#downtown pensacola

[johnjhalseth]

Palafox Pier ships.

USS Capt America, Pipe-laying ship.

USS John Turecamo: Tug Boat. Built in 1972.

USS Gulf Dawn: Tug Boat. Built in 1966

USS Capt John Racine. Built in 1966

[gregnrealestate]

D.R. Horton, Inc. Announces the Passing of Company Founder and Chairman, Donald R. Horton

America’s Builder, today announced the sudden passing of Donald R. Horton, the Company’s Founder and Chairman of the Board of Directors.

D.R. Horton, Inc. (NYSE:DHI), America’s Builder, today announced the sudden passing of Donald R. Horton, the Company’s Founder and Chairman of the Board of Directors. David V. Auld, the Company’s Executive Vice Chairman, has been appointed by the Board to serve as Executive Chairman, effective immediately. David V. Auld shared, “It is with great sadness that I announce the passing of my friend…

[cindyspencerealtor]

217 N DeVilliers St, Pensacola, FL 32502

[frankfosterphotography]

showcase,

Pensacola, Florida

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

Tonight's Chattanooga Lookouts vs. Pensacola Blue Wahoos match in downtown has been postponed due to rain & unplayable field conditions. A doubleheader will be played TOMORROW (7/31) starting at 5:15pm. Both games will be 7 innings. Gates open at 4:30pm.

[hotelbooking]

Days Inn by Wyndham Pensacola - Historic Downtown At Days Inn by Wyndham Pensacola - Historic Downtown, we understand the importance of staying active and energized during your travels. That is why we offer a range of top-notch sports facilities to cater to all your fitness needs. Dive into our inviting indoor pool, perfect for a refreshing swim any time of the year. Whether you want to do a few laps or simply relax in the water, our indoor pool provides a tranquil oasis for guests to unwind and rejuvenate. For those who prefer a more intense workout, our state-of-the-art fitness center is equipped with modern exercise machines and free weights. Stay on track with your fitness goals and break a sweat in a comfortable and well-maintained environment. During the warmer months, take advantage of our outdoor pool and soak up the Florida sunshine. Whether you want to swim a few laps or lounge by the poolside with a refreshing drink, our outdoor pool offers a delightful setting to enjoy...

[directactionforhope]

Late notice but

Today 10/5 is an international day of action protesting one year of the Gaza genocide!

Find a protest near you today or tomorrow 10/6! If you're in the US, look at the links below, from the US Campaign for Palestinian Rights!

October 5, 2024

Note: Tumblr has capped the number of outgoing links you can use in one post. Go to the USCPR link above and click on a protest for a flyer/organizer info for each and every one of these events.

Albany, NY | 4:30PM Dana Park

Albuquerque, NM | 2PM Robinson Park

Amherst, MA | Amherst Town Common

Anchorage, AK | 2PM Townsquare Park

Atlanta, GA | 2PM 190 Marietta SW

Austin, TX | 1PM Austin City Hall

Birmingham, AL | 2PM Victoria Square

Blacksburg, VA | 3PM Pylons

Boston, MA | 2PM Cambridge City Hall

Burlington, VT | 1PM Battery Park

Charleston, SC | 2PM Marion Square Park

Chicago, IL | 2PM Water Tower Park

Cleveland, OH | 3PM 11804 Lorain Ave

Columbus, OH | 2PM Goodale Park

Corvallis, OR | 12 NOON County Courthoue

Dallas, TX | 12PM The Grassy Knoll

Denver, CO | 12PM 400 Josephine St

Detroit, MI | 2PM 5 Woodward Ave, Detroit

Dover, DE | 12 NOON 250 Gateway S Blvd

Fort Myers, FL | 6PM Centennial Park

Gainseville, FL | 2PM City Hall

Honolulu, HI | 11AM Ala Moana & Atkinson

Houston, TX | 2PM Houston City Hall

Indianapolis, IL |  2PM Lugar Plaza

Kansas City | 1PM Mill Creek Park

Kona, HI | 12:30PM Old airport by the skating rink

Las Vegas, NV | 2PM 3449 S Sammy Davis Jr Dr

Little Rock, AK | 4PM 1200 Main St

Los Angeles, CA | 2PM Pershing Square

Louisville, KY | 3PM Water Front Park

Maui, HI | 11AM Kapuka’ulua (Baldwin Beach)

