It’s not a bad time to be a Kentucky sports fan. Kentucky basketball remains a title contender every year, and the football program looks like it’s here to stay. Last season, both were staples in the Top 25 rankings, a pretty good indication of their quality.
For the first time in about two years, Richard Lestienne Jr. doesn't have a pager on his hip.
by Bryan Edwards
The Trigg County duo of Ty Meacham and Chase Oglesby finished sixth overall at the KHSAA State Bass Fishing Championship last weekend at Kentucky Dam Marina in Gilbertsville.
by Bryan Edwards
It was a day of firsts for Fort Campbell High School as two athletes signed their National Letter of Intent to continue their academic and athletic careers.
For decades, Oak Grove has been the red-headed stepchild of Christian County. Mama Fort Campbell always let some of her soldiers stay with Oak Grove, but that was little enough, and she was busy making doe-eyes at Clarksville. Papa Christian County loved her, sure, but not as much as he love…
Don’t call ICE to deport me, but the name you see at the bottom of this column isn’t my real one. Yes, it was the name I was given at birth, but something happened around the time I turned 7 years old that, to some people, changed it forever.
I never asked why my paternal grandparents decided to move to western Kentucky. Maybe I just assumed. In the mid-20th century, they were the definition of hillbillies — dirt-poor folk out of Harlan County with a mess of kids and all the strange dialect and mannerisms of Appalachia.
Eighteen members of the Kentucky American Legion Family: American Legion, American Legion Auxiliary and Sons of the American Legion attended the 59th Annual Washington Conference at our Nation's Capitol from Feb. 24 to 27.
I'm amazed sometimes at how backward I am. I guess not many people will proclaim it proudly, and I'd never really thought about til recently.
Arguably the biggest local news this week was generated by a newspaper company. The Kentucky New Era Media Group, which owned this newspaper and others, was sold off to Paxton Media Group, another family-owned paperin’ business headquartered in Paducah.
The old saying — attributed to everything ranging from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s works to self-help books to Hallmark cards — is that life should be appreciated for the journey rather than the destination.
I don’t know why, but I’m convinced some people enjoy being miserable. Everything new and good is destined to fail, every dollar spent is a waste and each smile on a child’s face is caused by something morally destitute.
How can you tell if someone committed a crime? I don’t know enough about court proceedings to clean the bathrooms at a law office, but I would wager that I could reasonably point out the guilty at least some of the time. See, some sociopaths have a tell. If you’ve watched enough police inter…
It’s finally over. Months, no — years of campaigning led to a fated Tuesday where the electorate spoke its solemn wish as prescribed by the founding tenants of our country. Those roughly disabused of the notion they would take up the mantle of public office can return to their lives, wonderi…
Hello from the desk of Traci Cunningham, the executive director of Oak Grove Tourism Commission and Valor Hall. I thought I would share my thoughts and views on this election now that we are on the final lap.
This is it, y’all. The last chance we’ll get to talk before the election Nov. 6. Many newspapers shy away from endorsing political candidates outside of the president, but not this one.
Motivational speakers, entrepreneur conferences and your parents all want you to do something significant. That’s the key word. Do something significant with your life, make your business significant, I’m going to beat you if you don’t make something significant out of yourself.
Our children grow up questioning, at least the smart ones do. When we as adults don’t have a good answer to the 21 questions every child is contractually obligated to ask every seven minutes, sometimes we resort to the old “you’ll understand when you’re older.” Usually, we’re lying.
As mayor, I’m the first to tell people what makes Oak Grove so special. The people, local businesses, culture, I could go on and on. Knowing these things, it came as no surprise when the two biggest names in Kentucky horse racing, Churchill Downs and Keeneland, chose our city as the site for…
You wouldn’t have liked the column that almost ran today. It was kind of a mess. It was 900 words of alcohol, guns, Kavanaugh and jokes about throwing axes. Wait, that sounds kinda neat actually. Trust me, it was bad.
Rack your brain really quickly: What’s the worst feeling in the world? Whatever you come up with, I submit that among the top contenders is feeling like you just let everyone down when they all expected you to succeed.
Political correctness is definitely my trigger phrase. I want to be mad when people use it to mock people who are just trying to be respectful of others, but I can’t. It really does go too far sometimes.
I have a confession. I’m really, really bad at being a typical Kentuckian. I didn’t vote for Trump, I don’t know a single farmer first-hand, I couldn’t change the oil in my car if my life depended on it, I’ve never dated a cousin and I think the Kentucky Derby is super overrated (your silly …
Growing up, my parents tried to instill in me a sense of responsibility. When you’re at fault, be big enough to take the blame. When you’re responsible for something (or someone), and it breaks or messes up, you take the blame then, too. Most importantly, offer no excuses, just do better.
As a child, I was terrified of needles (I realize that may be a common experience). For whatever reason, when the time for a shot came I always got a nurse who had less than stellar bedside manner.
There’s a minority in this country I would very much like to disenfranchise. Heck of a way to start a column, huh? I’m not talking about a race, a religion or even people with a similar set of beliefs. I’m talking, of course, about “snowflakes.” Sit tight, y’all, I’m about to make everybody mad.
Hey, welcome to the opinion section. You’ll notice that it says “opinion” in big, bold letters up there so there’s no confusion. What’s written here is not like what you’ll find in the rest of this newspaper. Those are objective facts, this is, as I might have mentioned, opinion.
I wasn’t feeling particularly inspired in one direction or another, so I thought I’d see if I could find an online robot to handle my column-writing duty this week.
Yes, it’s hot. Very, very hot. We are living on popsicles and cold sandwiches. Even turning on the microwave or the coffeemaker seems like a bad idea, like I might be encouraging the heat to keep it coming.
We grow up on fairy tales of good versus evil. Most of the time, good wins. Sometimes, it doesn’t. Regardless of the outcome, the sides are clearly defined. There is no gray area. No morally ambiguous zone where right and wrong see each other like looking in a mirror.
When I was 18, I, like many other young people was excited that I could finally vote. For most of my life, I had been taught the importance of it, and how much using the right to vote meant for our society.
It’s no secret that the internet wasn’t exactly great for newspapers. Anyone can be a journalist now. Anyone can espouse their views on politics, love, life and whatever else to a limitless potential audience.
Weddings are supposed to be a lot of things. They end up being anxiety-fueled stress monsters. Everyone involved is usually far happier just getting it over with. This applies to all weddings, including those where everything goes exactly as planned.
Don’t read this alone in the dark. That thing under your bed might get anxious. The monsters that come to life when the lights go out would know. The dead-eyed woman on the ceiling above you might get angry.
I wouldn’t use the phrase “know-it-all,” but as a child I had an answer for everything. Why are there white cows and brown cows? Easy, one makes milk and the other makes chocolate milk. Why does thunder make that sound? The angels are bowling again. They sure do that a lot over Kentucky in t…
Millions and millions watched live as a real live prince married his real live princess recently in jolly old England-town. Combine American viewers with those from the United Kingdom, and you’ve got more than 40 million individual TVs tuned into the happy occasion.
Memories don’t fade so much as they lose their blunt edges. They become a formless shape, wherein some details are easily recalled while others go in and out, sometimes recalled and sometimes lost for months, maybe forever.