Cincyopolis-readers, you are invited to be part of something bigger than yourself.
You are invited to come out from behind your computer screens, your tablets, turn-off your smart phones for a few hours and share the same space with other like-minded human beings in real time.
You are invited to celebrate dragon slaying and windmill tilting, the hero’s quest and all the possibilities most people believe can never happen.
On Thursday, June 4, from 6-8:00 pm, I’ve decided to violate one of my cardinal rules in life: “Kathy Holwadel Does Not Entertain,” a perfectly good rule I put into place after I broke a glass in my last complete set of matching wine goblets a few years back.
But that was before I started cincyopolis, before I decided to get involved, not just passively accept corporate priorities and political expediencies any more, rationalize my civic laziness with excuses about why I was too busy and what could I do anyway, before I determined to re-imagine my responsibility as a citizen of the city I love and start to think for myself. During the past 12 months I’ve connected with so many talented, caring, brave, bold thinkers I had to break my own rule, because if you could see what I’ve seen – how strong we are – how amazing -, you wouldn’t doubt for a minute what we can accomplish together, the kind of community we can make here at this bend in a beautiful river.
So before I take-off to spend the summer in Italy, I’m inviting you to my house. Where the wine glasses will never match. My friend, Elliot, is making the food. I’ll run by the Party Source and pick-up a wide variety of cold beverages. If the weather is nice, we’ll sit on the roof and watch barges, point out the buildings I’ve been writing about from way up high.
Since my building (400 Pike St., 45202 – right next to the Taft Museum) has one of those fancy-schmancy doormen, email me at email@example.com so I can put your name on the list of attendees. We’ve got room for a hundred.
You are invited to be a part of something bigger than yourself. Cincyopolis survived its first year. Let’s celebrate.