Being Ernie Krivda

“Play me something” says the tenor master during our first lesson together. I squirm uncomfortably in my socks, having left my shoes at the door of the immaculate if modest music studio.

2015-03-17T09:25:47-04:00March 17, 2015|

Rust Belt Refugees – March 2015

Many from the Midwest have relocated for one reason or another, but many have never fully acclimated to their new home away from home. These March 2015 profiles tell the story of Rust Belt Refugees.

2015-03-17T08:38:28-04:00March 16, 2015|

Steel Grit

The year was 1976. I was a college student going down to US Steel to apply for a summer job. I had never been there before, but it was one of those places that lined the Mahoning River, over which I had driven a million times.

2015-10-25T09:21:32-04:00March 12, 2015|

Cincinnatus

When we set about assembling The Cincinnati Anthology, we were looking for all different impressions of the city: the loving, the brutal, and the honest.

2015-03-11T08:27:58-04:00March 11, 2015|

There’s Always Next Year

My father was born in 1949. If you’re a lifelong Indians fan, his birth year is significant. Chances are, you’re shaking your head in sympathy or smiling ruefully right about now. My long-suffering father has never seen his beloved team win the World Series.

2022-04-07T14:36:55-04:00March 9, 2015|

On The Rouge

Of all the fathers and sons I know, I’m fairly certain my dad and I are the only ones who would spend part of a hot spring Wednesday afternoon peering into a sewer grate. However, this is not just any sewer grate.

2015-03-21T11:26:48-04:00March 5, 2015|

Introducing The Rust Belt Bestiary

I grew up in Akron in the 1980s – the decade the Rubber City lost 8,000 factory jobs and the Ohio exurbs swallowed 13 acres of farmland per hour. Despite growing up in nadir of the Rust Belt’s environmental health and biodiversity ...

2015-04-26T17:05:07-04:00February 25, 2015|