Product Tag: Price Hill Historical Society
Sundays are pretty dull around Dodd’s Corner. Nothing is open. I headed down to my office with a thermos of coffee. On the way I picked up a Sunday Enquirer at the corner.
I sat at my desk, drank my coffee, and read the paper. It was all war news; some was good, some bad. The sports page was all about the Cincinnati Reds, once again, some good and some bad. I was finishing the last of my coffee when Marge Baker turned up, still dressed for mass at St. Clarisa’s. “Corky, I want to hire you to find out what really happened to my father,” she said.
One of my jokes had backfired. I had a mail-order diploma from the Ace Detective Academy, and when I was having the windows of my insurance agency lettered, I asked the sign painter to add “PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS” at the bottom of the glass. No one had ever even mentioned it until Marge showed up at my door...
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Over the years, Price Hill, perhaps more than any other neighborhood in the Queen City, has been home to a large number of saloons. Germans, Irish, and other nationalities found places to congregate and talk about the news of the day while drinking beer.
The ownership of these saloons was often passed down from generation to generation. That was also the case for those who frequented these establishments—sons following in their fathers’ footsteps to the nearest welcoming watering hole.
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