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  • May 7, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • My home has somehow spawned a new, hybrid, highly toxic variety of dust. I’m not entirely sure if it’s a new permutation or a ghastly amalgamation brewed by the contributions of each individual dust-producer in my home.
    The dust producers are, in no particular order, cats, dogs, dust mites, my family, and stuff tracked in from the yard. Stuff tracked in from the yard are, in no particular order, cats, dogs, birds, horses, squirrels, trees, grass, hay and the entire complement of every plant I’m raising or were blown there by a errant breeze.

  • Last week, the Rev. Doug Shepherd died.
    I met him in 2002 at his auto parts business.
    His dad was in the auto business too, and they were both Pentecostal preachers.
    I had been writing a story for the paper about the 100th anniversary of Pentecostalism, and although I had lots of history and background information, I wanted to talk to a real-live Pentecostal.
    At the time, “Brother Shepherd” preached on Sundays, but during the week he fixed cars.

  • April 23, 1987 (30 Years Ago)
    Trimble County senior Lora McCoy has signed a letter of intent to play basketball at Georgetown College. Last season Lora led the Lady Raiders with a 11.7 points per game scoring average. She was named to the North Central Kentucky Conference All-Conference Team, 31st District Tournament All-District Team and the All-Carroll County Invitational Team. Georgetown coach Susan Johnson said McCoy is the second Trimble girl to be signed to play basketball at Georgetown. Holly Kries played for Georgetown some years ago.

  • I hate clutter, although you’d never know it by looking at my desk.
    This morning I had some free time, so I decided to go through the piles of notes and scribbles scattered around, which usually results in a “random notes of grace” column.
    I hope something will be helpful or encouraging to you today:
    Some months ago, I wrote down something my friend Mike said: “I had faith that I was going to heaven, but I didn’t trust God to fix me NOW because I didn’t see how he would or could do it.”

  • April 16, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • A few years ago, classical musicians started doing “random acts of culture,” usually in busy shopping malls.
    All of a sudden, someone in the crowd would start singing or playing a violin and then others in the food court or on the escalator would join in until 10 or 20 or more voices and/or instruments would create a moment of cultural beauty while surprised shoppers stopped and listened, pulling out their cellphones to record it to share with their friends on Facebook or YouTube.

  • April 9, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Recently, my husband came home from work and told me he was in charge of a project that involved the development and installation of a robot.
    Upon hearing this bit of news I became excited and my imagination began to conjure all manner of wonderful possibilities! My husband was going to make a robot! That staple of so many science fiction dramas! Robots have had so many incarnations! Television and movies have imbued robots with personalities as multifaceted as any human’s.

  • Recently, I met a woman who had moved to the area to stay with family after a painful divorce and some health problems on top of that.
    She had lost everything and was starting over.
    “I’m too old for this,” she said, although she didn’t divulge her age. She looked to be maybe 40, which isn’t old, but when you’ve lost everything and you’re starting over in a place you really, really, really don’t want to be but feel you have no choice and nowhere else to go, any age is too old, I suppose.

  • April 2, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • The last leg of the water tower epic is reaching the end; I hope. The day of the transmission of the photos, diagrams and my invoice ended on a surprisingly positive note.

  • Here’s a question for you: What is God like? From your gut, how would you characterize him?
    A number of years ago, Baylor University conducted a survey, asking people to choose words that described how they characterized God and his level of anger and also their perceived level of his involvement in the world.
    The researchers concluded that Americans viewed God in four distinct ways: