On Sourdough and the Anderson County School Board race

If you walk into the Lawrenceburg Kroger and don’t see sourdough bread on the shelf, you think, “Oh well, they don’t carry sourdough” and move on with your shopping.

This is what it was like to see our new newspaper editor, Mr. Wilson, respond to my public comment that The Anderson News had not recently published any “Vote No on Amendment 2” articles in our newspaper: “Although Mrs. Carter claims the Anderson News doesn’t give equal voice,” he wrote on his personal Facebook page, “I published an article that SHE WROTE about Amendment 2 last week. Link is included below for reference. I publish what is sent to me, and will gladly give any Anderson Countian a voice. Feel free to send me a letter or op-ed to news@theandersonnews.com.”

FACT CHECK: My article never appeared in print, nor is it anywhere on the newspaper’s online Opinion Page (I have screenshots of the entire page). The only way to find this article is to type “Teri Carter” in the search bar. Is this how citizens are expected to find articles?

It’s like the sourdough. “Oh we have sourdough,” the Kroger manager tells you 2 weeks later, “it’s just not on the shelf. If you’d asked, someone would have gone in back and grabbed a loaf for you.”

But buckle up, folks, because this story is not about sourdough or me or Amendment 2. This story is about the Anderson County School Board race.

Two Anderson County citizens commented on Mr. Wilson’s FB post mentioned above: Margaret Holt and Kathy Holt.

Margaret wrote: “Here’s the TRUTH about amendment 2. this blogger spins many things – her “false narratives” promotes hatred and division. her tales are manipulative.. but thankfully our community has good discernment!”

Kathy wrote: “Jacob Wilson you will find Teri Carter wants to voice her opinion but refuses to allow anyone to join her conversation if they disagree with her. The only people who can comment on her FB page are her followers.”

(Note: I do not know either of these women.)

Mr. Wilson did not question their responses. If he had clicked on their Facebook pages, however, he would have seen this from Margaret Holt: “BLOOD MONEY – if you don’t want your money to pay for the dismemberment of children VOTE YES on amendment #2. Listen to David Walls how Planned Parenthood is pouring billions of dollars into these new commercials trying to persuade the people. KENTUCKIANS know better!! If you see our local bully blogger [that’s me] using sob stories to manipulate your emotions know that’s how extreme liberals work – they are story tellers but YOU have discernment, whats at operation in them is not what’s at operation in you! They hate the Holy Spirit in you!”

Guess who hit the “love” button on this post? Christy Franklin, who is running for Anderson County School Board.

Ms. Franklin refused 3 interview requests from me.

I suggest Mr. Wilson — the editor of The Anderson News — spend his time as a journalist asking why Ms. Franklin is hitting the “love” button on Facebook posts like this, as well as asking her about the conspiracy theories she has posted and continues to post, right out in the open, on her public campaign page about CRT being taught in our schools, and more.

Because by not being forthright about my column to Vote No on Amendment 2, and by seemingly refusing to question people running for office, like Ms. Franklin, we are left to believe, at best, that Mr. Wilson agrees with these conspiracy theories, and at worst, that he is not doing his due diligence as the editor of this newspaper.

Both are unacceptable. Please do better. The election is Tuesday. People are already voting.

2 Minutes in Anderson County Fiscal Court

Imagine you need to see your doctor. It goes like this: You wait 2 weeks for an appointment, and your only choices are Tuesdays at 10 am (so you’ll have to leave work) or 7 pm (during dinnertime with your family), but it’s really, really important, so you make the appointment and you go.

You sit quietly in the waiting room with a crowd. When your name is called — Finally! Yay!!! — you stand up and the nurse sets a timer for 2 minutes. You start talking, explaining why you’re there, but then suddenly your 2 minutes is up, the alarm goes off — yes, an actual alarm — and that’s it. Time’s up! They call the next patient.

If what’s ailing you continues to ail you, you’ll need to come back in 2 weeks for another 2 minute appointment, ad infinitum.

This is what it’s like for Anderson County citizens in Fiscal Court. And it is absurd.

Over the last 2 months, I have presented information at 3 different meetings to encourage livestreaming of these meetings. My presentations are by necessity fast, rehearsed, and frankly dull, because there is no time for personality or nuance.

But I am not going to use this space to repeat the details of my presentations, or the fact that 133 citizens signed on to a petition asking for livestreaming. I have reported previously on both. I want to talk about the 2 minutes.

