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by Curt Kovener Crothersville’s wastewater collection and treatment system (that’s a long drawn out way of saying sewer) is undergoing remediation (a glorified way of saying fixing and updating) got me to doing some research on defecation (a delicate way of saying...

There Ought To Be A Hall Of Fame For Mommas

by Curt Kovener While we were growing up our mothers taught us life lessons. At the time we thought she was being mean and overbearing but with the benefit of maturity and gray hair we now know those were chidings which had deeper messages. Unfortunately, most of us...

So Call Me A Punographer

by Curt Kovener I found a honey hole last week but I wasn’t fishing for bluegill or hunting mushrooms. This prolific passle arrived in my e-mail courtesy of Little John (his named is changed to protect the guilty) and is some of the funniest puns I have read in a...

Endowed By Our Creator…

by Curt Kovener Back at Christmas I was gifted a DVD collection of James A. Michener’s ‘Centennial’. For those of you lacking in gray hair, in the mid-1970’s ‘Centennial’ was one of the first TV mini-series-20-plus hours long. It followed the mythical area of...

Contemplations On Alcohol

by Curt Kovener Sobering disclaimer: The family of compounds known as alcohols are all toxins that can kill you, whether instantly, quickly, or gradually. Yet one of them-ethyl alcohol, or ethanol-is a staple of the human diet. Archaeologist Patrick McGovern...

A Mowing Mind Meanders

by Curt Kovener The other day as I delivered fuel for my mother’s lawn mower, she later said she liked to mow. “It gives me a chance to think,” she said. As slow as Mother mows, she must have a lot to think about. But, like Momma, I use the mower time to think, plan,...