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Opinion

  • As LaRue Countians prepare for the annual Relay for Life event scheduled for May 15 at Hodgenville Elementary School, the local Relay for Life County Committee is focusing on local survivor stories. This is the fifth of eight stories. Roy Viers is your typical LaRue County farmer in one sense. On the family’s 200 acres off Fork Road, he and his brother Clyde are planning on planting their annual crops of tobacco and corn. They milk about 50 Holstein cows and work from sun up to sun down.  But in another sense, Roy is not your usual farmer.

  • As LaRue Countians prepare for the annual Relay for Life event scheduled for May 15 at Hodgenville Elementary School, the local Relay for Life County Committee is focusing on local survivor stories. This is the sixth of eight stories.

    Diane Akridge is a breast cancer survivor. Her husband Al is a colon cancer survivor.

    Here are their stories:

    Al: When you are told you have cancer, it comes as a shock, why me?

  • As LaRue Countians prepare for the annual Relay for Life event scheduled for May 15 at Hodgenville Elementary School, the local Relay for Life County Committee is focusing on local survivor stories. This is the fourth of eight stories.

    When you look at him now standing tall with his ever-present grin, it is hard to believe that 29 year old Clint Williams was once a sick little boy. But it’s been 20 years since Williams was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma as a toe-headed 9-year-old.

  • As LaRue Countians prepare for the annual Relay for Life event scheduled for May 15 at Hodgenville Elementary School, the local Relay for Life County Committee is focusing on local survivor stories. This is the second of eight stories.

    Whether you know him as the guy who pumps your gas at the local service station or as the man who is quick with a joke or innocent prank, Jimmy Rogers is living proof that we can all fight back when it comes to cancer.

  • A few of his cousins call him as Charles Ray. To his daughters, he is Daddy and to his six grandchildren and great-grandchildren he is Papaw. And almost everyone knows him as “Red” Hazle, but very few know him as a cancer survivor.

  • As LaRue Countians prepare for the annual Relay for Life Event scheduled for May 15 at Hodgenville Elementary School, the local Relay for Life County Committee is focusing on local survivor stories. This is the seventh of eight stories.

    Cancer knows no age. Just ask fourth-grader Misty Vittitoe.

  • I’m not a person that is interested in politics so I usually don’t know much about what’s going on until Dennis informs me. Most of the time I pretend to listen and shake my head at appropriate times and pray he’s almost done. But once in a while he tells me something that sends me into a tizzy.

  • Study validates importance of Main Street to small communities

    Small communities benefit most from being part of the national Main Street organization, according to a study by the Journal of the American Planning Association. The study also cites the value of volunteers, investing in the community that is “serious work that is seriously fun.” This study illustrates with great factual basis a lot of things which people working for and as part of Main Street have long believed to be true.

    The following material is quoted from a press release in entirety.

  • A lady called our office last week hoping to persuade one of us to “share” one of the new Lincoln bicentennial pennies with her. While we were sympathetic that she has not been able to find one, we weren’t about to mail one of the keepsakes to a perfect stranger.

    It’s not like the pennies have been showing up in pocket change.

  • When I was a kid, my dad brought in a new pup. It was a Boston terrier – a tiny black and white monstrosity with a mashed face, bugged eyes – one blue and one brown – and bad attitude.

    He named it Samson and he loved it dearly.

    It was supposed to be my dog but Samson and I had a difference of opinion early in the relationship and I never cared much for him after that.

    Samson was the worst dog that could have landed on a small farm. He refused to stay home, wouldn’t listen and tormented the other animals.

  • Remember when it was exciting to get mail with your name on it. As a child, it was like Christmas morning in the mailbox. But the thrill of seeing your name on an envelope loses its excitement with maturity and the arrival of bills.

    In this period of economic hardship, news of corporate restructuring, downsizing and a general woe-is-us attitude, the U.S. Postal Service has lined up behind the banks and carmakers in approaching Congress for support.

  • Game: A contest governed by set rules, entered into for amusement.

    When I was a kid, which I admit was a long time ago, sports were great. The neighborhood kids would gather in the abandoned field next door and play baseball, football or any other game we could think of. It was innocent and fun. Sports are great for our children. They gain pride, self-esteem, team spirit and they strive for good grades so they can remain on the team. The benefits are tremendous, but, the saying, “You’ve come a long way baby” is painfully true.

  • He’s been called the most listened to man in America. Paul Harvey’s unique delivery, style and story-telling skill set him apart in broadcasting.

    After paying his dues and impressing his bosses and audiences in St. Louis and Chicago, Harvey got a crack at a national audience. For more than 50 years, his news and comments broadcasts entertained and informed America.

  • Being an animal lover, particularly cats, has been full of ups and downs. And not from the cats.

    I’ve been called “Crazy Cat Lady,” “Cat Woman” and even “The Cat Whisperer.” (I secretly like that one). I’ve seen Dr. Berry look at me askance when I answer his questions in my “Buu voice” or make impertinent comments on Buu’s behalf. The thermometer remarks were not too welcome.

  • I met Hubert Wright in 2002. He was sitting in the Hodgenville Service Center, spinning yarns and cracking jokes worthy of the late humorist Jerry Clower.

    When I learned he was a beekeeper, I asked to write a story about him. During that interview at his home in Magnolia, he told me about his heart.

    Hubert had a series of heart attacks in 1986. His cardiac muscle was nearly destroyed. His only chance at survival was for a heart transplant.

  • It is said that Robert Dale Owen, a social reformer and Indiana representative, cornered President Abraham Lincoln in November 1862 and read to him a long manuscript on spiritualism.

    Lincoln is said to have listened patiently and responded: "Well, for those who like that sort of thing, I should think it is just about the sort of thing they would like." (Anthony Gross, Lincoln’s Own Stories, 1902)

  • A few days ago, I spotted 18 utility trucks, some Nolin RECC and others I didn’t recognize, on Lincoln Parkway. I knew where they were headed – to some of the hardest hit areas of LaRue County with the recent ice storm.

    Having not had electricity for 11 days, I know how frustrating it is to flip a switch and the light not come on, turn a faucet and not have hot water or not feel the warmth of a heat pump. I can imagine the frustration of those without power for two weeks or more.

  • A killer once stalked me almost snuffing out my young life.

    The deadly force didn’t lurk around corners, sneaking quick peeks or huddle outside the shrubs in front of my house – watching, waiting.

    This frightening phantom was hiding inside my chest, little by little, growing over many years.

    It was coronary heart disease.

    The dreaded slayer takes more lives than any other disease in the U.S. and it had my number.

  • A killer once stalked me almost snuffing out my young life.

    The deadly force didn’t lurk around corners, sneaking quick peeks or huddle outside the shrubs in front of my house – watching, waiting.

    This frightening phantom was hiding inside my chest, little by little, growing over many years.

    It was coronary heart disease.

    The dreaded slayer takes more lives than any other disease in the U.S. and it had my number.

  • A killer once stalked me almost snuffing out my young life.

    The deadly force didn’t lurk around corners, sneaking quick peeks or huddle outside the shrubs in front of my house – watching, waiting.

    This frightening phantom was hiding inside my chest, little by little, growing over many years.

    It was coronary heart disease.

    The dreaded slayer takes more lives than any other disease in the U.S. and it had my number.