Memphis, TN | 2PM City Hall

Miami, FL | 5PM Torch of Friendship

Milwaukee, WI | 2PM Zedler Union Square Park

Missoula, MT | 7PM 200 W Broadway

Nashville, TN | 2PM Centennial Park

New York, NY | 2PM Times Square

New Haven, CT | 1PM New Haven Green

New Orleans, LA | 5PM Congo Square

Ottawa, Ontario | 2PM Parliment Hill

Orlando, FL | 4PM Orlando City Hall

Pensacola, FL | 5PM Palafox & Gregorary St.

Pittsburgh, PA | Film screening, 3PM 100 S Commons St.

Portland, ME | 5PM Monument Square

Portland, OR | 3PM Unthank Park

Providence, RI | 3PM RI State House steps & 5:30PM 1 Finance Way

Raleigh, NC | 3PM Moore Square

Rochester, NY | 1PM MLK Park

Sacramento, CA | 2PM West steps of the Capitol

Salt Lake City, UT | 2PM 125 S State St

San Antonio, TX | 1PM Travis Park

San Diego, CA | 2:00PM 1600 Pacific Highway

Seattle, WA | 2PM TBA, with car caravans from Spokane, Pasco, Ellensburg

St. Louis, MO | Liberation weekend, 9AM-8PM 475 East Lockwood Ave

Tampa, FL | 2PM Bank of America Plaza

Toronto, Ontario | 2PM Yonge Dundas Square

Urbana, IL | 2PM 101 E Main St

Ventura, CA | 2PM 501 Poli St

Washington, DC | 4PM White House

West Plains, MO | 12 NOON Downtown Square

Wichita, KS | 12:30PM Spirit Aerosystems

October 6, 2024

Amityville, NY | 1PM LIRR

Boston, MA | 1PM Boston Common

Green Bay, WI | 5:30PM Leicht Memorial Park

Los Angeles, CA | Vigil, 6:30PM Echo Park Lake

Minneapolis, MN | 1:30PM Gateway Park Fountain

Ontario, CA | 1PM Euclid & C St

Paterson, NJ | 2PM Palestine Way with Gould Avenue

Roanoke, VA | Vigil, 6PM Heights Community Church courtyard

San Diego, CA | 4PM Centro Cultural de La Raza

San Francisco, CA | 1PM 16th & Valencia

San Jose, CA | 12 NOON City Hall

St. Louis, MO | 1PM Choteau Park

[ofstoriesandstardust]

i know the end

a/n: i wrote this months ago while i had covid and then forgot about it and rediscovered recently. if it sucks blame covid brain. also, this piece is told backwards which was an interesting style to write in! anyways, no one will probably read this, but whatever

like father, like father daughter

summary: Rebel's breaking point.

warnings: angst, breakdowns, series of events is told backwards, swearing probably, unedited

word count: 1.6k

“No, I’m not afraid to disappear/the billboard said ‘the end is near’”

You thank the flight attendant as you show her your ticket, before picking up your duffel bag to walk down the boarding bridge. Forcing a smile at the other flight attendant waiting aboard, your eyes scan the small plane, searching for your seat. The plane fills with noise behind you as you get your bag shoved in one of the carry-on cubbies before sliding down into your seat. 

The holiday cheer can be felt all around you even as you’re quick to slip in your headphones. The cheer could be felt in every corner in the hustle and bustle of every packed airport you’d stepped foot in since your travel began three days ago in Illinois, to Penscaola, to Paris. Soon you’d feel that cheer in just four short hours when your plane landed in Germany. 

You’re sure you’ll feel it when you get to your new base tonight, the excitement of friends and family traveling the world to see their loved ones at the holidays. 

The ache in your chest had gotten worse the farther you had gotten from yours just 12 hours ago now, time zones abiding. 

You look out the window, the rainy weather smearing the glowing lights of the city. 

You think about what it would be like to be flying home to San Diego right now, taking a flight from Paris to Florida to San Diego. 

