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There’s an older man who lives in my building just down the hall from me. If we’ve told each other our name, I don’t remember doing it.
I’ve seen him in Covington, Kentucky ever since I’ve lived here. Even in the spring and summer, he always wears a lot of clothes. He sort of has a mean look on his face a lot of the time. I’ve been told that myself in my life, but I’m not mean and he’s not either.
It used to be the man would walk around in Covington on crutches. Now, he’s in a wheelchair.
He’s an odd one when it comes to that chair of his. He never uses his arms and hands to get those wheels moving. He shuffles around in it with his feet. Those feet are always moving. He’s a fast shuffler.
When we had all that snow earlier this month, I’d see him outside shuffling out there on Madison Avenue, right there in the street in his wheelchair, cars going around him. It made me nervous to watch, but he was just doing what he had to do.
He has a bit of a southern accent to him. He’s always as nice to me as he can be and he never whines about his situation. Never. I can probably learn a thing or two from him, but first, I need to find out his name.
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Every month, I walk down to the Covington Branch of the Kenton County Public Library to return books from last month’s trip and to get three more books to read. Don’t ask me why, but it’s always three.
For the past couple months, one of those three books has been one written by Patricia Cornwell. Most of you probably know she’s a crime novelist and a damn fine one.
Back in the early 90’s I read all those books about her main character, medical examiner Kay Scarpetta and loved every one of them. As a writer, Cornwell knows how to keep your interest.
But several years ago—maybe ten years ago—I decided I needed to read more literary books, so I more or less stopped reading Cornwell. I believe I really did need to read more of a variety of books, but it was kind of silly to think I needed to stop reading crime novels altogether. I’m glad I’ve finally wised up.
Getting back to Patricia Cornwell has been very enjoyable. I’m currently reading “Book of the Dead.” There’s Kay Scarpetta, her niece Lucy and my favorite character, grumpy cop Pete Marino. I’m picking up where I left off and having a lot of fun doing so.
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I’ve tried my hand at songwriting. It was many years ago and I only wrote a couple songs and they weren’t very good. Maybe if I had kept at it, I would have gotten better. I’ll never know at this point, because I’m not gonna try it again, but I am a fan of clever songs.
I consider “Bitter They Are, Harder They Fall” clever. I love the play on words. Larry Gatlin wrote the song and recorded it and many others have too—even Elvis. I’m going to share this unrehearsed version with Larry Gatlin and Gene Watson.
Enjoy. See you on Wednesday.
Thanks to my son, I just about have every movie Woody Allen has made on my computer. A little while back, he added “Blue Jasmine” to my collection and a couple nights ago, I got around to watching it. In my view, this is one of Woody’s best. If Cate Blanchett doesn’t win an Oscar for her performance, I’ll be shocked.
The next day while remembering how much I enjoyed the movie, I started thinking about this old/new Woody Allen mess and those child-abuse accusations. It’s a family matter, should be very private but, of course, it isn’t. It, and I’m not sure there even is an ‘it,’ happened 20 years ago, but Dylan Farrow has put it back in the news again.
Gawker recently ran a story about New York Times critic Janet Maslin who thinks Farrow is making the whole thing up and simply wants attention. This very well could me. In my opinion, and this is only my opinion, 20 years ago it didn’t ring true to me and 20 years later it still doesn’t.
20 years ago, I would often get into arguments with friends about still going to see Woody Allen movies after the child abuse stuff came to light. My answer then is still my answer now: I don’t think about his personal life when I’m watching his movies. I’m paying attention to the story being told on the screen.
That’s my view and I’m sticking to it.
I may watch “Blue Jasmine” again tonight or maybe “Annie Hall”—haven’t decided yet.
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Jimmy Fallon took over “The Tonight show” this week and that’s all well and good and his first comedian guest was Jerry Seinfeld and that’s pretty damn smart. Jerry is always funny. I’m a Seinfeld fan—you all know that.
I really like the standup Jerry’s doing in the clip but I especially like the last two minutes when he’s talking about The Post Office and the problems they’re having. Really, is there any part of what he’s saying that isn’t true?
Just call me Larry Gross: Cheap MasterChef.
