Fairly early on a Sunday morning I was heading back downtown from the Alpine Laundry in Price Hill. I have this Sunday morning routine down perfectly now. I can get to Price Hill, get two loads of   

This kid with a Mohawk haircut starts talking to me as I'm standing outside Sophia's Restaurant on Main Street downtown finishing a cigarette. I'm not paying much attention to him as it's early mor  

Downtown living is fine. Despite some surprises with electrical problems and miscellaneous other shit at the beginning of my move, I can't complain too much about my living space. If I had an apartm  

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got love in my tummy And I feel like a-lovin you Love, you're such a sweet thing Good enough to eat thing And it's just a-what I'm gonna do In 1967, 18-year-old  

The week was a bit of a surprise. We all, including my landlord, thought that my new apartment downtown was in move-in condition. We thought that until we turned on my computer and window air-condi  

I should think of some other name for this week's column but I'm not going to, because I'm tired and grumpy and don't feel like it. Besides, the column is only on the Web this week, and nobody read  

On a hot, sticky Thursday afternoon, I got on the No. 17 Metro to go home. The consulting job had been a bear that day, and I couldn't wait to leave it. The bus was sort of crowded, but there were   

Next month I'll be moving downtown and away from Clifton's Gaslight District. It's probably time for me to throw some stuff out. The center drawer in the desk in my study is a complete mess; and o  

Those who know me know I take friendships very seriously. For a friend, short of murdering someone, I'll do just about anything -- including urinating on his or her behalf. I have a good friend wh  

By Larry Gross Where the hell does the time go? I turned around last week and suddenly realized I've become an old geezer. I had a birthday. Turned 53. While that doesn't exactly make me old, I'm n