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Columns

  • True success should be celebrated

    The way I see it, in many ways this country is headed down hill fast; it's in high gear and nobody's touching the brakes.

  • Former CKNJ writer on hand for Holmes' Wells Fargo win

     

    I would never have dreamed it in 1975, when in the dead of winter, I moved from South Carolina to Campbellsville and rented a farmhouse from Bess and Clement Whitlock.

    But here I was in late April and early May at Quail Hollow in Charlotte, N.C., working as a volunteer - as I have for the past seven years - for the Wells Fargo Championship.

    This year, however, proved to be extra special at the fabulously beautiful and lush green golf course that some say rivals even Augusta National and the Masters as THE tournament on the PGA tour.

  • A dose of reality

     

    They watched as their friends, one by one, died tragic deaths. And as obituary after obituary was read, the message sunk in.

    Most of the teenagers lost their lives in car crashes, from drinking and driving or texting while behind the wheel. We all know we shouldn't do either, but, for some reason, people still test their limits sometimes.

    And that's why teenagers - and adults - need the message sent at the recent Ghost Out at Campbellsville High School and mock crash at Taylor County High School.

  • Take pride in Kentucky Derby

    This is a special week to be a Kentuckian. If we didn't get enough attention for our college basketball teams during the recent NCAA tournament, now comes an even bigger stage, another way to shine the spotlight on the Bluegrass State.

  • Taylor County — a great place to live

     

    The giggles were contagious.

    As I waited for the event to start, I saw the children's excitement grow. It was palpable. They had their homemade, home-decorated buckets in tow, ready to hear the adults tell them "go."

  • Find happiness in the small things

    "Daddy! Daddy! Look what I got," the little girl shouted with glee.

    Every child was a winner at The Kid SpOt Center's second annual autism awareness event at Kid Wise Amusement on April 16. When their name was drawn for a door prize, the children rushed to the prize table to choose among several gift baskets overflowing with an assortment of educational toys, craft kits and candy.

  • He's alive!

    Years ago when our son, Dave Jr., was about 7 or 8 years, he awoke early one Easter morning, but I was awake, and he immediately began singing the chorus of the Don Francisco song, "He's Alive."

    "He's alive, yes he's alive, yes he's alive and I'm forgiven," Dave sang as he hopped out of bed.

    At first, before I could understand what he was singing, I thought something was wrong with him; maybe he was having a bad dream or was sick and crying for help.

  • My fork goes where?

     

    It's something our parents tried to instill in us all. But it's also something some of us have forgotten over the years. And now, with people being as busy as they are, it might have gone by the wayside entirely.

    I went to a dining etiquette workshop on Monday afternoon at Campbellsville University. Look in Monday's issue for photos from the event.

  • A new hope for Taylor County

     

    If you build it, they will come.

    The old saying will hold true, I'm sure, for two new homes in Taylor County, The House of Hope and J&W's House of Hope. You can read about the homes on today's front page.

    The concept is simple - a handful of residents got together and are turning two houses into transitional homes for those who have battled drug addiction.

  • A fourth pair of shoes

    I owned three pairs of shoes when this story began.

    A pair of shoes showed up at my house a few years back. That's not all that unusual, except these showed up by themselves, with no one attached.

    I was coming up the drive to the garage one day when I saw a plastic Walmart bag with something in it lying against the house. There's always something laying around our house, mostly kids, so my curiosity wasn't peaked until a couple of days later. The bag was still there.