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Tree is long gone, but memories still haunt
A man of letters
He was a man after my own heart, Rob Wilson. Although we never met...
Nostalgia in the corner pocket
My longtime friend and onetime eight-ball opponent, Ron Bland of Bagdad, asked the other day what's happened to all the poolroo...
Let's remember the cost of freedom
Here they were in my hands, the most dangerous days of Dallas Jacobs' 91 years, scribbled in pencil on unlined paper in what he...
Drawing the line
You may want to keep a Kentucky map handy for this one, folks.
Signs of spring
About this time each year—when the suddenly soft breezes stir among wildflowers and new grasses—Anthony Trammell's...
Heifer with a heart
Someone could write a wonderful children's book about "Miss Helen, the blind cow." All I can do is tell you about her heart. On...
Returned with regrets
When I recently crossed paths with Carol Ann Hunter, who I'd not seen in years, she mentioned that she still has her pennies.
Writer preserves valuable memories of a way of life
Your best gift may be to listen
Social networking 1925
A pocketful of hope becomes life full of devotion for Spencer County couple
Room to Grow
Back-to-school blue jeans easy to laugh about now
The engine that could
Volunteer railroaders recount glory days of steam engine no. 152
Dirt is good for the soul
Honoring Mom with some dusty, but deeply fond memories
Abundance of snakes on Bolthouse Ridge Road apparently no folklore