Kentucky Footnotes is Byron Crawford's third compilation of columns originally published by The Courier-Journal, where he served as the newspaper's Kentucky Columnist for nearly three decades. His first two books, Crawford's Journal, published in 1986, and Kentucky Stories, in 1994, have sold thousands of copies and remain popular among lovers of Kentucky lore. The San Francisco Chronicle once described Byron as The Courier-Journal's "muddy shoes reporter," and the late Charles Kuralt of CBS News proclaimed him "the best storyteller in Kentucky, if you count only the ones who tell the truth." In Kentucky Footnotes, readers will find a memorable collection of some of the stories that helped make this Hall of Fame journalist among the most widely-read writers at The Courier-Journal.

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER THE WALL STREET JOURNAL BESTSELLER From the founder of Kentucky Sports Radio and attorney Matt Jones, a withering, humorous look at how Mitch McConnell has been bad for Kentucky—and why he needs to be voted out in 2020. They say all politics is local. In 2020, Mitch McConnell will have served five full terms as a US Senator. Thirty years. The Senate Majority leader’s power is as undeniable as it is infuriating, and the people of Kentucky have had enough. Led by Matt Jones, they (and they alone) have the power to oust him from office. How did Jones, a local boy turned attorney turned sports radio host come to shine the brightest light on McConnell’s ineptitude? Simple—he knows Kentucky inside and out, and has used the state’s love of sports as an entry point for showcasing how McConnell has failed his fellow citizens both economically and socially for three decades. Entertaining, maddening, yet ultimately inspiring, these stories from Kentuckians in each of its 120 counties illustrate the Senate Majority leader’s stunning shortcomings. Jones infuses his trademark wit and wisdom throughout, while also offering a beautiful portrait of a state with arguably the most untapped potential in our country. Ultimately, the white-hot hatred for McConnell on the coasts is just white noise. Only the people of Kentucky can remove him from office. Here, Matt Jones demonstrates he has the influence, charisma, and institutional knowledge to lead the charge. He and his fellow Kentuckians have had enough—and they’re ready for a fight.

Kentucky Bluegrass Country by R. Gerald Alvey Horse breeding, the cultures of tobacco and bourbon, the forms of architecture, the codes of the hunt, the traditions of gambling and dueling, convivial celebrations, regional foodways-all of these are ingredients in the folklife of the Inner Bluegrass Region that is the focus of this fascinating book. R. Gerald Alvey (retired) was a professor of folklore and English at the University of Kentucky.

This book is about the author’s (my) life including my ancestors who came into Colonial America from Northern Ireland in 1746. This book is also about me growing up on the farm. There are episodes given such as the time when I was about 10 years old and had the chore of taking two gallons of skim milk to feed about eight 200 pounds pigs their desert so to speak. On at least one occasion, the pigs surrounded me and ran into the pail of skim milk resulting in me getting a skim milk bath. My educational journey started in a two-room country school where the eighth grade included four girls and me. My educational journey continued through high school, University undergraduate and graduate school where the high light of my learning was the spookiness of quantum physics. My goal began to be realized when I started doing and leading biomedical research activity in 1974 and then after 30 plus years of research and over 200 peer reviewed research papers I was awarded the Discovery Research Metal from the research society I helped found several years earlier. It is important to note that my relative that came from Northern Ireland was a Loyalist Colonel in command of a militia in the Revolutionary War. Several of my close relatives were in the Civil War on the Union side. Many of their graves are within one-half mile of the farm where I grew up. At least two of my close relatives died in a Confederate prison in Virginia. President Abe Lincoln’s birthplace was about sixty-five miles away from the home farm.