Ohio tends to get a bad rap. It’s boring, it’s flat, it’s a hot bed of drug use and terrible things and Rust Belt ghosts and all that.
But I’ve lived here all my life, and I really do like it.
Especially when I had a drive home that included:
Corn fields ready for harvesting
FOUR horses in paddocks, grazing
a farm house with a sign that said “Fresh apple cider sold here”
a farm run by sisters that has a resident llama
A barn with an old “Mail Pouch Tobacco” advertisement on its side
I drove home from barre class with the windows down and great songs on the stereo and a gorgeous early fall day.
Ohio has its good points.