Naturalists with the Division of Natural Areas and Preserves of the Ohio Department of Natural Resources will lead the division’s annual 3.5-mile winter hike along the Little Miami State and National Scenic River on Saturday, Feb. 8
Multiple guided hikes will be offered on a staggered basis and will wind through the cliffs of John Bryan State Park and Clifton Gorge State Nature Preserve, with the first hike starting out at 9 a.m. Hikers will depart from the Day Lodge at John Bryan State Park, located on State Route 370, about 2 miles east of Yellow Springs. The last hike departs at 10 a.m.
Participants will learn about the cultural history, geology and ecology of the region. The trail follows the Little Miami River upstream as it heads into the preserve, then into the village of Clifton.
After the hike, shuttles will transport participants back to the John Bryan State Park parking lot, or participants may hike back on their own. Hikers are encouraged to dress appropriately for the weather, wear sturdy shoes and bring water.
A trans woman responds to the president:
I used to call my friends “f-gs.” Even after I learned where the term came from, I still thought it was funny. It was the ’90s. I was a straight teenage boy — so I thought — and burning people alive for being queer didn’t seem real to me.
I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I wasn’t going to follow through on the threat that is implicit in that word. Obviously. I was just having fun and my friends were, you know, being f-gs.
I did not know what it meant to be queer. I had no exposure to that world or people living with the reality of those identities. It never occurred to me that, by participating in those homophobic teenage antics, I was contributing to a culture of hate and fear. I didn’t know that I was hurting people because I didn’t understand that there were people to be hurt.
Then I made some new friends, some gay friends, and I got it. They didn’t have to tell me to stop using that word or explain anything. They just had to be themselves. In doing that, they put a face and an emotional connection to an issue I had never thought of: queer rights. I understood that these were real people, and that I had been hurting them.
Thirty years later and here I am: an out pansexual, transgender person — a bona fide, card-carrying f-g — listening to the president of the United States tell the world that taking away my rights and erasing my identity is now national policy. Donald Trump said that. He said it and the crowd applauded.
I am writing today because I am scared. I am scared. But not of the president. Donald Trump does not scare me. It is the crowds who follow him that I fear.
Donald Trump did not invent hate. He did not invent fear. He did not invent ignorance, homophobia or misogyny. Donald Trump is a con man. He does not invent anything. He merely sees an angle and plays it. Donald Trump is not the cause of these problems. He is the result of them.
77,284,118 votes were cast for President Trump this past November. The Council on Foreign Relations tells me that is the second highest number of votes in U.S. history. I am just one queer. One, tiny, scared little f-g. What can I do? What can any of us trans/ enby/genderqueer folks do to keep ourselves from being hurt when that many people voted to hurt us?
We can do what my friends did 30 years ago. We can stand up and tell the world who we are. That is the only way that I see to change that many minds — and changing minds is exactly what we must do.
No election will fix this for us. It is no longer an option to put our heads down and wait out the next four years. There will always be some sly carnival barker waiting to exploit people’s ignorance. Only by removing the ignorance can we safeguard against that, and the only way I know to do that is through personal interaction. It is easy to hurt people who do not seem real to you. It is easy to clap for a man calling for federally sanctioned discrimination against people who are faceless. It is not such an easy thing to do when that man is threatening to hurt your neighbor, or your spouse, or your co-worker, or your child.
He is going to do that — President Trump is not some naive teenager. He knows exactly what he is saying, and he has a mob of 77,284,118 people emboldening him. He will follow through on the threat implicit in his statement, because that is his angle. President Trump will hurt us if we do not stand up now and put a face on the faceless. We do that by being visible. By being visible we take away that mob, one mind at a time.
That is a radical and courageous thing to do. It shouldn’t be, but it is. I know that. I know what I am asking. I already said that I am scared. But 30 years ago, I met some people who were radical and courageous. They changed my mind, just by being themselves. Millions of queer people before me have risked everything to get us where we are today.
Now it’s my turn. It is our turn. I believe in coming out. There is power in being yourself. I have seen it. We cannot be silent. We cannot be hidden. No election can save us. No leader can save us. This isn’t a problem of leaders — it is a problem of 77,284,118 ill-informed, wrong-minded individuals, and only by standing up and playing our individual parts can we counter it.
I speak and write a lot. I don’t know for sure if what I say and do influences anyone. I hope it does, I believe it does — but I don’t know. I don’t know if I have changed anyone’s mind about transgender people since coming out, but I do know this: I smell smoke. I am as scared as anyone. I am not about to let them turn me or my friends to ashes, and I don’t see any better way to stop this.
I have chosen to fight, and this is my call to my fellow transfolks and to those who call themselves allies. This is our moment to do good in this world, and there may not be another. Find your courage. Find your strength and stand up;, wherever you are, stand up. Raise your voice. Tell the world who you are in whatever way you are able.
Be vocal. Be visible. Or be erased.
We are more than firewood. Don’t let them burn us.
*The author is an artist and writer. She lives in Yellow Springs with her wife and three children. You can follow her work at mynameisiden.com.
“What happens if Yellow Springs ever becomes a city?”
It’s a question that many villagers have asked over the decades as our local population has fluctuated, our small-town economy has become ever more service- and tourism-based and as new housing developments have cropped up.
Now, with scores of additional dwelling units in Yellow Springs either currently under construction or forthcoming, the question has again surfaced in online discussions and in deliberations in Council Chambers.
There’s the new 90-home Spring Meadows subdivision; the proposed 128-unit apartment complex on the site of the old Antioch College Student Union; a potential low-income housing development, of 30–50 units, adjacent to McKinney Middle and Yellow Springs High schools; Home, Inc.’s 32-unit, senior-focused Cascades development; and the occasional new builds filling in existing residential spaces.
