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Dealing With Cake Withdrawal

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 6, 2006
I went to see my doctor early in July, and 10 minutes after I got there I was admitted to University Hospital's emergency room with a blood sugar level that was off the chart. All the equipment cou  

At Home on the Prairie

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 5, 2006
Garrison Keillor was standing on his front porch in Minneapolis the first time I saw him. It was very early, and it was still dark when we pulled into his driveway. He was very tall, and he had a la  

The Music of the Night

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 7, 2006
The Jazz guitar player Kenny Poole, who died last week of cancer, was an awkward man. He was well over 6 feet tall, and his legs were as gangly as a stork's. He carried his own cushion, which he pl  

Guest Last Call for the Appalachians

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 3, 2006
Cincinnati has had a lot of "eccentrics," but I always had a soft spot for an old woman named May Stidham. You could usually find her perched on a naughahyde bar stool at a now-defunct joint called  

The Bookshop in the Lane

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 5, 2006
Mike Markiewicz, who owned the small bookstore on Woodward Street a block north of me, moved to Columbus this morning. He left, as T.S. Eliot said, "not with a bang but a whimper." Mike was a famil  

Name Dropping

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Irma Lazarus -- patron of the arts, grande dame, visionary and one of Cincinnati's most notable women -- counted celebrities like Beverly Sills and Carol Channing among her friends, along with a ho  

The Traipsin' Woman

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 1, 2006
Ma Crow is a small woman with tiny hands and feet and long, thick strands of dark, wavy hair that she wears caught up in a comb on one side of her face. When you look at her sometimes you can see cl  

Playing Through

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 4, 2006
I have always thought my decline began in earnest about 12 years ago when I had a gig with a Bluegrass band at a Northern Kentucky country club. I drove over in a wet winter twilight with zero visib  

Pocketful of Change

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Change has come, not quietly, the way you hope it would, like Sandburg's "little cat feet." Instead it's come in the roar of hurricanes and natural disasters, erupting volcanoes, tsunamis. Our diffi  

Where the Holler Meets the Hardtop

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 2, 2005
"The weatherman's a'runnin' with the dry cows," Moon Mullins used to say on dreary winter afternoons in 1977 and 1978, when the temperatures went to 25 below zero two years in a row. Those were a co