Cincinnatians just love to joke about
that old, clichéd quip often attributed to Mark Twain: “When the end of
the world comes, I want to be in Cincinnati because it’s always 20 years
behind the times.” The colloquialism is used to exemplify anything
considered remotely backward, from legislation to fashion to potholes.
Signs of life, though, are sprouting up around the city like a canary
dandelion through a crack in the cement.