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Opinion

  • Four years ago, I made my first trip to Anderson County as a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed intern ready to take on the world of journalism.

    Perhaps, then, it’s no surprise that during my 10-week internship, I fell in love with a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, teeny, tiny kitten whose face I first saw as a featured pet of the Anderson Humane Society in an issue of our paper.

    Staring at those scared little eyes through the newsprint, I knew this kitten had to be mine.

  • Column as I see ’em ...

    Bet you didn’t know that money from the sale of bourbon will help buy your child or grandchild’s textbooks this coming school year.

    It will also help feed them, pay their teachers, put fuel in their buses and keep their classrooms warm on cold days.

    Yep, those awful, evil distilleries that pollute our souls with their wicked brew are without question our public school system’s greatest benefactors, and there’s not a thing you anti-alcohol types can do about it.

  • I am not a Kentuckian.

    I hail from little Crozet, Va., just outside of Charlottesville, Va., at the foot of the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains.

    I came to Kentucky to get a journalism degree at the University of Kentucky and have enjoyed the experience along the way. After being awarded the opportunity to intern here at The Anderson News I was really excited, but also quite nervous.

    After all, I was going to be spending my first summer away from my home in Virginia, I was going to be working in a foreign town, and I didn’t want to mess anything up.

  • Scouring through old editions of The Anderson News looking for completely unrelated information, I ran across one of my columns from almost exactly a year ago.

    “Is it football season yet?” the headline asked.

    Oddly enough, my thoughts have been walking a similar path this year, but at least now I know why.

    The obvious answer is that I’m a football junkie, which is most certainly true, but it has only been true for two years.

    So pardon me if I’m slow to this conclusion, or if it’s an obvious one.

  • America is caught up in ‘out-of-kilter’ times

    To the editor:

    Lindsay Lohan’s probationary violations received live television coverage and made the front pages in New York.

    Thousands of words were devoted to her, but little attention was paid to the three American soldiers killed in Afghanistan the day she appeared in court.

  • At a special called meeting last week, the Anderson County Board of Education selected the location at which it will build a new Early Childhood Center — and we couldn’t be happier with its choice.

    Actually, either of the locations the board was considering would have made us giddy.

    The location the board has chosen is a plot of land between the district’s central office and Emma B. Ward Elementary School. The runner-up in the contest was a plot of land on the Robert B. Turner Elementary School campus.

    So, why are we smiling so wide?

  • Drury’s deeds a lesson on what to do

    To the editor:

    I have to admit I bought The Anderson News [last week] because of the outrageous quote on the front page attributed to Ms. Drury, candidate for Anderson County judge-executive.

    I am amazed a candidate would refer to her would-be constituents as being without sense or intellectual ability.

    Then I read your article about your interview with her and the plagiarism found on her website.

  • While LeBron James was telling us — excuse me, blessing us — with his decision of where to play next year, a team of 10- and 11-year-old baseball players reminded us of what we love about sports.

    James, the latest example of a me-first superstar we have in sports today, decided it was necessary to take an hour of our lives so he could announce where he would suit up next year.

  • I’m smiling. As I write, it’s Thursday night and I’m listening to thunder boomers and a nice steady rain. It’s been two weeks of dry, hot weather and hand watering to keep things alive. You can almost hear the earth sighing with relief. Some native plants, that are our most hardy lawn weeds, were even curling up.

  • Silly Bandz are, simply put, silly.

    They’re the new “it” thing to have for children everywhere, and they’ve caught on faster than H1N1 did this past fall.

    Among other things, there are animals, letters and dinosaurs to choose from. The possibilities seem limitless.

    But what’s the big deal?

    Silly Bandz are colored rubber bands molded in different shapes. Seriously, that’s it. Despite the simplicity of them, they’re selling faster than stores can keep them in stock.

    It’s insane.

  • Oh my, it’s July. The Old Farmer’s Almanac is calling for two degrees below normal temperatures and four inches of rain for the month. Now, if we can just split that rain into one inch a week, we’ll be set.

    These cool nights, while wonderful for our energy bills, can set us up for some vegetable problems in the garden. Keeping in mind that offense is our best defense, I’m recommending that we all break out the chamomile tea.

  • Time seems to speed by at twice its normal rate when you’re on vacation.

    You’re driving here, running there, seeing this, doing that and before you know it, you’re driving back home wondering where all the time has gone.

    While taking a few days off allows you to “vacate” your normal life, rarely does vacation really equal rest.

    I’m also convinced that while on vacation with time passing so rapidly, one’s coworkers are experiencing time passing equally as slow.

  • Column as I see ’em ...

    I promise that every word in this column was typed by my fingers in concert with the organic word processor I store beneath my hair.

    It’s a shame the same can’t be said about some information on judge-executive hopeful Donna Drury’s campaign website, where she claims to have gained permission to post, without any attribution whatsoever, the words of other writers.

    I call it a shame because some of what’s written there is solid material upon which a candidate could base a good election campaign.

  • Tourism, county made ‘honest mistakes’

    To the editor:

    I found your June 23 article regarding the tourism commission intriguing though, perhaps, a bit misleading.

    I felt as though I should wash my hands after reading it.

    I assume you meant to imply some overt impropriety on the part of the tourism commission. What I gleaned from the article was that good people, both in the tourism commission and county government with the good of Anderson County at heart, have made honest mistakes and oversights.

  • I’m no UK basketball historian.

    I’ll put that out there in the very first line of this column because it needs to be noted.

    I am, however, a sports geek who believes he can put things in perspective fairly well while not carrying a bias in one way or another.

    With that said, the incoming men’s basketball freshman class at Kentucky will have a tough time reaching the lofty expectations their brethren from one year prior have now created. But they may go further when the calendar turns to March.

  • One of the things I love best about gardening is hearing people’s stories.

    The “I remember when” stories are the best and I always learn something. It’s usually grandma stories that focus on the end product like a big ol’ pot of beans and grandpa stories that focus on the how to like putting boards down to germinate the seeds.

  • Missed chance to protect dogs

    To the editor:

    As a man involved in promoting the protection of dogs in my own community and elsewhere, I have followed with interest the controversy surrounding the defeated proposal in Anderson County Fiscal Court which, if enacted, would have improved the quality of life for dogs in your locality.

    I agree with Stan Petry’s letter in the June 16 edition that the ordinance would “thrust Anderson County into a leadership position as a forward-thinking, humane community.”

  • Yes, I’ve let slip the occasional blue word or two, and no, after hanging out in locker rooms, hunting camps and at fishing holes for most of my life, I certainly don’t have what by any stretch would be considered virgin ears.

    But I can’t help but be taken aback at what appears to be a sudden rash of public cussing by local and national leaders.

  • Sometimes, I just want to sit outside and watch the farm. There is so much going on without me lifting a finger. Wildlife love my farm. I keep making new living places for them. When I cut tree limbs, I toss them into areas that provide plenty of cover for raising young. A walk around gives me a glimpse into life going on under my nose.

    Less than 80 feet from the house I spy a bedding area for deer, just 10 feet from a garden bed. Of the 17 acres, most are left wild. Tracks and droppings provide even more evidence of life. They must think of it as an organic Mall of America.

  • Speeding down the water slide at Paradise Pool with a Beach Boys medley playing in the background.

    Dancing like two idiots to Achy Breaky Heart or any other random country song playing on the radio.

    Striking out a batter and hearing him yell, “Alright!” from inside the dugout.

    These are some of my fondest memories with my father as a child.

    Growing up, I was a daddy’s girl, for sure.

    We spent weekends together, mostly at the pool if it was summertime.