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Columns

  • Keeping the 'mean man' away

     

    With my arm draped around my almost 5-year-old grandson, I draw him close as he munches on his cheese burger. We’re nestled in a booth at his favorite fast food restaurant.

    Then, his question: “PopPop, you won’t let any mean man get me, will you?”

    I know why he asks.

  • A blast from my past

     

    It was about 2:30 last Wednesday afternoon when the phone rang in my office. I answered, asking the caller if I could help them.

    “Is this Jeff Moreland?” the lady on the other end asked.

    I told her it was, and she followed by asking if I used to live in Irvine, Kentucky.

    I said I did, and politely asked with whom I was speaking.

    She told me, and I think my heart skipped a beat as I heard her answer. You’ve heard the term “a blast from the past,” well this was certainly one for me.

  • Family physicians can address opioid crisis

    Across Kentucky, community leaders, health care professionals, public policy makers and law-enforcement officials are stepping up to address the opioid epidemic. The Kentucky Academy of Family Physicians is one of many groups working to stop opioid abuse before it starts and to help those who already are struggling with opioid use disorders.

  • Bunning took time to talk baseball

     

    I’ve always tried to be a good citizen, and I keep up with what’s going on in our country. I like to be informed, and I think it’s also part of my job.

    Still, I’ve never been one to sit and talk politics at great length.

    That’s why a visit from a U.S. Senator to my newspaper office many years ago turned into a good old-fashioned baseball chat. And that’s a subject I can talk about all day long.

  • CU athletes deserve to compete on a level playing field

     

    I didn’t see him complain, but I think Clayton Embry had to feel a little slighted this past weekend.

    Embry is a thrower on the Campbellsville University track and field team, and he placed second in the Mid-South Conference meet at the University of the Cumberlands.

    Why would he feel slighted? Well, because he finished second in the hammer throw, not to a student-athlete, but to a coach.

  • Tough losses for the track and field family

    You’ve heard it said about things before, but in this case, it’s really true; track and field is like one big family.

    My son is a thrower (shot put, hammer) at Georgetown College, which is in the Mid-South Conference, with Campbellsville University and Lindsey Wilson College. He’s in his second year, and my wife and I attend every meet, whether it’s nearby or far away. It’s just what we do.

  • Shining a light on opioid issue

    As I stood there in the sanctuary of First Cumberland Presbyterian Church Sunday night, with the lights completely out and the only light in the room illuminating from several candles burning, I thought about the significance of what was happening in the moment.

    This was not any ordinary church service that I attended on a random Sunday evening in April. This was a service dedicated to providing prayer and support for those struggling in the chains of addiction and those who have loved ones struggling.

  • All the youthfulness you need

    “Hume Cronyn,” she said, squinting her eyes in my direction.
    I was standing in the grocery store aisle.
    “Excuse me?” I responded, clueless about what she meant. “Hugh?”
    “Hume, Hume,” she emphasized, “Hume Cronyn, the actor. You look like him.”
    This was a bit unusual, at least for me. I’m not used to being stopped by a complete stranger in the grocery store and learning that I look like someone I’ve never heard of.

  • I was just along for the run

     

  • Old friends - the best friends

    We span the decades; these old friends of mine.
    “We’re planning to go to the Kentucky Derby. Got any suggestions?” they called and asked me several months ago.
    I didn’t have any, really, other than my sage advice for them to avoid the crowds as much as possible.
    “You haven’t changed,” Cindy laughed. “On the way back, we’ll be there for Sunday worship with you.”
    Which they did, much to my delight.