Happy Birthday to U.S.

Yesterday was the 250th anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence of the United States of America. Around 2010, the Cincinnati History Museum rediscovered a copy of the second printing of the Declaration and put it on display for the Fourth of July in 2015. Like this year, the Fourth of July fell on Saturday. Part of my blog post for Sunday, July 5, 2015, concerned the opening of the display on July 2. The 1776 document is again on display this year in an exhibit that opened on July 3. I took the opening picture from I-71 as I headed toward the museum for the opening of that exhibit.

Declarative Acts and Revolutionary Actors is paired with another temporary exhibit “Equal to Any in the City:” Ball & Thomas Photographs 1840s – 1870s. Both opened on the 3rd and are included with museum admission. Declarative Acts and Revolutionary Actors runs through August 23. “Equal to Any in the City:” Ball & Thomas Photographs 1840s – 1870s runs through October 14.

This year the museum’s copy of the Declaration of Independence is displayed in front of the 1st Pennsylvania Battalion flag. Josiah Harmar was a member of the 1st Pennsylvania Battalion and probably brought the flag with him to Ohio. His great-grandson donated the flag to the City of Cincinnati in 1926.

The Declaration of Independence was not signed on July 4, but was approved by representative from twelve colonies. Approximately 200 copies were printed that night in Philadelphia. Without instructions from their legislature, delegates from the thirteenth colony, New York, did not approve of the declaration on the fourth but did so on the ninth after which about 500 copies with the New York resolution were printed. The copy on display is one of four known survivors from the second printing. Twenty-six copies of the first printing are known to exist.

Additional informative displays and artifacts from Cincinnati’s earliest history, such as wood from the original Fort Washington, fill out the Declarative Acts and Revolutionary Actors exhibit.
 
 
James Presley Ball was a free Black man who, along with his brother-in-law Alexander Thomas, operated a very successful photography studio in Cincinnati from the late 1840s into the 1870s. The museum’s exhibit contains many of their original photos.

It’s perhaps not surprising that Ball was an active abolitionist. He frequently worked with the Underground Railroad, but his biggest contribution to the ant-slavery movement was probably a 600 yard long panorama he created in collaboration with other artists in 1855. It toured part of the country providing a visual depiction of the horrors of slavery. The panorama has been lost, but an accompanying pamphlet survives. A short video describes it in the exhibit.

The exhibit uses the Ball and Thomas story to share some details of early photography aside from the specifics of their activities. The film camera had just been invented and Photoshop was more than a century away but people were already busy improving on what the lens saw. Studio employees called retouchers might enhance black and white images with a little color or maybe even add something entirely new to the scene. Examples are turning a gray watchchain gold and placing a shiny gold ring on what was actually an empty finger.

It was still morning when I finished viewing the exhibits. It had already been uncomfortably hot when I arrived, and I knew the temperature was still rising. I opted to pause on a bench in the lobby for a bit before venturing out. What you see at left is the natural result of anyone spending more than a second or two in that wonderful half-dome with a camera in hand.

Because all of my previous 4th of July blog posts have included fireworks, I’m including this pair of worse than usual shots. In the past, I’ve photographed the shows at Kings Island, Loveland, and maybe a couple of other places. I can always hear, but not see, the Kings Island show, and that might be true of some other nearby events as well. However, I am surrounded by multiple neighbors who really like to celebrate on the 4th (and the 3rd, and the 5th, and more), so this year I just stepped outside my front door and grabbed a few snapshots with my phone. Then I stepped back inside and went to bed.


The 1955 Mountain View diner occupied by Sugar n’ Spice is a good place for breakfast when heading to the Museum Center. However, since it is in the downtown area, parking is a consideration, and for me, it often loses out to other places also within range of the museum with free parking. I’d already decided I was just going to deal with the parking, then learned that I didn’t have to. I had also more or less decided that I would have a very Cincinnati goetta-and-cheese omelet when I spotted something else on the menu. I believe this was my first-ever goetta Benedict. It is also very Cincinnati and also very good. Happy hollandaise.

A Sudsy Season of the Fish

I suspect that Lenten fish fries are perceived as having a bigger presence on this blog than is actually the case. And the perceived presence of church fish fries may be off even more. The first “season of the fish” post was in 2014, and it was nine years before the second one came along. I ate fish at quite a few churches between the two, and before the first one, but that 2014 Must Be the Season of the Fish post was the only one completely focused on religious organization fundraisers. It was in the middle of 2023’s Another Season of the Fish that I decided to focus on anything but.

