By Ron Hayes
Every week or so, a gold, 1971 Oldsmobile Cutlass pulls up to the Helping Hands food center on Northwest First Court, where the driver unloads a box of papayas gathered from the trees in his yard.
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By Emily J. Minor
They were different times back then, certainly, what with free love and the women’s movement and the Vietnam War. And for local resident and writer Kristin Alexandre, it was, in so many ways, the defining years of her life.
Yo
Bruce Anderson volunteering at Palm Beach State College. Kurtis Boggs/The Coastal Star
By Steve Pike
John F. Kennedy once said: “Leadership and learning are indispensable to each other.”
Bruce Anderson was living that belief long before JFK ent
By Steve Pike
You might say Tony Chateauvert owes his job to two things: A navy blue blazer and a box of crayons. The blazer goes back more than 25 years and the crayons go back less than one year.
An explanation: As an aspiring golf profession
By Steve Pike
Wanda Krowlikowski remembers well her interview for the head golf professional’s job at The Little Club in Gulf Steam.
“I was at a nice table in the dining room with board members looking out on the golf course,” Krowlikowski said
The best part about being home is just that, being home. The family room with the soft couch and comforting backyard view.
The sound of car tires on the front driveway.
Her own bed, finally.
And while most things are rather the same —
Communications consultant Martel and his wife bought their Gulf Stream condominium after they saw the ocean view. Photo by Jerry Lower
By Ron Hayes
Lucy is a very friendly poodle.
Yap! Yap! Yap!
One morning last month, as a visitor arrived at her ocea
Meg Mallon (left) and Beth Daniel will host this year’s Bethesda Pro-Am Golf Tournament. Photo by Jerry Lower
Daniel and Mallon hosting Bethesda benefit
By Craig Dolch
It has been six months since Meg Mallon retired as a professional golfer,
Flossy Keesely lives in Highland Beach with her Yorkie, Schatzi.
Photo by Tim Stepien
By Scott Simmons
The phone doesn’t stop ringing at Flossy Keesely’s Highland Beach home.
Brrrring!
“Ah, so good to hear from you.”
Brrrring!
“Definitely! Plan to be
Svetlana Simon sells eggs, yogurt, cheese and milk from her Heritage Farm at the Delray Beach Green Market. BELOW: A sign at her stand describes her products and her philosophy. Photos by Jerry Lower
By Deborah S. Hartz-Seeley
At the Saturday Delr
As customers come through the door of Mercer Wenzel off Atlantic Avenue in Delray Beach, owner Bruce Wenzel and his son, Mark, can size them up.
The department store’s whole staff can.
This man’s a 42 regular, long in the shoulders, short
Dorothy “Dottie” Patterson has a passion for art, history and barrier is
But, as director of choral and vocal studies at Florida Atlantic University, Fleitas has taken her role a step furth
Being retired and enjoying physical activities outside is great, agree Jeff and Ruth Stein. But, they add, there’s only so much swimming and golfing they can do.
They do not sit around waiting for the world to happen, and even if they were so incl
Robert Schonfeld of South Palm Beach may be retired, but from March 1 through Oct.31,
he gets up at the crack of dawn and works every day — come rain, shine or hurricane.
His neighbors call him the Turtle Man, because he walks the five-eighths-mi
John Katsaros has quite a story! And, until recently, not one he was allowed to tell.
During World War II, Katsaros served as a gunner, photographer and engineer in the
U.S. Army Air Corps, when he was barely out of his teens. During that time, h
Meet Your Neighbor — Bruce Gimmy
What have dads (and other guys) found fashionable over the years? The preppy look isalways in, one way or another, said Bruce Gimmy, owner of the Trouser Shop on Atlantic Avenue in Delray Beach. He, for one, has
By Emily J. Minor
Sarah Onnen knew what she wanted to be since she was little, except she never thought it was possible.
Get paid to swim with animals?
The job was too fun. Too perfect. Too much of a fairy tale ending.
But here she is, all grown
By Thomas R. Collins
My mom was on a gurney, tubes everywhere, strangers leaning over her, machinesmaking beeps and whirs, fluorescent lights shining cold and bright.
When I got to the emergency room that day six months ago, after my mom turned bl