On Sunday afternoon, Hurricane Ike paid the Cincinnati area a surprise visit on his way toward the northeast. Although decidedly not the Ike that devastated parts of Texas, this boy still had legs when he reached Ohio. The region saw winds in excess of 75 miles per hour, meaning that Ike was still a Category 1 hurricane. The winds were surprising strong and destructive, whipping trees and power lines for about three hours.
By 9pm Sunday evening, 1.2 million customers in the Cincinnati metro area were without power. According to Duke Energy, that was 90% of their customers in this region.
Around 3pm, I watched the electric and phone lines behind my house suddenly bounce and swing rapidly. Three houses up, a limb had fallen directly on the lines, pulling them to the ground, along with the electric service wires to my neighbors’ homes. Needless to say, that did us in also.
The limb remains fallen on the lines at this hour, as the crews have been unable work on it just yet. My home, like many still in the Cincinnati area are without power. Repair is not expected for several days yet. All is not lost, however. Our good fortune is that our neighbor on the south side has electricity. With a heavy duty 100 foot extension cord, my family has a working fridge and a single light in the kitchen. Thank you Amy and TR!!
It seems like a long time without power, but my praise goes out to the hard working men and women on line crews out there 16 hours a day, sleeping 8, and then doing it again. There are hundreds of thousands of people waiting, and they’ll get here as best they can. The task has to be daunting.
You can read more from The Cincinnati Enquirer. (You’ll have to make up your age, gender, and zip though.) Here’s a page from a local TV station, WCPO.
And now, I’m leaving my electrified office for the electric-free residence.
Opening Day, that rite of spring whereupon the first baseball game was played, is a holiday in the Cincinnati area. Since the Cincinnati Red Stockings were the first professional baseball team, Major League baseball used to commemorate that tradition by having the now Cincinnati Reds play the first baseball game of the season. Until they sold out to television, which decided it preferable to play the first game during prime time on Sunday night before the “official” Opening Day. Cincinnati commemorates the day with a parade from Findlay Market, a party on Fountain Square, marching bands, and a baseball game that gets sold out in minutes to the scalpers, I mean, ticket resellers.
I don’t enjoy baseball much anymore. It’s not because my favorite teams, the aforementioned Cincinnati Reds and Pittsburgh Pirates are so darn lousy. Baseball was always so rich in tradition with strong appeal and connection to the fans. Much of that has been lost on me for quite some time now. Escalating ticket prices, poor pitching, spoiled players, as well as prevalence of performance-altering chemicals cause me to look elsewhere for my entertainment.
However, it is Opening Day of a new season. It’s spring and “hope springs eternal” (Alexander Pope). Winter is over, the smell of spring is in the air! The Reds will get some pitching this year. The team won’t be out of the division race by June.
At the time of posting of this article, the score was Diamondbacks 4 – Reds 4. Middle of the 7th.
Posted in Cincinnati, History, Ohio, Personal Commentary, Sport
Tagged Baseball, Cincinnati, History, Ohio, Opening Day, Sport, Spring
One of the articles that gets the most view on this blog is called Hell is Real, which doesn’t reflect my religious values as much as it does show some rather interesting roadway viewing near my hometown of Cincinnati.
I suspect that what folks are searching for are pictures of Touchdown Jesus, pictured below:
You can find that statue, also known as Butter Jesus, just north of Cincinnati, near Exit 29 on the east side of the freeway.
But Touchdown Jesus can also be found in a more appropriate location than near the side of the freeway. How about the a mural on the library outside the football stadium at Notre Dame?
I would be remiss if I didn’t include a YouTube video by comedian Heywood Banks about that same Big Butter Jesus.
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Drive south from Columbus, Ohio on Interstate 71. About halfway to Cincinnati, on the east side of the highway, check for the following sign out in the middle of a corn field.
And if that thought doesn’t just shake your bones, once you get to Cincinnati, head north on Interstate 75. Brace yourself as you get to Exit 29, the Monroe Exit. Immediately after the porn shop signs and flea markets, look on the east side of the freeway for Butter Jesus. And brace yourself…
Although both of these are a bit much to believe for a born Jew, now UU, they are truly shocking and maybe just a bit absurd.
I know I’ve asked this question before in this blog, but what kind of religion is this???
Certainly not about peace and good works.