Its a horse, it’s a bird... it’s American presented as only Budweiser can. From singing toilet seats and prostate cancer screenings to a man made of Pringles and a flying horse (sort of), this year’s Super Bowl commercials both hit and missed the intended spot. You got it — it’s time for my annual Super Bowl commercial review, complete with my top picks of the year and a few that should’ve stayed on the cutting-room floor. A little history first. I’ve been writing this column for more than 25...

------------------------ Still, deadlines are a necessary evil in the newspaper business, right up there with ink-stained hands, coffee that’s been reheated three times, and explaining—again—that we do not control the mail. With that said, the newspaper’s deadlines are returning to their original footing, and for once, the change actually makes sense. The reason is simple: the newspaper now has the opportunity to once again be a Wednesday publication. If you’ve been around newspapers for any...

I went rolling through the internet the other night. I do that sometimes, and I’m sure most of us have fallen down an internet rabbit hole at one time or another. This particular rabbit hole landed me on a local Buy, Sell and Trade Facebook page that represented itself as Robertson County. That caught my attention. My son Roy uses these pages all the time. I’ve overheard him complain more than once about how hard it is to tell what’s actually local and what’s coming from outside the county....