Many have shared their memories of Charlie Webster this past week and tonight, as I write, I am moved to share mine.
In a large way, Charlie was Carrollton to me. I first met him as my pharmacist working out of the old drug store on the square, but soon we connected in a much closer way. Both unrepentant Democrats, we shared our experiences and beliefs in that party over the years. Our stories of old-time politics in small Kentucky towns were made real by our memories of our parents and grandparents.