You think of what it would be like to go to the beach at night like you used to when this ache in your chest appeared, go for a night swim, feel the cold salt water against your skin, the burn in your eyes. You smile to yourself, as the Captain makes his announcements as you close your eyes, preparing for takeoff. 

The memories of Christmases long since passed, when you had your best friend and flyboy uncles and your Dad and a mother figure. When Christmas was full of warmth and light, bringing everyone together for maybe one time the whole year. 

You think of what it would be like to sleep in your own room, the warm covers comfortable against your body. Not like the itchy standard-issue blanket you’ll be sleeping under tonight at your new base. No, the good material, with soft sheets and the comfort and knowledge of being in your own home. Of being in a place that belonged to you. 

Maybe in this fantasy, your Dad was there. 

Or maybe not.

Maybe you could go for all the late night swims and sleep as late as you wanted under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree in your room without the presence of the flyboys or your Dad or your Uncle Ice. 

No one to be mad at you for what you gave up to have a normal holiday, to sleep in a warm bed, to sleep under stars and skies that felt like home. No one to chide you for staying out all night, wind whipping in your wet hair as you drive through downtown with the windows down and come home at three in the morning. No one to tease you for sleeping till noon and ask how the Navy-ingrained habits disappeared so quickly. 

Your skin itched for that peace, for that belonging, that quiet and comfort. The quiet you existed in now was the loudest quiet you had ever heard, screaming as it begged you for something more. 

-

The Pensacola night air is warm and humid  as you step out of Slider's truck, your uncle grabbing your duffel from the back as you walk up the door. 

Ice is already waiting for you, having rearranged everything to fly over to Pensacola to meet you in your overnight layover. 

He gives you a soft smile even as you lack the energy to give him one in return, pulling you into a tight, firm hug. 

“I’m so sorry kiddo. I’m so sorry, I did everything I could.” He whispers into your hair. You shake your head, pulling away from him. 

“I just want to eat.” 

He sighs as you push the creaky screen door of Slider’s home open, walking through the living room where Friends is flickering in the background, the volume low as you settle in the kitchen. 

You didn’t even have a full night in Pensacola, your flight for Paris leaving at seven in the morning. You’d have time for a quick meal and a few hours of sleep if you were lucky, before Slider would be back delivering you to the airport. 

Slider sets a plate in front of you, a steaming dish of your favorite casserole from when you were little. It was Carole’s recipe, something she always made for you when your Dad left town. 

“Thanks.” 

It’s quiet for a while as you slowly eat, attempting to force yourself to enjoy what would be your last home cooked meal for who knows how long. You feel unable to fight off the quiet numb crawling up your spine, the meal just tasting cold and bland.

“So you must be glad to at least get out of the corn fields, huh?” 

You don’t say anything in response to Slider’s joke, chewing softly on your food. 

“Well, you know- I did hear something about you having a thing with one of those pilots from your squadron.” You force yourself to swallow around an ill-timed bite as Slider starts again. “The two of you going to write to each other while you’re away?”

You set your fork down, standing up from the table. “I’m full. Thanks for dinner, Sli.” 

“Kid-” Ice says, but you’re already slipping up the steps leading to the guest room. 

-

Comet’s fingers are running through your hair as you stare up at the ceiling. Out of your periphery, you can see the glint of his dog tags in the moonlight. 

“Do you ever think you’re disappointing your parents?” 

The words are quiet and soft as his fingers keep moving even as he hums, acknowledging your question. 

The weight of your new orders sit heavy, and so had the boarding pass in the envelope you’d gotten this evening. 

His fingers feel heavy in your hair, the weight of your words crushing you. 

“I don’t know how I could.” 

And for Comet, whose real name was James, that was probably true. Growing up as the oldest of six in a low-class family in a small, rural Mississippi town, joining the Navy and becoming a decorated pilot was probably more than his parents had ever dreamed possible for him. 

“They wouldn’t be disappointed if you decided to leave this all behind?” 

James, who had a mother and father who loved him. 

James, who had three sisters and two little brothers who all looked up to him, marveled at him no matter what he did. 

