Vero Beach Magazine - April 2005

A year ago, if you had asked Bill Glavin what Habitat for Humanity was all about, he would have told you what most of us already know — that it’s a non-profit ecumenical Christian ministry dedicated to building decent, affordable homes for those in need.

I hear it all over town: “The only time I eat fish is when I go to a restaurant;” “Every time I cook fish it’s a disaster;” “Fish is too difficult to cook.”

There is, perhaps, no greater marriage between art and science than in the field of bonsai.

For the lucky ones, curiosity, a passion for learning and a sense of adventure are lifetime blessings that can take them far from home and open up grand new worlds.

“We had come very suddenly indeed, at the physician’s insistence, seeking a life for our 5-year-old girl. We carried her much of the way on a stretcher. We were glad to step out into deep, yielding sand when, after five days and nights in a dusty, smoky coach, the little train stopped at the St. Lucie flag stop.”

With his airboat powered by a 496-horsepower Chevy engine, Robert Montuoro drives his passengers out of the water and right up onto the grassy bank at the Blue Cypress Recreation Area.

Falling in love with Vero Beach has always been easy to do.

On a lovely summer day at Pumpkin Ridge Golf Club in North Ridge, Oregon, in what was supposed to be the final round of the U.S. Women’s Open Championship, the unexpected occurred.

No queen of Broadway has reigned longer than Bernadette Peters.