Clintonville is indeed a wonderful place! Apart from 2005-2006, I’ve always lived here and within the same 1/2 mile radius. That would sound a little sad if it wasn’t such a nice, liveable place. For example…
We’re within walking distance of several parks, including the nationally acclaimed Park of Roses (which holds free outdoor concerts all Summer long) and OSU’s Wetlands wildlife study ground; the Olentangy River is literally at the end of our cross-street along with its bike path that heads straight downtown through campus and the Short North (or if you head North instead, dead-ends on The Hills Market, a local gourmet grocer); you can find the city’s best Mediterranean and vegan/fusion cuisine here; Studio 35 is the ultimate old-timey movie theater experience where you can get a pizza and beer with your latest movies; it’s full of pub-style neighborhood bars which, depending on the location, can have high-style cuisine or simply the world’s best pepper-crusted burgers with a basket of sweet potato fries; the annual farmer’s market gets bigger every year, with vendors from all around selling and chatting about their wares.
Honestly, I could go on and on, but what I really love about Clintonville is its atmosphere. If the above links didn’t give you a clue, the neighborhood’s personality is thoroughly laid-back, progressive, eco-friendly, and quiet. To give context, the New York (freakin’) Times described Clintonville as Columbus’ lesbian stronghold — they weren’t wrong. A huge percent of our neighbors are lesbian, gay, or just outright queer people like us. It’s the sort of neighborhood where it’s not unusual to hear someone practicing the bagpipes at sunset or watch greyhounds in their most fashionable new jackets prance around the sidewalks.
On top of all of that, Clintonville is safe* with some of the city’s lowest crime rates. It’s the sort of place you can walk around in at night and not feel the slightest bit menaced or harassed. That’s largely in part thanks to Clintonville residents’ fervent investment in the neighborhood — they want it nice and quiet, so they keep it nice and quiet. Most police calls around here are because of noise complaints or suspiciously parked cars. Far too many college students have moved here only to find their parties thoroughly squelched by neighbors who are all too happy to call Officer Shut-The-Fuck-Up. I might be an old fart, but damn, do I enjoy the peace.
So, like any neighborhood with a very distinctive personality, you either love or hate Clintonville. Many other Columbus residents grumble that it’s too “granola,” liberal, or hippy (honestly, they could mean 60s hippies or current hipsters, both apply) — but if that’s your cup of tea, you wind up loving it.
And that’s my thoroughly-biased essay on my neighborhood. Thank you.
(Oh yeah, and don’t miss the neighborhood’s Gates to Hell.)
*At this point, I’m referring to “Old Clintonville,” the area it has always occupied before city officials changed the neighborhood borders to include Morse Rd. all the way to Worthington — sorry Beechwold, but you’ve always sucked a certain amount of butt.
With a huge batch of new followers (hell yeah! Thank you, everyone!) there has naturally come a huge batch of new Asks. There’s just one problem: so many of them have been asked and answered already! As in, more often than I would feel right inflicting upon all of you again. I care.
To better accommodate followers old and new, my lovely wife, K, has done the heroic deed of creating a brand spankin’ new About Page! It covers everything from our comics and upcoming projects to how we met and sexuality mysteries! Go read it!
Does this mean I don’t plan on answering Asks? Of course not! My box is always open,* so if you’re still curious about anything, just drop a line! I love a good question. Hell, I love bad questions. I’m a fickle person, which makes it all the better that the About Page exists now. Thanks, K, my sweet little ocelot!
*If you chuckled, you’re going to Hell.