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And Robert... I must agree with you: I've always love the Ohio Capitol.

What downtown Columbus lacks in awesomeness and density it more then makes up for in potential. It sickens me that such a large percentage of the city's center consists of a sea of surface lots, but my mind--and I'm certain I'm not alone in this--is rife with possibility. Ps, btw... after six months of nomadic travel since leaving Portland, Oregon, I am living and working in Columbus as of last week, and hope to be here long enough to see some of those lots built upon :wave:

Apparently "ii" is now preferred to a terminal "y" in "princess" circles?

The balconies appear to be real-life, bona-fide balconies; just possessing relatively odd dimensions in order to contain the sukkah when that time of year rolls around. mrnyc, how about some follow-up pictures later this year to test our theory? Sukkot begins 6 October, I believe.

My guess is that the weird balconies are for Sukkot, the Feast of Tabernacles, a seven-day agricultural festival. During this time, observant Jews dwell--eat, sleep, and entertain--in temporary outdoor structures often called booths. I figure, lacking private yards, the balconies make an easy "sukkah."

PS... unfortunately, we had no access to what appears--from the outside, at least--to be one of the most glorious attic spaces ever. We did, however, have an awful lot of fun nosing around in the creepy, crumbling basement.

So, here I am sitting around on a lazy, Friday evening in Portland, Oregon, looking-up Ohio sites so as to introduce a friend of mine to the surreal world that is Dayton... my hometown. After having a laughing fit :lol: at Jeff's recent post about the Appalachian Festival on Xenia Avenue (well, I had a lauging fit; my friend didn't see the humor in it... beyond the hair, at least), I excitedly opened this post in anticipation of a culture shock of a journey down Wyoming when what greets my eyes?? Oh, wait... this is Wayne Avenue, I lived there once... :wave: Hey! I know that Old Crack House! :-o OMG!! I used to live in that OTHER crack house!!! I lived in both the front and rear apartments on the second floor (and, for awhile, I even had friends living in the first floor front apartment with the old front door opeing to stairs down the hill). Though the place is rather shabby (I named my house mouse Fievel), countless details of its glory days remain in all four of the flats it is now carved into. In addition, the owner lives next door. Also pictured: Thanks for the flashback!! :drunk: