Vero Beach Magazine - January 2006

Bea Murray knows what it’s like to see a loved one’s mental faculties slowly slip away.

Americans love pills and, increasingly, the medication they’re popping is self-prescribed.

At 10:30 a.m. one Thursday during the hottest days of the summer, a group of women converged on Linda “LuLu” Badgley’s house for the monthly meeting of Art Chix.

By any standards Vero Beach is one of Florida’s most desirable places to live.

It’s not often that the movies provide the motivation for political change in an area, but that is what happened in Vero Beach in early 1925.

Melih and Pamela Tan both went to Bowling Green University but they didn’t meet and fall in love until a class reunion years later.

One of the first records I ever owned was a double album of surfing music by the Beach Boys, Jan & Dean, Dick Dale and others.

“If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”

Works of art are rarely recognized as masterpieces when they’re completed.

The “Doc” Phillips needlepoint story weaves on and the second chapter is as exciting as the first.

It was 1965 when Edwin Link first saw the small port that would become the home of the Harbor Branch Oceanographic Institution.

Although reminiscent of Tuscan villas perched high in the hills of Italy, K.C. Barkley’s beachside home commands a more intimate, lushly tropical setting shaded by tall oaks.

When Gloria and Emilio Estefan began searching for an escape from their busy life in South Florida, they first thought of the Florida Keys or the Bahamas.