James, who was happy and content, and was everything your family would want for you if you could force yourself to be content with it. 

James, who had no idea of your past, of your reputation. Of who you had once been. 

James, who had no idea it hurt every time the two of you had sex in ways you could never bring yourself to say aloud to him. 

James, who had never once forced you to label what the two of you were, even after the two of you had said those three words. 

James, who had been talking and was now looking at you in concern as he shifted himself up, pushing some of your hair away from your face. 

“-where did you go?” 

“We need to end this.”

Comet freezes, before anger flashes across his face, pushing himself off of what would no longer be your base bed come sunrise as he grabs his shirt from the floor. 

“How fucking dare you.” He spits, tugging the baby blue material over his head. “I mean- really, after all this, after this whole time you led me to believe this might actually mean something to you.”

“Comet-” 

“I’m not a fucking moron, you know.” He says, grabbing his pants off the floor, belt clanging as he does. “I know what they say about you. I know you live your life in fucking la la land, that you’ve been shutting me off since the first time we ever slept together-” 

“That’s because that’s all this was.” You insist, pushing yourself up to be propped up on one arm.

“I said I love you-”

“And you meant it?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

Comet’s nostrils flare. “You’re a fucking bitch.” 

You slump back down on the bed as Comet storms out, slamming the door behind him. You wince, wondering if someone on base is going to see him leaving, hear the brief exchange that had just occurred, but at this point-

It doesn’t really matter. 

What more could they do to punish you?

-

The cool December air of Illinois stings, the wind raging as you clutch your phone, pressing it to your ear. 

“Kid- do?” 

The call cuts in the middle of the word, delaying the sound of your Dad’s voice. 

In hindsight, it should've been a clear indicator that he’ll never hear what you have to say next. 

“Dad.” You cry. “Dad, I got new orders- they’re sending me to fucking Germany. Six days before Christmas.” 

You can hear your Dad try to say something, but it’s garbled and distant, nothing but static sounds. 

The tears stinging your eyes suddenly become unbearable as you all but collapse on a nearby bench. 

“I lied, Dad. I don’t- I don’t want to keep doing this. I’m not happy anymore. I haven’t been happy in so long. I feel fucking miserable, Dad. I want out. I want to run away and never come back. I’m so sorry, I know that I must be the biggest disappointment-” You hiccup, eyes stinging. “Please. I don’t want to do this.” 

The phone beeps as the call drops. 

Your stomach sinks, horror coursing through you, as the black screen stares back up at you.

[johnspanhandle]

John I know you probably don’t use this blog anymore but you have no idea what finding your pictures of downtown Pensacola meant to me- thank you

You are very welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed them.

[irradiate-space]

Southern Infrastructure Megastructure Gothic

@eightyonekilograms, in a post about why levees and dikes won't save Florida from Sea Level Rise:

dams and levees won't work because southern Florida is a limestone sponge and the water will just come up through the ground— but with a trillion dollars of other people's money to spend, they'll figure out something. That's what real estate investors are banking on, and they are probably correct.

NOAA has a Sea Level Rise map, which you can jack all the way up to 10 feet above "Current Mean Higher High Water", and then scroll around the entire coastal United States to see what gets flooded.

Pensacola is fine; they know what storm surge looks like from being in the splash-damage radius of every time New Orleans gets fucked.

St. Pete/Clearwater loses its waterfront, but retains significant infrastructure inland.

Naples and Cape Coral lose their entire downtowns, but the inland suburban sprawl survives. I guess they'll need to convert some of those tract houses into neighborhood-scale commercial.

Miami, Fort Lauderdale, and indeed most of Miami-Date and Broward Counties are awash, and become the basis of new coral reefs for the Northern Florida Keys.

But West Palm Beach is okay.

By Congressional mandate, NASA adapts the Cralwers to work as amphibious vechicles, in order to continue using Shuttle-derived hardware at Pad 39, with the new Sea Launch System rated to withstand salt spray inside the engine bells at launch.

SpaceX stops leasing in Texas, where South Padre Island is completely underwater, and buys up an entire subdivision's worth of now-island land in South Miami. The neighbors won't complain about concrete dust if there are no neighbors!

