• Sound heralds spring's arrival


    There are a lot of things I don't like to do. But at the very top of that list of things I hate is mowing the lawn.

    Last week, I started hearing that horrible sound of lawn mowers and weed whackers starting up for the first time since last fall. To many, it signifies the start of spring, when flowers bloom and tree branches fill with leaves.

    To me, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Or maybe a death knell.

  • Sign up now ... it's time!


    For the last several weeks, you may have seen notices in the News-Journal asking subscribers to register their accounts on our website at www.cknj.com. There was also a front page story last week.

    This is in preparation for the News-Journal's move to become a subscription-based news and information source, as so many other newspapers and publications have already done.

  • Bookstore's end a sad sight


    It was really sad seeing them like that.

    Scattered, out of order, picked through, marked down and discarded for some other bargain shopper to ravage.

    I went to Louisville this past weekend and spent part of the day shopping in my favorite part of town.

    One of my stops was to Border's bookstore. I always look forward to going to Border's because of the great selection of books and miscellaneous items such as bookmarks, ink pens, zipper pouches, key chains, television and movie memorabilia and much more.

  • An act of God?


    "Frightening beyond belief. I have no words."

    -Resident of Sendai, Japan, victim of the tsunami

    Most of us who saw the telecasts of the tsunami's destruction in Japan could understand that man's reaction to the horror of the cataclysmic event. Your jaw drops. Your eyes widen. You have no words.

  • Daffodils prove spring is on its way


    In a meeting Thursday morning, someone mentioned that they'd just seen a patch of March lilies blooming.

    So after the meeting, I grabbed my camera and took off to get some photos of this early sign of spring. Sure enough, there they were. And on my way back to the office, I saw two more patches blooming.

    I got excited. Spring is my favorite time of the year.

    As the next few weeks pass, spring will gather its momentum and winter will be pushed aside for another year.

  • Way to go, Kentucky


    Though this year's legislative session started off with a bang, few bills have made it to Gov. Steve Beshear's desk.

    House Bill 463 is one of the few awaiting the governor's signature.

    According to a Legislative Research Commission news release, House Bill 463, sponsored by Rep. John Tilley, D-Hopkinsville, is the result of a task force that examined the state's anti-crime efforts. The reform package is the first comprehensive examination of the state's criminal laws since 1974.

  • Bills, bills and more bills

    "I'm just a bill.

    Yes, I'm only a bill.

    And I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.

    Well, it's a long, long journey to the capital city.

    It's a long, long wait while I'm sitting in committee.

    But I know I'll be a law some day.

    At least I hope and pray that I will.

    But today I am still just a bill."

    -School House Rock!


  • Let's think outside the box


    It seems to me that state lawmakers are trying to treat the symptom and not the problem with the "Sudafed bill."

    The bill, which has passed a Senate committee, would require anyone seeking medication containing pseudoephedrine, such as Sudafed, to have a prescription first. The thought is that by making it more difficult to get the drug, methamphetamine manufacturers would have a tougher time making the highly addictive drug.

  • I'll take my money now, thanks


    The CKNJ Bookmarks reading group had a great meeting on Sunday - with several new faces in addition to familiar ones.

    If you enjoy reading, give us a try. We meet once every three months to discuss a book we've chosen. We know that everyone has busy lives, and that's why we decided to meet just four times a year. But we have a great discussion on those four days.

  • Questions women ask


    "Do you remember the color of that sweater I gave you when I was a sophomore in high school?" my wife nonchalantly asked me. "You remember, don't you? It was the first real gift I ever gave a guy. I was so proud of that."

    We had been admiring the sweater our daughter had given me for Christmas. I stroked the sweater as my mind raced back 30-plus years, trying to remember and think of a proper response to her question.