To the unacquainted, Wilmington, Ohio, is an oddity. Situated geographically between Columbus, the state capital, and Cincinnati, home of Over-The-Rhine (ever hear of something called murder?), and close to Dayton, the city is under the sphere of influence of much, but not much influence comes out of here. Wilmington is the reported home of the Banana Split, and holds a festival each summer in honor of that, but of course, it’s disputed with some other town in Pennsylvania. We can have the banana split if they can just keep their…whatever it is they have over there. Maybe we can trade them the official rights to the banana split if they want our enormous international cargo airport, currently being run into the ground courtesy of our friends at DHL. Oh, well. The point is, Wilmington is here, located in Southwest Ohio, and welcomes all.
I’ve lived in Wilmington since the age of four, and over the last decade-and-a-half, I’ve witnessed much change in my small town. Perhaps over the course of this blog, I’ll discuss aspects of my town, provide information, opinion, review, or whatever else crosses my mind.
By the way, ILN is the airport code for Wilmington. But you already knew that.
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