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The yellow street sign warned: “Stop ahead,” so I tapped my brakes, bringing my car to a complete stop at the intersection. I glanced to my left before releasing the breaks and stepping on the accelerator.

Then it hit me.
No, it wasn’t another vehicle. It was a series of scenes from the past, swirling around my car, streaming by me one by one and all at once, hurling me back in a time warp before swooshing past my car like a comet, leaving me craning my neck to grasp another glimpse as I idled by.

When I was a child, my parents and grandparents read me bedtime stories.

My favorite was “Goodnight Moon,” the story where the reader says goodnight to bears, chairs, kittens, mitten, socks, a house, a mouse, the stars, air and noises everywhere.

I loved the book. My copy was extremely tattered and torn from repeated use. I believe the book was the start of my love of reading.

A few years ago, I bought a brand new copy and it’s on display in my home office.

“One thing about him, when he was there, he was all there.”  
I was listening to Dr. Gibson Winter, then Professor for Christianity and Society at Princeton Theological Seminary. Dr. Winter had this wonderful way of sharing an aside, an “oh by the way story, which would invariably have a meaning all to itself, staying in my mind long after the words of the lecture had been snuffed out by the stuffy air of Stuart Hall.

Senate Bill 151, which would have permitted seven casinos to open in Kentucky, died in the Senate by a 21-16 vote.
Naturally, as is the way in politics these days, those in support of the bill immediately blamed Senate President David Williams. Williams moved ahead with a vote even though a key supporter, Gerald Neal, was out of town the day the votes were cast.