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Today's Opinions

  • Combatting the decline of local quail

     

    One hope I held for my time in the wide-open spaces of Henry County involved the possibility of hearing a familiar cry.

    It pleased and surprised me to no end to catch the whistled call of “Bob White! Bob White!” during a return visit to Olney, Ill., while showing my wife around where I used to live in the Prairie State.

  • Letters to the editor

     

    Supporting Brent

  • Trick-or-treating past, present and future

     Rewind back to when I first began trick-or-treating. I was too young to have close friends, so my mom drove us to our cousins’ house hours away to spend Halloween night with them. 

    We had a great time. I wore my first communion dress and a plastic crown my mom bought me as my costume and went as a princess, and my brother and sister were dressed as a hockey player and Snow White. 

  • Upcoming election too important to miss

     In just about a month, voters in Kentucky will take center stage in America. 

    The entire country is watching the McConnell-Grimes senatorial race, and I hope we don’t embarrass ourselves. 

    Sadly, voter turnout is notoriously low in parts of Kentucky, Henry County being no exception. If one-third of all registered voters actually make it to the polls, it is considered a strong turnout. I think we can do better than that.

  • Taking state government into Kentucky classrooms

     Starting this week, hundreds of state legislators from across the country will begin visiting classrooms to kick off the 16th annual “America’s Legislators Back to School Program.”

  • Letters to the Editor

     In support of new community theatre

    Last Friday night my wife and I had the privilege of attending the inaugural performance of The Theatre Downstream. This is Henry County’s community theater, which uses the Henry County High School for performances.

    The play, “Moon Over Buffalo,” was fast-paced, full of humor and action and was wonderfully executed by a truly professional acting troupe.

  • Gone in the blink of an eye

     The older I get the more precious I find life and my relationships with others to be. Our time could be over at any given moment, without warning, and each day is a reminder to prepare for that unfortunate truth. 

    When I was in elementary school, my family moved from Whittemore Prescott to Gaylord, Michigan. We were building a home in a newly developed subdivision where there was only one finished house, and another being built across the cul-de-sac from us. 

  • Bluegrass white-knuckle corridor

     The closest tie to Louisville I used to have in my youth came in the form of the long concrete path of Interstate 64, which hastened my journey to see family in Cincinnati through its connection to I-71.

    As a child and passenger, the trip through Kentucky didn’t mean that much to me — just a means to an end and a sightseeing tour chauffeured by my dad.