A month or so ago, I believe it was Magistrate Lewis who asked the Judge and her fellow magistrates when and why the 2 minute speaking rule was established. Nobody seemed to have an answer, so they moved on to other business.

I have an answer.

It is my understanding that the 2 minute limit was instituted when a group commonly known as “Johnson Road” started coming to meetings regularly in Spring or Summer 2021 and signing up to speak. In a way, I get this. When I attended the 2nd Amendment Sanctuary meeting in Fiscal Court in January 2020, it was standing room only, and I recall the Court giving all of us something like 4 minutes each to speak. With the number of people present at that meeting, this seemed perfectly reasonable.

The 2 minute speaking limit we now have as common practice is not only unreasonable, it makes it appear that the Court is disinterested in hearing from the public they serve. An issue that was on full display at the October 18 meeting.

The meeting began at 7 pm. There were three of us bringing information before the Court: Me, attorney David Nutgrass, and a citizen with a request for a zoning change. I’d like to focus on what happened with Mr. Nutgrass.

As he began to speak, County Attorney Wiedo set his phone alarm, as he always does. When Mr. Nutgrass got to about the one minute mark, Judge Gritton interrupted to remind him that he only had one minute left, which was clearly a surprise to Mr. Nutgrass, who then began shuffling his papers, trying to make sure he delivered the most information for his client before Mr. Wiedo’s alarm went off.

The alarm went off. Mr. Nutgrass had to sit down.

If this sounds ridiculous to read in print, I promise you it was worse in person.

I am focusing on Mr. Nutgrass because I have seen this happen time and time again, particularly with attorneys but also for citizens (myself included) who are there to provide enough information for the Court to make a fully informed decision, and they are given …. 2 minutes. No exceptions.

How can our Court make the best decisions in this manner? It is the same as the scene I painted earlier of going to a doctor’s office where you can only present your ailments every 2 weeks, in 2 minute increments. Who would have the time for this? Eventually you would give up. You would just stop going.

You might argue that giving citizens (or their lawyers) a 2 minute time limit keeps the meetings moving and gets everyone out of there before midnight, but this would be a laughable argument. The entire October 18 meeting lasted about 19 minutes. I spoke. Mr. Nutgrass spoke. A citizen spoke. Add the opening prayer and the Pledge of Allegiance to both the U.S. Flag and Kentucky’s flag, and the core of this meeting lasted about 11 minutes.

Eleven. Minutes.

And you — Anderson County’s citizens — would never know this unless you went to the County Clerk’s office and filed an Open Records Request for the audiotape of the meeting (which you’ll need to pay for and come back to pick up in a few days) because the paper version of the minutes (which you will also need to pay for at 50 cents per page and come back to pick up) does not indicate that citizens spoke or what they spoke about.

There was also no newspaper reporter at the October 18 meeting, nor at the meeting 2 weeks before it, so it is like none of this ever happened.

Why do we need live-streaming and/or video recording of our Fiscal Court meetings?

ALL of this is why.

And I would gladly present this information in person, in good faith, in Fiscal Court tomorrow at 10 am, but I would not have time. This is 5 and 1/2 minutes long.


Please note that this is not a personal comment on any one person. If you’ve ever talked to me, you know that I like the judge and some of the magistrates a great deal. And yet this has gone on too long and, sadly, has become both a silly distraction and a disservice to the public.


I stopped by the County Clerk’s office today to pick up the Minutes from the September 20 meeting — per my Open Records Request — which is when the livestream vote occurred. The document is 17 pages long at a cost of 50 cents per page, or $8.50. I decided to purchase just the first page, to see who attended the meeting, and the last page, where the livestream vote is recorded.

But I love you, how can I help?

When I was in school, I had a professor who would say in his gentle, lilting, Middle Eastern accent, “But I love you, how can I help?” It was a summer class, we did not want to be in a classroom, and he always said this in exasperation, when we were talking over each other all at once or not following directions, his way of bringing us back around and lightening the mood.

At first his words felt jarring to me, out of place in a classroom, and I dismissed them as an English language translation he’d taken too literally and that no one had had the heart to correct.

I was wrong. My teacher was a devout Muslim who had once been a young journalist stationed in a war zone. He’d been shot in the neck and barely survived. He radiated kindness. And what I eventually realized was that he was just a gracious, genuine, giving teacher who loved his job and loved us, his students.