I buy boxed macaroni and cheese because it doesn’t cost a lot. I don’t usually get the Kraft brand. Most of the time, the store brand will do.
It tastes OK, but over a period of time, it tastes a little boring. Now, through trial and error, I’ve discovered you can casserole up your boxed macaroni and cheese. I’ve been doing it for the past couple years now.
Just buy a box of macaroni and cheese and follow the stove top instructions listed on the back of the box. Have the stuff you need ready— a large saucepan, that six cups of water, ¼ cup of margarine and ½ cup of 2% milk. I never get hung up on these measurements—just kind of guess.
While the water reaches a boil and then while the macaroni is cooking, I’m busy doing other things. I’ll either find a can of tuna or salmon or chicken in my cupboard, then I’ll go looking for a can of peas and carrots.
In my refrigerator, if I’m lucky, I’ll find some fresh mushrooms and some green or red peppers and a white onion. I cut up some of the mushrooms, peppers and onions into small pieces. I don’t measure any of this. I cut up what I feel like. There are no hard and fast rules here.
I drain the can of tuna or salmon or chicken I’m using (if you buy it in a pouch, you don’t need to drain) and also the can of peas and carrots. By the time you get this all done, your macaroni is probably finished cooking.
Turn off the burner. Drain the macaroni and return it to the saucepan. Toss inside all your ingredients—the margarine, the milk, the kind of seafood or poultry you’re using (tuna, salmon or chicken), the peas and carrots and the cut up mushrooms, peppers and onions. Then add that powered cheese and start stirring, mixing all your ingredients thoroughly together.
Your macaroni casserole will make you at least two dinners and a lunch. It tastes just fine when you microwave the leftovers. Two minutes should do it. Sprinkling grated parmesan cheese on top of your casserole dish adds even more flavor to it.
So don’t think of that box of macaroni and cheese in your cupboard as being boring. There are always ways to turn boring into something a little more interesting and tasty.
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When was the last time you whittled? Maybe you never have. Whittling in the carving of wood pare shavings from a piece of wood. You do it with a knife. I’m thinking with a small knife and a small piece of wood. Sorry I can’t be more certain. You see it’s been decades since I’ve done it, this whittling business. I think maybe the last time was when I was six of seven.
We had some cousins on my mother’s side of the family. They lived on a big farm outside of Warsaw, Kentucky. Johnny Harper, the main guy there on the Harper Farm, liked to whittle. I would sometimes watch him and my grandfather out there on the Harper porch whittle away after a big Sunday dinner. Maybe it was relaxing to them.
I remember trying to get into it and to like it. I remember my grandfather handing me a small stick of wood with a pocket knife and showing me how to whittle—just slicing away at a small piece of wood. If the objective was to make something out of it, nobody ever did. We were just cutting away at sticks.
I didn’t see the point of it, just like you probably don’t see the point of this post, but maybe now, whether you wanted to or not, you know a little bit more about whittling. I’m here to educate.
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Yesterday, I wrote about a building I like here in Covington, Kentucky—The Ascent at Roebling’s Bridge. The comments made were interesting. Some consider it a work of art, others do not. I guess there’s no accounting for taste.
Now I’ve never been inside The Ascent, but I’m sure it has an elevator. This got me thinking on another subject: Elevator music.
Does that exist anymore? Seems like I haven’t heard it in years—not that I’m complaining.
If you’re going to have music in an elevator, you need to have it live, like in the clip up above.
This is kind of fun. The Cincinnati Business Courier has put together a slideshow of the Tri-State’s most expensive condos. Click here to see how the other half lives.
When I moved to my new apartment here in Covington, Kentucky in January 2013, some idiot reporter stated that I had moved to The Ascent at Roebling’s Bridge. Really? That’s where you think a freelance writer is going to move to? Really?
Living at The Ascent would be fun. I’ve walked by the building many times. I love the way it looks. Here’s a video showing what one of the apartments looks like inside.
This one will only cost you $400,000. The costs of these things go into the millions.
I know the Ascent has spectacular views, but I don’t have spectacular money, so no—I don’t live there. In the living space where I did actually move to, I have a wonderful view of St. Mary’s Cathedral Basilica of the Assumption. That view will have to do.
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