Corydon Times

Garden Road - February 21, 2017
The nightly news is sometimes bad for us. We see carnage on the other side of the world we have no power to stop. A boy loses his legs and calls out in agony for his father to carry him when he can no longer walk, but we cannot halt men from desiring power and dropping bombs because of the innate sexual, predatory impulse of the thousands of alpha males across the globe we call leaders. They can poison their enemies in England with polonium, and the simple-minded will call them strong and smart.
Feb 20, 2017, 13:46

Garden Road - February 14, 2017
The weekend of Feb. 4 was one of those threads of days—a consequential time we do not appreciate for what it is and what it is not. Or it could have been a cruel experiment by a higher power. As fictional NASCAR racer Ricky Bobby incorrectly believes, “If you ain’t first, you’re last.” Mantras are for winners.
Feb 13, 2017, 09:32

Garden Road - February 7, 2017
“Presenting somebody with facts alone can have the opposite of the intended effect.”

Science is blissfully ignorant of good and evil. It can cure polio or drop an atomic bomb and not tell the difference. It would stand to reason, then, that we need more than just the fact of something—for example, the elemental structure of hydrogen—to reach a conclusion. Decision making becomes more clouded when we attempt to isolate subjective ideas like freedom—which for two different people could imply polar opposites, such as the freedom to kill and the freedom from being killed. Freedom is a loaded word.

Feb 6, 2017, 09:14

Garden Road - January 31, 2017
I have mentioned my former math teacher Paul Epperly often the past few weeks in the Times-Republican, and deservedly so. Though I was a skinny teenager when he taught high school and coached football at Wayne, I wish I could go back and play linebacker for him. I’m built for it now. I also wish I could travel through time and try harder in my freshman algebra class. Humans, unlike animals, can spend time calculating their next move while simultaneously reflecting on events they can no longer change. As Joseph Campbell explains, the Fall of Man is an allegory for the fact we experience the inevitable as the difficult to achieve. The day we are born and the day we die are written in chalk dust.
Jan 30, 2017, 09:42

Garden Road - January 24, 2016
There was a time when nothing was more important than laughter. It kept me up past midnight for the late shows and their monkeyshines, and my father would become irate if he woke up and found me watching television when we had farmwork at first dawn. He did not need to say anything, however, if we walked beans the next day when the dew was on and I hadn’t slept long enough. Even rising early to avoid the heat, the sun was remorseless, and the roots of pigweed just as stubborn.
Jan 23, 2017, 09:22