Opinion

I’ve come to realize over a period of time that there are different levels and kinds of funniness. What one person will double-over laughing at might not even bring a smile in another person or worse make them mad. Here are a few examples that you might have experienced before.

Years ago my sister, Mary, who’s from Louisville, met one of my friends from the factory that I worked at in Danville.

They’d been talking for a while when suddenly the friend realized that Mary was my sister.

Dear Editor,

The invasion has started! Please help fight back and save our county.

Have you heard about the worse environmental invader now coming our way – bush honeysuckle? Drive around metro areas in early spring and you will find how this bush has taken over the landscape. It is first to leaf out in spring and creates a thick shade bush up to 12 feet tall.

I come from a big family that had nine kids.

Johnny is the third oldest at 63 and I’m fifth at 59.

Where have the years gone?

We look quite a bit alike, and over the years people have frequently mistaken us for each other. That didn’t help my ego, as he was four years older than me, but that’s another story. We also have a few habits and other things that are similar.

We both married, and John’s three kids came out as a girl, a girl, then a boy. The first three of my five kids came out the same.

The crucifixion of Jesus Christ will mean something different to every person that hears and thinks about the story. Here are my own thoughts. 

The traits people had then hold true to this day. We constantly look for people that will tell us the “Good News,” but become angry when they tell us the bad. We tend to reject them at that point and search for someone else that has a message more to our liking.

The families of my father and mother are filled with skilled craftsmen. They can do just about anything with their hands.

So here’s my question. How come I didn’t inherit these skills? Maybe I was adopted.

Let’s compare their abilities to mine.

 I love quotes and Lincoln will always be my favorite. 

But his letters and stories are even more inspiring. Some are as close to Bible parables that you can get without it coming straight from the mouth of Jesus. They may make you laugh or they may make you tear up, but you will learn something important. 

I’d like to take this opportunity – that is, a big blank white space on tomorrow’s editorial page - to thank everyone for being so kind to me since my arrival in Washington County. I rolled into town like a Beverly hillbilly from West Virginia a couple weeks ago with my two beloved dogs and a trailer full of camping gear and clothes. I broke camp at my mountain hideaway and got down here as quickly as I could, because I knew The Sun needed an editor right away, so some folks could get some time off.

Most of us know what it’s like to laugh at the wrong time.

The character Ray Barone in the sitcom, Everybody Loves Raymond, got himself in a peck of trouble when his wife Debra confided in him that her parents were getting a divorce. Typical of Raymond, instead of being empathic, he found the situation laughable and couldn’t restrain his snicker. Debra made him pay severally for his faux pas.

I’m guilty of a grievous breech of southern etiquette.  I fail to wave back to people when driving down the road.  
If you’ve ever waved to me when you’ve seen me driving then please don’t take offense if I didn’t wave back. I never see anything except those white and yellow lines while driving down the road. I never look into other people’s cars while driving. I didn’t even know that people were waving to me until my kids mentioned it one day.