Imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit, Raymond Towler spent nearly three decades behind bars believing that one day science would set him free. But it couldn’t. Until spring 2010, when science got a hand from Mark Godsey and the Ohio Innocence Project.
Sometimes the connection between a writer and his subject goes beyond the story.
Cheviot’s Harvest Home Fair is thriving, even without a harvest to celebrate.
The leaves were turning a sickly sort of brown as we went to press. After three months without a drop of rain—capped by that maddening no-hitter Roy Halladay pitched against the Reds in the first game of the National League Division Series—it’s looking like our autumn will be nasty, brutish, and short.
I have been writing this column for nine years, and am happy to report that I am still uncovering new dives and have yet to recycle a place. So I need to plead special dispensation here for a return trip to the original Taqueria Mercado in Fairfield.
Ours is a city of beautiful views, many of them captured by restaurants. Maybe you’ve dined amid the pine paneled and glass wrapped walls of The Celestial, or danced next door in your Mad Men threads to a swingin’ set of jazz standards underneath the bar’s glittering chandelier, resplendent from the reflection of a million city lights. No doubt you’ve enjoyed the bird’s-eye view from the west side at Primavista, or the sweeping expanse of Cincinnati’s riverfront from the South Beach Grill at The Waterfront.
For five years, Yat Ka Mein, an inconspicuous noodle house sandwiched between Penn Station and Aveda Frederic’s Institute in a Hyde Park strip mall, has catered to our inner Chinese peasant.
My first experience with boxed wine was not a pleasant one: a five-liter box fell from a shelf and hit me on the back of the head. I cursed its existence and came up with several secondary uses, including my erstwhile favorite, a doorstop.