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I Found God in a Doughnut

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 19, 2008
As far as religion goes, some would say I'm a mess. Get this: Dad's Mom, Mimi, is a devout Catholic. At one time, she considered becoming a nun. At 91, armed with a wheelchair, she never misses Mas  

Kids Having Kids

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 12, 2008
When I was working on the "Bear" column that appeared here a few weeks ago, I wrote it in longhand one afternoon at the Main Library downtown. This is a luxury I usually don't have. More often tha  

Heavy Petting

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Dear Abby said that a girl could get knocked up from something called heavy petting. She didn't use the phrase "knocked up." She did say "heavy petting." I didn't know what heavy petting meant. L  

The Metro Bus Ruined Me

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 27, 2008
One factor that went into my choice for a new winter coat this year was whether or not the young kids who ride the Metro bus would respect me. I look like a scarf-wearing college boy when I step o  


0 Comments · Wednesday, February 20, 2008
When I walk into Madonna's on a Thursday afternoon, I can tell the mood is serious. I don't pay much attention. I'm on my cell phone talking over a story idea with a friend. Bartender Laura quickl  

Sit or Spin III

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Last month at the Laundromat, while sorting my clothes for the washer, I gave up, stuffing socks and shirts wherever they freaking fit. Trouble came marching toward me while I slipped coins in slot  

Dancing on the Ceiling

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Just when I think I've seen it all, someone like Jeremy Allen Millsaps shows up. Then I'm amazed all over again at the range of artistic activity that proliferates in a buttoned-down city like Cinc  

Darlene Showed Me the Way

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 30, 2008
For some reason, I've been running into my past lately -- people I thought were long gone from my life. It's a little unnerving at times as it brings back some memories I'd just as soon forget, but  

Caffeine Dream

1 Comment · Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I thought it'd be easy. I had no idea what I was facing. Wicked, flu-like symptoms. Achy, weak and lightheaded, I was overcome by a stinking depression. I crawled in to work, but when my boss stud  


0 Comments · Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I step off the No. 18 bus at Eighth and Walnut streets downtown. This is the morning after New Year's Day, and there's snow on the ground. It's windy and cold as hell. I decide to go to the Main P  

Crossing the Rhine

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I've been happier lately -- busy, moving with a new kind of buoyancy. The windows on my new "mid-town" apartment face south, and when the sun comes out it looks light and airy and gives my soul a l  


0 Comments · Wednesday, January 2, 2008
During the holidays, a friend and I went over to Cosmo's in Covington to have a few drinks. Crystal, our regular barmaid, has gotten to know me well enough to offer an honest observation. I notice  

Living Out Loud: : Paybacks Are Hell

The old girlfriend encounter

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 19, 2007
(Excerpt from Larry Gross' work in progress, The Hurricane Cafe: a Novel) I got through the morning as best I could. Since I'll be out of town next week, I submitted another column to Greg. It's d  

Living Out Loud: : Drug Choices

The same kind of freedom

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I was walking up East Eighth Street a few afternoons ago, heading toward the main library to return some books. I got stopped by an older man who asked for a cigarette. He had on a baseball cap, an  

Living Out Loud: : O Natalee, Where Art Thou?

Time to get out of Aruba

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 5, 2007
O Natalee, where art thou? Whatever. Two and a half years ago I cared a lot. Now, while I hope she's at peace and in a better place, I'm tired of the whole damn mess. When Natalee Holloway went m