A futile search for a unique experience in middle America? This is an attempt to catalog my thoughts, comments and activities in searching for meaning in the same small midwestern town I grew up in.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
A few years ago I regularly saw Maggie Downs, a columnist now at the Cincinnati Enquirer. I didn't date her. She would come in to my workplace from time to time, transact her business and leave. I remember reading her columns in a local paper, and was only marginally entertained by them. I think I complemented her on one of them via email, not so much because it was any good, but because she was quite attractive. She is so beautiful that it was intimidating to be around her, or interact with her in person. I have to wonder if she isn't aware of that. Oh hell, of course she is. There's no way anyone could be that oblivious to themselves. Anyway, here's a selection of her Enquirer columns. The small headshot doesn't do her justice.
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