I have been thinking about my teacher a lot over the ten days, since I first heard about Anderson County public school teacher and pastor Randy Adams’s refusal to abide by Kentucky state guidelines regarding pronoun usage. I won’t rehash the details, because God knows if you live here in Lawrenceburg you’ve heard about it, read about it, or unfortunately watched it swatted maliciously about in the worst-ever place for thoughtful, civilized debate: Facebook. And soon there will be the dreaded circus that will overtake our October 17 School Board meeting, covered by TV news outlets, much like the Sand Spring Baptist Church meeting, giving Anderson County negative, but deserved, press that does nothing to help our community.

It should go without saying that if you are a public school teacher (like Mr. Adams) or a school board member (like Vice Chair Peggy Peach), you should, at a minimum, serve the public through public education and keep it at that.

And yet, here we are.

Like many of you, I have been trying to figure out what I think, what to say, and how how to say it with grace, but the casual cruelty of those with power, in power, using their power to further marginalize an already marginalized and vulnerable group of people — children, no less — has overwhelmed me.

I recall the Sunday morning I ran into a friend in the Kroger parking lot and said jokingly, “Why aren’t you at church?!” and he replied, not joking one bit, “I never go to church around election time. I don’t want to hear it.”

As someone who often watches local pastors’ Sunday sermons online, I knew exactly what he meant. The blatant politics in the sermons. I have witnessed several sermons over the last year or so where pastors’ hyper-focus on homosexuality, transgender, and LGBTQ has felt like a concerted effort to call out and define fellow human beings as “evil.”

I do not understand this. I find the belittling and the dismissiveness alarming. And I do not see the Christianity in it.

I think of my Muslim teacher and the sweetness in his voice amid chaos — But I love you, how can I help?

As to Mr. Adams and his Facebook manifesto about his God-given rights, free speech, “pronouns,” and his righteous refusal to call a child what that child wants/needs to be called, I am both angry and speechless. So I leave you with this:

I have been stepmother for three decades. Over these years have often found myself dismissed outright in rooms of parents who, sometimes mockingly, refused to accept me or acknowledge me as one of them. Whether it was standing in a crowded hallway on parent-teacher night or in someone’s back yard taking pictures of our kids before a homecoming dance, I have spent a lot of energy smiling outwardly through the hurt of it.

But you know what? I can tell you the exact day, the time of day, and where I was standing when my (step)son walked into the kitchen, handed me a greeting card, and said out loud for the first time, “Here you go, mother.”

Was I a “real” mom, his “real” mother? No.

But I can tell you that I felt a surge run through me in hearing that word for the first time.

What it felt like to finally be seen.

What it felt like to be acknowledged, out loud.

What it felt like to be called exactly who I so desperately wanted to be, and knew I was.

Please vote NO on Kentucky’s Amendment 2

Me, at 16

** This piece ran in both the Herald-Leader and the Courier Journal.

Shortly after my 16th birthday, a man sexually abused me. I was starting my junior year of high school. I knew the man. I liked the man. I trusted the man. He was a pillar of my small town, beloved by all. He was handsome, young, married with two little babies. And what he did was criminal.

This is where I am supposed to tell you if I got pregnant and had an abortion, but I am not going to tell you. I am not going to tell you because it is none of your business.

A woman recently published a letter in The Anderson News falsely claiming that women are having abortions “just because,” including up until it is time to give birth. This is a lie, and it is time we start calling it a lie. Please do not tell me you think so little of women that we will nurture a fetus for six, seven, eight, nine months and decide on a whim we are done. This is ludicrous.

The same letter writer claimed there is a state trying to “pass a law that allows the taking of that baby’s life up to 28 DAYS AFTER birth.” That state is Maryland, and this statement is false.

On September 8, the Courier-Journal reported, “In Kentucky, the two youngest patients to receive an abortion over the past two years were age 9. Under Kentucky law, sexual intercourse with a 9-year-old is considered first-degree rape,” and that “34 girls ages 15 or younger received abortions in 2021, according to state statistics.”

New laws would force these children — babies themselves — to carry a fetus to term.

On August 30, the South Carolina House attempted to pass a total abortion ban with no exceptions for rape or incest. It failed by only eight votes. A lawmaker argued that if a child was raped by her father, she had choices. All she needed to do, he said, was get her father — her rapist — to give her a ride to Walmart the next day to get the morning-after pill. If he would not take her, she could call an ambulance, he said.

I want you to pause and think about the logistics of this, such an absurd level of insanity I cannot believe I had to write the paragraph.

The other day I ran into a woman at Kroger who asked me a question I had not yet considered. Who, she wanted to know, is going to raise all of the offspring of women addicted to drugs who will be forced to carry a pregnancy to term? And what will it cost taxpayers to pay for their potentially lifelong mental and medical care?

