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Today's Opinions

  • Working my way back to Santa's 'nice' list

    Somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 years ago, a little girl earned her way onto Santa's naughty list.

    All she wanted for Christmas that year was a keyboard. She loved to sing and wanted to learn to play the keyboard to round out her musical talent. She put in her request to her mom, dad, aunts, uncles and even Old Saint Nick.

    As the days passed by and Christmas morning grew closer, she was bursting at the seams to know if the keyboard would somehow find its way under her tree.

  • Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

    Editor’s note: The following is an 1897 letter printed in the New York Sun and the reply given by veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church. It has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial. It appears here courtesy of newseum.org.

    Dear Editor: I am 8 years old.

    Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.

    Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun it's so."

    Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

    Virginia O’Hanlon

    115 West Ninety-Fifth Street

  • Letters to the editor

    Children thankful for returned parade ribbon

    To the editor:

    We want to thank the nice person who turned in our second place Christmas parade ribbon.

    We wish we knew who he was so we could thank him personally.

    We also want to thank Lawrenceburg Mayor Edwinna Baker for calling us with the good news and giving us the ribbon back last week. Madeleine the reindeer goat thanks you, too!

    Rio and Quetzal Velasco

    Lawrenceburg

    Septic users must comply with pumping regulations

    To the editor:

  • The Night Before Christmas (at the White House)

    The Night Before Christmas

    (at the White House)

    'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the nation

    Not a creature was stirring, due to economic stagnation

    A list of woes was hung by the chimney with care,

    In hopes that Obama would soon be there;

    The twins were nestled all snug in their beds,

    While visions of bourbon balls danced in their heads

    And mamma in her 'kerchief' eating a wrap

    Had just settled down with the world's biggest sap

    When out on the lawn there arose such a howl,

  • Speaking of electric cars, discrimination, Christmas

    Column as I see ’em...

    A question for those of you who think the answer for America’s auto industry woes is for the Big Three to build electric cars: What happens when tens of millions of people pull into their driveways after work and plug them in?

    Might not be too terrible a problem here, but when it’s 90 degrees on the West Coast, California already experiences brown outs due to its aging and inadequate electric grid.

    Ditto the Northeast.

  • Trojan icon is more than a football coach

    I never thought I could become a Southern Cal football fan. Maybe it’s because of the way they repeatedly run roughshod over my University of Michigan Wolverines in the Rose Bowl.

    It wasn’t always that way. The Michiganders swamped the Trojans 49-0 in the 1949 Rose Bowl. But that’s ancient history and I didn’t become a Wolverine fan until the 1970s when I moved to Michigan. Since then it has been all University of Southern California. They whipped U of M 14-3 in 1970, 14-6 in 1972, 28-14 in 2004, and 32-18 two years ago.

  • It’s time to print our own money

    In dribs and drabs, Lawrenceburg’s business community is shrinking nearly every week as small businesses continue to go under.

    As a community, we can sit back and wait for someone in Frankfort or Washington, D.C., to sprinkle pixie dust on the economy and get it back on track, or we can take matters into our own hands.

  • A different way to spread holiday cheer

    A Mountain Dew sits to my left and a bag of Doritos sits behind it. When I go home tonight, I know that I’ll either have something to cook for dinner or the money to go to the grocery store and find it.

    I say this not to remind you of how much junk food I eat, but to remind you that I’m one of the lucky ones — I have food to eat.

    A very giving group of people — led by Tamara Williams — is hosting a dinner tomorrow night at Emma B. Ward Elementary as a fundraiser for those who aren’t so lucky.