I’m not a historian; I’m a cyclist who lives in Cincinnati. For a number of years I lived in Brighton, which is a scruffy little neighborhood near the downtown. It’s easy to see the past in this neighborhood because things have remained pretty much at a standstill for decades. I think its interesting to ponder that more than 130 years ago men and women rode their bicycles on the same roads I do and with the same amount of wonder and pleasure that I get from doing the same. Its fun to see an old building or landmark mentioned in the archival materials we have available that is still there for us to see. This town has become populated with a few more benevolent ghosts since I started my research.