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Columns

  • What are we remembering on this Memorial Day?

    It is unfortunate that Memorial Day has become confused in the minds of many Americans.

    Then again, perhaps our collective amnesia in that regard is not an entirely bad thing.

  • Father Pepper will be missed

    By Ken Begley
    Sun columnist

    Father Pepper of St. Dominic is turning over the reins of leadership this June to a new pastor after many, many years of faithful service to his flock.

    It is my own opinion, and I’m sure those of our church, that we have been very lucky in having such a man of God to lead our parish for these many years. .

  • Local heroes arrive in the nick of time

    By James Best
    Guest columnist

    Have you ever had a friend or perfect stranger just appear out of nowhere when you were in serious need of help? Afterward, we wish we had conveyed a kind word or small gesture. Well, they say it may never be too late.

    Hard winters are rare in Kentucky, but when prolonged like 1977 and 1978, they are challenging for many of us and devastating to the aging. As the snow storm hit Washington County, my grandfather, D.R. McMurtry, headed to town in his old pickup truck.

  • A good conversation

    “One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody’s listening.”

    Franklin P. Jones (American Businessman, 1887-1929)

    I’ve always tended to talk out loud to myself when I’m writing. You know, just to see how things sound, and such. As I get older I tend to do this more and more. You may not know it but they say this is a sign of great “genius”.

    “Who says that?”, you ask.

  • Envy

    If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

    Max Ehrmann

    Wow, that’s a good quote from Max.

    I never had to worry about the vain part, as I seem to always suffer from an inferiority complex. Early in life it always appeared that everyone else had it better than me. Of course, later in life, after a lot of living experience, I came to find out it was true.

  • Halloween: a time for ghosts

    There ain’t nothin’ like a good old fashioned scary show to get your neck hairs primed and standing up.

    When I was a little kid I was drawn to scary movies like a skunk is to tires rolling down the highway.

    That was a long time ago.

    It was different then.

    Now-a-days kids have infinite sources of entertainment where as we had one. It was television and we had only three channels.

    Good gosh I shutter to think about it.

  • Hug-A-Bug Club

    “Enjoy your family and the life you have now.”

    Norma Goode

    I like that quote. It came from a card Norma Goode at East Texas way sent me a long time ago.

  • Organ donors give the gift of life

    My dad has had a change of heart recently.

    Actually, he received a new heart via transplant on Sept. 29.

    In a way, it had been a long time coming, but in other ways, the wait was extremely short.

    Dad’s heart problems began when I was in high school, and he was about to turn 37 years old.

    In the summer of 1988, I was gone on a trip with friends to Charleston, South Carolina. My parents were home and my mom was getting ready to go to a friend’s wedding just up the street from our house.

  • '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.