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Columns

  • Me, Jenny and Ranger Randy

    A few weeks ago I wrote an article about 24 days of extreme outdoor hiking, repelling, rock climbing, and canoeing I did with a group called Outward Bound North Carolina some 34 years ago. I lost 30 pounds during that time and looked like a survivor of a Nazi death camp at the end.  I was young and dumb then.
    Now, I’m just old and dumb.

  • Earn it yourself, kid

    The way I see it, in many ways this country is headed down hill fast; it’s in high gear and nobody’s touching the brakes.

  • Bring on those 60 birthday candles

    At last, here’s some good news from the wide world of news. This one comes from Stony Brook University and the International Institute for Applied Systems Analysis.

    Researchers there have concluded that age measurements that have traditionally categorized people as “elderly” or “old” at a certain age (usually 65) are no longer valid and must adjust accordingly.

  • Class of '75

    I’m 57 now and a proud AARP card-carrying member of the noble senior citizen ranks of The United States of America.

    But I wasn’t always this old.

    Yes sir, I remember when I was graduating from Washington County High School as a member of the class of 1975.

  • Keeping losses in perspective

    “Why did you turn the TV off?  There’s still a few seconds left in the game,” I asked my son, Dave.

    “It’s over. I don’t watch the other team celebrate.”

    I didn’t argue. I felt the same way.

    It’s not fun when your team loses, especially when they get so close to the championship game and an undefeated season.

    Losses like that are disappointing. Before drifting off to sleep I thought, “If only they had…”

  • The third grandmother

    Life is not about how fast you run or how high you climb, but how well you bounce.
    - Vivian Komori

    You know, I love small town life.

    In some ways, being in Washington County is like “The Andy Griffith Show” that was first broadcast 55 years ago. It centers on the fictional small town called “Mayberry” and all of its quirky citizens, with all their humorous problems.

    It was very popular in its day and ran for eight years. It has been in reruns ever since.

    So what made this show so good?

  • Holy hilarity

    Hearing laughter from one of the rooms where a Bible study class was meeting Sunday morning, I cracked opened the door and teased, “What’s this, laughter in church?”

    They answered with more laughter.

    And why not laugh in church? There certainly is a time for being quiet and even for sadness. As the author of Ecclesiastes wrote, “There is an appointed time for everything…” including, “a time to cry and a time to laugh.”

  • Blame game is a waste of time

    There is going to be a lot of discussion surrounding road funding over the next several months, and the vast majority of it will not be pleasant conversation.

    With everything I’ve read on the topic and my interview with Washington County Judge-Executive John Settles for the road funding story you see on this week’s front page, I learned quite a bit about the specifics of the cutbacks and what they mean for each individual Kentucky county. What I learned is that the results will not be good.

  • The God of a broken people

    For God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
    – John 3:16

    John 3:16 is probably the most beautiful and hopeful verse written in the Bible. I’ve been told it pretty much sums up, in one sentence, everything that Christianity is all about.

    The true beauty of the whole Easter story is not only that it happened, but also how God had it happen.

    He sent Jesus to the world as a living, breathing man, not as the powerful God he is.

  • The fender bender

    I hate cars.

    To me a car is just a big expense on wheels.

    I hate buying them because I never really know if I got a good deal or not.

    I hate paying the humongous insurance bill you get when you have teen drivers.

    I hate the funny sounds they make right before something major blows a hole in your pocket.

    I hate the endless maintenance bills and climbing under the engine to change the oil.

    I just plain hate cars.