By Margie Bradford
I received a phone call recently from one of my nearest and dearest relatives. She was in a state of high dudgeon about the possibility of getting Ebola from a stranger exiting an airplane from Africa. She had called her congressman, and urged the stopping of all flights from there forthwith.
I reminded her that if she wanted to worry about that, then she should also worry about being eaten by a polar bear, as the possibility of one was as likely as the other here in Central Kentucky.