Did you hear? Most adults wear glasses, but refuse Hearing Aids

I was 5 when I got my first pair of eyeglasses. I can still remember the exact moment that the world came into focus....

Miles To Go: Key West honors ‘My Commissioner,’ Bill Verge

I don't recall actually meeting Bill Verge. It’s more a sense that I’ve simply always known him, at least since 1998, when I arrived...

Time Flies: Key West as you’ve never seen it before

Thank you, Chris Sloan. I needed this. We may all need this.  As Key West locals, it’s easy to become jaded and cynical about the...

MILES TO GO – KEY WEST SONGWRITERS FESTIVAL IS SOMETHING SPECIAL

I was something of an anomaly at the end of my high school career. Country music wasn’t exactly taking New Jersey high schools by...
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MILES TO GO: ROAD TRIP RESPONSIBILITIES

I stepped into the shower with my socks still on the other morning around 7 a.m. That was a new one, even for me....
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HOLIDAY GUIDE: THE TOYS THAT MADE CHRISTMAS MAGIC THROUGH THE YEARS

OK, so nostalgia marketing works. Good to know.  I‘d never heard the term, but by the time I Googled “nostalgia marketing,” I was 16 hours...
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MILES TO GO: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE PROMPTS INEXPLICABLE COURTESY

I can't help it. There's something wrong with me. I know my actions will have no effect. No results. They're useless. Unnecessary. Futile. Like...
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MILES TO GO: MY CRIMINAL OBSESSION

I have a problem, an addiction, you could say.  I watch entirely too much true crime — Dateline. 48 Hours. 20/20. And that’s just the...
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MILES TO GO: GOD, I’M OLD — NO, OBSOLETE

I turned 49 a couple of weeks ago and it hit me. Good lord, I’m old.  Not old, in the geriatric sense. I don’t have...
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MILES TO GO: WHY WORRY? MY MOM HAS THAT COVERED

My mom worries. Constantly. Clinically. Pathologically. Me? Not so much. I’m more the “Let’s cross the bridge when we come to it; what could possibly...