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Columns

  • Progress in Campbellsville

    Progress continues toward the re-installation of the lights on the KY 210 Bypass. All the conduit and concrete bases are in and some lights have been put up and turned on. A big thanks goes to the Campbellsville Street Department, Campbellsville Water and Sewer Co. and the Taylor County Rural Electric Cooperative Company crews, who have teamed together to get this job completed.

  • The hand that rocks the cradle

    While drinking coffee with some friends I was asked the question, “How come you write more about women than men?” The conversation escalated to the question, “Who is the smartest of the two sexes, men or women?” My answer was “watch the paper for an explanation.”

    It was a woman that taught me to read. From women I learned the things of the heart; love, gentleness, friendship, patience and the value of hard work, dependability and steadiness.

  • An election to remember

  • Time to vote; office closings announced

    First of all, I would like to encourage each and every one of you to take the time and go vote.

    Currently, county roads are getting the improvements they have needed for a long time. Each magistrate and I have driven along our county roads with the county road department to see what roads need upgrades the most during this fiscal year.

    Pikes Ridge will be getting some repairs that it has needed. I feel that it has been a long time coming and we will be seeing the rewards during our next year of camping season. This will be a huge boost to our tourism.

  • The miracle of a new life

    When she handed me her baby, my first grandbaby, I could have sworn — even though he had been born less than ten minutes ago — that he raised his left eyebrow, winked at me, smiled and was about to whisper, “Aren’t you glad I finally arrived!”

    Instead, he opened his mouth real wide and cried. And once again reality nudged me in the side.

  • Saying goodbye

     

    I was there.

    I was there when we made homemade ice cream together and sat in his swing. We swung for hours.

    I was there when he taught me just how hard farming is and how we should all appreciate it.

    He was there for my dance recitals, band performances, high school and college graduations, birthday celebrations, family trips and many more special occasions.

    I was there when he planted and picked his prize tomatoes. I will never do it as well as he did.

  • Mayor explains city hiring policies

    When I became mayor, I began an initiative to ensure that all employees are treated fairly and with respect.

    Employees are now given the opportunity for benefits, rather than watching benefits go to persons who have less time and service than themselves. I have insisted that employees are treated fairly and with consistency whenever compared to previous, similar situations.

  • Welcome back!

    “Welcome back, Mr. Whitlock,” the hotel host greeted me as Lori and I returned from an evening out. I looked down to see if I had a nametag on my shirt. Almost feeling like a celebrity, I whispered to Lori as we got on the elevator,

    “How did he know my name?”

    It’s nice to be welcomed back.

    And when someone knows who we are and can even call us by name, like the host at the hotel did to me, it makes us feel even more special.

  • Shopping at 35,000 feet

    Most men probably don’t fall into this category, but I’ll admit I do. I enjoy shopping.

    OK. Let me clarify that. I enjoy shopping for things I like, and for me, that usually means a gadget or gizmo designed to make life a little easier.

    My real obsession is anything related to technology and I’m usually a sucker for a new tool to simplify the rat-race world we live in, whether I need it or not.

    There are some stores in malls and shopping centers where you can find the occasional gadget, but the best place for my money is Sky Mall.

  • Preacher's visits change lives

     

    It was touching, plain and simple.

    I followed him from room to room and saw their faces light up when they saw him peek inside.

    Some of them wanted hugs and a kiss from their “boyfriend.” Some wanted to know what was for lunch or some water. Others said they weren’t feeling well and wanted an encouraging word.

    They all got what they needed.

    The Rev. Mikie Ash visits residents at The Grandview every day. He visits all of them twice a day. I wrote a story about Ash for our Sept. 24 issue.