You know what they say. If you make one mistake, you pay for it the rest of your life.
Actually, Mayor Mallory has made a lot of mistakes, but we won’t get into that right now. Let’s simply go back to the spring of 2007 and relive his horrible opening day first pitch. Hey, Mr. Mayor, it’s all in good fun.
Key thoughts. . . meaning my thoughts today are on my keys and keychain.
Looking at my keychain, I’m still got that plastic bottle opener that CityBeat was giving away years ago. I still use it whenever I need to open a bottle of beer which means I don’t use it very often.
Also on my keychain is a thick plastic “thing” of Seattle’s skyline. I’ve also had this for years—remember getting it at the Seattle airport on the way back home to Cincinnati.
There’s the key to my building where I live and there’s the key to my actual apartment. I’ve also got a key to the office where I do freelance work over in Covington. That door is always hard for me to open. You have to “play” with the lock.
I’ve still got a key to CityBeat’s elevator. Hell, I meant to return that years ago.
I also still have a front door key for an office located downtown that fired me over 15 years ago. I wonder if that company has ever changed their locks? the owner was so cheap, I kind of doubt it. Maybe some night when I’m bored, I’ll try it out.
And I’ve got some keys that I don’t know what door they go to. As soon as I remove them from my keychain, I’ll need one of them. You know how that goes.
Key thoughts. . . I’m finished.
(Photo of somebody else’s keychain found on WordPress)
Oprah Winfrey is ending her talk show. After 25 years, she’s calling it quits. The last new show will air May 25.
I have nothing against Oprah at all, but I won’t miss her all that much and the reason is simple. I’ve never watched her.
That’s not entirely true. I’ve gone to YouTube and watched bits and pieces of interviews from time to time, but that’s only been recently. I’ve managed to go almost 25 years without having Oprah as a part of my daily routine.
This is neither here or there—just stating what is.
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Lindsay moving to Cincinnati is, of course, a joke. Cincinnati just isn’t big enough to handle party girl Lohan. She’d go nuts here. Or she is already nuts?
But moving on, Lindsay really is thinking about changing her name. She may drop the “Lohan” and be known simply as “Lindsay.”
I can’t help but wonder if she’s doing this to change her luck. I mean her press lately hasn’t exactly been positive.
Suggestion to Lindsay: Instead of changing your name, just clean up your act. The old saying “Actions speak louder than words (in this case words meaning your name)” really does apply here.
Just trying to be helpful.
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Baseball returns to Cincinnati this week. Opening day is Thursday. It seems a little odd to have it in March—it should really be in April—but maybe I’m just set in my ways.
There’s some talk about making opening day an official holiday here in Cincinnati. I’m all in favor of that. I mean who can’t use another day off from work?
What do you think?
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The next morning, I could feel tenseness in the house. I remember Sandy looking through a magazine and not looking at me. I wondered if she had told my brother’s friend about me declining her sex offer. Needless to say, that ferry boat ride back to Seattle was awkward and uncomfortable. I don’t even remember us talking.
To read my latest Living Out Loud column in CityBeat entitled “Sex and Friendship,” click here.
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On August 18, 1969, I was on break from high school in Vevay, Indiana probably working the tobacco fields on my parent’s farm. Also on that day, Woodstock happened. If you don’t know what Woodstock is, I’m not going to tell you.
Shortly after Woodstock, a lot of the artists that appeared there went on Dick Cavett’s show to talk and to play a little music.
Being a hippie myself—of course now much older—it was a treat for me to go back in time and listen to conversations and music with Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane, Stephen Stills, David Crosby and Joni Mitchell. I hope you find it a treat too.(YouTube video)