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Betrayed by $50 and a quart of whiskey
The old two-room schoolhouse hadn’t been used for awhile and the county school board decided to sell it at public auction.
Like Christmas, the song comes back yearly
We sang “Silent Night” in church last Sunday and I had the same flashback I have each year when that beautiful song first signals the Christmas season.
A rabbit hunting trip never to be forgotten
Four of my uncles were coming home for Christmas. They planned a rabbit hunting trip and insisted that their two nephews go along.
An unlikely band of Santa’s helpers…
I don’t recall exactly when it started but I know I was in college. We were having Christmas Eve dinner when a man came by to bring my dad a decanter of Christmas cheer. As he turned to leave, he asked if I had plans for the night. I was leaving early on Christmas Day on a fishing trip to Florida with friends but my evening was free.
It’s hard to fool an old snipe hunter…
For openers, I’ll define the word “snipe.” It’s actually a small, coastal bird but often is said to be an animal that lives in the forest and is difficult to see and to capture. A “snipe hunt” has been a rite of passage for generations of Boy Scouts and other young folks who’ve attended summer camps in the country.
- Thoughts on the deaths of those we revere “Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” I have often reflected on those immortal words of John Donne, the great English poet, while trying to cope with the deaths of family members, friends and other persons important to me.
A story of drug addiction…and hope
“God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.”
These famous words of American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr have been around a long time. I have admired their practicality but now I am aware of their power.
How not to become a professional gambler
I don’t recall exactly when I decided I wanted to become a professional poker player. I was trying to be a college student and work full-time but couldn’t shake the notion of being a “card sharp”.
Every columnist needs a fan like Gerta
It started with a phone message from a female reader in Indiana who said she wanted to meet me because I was the last item on her bucket list.
Lifting our eyes unto the hills for help
“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.” That first verse of Psalm 121 came to mind this week when I heard that Gov. Steve Beshear and Congressman Hal Rogers had called a summit meeting in Pikeville on Dec. 9 to start planning the future economy of East Kentucky.
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