I never told a soul about my sexual abuse when it happened. I was ashamed and somehow thought it was my fault, that I’d asked for it. I finally told my childhood girlfriends 34 years later, the weekend of my 50th birthday. You know what their response was? It was a good thing I’d never told because no one would have believed me. It would have ruined my life, they told me, certain I would have had to leave school, maybe even leave town.

Being a poor kid with a single mom, I wonder how we would have survived.

There seems to be a fantasy today about the number of newborns soon to be available for adoption. This will not happen, and it is childish to think otherwise. People keep babies they do not want for any number of reasons: pressure from family who insist they will help, shame at being seen as someone who would give away a baby, the inability to give away a baby you’ve carried for nine months, and more.

With the overturning of Roe v. Wade, we talk mostly about the effects on girls and women, but I often wonder if men have considered the impact these strict, new anti-abortion laws will have on their own lives.

What will happen to young boys in high school and college who impregnate the girls they are dating? More babies will mean more child support, for one thing, for the next two decades of their lives. And is our court system prepared for the massive influx of cases to ensure mothers get the support they need from reluctant fathers?

An extensive study published in AARP magazine found that 46 percent of men reported cheating on their partners. Again, reality. What if these men impregnate the women they are having affairs with? How will this affect their wives, their children?

Do you believe men are suddenly going to stop having affairs because there is a new anti-abortion law?

I told you my abuser was young and married with two little babies. Imagine his wife, a young mother herself, having to deal not only with her cheating husband, but the publicity in a small town that he had abused a 16 year old child who might now be pregnant and having his baby. How might this have destroyed her life and her children’s lives?

Now multiply this over and over and over and over again, and think about your own 16 year old daughters, your little girls ages 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 …

Our constitutional rights are on the ballot this November. If passed, Kentucky’s Amendment 2 would block the right to abortion, no matter the reason, including rape, incest, and life of the mother. Do we want judges and politicians making the most difficult, life-changing, sometimes shame-filled medical decisions for us and our loved ones? The answer is no.

You have the right to privacy and the right to make your own choices, which are hard enough without government interference.

Their choices — your choices — are nobody’s business. I beg you to vote NO on Kentucky’s Amendment 2 in November.

Turn off the TV

Grandma Ann and Grandpa Red

When I was little, Grandpa Red got addicted to CBS soaps because CBS was the only channel that came in without static. He would park himself in front of the old Magnavox, with its tin-foiled rabbit ears, and watch The Young and The Restless, As the World Turns and The Guiding Light, scolding the female characters as if they could hear him. “You old witch, having an affair with a married man,” he might say, or “Go on, dress like that and get what’s coming!” and worse. Much, much worse.

Grandpa was a resentful, angry man, which he often took out on grandma in both word and deed, and watching his soaps every day, right on schedule, kept the devil awake in him.

I often hear that, because I am a Democrat, I am evil. I have a “radical left agenda,” someone might say, a “woke” woman focused on “pronouns” who wants to “defund the police” with “cancel culture” while giving away “free money” to people who aren’t “real Americans.”

To which I say please, turn off the TV.

In “The Unwinding: An inner history of the new America,” National Book Award winner George Packer describes how, decades ago, Newt Gingrich realized voters “got their politics on TV, and they were not persuaded by policy descriptions or rational arguments. They responded to symbols and emotions. Thy were growing more partisan, too, living in districts that were increasingly Democratic or Republican, liberal or conservative. Donors were more likely to send money if they could be frightened or angered, if the issues were framed as simple choices between good and evil.”

Gingrich was famous for sending memos and cassette tapes to fellow Republicans with lists of words to use in speeches and on TV to indoctrinate the masses: betray, cheat, corrupt, destroy, disgrace, elite, evil, gay, liberal, radical, sick, soft, status, taxes, welfare, to name a few.

It worked. It continues to work.

A few weeks ago, my dad called at 6:30 a.m. to wish me happy birthday and, no joke, it went something like, happy birthday, do you know that monkey pox is another gay thing, drugs are pouring over the border because Biden is soft, China is taking over our country, and the woke liberal elites do nothing but give away free money?

My dad watches Tucker Carlson, Sean Hannity, and Laura Ingraham. Can you tell? And by God, is he mad.

The same goes for CNN and MSNBC, albeit with better facts. These people are not there to give you news, they are there to entertain you, to keep your eyes on their channel, to make money. As Appalachian writer Skyler Baker-Jordan put it, “Cable news is basically ESPN for politics, but with a fewer ethics and higher stakes.”

