Levi got Sarah’s daughter knocked up and marriage was being talked about, then Levi broke it off and went on the teevee and said bad things about the Palin family, then Levi make up with the mother of his love child and said he was sorry for the nasty things he said about the Palins and now he’s on the “outs” again with them and is sorry for saying he was sorry.
Click here if you give a rats ass about any of this.
Levi, your 15 minutes of fame is up. Please go away.
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Are there vampires in Covington? No, just two idiots who murdered a guy claiming they were vampires when they did it. Click here to read a pretty brutal account of the killing.
I’m not sure if these guys were using the fact that they thought theywere vampires as a defense or not. That would be stupid, but it doesn’t matter. The “vampires” got sentenced to life in prison.
No word if they’ll be sleeping in coffins while in prison.
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Wendy’s is a hopin’ place on Fourth Street in downtown Cincinnati. Let’s get a groovy education on what it’s like to work there.
There I was in Covington one afternoon last week on Madison Avenue, sitting on a bench at a bus stop waiting to catch a Tank Bus back over to Cincinnati. It was a nice, sunny afternoon—not too hot—and I was enjoying sitting in the middle of that bench having it all to myself.
That didn’t last long. Two ladies, one a bit heavy and the other no bigger than a parking meter, approached the bench. The heavy girl sat to my left, the parking meter sat to my right.
Each wanted a cigarette and each got one. Then the conversation turned to money.
“We’ll both from Cincinnati and trying to get back to Price Hill,” the heavy one said. “Can you help us out with bus fare?”
“If I had any money on me, do you think I would be taking the bus?” I asked.
“We need the bus fare,” the woman who looked like a parking meter said.
“I don’t have it.” I replied.
Both women started giving me hard looks and I was figuring it was only going to be a matter of time before I got rolled.
I got lucky. A Covington cop drove by and slowed his cruiser down, looking and me and those women on the bench. The ladies look off, going left—not heading toward Cincinnati at all. The cop continued right, driving down Madison Avenue.
Sometimes just waiting for a bus leads to adventure, but I’m glad that cop came along.
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When I first started this blog many, many years ago (all right, maybe not that long ago), I said I wasn’t going to post every day. After saying that, I generally posted five days a week but soon found myself up to seven. Yep, posted every day and now I’m not. I can’t And I’m feeling guilty about it.
Plain truth: Into next week, I’m going to be all over the place wrapping up a project that’s going to take tons of time. Something has to give and that something has to be this blog. Sorry, friends. Facts are facts. Maybe saying it better. . . money is money.
We’ll be back over the weekend with new stuff and will play it by ear about that.
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One of my dearest friends had ear surgery this past Wednesday. After the surgery, the hospital was going to keep him overnight. By Friday, I knew he should be settled in back home, so I gave him a call.
He’s was doing fine—still some discomfort from the surgery, but he seemed in good spirits and it was fun talking to him.
After the call, I started thinking about how long we’ve known one another and all the adventures we’ve had over the years—big ones and small ones. We’ll both in our 50’s now, with aches and pains to prove it, and I’m sure when many see us out and about, they consider us two grumpy old men, complaining to each other, acting like children with cute bartenders and cutting up for the sake of cutting up. Maybe we’re going through our second childhood.
Even if we are two old goats, I wouldn’t change this friendship for anything. I’m glad my friend is all right.
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Are you a cat person? I consider myself one, but I’d forgotten how they can get when they’re angry. This video brought it all back.