As I’ve mentioned here before, on most mornings, I head over to Northern Kentucky to do a freelance job. Over the past several weeks, I’ve noticed a word being used in conversations that I haven’t heard in a while.
Most people when they don’t understand something being said to them, say “Pardon me?” or “Excuse me?” I’m not hearing those words over across the river. What I’m hearing is “Huh?”
So here’s my question.
Here in Cincinnati, we say “Please?” a lot. That’s a Cincinnati thing. Is “Huh?” a Northern Kentucky thing?
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A little something to get in the mood for tomorrow night.
In the National Post, writer Richard Ford gives us his ten rules for writing. Click here to read them.
I have to admit I have broken rules one through four, but after that, I get better.
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A girl and her boyfriend prepare Cincinnati goetta with mixed results.
Do you sometimes pick up people to give them a ride and then that person never leaves your car? If they don’t exit your automobile, perhaps the person is dead. If that would happen, what would you do?
I know of a woman who drove around for close to a year with a corpse in the passenger seat of her car. You can’t make this stuff up. Go to Gawker to get more details.
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I found myself in Clifton on Saturday having lunch with my son and visiting his new kittens.
I’m not sure if the one in the photo is Dee or Jello. They’re both sisters and cute as hell. It’s been a long time since I’ve played with kittens and I’d forgotten how much fun they can be. And, of course, it’s always fun to visit with my son.
I’ve heard people say that kittens are cute but the downside to it is they grow up to be cats. For me and my son, that’s not a problem. We like both.
(Photo taken by my son)
This is good news really. Bus fares here in Cincinnati will stay the same—at least for now. It’ll continue to cost you $1.75 to get downtown and $2.25 if you need a transfer. Click here to read the exciting news.
When I first started riding the bus, and I’m talking back in the early 1980’s (in case you didn’t know it, I’m old), it cost me 50 cents to hop on a bus and get downtown. Of course, I no longer hop and cost never stay the same. Cost usually goes up, not down. Hell, you already know that.
Still taking the bus to get downtown is still cheaper that driving an automobile and one always meets interesting people on the bus—some in a good way, some not so good. Hell, you already know that too.
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