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Opinion

  • Despite being covered in bright, white lights, the Christmas tree sat for several days in my living room naked!

    I walked around it, moved it to one side, and even carried the ornaments up from the basement but it sat there until I couldn’t take it anymore and I stayed up past midnight last week hanging the ornaments so it would be finished.

  • Five furry faces peered between the wires of the cold, metal cage.

    A nice smelling woman approached the two cages and bent down to poke her fingers inside where they were met with sloppy licks and appreciative tail wags.

    “They’re really cute, but I just can’t take one home,” the woman said.

    As people entered Tractor Supply in Williamstown on Dec. 5, they greeted the sweet puppies and when those people exited the store, they stopped and wished the puppies well.

  • Having a child allows you sometimes to relive your own experiences.

    You start to remember early Christmases, the Halloween costumes and not having a care in the world other than why you can’t eat candy for dinner and why you have to go to bed so early.

    Recently, I got to witness my 2-year-old son have several new experiences during our first family vacation to Florida.

    It was a short three-day trip to the home of my wife’s best friend just outside of Orlando.

    The first nausea-inducing hurdle was getting to the Sunshine State.

  • I was lucky enough to travel to Cincinnati with Mason-Corinth Elementary’s fifth grade classes last week.

    They were going to Great American Ballpark for an educational program provided by the Reds and it sounded like a fun way to see Grant County’s students outside of the classroom.

  • When I was a lad, the children’s warden read stories to me about the country mouse and the city mouse and lots of other little mice that were good little mice. Saturday morning cartoons showed how big bad cats harassed the good little mice.

  • The biggest project that we undertake each year is the Guide to Grant County and we’ve already started on the guide for 2010.

    This yearly publication is a listing of all elected officials, agencies, organizations, groups, churches, etc.

    You may have already received a call from us asking for you to update your information. If you have not, please don’t wait for us to call you, give us a call at 859-824-3343 or by email at jbakernantz@grantky.com and let us know if the contact names and numbers for your group have changed during the last year.

  • Nine young men filed quietly into the Williamstown City Council meeting on Nov. 2.

    They took their seats and focused intently on the people seated behind the raised, wooden platform.

    Several of the boys’ parents also came to the meeting and sat a few rows behind their children.

    The group, Cub Scout Pack 318, lead by Roy Osborne, were working on their Citizenship Patch. To earn it, they came and spent some time learning how their government works.

    The meeting opened, as it always does with the Pledge of Allegiance, followed by the business at hand.

  • In the Oct. 26 issue of Sports Illustrated, Penn State head football coach Joe Paterno recalls a conversation he had with his son, telling Jay that the day he had children, Joe would have his revenge.

    Describing how Jay would realize that his happiness would be determined by the happiness of his children, he said:

  • Mary Michael Kells, Sue O’Conner and Charlene Rogers were the driving force behind the most prestigious fundraising event to ever take place in Grant County.

    The three “First Ladies of Fine Dining” spearheaded the Feed The People Charity Dinner held last Friday in the beautiful, brick dinning room at the former Forum Restaurant in downtown Williamstown.

  • It’s funny how things change as you get older.

    When I was younger I was the biggest scaredy cat you’ve ever seen.

    I was not particularly fond of the dark and I hated fright flicks.

    I can remember watching “Friday the 13th” for the first time with half of an eye open, covered by my shaking hands.

    Even though I only got through about half of the movie, I had nightmares for weeks, maybe months.

    When my Cub Scout troop went to a haunted house, we all were excited.

    It would be a terrifying, but nonetheless fun time.

  • My husband Bud can’t distinguish black from navy.

    Every Sunday morning before church, he asks me whether his suit jacket matches his pants. Since my eyes are nearly as bad as his, I have him take the ensemble to the sun porch where the light is better.

    I’ll spend several minutes trying to figure out whether the navy is actually dark blue or faded black. And if both the pants and the jacket are navy, are they the same navy?

    Finally, Sunday, I gave up and shared one of my grandmother Vada’s tidbits of wisdom with him.

  • The Kentucky League of Cities and the Kentucky Association of Counties, among other organizations, have been in the media quite a bit lately because of perks paid to their leaders, lax oversight by their board members, and an otherwise insensitive attitude toward the taxpayers who pay for it all.

  • Did you know that Grant County’s Chapter of the American Red Cross needs volunteers?

    Did you know that Horse Heritage Days had nearly as many teams as the Kentucky State Fair?

    Did you know who died in our community last week or who was arrested for breaking the law this week?

    Did you know which students were named star students and who got married or celebrated an anniversary or the birth of a new baby?

  • If you see me driving around Grant County, there is a 95 percent chance I’m singing in my car.

    If you see me leaving the Grant County News office, there’s probably a 75 percent chance I’m whistling a song that’s stuck in my head.

    But there is always a 100 percent chance that I’ve always got music on my mind.

    Music is something that I am passionate about. I love getting the chance to hear new music. It’s not that I’m just hearing a new song, but I get someone else’s perspective on life.

  • The date has been set for the last “Feed the People” charity dinner. I’ll refresh your memory as to what has happened so far.

    The Free Kitchen, located in downtown Dry Ridge and easily recognizable by the FREE LUNCH sign on the sidewalk, feeds our community’s hungry every weekday from 11 a.m. to 12:30 p.m.

    It is a simple process. Anyone needing a meal goes inside and immediately begins filling their tray. There are no questions, forms or strings attached.

  • Being a first-time parent has been a learning experience throughout my son’s first two years of his young life.

    From thinking he was never going to crawl to trying feverishly to catch up to him as he ran around the house, it’s been amazing seeing how he has grown.

    Nothing puts a brighter smile on my face then coming home from working and hearing those precious two words, “Hi, daddy!”

    On the other side, I sure all parents know that not every moment of your child’s life is bliss.

    Sometimes, you get frustrated.

  • Last week, I was in the guidance counselor’s office at Grant County High School listening to Jodi Mulligan and Amy Caudill talk about Mulligan’s recent home renovations.

    After a while, I asked, “Is this what adults talk about?”

    Because I’m 24 years old, lived in my apartment for about a year and haven’t done anything to decorate.

    I mean, I have bills, work 50 hours a week and have to cook and clean for myself, but I never thought about “growing up.”

  • How interesting…  When I was young, to hear a speech by the President of the United States was a good thing.  And, because I was and am an American; to listen to the President was a given.  He is, after all, the elected leader of our country, indeed the embodiment of our country.

    However, apparently my views are old, antiquated and, well in some views, apparently un-American.

  • Just when the weight of the world nearly embeds me into the suffocating depths of dust, something comes along and gives me strength to stand up again.

    Into my office comes Kayla Eversole.

    I met Kayla earlier in the summer. This young lady was with her mother, or possibly young grandmother, at the front desk. I initiated a conversation. Usually these conversations begin with me saying something like, “Hey, why aren’t you in school?”

  • The restless night of sleep the night before.

    The nervous butterflies in my stomach.

    The dread of getting up before the sun.

    No matter what year it was, those feelings always seemed to go through me when it was time to go back to school.

    I did not hate school.

    In fact, I liked it quite a bit.

    I think it was that sense of the unknown, not knowing what the teachers would be like, who would be in your classes and if you would survive another year.