I live in Clifton -- Gaslight District -- and usually get my groceries at Keller's IGA. It's a little bit more expensive than other grocery stories but I've come to know all the people who work the  

On my birthday, friend Sara and I went over to Arlin's in Clifton, went outside on their deck and had a few drinks. We were having a good old time, but it didn't take long for it to get interrupted  

"When I was driving in California last week, I was paying over 4 bucks a gallon for gas. Don't you think that's outrageous?" "No," I replied. "I don't think you paid enough." "What?" "You should   

Reviews of Shari Goldhagen's debut novel, Family and Other Accidents, have been so positive that she might not have to return to stalking celebrities for a living. She's done that kind of work f  

I can't remember exactly when I met Ellen. We were both drinking at a bar in Clifton and both pretty drunk. After the bar closed, we walked back to my place and fucked. This sort of established a r  

Coming downtown on the last Tuesday in March was a mistake. Light rain was falling, and the sidewalks were slick. Still recovering from foot surgery, I was having difficulty walking. I decided to   

In the three years I've written or edited this column I've never written anything about George W. Bush, and I'm not starting now because he's coming to Cincinnati to throw out the first pitch at th  

When I painfully got into the cab, the driver said, "How do you do?" He was an older man with a white afro and brown skin that looked like leather. He was wearing a black cap. His large hands were   

I've been sitting on my ass a lot lately. Of course, that's how one usually sits, but I've gotten pretty damn tired of it. Last Monday I went back to the doctor and got some good news: I can start   

Dear Paris Hilton, How it's going? You know, I'm not much for celebrity news; but when it's thrown in my face on a constant basis, I guess I need to pay a little attention to it -- and you've bee