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Today's Opinions

  • '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.

  • What is perfection?

    Several years ago I heard one fellow I didn’t know describing his wife’s surprise pregnancy. He sure wasn’t a hypocrite. He loudly proclaimed that he told the doctor to have this future baby checked out “real good.” He wanted the pregnancy ended if there was anything wrong. To be honest, it sounded pretty ugly when you heard the words spoken out loud.

    “Perfection” is in such a high rate of demand that if you “aren’t” then you might not be “admitted” to our world.

  • A blast from my past

     

    It was about 2:30 last Wednesday afternoon when the phone rang in my office. I answered, asking the caller if I could help them.

    “Is this Jeff Moreland?” the lady on the other end asked.

    I told her it was, and she followed by asking if I used to live in Irvine, Kentucky.

    I said I did, and politely asked with whom I was speaking.

    She told me, and I think my heart skipped a beat as I heard her answer. You’ve heard the term “a blast from the past,” well this was certainly one for me.