Just got back from Cincinnati. Second time in the city. This time is more real than the first. This time I stayed downtown. Had reason to because we were going to visit a customer in the morning.
The first time I was in Cincinnati didn't really count, I suppose. I was just at the airport--having dropped off my daughter for her summer job. We drove there together from Rochester and I flew home leaving her the car for the summer. She had a summer job at Carrelton, Kentucky about 70 miles or so from Cincinnati. I remembered that day flying out being concerned about leaving her at a small town where she knew no one.
Flying in this time on Tuesday and landing at the airport was coincindental in that September 24, 2007, was also the day that my daughter 8 years later just finished defending her Phd thesis. The city of Cincinaatil, for some odd reason, has a memorable connection to my daughter and me.
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