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Opinion

  • 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)

    '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,

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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 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.

  • Unlike my wife, who can trace her heritage directly to ancestors who fought in the Revolutionary War, I don’t know a whole lot about my family’s history.

    I know that my ancestors migrated from Virginia to Kentucky a couple hundred years ago and that they were originally from Great Britain and Ireland. But I don’t know much else about my forefathers.

  • Does anyone else find it more than a little bizarre that so many heretofore ardent capitalists have turned to a form of socialism to bail out Wall Street, big banking and possibly the big three auto companies?

    But that is exactly what has been happening since the massive financial meltdown began.

    And why is it that when poor folks receive government assistance the well-to-do label it as welfare, but those same moneyed people think it’s OK when their failing businesses receive welfare in the form of a government handout/bailout?

  • God has a special mold from which he creates firefighters.

    There can be no other rational explanation for why people who otherwise appear completely sane and in command of their facilities would willingly enter burning buildings and risk their lives for, usually, the mere belongings of people they often don’t even know.

    So what drives these men and women from virtually every walk and station in life to show up at the local fire hall and volunteer?

  • To write love on her arms.

    I’d seen those six words in pictures, on T-shirts, in advertisements and on websites too many times to count. “Those aren’t just a random set of words,” I’ve thought to myself. “There has to be a meaning behind them.”

    But as often happens, my mind would wander and I’d quickly forget those six words until the next time I saw them somewhere. Then, sadly, the process would repeat itself.

  • Katie Birdwhistell is a girl after my own heart, and her classmates aren’t half bad either.

    What started as a lack of an idea for Katie, turned out to be a great one — for her and the rest of Jennifer Sea’s third grade class at Robert B. Turner Elementary School.

  • If you want the cold hard facts about what will soon be 100 foreclosures in Anderson County this year, go back to page A1 and read all about it.

    Stay here and you will read about two of the faces behind one of those foreclosures, and how their charitable act last Christmas Day placed their home on the foreclosure list, ruined their credit and has wreaked havoc on their lives.

  • I don’t like telemarketing. Never have, never will. Telemarketers who call and try to convince me to purchase their goods or services are wasting their time.

    So are those who call and urge me to contribute to the local firemen’s or policemen’s organization, or to save the children, or for cancer, AIDS or Alzheimer’s disease research or for any of the other causes that need money.

  • Thumbs down to the state’s transportation cabinet for still not having 45 mph speed limit signs on U.S. 127 Bypass. Extending the speed limit past the new elementary school made good sense, but it’s hard to understand why the cabinet yanked out the 55 mph signs just past the park entrance and didn’t replace them with 45 mph signs. The only warning northbound drivers receive that the speed limit is reduced is at Carlton Drive just south of Kroger. Those who enter 127 from Broadway, Highway 44 or any of the smaller streets and head north have no way of knowing the limit.

  • Not counting today, it’s 36 days until Christmas.

    Even though Thanksgiving comes first and I’m looking forward to my four-day weekend, Christmas is still the holiday on my mind.

    Just to warn you, this column might be a bit sappy and a bit personal, so if you’re one of those people who doesn’t like that sort of thing, go ahead and flip the page or read whatever falls below or next to this. I promise, I don’t mind.

    Christmas 2008 will be much different than what I’m used to.

  • When a team is a player short and needs a sub, a good coach will always put his best available player in the game.

    Let’s hope Gov. Steve Beshear follows that philosophy and selects Anthony Stratton to fill outgoing 4th District Magistrate Jason Denny’s seat on the Anderson County Fiscal Court.

    Denny is leaving the court after winning the county clerk’s seat last Tuesday and as of Tuesday morning, Beshear had not named his replacement.

  • Editor’s note: The following was written by the late John Boggs Jr. of Lawrenceburg, who served in the U.S. Marine Corps during World War II.

    While sitting in church surrounded by my family, grandchildren and friends, I am so grateful for my freedom of worship, freedom of speech, freedom from fear and freedom from want.

    Having spent my lifetime in a democratic society and enjoying all of the freedoms, it is so easy to take for granted these values the rest of the world is so envious of.

  • I’ve never been prouder to be an American than I’ve been since Barack Obama was declared president-elect last week.

    I supported Obama, but that’s not the reason for my pride. I’m proud because the election of a qualified black man signifies that our nation has finally taken a giant step toward making amends for our past racial transgressions.

  • A very pleasant but obviously unhappy lady called me Friday to object to the number of harvested deer and other wildlife photos that appeared in last week’s paper.

    She is a long-time subscriber but made it clear that if dead animal photos continue to be printed, she most certainly will not renew her subscription again.

    To slugs like me who sell newspapers, that’s like hearing nails on a chalkboard.

  • Political campaigning that unmercifully seemed to go on forever finally concluded Tuesday. The mudslinging from both parties was brutal. But modern-era campaign shenanigans pale in comparison to the political hi-jinks perpetrated by some shirttail relatives of a Lawrenceburg man who, in 1912, came very close to being elected president of the United States.