• This election is just like all the others

    I’m just now starting to get interested in the presidential campaign. I realize I’m off to a late start, but cut me some slack. In the past three months, I started a new job, moved and spent two weeks out of the country. I’ve been a bit preoccupied.Now, however, Associated Press reports and CNN are starting to pique my interest. Part of me misses the days when I didn’t pay attention. To no one’s great surprise, this election is politics as usual.

  • Finding the unexpected behind a veil of mystery

    Their exteriors are often visible from the off highway, usually tucked away on the outskirts of town, and in many cases, they’re lifelines, keeping the dust at bay with the promise of gainful employment. They are factories, of all different shapes and sizes, that produce many of the things that keep the world turning — not literally. obviously, but without them, we would live in a much different society. When most think of the industrial revolution, dreary factories with smoke stacks looming in the foreground manufacturing a backdrop of darkened skies come to mind.

  • Sad news: My kids may not be mine after all

    I learned a shocking bit of news last week. My kids may not be mine after all. I still love them and this won’t change a thing in how they are raised, but it is a bit deflating.

    By the way, Donna, my wife, has never cheated on me. The kids aren’t another man’s, either. Best I can figure, they’re aliens.

  • Lesson from being an underdog: Do unto others

    Very likely each of us has been an underdog at some point in life.

    Maybe as youngsters we were considered too short, too tall, too heavy, too slim, or played on a sports team that had significant trouble scoring or winning enough games; or one’s residence didn’t measure up to some criteria. Whateveree.

    Such experiences are very challenging to one’s sense of self-worth. Happily many of us rise above it and become emotionally healthy adults. Hopefully we also learn important life lessons from the experience.

  • Congress is full of hot air and no work

    The Congress of the United States is without a doubt, to use one of the vice president’s favorite phrases, the most incompetent, inept, cowardly and corrupt legislative body on the world stage.

  • Political potpourri to warm a dreary day

    Looking out from the second-floor window to a wet and chilly W. Stephen Foster Avenue below, how about a plate of federal and state political potpourri?

  • It's time for Hillary to admit it's over

    Humor me while we conduct a little thought experiment. Imagine that Barack Obama had lost 10 contests in a row. Imagine that he now trailed Hillary Clinton substantially in the number of Democratic primaries and caucuses won, in total votes cast, in pledged convention delegates, in the overall delegate count, in fundraising and in the ineffable attribute called mojo. Imagine that Obama was struggling, at this late hour, to come up with the right message. What would the conventional wisdom say?

  • City's help cleaning up storm debris appreciated

    A few weeks back the wind whipped through Nelson County causing damage throughout the area.

    It wasn’t the week the tornadoes touched down in several county spots, but rather the week before when wind and rain came into our county with a fury.

  • Sometimes solace can be found in unlikely places

    Growing up, a little “mom and pop” restaurant was a favorite among locals in my hometown.

    The greasy spoon — Tom Pig’s — attracted construction workers on lunch breaks, families on a budget and local government officials wanting to rub elbows with Average Joes while getting a good bite of food in a down-home atmosphere.

    Located off the main drag downtown, the restaurant was my mother’s favorite place for breakfast — a place she dragged me to often as a kid.

  • Museums bring the world's gems close to home

    There is this picture of me when I was younger near or on top of (or both) a giant bear. It was a bronze sculpture. I had white pants with colorful stripes running down them and a brightly colored shirt (blue or yellow). I can’t remember where the picture was taken, and that’s not really the important part. The important part is that it reminds me of some of my first excursions to museums.