[the native returns a stranger]

the native returns a stranger

rain clouds hang
over the seven hills
the warm kissing wind: telling

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Other than maybe the jail, the last working payphone in downtown Cincinnati is at the greyhound station, which you’d miss in the shadow of the former Sheriff Simon Leis’s retirement fund (aka now called the Hard Rock Casino, where statistically probable losers are greeted by a John Lennon quote: "You may call me a dreamer, but I’m not the only one").

There used to be a payphone at the corner of E Central and Main that only cost a dime, well into the early 00's. This was when communication was still primarily a public enterprise.

The coffee at @coffee_emporium was amazing, as was the jam-filled scone I allowed myself (not pictured.)

This city has always been a love / hate thing. Home but not home. Escape but not escape. It's beat me up before and it's set me free before.

And this isn't even the place I was born.