I was walking past the Cincinnati Masonic Center on East Fifth Street and saw that its cornerstone says “A.L. 5926.” What is A.L.? And when was 5926?
There was that time in 1922 when a boat caught fire directly beneath the Roebling, making firemen frantically hose down the floor to keep it from igniting.
Before moving here, my perception of Cincinnati was of a prudish, stuck-in-the-’50s city. But can you tell me where those adult movie theaters used to be?
Nobody wanted to test the limits of driver patience by suddenly re-routing the re-routing, so that one metal plate across Wasson and Paxton was left behind. Soon, it will be replaced by a drive-over sensor that emits a deafening train whistle.
Perhaps it is the Cincinnati baseball franchise of which we should ask: “Who dey?” The team's early history featured three different names.
Hey, our downtown has made major strides in recent years, so we shouldn’t complain about Macy’s closing. This could be our chance to have a Tiffany’s and Hooters side by side!
Cincinnati didn’t even make the Top Ten in most categories, but because we absolutely killed in “Tattoo parlors per 100,000 people,” we were ranked 3rd overall for U.S. Hipster Cities.
Why does Wikipedia give Cincinnati such prominence in oyster crackers?
"As we approach this year’s “War on Christmas,” I wonder whether expressions like “Season’s Greetings” and “Happy Holidays” were once a rarity, as some claim."
"Don’t blame everything on Hitler."