The “season of” posts have appeared in years when I managed a Lenten-related meal on all seven qualifying Fridays. Apparently, that is something I’ve targeted more in recent years, as this is the fourth consecutive such post. In 2014, I indicated I’d started getting serious about fish fries three years prior, and mentioned that it was “a nice break from eating at establishments practicing commercialism full time.” That is something I’ve kept in mind even after moving away from churches. Since then, I’ve targeted American Legion posts, VFWs, and similar organizations. But not this year.

On Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, local beer aficionado, The Gnarly Gnome, published a blog post that really caught my attention. That post, Cincinnati Brewery Lent Specials, 2026, listed local breweries with Lenten specials, and that made sense to this old brewery hunter. So this year, I embraced rather than avoided “establishments practicing commercialism full time” — as long as they are makers of beer.

On the first Friday of Lent, I was in Kentucky for something totally unrelated and decided to hit a brewery on that side of the river. Alexandria Brewing Company‘s offering was fried cod on a Cubano roll. The $19.95 price was a rather sobering indicator of what inflation hath wrought. It was quite good, but I eventually decided that there was just too much bread and stripped off the Cabano and downed the last half with a fork. Live Fast, On High oatmeal stout washed it all down nicely.

Week two found me in Greenville, OH, so I stopped at the northernmost candidate on the way home. The $12.00 fish and fries at Lebanon Brewing Company was good, but the Most Best Barrel Aged Coconut Stout was great.

Seventy degrees and sunny was a perfect setting for a drive to the west side of town and the $15 fish basket at 13 Below Brewery. Bock season and Lent always overlap, and I’m sure that the evening’s Bockfest Parade benefited from the glorious weather. Sadly, I missed the parade, but I did not miss out on 13 Below’s Fluss Bock.

Despite it being sunny and not terribly below seventy degrees, plans for the evening ruled out a drive across town, so I chose nearby Cartridge Brewing for this week’s fishy meal. As it turns out, Cartridge has no menu items specifically for Lent, but the always available $22 fish & chips met my requirements. As you can see, it arrived while plenty of my Covert Schwarzbier remained.

Bocce Brewing Company is a nano brewery operating inside an Italian restaurant. I imagine that what is now called the brewery’s taproom was once the restaurant’s bar. Nano brewery offerings are often limited to just one or two varieties, but Bocce seems to always have a half-dozen or so beers available on tap, and I have been impressed with the ones I’ve tried. This time it was 120 Golden Lager, barely visible in the corner of the meal photo. In the center of that photo is the first seafood lasagna I have ever consumed, and it (Four-cheese lasagna with shrimp, cod and crab in a lobster sauce topped with shrimp $21) was delicious.

I went off the Gnome’s list this week. Although there is a brewery slightly closer to my home, I think of The Common Beer Company as my neighborhood beer maker. It’s a true mom & pop operation and a hotbed of friendliness. There is no kitchen or full-time food partner, but they do frequently host food trucks, and when I found out that Cousins Maine Lobster would be there on the final official Friday of Lent, I knew that would work. On one hand, $25.95 makes that a pretty pricey sandwich, but on the other, there is an awful lot of lobster stuffed into that roll. A glass of Dunkellfagus completed the meal.

Lent technically ends on Good Friday, but many of the non-commercial fundraising fish-frying folk keep their operations going, and I have always included it in my “Season of…” posts, and I wasn’t going to let a little roadtripping interfere with that. This week, I had no choice but to go off list since I was not even in the Cincinnati area. It took some online searching and some off-route driving, but I did find a brewery with fish in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. At the Third Base Brewery, I washed down the $13.99 fish and chips with Tilted Kilt Red Ale.


Not only is today Easter, but it is also the end of my 79th year of existence. Easter and my birthday last coincided in 2015, and I noted, after the fact, that it would happen again in 2026. I then forgot it until late February, when my daughter pointed it out and spared me another last-minute surprise. I also celebrated my 6th birthday on Easter and might celebrate my 90th and 101st on the big holiday as well. Of course, any celebration of those two future events will likely be fairly subdued.

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Wild and Wonderful Again

This picture is from my 2021 Wild and Wonderful Again trip. “Wild and Wonderful” is West Virginia’s tourism slogan. When I went there for Christmas in 2013, I called the trip “Wild and Wonderful Christmas”. When I did it again in 2021, “Wild and Wonderful Again” seemed like a rather natural name. Both outings were centered around state parks, but not the same state parks. In 2013, it was North Bend State Park. In 2021, the parks involved were Chief Logan, Pipestem, and Hawk;s Nest. The picture above was taken in the town of Matoaka, which I passed through on my drive from Chief Logan to Pipestem. As I said in the journal, I was getting a little down from the near-poverty I was seeing on the way to Matoaka, and the smiles and waves there put me in a much better mood.  On the way to West Virginia, I spent a night in Marietta, Ohio, and while in the state, paid a visit to New River Gorge.


