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Kindness in Covington

0 Comments · Friday, August 1, 2014
I decided to brave that slope with my quad cane and my old, rickety folding utility cart. I told myself I could handle this just fine. I was telling myself a lie.   

The Guardian of the Paper Mache Pig

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 2, 2014
See this paper mache pig? My twin brother made this back in high school. My mother was the guardian of it until she died in 2000. Now, I have it.   

The Gospel According to Peanuts

0 Comments · Tuesday, June 3, 2014
The first Peanuts television special, A Charlie Brown Christmas, had been on TV the previous Christmas and that made me even more of a fan of the strip. I couldn’t get enough of Charlie Brown and company.    

A Bug Hanging out in My Kitchen

3 Comments · Thursday, May 1, 2014
 There’s pretty good pest control in the building where I live in Covington. I seldom ever see a bug, but I did the other day — a bug hanging out in my kitchen.   

The Will to Live

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 2, 2014
My phone rang fairly late one evening during the summer of 2000. I was in bed, but my son was still up. On the phone was a nurse from the nursing home in Vevay, Indiana. My mother was staying there recuperating from knee surgery — her left knee. She had her right one replaced a year earlier.  

The Instigator

1 Comment · Monday, March 3, 2014
I’ve always tried to be cordial to her, especially when I first moved into the building, but Beverly and I have never talked. In fact, she’s made it quite clear she doesn’t like me.  

Vaping

1 Comment · Wednesday, February 5, 2014
On September 22, 2013, around seven o’clock in the morning, I smoked my last Pall Mall cigarette. It was the last one in my pack and the last one I ever intended to inhale and exhale. I was going to give up tobacco for good.  

The Last Time I Saw Melissa

0 Comments · Tuesday, December 31, 2013
I found out about Melissa’s death on Dec. 15, 10 days before Christmas.   

Meeting Aunt Jemima

2 Comments · Monday, December 2, 2013
Once in a blue moon, and that blue moon can take years to come around, I feel like eating pancakes. I felt like it a few Saturday mornings ago.  

Paying Attention

2 Comments · Wednesday, October 30, 2013
I wrote about getting involved with a father slapping his child in the face in a grocery store in Clifton. Many readers thought I should have minded my own business.  

Good Customer Service

1 Comment · Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Walking home, I remembered being in a decent mood before I entered the store and now I felt pissed off. I’m in that damn Walgreens at least three times a week spending plenty of money. Why the hell would a cashier try to squeeze a little bit more out of me? And what business is it of hers if I want to drink Diet Coke? If I wanted to drink a gallon of Tide detergent, that’s my business and not hers.
  

In This Life

2 Comments · Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Time has a way of healing, but Jered is always in my thoughts. The month of September brings him back full force.   

Looking for Mr. McNabb

3 Comments · Friday, August 2, 2013
When I moved to another apartment building here in Covington, Kentucky at the end of January, my decision was to stay pretty much to myself and not get involved with my neighbors.  

Maybe 'Seinfeld' Saved My Life

0 Comments · Monday, July 1, 2013
As luck would have it, or maybe it wasn’t luck at all, right across the street from the office was a bar called “Chuck’s Rockin’ Ranch.” But I never went to Chuck’s or drank on Thursdays. That was Seinfeld night. I didn’t want my head to be all fuzzy watching that show. It was always the highlight of my lonesome week.  

Taking It to the Streets

1 Comment · Friday, May 31, 2013
 All of these women have different stories to tell and each are selling their bodies for their own personal reasons. I could simplify those reasons and say it’s all about money to get drugs, but that would be too easy and would only be scratching the surface.