Take Me Home

Every so often in the middle of BET's The Game marathon a Tide commercial comes on that I love. It's a father and his son who has just gotten out of a bath. The father as wrapped his son in a crisp white towel and you can see they are having a nice father/son moment together...peep the commercial:

Not only do I love it because it shows a positive, black father/son relationship, but I actually listened to the words of the woman singing "take me home...".

I couldn't help but think of my own personal "crisp white towel" that bring me warmth and comfort. And, crazy as it may sound, that place is Cincinnati....The Nasty Nati, Porkopolis, etc.

Cincinnati is my home, my safety blanket, my safe haven if you will. Just the thought of home evokes a sense of comfort. No matter how broke, sick, or hurt I am, the minute I see Kings Island on I-71 when I'm driving in I feel 10 times better. It's where my family is and most of my friends and that is where my real comfort zone is. These are a few of my favorite things:

• A Skyline Chili 3-way, 
• Walking around Eden Park or sitting on the benches looking over at Kentucky with The Boo or friends
  
• Riding bikes with my father
  
• A hefty scoop of Graeter's mocha chip ice cream or UDF Cookies and Cream
  
• Shopping at Kroger's at 2 a.m. or whenever the spirit moves me
  
• sitting on my Grandma Geneva's porch on Blair Ave. in the summers
• cruising in my old Ford Escort with my girls around Avondale
• Hitting the Avondale drive-thru just for a pop
• Hearing people refer to Coke, Sprite, etc. as pop
• Family dinners at my Grandma Katie's house and always wondering who would stroll in next
• The Taste of Cincinnati
• The Black Family Reunions (the way they used to be when folks were fighting every 5 secs)
  
• Bengals games (though I haven't been to one since before high school)

I could go on forever. But here are some pics instead...