• The end of the world as I know it

    Another store is closing ... this time one of my absolute favorites. And I'm crushed. Plain and simple.

    I wrote in this space in March about the closing of some Borders bookstores and how sad that made me. Well, Borders is now closing all of its doors.

    Here is my eulogy to the store that housed some of the greatest stories ever.

    I told you in my March column that I wouldn't be going back to Borders. And I didn't plan to. It was just too sad to know that my favorite Borders store was no longer in business.

  • Minimum-wage earners falling further behind

    Two years ago this week, 4.5 million of America's workers enjoyed a modest pay increase, as the federal minimum wage rose from $6.55 to $7.25 an hour. The increase was the final of a three-step boost enacted in 2007. Of those getting a bump in pay, more than three-quarters were adults, nearly two-thirds were women, and nearly half a million were single parents with children younger than 18. 

  • Without you, we're lost

    We have been Taylor County's hometown community newspaper since 1910. And we want our readers to feel as if they have an ownership and vested interest in their local paper.

    After all, what we publish is about you, for you and because of you. Without you, our readers, we wouldn't have any reason to do what we do.

    In an effort to make our readers feel more of a part of their hometown newspaper, we have come up with some new projects that we're going to be rolling out over the next few months and we hope you will like them.

  • WARNING: The truth never hurt anyone

    The purpose is to get people to quit. Simple as that.

    The Federal Drug Administration recently announced that beginning September 2012, it will require larger, more prominent health warnings on all cigarette packaging and advertisements in the United States.

    The changes will be the first in more than 25 years and are "a significant advancement in communicating the dangers of smoking," according to the FDA.

  • Meeting a hero

    The year was 1984. I was going on 8 years old and like any boy of that age, I was obsessed with comic books, superheroes and Star Wars.

    Music, which today is nothing less than the air I breathe, hadn't yet impacted my life. I was exposed to music at home, but nothing that really grabbed me.

    That was about to change.

  • A day in YOUR lives

    Inside today's News-Journal is an exciting special section called "A Day In the Life of Taylor County." I hope you'll set aside time to look at it from cover to cover.

    The section is an attempt to document a typical day in our community. We knew that we couldn't do it all by ourselves; there's simply not enough of us here at the newspaper. So we asked for help from local photographers. And they agreed.

    As a result, 26 individuals were out in force on Wednesday, May 18 to take a variety of photos.

  • Only five months to winter

    It's that time again - and I hate it.

    Hot weather is inevitable, I know, but each year I wish that summer will pass us by and Mother Nature will give us a few more months of winter.

    As I write this on Tuesday, I'm looking at a calendar and seeing those dreadful words again - "First Day of Summer." Well, if the weather so far has been any indication, it's going to be a hot one.

  • God created all

    Some scientists agree that inaccurate information repeated often enough will convince you it is true. They also agree that some of the information given about global warming is misleading.

    I believe that a good example of this repeated inaccurate information is "Global warming is caused by man-made carbon dioxide." This repeated statement ignores any facts that disprove it, even from the EPA.

  • A lesson learned

    What was I doing at 8 years old? As I recall, I was likely blowing up G.I. Joes with firecrackers and bottle rockets. Please don't tell my mom.

    There were also trees to climb, grapevines to swing on and many, many bike rides - usually a little too far beyond the point where my mom told me I could go.

    And those were typical summers during the long-gone days of my youth.

    Not once did my self-centered brain stop and think about how I might help someone.

    But right here in Campbellsville, we have an 8-year-old who's doing just that.

  • It's only the beginning

    They went to daycare together. They played in the dirt together at Pee Wee baseball games. They started kindergarten together, then on to middle school and, finally, high school.

    And now they've graduated together.

    As I watched the seniors on class night, at baccalaureate and again for graduation, I thought of how far this group of kids has traveled ... and how far yet there is to go. My oldest child is one of them.