Cable news anchors make millions using Gringrich-isms every night to keep their audiences angry and tuned in, groaning of late about the forgiveness of predatory student loan debt. Funny, I do not recall them mentioning men like Oklahoma GOP Rep. Markwayne Mullin, who received more than $1.4 million in forgiven PPP loans. Or Rep. Mike Kelly of Pennsylvania who tweeted, “Asking plumbers and carpenters to pay off the loans of Wall Street advisors and lawyers isn’t just unfair. It’s also bad policy,” after he received $987,237 in PPP loans, also forgiven.

Gov. Ron DeSantis said on TV last week, “We will fight the woke in our businesses, we will fight the woke in government agencies, we will fight the woke in our schools, we will never, ever surrender to the woke agenda.” Mr. Gingrich sure would be proud of his boy.

I have been told that, because I am a liberal, I want to “defund the police,” even as I have lunch with the Lawrenceburg Police Department once a month or so. I love those guys. I support them. Ask a local police officer if I want to defund them.

I am often told I am “woke” and “radical,” the irony being I have no idea what this is supposed to mean. I believe all Americans deserve private, affordable, accessible healthcare, that good teachers are like gold, and that all human beings are equal and deserve care and respect. If this is woke and radical, I’ll take it. Jesus was radical. What might some Christians think of him today?

And can someone explain how it is wrong to support those in marginalized communities like LGBTQ who are so often the subject of ridicule and cruelty? I would particularly like an answer to this question from local pastors who preach about the “evil” of being homosexual, that “Disney is coming for your children,” and that we are currently in a “civil war” against the other side.

Is this what Jesus would do? It seems some pastors would do well to turn off their TVs, too.

When I remember Grandpa Red, I see him sitting in his chair, eyes glued to his TV, spitting a stream of epithets like curare darts at female soap opera characters, angry at the world. He kept a giant, heavy roll of white butcher’s paper in the corner, and during the hours of 11 a.m. and 3 p.m., as he watched his soaps, he would roll the end of the butcher paper up onto a TV table, open his Bible, and meticulously copy verses in black ballpoint, with the zeal of a student, in the perfect penmanship of the architect he never got to be.

More guns in our schools? Here’s a 12 step program.

Step 9: Make direct amends wherever possible, except when to do so would injure others because they are weak and refuse to arm teachers. As it was in the beginning, it is now, and ever shall be, locked and loaded, amen.

Step 10: Continue to take personal inventory of the weapons in our classrooms and promptly admit when we are falling short on supply and need money. We believe in the God of guns, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. We believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, whom we all know would have survived under Pontius Pilate if only he had been carrying an AR-15. Duh!

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Fancy Farm is dead

Kelly Paul, wife of Kentucky Senator Rand Paul (AP Photo/Timothy D. Easley)

In the margins of my homework, next to a line I’d meant to be the big zinger, Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion fame wrote: Not funny, just mean, you missed the beat.

It was Winter 2006, I was taking a comedy writing class with Professor Keillor at the University of Minnesota, and I remember his red ink feedback because it hurt. Humor requires not only informed, intelligent observation and good writing skills, but profound empathy and masterful timing. Comedy writing, I would learn, is hard.

I thought of Keillor as I watched this year’s Fancy Farm speeches on KET and wondered what he might write in the margins of so many humorless speeches.

Kelly Paul, filling in for husband Rand Paul as he remained in Washington DC to inexplicably vote against a $35 cap on insulin, was downright beaming as she screamed, “Democrats went from a chicken in every pot to a drag queen in every school,” and “Come November, we’re going to say bye bye to the Democrats and their drag queens,” and “Democrats say America is a hateful nation, a racist nation.”

What Ms. Paul delivered from start to finish was a loud, hate-filled, Donald Trump rally speech minus Mr. Trump. Where were the jokes? Is this what masquerades as humor in 2022?

Commissioner of Agriculture Ryan Quarles opened his speech with the words, “Kelly Paul, wasn’t she amazing?” seemingly making this choice on the fly, so I wondered if Comm. Quarles heard humor that I’d somehow missed? Was it “amazing,” Comm. Quarles, to hear a senator’s wife punch down on Kentucky’s already-marginalized communities?

Back in class, we were taught that punching down was off limits. This was, in fact, the greatest sin you could commit in Keillor’s class, who taught us by example how to punch up. After a Feb. 2006 incident in which Dick Cheney shot his friend, Harry Whittington, while quail hunting on a Texas ranch, Keillor practiced his own potential zingers on us as if to say, “this way, this is how it’s done.” And we laughed until our cheeks hurt.

