There’s an eight mile walking trail thirty minutes away from our house which we’d been planning on going on but it wasn’t until about dinner time when I reminded my parents, so instead we just took the ten minute drive to downtown to do the history walk thing and see the statue of Cincinnatus.
I, upon arrival, slid in a headphone and listened to Jesus Belluci/Limp Pumpo’s self titled (if you consider the artist Limp Pumpo and not Jesus Belluci) and begun our stroll. Why Limp Pumpo? The urban sounds but harsh disconnect from the world around you- we weren’t really *in* downtown Cincinnati, despite the fact we were, as we strayed towards the edges of town rather than the heart. We first made our way to a playground that had burned down fairly recently and progressed our way to a series of metal swings.
And there we were. We crossed a rickety old bridge that trembled each step across it, seeing just how trash-full the mud deposits on each side of the opaque green Ohio river were.
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