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June 02, 2021


I miss growing up in Indian Hill, Ohio. A community that protected its own. If I were driving at night down Drake Road at 17 in a Galaxy 500 with the top down on Friday night and the local cops—the Indian Hill Rangers—stopped me, this:

“Why it’s Dan Hull. John Hull’s eldest. You got any beer or dope there in your daddy’s car?”

“No, sir.”

“Would you like some?”

Below: One Captain Black circa 1926. Seriously? These were good men and women.


Posted by JD Hull at June 2, 2021 07:28 AM


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