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Through the bottoms of Fairmount, Pete Limpelli saw a slice of Cincinnati history akin to the great industrial footprints of Maspeth and Long Island City in Queens, and Red Hook in Brooklyn. Hulking treacheries of warehouses and factories, with warped and mashed rail leading into dead end throughways, all rusted and dead, made Pete think of a time when he was a kid, riding his bike. Exploring his world. To Pete, those bleak outcroppings were once an invitation. An invitation to outwit the watchie. An invitation to see America make things.
Most of them were gone now, the factories. They only remained, as they did here, along Harrison Avenue in Cincinnati. A molted shell of what once was.
William Comparetto
© 2006