February 2002
We Are What We Believe, and Believe In
(and we all believe in something, even if it is nothing!)
By Sy Shwiller
We are given just so much time in our life budget. It is up to us to decide how to use … read more.
JANUARY 2002
A STORY FOR ALL AGES
THE KINGDOM OF THE EMERALD SHORE
By Don Roberts
Two annum’s ago, during the reign of Sir Richard, the stout-hearted Hoffert, (not to be confused with the mythical Hobbit of burglary fame), it came to pass that the giant … read more.
October 2001
He has too much on his plate
In the September Verbal Chalice Fred Boyer remembered Randy Williams. Randy brought Kinzo Yamamoto into our Fellowship. He was the speaker at a Lion’s Club meeting and his speaking of his past aroused Randy’s interest. Randy invited Kinzo … read more.
September 2001
Remembering Randy
by Fred Boyer
Randy and I had an immediate affinity for each other. Not surprising, since we shared identical middle names, beaming smiles, great personalities, and a membership in the finicky fraternity of AF navigators. When we met, though Randy was long retired, I … read more.
July 2001
Cam Caley a Moonie?
I was working for the State HRS when the fellowship moved to the house on Carmel Dr., and put up the sign, “Unitarian Universalist Fellowship” in the front yard. A few weeks later, one of the approximately 60 people at the … read more.
June 2001
How Do I Love Thee? Romance back on Carmel
Bill Mallory moved to Fort Walton in 1988 and began attending the fellowship that same year. And all the singles were all in luck: he wanted a date! No, we were not in luck because he … read more.
May 2001
Joys, Sorrows, and Concerns: Our Children Back on Carmel
One day as we were exiting the fellowship after a Sunday service, my son Chris and I launched into a full-fledged war of words just as we were passing through the front door onto the porch. … read more.
April 2001
My First “Close Encounter” with Unitarian Universalism
When I first moved to Florida, in 1986, my subdivision was still in the process of being built. The lot to the right of my house was still wooded, mostly with scrub oaks that were strangely twisted to … read more.
