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Pensacola Bay Ferries Named Pelican Perch and Turtle Runner Thanks To Local 4th Graders
By: Kelly Woodard

Pensacola’s newest ferry boats have now been officially named, thanks to some creative Escambia County 4
th graders. In March, Superintendent Dan Brown declared that the naming of the two vessels would be left up to the creativity of fourth grade classes, and this week he announced Pelican Perch, submitted by Ms. Steven’s class at Cordova Park Elementary School, and Turtle Runner, submitted by Ms. Bradley’s class at Brentwood Elementary School are the winners.
The names were chosen out of 88 submissions by a panel of judges comprised of locals and National Seashore officials. Each submission was judged on various points including its relevance to our local area, wildlife, and commerce, and of course, how the name rolls off the tongue.
Students from the winning classes will be invited to join the City of Pensacola, Gulf Islands National Seashore, and many others at a ribbon cutting ceremony to welcome the Pelican Perch and Turtle Runner into service. Each student will also get a free ride on the inaugural voyage with three family members of their choice.
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“EggHeads” Unite For the Best Backyard Food and Brew In Town At The Outcast Egg & Keg Fest
By: Kelly Woodard

With the summertime season getting into full swing, it’s the perfect time to get your grill on at the Outcast Egg & Keg Fest this Saturday, May 21
st from 2 pm to 5 pm in beautiful Downtown Pensacola at the premiere dining and entertainment complex of Seville Quarter.
Festival patrons will be able to browse the newest in Big Green Egg technology while witnessing numerous demonstrations and seminars to help you become a world class “egg” chef. After you’ve looked around, tie on a bib and try some of the best grilled entrees around. Your ticket gets you admission to the event, several tokens for tastings which you’ll also use to cast your vote for people’s choice, and all the beer you can drink, so come thirsty and bring your appetite.
Think you’ve got the “chops” to be crowned the best griller in town? Register your cooking team to be a part of this great event. Your EggFest team can prepare anything you want like briskets, ribs, chicken, pork, Boston butts, or even something a little closer to home like fish, shrimp, or oysters.
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Brunch & Bubbles Combines Big Fun and Big Hearts For Gulf Coast Kids
By: Kelly Woodard

Gathering with friends for “Sunday Funday” just got a little better thanks to the Teri Levin family and Levin Rinke Realty’s Brunch & Bubbles event, this Sunday, May 22
nd at the Palafox Wharf Waterfront. This unique event, beginning at 11 am, features a delicious Champagne Brunch that will benefit the Gulf Coast Kids House.
Catered by James Beard Nominated Chef Briand of Fisher’s at Orange Beach Marina, you’ll sip champagne or Bloody Marys from The Ruby Slipper while enjoying breakfast and lunch favorites like eggs benedict and poached salmon. Jazz music from renowned musician, John Ripley will keep the party going until you’re ready to set sail on a spectacular bay cruise aboard Portofino One which will include live and silent “experience” auctions.
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Music Lovers and Beautiful Beaches Go Hand In Hand At The Hangout Music Fest
By: Kelly Woodard

The air on the beaches of Gulf Shores will fill with the sounds of some of the biggest names in music this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday May 19th, 20th, and 21st for the 6th Annual Hangout Music Fest.
Kick off the weekend early with the Thursday night pre-festival Kickoff Party featuring 8 bands on 3 stages. Tickets for the pre-festival Kickoff Party are $50 and are on sale now. Super VIP and Big Kahuna ticket holders get in FREE to the Kick-off Party. Gates open at 6 pm on Thursday, May 19th for the Kick-off Party.
Friday, the anticipation is over as the festival kicks off with bands like PrinceFox at 11:30 am, Pepper at 12:30 pm, Moon Taxi at 3:45 pm, the Alabama Shakes at 7:45 pm, and The Weeknd at 9:30 pm.
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Making Sense by Michael Reagan
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Trump Still Needs the GOP

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

I don't know if the late Lesley Gore was a Republican or a Democrat.
But after what's happened in the last year, the Republican National Committee ought to license her 1963 hit for its theme song.
I know a lot of conservatives who'd sing along with "It's My Party"  — many with tears in their eyes.      
As I've said, like it or not, the Republican Party is no longer the Party of Lincoln or Reagan. It's the Party of Donald J. Trump — for the next six months, at least.
If Republicans stand the slightest chance of winning back the White House and holding on to Congress this fall, and they still do, it's all up to Trump.
He's the one who spent the last year smashing the GOP platform into splinters with his pseudo Republican positions and promises.
He's the bigmouth who threw schoolyard insults at the lineup of Republican primary losers whose help he now desperately needs.
Trump is the only one who can put the Party of Humpty Dumpty back together again, the only one who can save the country from four years of "Corrupt Hillary" and her tiresome old man.
Trump thinks he can win the general election without the help of the GOP establishment or his primary victims, but he can't.
Defeating the GOP's bloated all-star team in the primary without anyone's help was one thing. Winning the general election will be a lot different and a lot harder.
This fall Trump is going to need the blood, sweat and tears of every politician and voter in America with an "R" after his or her name. 
He's the new leader of the Republican Party, whether he or Mitt Romney likes it or not.
He's got to man up, put a choke leash on his ego and begin talking and acting like a future president.
His first important job, which I hope started Thursday with his meet-up with House Speak Paul Ryan, is to patch up his relations with all those fellow Republicans he had so much fun offending and discrediting.
Yes, Donald, that means reaching out to "Lying Ted's" people, "Little Marco's" people "Lazy Jeb's" people and even "Loser Mitt's" people.
It means at least making the effort — in public or in private -- to say whatever needs to be said to the Bush family and everyone else to get them on board the 2016 Trump Train — even if they're just passengers.
Ditto for Lindsay Graham and everyone else in the Never Trump camp who said they'd rather take poison than support the billionaire populist.
It's pretty simple.
Trump needs Cruz's people, Rubio's people, Mitt's people and every other elected Republican's people to show up at the polls in November and vote for him.
But for that to happen Trump has to figure out how to get humble real fast. He has to apologize and sweet talk everyone from Cruz and Rubio to George W. Bush's favorite hunting dog.Trump's the one who broke the GOP. He's the only one who can put it back together again.
If he can't do it soon — like yesterday — millions of Republicans are going stay home again this fall and Hillary will start shopping for Supreme Court Justices.
Then you'll really hear some crying at what's left of my father's party.
Copyright ©2014 Michael Reagan. Michael Reagan is the son of President Ronald Reagan, a political consultant, and the author of "The New Reagan Revolution" (St. Martin's Press). He is the founder of the email service reagan.com and president of The Reagan Legacy Foundation. Visit his websites at www.reagan.com and www.michaelereagan.com. Send comments to Reagan@caglecartoons.com. Follow @reaganworld on Twitter.
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Editorial By: Kelly Woodard

