• Divine intervention

    Some of the customers I sell to, I get to be friends with. The other day, I called on one that had just gotten out of the hospital.

    I sat a spell while he told me about his ordeal in the hospital and his brush with death. I thought it was worth repeating. It reminded me that prayer is the greatest healer and lives can be changed with it. I hope I can do this story justice, as I’m writing from my memory alone.

    I was surprised at how well he was able to put his thoughts and feelings into words so soon after that kind of ordeal.

  • One growing up, another growing older

    In my family, there are changes happening on both ends of the spectrum.

    On one end, my son, Michael, who just turned 16, is learning to drive. He has been so excited since getting his driver’s permit, and no matter how short or long the trip we are taking, he always wants to get behind the wheel.

  • The curse of the computer

    I was in bed asleep when the phone rang. I picked it up and said a groggy “hello.”

    When I am awakened by the telephone, I sound a little like Jimmy Duranty, the deceased comedian, or so I’ve been told.

    A voice came through from the other end. A taped voice.

  • Mayor works alongside city workers


    The Campbellsville Water Co. has recently begun construction of a new one-million-gallon water storage tank near KY 55.

    The foundation stage is well under way. Next will be the building of the concrete pedestal. Then the third stage is the construction of the tank itself. It will be built and lifted into position.

    Once the new tank is completed, two older tanks will be dismantled. The new tank will improve water quality, water pressure and water storage capacity for the entire community.

  • February has a lot to offer


    On Groundhog’s Day, Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow, so we should anticipate an early spring.

    We also will be celebrating Valentine’s Day and President’s Day. We should not forget our loved ones on Valentine’s Day and we should honor our past presidents and ask Congress to work together and with President Obama during his second term, not only for the United States, but for us here locally.

    I would have to commend all of the county entities with their work on getting our roads drivable on Jan. 25.

  • Stan the Man: A baseball legend


    “Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart, kid, and you’ll never go wrong.”
    — “The Sandlot” (1993)

    A great American legend, and one of my heroes, was buried last week. But “Stan the Man” Musial was more than a hero, he was and remains a legend. And legends live on, influencing those who come behind them, inspiring new acts of courage and goodness.

    Though dead, Stan Musial lives on.

  • Getting a head start on spring cleaning

    Spring officially begins in 47 days.

    While delightfully out-of-season Ocean Waters from Sonic and frequent ill-advised trips to the tanning salon have helped me avoid obsessing over the countdown, unfortunately, I don’t think my house can wait that long.

    Four years at Lindsey Wilson College helped me gain a well-rounded education, lifelong friends and an accumulation of items that I simply don’t need anymore.

  • A dream comes true


    The building will soon be bare, the stories it once held packed for safekeeping.

    The Taylor County Public Library is moving. I’m thrilled at the news, but also saddened.

    I grew up at the library, literally. As a child, I went to the library at least once a week.

    I learned to appreciate reading from my parents, but also from my extended family, my friends at the library.

  • Things that go bump in the night

    We’ve all heard the sounds that frighten us in the middle of the night. There’s a creaking sound.

    Was it a door? No, of course not. The doors are locked and there’s no way anyone could get inside the house. How about someone taking a step across the dining room floor? No, don’t be silly. It was just the house settling. Yeah, that’s what it was.

  • Finding the real deal

    “You don’t seem like a preacher, at least not a typical one. You’re ‘the real deal.’”

    The comment, coming from an inmate in jail, I took as a compliment, although I frequently ask myself if I’m really real.

    His comment was followed by a question: “How did you ever get to be a preacher in the first place?

    I was tempted to ask, “Do you think I should have been something else?”