After spending years in Nashville, my buddy Nick, who I grew up with in Cincy, has finally landed a job in the field he has been trying to break into.
Nick will start as an installation technician with Multi-Media Masters Inc., who according to their Web site are “masters of vision and sound.”
After Nick completes some certification courses he will be promoted to project manager.
Unfortunately, the M3 offices are in Nashville so he won’t be moving to Columbus any time soon — not that he was planning on ever doing that anyway.
It’s perfect timing because my future rock band is gonna need a sound guy. As soon as I learn how to play a guitar. Or sing.
I quit smoking back in January. And I went months without smoking a single cigarette.
I caved and picked it up again over a few days at some point this year. Then quit again. And as it stand now, I cheat on occasion.
Like this last weekend when B.A. came to town. He used to smoke as well, so now he only buys cigarettes when he comes to Columbus to hang with me. Or when I go to Columbia City.
So I get to use him as an excuse to bum a few and he gets to use me as an excuse to have a few. It’s not a bad little system.
Continue reading ‘Tiffany Finds Cigarettes That Are 8 Years Old’
Tiffany and I spent Labor Day weekend in Cincinnati to visit friends Nick & Kim and take in the city’s annual Riverfest and WEBN Fireworks.
Take Columbus’ Comfest and Red White and Boom, multiply them by 10, mix them together and cram them into a 1-day event, and you end up with Riverfest.
And though we personally missed all of the shenanigans by the river and watched the fireworks on a television of the Cadillac Ranch, we still had a lot of fun.
That’s right, we drove down to Cincinnati to watch the fireworks on television.
Continue reading ‘Labor Day Weekend In The ‘Nati’’
Nashville has got to be one of the only places in America where you can go downtown to a bar at 1 in the afternoon on any particular day and find a singer belting out her best on stage to a crowded bar while a porn star surrounded by four greasy strip club owners drinks in the corner.
Unfortunately I couldn’t snap a picture of the porn star for fear of receiving a broken leg or two so you’ll have to take my word for it.
The city remains one of my favorites and never lets me down.
Maybe it has something to do with knowing the right people.
Continue reading ‘Nashville’s A Surprise Every Time’
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