Trip Peeks are short articles published when my world is too busy or too boring for a current events piece to be completed in time for the Sunday posting. In addition to a photo thumbnail from a completed road trip, each Peek includes a brief description of that photo plus links to the full-sized photo and the associated trip journal.

Happy (Actual) Imbolc

Ten years ago, I wished everyone a Happy Imbolc for the first time. In 2023, I reused that post to wish you all Happy Imbolc Again. I’m doing it once more, and this time, it’s for real.

In 2024’s Happy Imbolc (Again/Exact/Maybe) post, I wrote about Imbolc being the instant that marks the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, but in the end admitted that it was almost certainly originally seen as a day, and that that is pretty much how it is seen today. Furthermore, almost all Imbolc celebrants have surrendered to the arbitrariness of man-made calendars and tied the holiday to February 1, regardless of the sun’s position. Ask the internet when Imbolc 2026 is, and the most common answer you get will be February 1, although the actual solstice-equinox midpoint occurs on the third. Defining the holiday as sundown on the first until sundown on the second seems quite popular.

The last time February 1 fell on a Sunday was 2015, which was a year before I knew Imbolc existed. With that one year of ignorance as an excuse, I can say with sincerity that this is the first time in my personally recorded history that the widely recognized day of Imbolc coincides with the weekly publication of this blog. Happy Imbolc and Groundhog Day Eve to all.

ADDENDUM Feb 1, 2016: Almost as soon as this was posted, I realized that “actual” was the wrong word to use in the title. February 1 is more accurately called official Imbolc. Actual Imbolc is February 3.

Cahokia and Beyond

I first ran away for Christmas in 2006, and, with the exception of 2020, have done so every year since. Over time, I have become more conscious of Christmas’ connection with the Winter Solstice and, in recent years, have scheduled my trip at least as much around the natural holiday as around the man-made one. That continues this year with the trip beginning at the Cahokia Mounds World Heritage Site near Collinsville, Illinois. From there, I’ll head west on Historic Route 66 to at least Tulsa. Where I’ll spend Christmas, and what road I’ll be on at the time, will be revealed to me as the day approaches. The journal for the first day (i.e., Winter Solstice 2025) has been posted.

This entry lets blog-only subscribers know about the trip and provides a place for comments. The journal is here.

Merry Solstice to All

Today is the day of the Winter Solstice. Four hours and three minutes from now, at 10:03 AM EST, the sun will be as far from Earth as it ever gets, and the sunlit portion of our days will start becoming longer. I believe that the first time the mention of Winter Solstice appeared on this website was in 2014, when I attended an event at Serpent Mound one day before departing on my Christmas Escape Run and included it in the journal for the trip.

It next appeared in 2019 in a blog post on the day following the Solstice. 2019 was the first year I attended the sunrise gathering at Fort Ancient. The image at right is of a poster I bought that day. It is from a painting by Mary Louise Holt depicting what a Solstice sunrise might have been like back when the Hopewell ran the place we call Fort Ancient.

This blog is published every week on Sunday. That 2014 Serpent Mound Solstice event was on a Sunday, but Solstice wasn’t even mentioned in the day’s blog post. Instead, the post described a quartet of museum visits I had made the preceding week. It is here.

Today is the first time the Winter Solstice has fallen on a Sunday since 2014. I obviously can’t actually report on it since it hasn’t happened yet, and I really don’t have any new thoughts on the event in general since that 2019 blog post: A Cosmic Reason for the Season. I have copied and reused that post twice (2020 and 2021) with new introductions added. This post’s opening image shows what things might have looked like 2000 years ago. The pictures at left show what things actually did look like six years ago.

I hope to post photos of a gathering today at a different mound in the journal of the trip just begun.

TG ’25 – Some Dixie Redux

The two Dixie Highway alignments between Cincinnati and Lexington have been part of my Thanksgiving travels in some recent years.  In 2022, I drove all of them both, plus a little more, in a day trip loop. In 2024, I drove pieces of each as I made my way to or from a Thanksgiving meal at a Kentucky State Park. This year, I again drove all of both, but spread the driving over two days.

This southbound view of the John A. Roebling Suspension Bridge is probably familiar to some. It has marked the start of quite a few really good road trips. I crossed it on Wednesday morning, then soon turned onto the original (western) alignment of the Dixie Highway. A few blocks later, I pulled into one of my favorite breakfast spots, Anchor Grill, for a goetta and cheese omelette.

