• 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.

  • Dump and run on college move-in day

    I dropped Will off at U of L the other day as a newly-minted freshman, ready to begin dorm life. He seemed not just eager to go, but ecstatic to get out of my clutches, I mean, loving, protective hands.

    There’s a reason for that, and it involves my philosophy about raising kids.

    Shoot, I’ll bet you didn’t think an illiterate hillbilly like me even knew what “philosophy” meant, let alone have one.

    I personally buy all my philosophies at the Dollar Store from Charlotte Parrot. She has them cheap out there.

  • Update from Sen. Higdon

    Rarely a week passes that I don’t receive a call or an e-mail from a constituent looking for contact information on a wide range of issues, including the critically important hotline to help prevent suicide among our veterans.

  • Don’t underestimate those nuns

    A very telling scene occurs in the movie, Promised Land---the film about two corporate salespeople, Steve Butler (Matt Damon) and Sue Thomason (Frances McDermond) who visit a rural town in an attempt to buy drilling rights from the local residents. They represent an energy company specializing in obtaining natural gas through a process known as fracking, which critics claim involves a variety of environmental hazards.

  • Quotes from Abraham Lincoln

    “Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?”
    - Abraham Lincoln

    I always feel a great deal of pride that Washington County is literally the “Land of Lincoln.” Abraham’s roots in life run deep here and I never forget it. That beautiful statue of Abraham gazing over his small town, in thoughtful contemplation, always makes me stop and wonder when I see it.

  • The Stranger Returns from A Far-Away Land

    The bible will sometimes refer to a “stranger in a far-away land“. It’s a poetic way of referring to a person that has wandered away from our loving God and is now separated from Him. I met an old schoolmate the other day that was both literally and figuratively in a far-away land when what looked like a great tragedy in war brought him back to God.

  • Through Mama's eyes

    Standing fully in the present moment, there are times when you can touch the past and the future, all at once and at the same time. You can even feel eternity sliding through your fingers.

    And sometimes it happens through someone else’s eyes.

    I see my mama’s eyes in a black and white photo of her when she was six, maybe seven years old--- about 85 years ago now. She’s standing next to her mom somewhere out there on the Oklahoma prairie with the Great Depression swirling around them.