Columns

I have escaped a scourge of Valentine’s Day that I had feared might stain my life.

No one in my family received a “tattoo Valentine,” and I am forever grateful that their precious hides were spared.

Now, I know those boxes I saw among the kids’ cards at a couple of stores this past weekend didn’t include needles and ink, but they did carry with them, I fear, an impression on delicate minds that was equally dangerous and potentially damaging.

Maybe you were watching the Super Bowl on Sunday with a heartfelt interest in whether the Giants or the Patriots won in what became a sensational and scintillating scenario.
Maybe you, like most of the tens of millions who watched, were more interested in the overpriced and overdeveloped – and sometimes overly stupid – commercials that have become so famous.

With the Republican presidential primaries in full swing and the annual “State of the Union” address this week, some of you might have been expecting a column focusing on political matters.  However, at least for this week, I am going to employ the rule that my mother always told me and that I’m guessing most of your mothers told you: If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all. 

So, while I’m sure I won’t be able to remain silent until November, today I’ll go a different direction.

Random ravings while wondering why Richie Farmer had more laptops in one year than our entire newspaper staff has had this decade….

Gatewood Galbraith today probably is entering the great governor’s race in the sky, bringing his folksy charm and unusual but not ill-formed ideas to that great debate.

Whether you thought Galbraith a lion or a loon, you have to admit he brought some luminance to Kentucky’s political world, which typically has all the color of a corpse.