Jay Stowe

Goodbye, old friend.

We’ve changed. Not dramatically, but the magazine you’re reading right now has gone through a transformation.

Proust had his madeleines, Harrison has his barolo, and I’ve got my coneys.

I’m not sure what it is about October but it always seems to get us thinking about the past.

From 1978 to 2012, Michael Keating’s images wallpapered the pages of The Cincinnati Enquirer, providing a pictorial narrative of the city.

My first job right out of college is as surprising to me now as it was then: staff photographer for the Cincinnati Historical Society.

Having grown up during the heyday of the Big Red Machine, I feel a little spoiled.

Well, I warned you this might happen. Here it is: Marguerite Stowe’s potato salad recipe.

The list of topics covered and items curated in this issue is long, and on the spectrum of peculiarity it runs from whimsical to freakin’ strange.

When I moved to New York more than 20 years ago, I arrived jobless, so when I wasn’t sending out résumés and watching the Souter hearings, I did a lot of walking.