I felt tired walking up to Walgreen’s on that Tuesday morning in Covington. The night before, a barking dog had kept me up until two in the morning. It was a vicious bark with practically no letup. I couldn’t figure it out. All around me are apartment buildings. Why would a dog be kept outside all night?
To read more of my latest Living Out Loud column in CityBeat entitled “The Doghouse,” click here.
Have a great weekend. We’ll be back on Monday.
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Nothing stays the same and I know that, but with Andy Rooney leaving “60 Minutes” this Sunday, I will again cry out about how much I hate change.
You can click here to read more about this and to get a background on his more than three decades on that CBS broadcast.
I’ve watch Rooney on that show since the beginning and while I always enjoy his style, I like his column a bit better. Rooney is a great column writer and when I found out he was retiring from CBS, I immediately did a Google search to make sure his column was still going t be around.
That search didn’t make me feel better. “Classic Rooney” columns now run where new ones used to be. What? Even more change?
In some of my CityBeat columns, I’ve been compared to Rooney and while many of those comments were meant to insult me, I kind of like the comparison even knowing I can’t come close to him as a writer.
And as a writer, I also publish books. Rooney and I agree on this e-book stuff. Here, take a look.
Rooney’s last appearance on “60 Minutes” will be this coming Sunday. I’ll be watching, damning this change the whole time.
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With so many bookstores closing these dyes, it’s nice to hear of one opening.
Jospeh-Beth will open up a new bookstore at Crestview Hills Town Center in Northern Kentucky. The store should be open in November. Click here to read all about it.
I think Joseph-Beth is opening this store because they know I now live in Northern Kentucky or perhaps I’m just full of myself.
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Maybe it’s just my mood lately, but having done way over 1,000 posts here since November of 2008, I’m feeling like I’ve said it all here before.
This too shall pass, but in looking for something to write about, in searching the internet for local or national news or whatever, I find things to write about it but in all honestly, don’t feel like it.
I don’t want to write about people getting shot in this area, don’t want to write about how the city is going to yet find more money to pay for that damn Paul Brown Stadium and don’t want to write about more people losing their jobs here. And don’t get me started on the national stuff or our lackluster president.
It’s just a mood. It will pass soon. I hope.
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This time of year, I tend to look out my window at the changing season. I notice that the leaves are starting to fall from the trees and there’s coolness in the air on most mornings. Summer is almost gone and it’s time to prepare myself for the chilly winter season that will come much too soon.
While I try and fight it, this is the time of year when my mood turns a bit dark or sad, when I think of people who are no longer in my life. Lately, my mother has been on my mind.
Her birthday would have been this week. She died over ten years ago. If she had lived, she would be in her mid seventies now.
To read my current Living Out Loud column in CityBeat entitled “My Mother in September,” click here.
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Writing here and elsewhere, several times in the past, I’ve mentioned that I don’t like change. The reality is I’m changing all the time.
I was never a big fan of late Friday night drinking. I’ve always been more of a happy hour type person who liked to get in and out before the bar gets crazy. I’ve had several favorite watering holes over the years and I always looked forward to shooting the bull with friends and looking at the pretty girls in the bar. Yeah, I know I’m old, but an old guy can still look.
That’s changed now. I don’t pay much attention to happy hour anymore.
It may surprise you, but since moving to Covington, I’ve only gone to a bar once to drink. I’m kind of out of the habit.
For me now, it’s more enjoyable to have a friend over and drink in the comfort of my apartment. No doubt the bullshit smoking ban has something to do with this change. While I don’t smoke a lot anymore, I hate having to go outside to light up when at a bar. At home, I’m my own boss.
It’s usually just guys who come over. I haven’t yet figured out a way to get girls to my place. That’s the only thing I miss about happy hours in bars. The looking.
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. . . It’s like they’re in some kind of bubble.