Mark and Eric sittin' in a tree, t-r-a-d-i-n-g. Second comes senate, first comes mayor, then comes us maybe havin' a prayer. Right now Alicia Reece is somewhere tying off David Pepper. And I can't  

I knew of Mark Mallory when we were two nobodies very outside the arena of public opinion and scrutiny -- both, I think, scrapping to escape the long shadows of overachieving older siblings to find   

The smell of former basketball coach and talk radio lightning rod Bob Huggins isnÕt even gone when University of Cincinnati President Nancy Zimpher is in a late-September roundtable with th  

Even in its February 1880 beginnings as Belatrasco, the University of CincinnatiÕs newspaper of record seemed to have its finger on the newborn pulse of UC, albeit seemingly by accident and   

"I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset." -- "The Negro Speaks of Rivers," Langston Hughes I h  

Arbiters of cool know it when they see it, especially when they're making it. The trick is not to act like it, not to be a postmodern poseur of style without the stability of substance. The pop  

University of Cincinnati Coach Bob Huggins is a boozy hick, a (formerly) good basketball coach whose black talent doesn't graduate as successfully as they play. They might not even be able to read   

The Rev. Charles Winburn is a dangerous man. Sometimes intriguing, always unintentionally funny but dangerous nonetheless. Winburn is identically dangerous as many of his right-sided, church-and-s  

Writing in journals and learning about nutrition might seem a soft response to the havoc Covington's poverty, flashes of violent crime and grim educational statistics can reek on its young girls.  

In the parallel universe of race and class inhabited by Cincinnatians and Americans in general, black-on-black and white-on-white crime are identical yet somehow simultaneously different (she said