Dear Governor Beshear and Lieutenant Governor Coleman:

"Hendricks for South Western Kentucky" doesn't have quite the same ring to it as "Hendricks for Hoptown," but it is evident that naming Hopkinsville's mayor the new executive director of the regional economic development council could benefit all three counties the organization serves.

No one could have foreseen the abrupt shuttering of the city's prized bowling ball manufacturer Ebonite International last week. However, we are fortunate to see the Christian County community rally with grace and gumption around those affected.

Historically, newspaper editorial boards across the country have offered recommendations to their readership as to who they believe is best fit to represent and serve their communities. The Kentucky New Era has participated in this practice for some time.

Young talent matters and more communities are doing what it takes to attract and retain young professionals to work, live and play.

Hopkinsville Community College is shining bright like a diamond after a series of recent big announcements.

Last week, Hopkinsville Chief Administrative Officer Troy Body announced that the city is planning to form a mass foreclosure committee in order to shave down the stack of code enforcement liens on abandoned properties around town.

Church. It's a place for the brokenhearted and the redeemed; a place for the newest babes and the oldest saints; it's a place where people go to feel safe, a place they trust won't abuse its power or take advantage of them when they're weak. The story of churches doing the latter isn't new, …

Every time Christian County Public Schools releases its annual discipline report, eyebrows raise and conclusions are drawn. From the students to the administrators to the parents, everyone looks for someone to blame for the number of suspensions, but let's look a little closer to determine w…

One of my favorite Facebook reposts is about how young people are just so fickle. "Back in my day," it may begin. "If something was broke, we'd fix it."

Star rating: 3/5

It was a day in my newspaper career that will live in infamy.

Success breeds imitation. Imitation makes convention. Convention is the sire of tradition. Unfortunately, tradition spawns purists.

If President Donald Trump has declared war on the free press of this great nation, don’t bother picking sides. Save your popcorn and put away the DVR.

Everybody knows somebody somewhere who doesn’t worry about worrying too much.

There’s no place like home.

Lately, the same crazy dream is keeping me up at night.

Nobody in this great big world is a bigger Elvis fan than Walker McCutcheon.

Forty-four years have passed in just the blink of an eye.

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.

Jimmy Carter might not be my favorite president, but it’s near to impossible not to like somebody who saw a UFO and doesn’t lie about it.

It was one of the greatest moments of my life, even if it did kind of fizzle out and end with the hero — ME — playing second fiddle to an Army bugle call and Old Glory.

Give “Forrest Gump” some credit for teaching me to appreciate an important life lesson.

The words of Ralph Waldo Emerson always inspire me in times of loss and sympathy.

Everybody who’s gotten behind the wheel of a car is guilty of it.

If disappointment were a currency, the people who have believed in me along the way would be driving European sports cars on the way to their waterfront villas.

Not many people know it, but the FBI put me in my place a long time ago.

Former U.S. Attorney and liberal activist Preet Bharara caught my eye with a tweet last week: “What if Jeff Bezos bought Twitter with the change in his pocket and shut Trump’s account?”

Every April, after spring has actually sprung, a cheerful little flower pops up all over town and reminds me of a cherished heritage that never fails to put a lump in my throat.