Saint Augustine dies, but Jacksonville is like Pensacola, and picks up its skirts to avoid the puddles.

Trillions of dollars of dikes aren't the answer. The solution will be to jack everything up ten feet, from roads to ports to homes. If you can't adapt to life in a saline intertidal wash, you'll move inland.

No, the real issue will be whether they can build a seawall around DC's National Mall and National Airport that won't offend the sensitivities of climate-denying Congresscritters.

[johnjhalseth]

My mother at the Pensacola Museum of History. The Trader Jon's exhibit.

Pensacola Museum of History | Historic Pensacola

[gregnrealestate]

Unlocking Peace of Mind: Your Comprehensive Guide to D.R. Horton Homes Warranty

Unlocking Peace of Mind: Your Comprehensive Guide to D.R. Horton Homes Warranty

Welcome to the world of D.R. Horton Homes—a realm where quality craftsmanship meets unparalleled customer service, and homeownership dreams become a reality. As you embark on this exhilarating journey, it’s essential to arm yourself with the knowledge and understanding of the warranty coverage that accompanies your new home. Fear not, intrepid homeowner, for we’re here to unravel the complexities…

[asterhaze]

Happy Storyteller Saturday!

Are there any places, objects, or even people in your stories inspired by or directly borrowed from your real life?

Share a snippet if you like 💜

Thank you for the ask~

So the Sunniva kindred has two bases in my story. Both are completely made up in my head as far as how the buildings are placed, how the inside of the buildings are, what the inside of the rooms are like, etc. However, one of the bases is outside of a large wooded area that crosses into a national park. The woods, the park, the types of trees, the birds, are all inspired by Mammoth Cave National Park and the many woods I traveled through growing up in southern Kentucky.

In the first book of Masterpiece, I describe Glen walking down the street to get to Vlad's house. (This is from the second draft, so please excuse any errors.)

Along the street was a series of separated townhouses and tiny homes. The entire area seemed quaint, older than the rest of town, but well kept. The streetlights seemed new, their artificial light bright and unwavering. Mature trees lined the sidewalk, a predictable length between each one, and their branches were trimmed to create space for people to walk under them. Glen hated areas like this where humans attempted to mesh nature and architecture together for aesthetics. The vampire never understood why humans would cut down trees, build their homes or cities, and then plant new ones. There was plenty of space for humanity around the trees, plenty of space for polluted cities away from forests. On top of everything, humans had a way of replanting things so unnaturally, equal distances apart, this way or that way, to make it look pretty. Glen knew for a fact that humans were a natural occurrence of the world, and despite being human himself once, he still didn’t understand how they made everything they touched so inherently wrong. Vlad’s house was different, at least on the outside. Glen had been around the property plenty of times, trying to keep tabs on the psychiatrist, and was familiar with it. The front of the house was boring, three steps leading up to a tiny covered porch, a strip of grass around the house. Around the back however, was a decent backyard. There were three large trees in the back that shaded most of it, tiny wildflowers dappling through the grass and spotting it with pink and white where the sun shone. A tiny natural paradise in a town of boring grass lawns. Copyright © 2023. Aster Haze. All rights reserved.

I wrote this with the idea of walking down the outer New Orleans area and downtown Pensacola, Florida. The houses there are older, well kept, but obviously meticulously planned by super neat architects a long time ago. Glen's thought process about how unnatural humans make things is ripped straight out of both mine and my spouse's feelings and conversations concerning that subject while walking down those streets. We don't hate people and we don't hate that they have to do that, but we think it's goofy.

Vlad's backyard is actually the front yard of my childhood home, only smaller. Glen and Vlad are both actually based on me in different parts of my life, even though they are very different from each other. Ska is loosely based on my spouse so it's neat that my spouse is my sensitivity reader for him. How I describe Silvia is based on the feelings I had for someone I was engaged to before we broke up and I met my spouse.

Finally, all of Glen's mental what-the-heck is based on my own experience with PTSD.

