Although it’s home to the second-most annoying fanbase in minor league American soccer, Louisville’s a lovely place to visit.

A wonderful evening with honest food trucks and photographs inspired by specific VHS footage.

I never liked Adam Dunn and I’m still upset that the Reds let Dusty Baker go in an effort to retain the joke that was Bryan Price.

“I just didn’t want to be waiting here too long. Trapped, politely feigning interest in the uninteresting. Trying to make sense of the nonsensical.”

As the poet Willard Carroll Smith II penned in his titular ballad of Vice City: “Water so clear, you can see to the bottom.” Don’t get distracted by the natural beauty of the beach, though, because there’s now an “Orange Cream” version of Coca-Cola.

“So, imagine the palpable and genuine sense of bliss that washed over me one evening as I trudged through the grey snow. There, in the distance, just a few blocks from where I lay my head—the bright, red glow of neon cutting through the winds of a midwestern winter: ‘Pizza.’”

Cincinnati the past few days with ten inches of snow and single-digit temperatures to usher in 2025.