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Guest Columnist By Dr. Glenn Mollette When I was sixteen years old, I was invited to speak at a little country church in rural Denver Kentucky, not far from Paintsville. The church had all but closed its doors but one man, Harold Rice, and his family wanted to see the church stay open and doContinue reading “What Six Dollars Can Do?”

By The Cat Called Bob I’ve been waiting for Santa to visit. It seems like there’s a lot of build up to his visit, and it takes forever for him to get here. I’ve been watching the NORAD tracker for his progress. He’s a busy guy tonight. I wonder what he does with the restContinue reading “Waiting on Santa”

By John Clise He was looking out the window at a raven sitting on a cross looking at a weeping angel marking a grave in a cemetery. The old man with a whiskey glass in his hand was sitting in an old orange chair he’d gotten from a second hand store years ago. He tookContinue reading “Christmas Spirits”

By Dusty Shelf–Guest Columnist Christmas 2020 is almost here. It brings back memories of my Uncle Clint rolling around the front yard after a half dozen beers and a few shots. Oh and his wife’s boyfriend of the minute showed up for his Christmas present. All after his wife at the time (they changed everyContinue reading “Merry Christmas with Uncle Clint”

By Pat Ridpath– Guest Columnist The Magi found him by way of the star, which was the “meeting” of 3 stars: Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars. They followed the star until it rested on where he was, and they began to worship him. In a time where it was dark, Light was brought into our world.Continue reading “Pat’s Chat– The Magi”

By John Clise Christmas is just a few days away here in the United States. Other countries celebrate this day at different times of the year than we do. Christmas always brings fond memories to me of childhood and early years with my mom, dad, and sister. We were fairly traditional when it came toContinue reading “Christmas Traditions from Around the World”

By John Clise I remember riding around with my mama and my sister listening to this on 8 track in mama’s ’77 Pontiac Ventura. We would sing and laugh. It was one of the greatest times I remember with my ma. We didn’t hardly have a pot to piss in, but we had this 8Continue reading “Listening to Wings with Mom and My sister”

Language alert… it’s me unhinged… that means dirty words. If you are offended by blue language…. Move on pansy. You sicken me. Grow a set. By John Clise Gulping Jameson Black Barrel because that’s the only drinking I know how to do. Remembering 20 years of friendship. Remembering riding down the alley with the coachContinue reading “Remembering a Friend”