When original University Hall was demolished in 1971, the arch and columns were salvaged and built into the 1976 University Hall. Neat to think that me, my daughter, most of you, and all the students before and since us have walked under the same arch that the very first Buckeyes passed beneath on the first day of classes 150 years ago.

Lane Ave Bridge in rainbow colors for Pride 2023!!

Ruby Tuesday, 1978 Summit St, celebrates its 50th anniversary this August. Opened in 1973 in a former drugstore, the bar was--and still is--decorated with fixtures from the old 1887 Franklin Co Courthouse. Shortly after opening, the bar hosted a new country-rock band McGuffey Lane which shortly became a campus, then Central Ohio, then regional sensation. The band was selling out shows nightly and the bar had to remodel to accomodate the all fans. 

''Two blocks and a world away from High Street," Ruby Tuesday continues serving up food, drinks, and entertainment to this day.   

NO relation to the multinational chain of suburban family dining establishments.

It's student move-out time and the most unusual furnishings appear on the sidewalks and in the alleyways.

Members of Team Buckeye at a fundraiser for Pelotonia. Started in 2008 and usually held the first week of August, the two-day bike event has raised over a quarter-billion dollars for cancer research and treatment at Ohio State's James Cancer Hospital and Solove Research Institute.

"Rutherford B Hayes" scarecrow at the 168th Ohio State Fair. Every year Asa and I think about entering the scarecrow competition at the Fair but usually talk ourselves out of it, reasoning that our creation would be too macabre. More “Dark Night of the Scarecrow” than “Wizard of Oz.” After this entry, we might have to reconsider.

Making friends at the 168th Ohio State Fair!

Crowded Friday night midway at the 168th Ohio State Fair. It was crowded a lot. Very pleasant weather led the fair to use the Long St overflow lots downtown several nights and close fair admission early on the last Saturday night of the fair.

Student move-in and campus today is all late-40-something moms and dads, cursing bikers and pedestrians, trying to maneuver colossal suburban trucks and SUVs down city streets. The wrong way.

Every year, I delight in watching new students move into spaces older than their parents (or grandparents)—some of them beautiful, some of them inhumanly basic—and creatively, lovingly, and cheaply convert them into their very first home.

Sunday morning streets: Nothing says end-of-summer any louder than ultraviolet morning glories under blue and cloudless September skies.