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Columns

  • Earley: Do you have beautiful feet?

    Did you hear about the guy born with two left feet? He went out one day to buy some Flip Flips. I challenge you to go find a funny story about feet. I only found a few and they were not appropriate for a religion column. Perhaps foot humor is hard to find because all we have to do is look at our own feet and that is all the humor we can stand dealing with feet. I think my feet are hilarious with all the strange toe nails, odd skin formations and things toe nails collect. My kids just think they are gross. They say they don’t feel so good when they look at my feet.

  • There are different kinds of Republicans in Kentucky

    When last I wrote, I was discussing the shallowness of the candidate pool for county offices in Oldham County. Since that time, the filing deadline has come and gone, and I’m happy to report that several more folks have stepped up to contend for county office in Oldham County. There are even a couple of Democrats in the mix. You can find the complete list of all the candidates for office at the Oldham County Clerks web site: http://oldhamcountyclerkky.com/. As I said, choice is good.

    Now, let’s talk about the consequences of choice.

  • Setting high standards

    Several years ago I was giving a talk to a group of high school students about the real meaning of success and about the most important choices we make in life. I urged them to look for the good, especially within themselves, to make good choices, to set high standards and to always give their very best.

  • Groundhog Day food

    Yes, I love the Bill Murray Groundhog Day movie. I am always interested in Groundhog Day. First because it is my birthday and second I want the little weather guy to give us some good news, like early spring. He did see his shadow and predicted six more weeks of winter. With the hard winter we are having who wants to hear about six more weeks of this kind of weather? How about a recipe for roasted groundhog?

  • Truitt: Fed up with the constant winter weather

    Two months ago, I was whooping and hollering with excitement. “Snow! I love snow! Bring on the snow!!”

    I’m not an outdoors person, but on the first two days of subzero temps, I spent more time outside than I have the last twelve summers combined. I was making snow angels and digging through drifts just for fun. I took a broom and eagerly brushed the light, fluffy snow from our vehicles, laughing gaily when a mound blew from atop hubby’s truck and landed squarely on my head. The air was still, the landscape pristine, and my heart was at peace.

  • Weather doesn’t delay work in State Senate

    Despite the rough weather conditions, the Senate convened this week and worked on a variety of legislation. I hope you are managing the weather safely and have avoided problems.

  • Valentine’s Day: A Celebration of Love

    A wife woke up one morning and said, “Honey, I just had a dream that you bought me a new gold necklace. What do you think it means?”

    “I don’t know, but Valentine’s Day is coming soon. Friday, you’ll know,” he replied.

    A few nights later, she again woke up after having a dream, “This time, I dreamed you gave me a pearl necklace. What do you think it means?”

    “You’ll know Friday,” he replied. Another dream about a pearl necklace elicited the same response.

  • State contest proves Era is worth it

    Each year, the Kentucky Press Association (KPA) hosts a statewide contest, Excellence in Kentucky Newspapers, among newspapers that awards reporters, editors, photographers and advertising designers in several categories. Newspapers are grouped by size into different divisions, then each entry is judged by out-of-state professionals who name the winners.

  • The gentle art of caring

    My growing up in first and second grade was done in a small Midwestern town – Decatur, Ill. As I think back, it seems to me we kids had the modern psychologists figured out before our time.

  • Truitt: Finally out of my annual holiday fog

    During the holidays, I begin to lose any semblance of control over my life. Late night chats with Santa’s elves cause me to lose sleep. Cheeseballs and egg nog cause me to gain weight (15 pounds this year). And for some inexplicable reason, between Thanksgiving and Christmas I steadily lose the mental capacity to accomplish even the most basic household tasks. It’s like I’m on Santa’s naughty list, and instead of putting coal in my stocking, he chooses to sabotage my life.