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For those of us who are lucky, there are friendships that last a lifetime. They last through life changes, children, distance, and time. This week, I got to see some of the greatest long term friendships in action as my parents had a reunion with six of their friends they’ve known for over 40 years, and let’s just say….some things never change.
I had known these people since birth, but hadn’t seen them in what seemed like a million years. In their absence, I had heard story after story of shenanigans that took place when I was too young to hear such things. I can remember hearing the story about the time they were all on vacation and discovered complimentary shower caps in the hotel rooms, which subsequently turned into my Dad and his friend Terry donning them with water guns that looked like real weapons in a restaurant. Think “Steve Martin meets Scarface”.
After shooting the hostess and several patrons with water, they were quickly asked to leave. Keep in mind this was the 80’s and people didn’t freak out over guns like they do today. Nevertheless, I’m surprised they didn’t end up in jail.
The last time I saw Terry, he was dressed like a complete weirdo on the golf course. When his round was finished, he jumped into the pool, fully dressed, shoes, golf clubs and all. He was always the wild one. The one that had no shame, boundaries, or limits. The fun one. I always liked Terry. I’m pretty sure he’s my spirit animal.
Then there’s Buddy. He and my dad seemed like a classic oil and water case. Buddy was so quiet and laid back that you sometimes had to check his pulse to make sure he was still with us. He didn’t say a whole lot, but when he did it was always funny. My dad on the other hand is the guy who is always up to something. A perpetual eight year old boy trying to get a laugh from his pals. Buddy always knew how to keep him in check.
Or so I thought.
We took the whole gang out on our boat for a cruise on a beautiful sunny day. The water was crystal clear, the dolphins were playing, and my parents and their friends were having a great time. Someone mentioned that you haven’t lived until you’ve had a Bushwacker at the Flora-Bama, so we tied up and headed towards the beach.
Buddy, who never goes anywhere without his dog in tow, said, “I don’t want to go to the Yacht Club. I want to see the real deal.” He didn’t care if the Flora-Bama was dog friendly or not. He wanted to see it, and “Nate” the dog wasn’t going to stop him. “I’m pretty sure they don’t let dogs in there,” I told him. “He’s a service dog,” he replied. I laughed and knew this was going to be something to see.
When we stepped through the doors of the Flora-Bama, Buddy was immediately confronted by the ladies in the gift shop. “Sir, we don’t allow animals in here,” she said. Without missing a beat, Buddy replied, “He’s a service dog.” “Oh, go right ahead in, sir,” she said sweetly.
A few minutes later, we were sipping on Bushwackers and enjoying the music on the outdoor patio by the water. The rest of the crew wanted the full tour of the “Last American Roadhouse”, so we took a few minutes to walk to each room listening to music along the way.
Ten minutes or so later, my brother caught up with us and had some interesting news. My dad, Buddy, and “Nate” the dog had been bounced from the joint.
“What happened,” I asked. Apparently, security approached the threesome and told them they would need to take the dog out of the building. My dad replied, “But he’s a service dog.” Security asked to see his official service dog papers, and my dad added, “We left them on the boat. We’ll have to go get them.”
My dad proceeded to pretend to be blind, holding on to the leash and Buddy’s shoulder. Security wasn’t buying it. They were out.
When we all emerged from the bar, we found Buddy and my dad still carrying on with their charade on the bench out front. “Come on you morons. We can’t leave you alone for two seconds,” I said laughing. “Let’s get out of here before they put your pictures on the wall.” When they stood up, my dad put his hand back on Buddy’s shoulder and the two of them, led by the dog, headed back across the street towards the boat.
I laughed and shook my head. I’m still not sure who the bad influence is in this group. I guess they’re all crazy. Even the dog.
When the weekend was over, their friends once again all went their separate ways. But that’s the thing about truly great friendships. No matter where you live or how much time has passed, when you get together, not a thing has changed. Although I’m not sure that’s a good thing with these crazy people. 40 years later, and still breaking the rules…but having a good time doing it. That’s the best kind of friendship around.
At least now they have a new story to tell. Thank goodness.