The metal tepee near Williamsburg and Fisher’s Camp near Corinth are familiar roadside attractions on the Dixie Highway. Although not at its original location, the Zero Milestone in Lexington is now where the two Cincinnati-Lexington DH alignments reconnect.

This is probably not on the official Dixie Highway, but Mike Curtis notes in his Dixie Highway Map that some sources, including the Automobile Blue Book, identified the road as a Dixie Highway route between Lexington and Mount Vernon. The hotel might look familiar. It’s the Campbell House, one of My Old Kentucky Hotels from last year’s Christmas outing. It wasn’t the first piece in this itinerary, but once I started thinking of doing the two DH alignments with an overnight, it was a pretty natural fit. There’s not much difference between my Thanksgiving Eve room and my 3 days before Christmas room.

My dinner spot was less than a mile away from the Campbell, just off Broadway, the not-quite-official DH. Tolly-Ho has been serving ‘burgers in Lexington since 1971, although it has only been in this location for just over a year. I have eaten here once before when it was in its second location, a little farther to the northeast on Broadway. I was quite early when I ate at Tolly-Ho in 2017, so, despite it being known for its hamburgers, I had breakfast. Not this time.

ADDENDUM: Dec 31, 2025: As the final hours of 2025 ticked by, I learned that Tolly Ho’s final hours were ticking by, too. The restaurant reportedly will close permanently at midnight. What a shame.

On Thanksgiving morning, it was possible, but not likely, that I would find an open independent breakfast spot further on up the road. It made no sense not to stop at this Waffle House barely half a mile away, directly on my planned path. Not only is Waffle House a reliable source of food on holidays, but it’s also a place where you are almost certain to find a friendly and cheerful staff. That was definitely the case here, where I started my day with a tasty pecan waffle.

I made my way back to the Zero Milestone, crossed yesterday’s path, and started north on the eastern Cincinnati-Lexington Dixie Highway alignment. The first section is now one-way northbound, so it’s likely that the only time I have driven it was on that 2022 round trip. The statue of Lewis and Harriet Hayden was not here then. The statue of the escaped slaves who became quite active in the Underground Railroad was unveiled on Juneteenth of this year. It is phase one of Lexington’s Freedom Train project. The Paris Pike Scenic Byway begins at the edge of town after the road has become two-way.

This is the Paris, complete with Eiffel Tower, the byway leads to. Beyond it, there are several bypassed sections of old road that probably look quite a bit like they did in Dixie Highway days. One passes through Blair and past the Old Lewis Hunter distillery. Potential customers are advised that Google Maps shows this as temporarily closed.

This actually was the first piece in this itinerary. Last year, as I drove south to that park near Hazard, KY, I was surprised to find the closer-to-home Log Cabin Inn open for breakfast. I was less surprised to find a Thanksgiving dinner was planned for later in the day. As the holiday approached this year, I was happy to learn that it was happening again and that reservations were not required. Last year, it had been sold out some days before I stopped for breakfast. I planned to stop on my way north and hope to get in. It was crowded, and a few people were waiting for seats, but I, as a party of one, was given a spot at the bar immediately. The fellow to my left, whom I chatted with later, was drinking from a pretty large mug, but fortunately, the barmaid offered me a choice of large or small. She did not offer a size choice on the meal, and I think I barely made it through half of the feast shown in the opening photo. Although it was too much for me, it was very good, and many customers thought the portions just right.

The two Dixie Highway alignments come together in Covington, KY, and cross the Roebling into Ohio as one. I slipped through the city and onto my home with a belly full of turkey, ham, and a complete set of trimmings, and a heart full of gratitude for friends, family, and general good fortune.

Subdued Hues

An advertisement for a steam train in Virginia caught my attention, and the autumn foliage outing it promoted sure looked inviting. However, I couldn’t make any of the train’s scheduled dates work for me. It did get me thinking about autumn rail excursions, though, and I found another steam-powered one that I could fit into my schedule. It was even closer in Ohio. However, it only ran on weekends, and weekend lodging in the area was either unavailable or unaffordable. When I saw that very affordable lodging could be had on Thursdays and that the same route followed by the steam locomotive on weekends was followed by a diesel on Fridays, I decided I could make do with a slightly shallower dive into history. I booked the B&B and the Friday afternoon train.

Rain entered the picture as the outing neared. It started on Wednesday and continued as I headed east on US-50 Thursday morning. I stopped for an excellent breakfast at Sassafras Kitchen & Coffee Bar in Hillsboro, and had a really good burger and some fantastic fries at The Mine Tavern in Nelsonville.

