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Tuesday, May 17, 2011


Reminds me of the old days here in beautiful Ohio. Of course, I only read about it because I was on sabbatical during that time. Anyway, sometime during the 1970s, Cleveland's Cuyahoga River caught fire---maybe more than once. These unfortunate incidents added to the jokes circulating, much to Clevelanders' chagrin.

It all worked itself out, though and the waters have been calm since. It wasn't all necessarily bad. There is a craft brewery now that calls itself Burning River. There is even a little celebration in Columbus, Ohio called Water Fire on the Mile: little rafts with braziers in the middle are floated down the Scioto in downtown Columbus on a summer evening. An attractive demonstration of tribal solidarity? Perhaps. Or it may be a tongue-in-cheek jest towards the city up north.

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