Jay Stowe

Simply put, gutting a house takes guts. And I’m not sure I’ve got those kind of guts.

"Hot dog isn’t going to shed some tears knowing how far it’s come in life. I will.”

Ever get the feeling there’s something going on that you don’t know about?

History hovers like a ghost around Cincinnati, with vestiges of the past lying just under the surface or hiding in plain sight.

Should I or shouldn’t I get another dog?

Journalism is, actually, a tough job that somebody does have to do, because the underpinnings of our republic depend on it. So we’ll keep doing our job and trust that you’ll keep reading.

If I were forced at gunpoint to declare my favorite exemplar of diner food, it would be difficult. So many dishes, so little time.

Since moving back to Cincinnati 12 years ago, I’ve spent a lot of time in my car exploring the city. I like driving around in neighborhoods I’m not familiar with, getting lost, and finding landmarks to guide me back to a street or a place I know. Having a goal helps. It’s good to know where you’re supposed to be going even if you’re not sure how to get there; it increases the serendipity factor of vehicular wandering considerably. Kind of like life, I guess.