Former Indian Hill Police Chief Larry Chadwell got himself arrested yesterday. Apparently he drove to Walnut Hills to expose himself to a woman and her two-year old-daughter.
If you would please, click here to read more about it—then I have a couple questions.
Just two really.
1) The police department in Indian Hills is called “The Indian Hill Rangers.” Doesn’t that sound a little like a Chip ‘n Dale dance group?
2) Chadwell lives in Williamsburg. Why did he drive all the way to Walnut Hills to expose himself? Couldn’t he have saved some time and expense by exposing himself where he lives?
I mean, I’m just asking.
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As I write this, I’m a bit down. I’m human. I can be a bit down if I want to be.
Getting older. . . health issues, always them goddamn health issues. . . now walking with a cane a lot of the time, only 56-years-old (no, that’s not old). . . enough money but never quite enough. . .I’ve been a writer for over ten years now but still people, actually some friends, make me feel like I’m wasting my life because I want to write for a living and not get back into accounting work. . . just a lot of shit right now too much of the time.
Feeling sorry for me yet? You don’t have to. If having a blog means I can vent, then let me vent. It’s my damn blog.
Sorry. I’ll stop my rant now. I’ll stop feeling sorry for myself.
Calming myself down, playing the mandolin helps.
I wrote about it once in the Living Out Loud column in CityBeat. I called it Mandolin Rain.
I practice every day. I tell myself to play for at least 10 minutes. More often than not, I play more than that. Often its 20 minutes and going past half an hour is very common. Often times, it’s the best part of my day.
I’ve gotten over my hang-ups playing. I’m no longer trying to please my mother or anybody else. Now, I just please myself.
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