A Page 1 Enquirer story described
sometime violent misbehavior in Hamilton County courtrooms and
courthouse hallways. A headline said there was chaos in the judges’
“chambers.” Wrong. The story didn’t say that.
I thought I was done with pitbulls, with thinking about little Zanaibou Drame and all the Internet postulating about the two. But the Cincinnati police shooting last Friday of a stray pitbull in Bond Hill brought it all back to me.
It was the day after I retired from The Enquirer and Rick Pender, an editor at CityBeat, asked me to consider being this paper’s lead columnist.
“I don’t have an opinion every week worth 750 words,” I told him. We left it at that.
Three Al-Jazeera English journalists were convicted in
Egypt on terrorism charges in a trial that was politically motivated.
They have been detained for 177 days and will now serve seven years in
prison in a decision that has outraged human rights groups. WORLD -2
I run into my oldest brother going into
the new bookstore across from Fountain Square and he’s coming in off
Vine Street and we hug a good, long time; it’s one of those double hugs,
where you hug and, just before the release, you squeeze again.
Irresponsible pitbull owners fit a profile.
There is something inherently ominous,
mysterious, latently vicious and even irresponsibly deadly about
pitbulls and their owners that most people are either afraid of or
unable to name.
Millions of student debtors now qualify to use “Pay as You
Earn” to repay their loans after President Obama signed an executive
order June 9. Debtors won’t have to pay more than 10 percent of monthly
incomes, and after 20 years anything left is forgiven.
For many Cincinnatians, the scariest part
of going across the Western Hills Viaduct is not knowing which lane you
should be in as you wrap around that McDonald’s that greets you on the
West Side — one wrong turn and you could be headed down State Street and
wondering both what year it is and if parts of Gummo were filmed
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.
I’d naturally thought all along that he
had wanted to disappear, that he was not “taken” by anyone else and as
the days wore on and there was no sign of him I secretly thought maybe
he’d killed himself, troubled by some gut-deep darkness only he could