Today's Features

It seems like super hero movies are a big deal these days. Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Iron Man and all the others fly off the big screen at us. Larger than life heroes, many with their own flaws, but each fighting the bad guys and defending folks just like you and me.
Of course superheroes don’t really exist, and it is sort of sad what some people see as heroic. Let’s face it, a basketball player isn’t a hero, he’s just playing a game. And the latest movie sensation? She may be a great actress, but a hero?

Dear Savvy Senior,
What resources do you recommend that offer help to caregivers? I’ve been taking care of my 82-year-old mother, and it’s wearing me to a frazzle.
Exhausted Daughter

Yesterday, 4:30 pm, after shedding my city boots for my country boots I headed back out the door with my egg basket and a jug of water.  Our two livestock guardian dogs by my side, we head back to the barn.  In the blink of an eye Baxter and Finca take off in full defense mode towards our hens and the barn.  Baxter takes the front and Finca takes the back.  And, to my bewilderment, a beautiful coyote is flushed from beyond and the dogs follow pursuit.  Wiley coyote hits the frozen lake and the dogs circle.

They came from the east to challenge the elements and face the dangers of territory that would become the state of “Kentucky.”
It was 230 years ago, in the spring of 1780, that a few brave families chose to settle near the upper waters of a creek named for explorer Tom Simpson.
A stockade was constructed near Simpson Creek and was named for the leader of the group, William Kincheloe, and was called “Kincheloe Station.”