My daughter and her husband and my son and his girlfriend are currently in New York City having a taste of The Big Apple. I’m having a taste of Clifton–back in Cincinnati and house sitting at my son’s place and doing some cat sitting too. I’ll be doing this through Monday evening.
Actually, I’m revisiting my old neighborhood–Clifton’s Gaslight District. My son and I lived there for five years, and he still does–has a very nice house. I always liked living there, but a person always knows when it’s time to move on. Back in the early 2000’s the “Living Out Loud” column in CityBeat was at its height, and I couldn’t even walk to Keller’s IGA without being stopped. CityBeat has always had a lot of readers in the Gaslight District and I kind of felt like my privacy was gone.
I’ve heard it said that a person can’t go back, but please undersxtand I’m not really back. I’m just visiting and enjoying the area, knowing that Covington, Kentucky–now my home–is right across the river.
Not everyone knows my name in Covington, but that wasn’t the case when I lived in Clifton. I wrote about this in CityBeat on September 6, 2006.
(Photo from hellodayton.com)