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Columns

  • Truitt: Please, no White House invitations for us

    When my sisters and I were growing up, my mom saw only two possible life paths for us. We were either going to be bank robbers or achieve something significant that would get us invited to the White House. There was no average life on the agenda for me. I was going to jail or having dinner with the President. (Note: In those days, moms hadn’t yet learned to say to their little girls, “Someday you could be President.” The pinnacle of a girl’s achievement was simply being invited to dinner with him.)

  • Mueller: Learning that you can’t change the weather

    There’s a mountain in the heart of Kauai in the Hawaiian Islands that is one of the wettest places on the earth. It almost never stops raining. It’s absolutely beautiful in the surrounding areas, but can you imagine what it would be like if that’s all there was, weather-wise? Try telling a ski enthusiast that snow is bad or a windsurfer that we can do without wind. It’s all necessary and it’s all perfect in its own way.

  • Mueller: Don’t be a jerk and learning to ignore them

    How many times in any given day do you meet a jerk? Some people seem to go out of their way to be difficult, demanding, conflict-oriented, hostile or even obnoxious. How many seem to be such poor listeners that you wonder if you’re being heard at all? Some individuals even get a thrill out of threatening people with frivolous lawsuits.

  • TV not always worth the prize

    When I was a little kid I got to be on TV. I think the show was called Peggy’s Place or maybe Debbie’s World. I was only five, so I can’t be expected to remember everything, but here is what I do remember: my mom and aunt took me, my little sister and my cousin to the taping. We sat in the bleachers with a bunch of other kids and were promised a “fabulous prize” if we did what we were told.

  • Mueller: The agony and the ecstasy of life

    Through the years I have visited many patients in hospitals. Often I have asked a patient the question, “Since you have been sick, what have people said to you?” And frequently I get one of three answers:

    1. The patient is told that there is something in his or her life which is displeasing to God. “In some way you have broken God’s law, and now, through this illness, God is telling you something.”

  • Session winds down in Frankfort

    April 14, the Senate and House began the last two legislative days. During the veto period which was April 1 through April 11, the capitol remained relatively quiet. I have been working on finalizing the Road Plan, which funds projects for the next two years for our roads and bridges.

  • Earley: Jesus’ Resurrection is a sign of hope

    When Nikita Khrushchev died, a humorous story circulated in political circles. The Communist party had cast Mr. Khrushchev aside and was uncomfortable about burying his body on Soviet soil. So they called President Richard Nixon, but President Nixon had his own problems at the time and declined. Then the Soviet leaders tried Golda Meir, Prime Minister of Israel. She was agreeable but added, “I must warn you that this country has the world’s highest resurrection rate.”

  • Spending a day observing Oldham County courts

    In trying to fully understand how the various branches of Oldham County government function, I’ve gone to court; specifically Oldham County Circuit Court.

    During my first visit, there were two lawyers, Judge Karen Conrad and me. The lawyers sat and discussed motions, subpoenas, “special masters” and various legal issues in voices both calm and passionate. The judge asked thoughtful questions and made some decisions over the course of about an hour. The whole process reminded me of a chess match.

  • Acts of Service

    Have you ever asked yourself how come the world, with all its complex structures, hasn’t collapsed? It is a miracle that this unimaginably complex system goes on without plunging into total chaos.

  • Truitt: Reliving my teenage dreams of Ricky Schroder

    Recently, I was perusing my junior high yearbooks when I found the following inscription from 1983: “Gingeretta, you’d make a gorgeous model, ya know. I think Ricky Schroder doesn’t know what he’s been missing! Someday, when you’re a rich, famous model, and I’m a rich, famous writer, I’ll call you and say, ‘Come on up to my penthouse for some champagne!’ Have a smashing summer!!! Luv, Jo”