Opinion

I want to let the community know what really went on with the closing of Diagnostic Imaging Shelbyville.
First of all, I would like you to know that I was employed by Jewish Hospital Shelbyville full time from approximately August 1994 to November 2006 and am very proud of that.
My last position there was in the Radiology Department as radiology clerk/dark room assistant. I took pride in my job and made sure that all avenues were taken to make sure that the patients were treated in a manner in which I would want to be treated.

As we set forth on the second decade of the second millennium, Shelby County, nearly two decades into its second century, has a significant opportunity to carve important steps in the path to its future.
These won’t be huge leaps that cover a lot of ground, but these will be important baby steps on a determined and ineffable course that must be developed if Shelby County is to be all it can by  2092 or 2052 or even 2012.

The perfect gift from Santa Claus for me this year would be a box full of names of students are taking advantage of every resource so they can be successful in school. Students who typically make headlines are those who excel on test scores or in class as well as extracurricular activities. Their hard work throughout their academic career pays off consistently and they deserve those accolades.

Here we are, the 52nd week of the year, a lost week, as I see it. Nothing gets done, no one is around, and we are left with an unseemly and neck-snapping transformation from the Most Wonderful Week of the Year to what I consider The Most Awful.
Don’t agree?  I present my case. Here is a countdown of 52 reasons why I hate the 52nd week of the year:
52. Doesn’t it seem as if you’re the only person/company/group working while everyone else is off?

Jolly Old St. Nicholas, lend your ear this way. But don’t be afraid to tell everyone what we’re going to say.
Christmas Eve is coming soon, now you Dear Old Man, we’ll whisper what you’ll bring to we. Please help us if you can.
Our requests won’t add weight to your million-ton bag or create much drag on your supersonic sleigh. In fact, we think to do so would be sad.
As for us our little heads aren’t very bright.
But we’ll tell you please, dear Santa Claus, what we think is right.

The little girl regarded the question from the corpulent man in a bright red suit. Her dark, almond eyes were caught somewhere between enamor and fear but dead-on serious. There was no smile, but no tears, either.

We must in the sense of fairness today congratulate those who did the work, made the decision and, ultimately, took down the final barriers to open the Shelbyville Bypass.

We have catcalled, cajoled and even cried a bit these past few years as the bypass construction moved a long at a pace that was both insensitive to local residents and insulting to taxpayers in general,

But now the road is open, and all is right in the world.

The report last week by the U.S Surgeon General about the even more damaging effects of smoking – that brief exposures to even second-hand smoke can cause immediate and significant problems for your body – should light a fire under discussions in Shelby County about creating a smoking policy for restaurants.

Tuesday of this week marked the 69th anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Indeed, Dec. 7, 1941 has become, just as President Roosevelt proclaimed, “a date which will live in infamy.” Other dates and events are embedded into the fabric of our country as well: July 4, 1776. Nov. 22, 1963 (when JFK was assassinated). Jan. 28, 1986 (the day the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded). Sept. 11,2001.