CityBeat - Living Out Loud http://www.citybeat.com/cincinnati/articles.sec-154-1-living_out_loud.html <![CDATA[Not Keeping Up with the Kardashians - ]]>

Keeping up with the Kardashians isn’t about reality. It’s pure plastic, pure phony baloney. It’s rich people who have done nothing to deserve that wealth and status and who think they have real problems and issues to deal with. They don’t.

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<![CDATA[Kindness in Covington - ]]>

I decided to brave that slope with my quad cane and my old, rickety folding utility cart. I told myself I could handle this just fine. I was telling myself a lie.

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<![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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