Wow. Another day, another sex scandal.

The biggest news of last week? Tiger Woods and his alleged 31-month affair with Jaimee Grubbs.

The biggest news of this week ? Tiger Woods and his alleged sexual affairs with half the planet. At least it’s just the female half.

What is particularly bizarre about this mega sex scandal is that my husband worked with Jaimee. She was on a show that he produced, titled " Tool Academy ." And as my mother-in-law Sally Sue was shocked to discover, it wasn't about tools at all.

At first I felt somehow connected to this whole Tiger Woods fiasco. You know that whole 6 Degrees of Separation, the concept that we are only 6 people away from EVERYONE on earth.

Mr. Woods has managed to have trysts and sexual escapades pretty much around the globe. Even my local car mechanic supposedly has a niece in Cairo that rooms with a girl that has slept with Tiger.

To the Editor: I don't know if this issue has been addressed in the local paper yet or not, but I found out something over the weekend that disturbed me.

I normally get rid of our old items and clothing via Hutchinson Freecycle, but when they don't get picked up after awhile, they end up being donated.

Instead of driving all the way out to the Goodwill Saturday, I stopped next to one of those red donation boxes that I've been seeing all over town. My husband stopped me.

He told me those boxes, which read "clothing and shoe donations" are misleading.
Instead of going to people who are in need, they are being shipped off somewhere out of state for someone to break down and use for the bare materials. He said they tried to go to Wichita with their crooked boxes, and Wichita told them no.

Why is Hutchinson allowing this? Is Hutch getting some sort of a profit from these crooks?

Hutchinson resident

HUTCHINSON -- I got a call early last week in which the voice told me a Reno County attorney had placed a spent hand grenade on the ledge of the jury box in an effort to get his client cleared of forgery charges. The jury convicted her in about 15 minutes.

Maybe if he’d put two grenades … I dunno … the whole thing made no sense to me.

I laughed and guffawed and slapped one of my creaky knees and thanked the caller for the tip. It certainly had great ridicule potential, I said into the phone. Beyond that, I wasn’t so sure, so I slept on it.

The next morning I shrugged it off because you have to be in a perverse state of mind to ridicule someone publicly -- not that that’s a deal-breaker; it’s not. I’m as perverted as I need to be -- and more perverted than you -- sometimes.

Or you have to firmly believe in the idiocy of the event.. I wasn’t sold yet, so I slept, woke up and shrugged. Not much of a story, I thought. It has no legs, it won’t go anywhere. And besides, it’s Kepfield ... Sam Kepfield … who often serves as his own Pied Piper, following music no one hears down a path no one ever goes.

Maybe I’ve lost my news judgment, or maybe I’m just lazy. But either way, I cringed when every media outlet from here to Kansas City swooped into town to interview Kepfield and take pictures of the spent grenade and Judge Rome’s empty courtroom.

And there I was, breathing in their dust, wondering, “How the hell is this a story?”