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Columns

  • The end to three very interesting journeys

    There are certain people that you just remember.
    Some you remember because they are characters.
    But then you have some people you remember just because you do.
    There are three women that have recently come to the end of their journey and left a void in a lot of lives for that very reason, at least to me.
    First is Mary Elizabeth Cammack Perry. I never knew her real name until I read her obituary. Everybody called her Lizzie. She was 100 years old.

  • One detests bullies, the other yellow signs

    We all knew them in school, the children who for whatever reason were constantly the butt-end of jokes, taunts and in some cases physical abuse.
    They were either too heavy or thin or had too many pimples.
    They wore entirely the wrong clothes, had entirely the wrong kind of footwear and hung out with entirely the wrong crowd — if they hung out with anyone at all.
    Their grades were either too high or low, making them book nerds or “retards.” They were too short or tall, and if the latter, chastised for being too clumsy to play sports.

  • Kentucky phrases are like music for those listenin’

    “Lord have mercy, children,” my mother would say, when something really bad was going on.
    She used another colloquialism; it was “Law-zee-day.” I spelled it phonetically because I don’t really know what she was saying. But when she said it, I knew something wasn’t right, for sure.
    I grew up in Harlan, so of course I heard plenty of colorful phrases.   

  • Beshear’s failure to reduce costs leads to ‘no’ vote 

    The gavel has fallen on another session of the General Assembly as we adjourned last week.  Although the issue of a shortfall in Kentucky’s Medicaid budget remains, we still passed nearly 100 pieces of legislation during the 2011 session.
     The two biggest bills we considered during the 2011 session were House Bill 305, dealing with a shortfall in Kentucky’s Medicaid budget, and House Bill 225, which sought to increase the dropout age from 16 to 18.

  • Eager for spring, but don’t rush the season

    Sunshine makes me smile. It’s especially nice to see after a long, cold winter.
    Here on the farm, my rain gauge has measured 15.5 inches of precipitation since Jan. 1. That’s lot of moisture and things are definitely going green.
    This Sunday, spring officially arrives. The vernal equinox means we will be warming up and all the flowers will be coming up to celebrate. The sound of mowers will soon reach a frenzied pitch, as folks start leveling off the wild onions and dandelions sprouting in their yards.

  • Whatever you do, don’t tell Lucille White

    A big surprise is close at hand for Lucille and William White, but nobody wants them to know so mum’s the word.
    The trouble is, Lucille has been asking everybody in her family what they are going to do for their 60th anniversary. “She’s driving us crazy,” said her daughter Donna.
    It’s hard to keep a secret from her mom, but her mom and dad kept a secret when they first married.

  • Not much ‘voluntary’ about farm plate fee

    With March Madness upon us and Kentucky on a roll, I hate to point out a negative about former Wildcat Richie Farmer, but will anyway.
    A man came into my office about a week ago, angrier than Charlie Sheen after a three-day bender. He had just left the county clerk’s office after renewing his license plates and was outraged that the amount of the bill he received in the mail included a $10 “voluntary contribution.”

  • Gardening is a marathon, not a sprint

    I’m watching and listening as spring rolls closer.
    I’m watching the wild onions, crocus and lilies pop up.  The green is growing.
    Listening for the sounds of spring means new bird songs greet my day and the ever-wonderful tree frogs serenade my nights. Hoosier that I am, I liken it to the Indianapolis 500. The cars are rolling up to the line and the engines are roaring.
    The trick with the gardening race is to remember it’s a marathon, not a sprint. That doesn’t mean we’re not supposed to peel out.

  • Reputation of excellence continues for schools

    By Sheila Mitchell

  • No reason to keep using Frankfort’s jail

    Column as I see ’em …
    The days of taxpayers here subsidizing the jail in Franklin County should be over.
    Our inmates can be transported to the moon for all I care, so long as our police officers and jailer never again have to deal with Franklin County Jailer Billy Roberts.
    During last Tuesday’s fiscal court meeting, our jailer, Joani Clark, had finally had enough and told magistrates about Roberts’ behavior, and that she is negotiating with Shelby County to move our inmates there.