There has been much debate lately on the fate of the Green River Catfish Festival. As with all good things, they either have to have a plan for future (Ford, Wal-Mart) or die off (Pontiac, TWA).
Men and women don’t communicate well with each other. Well duh. Who doesn’t know that? Sometimes both of them don’t.A woman may say to her husband out-of-the-blue, “They went to Bowling Green last night and bought a second hand table.”
There is a saying in the sports world: The great ones play hurt. It is a reference to the athletes who stay in the game despite personal injury.
In June of this year, Americans were met with the news that The Supreme Court of the United States had “legislated” from the bench again. Their 5-4 ruling was that section three of the Defense of Marriage Act was “unconstitutional”.
There is a group taking Facebook by storm. Bryan Locke started the group called you Know You’re From Morgantown, KY if you remember… However, the group is not limited to memories of Morgantown. I messaged Bryan and got some great information.
At last week's meeting of the Morgantown City Council, Mayor Linda Keown, as well as various members of the Council, rightly called the 2013 Green River Catfish Festival a success despite the havoc caused by four days of rain.
Lazy summer days come to a screeching halt when the school calendar announces, “First day for students.” Butler County Schools’ 2013-14 calendar shows August 8th as the first day for students. So, many parents have begun to think about this deadline.
There are many appropriate ways one can interpret and apply the classic biblical story of "The Good Samaritan." Many story lines can be found and a good dose of empathy can allow the story to be studied and understood from multiple perspectives.
My cat, Colleen, is probably in the last months of her life. She is nearly sixteen years old, and this summer I’ve noticed a marked difference in the way she gets around. It’s harder for her to get up once she has been lying down for a while, and she can barely manage the two steps that lead up
Growing up as a young boy in the farmland of Michigan I am no stranger to the outdoor world. Many times have I heard the crunch of snow under my boots during the frigid winters or felt sweat stinging my eyes while baling hay beneath the hot August sun.