Ed was and continues in his absence to be the "caretaker of our culture", thanks to our memories of him and these "Around Adair" snippets. I cannot help but smile, every time I read or think of one of his "creative admonishments" to me, one of our unsuspecting citizenry and or this community for which he had a lifelong love affair. Thanks for sharing these with us! --BJF

Pen, I'm enjoying reading these articles written by your Dad in the late 70s, since I wasn't living in Columbia then, and there was no Columbiamagazine in those days! He was certainly a wonderful writer and observer of his favorite place.

Something that I would like to find out more about is where the Press Miller property was located, as mentioned in the article. I can figure out the Finis Phelps place from the information given, and I remember Noah Loy's home (we frequently used to drive him and Mrs. Loy home after church at the Methodist Church on Sundays).

I have a photo from 1921 of a group on Gaston Avenue, which would have run beside Noah Loy's house. The photo is labeled "Nathan Phelps 40th birthday party"...and in the picture, among others, are Mr. Press Miller and his family. So they must have lived somewhere in that vicinity. I wonder where???

Since you are much younger than I, you probably have no idea either! Just curious. --Ann

Sharon, thank you for the story of the hummingbirds in battle!! Loved every line of your story, like this sentence... , "We have observed hummingbirds at close range before, so their swift dives and pugnacious territorial maneuvers are no surprise." And this one, "Given the fierce dispositions of these tiny birds I have often remarked that it is a good thing they are not the size of robins--or crows--or bluejays!" I've never known the tiny, exotic birds had this kind of spirit so I learned as I read. As always, thank you for sharing! --- Linda Waggener

Contrary to the rule of growing close,
Our knowing more may lead to knowing less,
Majestic likes outweighed by disliked gross,
Perceived intentions heard but tangled guess.

Extended conversation should conjoin,
Relate before unknowns in common thread,
Reflect those values neither would purloin,
Yield clues to making future hopes widespread.

Whatever wonders might be might be lost,
Effaced by quests beyond unspoken bounds,
Naïve suggestions with uncounted cost,
Deliberate insisting that there be more rounds.

Entirely set on what can never be
Leaves little chance that love will be set free.

Can one never have
some innocent amusement
and still be blameless.

A page five article in the Wednesday, November 4, 1970 Courier-Journal cut right to the nitty-gritty in the first sentence:

"Taylor County Sheriff Junior Sprowls lost an attempt to prevent revocation of his driver's license yesterday."

Sprowls had been arrested the previous month by three Campbellsville policemen. Upon his refusal to take the breathalyzer test, his driver's license, in accordance with Kentucky's implied consent law, was pulled for six months. However, a restraining order kept him behind the wheel until Circuit Judge George O. Bertram dissolved the restraining order on November 3rd. --Jim