• Us, we and them

    When it comes to sports, I’ve always loved my favorites — the Kentucky Wildcats, the Cincinnati Reds, the New York Yankees and Indianapolis Colts — but it dawned on me recently just how personally many of us fans take wins and losses.
    If you’re a UK fan, you have no choice but to hate Duke. As any UK fan knows, that nasty taste that comes into your mouth when you hear the word “Duke” spoken is the result of nothing but the 1992 NCAA Tournament, and what they did to us and our hopes of reaching the Final Four with The Unforgettables.

  • What becomes of the broken hearted?

    His lips quivered as tears moistened his eyes. But maybe that was just my imagination.
    No, I could have sworn I saw his lower lip quivering. And no mistaking, I heard his voice cracking just a bit.

  • Who was (is) D.B. Cooper?


    I can’t remember when or where I first heard the story of D.B. Cooper. I was just a child, I know that. I likely caught the story on Unsolved Mysteries or some similar show.

    From the moment the tale came on my radar, I was captivated. Those unsolved mysteries and conspiracies always demand my attention.

  • It's everybody's animal shelter


    “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.”
    -Mahatma Gandhi

    As I write this, she’s curled up beside me, snoring ever so softly. On her back, she has her paws in the air, with her belly for all to see.

    Another one is just on the other side of me, and she, too, is sound asleep. She’s curled in a ball, not making any sound.

    The other one, the big brother, is at full attention, chasing a pesky fly. He is, after all, the protector of the house.

  • Legislature continues to handle key issues

    By Sen. Jimmy Higdon
    We are now a quarter way through session. Bills are flowing through the committee process and arriving on the Senate floor for consideration before the entire chamber.
    Three bills won passage this week and will now head to the House of Representatives.

  • Prayers, for everyone

    We pray for our friends and family members when they have a need. If we hear of a neighbor who is sick, or perhaps going through a tough time in their life, we pray for them. At times, things in this life can be so difficult that offering a prayer is all we can do for someone.
    But what if the person on your mind happens to be famous, and you don’t really know them, but you still feel the need to pray for them? Should you add them to a prayer list in your church?

  • Remembering the service of a former police chief

    My son John and I were discussing our long history of working with Dennis Benningfield over the past years, primarily since l988 when he became a detective with the Kentucky State Police. At the time I was the Commonwealth’s Attorney for Green, Taylor, Marion and Washington counties, and John soon became an assistant.

  • Remember King's message

    You know what they say about those who forget their history, right? They’re doomed to repeat it.

    At Saturday night’s Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. reception at the Imani Center, the message was clear. Have the youth forgotten about the struggles of King and about the Civil Rights movement?

    As I scanned the crowd, which was much smaller than usual, I couldn’t help but notice that there were few children in attendance. The crowd wasn’t very diverse either.

  • Only pictures on a calendar?

    The New Year already has flown, leaving its newborn status lying flat in the nest.
    And I’m left with all these extra calendars — two from local businesses, two from churches which somehow think I will be interested in adding their agenda to my schedule, and another complimentary calendar from a company wanting me to buy calendars to give people next year, assuming, I suppose, that I somehow believe others will be interested in my agenda next year.

    But I like the pictures on these calendars, anyway.

  • The 'little red truck' comes home

    It’s dented and faded, with paint peeling from a bit of neglect. It might not be very pretty, but it was his, and that’s why we wanted it.

    My grandfather had a “little red truck” when I was a child. He loved the truck and spent hours upon hours adding special touches to it and making it shine.

    I remember riding in the truck on special occasions. My grandfather even decorated the truck and drove it in Princeton’s Christmas parade.

    Simply put, it was his pride and joy.