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Ghosts haunt downtown Lawrenceburg.
I’m not the only one who can see them.
They’re empty, lingering shells of the lives they once led, cut short by a death that cannot be easily be explained or understood.
In all the places I’ve lived, I’ve never seen restaurants open so hopefully and die so quickly.
In my quest to find the answers to downtown’s problems, including the extreme lack of restaurants on Main Street, I thought to go directly to the source — the restaurant owner.

It occurred to me the other day that I haven’t thanked you all lately for reading this column so faithfully.  
Your questions and comments are always wonderful and I really appreciate hearing them.  I know you don’t all live in Anderson County, but I got a question the other night all the way from Wisconsin and a comment from Texas a couple of weeks ago.   Now that is dedication, or maybe desperation.
The most frequently asked question lately was what can I do with all this .... you fill in the vegetable.  

A committee of community volunteers has been working steadily over past months on the establishment of a free community medical clinic for Anderson County. The project originated in 2009 within the Health and Nutrition Committee of the organization known as Anderson County Community of Promise. Community of Promise, which was organized in 2002, is made up entirely of volunteers who share the goal of identifying and addressing human needs within the community.

She seemed at ease with her cage, the barbed wire and tall fences surrounding the women’s prison.
I felt relaxed, too.
Maybe I should have been more nervous, sitting across from a convicted first-degree murderer.
On that crisp November day, however, I was more worried about my frozen fingertips, hanging onto that scribbling pencil for dear life.
It’s hard to translate someone’s life story burning in your ears when your numb hands refuse to cooperate.