Nelsonville was my destination. I checked into the Tulip Room in the Hyde House, just a couple of blocks from the tavern and not much more than that from the train station. Recent weather predictions had shown the rain ending Thursday night, with Friday being completely dry. I checked one more time before falling asleep and noticed a slight change. My little train ride was scheduled to depart at 1:00 and last for two hours.

The Hocking Valley Scenic Railway station is right next to Rocky Boots headquarters and outlet. I arrived well before departure time and walked over to Rocky Boots to get the picture of the Headless Sheepman that opens this article. It was, after all, Halloween. Note that, although the sky is hardly cloudless, the sun is shining.

All four cars of the train would essentially be full by the time we pulled out, but I was on board early enough to grab photos of them nearly empty. The car with blue seats was built in 1939 for long-distance travel. It was once used on the Cincinnatian, which ran between Cincinnati and Detroit. The other three cars (I rode the middle one) were built in the 1920s and used by commuters in the Chicago area.

Early in the trip, we passed the remaining kilns of the Nelsonville Brick Company. In addition to plain paving bricks, the company made those very popular decorative star bricks. We were also treated to some nice views of the Hocking River. There was no shortage of front and back yards filled with cars in need of attention, but this was the only yard I saw filled with steam engines. Much classier, in my opinion.

The excursion ran almost to Logan, with much of the route actually inside the Wayne National Forest. There were plenty of trees, and some rather scenic views here and there. Red and orange leaves, however, were few and far between.

Railroad employees passed through the cars frequently, helping with windows, seats, and any other issues passengers might have. At the route’s end point, the locomotive moved from one end of the train to the other via a siding. The seats in the commuter cars had reversible backs, and quite a few riders flipped theirs, so they were facing forward as the cars were pulled “backward”. I was not among them.

You may have noticed clouds gathering in some of the previous photographs. No rain fell during the ride or during the short time I was in Nelsonville after it ended. However, by the time we returned to the station, the sky looked like this. As we exited the train, I commented to a lady in line that there had not been much color in the trees along the way. “No,” she said, “not this year. It’s been too dry.” Maybe that’s the reason. I don’t know. If so, the dry spell appears to be over, but any rain now will just knock the leaves from the trees. It won’t make them colorful. 

Season of the Clown

Not everybody decorates for Halloween with store-bought skeletons and inflatable witches. Some people, like this guy in Delhi Township that I just learned of, do it with personal creativity. For the last ten years, Shaun Reynolds has filled his front yard with unique creations based on different themes. This year, it’s clowns.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I was a kid,” Reynolds told TV station WCPO. It was through their article and video that I learned of the seasonal attraction. Check it out here. I didn’t get to meet Reynolds when I visited on Thursday, but I have a feeling that he’s not quite finished with being a kid.

I did get to meet Teresa, a long-time neighbor. I was poised to ask what it was like having a big, spooky attraction in your neighborhood, but I didn’t really need to. Her smile when she greeted me let me know she was loving it. I had thought of counting the figures on display, but had not followed through. Theresa made that unnecessary, too. “38 or 39,” she said. She also tried to describe how great the place looks at night with the lights on, as well as just how crowded and fun it gets on Fridays and Saturdays.

Reynolds makes it very clear that he does this for fun and that sharing it and seeing others enjoy it is part of that fun. Of course, some folks have wanted to contribute something, so the Reynolds family has taken to accepting donations of food and money, which they pass on to the Delshire Elementary School food drive.

I’d sure like to see this place at night, and I’m going to try to make that happen. Maybe you can, too, but it is obviously pretty cool day or night. It’s on Assisiview Court.

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Thankful in Tennessee

This picture is from my 2017 Thankful in Tennessee trip. This was in the style of my Christmas dinners in state parks but this time the holiday was Thanksgiving and the park was in Tennessee rather than Ohio or West Virginia. On Thanksgiving day, I drove straight to Natchez Trace State Park for the holiday buffet. I spent two nights at the park but drove to Brownsville for dinner and a nighttime peek at Billy Tripp’s Mind Field on the second day. I then spent two days getting home with time on US-45 and US-50 and stops in Paducah, KY, Metropolis, IL, and Vincennes, IN. The picture of Pin Oak Lake was taken near the turnaround point of a ranger-led hike I joined on the second day at the park.


Trip Peeks are short articles published when my world is too busy or too boring for a current events piece to be completed in time for the Sunday posting. In addition to a photo thumbnail from a completed road trip, each Peek includes a brief description of that photo plus links to the full-sized photo and the associated trip journal.