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Opinion

  • Way to go, Triple S Planning Commission. You received your first challenge from what will be explosive growth around Simpsonville, and you did the right thing.

    You didn’t allow Bob Evans Restaurant to change the rules on building standards and to undermine the standards for quality of the area before any business ever opened.

  • Once again, I find myself awash with incredulity at the selective bias on display in one of Chuck Souder’s latest exposes (“God is pro-life and pro-choice,” Jan. 29). Mr. Souder states emphatically that, “Of course, God is against abortion. No one could read the bible objectively and conclude otherwise.” He then goes on to reassure readers that, “God is absolutely, 100 percent pro-life!”

  • We received the Greater Louisville Yellow Book for 2014 recently. It was noticeably smaller than the 2013 edition. The print seemed the same size. The Yellow Pages were down to 687 pages from 1.137 in 2013…..a 40 percent drop. The white page, were down to 263 pages from 366 in 2013….a 28 percent drop.

    I’m not sure I know what this means. My first thought was that this many businesses ceased to exist. Then I thought, no, there would have to be a few new ones during that period, so the news is even worse.

  • We read with great interest the opinion piece in last week's paper regarding Family Court Judge John David Myles (“Judging a judge,” My Word, Feb. 12). The portrayal of Judge Myles could not be further from our experience with him and his court.

    Judge Myles was always prepared, professional and fair to all who appeared before him. He is a passionate advocate for children, education and families. Add to that a loyal friend, devoted husband and hard worker.

  • We hear and read something every day what a 1920s song had to say about the distribution of wealth: “The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.”

    There’s another one from that era with a lyric that says “It ain’t necessarily so.”

    I remember a quote from Lee Nor Mack, a former city council member at the ribbon cutting of the housing project in West Shelbyville. Someone said to Mr. Mack, “This is a great thing for your people isn’t it?” which was the most politically incorrect thing to say.

  • On Jan. 15, the Leadership Shelby 2014 class focused on educational opportunities in Shelby County.

    The trip, arranged by class members Ryan Allan and Tommy Hurt, started at the Shelby County Board of Education and took us to Shelby County High School, Collins High School, East Middle School, Wright Elementary School, Cornerstone Christian Academy and Jefferson Community and Technical College’s Shelby Campus.

  • The concept of paying a more equitable dollar for the lowest-level jobs in our economic scale is not new. This idea of raising the minimum wage was a political football long before President Barack Obama kicked it into the end zone during his State of the Union address and House Bill 1 ran it into the public consciousness of the Kentucky legislature.

    And most Kentuckians – if not most Americans – think it’s about time to take that step.

  • We were pleased last week to see the smiling face of Vicky Wise back in her seat for the Simpsonville City Commission’s meeting.

    Ms. Wise, the longest-serving commissioner, has been absent from that chair for about a year as she battles ongoing and significant heath problems.

    She attended the ribbon-cutting for the city’s new downtown sidewalks late last year, and that was like a homecoming. But that also has been her only public appearance.

  • On Friday night, the romanticists among you probably were laying it on thick for Valentine’s Day.

    Maybe you dropped a special piece of jewelry or chocolate or flowers on your sweetheart.

    Maybe you sat across from him or her in a dark little corner of a restaurant, sipping champagne or honey bourbon or a bountiful Brunello and staring into the most enchanting eyes you’ve seen.

    Maybe you lit candles on your dining room table and put on your finery to make something routine into something extraordinary.

  • I could fill up an entire newspaper with my confessions, especially if I embraced the “good for the soul” argument, but this one will shock many who know me or who have been around me for more than a few laps:

    I was a slow adaptor when it came to the Beatles.

    Yes, those beloved Beatles, the ones whose music courses through the tone-deaf chambers of my brain.

  • The critics were passionate and to the point during the Simpsonville City Commission’s meeting last week. They didn’t want a restaurant tax in the city, and they offered a smorgasbord of reasons why.

    And although commissioners voted as they should have – to impose the 3 percent surcharge on food and beverage sold in the city – this wonderful discussion, filled with so many well-constructed opinions, left us with one really bad question and one really good one.

    The bad one: Can Shelby County afford to have a tourism commission?

  • After a couple of weeks of pretty nasty comments and a festering situation, District Judge Linda Armstrong did the right thing Monday by announcing she would resign in March, nine months before the end of her term as judge of District 53, Division I.

    Ms. Armstrong had announced on the day after filing deadline, Jan. 30, that she was withdrawing her bid for re-election to serve Anderson, Shelby and Spencer counties. She cited health problems and said her decision had been made the prior weekend, after discussions with her family.

  • The day is finally here. Ever since Judge John David Myles was first elected to take the bench of the Family Court Division of the 53rd Judicial Circuit in November 2006, I have waited to write this letter. He has recently announced that he will seek a second term in the next election.

  • We feel a little bit like a jockey, astride a winning horse as it turns for home in the stretch run of the race of its life. We coax it along, encouraging it with our proverbial whip here and there, keeping our eyes on that final pole and knowing if we do what we’re supposed to do that victory for all is imminent.

    So it is with the city of Shelbyville’s plan to add curbside trash and recycling pickup for its residents, a wonderfully appropriate action that appears to be nearing that legislative quarter pole and making the bend into that final stretch.

  • There is much to congratulate about the election year that is shaping up in Shelby County, but we will take second things first.

    We congratulate all the new individuals who have stepped forward to take a shot at public leadership this May and November.

    From state senator to the mayoral race in Shelbyville to its city council to three judgeships to a variety of magistrates, you will have new people to get to know and understand before casting your ballot. We look forward to the debate and the decision.

  • If you own property on the northern side of Shelbyville and either Clay Cottongim or Shawn Pickens knocks on your door, don’t turn them away or call the authorities.

  • It’s starting to appear that a “for sale” sign in front of property in Shelby County is not a bad billboard.

    A rising, continuing trend of home sales – some new homes among them – and a decline in foreclosures in 2013 and economic growth plans in place have real estate-brokers and administrators crowing about the possibility of the next few years.

    One even said we are nearing a “seller’s market,” a term not uttered in honest conversation since 2007 or so, depending on where you live.

  • You would think that the huge release of warm air on Monday – that being the exhale of parents who were allowed to send their students back to school – would have offset some of this frigidity that has surrounded us.

    After a tease of tropics on Sunday, the reading was -4 on my barn thermometer Tuesday morning, even as a school bus drove past on the road below.

    Everyone is talking about the weather, and it’s not because they can’t think of anything else.

  • In 1971, Ben Allen Thomas Sr. brought his father’s diary to me at The Shelby News’ office, which at the time was located where Sixth and Main Coffeehouse is today. The fragile and well-worn ledger was becoming illegible, and “Mr. Ben Allen” (as I fondly called him) wanted me to type the pages so he could read them easier.

    I was fascinated. I was intrigued with the daily accounts of livestock and crops. I was amazed such a document still existed, because pages dated back to 1863.