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Fall Back

1 Comments · Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I should probably make a note of it somewhere. This Sunday, we turn our clocks back an hour — you know, “spring forward, fall back.” I usually never remember to do it until days later while constantly being confused as to what time it really is.  

Dollars and Sense

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 14, 2009
At a convenient store on Main Street a few weeks ago, a guy was trying to buy a pack of cigarettes with some coin dollars. He had six of them. The cashier was giving him a hard time about it. The cashier told him he needed real dollars, not the “fake” coins he was offering. Frustrated, the customer threw down the coins, reached into his wallet and pulled out a five-dollar bill and a one.  

Rikki, Cops and Cucumbers

2 Comments · Wednesday, September 30, 2009
On that Friday afternoon, when the guy awkwardly climbed over the roped-off section to get to the outside tables in front of Knock Back Nat's on Seventh Street, I had a feeling we were in for trouble. Just a few minutes earlier, I had to step around the same guy at the Garfield Market just around the corner on Vine Street.  

Benj Clarke Is Living the Dream

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I’m sort of playing “navigation lady” with my friend Benj Clarke. We’re both on our cell phones with Benj trying to locate my secluded street in Westwood. It doesn’t take him long to figure out how to get here, but why would it? He was the circulation manager at CityBeat, so he knows Cincinnati’s streets pretty well. He also loves The Beatles, as do I, and I could always tell that music is where his heart is — that being a full time musician was his dream. That dream is now a reality.  

Having Talent and Being Competitive

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 9, 2009
One of the things I like about Facebook is finding old friends I’ve been out of contact with. One of those friends is Donita. We went to elementary and high school together, and we both lived in East Enterprise, Ind. Donita still does. She sent me a Facebook message saying she’s been trying to find me. She’s been holding a plaque that my twin brother and I won from a school talent show. I’m guessing the year is probably 1962.  

Tomfoolery

3 Comments · Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I admit that my restaurant of choice, the Applebee's in Western Hills, showed very little imagination on my part, but it was going to be fun seeing my friends Jan and Jim again. Looking at the menu, I asked our young waitress how good the BBQ chicken salad was. "Oh, it's great," she said. "Really?" I asked. "Would you tell me if it wasn't great? Would you tell me if it sucked?" The waitress gave me a surprised, odd look, and Jan and Jim were probably looking at each other, saying to themselves, "There he goes again."   

Looking for the Good

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 12, 2009
So far this year, I haven’t visited any of the New England states. I love it there — being around those small mountains of trees that are close to the ocean. When I’m away from New England too long, I find ways to remind myself that someday maybe I’ll get to live there. For example, my party lights arrived in the mail yesterday — little lighthouses that I now have hanging up in my bedroom area in my studio apartment in Westwood.  

Bedbugs on Holiday Schedule

1 Comments · Wednesday, July 29, 2009
People tell me they like my bus stories. Well, I've got a million of 'em, and you're about to get another one. On July 3, the afternoon before the holiday, I was going to meet a friend downtown for drinks. Busing it, I waited for the 64 on Werk Road, allowing myself plenty of time to get there by 3 p.m. We were meeting at the Public Library downtown, where I could kill a little time before meeting my buddy.   

Remembering Teri

1 Comments · Wednesday, July 15, 2009
One Friday afternoon, I got a call from the head of security and met with him in his office. He told me someone was vomiting in the ladies restroom, located near the accounting office, every afternoon. The person doing the vomiting wasn’t cleaning up her mess very well and he had it narrowed down to one of two women who worked in my department. He asked me if I had any suspicions as to which one it was...   

A Thong and a Prayer

3 Comments · Wednesday, July 1, 2009
An older man wearing a Cincinnati Reds baseball cap was near me on the bus, and his hands were shaking a little. He was singing: "Precious memories, how they linger/ How they ever flood my soul." The girl wearing the pink thong touched my hand and whispered in my ear. "Kind of like being in church, ain't it?"