Someone was asking me what my column is about (interpretation: “What’s the point here, Kenny?”) Maybe this is something I should have already written about.
If you’re wondering what Kenny’s Corner is, pull up a chair. Or better yet, come sit around the fire pit for a minute. Don’t worry, you don’t have to stay long. This isn’t a lecture.
This column is meant to spark conversation. The kind that starts at the dinner table, pops up on the drive to work, or resurfaces later when you say, “I don’t know if I agree with that… but he made a point.” Sometimes it’ll make you laugh. Sometimes it’ll make you think. And every now and then, it might act like a mirror and ask a simple question: Is this who we are?
We’re going to talk about a little bit of everything here. Community. Culture. Faith. Growth. Change. Sports. Life. Different topics, same destination. Unity. Not the kind where everyone nods politely and pretends to agree, but the kind where we can disagree, laugh, and still sit next to each other without flipping the table.
What Kenny’s Corner won’t be is angry. It won’t be preachy. It won’t be a political shouting match. There’s enough of that floating around already. This is more of a thinking space. A breathing space. A “let’s talk about it without yelling” space.
I’m writing as all of me. Your neighbor. A friend. A comedian who believes laughter lowers defenses. A teacher who believes understanding matters. A follower of Christ who believes love should show up before opinions do. You don’t have to agree with me to be welcome here. You just have to be willing to listen and maybe chuckle once or twice.
This corner is for Fairfield County, Blythewood, and anybody willing to listen in. Small towns like ours matter. We have to stick together, but we also have to stay involved, so we don’t wake up one day wondering how everything changed without us being part of the conversation. We have a lot to contribute if we do it together. And if we’re honest, we could be having a lot more fun while we prosper along the way.
Since this is Christmas, it feels right to say this plainly. To me, Christmas is about God becoming a man. God could’ve given us anything material, but instead He gave us Himself. Love with skin on it. Sacrifice made personal. That part still matters.
And in this economy, the only thing I can give you is a hug or some thoughts and prayers. I’m still a teacher, after all.
So welcome to Kenny’s Corner. The chairs might wobble a little, and the fire might crackle too loud, but you’re invited.
Merry Christmas to you and yours. This is just the beginning.
Kennedy Robertson, an educator and comedian, is a Ridgeway native.
