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Today's Opinions

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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. 

  • Organic farming has natural appeal

     

    Growing up next to corn and beans farms, running in between the corn stalks as a child and riding my grandpa’s tractor and combine, I can still picture the long straight rows in fields that appeared to run from a county road to the horizon.

  • Letters to the editor

     

    Christmas in August poker run a success

     

  • Reader questions timing of project

     

    It’s amazing how things get done when it’s time to get re-elected. For years, a ballfield has sat empty, with just a backstop in place.

    It seemed to me that nobody cared whether or not it got any use for the kids in this county.

  • What was once lost is found again

     

    Beth and I finally discovered where the last lost-in-the-move items were nearly three months after the move following a recent visit to my parents’ house.

  • Next stop on journey of life: Henry County