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Editorials

  • Who do you blame when good kids go bad?

    Thirty-five seconds.
    The video kept recording the humiliation for about 10 minutes, but I had seen enough to convince me.  
    What the eye sees, it can’t erase.
    So I procrastinated on viewing the infamous “Making the Bus Monitor Cry” for days. I knew about how horrible it was, and believed all of the outrage.  
    I don’t consider myself a member of the morality police, and typically err on the side of free speech.
    But the middle school boys portrayed in the video were not exercising First Amendment rights.

  • Preparing for return of ‘Flim-Flam Man’

    With our array of taxing districts poised to set tax rates later this summer, it seems only fitting that a 1960s movie titled “The Flim-Flam Man” included scenes shot right here in Lawrenceburg
    That movie featured a pair of drifters who teamed up to gain the confidence of locals while bilking them out of their money. The key, of course, was to never let the local rubes know that they were having their pockets picked, which isn’t all that different than the way the system to raise property taxes works.

  • Where sidewalk ends, city’s responsibility begins

    Look closely at where the sidewalk ends.
    If you’re like me, you usually don’t think about the short drop where the concrete curb’s lip meets the street.
    For Anderson County residents like Lovada Melser, sometimes you’re forced to think of nothing else.
    Melser, who lives in one of the Breckenridge Estates apartments off of US 62, describes herself as an independent woman.
    It bothers her to have to ask people for help, she said.

  • Meet Lawrenceburg’s Hatfields and McCoys

    Have you seen latest television series about the Hatfields and McCoys?
    If not, don’t bother searching it out in reruns because a battle here between city and county government is remarkably entertaining — even without all the bloodshed.
    For our purposes, we’ll make the fiscal court the County Hatfields and the city council the City McCoys. (You’ll find out why shortly.)
    Like the famous families, the County Hatfields and City McCoys have been locked in battle for years, and no one is absolutely certain exactly what caused the ruckus.

  • Resisting the Nanny State

    I don’t like when someone tries to hold my hand.
    Particularly, the government.
    Or really, anyone that makes it his or her business that I mind my own.
    Recent news stories wormed their way into my head the last few weeks, stories that continue to irritate me like bug bites that just won’t stop itching.
    For example, New York.  My birthplace. The land of sea salt air and sand and the most delicious pizza you’ve ever tasted.

  • An eye-opening look at your county tax bill

    It comes in your mailbox every fall, an envelope from the sheriff’s office that contains a yellow slip of paper replete with a dizzying array of numbers.
    If you’re like most people you glance at the bottom line, mumble an expletive or two and shove it into a folder for use when filing an income tax return.
    In these days of 30-year mortgages that include an escrow account for property taxes, an alarming number of people don’t really take a moment to digest that slip of paper, which tells us much more than a grand total.

  • Are we ignoring cancer?

    Cancer has become so common as to be ignored.
    We hear reports about it the news.
    We know it’s the No. 2 killer of American men and women, right behind heart disease.
    We see pink ribbons on bumper stickers, on license plates.
    I feel like the power of hearing a word like “cancer” has been reduced to a dull roar, mixed in with all of the other harmful things that could and might and probably will kill us someday.
    Car accidents.
    Alzheimer’s disease.
    Cancer.

  • Four decades required to pay for city’s errors

    Column as I see ’em …
    If you could receive $5,500 from a state agency by simply responding to an email, would you do it?
    Of course you would, that is unless you are in city government.
    In the past two years, city officials have squandered $11,000 by not responding to emails from the state’s Division of Waste Management that required little more than clicking “reply,” typing in “We’ll take the money” and clicking “send.”

  • Keeping dry eye impossible during Memorial Day ceremony

    It happens every Memorial Day.
    Camera in hand, I go to the ceremony at the Healing Field bound and determined not to get misty eyed during the service.
    After all, I’m a working, impartial journalist there to report and photograph, not participate.
    Then someone says or does something that gets me going, my throat gets a lump and I have to pretend I have a speck of dirt in my eye.
    This year was no different. I was fine for a while, snapping photos of praying and saluting veterans and their families while trying not to detract from the ceremony.

  • Authors abound in Lawrenceburg

    The only thing that comes close to giving birth is writing.
    And I’m not the only one who thinks so.
    Anyone who writes — even just by texting or sending e-mails — understands how difficult it can be to find the right word.
    I once spent three weeks trying to remember the word “efficacy.”
    “Dilapidated” will forever haunt me as the word that vanquished me in the third round of the regional spelling bee.