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Opinion

  • One of my favorite episodes of “Friends” is “The One with the Prom Video” (Season 2, Episode 14). It’s during this episode that Phoebe reveals her lobster theory.

    Though Rachel tells Ross they’ll never be together, Phoebe tells him not to fret because it’s going to happen. When Ross asks how she knows that, Phoebe simply responds, “Because she’s your lobster.”

    Phoebe goes on to say it’s a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life.

  • I have a sign on my refrigerator that reads “Save the Earth! It’s the only planet with chocolate!” I’m thinking of adding another that reads “Like ice cream? Save the bees!”

    Here’s the buzz. Bees are disappearing in large numbers all over the world. Since bees are responsible for one third of the food we eat, this is a problem we need to solve.

    Bees touch our lives every day, even if we don’t realize it.

  • A story on this week’s front page reveals efforts by the Anderson County Chamber of Commerce to nudge once and for all the city and county into changing their ridiculous sign ordinances.

    Those ordinances are virtually the same, but enforced differently by each, often to the point of ridiculousness.

    Take, for example, Eagle Lake. Its owner has tried for years to get a green light to build a marquee-type sign near the Bypass, giving passersby a list of all businesses in the development.

  • Pep rallies were something I considered myself a little bit of an expert on — at least until Monday.

    In high school, I was a varsity cheerleader for three years. I consider my school to be pretty high in the school spirit department, so we had our fair share of pep rallies. During any one of the rallies, you could find me at center court because in Bell County, the cheerleaders were pretty much in charge of the spirit fests.

    In hindsight, I think it’s because no one else wanted to be.

  • There are little explosions going on right now. Color is coming back.

    “Spring has almost sprung and the grass has riz, and I know where the flowers is.”

    We have wildflowers popping up every day. As I drive in to work, I watch along the road and in the fields. The long wait is finally over.

    If you want to bring a little of that color into the house, then go out and snip a few limbs off the forsythia.

  • ‘Hooligan’ columnist is one with no class

    To the editor:

    Sharon Graves sounds like a sore loser on the Carroll County girls’ fan club in her column last week about Anderson’s “hooligans.”

    Any parent would be proud to have as their son any one of the boys who were called “roughnecks, rowdy bullies and hooligans.”

    I have watched basketball for many years and have heard the phrase “air ball” all of my life. Get real, lady.

  • Carlton’s letter missed the mark

    To the editor:

    Will Carlton missed the point I was trying to make in his letter last week titled ‘Missed opportunity to teach a lesson.’

    His letter makes me out to be this father who is ranting and raving over his child not making “whatever team they tried out for.”

    It was not my intention on making this personal. I was merely stating a problem, as well as speaking for others that I know share in my thinking.

  • At 50, Barbie certainly doesn’t look her age.

    The 11.5-inch plastic doll doesn’t look a day older than she did when she was first “born” in 1959.

    But over the course of her half century, she sure has managed to stir up a lot of trouble. So much so that legislators in a state or two have tried to get the sale of the doll banned.

  • It’s not often that I respond to a column that appears in another publication, especially a local paper similar to The Anderson News.

    After 24 years in the business, I know it can be difficult to put together a factual, yet interesting story. In sports writing, when you are often crossing county lines for game stories, it can be doubly tough.

  • It’s a wonder Lexington continues to exist now that a full two years have passed since the Urban County Council OK’d Sunday sales of packaged alcohol.

    On that fateful day in December of 2007, people there (and from here if they want to drive 30 miles) were allowed to buy beer, wine or whatever they wanted.

    Despite the outrage of those opposed to Sunday sales, brimstone has yet to rain from the sky over Fayette County, and the area has yet to be consumed by hellfire, or whatever.

  • The Lady Panthers may have been out-scored and out-sized in the 8th Region tournament, but the girls and their Carroll County fans outclassed Anderson County, hands down.

    High school sports should bring out the best in competition and good sportsmanship; occasionally it does just the opposite. That was the case Monday night when CCHS played Anderson County at South Oldham High School.

    A group of about a dozen Anderson County roughnecks sitting on the Carroll County side of the gym harangued and harassed the Lady Panthers the entire game.

  • Missed opportunity to teach a lesson

    To the editor,

  • I’m a math nerd. I can’t help it — I absolutely love numbers.

    In fact, to this day, my high school calculus teacher has a hard time believing I ended up in a career working with words (of all things). I sometimes find it hard to believe myself.

  • Remember Jeff Johns’ letter to the editor in last week’s paper? The one in which he challenged me to weigh in on the opinion of some of his relatives that President Obama is actually the devil incarnate?

    To that challenge I harken back to a comment then-candidate Obama gave when a preacher of national renown asked him about his position on abortion. Like Obama said, that is “above my pay grade.”

  • Gov. Beshear’s visit last week to discuss early childhood education sparked an interesting conversation here in our office.

    Granted, no one on either side of this issue pretends to know a fraction of what it really takes to publicly educate a child, and we’re sure this concept certainly would not pass muster with state and federal education czars so deeply invested in the current system.

    Instead, the following is more of a “throw it on the wall, see what sticks” sort of scenario, but one that drew raves from some, raspberries from others.

  • Hey, Carlson, is Obama the devil or not?

    To the editor:

    Mr. Carlson;

    You have supplied everyone with some needed comments and views about local issues. But you haven’t expressed your opinion openly about our current president on the first page of the editorial section, sir.

    [Some of my relatives] have expressed their view, in private, that Barack Obama is the devil incarnate. Mr. Carlson, could you please disabuse them of this quaint notion about our president — about this very bright and well-meaning man?

    Jeff Johns

  • A lot has been said about Eastern Kentucky over the past month or so, and I’ve taken notice. How could I not?

    Eastern Kentucky is home to me. More specifically, the mountains of Pineville are home to me.

    Pineville has been in the news on several occasions at the state level, but most of the national focus has been on Harlan and Hazard and other towns in between. In a sense, that’s still home to me. My daddy still drives to Harlan every day for work, and I’ve played many a softball game in Hazard.

  • I love sunsets. Watching our sun spin out of our sight is a beautiful thing.

    We don’t think about our earth spinning around at over 18 mph while it travels at over 1,000 mph around its axis, but we are doing just that. Amazing, isn’t it? Going that fast without even realizing it should remind us that time is passing quickly and planting time will be upon us before we know it.

    Time to plan.

  • I know Valentine’s Day is over but love is in the air. You can literally smell it, although, the aroma is not very pleasant.

    Pepe’ Le Pew is looking for love now, and that means we need to be alert.

    Here on the farm we have to be very alert. Since we currently have eight dogs that roam the hill, we have eight times the chances of getting up close and personal with the all too recognizable skunk.

    This very evening, as I typed, we had a too close encounter. Luckily, I got all eight inside in time.

  • You know those people who love their pets more than anything? The ones who treat Fido and Fluffy like their own flesh and blood? The ones who can relate everything in life back to the cutest thing little Spike did last weekend?

    I used to make fun of those people, but now I’m one of them.

    Josh and I have had our lovely Lily — a 50-pound, 7-month-old lab — since early November, and I can’t imagine our life without her.

    In fact, I had a little taste of that life this past weekend, and I didn’t care for it.