• What’s the toughest part of your job?

    That’s a question that rings home to me, and the answer is hard to think about – looking at the faces of the children caught up in custody and divorce cases.

    I remember one little girl; she must have been 8 or 9 years old at the time. She and I were sitting outside the courtroom while her family members were arguing over who got custody of her.

  • How on God’s green earth do school buildings not just disintegrate in a heap of dust with all the kids running around them nine months out of every year?

    It’s beyond me.

    My own house seems to need a complete renovation about every 12 years and we only had five kids, now mostly adults, running around in it. I can’t imagine the amount of wear and tear a school building gets.

    But I digress.

  • 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 Friends

    As this Mother's Day approaches, we plan to celebrate as we remember the abundant and unconditional love our mothers unselfishly gave throughout our childhoods.  Whether they are with us or have passed on, we can look back and remember what they taught us about life.

  • 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.

  • Dear Editor,

    As a child growing up, on more than one occasion, my mother warned me how my words and actions could hurt my reputation. Well, I must admit, I did question her advice and wondered if it really made any difference. Once you get through the “I know everything” stage, you quickly realize that when you hear someone’s name, you have an instant opinion of that person.

  • 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.

  • You’ve heard it said about things before, but in this case, it’s really true; track and field is like one big family.

    My son is a thrower (shot put, hammer) at Georgetown College, which is in the Mid-South Conference, with Campbellsville University and Lindsey Wilson College. He’s in his second year, and my wife and I attend every meet, whether it’s nearby or far away. It’s just what we do. 

  • 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.

  • Dear Editor, 

  • 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.

  • “Cindy! Is that the guy?”

    It was about 6 p.m. We’d just finished up supper when this guy rode up into our drive in a pickup truck. I’d been waiting patiently for weeks for his return. 

    “That’s him.”

    “Oh boy, oh boy!” I was giddy with excitement.

    “I wish you wouldn’t get giddy all over the place. Somebody has to clean that mess up. By the way, you do know you’re going to the ‘bad place,’ don’t you?”

  •  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. 

  • This is a book review “41: A Portrait of My Father” by George W. Bush (Crown Publishers, 2014, 280 pages). The review is submitted by Dr. Harry Toder, a professor at St. Catharine College.

  • 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.

  • The Oscar nominations are in, and the 85th annual Academy Awards will be aired on Sunday, Feb. 24, so make sure you watch to see who goes home with the gold.

    And by the way, I read that gold 14-inch high statue weighs more than eight pounds and costs $500 to make. 

    The Oscars are one of my favorite awards presentations. When my favorite stars walk the red carpet, I can see the worst- and best-dressed in all the latest fashion. I love playing fashion police. 

    Joan Rivers and I could have a blast. Her wit is a little quicker than mine, though.

  • 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.

  • Combatives: A term popularized by the United States Army referring to hand-to-hand combat training. 

    I’m getting old.

    I first enlisted into the military in 1975.

    Yep, I’ve seen a bunch during nine years of active duty and another 29 years of reserve time in both the Navy and the Army. The trouble is, as I near 55, I just can’t remember much of it anymore.

  • 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.  

  • The Internet: That daily source of information upon which so many of us depend for so much —from the daily news to updates on friends and their status — cannot only be an avenue offering help for today and even hope for tomorrow, but also unfortunately, an escort to our demise, bouncing us along the boulevard of broken dreams, pointing us finally to the exit ramp that lands us in a parking lot bound by past mistakes.