Downtown Covington, Kentucky has been my home now for over a year and a half. Just because I sometimes point out things that bother me doesn’t mean I don’t like the city. I want to make that clear before I start talking about another issue that’s bugging me.
Last week, I went for a long walk and during that walk I couldn’t help but notice all the cigarette butts on the sidewalks of Covington. I noticed this a few months ago too, but the problem is getting worse. Cigarette butts are everywhere.
I know the people who run our city say there is no money to pay those city workers who used to clean the sidewalks and get rid of the butts and the trash (Yes, trash. There’s a lot of that on the sidewalks too). Those city workers have been gone for many weeks now and Covington is worse-off because of it.
Do you think visitors coming to Covington for the first time are going to notice the sidewalks here? Of course. It sure doesn’t make a very good first impression. The city looks dirty.
Getting back to the cigarette butts and trying to think positive, if you’re a smoker but can’t afford cigarettes and don’t mind smoking “butts,” Covington is your kind of city. Just bend over and grab a few butts off the sidewalk.
That last paragraph is a joke. Please don’t send me hate mail about it.
Seriously, I think the City of Covington should reconsider and find some money and get back those city workers who cleaned the downtown sidewalks. Getting rid of these people was a bit penny wise and pound foolish.
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When I was living in Downtown Cincinnati a few years ago, one of my biggest complaints was that there was no real grocery store. The Kroger store in Over-the-Rhine just wasn’t convenient and not central enough to the heart of the city. It was a drag having to get into a car or take the bus out of the city to get to a real supermarket. Finally, maybe, that’s about to change.
A few days back, I wrote a post about Tower Place Mall which has basically been dead for years. Now, Cincinnati retail real estate brokers are looking at that space to renovate it, add a 30-story apartment tower and, at the base, add a grocery store.
This all makes perfect sense. If the City of Cincinnati is serious about getting more people to live downtown, this is the way to do it.
Of course, now I live in a different city, the City of Covington. We have a Kroger store right there on Madison Avenue that’s in walking distance. Still, I can see myself going across the river to buy a few groceries in Downtown Cincinnati. It’s about time this happened.
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This was back in the late 1980’s, back when I was married, back when my children were little and back when my parents were both alive.
My wife and I owned a house on Montana Avenue in Westwood. Every so often, my parents would visit. In the spring and summer, I would often grill out. It was a passion back then. I haven’t grilled out in years.
I had a Weber Grill, black in color if black is considered a color. I would either cook steak or chicken on that grill, but all the time I would prepare baked potatoes for my father inside the grill.
My father was a potato eater. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, he would always eat potatoes. Regardless of how they were prepared, that’s what he wanted. I’m thinking potatoes were my father’s favorite food, but I never did get around to asking him that.
I started wondering the other day if anybody else prepares potatoes on the grill like I did back then. I went to Google and did a search. Sure enough, I found it.
Preparing baked potatoes inside the grill with the charcoal is the best way to bake potatoes. My father loved them—would usually eat at least two or three. He would always make a big deal about how good they tasted.
A few nights ago, I prepared a couple baked potatoes inside my oven. They tasted fine, but not as good as they would have if I prepared them like I did on that Weber Grill so long ago.
My father has been gone for a long time now. So has my mother and I miss them both. Maybe I could go out and get me a new Weber Grill. I doubt if I ever will. It just wouldn’t be the same.
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I’ve been reading about this horsemeat scandal happening in Europe and I guess maybe it is a scandal, but I’ve known people in my past who have eaten horsemeat and outside of that, seemed like normal people. Does eating horsemeat make you not normal? I don’t know. Some people eat deer meat. What’s the difference between eating deer meat and horsemeat? Why is it OK to eat a cow? Why do some people eat rabbits?
Maybe when it comes to meat, I need an education.
Actually, when it comes to horsemeat, there are nine countries that love it. Click here to find out which ones. Apparently, these countries aren’t normal but who determines this?
Anyway, I don’t think I could ever eat horsemeat. I would keep thinking of Mr. Ed who I always liked. I’m not going to eat an animal similar to one I watched talk on television. That’s just me. Maybe I’m not normal.
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Hotmail will soon become Deadmail. It’s going away. This summer, Microsoft will gradually transfer Hotmail users to their new Outlook.com email service. That transfer is going to involve 300 million Hotmail users. Click here to read more about what’s going on.
