It was the first pro wrestling pay-per-view of the new millennium.

Video, photos, and a quick reflection from the 2024 solar eclipse as experienced on the road in Indiana.

Corded phones and Midwestern cholesterol in the friendly town of Connersville, Indiana.

Some photographs made on the border of Cincinnati’s Northside and South Cumminsville neighborhoods.

I don’t know if the best ideas manifest when you’re stumbling around the city waiting for the dog to do her business, but this one did.

“My biggest takeaway from this year is that now, more than ever, I am of the sound belief that everything I’ll ever need to know in life was learned while working at an amusement park and from having watched professional wrestling as kid.”

A story of half-reptile, half-vehicle sculptures which adorn higher education literary institutions in Cincinnati.

Of montages, a music festival, and modern television.

One of the kindest, and coolest, things I’ve ever received in the mail.

“Mecklenburg Gardens was the new-to-us, but definitely not new-to-the-city, pre-match meeting spot. Boasting a renowned beer garden, the oldest restaurant in the city became our place.”

You know Don.

“Would you like to know more?”

“This ballpark oozed nostalgia. The kind that MLB suits fetishize, yet rarely emulate.”