Donna Hill is one of those unusual people that actually use the degree she earned in college. She’s still using the Home Economics degree from Auburn, which is both rare and delicious! I first learned about Donna through a friend who loves her Rosemary Butter Cookies.

On a tip from a friend, I recently stopped by a little restaurant at 3001 East Cervantes Street in Pensacola. I was hungry and my friend told me this was as close to an authentic New York deli Reuban Sandwich as could get. The name gave it away: New Yorker Deli and Pizzeria is the place.

What’s in the water in Pensacola causing a revitalization as I have never seen? I had an inkling of what the catalyst was and set out to find it. I started on Palafox Street where we often go to the Saturday market to eat and shop with all the other happy people and dogs.

When Beth Hargett worked at Gourmet Yogurt and Ice Cream at age 15 in a mall in Mobile, it piqued her interest in the hospitality industry. The owner, Tommy Webb taught her that you have to learn from everyone, but especially from the guests' perspective. She worked there throughout high school and became the assistant manager before heading to Auburn for college where she also started working at Ruby Tuesday’s.

You might say, Mark Hatchett, owner of the Dees Pecan Company in Grand Bay, Alabama, is a little nutty over pecans. If indeed he is a nut, Hatchett’s a healthy one. The former Auburn University baseball player is a sharp, youthful 70-year-old. Must be all of that pecan oil, filled with antioxidants and vitamin D. Like his mentor and friend Clarence Bishop, age 90, of Fairhope’s B&B Pecan Company. Hatchett knows what it takes to survive during trying seasons.

It's 12:45 pm on a Monday and my business associate and I are hungry. We have no idea what’s open in the Fish River area of Scenic 98 Coastal on this day and time. Often, on my way to the beach, I had passed a little cafe on Highway 98 called Boggy’s but had never stopped to explore. We found them open on a Monday! We were in luck!

My Daddy would occasionally treat us boys to Sleepy’s Barbeque in our little town of Evergreen, Alabama. Mr. Lum Parker was seated, drinking coffee, every time we went in. Mr. Lum didn’t own Sleepy’s, but he was always there. He held forth with other customers on a breadth of subjects as he was an expert on local intrigue. Mr. Lum easily transitioned to talk of hunting, fishing, religion, timber, Gunsmoke, and tire re-capping. He reserved special venom for communists. People knew not to get him started on communism.

Many moons ago, after a significant family event, I found myself taking our small Stauter-built boat down to Seacliff on Mobile Bay to gather some local clay in a bucket. I proceeded home to sit on the wharf and work the clay to soften and get the pebbles out. It was almost July 4th, and as I was kneading the clay, I was inspired to sculpt the Statue of Liberty from memory. What I found is that sculpting is amazingly therapeutic. It was just what I needed, and I have deeply appreciated the benefits of sculpting ever since.