On a hot, sticky Thursday afternoon, I got on the No. 17 Metro to go home. The consulting job had been a bear that day, and I couldn't wait to leave it. The bus was sort of crowded, but there were   

Next month I'll be moving downtown and away from Clifton's Gaslight District. It's probably time for me to throw some stuff out. The center drawer in the desk in my study is a complete mess; and o  

I moved to Cincinnati from Athens, Ohio, around seven months ago. It's great that I can keep my Ohio license plate, driver's license and Ohio taxes -- but really, I moved to another state. Not   

It was December 4, 2001, and my father would die in four days. He'd been diagnosed four years earlier with chronic lymphatic leukemia and was receiving hospice care at home. My siblings and I had d  

Those who know me know I take friendships very seriously. For a friend, short of murdering someone, I'll do just about anything -- including urinating on his or her behalf. I have a good friend wh  

By Larry Gross Where the hell does the time go? I turned around last week and suddenly realized I've become an old geezer. I had a birthday. Turned 53. While that doesn't exactly make me old, I'm n  

So there I was, holding the postcard that U.P.S. had sent me. It claimed they had sent what I told you, dear brother, they were going to send. But I pity the fool who believes that. As my brother, y  

When I turned on the television and viewed the news that 32 people died in a Virginia Tech classroom in Blacksburg, I thought at first it was a movie. I changed the channel repeatedly, making sure.  

Doug was slowly nursing his second beer at a seedy Covington bar. He came into the place that afternoon to meet up with Paul, who owed him 50 bucks. Doug wasn't all that familiar with Covington and  

The old man picked a bad time to come into the store. We were short-handed on that Monday morning, and I was anxious to leave my part-time consulting job at Elgin Office Equipment downtown because   

The monks sat on a platform around an open area. They faced outward toward the sea. They were on an island, so each of them faced the ocean. What were they protecting? A village dog. A village dog   

When people start to recognize me on the street, that's when I think I've been writing this column too long. I was standing outside 810 Main St. downtown, smoking a cigarette and taking a break fr  

For a while now, I've carried a knife. During my horse training years, knives were essential tools. Three times a day, hay bale twine had to be cut to feed the horses. Bare hands couldn't break twi  

The line is rather long this evening, and I could try to sneak by in the 15-items-or-less lane but the thing is I have at least 20 items, and the girl at the register seems to always take notice of  

Susan and I happened to meet on a sidewalk downtown last week. She and I worked together back in 1994, and I probably haven't seen her in almost 10 years. I asked if she still stayed in touch with