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December 22, 2022
Christmas
I miss southern Ohio around Christmas time. The Village of Indian Hill, all 220 years of it, will never be gone. It will never change that much. It’s the mirror I keep holding up to myself. No one had a better childhood than Dan Hull growing up in Detroit, Chicago and finally (age 9) Cincinnati. No one lucked out more being born to great (and colorful) hardworking parents. And no one except maybe Dad did or said more “memorable” things year after year at the Eveland’s annual New Years Eve party in that big white house Potter Stewart once owned back in the woods off Shawnee Run. Always thought there should be award for that.
Merry Christmas, all you Buckeyes. You know who you are.
Posted by JD Hull at December 22, 2022 03:32 PM
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