By the time we got to State Rep. Savannah Maddox’s Fancy Farm speech, the lack of laughter was deafening. “But let’s not forget what we’re really here to fight for,” she said, mirroring earlier comments by Ms. Paul, “the chance to dethrone Andy Beshear, the governor who shut down our state, closed schools, and harassed church-goers on Easter Sunday. I was standing up to the tyrant from day one.”

Was there a zinger in there somewhere? Did I miss it? Rep. Maddox went for the governor, the powerful, in her speech, but I suspect Keillor would have written on her paper in red ink as he’d written on mine: Not funny, just mean, you missed the beat.

In the end, it was not so much one line or one speech that stood out at Fancy Farm, it was the overall tone on a GOP-crowded stage. Fancy Farm is no longer about clever zingers and good old southern humor. As Western Kentucky native Jayne Waldrop, tweeted, “Wendell Ford was the king of zing. Just like everything else he has touched, McConnell ruined the spirit of the Fancy Farm picnic with his humorless brand of bused-in meanness.”

In the years after our class ended, I would often come across the jokes that Garrison Keillor had worked on in our class, and later perfected. Here is one of many: “Evidently some people were disappointed that Dick Cheney didn’t receive the Nobel Peace Prize, and believe me, I sympathize … face it, Mr. Obama is going to draw a bigger crowd than Mr. Cheney would have. When a man has shot somebody in the face with a shotgun, people are going to be reluctant to line up en masse in his presence lest he get excited again.” 

While we don’t expect our politicians to be professional humorists, this is the tone of the humor we expect from Fancy Farm. The gentle, obvious jab. The easy laugh. We did not get it, and I suspect Ms. Waldrop is right, that those days are over.

The Fancy Farm we knew is dead, and it is the mean-spiritedness of our GOP officeholders and candidates — the men and women who represent us — that killed it.

For Grady

For my birthday next wk, I will be matching donations up to $5,000 to help Camp Jean, a 501c3 rescue specializing in very needy dogs like Grady, who arrived yesterday with a gunshot wound to the face.

Please donate if you can by clicking HERE.

You might recall that Camp Jean is where we found our senior rescue, Abigail. They plucked her out of an overflowing shelter where she was scared, skinny, shy and deaf, with heart worms and hookworms. Today, Abigail is the happiest, sweetest dog in our house (don’t tell our other dogs ;).

And here is Grady last night post-surgery, all tucked in and loved.

Thank you thank you thank you for your support of this incredible organization here in my little Kentucky town. It takes all of us.

Letter to The Anderson News — Agritourism, Facts and Questions

In his June 13 opinion column, Editor Ben Carlson of The Anderson News opined on agritourism and Chris and Melissa Hanks’s wedding venue.

These are the facts:

The Hanks’s Conditional Use Permit, dated 6/15/17, describes their business as: Event & Wedding Barn, Agri-Tourism Building in an I-1 (Light Industrial) Zoning District.

The permit reads, during discussion, “Chairman Olszowy recommended that the application be amended to a request for agri-tourism use in an I-1 zoning district. He stated that agri-tourism encompassed many uses,” and then “a motion was made by Jeff Sauer, seconded by Jim Doss, to grant the conditional use permit to allow an agri-tourism use in an I-1 zoning district.”

Fast forward to April 21, 2022. The Fiscal Court’s Agritourism Committee held a meeting. I attended this public meeting and recall a lengthy discussion about agritourism in general and committee members drafting suggested parking language.

The official minutes bear this out, reading, in part: “under Agritourism Parking we want to add 1) For purposes permitted by right under the agricultural district, parking facilities may be located on a grass or gravel lot. 2) For uses permitted under special use permit parking may be either gravel or paved as determined by the Planning Commission.”

Based on these facts, there are obvious questions.

For The Anderson News editor: What was the purpose of your June 13 column? What was newsworthy?

For the Fiscal Court: Has official language been prepared by an attorney? When will this be on the court’s agenda for a vote?

For our citizens: If this were your business, would you be inclined to spend thousands of dollars to pave your parking lot — after years of having it be a non-issue — knowing the rule could change, literally, any day?

Colonels of Truth

Last night I talked to Progress Kentucky about running for local office, this country’s addiction to guns, the January 6 committee, and what happens when small town churches insert themselves into politics.

You can listen by clicking here or on the image below. Conversation starts at the 33 min mark.