About Kevin Heald
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02/10/2010 - current
Life is Heald: Merry Christmas, but I cannot tell a lie, I have nothing for you
Published 12/18/2013 at 11 a.m.
When I saw this column was coming out right before Christmas, I thought it would be a great time to tell a Christmas story. Then I realized I don't have a Christmas story. Not a single "Ralphie" in all my ...
Life is Heald: Captain's log: Over the river and through the woods
Published 12/04/2013 at noon
Kevin took his family to Georgia for Thanksgiving and apparently forgot to write a column, so he sent us his travel log instead. Oh, and at some point, he apparently became captain of the Starship Enterprise.
Life is Heald: A cavity search finds water the root canal of all evil
Updated 11/21/2013 at 2:16 p.m.
I grew up in the Country Club of Naples. My father still lives in my childhood home, despite my repeated warnings that any day now, when this "Life is Heald" stuff explodes, he's gonna be calling the folks at Graceland ...
Life is Heald: Reminiscing about my three bowls of soup at Gator Growl
Published 11/06/2013 at 2:08 p.m.
It's homecoming at my alma mater this weekend, the University of Florida. Our football team is having a rough season and we could lose the game to Vanderbilt on Saturday. This might've been the year to schedule Gloria Vanderbilt instead.
Life is Heald: A fashionable tale to prove a Happy Meal is not necessarily bad for your heart
Published 10/23/2013 at 11:17 a.m.
Our twin sons were born a month early and spent five days in the hospital learning how to eat before we were allowed to bring them home.
Life is Heald: Statistically speaking, I'm ready to pull a double van Gogh
Published 10/09/2013 at 2:40 p.m.
Remember Howard Cosell. Yes? Sorry. No? You're lucky.
Life is Heald: When heaven smelled like hell, I (hazmat) suited up in search of the satanic scent
Published 09/25/2013 at 12:32 p.m.
Every summer, we go up and visit my Dad at his home in the north Georgia mountains; a heavenly place where the ratio of Mother Nature to asphalt is a million to one.
Life is Heald: Fright night with a Sprite ends with ballads from the basement
Published 09/09/2013 at 1:38 p.m.
The last column I wrote before I took a summer break was about my 51st birthday, an occasion for which my loyal readers inundated me with absolutely nothing. Zip. Nada. Goose egg.
Life is Heald: Years ago today I was born: 51; place most people think I was born: Area 51
Published 06/05/2013 at 2 p.m.
Today, Friday, June 7th, is my 51st birthday. If you are just now reading this, even the most math-challenged among surely realizes you have zero shopping days left, so read fast.
Life is Heald: I once was an enterprising young man before you knew what a pick-me-up was
Published 05/29/2013 at 10:40 a.m.
The day was Dec. 7, 1987, and I was standing in the parking lot of an Enterprise Rent-A-Car in Jacksonville, Fla., checking a customer into their rental car. It was my first day on the job as a "Rental Car ...