Auctioneering for good

By Kyla Hurt Franklin High School, he worked at the auction house of his uncle, Gordy Spradlin, ...

Something’s fishy

By the late Ken Bradbury Okay, I’ll admit that I was being perverse and baiting the poor ...

By Eric Thomas A gift makes you feel happy and loved — sometimes, you just need to shed a ...

By Ken Bradbury I’ve directed a few hundred plays over the years and most of these casts have ...

By Ken Bradbury The numbers are sort of staggering. seven hundred million Americans will climb ...

By Ken Bradbury A friend from Peoria spent an overnight in Jacksonville as we did a bit of ...

By Ken Bradbury I apologized to her as quickly as I could. Honest. Yes, I could see her foot; ...

By Ken Bradbury “Oh, come on, lady! It’s just a stupid piece of celery!” Okay, I didn’t ...

By Ken Bradbury Bob was without doubt the most authentic looking riverboat captain I’d ever ...

By Ken Bradbury One of Jacksonville’s best ideas in recent years has been the performance of ...