By Patience Renzulli

Murray, KY – I am not afraid of mice. I am not. I do, however, have a freakish instinctual reaction to a mouse running amok in my presence. I do the Screaming Mouse Dance.

I shriek!!!!

By Patience Renzulli

Murray, KY – At the City Commissioners meeting on August 26th Paducah Mayor Bill Paxton proclaimed September to be Responsible Dog Ownership Month. One of the commissioners muttered, Oh lord, now we've gone to the dogs.

By Patience Renzulli

By Richard Nelson

Murray, KY – Last Monday Barack Obama spoke at a Louisville rally which the media likened to a rock concert loud music, large crowds and fainting women. But what moved the estimated 10,000 in attendance more than anything was the theme that America needs change.

I agree.

By Richard Nelson

By Richard Nelson

Murray, KY – When CBS entertainment president Nina Tassler said the network was "going to throw out the rule book," in late 2006, she wasn't kidding. In case anybody was wondering just what rules she was talking about, the wait is over. On June 5, CBS officially joined the marriage deconstruction movement when it premiered Swingtown-- an edgy sitcom that eviscerates what is left of marriage in our postmodern culture.

By Richard Nelson

Murray, KY – He's a rock star, a political savior and he's running for president. But Sen. Barack Obama's recent whirlwind tour of the Middle East and Europe may have left doubts as to what exactly he's running for: President of the United States or leader of the European Union?

By James LaValle

By Roy Davis

Murray, KY – Most people remember events from the age of four or five. Some much later. My wife is a member of an elite number who have very early memories. She can clearly recall, as an infant, lying outdoors in her pram on a sunny day, looking up at the trees. And today she can even describe in detail what she was wearing then.

By Roy Davis

Murray, KY – In the picture, my sister Alice Jane and I are perched atop a fat pinto pony with silver studded halter and harness. On the stirrup are the pony's name, Tiny, and the date, 1941. Tiny belonged to a traveling photographer who walked Louisville's neighborhoods snapping pictures of smiling youngsters right in front of their houses. In the background is my Grandmother Schroeder's house. We lived there. Alice Jane was five. I was only two, but I remember the whole experience.