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Opinion

  •  There continues to be a very public and acrimonious spat between the management of Shelby Energy and some of its customers.

  • After months of decision-making and planning, the Shelby County School Board got it right with the way it handled the dedication of the new Mike Casey Gymnasium.

    Such events are christenings, bottle-breaking sorts of affairs. Often the dignitaries are unfamiliar to those attending and thus unimportant in the scheme of things.

  • To our newly elected leaders:

    Congratulations on assuming your new responsibilities of working for one of the most important bosses of your life: your neighbors.

  • We have seen in recent weeks some small streaks of light shining through what has been recently a troubling veneer of opacity generated by Shelby Energy Cooperative.

    We have listened and watched during these past months as members of the cooperative have raised a lengthy list of questions that sometimes have gone unanswered, sometimes drawn incomplete responses and, in almost every occasion, taken long periods of time to receive.

  • We think it’s a wonderful thing that the folks at Centenary United Methodist Church want to do for Duanne Puckett – again.

    They are raising money to buy her a new van, and we don’t think anyone deserves the assistance more than Ms. Puckett, because in her story is inspiration for all of us.

  • We were glad to see that real estate professionals Larry Rogers and Donald Hamilton have stepped forward to purchase at foreclosure the former Bluegrass Bowling Center.

    We’re pleased that this valuable piece of property is in the hands of men who have been dedicated to the development of Shelby County.

    But they – and all of us – need your help.

  • One of my favorite movies is the 1969 Western comedy, Support Your Local Sheriff, starring James Garner (as a wise-cracking, quick-drawing sheriff), Harry Morgan, Walter Brennan and Jack Elam (in a show-stealing role as a stable-hand turned deputy).

  • Asked to write a composition entitled, "What I'm thankful for on Thanksgiving," 7-year-old Timmy wrote, "I’m thankful that I’m not a turkey!"

    Maybe this Thanksgiving you feel like that little boy – that the only thing you can think of for which to be thankful is that you’re not a turkey. Perhaps your life isn’t going like you had hoped it would.

  • We were surprised to learn last week – as were members of the Shelbyville City Council, apparently – that the Shelbyville Police Department had decided to do the right thing: eliminate target practice from its shooting range off Kentucky Street.

    This range became an issue in October 2009 because of concerns raised by a former sergeant about officers’ firing live ammunition in the vicinity – a few hundred yards – of two elementary schools and aimed in the direction of one of th

  •  There is something unique and almost mystical about the transformation this week of places we clutch to our bosoms for their warmth, comfort and familiarity.

    Maybe it’s our home or the place where our parents live or have lived. Maybe it’s a sibling’s apartment, a friend’s condo or the old maple dining table at your grandparents’ house.

  • The suggestions have been arriving for weeks now, and we think it’s time for action.

    The topic is the new intersection at U.S. 60 and KY 55 that was designed and constructed to accommodate its connection with Freedom’s Way, Shelbyville’s new bypass.

  • Sentinel-News Editor Steve Doyle set out to drive on the new Shelbyville Bypass as soon as it opened Wednesday afternoon. This is what he saw.  

    The call said the bypass was open. After all these months and all these delays, that information had to be verified. After all, we have been fooled a time or two, hadn’t we?

  • The photograph showed up on a Facebook page the other day, posted by a family friend who was celebrating a significant event: atop a dead deer stood a 2-year-old boy. We mention this only because the conqueror was younger than his prize.

    Soon we may see a family album with an infant holding antlers, because at this time of the year, such trophy shots are almost as numerous as the number of deer we spot while driving along.

  • There is a family today that is wondering if death wouldn’t be a relief for the pain they feel.

    They have raised since birth a 3-year-old boy, called him their son, given him a name, provided him a home, fed him, doctored him, taught him and – above all else – loved him with every corpuscle of their being.

    This little boy was not born to their family, yet they made it so he would never feel that he wasn’t.

  • Across this globe and across this county, men and women have gone to war to defend our freedom, our rights and our way of life.

    They have chosen to serve, accepted their duty and risked their lives for the benefit of all of us.

    And, as another Veterans Day approaches, we can’t as a people underestimate the decisions of those citizens and their positive impacts on our world.

  • There is a perfect costume for this Halloween, and it has nothing to do with politics, movies or the sprite-of-the-moment spiffery.

    This Sunday, simply slip into a pair of striped pajamas – broad, horizontal, black-and-white stripes, preferably – and go ring a doorbell for trick or treat.

    You not only will be dressing the part of a Scofflaw, but you will be playing it, too.

  • On Tuesday, Americans will once again go to the polls to choose those who will lead us. This is both a great privilege and a great responsibility – and something that all citizens should take seriously.

    Some pundits are calling this “the most important election of our time” – which as I recall was the same thing they said in 2008, 2006, 2004 and almost every other election in my lifetime.

  • We can pull out a familiar old term from the unabridged dictionary of our minds this week and reintroduce it to our daily vernacular after an, oh, 35-year absence.

    This etymological re-entry will become official Friday night at Collins High School Stadium, where cross-town rival – yes, that’s the word – Shelby County comes a-calling, as Cawood used to say.

    Rivalry.

  • I have an elderly aunt who not long ago confided something very important to me.

    “I like what you write,” she said, “except I don’t care much about sports.”

    Well, Carroll, I have to apologize, but sometimes my roots in the dirt of diamonds, the creaky basketball courts and the trees, sand and water of golf courses sometimes fight their way past the topsoil of today’s world and push fresh shoots that must be nourished with a few organic sentences from the compost pile within me.

  • We have but days remaining until Election Day, and we’re sure the candidates will be almost as glad as we are when the votes are counted.

    We have to say almost because those who fail to capture the most votes certainly won’t be pleased that the race is finished.

    But we do believe they would admit they need a few moments to sit back and relax, that they are as tired as they can be.