CityBeat - Living Out Loud http://www.citybeat.com/cincinnati/articles.sec-154-1-living_out_loud.html <![CDATA[The Guardian of the Paper Mache Pig - ]]>

See this paper mache pig? My twin brother made this back in high school. My mother was the guardian of it until she died in 2000. Now, I have it.

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<![CDATA[The Gospel According to Peanuts - ]]>

The first Peanuts television special, A Charlie Brown Christmas, had been on TV the previous Christmas and that made me even more of a fan of the strip. I couldn’t get enough of Charlie Brown and company. 

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<![CDATA[A Bug Hanging out in My Kitchen - ]]>

 There’s pretty good pest control in the building where I live in Covington. I seldom ever see a bug, but I did the other day — a bug hanging out in my kitchen.

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<![CDATA[The Will to Live - ]]>

My phone rang fairly late one evening during the summer of 2000. I was in bed, but my son was still up. On the phone was a nurse from the nursing home in Vevay, Indiana. My mother was staying there recuperating from knee surgery — her left knee. She had her right one replaced a year earlier.

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<![CDATA[The Instigator - ]]>

I’ve always tried to be cordial to her, especially when I first moved into the building, but Beverly and I have never talked. In fact, she’s made it quite clear she doesn’t like me.

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<![CDATA[Vaping - ]]>

On September 22, 2013, around seven o’clock in the morning, I smoked my last Pall Mall cigarette. It was the last one in my pack and the last one I ever intended to inhale and exhale. I was going to give up tobacco for good.

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<![CDATA[The Last Time I Saw Melissa - ]]>

I found out about Melissa’s death on Dec. 15, 10 days before Christmas.

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<![CDATA[Meeting Aunt Jemima - ]]>

Once in a blue moon, and that blue moon can take years to come around, I feel like eating pancakes. I felt like it a few Saturday mornings ago.

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<![CDATA[Paying Attention - ]]>

I wrote about getting involved with a father slapping his child in the face in a grocery store in Clifton. Many readers thought I should have minded my own business.

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<![CDATA[Good Customer Service - ]]>

Walking home, I remembered being in a decent mood before I entered the store and now I felt pissed off. I’m in that damn Walgreens at least three times a week spending plenty of money. Why the hell would a cashier try to squeeze a little bit more out of me? And what business is it of hers if I want to drink Diet Coke? If I wanted to drink a gallon of Tide detergent, that’s my business and not hers.

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<![CDATA[In This Life - ]]>

Time has a way of healing, but Jered is always in my thoughts. The month of September brings him back full force.

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<![CDATA[Looking for Mr. McNabb - ]]>

When I moved to another apartment building here in Covington, Kentucky at the end of January, my decision was to stay pretty much to myself and not get involved with my neighbors.

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<![CDATA[Maybe 'Seinfeld' Saved My Life - ]]>

As luck would have it, or maybe it wasn’t luck at all, right across the street from the office was a bar called “Chuck’s Rockin’ Ranch.” But I never went to Chuck’s or drank on Thursdays. That was Seinfeld night. I didn’t want my head to be all fuzzy watching that show. It was always the highlight of my lonesome week.

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<![CDATA[Taking It to the Streets - ]]>

 All of these women have different stories to tell and each are selling their bodies for their own personal reasons. I could simplify those reasons and say it’s all about money to get drugs, but that would be too easy and would only be scratching the surface.

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<![CDATA[Laundry Day - ]]> I have laundry facilities in the basement of the apartment building where I’m now living. At 8 a.m., I thought I was getting an early start but there was Eve down there in the laundry room sitting at a table reading a book. I thought it could have been a Bible, but wasn’t sure. She eyeballed my two trash bags of dirty clothes.]]> <![CDATA[A Dog with No Name - ]]>

When I found out more about the dog late this past fall, I felt bad for what I’d been thinking all those months. I didn’t like the dog — whatever its name was. Turns out it didn’t even have one.

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<![CDATA[Stuck - ]]>

The elevator wasn’t moving. I looked at the digital sign in it. It kept flashing ‘7,’ then ‘G’ over and over again. I pressed ‘7’ again. Again, the elevator didn’t move. Stuck. I finally figured out I was stuck.

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<![CDATA[Stupid Grown-ups - ]]>

Patsy looks too young to have a small son. In fact, I didn’t know she did. I met him one afternoon two weeks ago. I wasn’t supposed to meet him at all, but I’m glad I was the one who was here to look out for him when he found himself with no family members around.

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<![CDATA[My Downtown Covington Normal - ]]> I’ve been living in downtown Covington, Ky., since the middle of July 2011. Having lived in Cincinnati for most of my adult life and with a lot of that time working and/or living downtown, Covington has been an adjustment for me. In my view, Downtown Covington isn’t anything like the city across the river. ]]> <![CDATA[Merry Christmas from Thelma and Roy - ]]>

Since Thelma and her new husband Bill didn’t really exist, they couldn’t attend my grandmother’s funeral.

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