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  • Envy

    If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

    Max Ehrmann

    Wow, that’s a good quote from Max.

    I never had to worry about the vain part, as I seem to always suffer from an inferiority complex. Early in life it always appeared that everyone else had it better than me. Of course, later in life, after a lot of living experience, I came to find out it was true.

  • Halloween: a time for ghosts

    There ain’t nothin’ like a good old fashioned scary show to get your neck hairs primed and standing up.

    When I was a little kid I was drawn to scary movies like a skunk is to tires rolling down the highway.

    That was a long time ago.

    It was different then.

    Now-a-days kids have infinite sources of entertainment where as we had one. It was television and we had only three channels.

    Good gosh I shutter to think about it.

  • Hug-A-Bug Club

    “Enjoy your family and the life you have now.”

    Norma Goode

    I like that quote. It came from a card Norma Goode at East Texas way sent me a long time ago.

  • Organ donors give the gift of life

    My dad has had a change of heart recently.

    Actually, he received a new heart via transplant on Sept. 29.

    In a way, it had been a long time coming, but in other ways, the wait was extremely short.

    Dad’s heart problems began when I was in high school, and he was about to turn 37 years old.

    In the summer of 1988, I was gone on a trip with friends to Charleston, South Carolina. My parents were home and my mom was getting ready to go to a friend’s wedding just up the street from our house.

  • 'No regerts' with Ranger Randy

    My daughter Jenny called the other day from Western Kentucky University with a proposition.

    “Hey Dad, how would you like to go on an all-expenses-paid trip to the Grand Canyon over the Thanksgiving break with me?”

    “Heck, yeah. What sucker’s paying for that,” I quickly responded.

    “Sucker is such an ugly word. I prefer to substitute that with ‘noble benefactor’”, Jenny came back.

    “OK then, who is the benefactor?”

    “You.”

  • Nothing in life is free

    High and dry.

    That’s the status of the old Springfield swimming pool. In fact, it’s completely gone.

    If you saw the photo on the front page of last week’s Springfield Sun, you noticed the concrete that formed the pool was being broken up and hauled away. Now, less than a week later, it’s already gone and dirt has been packed back into its place. A person driving by who didn’t know a pool was once there has no way of knowing it ever existed.

  • American by choice

    I wrote last week that I will be retired at the end of October after 42 years of active Army and Army Reserve service.  I am visiting high schools and colleges between now and then for the University of Kentucky Army ROTC Program.  I talk with parents, counselors and students about the Army in general and our Army ROTC program in particular.  So far I’ve been to all the high schools in 14 counties, as well as one college and two universities.  

    Let me tell you, it is fascinating work.

  • Army ROTC: from college to officer

    I’ve served on active duty and the Army reserve for 42 years as an enlisted man in a wide variety of units and leadership positions. My time is almost over as I will be retired at the end of October when I reach 60.

    It’s been interesting, fun, scary at times, and most of all rewarding.

    My deepest regret is not taking Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) as a cadet when I was in college and becoming an officer in the U.S. Army. I feel I could have done so much more if I had.

  • The master bicycle teacher

    Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live. 

    Mark Twain, “Taming the Bicycle”

     

    Let me start off by saying that nobody knows more about riding a bicycle than me.

    I was raised in an age when parents had one car and it was not for transporting kids around town.  In those days you either walked or biked.  

    I had a paper route at 10 and routinely delivered the now defunct “Louisville Times” several miles around Springfield, seven days a week, for three years.  

  • Retracing an old path

    I exited the University of Louisville hospital and hot-footed it up Chestnut Avenue toward Norton Hospital. I had suddenly changed courses, and having started in another direction, I quickened my pace.

    Although I had made a spontaneous decision, I had a reason for my journey.