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Still Alive (Review)

Herbert Gold (Arcade)

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Herbert Gold is a Buckeye, born and raised in the Cleveland area, but he's lived in California for many years and is one of the last of the San Francisco beatniks. This memoir on his life is smart, crisp and feisty. Perhaps he's a bit all over the place, but that's part of the fun.   

Babies and Strollers

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I live in Westwood these days but still find myself downtown often. On this particular Friday afternoon, I'm on a No. 6 bus heading in that direction.  

Made in Japan

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 30, 2008
When I got up that morning, a Sunday, I remembered it was her birthday. I tried to dismiss the thought. We were no longer what you'd consider friends.  

Heavy Questions

1 Comments · Wednesday, July 16, 2008
When we met on Fountain Square that afternoon, we talked about something, but I'll be damned if I can remember what either one of us said. My mind wasn't on the conversation. My mind was on her fat  

A Good Sunday

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 25, 2008
On that Sunday morning, after giving myself an insulin shot, I had my normal breakfast: cereal with soymilk and a wheat bagel. I then went into the shower. It was Father's Day, and I wanted to get   

Her Anonymous Life

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Suddenly, people are looking for her. Over the past few weeks, I've received three e-mails regarding an interview I did with writer D.B. Wells in CityBeat in early 2005. All three, each from a diff  

The Problem I Have With Henry

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I hang out a lot at Madonna's Bar and Grill downtown. Talking to regular customer Tony, trying to get inside my friend Izzy's head and giving bartender Laura a hard time are my idea of a good time.  

A Hot Potato

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 14, 2008
When I saw Doug walking around at Findlay Market last Wednesday, a sly smile came to my face. There was no doubt in my mind I'd approach him. Our friendship started more than 18 years ago. We work  

She Was Somebody

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 23, 2008
As strange as it might seem, for the past few years I've started most mornings looking through the local obituaries online. On March 3, I finally could stop. My friend passed away. She was difficu  

The Pleasure of Her Company

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 2, 2008
After having a rather childish argument with a female friend, the smart thing for me would have been to simply go home. I seldom do the smart thing. There I was walking down Monmouth Street in New