Excessive Noise Complaint

I live at the corner of McNaughten Road and East Livingston Avenue.  During the day, but especially in the afternoon, I get boom cars, car horns (drivers pay more attention to their cell phone than the traffic light, so the driver behind them wakes them up), Freddie the Fire Engine, Marty Meat Wagon, and Officer Friendly - the last three are running with lights and siren.  Since all this happens during the day, it's just a part of life - the exception being the boom cars, all of which should be confiscated and the offensive equipment destroyed.  But when my peace and quiet is shattered at 4:30 AM, I become a tad irascible.

R.I.P. Pastor Cher Clay

My good friend Pastor Cher passed away last night at the Genesis Healthcare facility in Sylvania, Ohio (on Whiteford Rd, just north of Alexis).  Cher's health had been very poor lately, and she was transferred to Genesis Healthcare from the hospital, where she'd been admitted due to heart problems.

Last Trip Home: Part 2

I think I'm showing my age. I took a few pictures of the old homestead and, for my own amusement, decided to post them on my website along with a few memories of the place. Tell me I'm too young to sit around and reminisce about the good old days.

Last Trip Home: Part 1

I made my last trip home yesterday, driving the beltway to US 23, and staying on 23 all the way to 75 into Toledo.  Left at the split, where you can see the Mosque minarets, then up to the Monroe Street exit.  The drive was a real grind, with an accident on Northbound 23 just south of Delaware and construction on I-75 that had to be engineered by the Toledo government.

Broken Tooth Repair

Last Wednesday, July 19th, 2017, I was enjoying a leisurely breakfast of a mushroom, onion, and cheese omelet, toast with butter, and black coffee, when it happened.

R.I.P. Zeus the Cat

Mister Zeus, my little tuxedo cat, hasn't been doing well lately.  His digestive system wasn't working the way it should; he'd eat, but there would be no weight gain.  He'd be hungry all the time, but feeding him whenever he felt hungry was a bad idea, as he'd end up regurgitating the food.  He also had trouble getting around.  His joints were too stiff and sore to allow him to groom himself.  He negotiated the stairs on step at a time, pausing to rest about halfway up.  Although he hated being picked up and carried, he enjoyed it when I carried him up the stairs.  He'd lost so much weight that he was little more than fur and bones.  And he could no longer play with Danté, his buddy cat.  Danté would offer to play with him, and Zeus couldn't.

Book Review: Gosnell: The Untold Story of America's Most Prolific Serial Killer by Ann McElhinney and Phelim McAleer

When I was around ten years old, I wanted to see a scary movie.  My dear old mother took one look at it and refused to let me go watch it, saying it would give me nightmares and it was trashy anyway.  I don't remember the film, but it might have been The Mummy (1959) by Disney.  That would put me at 7 years old, so I tend to think this was the one.  I pestered Mom so much that she finally told me to read something scary.  Like what?  Like Edgar Allan Poe, for instance.