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Nightmare on York Street

5 Comments · Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Outside of the words I'd prepared, I remember very little of what I said on stage at York Street Cafe in Newport last month. I do remember, after realizing I was totally screwed, saying, "I'm totally screwed," but that's about it. I thought I more or less knew what I was getting into that night. I thought I was prepared. I can be pretty stupid at times.  

These Friends of Mine

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I have a few stories I'd like to tell about some of these friends of mine. There's the man in the minivan, the treasure seeker, the bartender, the closeted lesbian, the chronic dater, the asshole and even an volunteer for Stop AIDS. Despite their quirks, I think I'll keep this bunch.  

Another Lunch with Andrea

1 Comments · Wednesday, June 16, 2010
"I mean, I have to buy all my gas at BP now." "What?" I said. "Yeah, it's costing them a fortune to clean that mess up," Andrea says. "I gotta do my part to help them out." My mouth is hanging open now, but the good news is that our food has finally arrived.  

Parenthood

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 2, 2010
My daughter had a birthday last week and my son last month. With both firmly now in their twenties and lives of their own, I don't see them together that much anymore. That's why I like it when those birthdays roll around. It means we'll do dinner somewhere. It means we'll be together.   

Just Stuff

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I've never considered myself much of a pack rat. Furniture, clothes, dishes, books — I've never had any trouble selling, throwing out or giving away things I don't want or no longer need. They're just material processions. Most of it isn’t important to me. There are some exceptions, however. If you would walk through my living space, you'd probably notice a few things that wouldn’t appear to have much material value at all. Some would call it just stuff that needs to be tossed out, but it's stuff I can't bring myself to part with.  

Ludlow Reunion

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Last week I wrote about how The Most Miserable Man in Cincinnati has moved from downtown to my neck of the woods in Westwood. After our bus ride together, it got me thinking it’s time to move. Bus rides with Lee are something I don’t want to make a habit of. Thinking about moving got me thinking of Clifton.  

The Most Miserable Man in Cincinnati

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I’m not in the mood to deal with Lee. I haven’t seen him in almost a year. He lives in an apartment building downtown close to the CityBeat offices. I and other CityBeaters who smoke are more or less forced to listen to his ignorant, often racist remarks as we puff on our cigarettes outside on the sidewalk. I’ve often referred to him as “The most miserable man in Cincinnati.”  

My Crutch

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 21, 2010
When I was diagnosed with diabetes more than 10 years ago, I was also informed that I have neuropathy — nerve damage in my legs and feet, one of my side effects of being diabetic. I had some numbness in my feet, but I didn't have a difficult time getting around. Not any more.  

Chicken Liver

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday was my lucky day. Kroger had chicken liver on sale. Lightly breaded and packaged in a plastic container, it cost me less than a buck for 24 chicken livers. As I put the container in my cart, I told myself chicken liver is good for me. Whether it is or not, I haven’t bothered to check.  

Not Being There

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Donald (or that's what I’m going to call him here) is an older guy and a Vietnam War vet. To his way of thinking, we should have just blown that country up and started it over. "Death's a part of life," he said as I was speaking with bartender Laura about a sick mutual friend. "You just die — no fun, but you just do it."