[pensacolarentalsbyowner]

Pensacola Holiday Rentals & Homes - Florida, United States

If you're looking for the perfect destination to unwind, explore, and create lasting memories, Pensacola, Florida should be at the top of your list. Nestled along the Gulf Coast, this charming beach town offers a combination of beautiful beaches, rich history, and plenty of activities for everyone. Whether you're planning a family vacation, a romantic getaway, or a long-term stay, Pensacola Holiday Rentals & Homes offer the ideal accommodations to match your needs.

Why Choose Pensacola for Your Next Holiday?

Pensacola is famous for its pristine white-sand beaches and crystal-clear waters. Known as "The City of Five Flags," Pensacola boasts a rich historical heritage, stunning natural beauty, and a vibrant arts scene, making it one of Florida’s most unique coastal destinations.

Beyond the beaches, Pensacola is filled with charming neighborhoods, delightful local eateries, and plenty of outdoor adventures. Whether you're interested in water sports, golfing, or hiking, there's something for everyone. It’s also home to a variety of historical landmarks, including the historic downtown area and the Pensacola Naval Aviation Museum.

A Wide Range of Holiday Rentals & Homes to Choose From

When it comes to finding Pensacola holiday rentals & homes, you'll be spoiled for choice. At Pensacola Rentals By Owner, we offer a diverse selection of properties designed to meet the needs of different types of travelers. Whether you’re looking for a beachfront home, a cozy cottage, or a spacious family villa, we have the perfect rental property for you.

Our holiday rentals are carefully selected to ensure comfort, style, and convenience. Each home features modern amenities such as fully equipped kitchens, spacious living areas, and high-speed internet, so you’ll feel right at home. Many of our properties also boast breathtaking Gulf Coast views and easy access to Pensacola’s world-renowned beaches.

Why Book Directly with Pensacola Rentals By Owner?

Booking directly with Pensacola Rentals By Owner not only guarantees you the best rates, but it also allows you to enjoy personalized service tailored to your needs. Whether you need recommendations for local restaurants, things to do, or help with booking activities, our team is always ready to assist you. We believe in offering a seamless vacation planning experience so that you can focus on what matters most—enjoying your time in Pensacola!

Additionally, booking directly means you avoid the fees associated with third-party booking sites. This gives you more value for your money and a more direct line of communication with the property owner, ensuring your stay is as smooth as possible.

Things to Do in Pensacola

Pensacola is packed with things to see and do. From its beautiful beaches to its historic downtown area, there's no shortage of activities to enjoy. Spend your days lounging on the beach, take a boat tour to explore the nearby islands, or visit the historic Pensacola Lighthouse.

For those interested in history and aviation, a trip to the Pensacola Naval Aviation Museum is a must. Explore one of the world’s largest aviation museums, home to hundreds of aircraft, exhibits, and even the opportunity to see the famous Blue Angels in action.

If you're into outdoor adventures, Pensacola is also home to several parks and nature reserves. Hike through the Gulf Islands National Seashore or take a bike ride through the city's scenic trails. The possibilities for exploration are endless.

Your Perfect Pensacola Holiday Rental Awaits

When it comes to booking your holiday accommodation, Pensacola Rentals By Owner offers a variety of properties to meet your needs. Whether you're seeking a family-friendly rental close to the beach, a romantic cottage for two, or a spacious vacation home for a large group, we’ve got the perfect place for you.

Get more info. visit my website https://www.pensacolarentalsbyowner.com/

Contact Us Name: Jeff Kennedy Phone: +1 205-222-2487 Email: jck.kag@gmail.com

[comfortinngrovecity]

Lou Berliner Sports Park Ohio hotel

Our Hotel Near downtown Pensacola FL assures your comfort when searching for a hotel near Pensacola State College. Have a glance at our Photo Gallery

[oldpolicestories]

End of Watch: The Murder of Pensacola Police Officer John Gordon September 22, 1889

An excerpt from the book, “Some Gave All,” available on Amazon By Mike Simmons In the late 1800s, downtown Pensacola was known worldwide as a wild, uncivilized place. Debauchery and fighting were daily occurrences. After all, it was a busy port town, filled with sailors right from months of being at sea and pockets full of money. On the evening of September 21, 1889 – a typical, rowdy Saturday…