(Excerpt from Larry Gross' work in progress, The Hurricane Cafe: a Novel) I got through the morning as best I could. Since I'll be out of town next week, I submitted another column to Greg. It's d  

I was walking up East Eighth Street a few afternoons ago, heading toward the main library to return some books. I got stopped by an older man who asked for a cigarette. He had on a baseball cap, an  

O Natalee, where art thou? Whatever. Two and a half years ago I cared a lot. Now, while I hope she's at peace and in a better place, I'm tired of the whole damn mess. When Natalee Holloway went m  

Why actress Patti Deutsch came into my mind tonight -- and when I say tonight, I really mean at 2 in the morning -- I have no idea. Here I am sitting at my desk thinking of her. I'm at my desk beca  

Writing this column isn't always easy, especially when I can't think of anything to say. I'm having one of those days. Staring at a blank computer screen isn't helping, and I need to get my cat so  

Difficult to watch and impossible to deal with, the situation came to an end for me last month. I said goodbye to the father and his son. It wasn't my idea to leave the consulting job ­ I was  

This column is in the print edition of CityBeat twice a month; but when we first started out, we were a Web-only type of thing. Since you clicked on us here today, I want you to know you're reading  

I don't want any of you thinking I spend all my time hanging out at Madonna's on Seventh Street downtown. Maybe I do, but I don't want you thinking it. There I was again on a Friday afternoon, sho  

I got news of her death through an e-mail. On a Thursday afternoon, a friend of a friend let me know she had died of cancer. I knew she was sick, but I didn't think she would ever die. I thought he  

It's a hot August morning. I'm waiting at the bus stop where Warsaw Avenue meets St. Lawrence Avenue in Price Hill. A young girl walks up to me and pulls up her low-cut blouse to show me the rest