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Columns

  • It’s a festive time of year

    We’re midway through September and headed straight for October. That can only mean one thing: the festivals are on the way.

    It’s a unique time of year for many, but especially those of us in central Kentucky.

    Events and holidays come and go throughout the year, but nothing has a community feel like a local festival.

    In Springfield it’s the Kentucky Crossroads Harvest Festival, while Marion County has Ham Days and Nelson County the Bourbon Festival.

  • Who is rich?

    The real measure of your wealth is how much you’d be worth if you lost all your money.
    - Author unknown

    Every so often I’m tempted to buy a lottery ticket. Especially when you see the dollar figure get up into the hundreds of millions.

    The chances of winning are about as likely as getting struck by a meteor or Congress doing something useful.

    Still, it’s a nice little dream isn’t it?

  • Remember where you were

    Today is the day that we all remember where we were.

    I can’t recall speaking to a single person who doesn’t remember where they were on Sept. 11, 2001.

    I was in my eighth-grade language arts class at St. Charles Middle School, watching as the news unfolded. I still remember hearing that something terrible had happened, before seeing for myself when the TV was wheeled into the room from down the hall.

  • Enjoying the prime of your life

    Usually when someone makes a positive comment about a picture I’m in, I take it because it doesn’t happen often. Mr. Photogenic I am not. So when a dear, saintly lady in my church complimented the “wonderful” picture of my son Dave and me taken during this year’s Vacation Bible School, I had to take a second look at it because there was something about it I didn’t like.

  • ‘Can you sew up my teddy bear?’

    I want to talk with you today about a new organization in Washington County called The Mary Ministry.

    It’s named after The Most Blessed Virgin Mother of Jesus Christ and focuses on changing the lives of single mothers who are raising children through a training and mentoring program.

    But first I want to tell you about the quote that is the headline of this column.

  • Show me what you've got

    It was four long years ago that I was on my way to becoming the next hotshot sports marketer, looking to change the world one ad at a time.

    But then it happened.

    I realized how much I hated math (and how much math was required in marketing) and decided to stick to something I knew: writing.

    But more specifically, writing about sports is what interested me.

  • Lost or need directions?

    I was remembering an old story the other day about a businessman barreling through the countryside in his Lincoln Town Car. The guy is hopelessly lost and stops in a little, one-horse town he happens upon, pulling into a service station in the days when service stations were actually service stations. The attendant saunters out, chewing on a straw, and asks the man what he needs.

    “I’m lost,” the businessman confesses.

    The gas station attendant squints at the driver and asks, “Do you know where you are?”

  • Can we talk?

    Most everybody loves to talk, but do you know someone who talks too much?

    Occasionally, I’ve been accused of this. OK, more than occasionally.

    You people are tough.

    I’m like a water faucet concerning talk. I’m either running or not. If I’m in a room with a bunch of strangers, then I’m prone to just sit back and listen.

  • Standing up for your hometown

    I want to take a quick moment to recognize anyone who has taken a stand on the issue of the Bluegrass Pipeline.

    I’m not saying the system should or shouldn’t run through Kentucky, though there were some compelling arguments at Thursday’s meeting suggesting that it’s an unnecessary risk.

  • When the boomerang booms back

    “How long did you say you are you going to be home?”

    That was my dad’s question to me, Christmas holidays, 1975-76.

    I had set my shaving kit in the small bathroom I had shared with Dad for years. Then, I had moved his shaving cream, after-shave lotion, and cologne to the side so I could spread out mine where his had been, just like I had done when I was in high school.