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Midnight in France

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 14, 2009
When she walked into Buddakhan bar and restaurant downtown on New Year’s Eve afternoon, I wasn’t paying attention. Sitting at the far end of the bar, I was busy sulking while drinking a vodka and cranberry. I was thinking of my therapist, who tells me I shouldn’t let other people’s negative energy or behavior affect my mood.  

Living It in 2008

0 Comments · Tuesday, December 30, 2008
For better or for worse, I usually end up writing most of the columns in this Living Out Loud space — and that was no different in 2008. Sometimes I think I’ll run out of things to write about, but something always happens. That something is life. If you’re living with your eyes open — or out loud — the well never really runs dry.  

Ramona

1 Comments · Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Ramona was driving the 64 Metro bus when I first moved to Westwood in the spring. I have this habit of sitting in the front seat right next to the driver. I don't ever expect the drivers to talk to me, but Ramona did. At first it was polite talk about the weather and traffic and such, but after a while our conversations became more personal. Often times when I'd get on the bus I'd be the only person riding. Those were the days I liked the most. It was like having my own personal taxi driver.  

Looking for the Joy

1 Comments · Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Back in 1993 Jered told me to look for the joy in life every day. He said life is too short, so try and make each day count. He said if changes in my life weren't working out, then find other ones that would. He said he'd be there to help me find the joy. Years later, I sometimes wonder if he knew this encouragement, especially on that Christmas at the airport, would get me through.   

Lunch With Andrea

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I couldn't believe Andrea was putting more salt on her French fries. We were having lunch together at the Frisch's on Glenway Avenue. She got the Big Boy platter but paid more money and substituted onion rings for the cole slaw. I had the salad bar that features, of course, iceberg lettuce.  

My Bartender and Bar Politics

8 Comments · Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I think that bartenders are like therapists for some people. You say things you wouldn't normally tell anybody else. That was my case with Laura. Over the three plus years I've known her she's seen just about every side of me. She listened to my ramblings and babblings beyond when she probably could stand it.  

The Left View

1 Comments · Wednesday, October 29, 2008
When taking walks in my neighborhood in Westwood, I see political signs for U.S. Rep. Steve Chabot all over the place. I’m currently living in what’s considered a Republican and conservative community, but apparently we have a few Democrats here too. It does my heart good to see Steve Driehaus signs scattered here and there. I like the Driehaus television commercials. He often ends his TV.ads by saying, “Steve Chabot’s not a bad guy. He’s just been in Washington too long.”   

Reflecting Over Crab Rangoon and Smiles

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 15, 2008
I'm sitting at the bar in Buddakhan restaurant at 713 Vine St. downtown. It's late Thursday afternoon, and I'm having my usual vodka and tonic. I'm starting to feel more relaxed, less grumpy. Maybe the surroundings have something to do with my improving mood.  

Power Surge

0 Comments · Thursday, September 25, 2008
I moved to Westwood this past spring, and I like it just fine. That feeling didn't change on Sept. 14, when the electric power went off. As of this writing, it's still off. I guess we have Hurricane Ike to thank.   

Love and Marriage and Being Gay

0 Comments · Tuesday, September 23, 2008
My head’s killing me this morning. I have a headache because I’m thinking too much about same-sex marriages and all the judgmental crap that goes with it. I have Gary and William, my gay friends — indirectly — to thank for the Tylenol I’m taking. I met them in the fall of 1994.