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  • Every weekday at noon I post a question of the day on the Chronicle’s Facebook page.
    Sometimes it’s a fun question about food -- everybody likes food. Sometimes it’s about a local or national issue.
    The questions are meant to get people engaged with the newspaper, although sometimes they get people enraged -- with the paper, with each other, sometimes with me just because I asked a question.
    If I know one thing about human nature it’s that people love to be offended and they love to feud, take sides, lob bombs and throw mud at others.

  • Sept. 10, 1987 (30 Years Ago)
    Seventh grader Susie Sachleben has been showing hogs in 4-H since 1983 and it paid off this year at the Kentucky State Fair as she brought home ribbons and trophies in open show exhibition, including reserve junior champion and reserve grand champion with her Yorkshire sow. In 4-H exhibition, Susie won grand champion, seven blue ribbons and five red ribbons.

  • The Wee Beastie (my Car) has determined that the time has come to pull more, sinister tricks on me, its hapless owner and pilot. These latest stunts are blatant acts of revenge. The Beast is miffed because I toyed with the idea of purchasing a new car. I reconsidered and decided that the time was not quite right to make this change.
    This arrangement has suited me just fine. I know my Beast and all of her eccentricities. However, I neglected to take one thing into consideration; my car is nursing a grudge of monumental proportions.

  • Mowing appears to be one of America’s great pastimes. Any day of fine weather will bring battalions of lawn tractors, push mowers and weed eaters to the front lines to do battle upon unruly grass. My husband is no exception; and lately, me.
    The Navy marked my husband in an indelible manner. If his hair has the temerity to grow an inch he whips out the clippers and puts it back in its place. Woe betide the stray tuft that dares to grow beyond its fellows. After a thorough inspection the rebellious lock meets its doom at the merciless blades of the clippers.

  • The other day I found an old, yellowed and brittle newspaper cartoon that I had cut out and saved.
    Dated from 1987, it’s a drawing of a woman sitting in a wing-back chair holding her knees with her feet tucked underneath her.
    The caption reads: “This year’s Irrational Fears Grand Champion worries, from her home in Madison, Wisconsin, about being caught up in a deadly lava flow.”

  • Sept. 3, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Betta fish, also known as Siamese fighting fish, are the pugilists of the fish keeping world. The Betta is a small creature with elaborate, filmy fins that float around their owner like silk.
    The Betta comes in a variety of jewel tones. Like snowflakes and fingerprints, no two are ever alike. These tiny treasures are indeed a masterpiece of creation.

  • Last week my husband and I took a short trip to Winter Garden, a town not too far from Orlando.
    We went to the historic downtown district with its trendy businesses housed in restored storefronts from as far back as the early 1900s.
    A restaurant we went in was originally Cappleman Brothers Grocery Store, built in 1912.
    As my husband read the menu, I read about the history of the building -- the original brick, the gothic stained glass panels in the front window that came from an old Presbyterian church.

  • Aug. 27, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Part One
    As much as it pains me, and despite the illusion that my mind insists upon indulging, I find myself thinking and saying things that I never thought I would.
    Statements such as “Back when I was a kid, this was nothing but farmland”,
    “When I was your age my mother couldn’t keep me inside. Now I can’t get you out!”

  • It was a warm summer night in a town near Washington, D.C.
    A group of friends sat around a backyard table eating dinner when a young man with a gun appeared and interrupted the dinner party, according to a 2016 NPR story.
    “Give me your money or I’m going to start shooting,” he said, pointing the gun at one of the women.
    The people believed him; however, no one had any money on them.
    So, they started talking to the man, first trying to play on his guilt: “What would your mother think about you doing this?”

  • Aug. 13, 1987 (340 Years Ago)
    The Trimble County Board of Education has appointed Bedford pharmacist Robert Yowler to a position on the board. Yowler will fill the vacancy left by Carole Martin who recently resigned due to moving to Madison. Martin who had recently served as board chairman, had served on the school board for the past 12 years. Yowler will fill the remaining term of Martin, which expires in January 1988.

  • Two Sundays ago I was in a flat mood. That’s the best way to describe how I felt. I had no interest in any of the activities that typically take up most of my days.

  • August 6, 1967 (30 Years Ago)
    An afternoon swimming outing quickly turned into tragedy when two girls, Joyce Michelle Stivers, age 9, and her sister, Hectoria Stivers, 7, drowned Monday evening in the Little Kentucky River near the vicinity of the bridge, known as the creek crossing. The accident occurred at about 6:15 p.m. The bodies were later found in five feet of water. The two girls were the daughters of Joe and Linda Stivers, Bedford.

  • I have a long, unfortunate and adversarial relationship with sharp-edged objects. The list of the things I’ve managed to hurt myself on grows longer by the month. Yes, I said month. Many companies have signs to highlight how many days the employees have gone without an accident. Any sign of mine would be embarrassingly short, if not blank.