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Today's Opinions

  • All moved in and not a single place to sit

    So, I moved last week.

    If you noticed there aren't any exclamation marks after that, you're sensing the right tone.

    Don't get me wrong. I'm ecstatic to be living in my new apartment, which in two months or so will be come our apartment. But let's just say moving day didn't go all that smoothly.

    I took the whole day off from work, and Josh and I brought the first load of stuff over around 11 a.m. We got our keys, did the "we're-excited-to-have-our-own-apartment" dance and started putting that first load in place.

  • Cash my traveler's check, please

    Upon returning from a week spent lazing on Jamaica's beaches, basking in the sun and surf and trying to be discreet while ogling the ladies from behind the safety of dark sunglasses, I discovered an unused $20 American Express check in my wallet. Never one to allow money to remain in my possession longer than necessary, I headed to a bank here in town to cash in.

  • Can you help solve this mystery?

    Do you ever hear things that go bump in the night?

    Aside from the never-ending parade of freight trains that seems to squawk, squeal and blow their incessant horns, I rarely hear a thing.

    That's not the case for one woman who lives in the community behind The Soap Factory car wash.

    The woman, who does not want her name used, called me last week, wondering if I could put on my investigative reporter's hat and figure out what the heck is making such a racket four nights a week near her home.

  • Rescue us, please

    While our public officials try to figure out how to spin a sucker punch at restaurant owners and their customers into a pile of money to waste on tourism, our neighbors just keep adding pelts to their economic development belts.

    This time it was Springfield's turn. You know, that smaller-than-Lawrenceburg city located in a county smaller than Anderson?

    Seems folks there aren't buying into the notion espoused here recently that bringing in a factory and 100 jobs just isn't going to happen anytime soon.

  • It's all in a day's work

    The world of journalism is a strange one. You have busy weeks that produce a lot of column ideas, and you have slow weeks that produce zero ideas. But, you also have busy weeks that produce zero ideas (hence the TV column that ran last week), and you have slow weeks that produce a lot of ideas.

    For the most part, last week fell into the latter category.

  • City should consider tax's bottom line

    It sure sounds good, that whole restaurant tax idea, especially when its promoters and the city council continue to ignore or at least refuse to question the reality of the situation.

    The sales pitch presented Monday by tourism officials giddily ignored the proposal's economic feasibility, and did so with an enabling assist from council members who asked only a couple of benign questions, including if the money could be used to build a pool. (More on that in a moment.)

  • All this over a few grand?

    Reason and common sense dictate that farmers should be forced to purchase a business license, just like any other business in Anderson County.

    Trouble is, reason and common sense are often not attributes ascribed to the way government at any level treats farmers when it comes to taxes - be they property or otherwise.

    Nor should they be.

    Farmers for centuries have occupied a pedestal in America reserved for few others - only members of the armed forces come immediately to mind.

  • Out of the fire...

    What I write rarely makes me feel foolish.

    Oh, I've made my share of blunders in print, some colossal, some not so much but embarrassing nevertheless.

    But when I finished the short story I promised to read during last Thursday's Stimulating, Ink [a high school writing club] coffeehouse reading at the public library, I summoned all my courage to get up in front of the 40 or so folks there and read it aloud.