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Columns

  • The great race

    I was in the Sorghum Festival 5-K Race last week.

    Now, I don’t like to brag, but in my day I was a pretty fair runner. Of course, “fair” means something less than “good.” I just don’t want to say how much less than “good.“

    I got up that morning and said to Cindy, “Yep, I think I’m going down to the Sorghum Festival and show them what running is all about.”
    Cindy said, “What do you mean? You doing a PowerPoint presentation at the Opera House on running or something?”

  • Billy Ray and Julie

    Hey, I thought this was interesting.

    Billy Ray and Julie Chitwood are authors of a combined 14 books and have decided to make Washington County their new home.

    Pretty neat, huh?

    Billy Ray has spent a good part of his life in sales and marketing management positions with some of the top educational publishers in the country, from what I understand. They have spent a good deal of their lives out west and in northern Mexico on the Sea of Cortez.

  • Who are our heroes?

    By Jill Seyfred

  • Bringing it all full circle

    I’ve spent part of the last two weekends at Lincoln Homestead Golf Course taking part in what has quickly become one of my favorite pastimes.

    As the saying goes, the struggle is indeed real, but my golf game is slowly coming around (insert pause to celebrate the monumental acocomplishment of my score finally cracking 100 last week).

  • 59 minutes of judgment

    The Lebanon Baptist Church put on a very elaborate and thought-provoking interactive performance, where small groups are led through the last day of four people’s lives in a series of short scenes. You go from this side of life to what lies beyond when these folks meet God and, possibly, the devil.

    I went through one of the final performances of the year last weekend. The last time they held this event, some 2,400 folks went on this excursion into the next world.

  • Election memories

    Election time brings memories from my childhood, and some make me smile. Others make me reflect on how things are done today, and they make me think the political process has gone to the dogs.

    As a young boy, I remember well spending time with my grandfather.

    He had a good friend who was running for sheriff back in Estill County, where I grew up. I’m not sure how things have changed over the past 35-plus years, but I recall well handing out cards and telling people to vote for Allen Crowe for sheriff.

  • A common cause of rage?

    The driver cut in front of me, honking his horn while sticking his middle finger out his car window, pointing it in my direction.

    “What’s he so mad about?” I remember asking myself.

    I had apparently failed to move fast enough when the light for the right-turn lane signaled green.

    That wasn’t the first time someone had so visibly disapproved of my driving.  I admit I’m not NASCAR driving material. I once had a friend tell me that driving with me was like being a passenger with Mr. Magoo at the wheel.

  • The American love affair

    The other night, I was talking with Timmy McIlvoy at my niece, Brittany‘s, wedding. He’s Cindy’s cousin.

    Yep, my niece is now Mrs. Craig Lyons.

    Very cute couple.

    But I digress.

    I was talking to Timmy and let it slip out that we haven’t really taken a vacation in years.

    “Why, you tight sucker,“ or words to that effect, “I can’t believe you haven’t taken your family on a vacation,” said Timmy.

  • Who’s the real straw man?

    Sometimes seemingly small matters turn out to have bigger implications than you originally thought.

    Take for example the Kentucky Tourism Development Finance Authority’s preliminary approval for state tax incentives for the Noah’s theme park in Northern Kentucky.  It seems like a small matter, especially in light of the fact that the park will likely boost tourism in the area.  

    Who could possibly object to that?

    The Americans United for the Separation of Church and State.

  • Remember the white stallion

    This story took place about five years ago.

    I remember it as if it were only yesterday.

    It began when I said:

    “You know what I’d do, Cindy? We need a lot of room to take everyone on vacation. I’d just mount up the old ‘White Stallion’ and go down to Gatlinburg on it. It’s got more room than the other vans.”