The first email service I ever used was Hotmail. In fact I’m still using it. My Hotmail account has got to be at least 15 years old. A lot of friends have told me I should switch to a better service, but I never found anything wrong with what I was using. Besides, I liked my email address and I’ve had the same password since the beginning. Why try to remember a new password?
Apparently the transition is going to be an easy one and I get to keep that same address and password, so I’m not going to make a big deal out of it, but, Microsoft, I want you to know something. If you weren’t introducing this Outlook.com thing, I never would have switched. I know you don’t care—just telling you.
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My son visited me last Sunday afternoon. I had been in my new apartment for a little over three weeks and had yet to stock up on groceries. Living here in Covington, Kentucky and just off Madison Avenue, Kroger is six or seven blocks up from me. I don’t drive anymore and stocking up on groceries is a bit hard if you try to do it taking the bus. My son has a car and on Sunday, he had the time.
On that Sunday, he also had a gift for me. A new cane. A quad cane—you know, a cane with those four ferrules at the base of it. I was a bit taken back at first. I resisted. I didn’t need something like that. My old cane was keeping me on my feet just fine. I thought about telling him to take it back to the store where he got it but I never got around to doing that.
During our grocery store run, I tried the cane out. I had to admit, it was giving me more support walking. I felt steadier on my feet and found myself walking a little faster.
I made quick work of the grocery store. I’ve been going to that Kroger on Madison Avenue for almost two years now and know the layout pretty well. I had a grocery list with me but didn’t need it. After I write down what I need, it’s pretty much in my head.
When we got back to the apartment, my son helped me put away the groceries. After that, we visited for quite a while. When it was time for him to go, I gave him a hug, thanked him for taking me grocery shopping and thanked him for the cane.
At least the quad cane is black and not silver and it makes me feel good that my son is looking out for me. I always tell people that I don’t really need a cane—that it’s a fashion statement—but people aren’t buying that anyway. I’m going to use the quad cane.
So now it’s official: I’ve turned into Frasier’s dad. That’s OK. I’ve always kind of liked that guy.
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You just can’t make this stuff up.
A study in the New Zealand Medical Journal suggest that it’s perfectly fine to pass gas on airplanes (I’m too polite to say fart). Yes, this is what scientists are saying and if you don’t believe me, you can go to Gawker to have it confirmed.
Pretty silly, don’t you think? I wonder how much money was spent on this study. Does it change anything in this world knowing this? Will people now just “let it rip” on airplanes with their heads held high?
Whatever. I guess you can’t argue with science. I’ll be back on Wednesday.
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The view from my living room window is of St. Mary’s Cathedral here in Covington, Kentucky. It’s a great view and it was all dumb luck. I had no idea this would be the apartment I’d be getting. I was on a waiting list for almost a year to get into this building. It was worth the wait.
I said in a Facebook post that I have never been inside a cathedral. After posting it and thinking about it, I realized that was a dumb thing to say. That wasn’t dumb luck—that’s just being dumb. No, I’m not Catholic but my ex-wife was and probably still is, so I’ve been in cathedrals, just none as grand as the view from my window.
When I look out that window and see that cathedral, I sometimes think of Raymond Carver’s short story. “Cathedral” was the title of this third book of short stories and it’s a blind man’s story and probably my favorite of all he wrote.
I understand they give tours over at St. Mary’s. I’m going to do that probably this spring. With it being so beautiful form the outside, it has to be the same inside too.
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If you read me on a regular basis, you know that a lot of my young life was about performing Country Music with my brothers. While it was something I wasn’t all that interested in and didn’t want to do, I did get to meet some famous Country Music artists.
One of those artists was Buck Owens. He was a big deal in the 1960’s and one time, we were on the same bill with him and his band in a club just outside of Cincinnati, Ohio.
To say I was a big Buck Owens fan wouldn’t be telling the truth. Looking back now, I can see the fact that he was a good songwriter and an even better businessman, but when it came to his music, he just didn’t do much for me.
My brothers and I got to meet him in that club just outside of Cincinnati. Actually, it was outside the club itself and just outside Buck’s tour bus. The owner of the club introduced us to Buck who seemed tired but was very polite and nice to three little boys. I remember his firm handshake.
“I’ve Got a Tiger by the Tail” was one of his biggest hits. Anybody want to go back to the 1960’s and listen and watch? That’s a YouTube video up there at the top of this post.
We’ll be back here on Sunday.