Taken together and filled to a hypothetical maximum occupancy, all these new living spaces could grow Yellow Springs’ population — 3,697 villagers recorded in the 2020 U.S. decennial census — to potentially surpass the village’s historically highest population of 4,624 in 1970.
Per Ohio Revised Code, should the upcoming census in 2030 clock Yellow Springs at 5,000 residents, it would officially become the “City of Yellow Springs.”
What then?
According to a number of state and regional experts with whom the News has corresponded over the last several weeks: not much.
As state officials, past Village administrators and some village-turned-city managers elsewhere in Ohio told the News recently, if Yellow Springs were to ever become a city, it would function much the same as it does today — with some notable exceptions.
Responsibility of U.S. 68 in YS
Bevan Schneck, director of public affairs for the Ohio Municipal League, or OML, told the News earlier this month that one of the most material — and perhaps costliest — changes to a village-turned-city is the required maintenance of any roadway maintained by the state or federal government within municipal boundaries.
For Yellow Springs’ part, that would require plowing snow, making repairs and overseeing the continual maintenance of the approximate 1.8 miles of U.S. 68 that runs north and south through Yellow Springs.
Currently, the Village of Yellow Springs is responsible for salting and plowing snow off all arterial and residential roads, while the Ohio Department of Transportation, or ODOT, covers U.S. 68.
Should Yellow Springs become a city, our local public works department would take on the labor and costs of clearing and keeping up with the nearly two miles of the federal highway that runs through town.
“That means buying and storing the added tonnage of salt, putting additional wear and tear on city vehicles, as well as paying for the increased man hours since you’re adding more surface areas to be cleared,” Jason Wright, a consulting inspector for ODOT, said in a recent interview.
Beyond the annual winter work of clearing the roadway, Wright said that the government of a hypothetical “City of Yellow Springs” would also have to cover the costs of milling down and rebuilding or repairing the surface of U.S. 68 — a job that has to happen typically “every 10 or so years,” he said.
“With so many semis and heavy loads going up and down 68, stopping and starting, creating ruts and potholes over time, this maintenance just comes with the territory,” Wright said.
That cost, Wright clarified, would likely be approximately 20% of the total, with the Ohio and federal governments covering the rest. As an example, Wright said that a 2024 repair of a 10-mile stretch on State Route 4 — a $3 million job — cost the City of Germantown approximately $200,000 to fix their three-mile portion.
“It’s not crazy money, but it’s still legit money that the taxpayer is on the hook for,” Wright said, adding that those costs — especially for asphalt — are largely dependent on variable domestic oil prices at any given time.
Changes to government?
When Ohio voters approved a home rule amendment in 1912, they granted state municipalities the ability to frame a charter for local governance. Upon the 1950 passage and later adoption of the Village charter, Yellow Springs has exercised its home rule powers ever since.
According to Schneck, because of that home rule authority, “municipalities largely get to determine how they are governed regardless of size.”
“This is especially the case with charter communities — versus statutory communities that largely follow powers from the state,” Schneck wrote to the News.
That means, should Yellow Springs ever grow into a city, it could maintain its council-manager form of government, as laid out in our charter.
A 1992 memo from the then-Village Solicitor Alan Anderson to then-Council President Tony Bent corroborates this: “Becoming a city does not change the form of government held by the municipality,” the memo reads.
Anderson’s memo — written at the request of Council President Bent, who tasked Anderson with answering the “What if?” question — also points out that, once a village becomes a city, new elections must be held for all elected officials of the local government, namely all existing Council positions, as well as the mayor.
“Even the existing Council members and other elected officials must become new candidates and re-run in the election,” the memo reads.
Though the City of Yellow Springs’ executive functions and other administrative decision-making could remain with the city manager under the continuation of our existing charter, former Village Manager and attorney Laura Curliss suggested that the change to a city may be a good time to reconsider those provisions in the local charter.
“I feel it would be time to revisit the charter and to seriously consider breaking off the executive branch from the legislative branch, i.e. Village Council,” Curliss wrote in a recent email.
Curliss also said that Yellow Springs could benefit from “having an elected mayor who actually runs the city with the help of a professional city administrator that’s similar to the position of the village manager, except answerable to the public.”
“I’ve long been in favor of more democracy, meaning more checks and balances in our government, and a true executive mayor would be one,” she said.
As the News has reported in the past, the position of Mayor of Yellow Springs — currently held by Pam Conine — is largely judicial, not executive, with the mayor presiding over the local mayor’s court.
City employees could unionize
Also per the Ohio Revised Code, once a village becomes a city, a civil service commission must be established — a local agency or actor to regulate the employment and working conditions of city employees.
“I believe this is the most significant change,” Anderson wrote in his 1992 memo to Bent. “Village public employees are not covered by civil service and the Village does not operate under the collective bargaining rules.”
With the existing charter presently making no reference to the civil service commission, Anderson wrote that it would have to be amended to charge a body to oversee hiring, promotions and working conditions within city government, as well as act as the appellate actor for any disciplinary actions, discharges, reductions in pay, suspensions or any discriminatory complaints filed by city employees within the civil service system.
In Curliss’ view, that would mean hiring another staffer to work alongside Judy Kintner, Yellow Springs’ clerk of Council.
In the same vein, the Ohio Revised Code states that city employees could form a union.
As Curliss noted, that would mean the local government would incur the added costs of hiring and employing a labor attorney to represent the city when renegotiating worker contracts every several years.
In her view, the local police department would “definitely” choose to unionize.
Anderson’s 1992 memo also notes that cities are required to create two new public positions: a service director and a director of public safety.
As he explained, a service director would be in charge of streets, transportation, recreation and “probably” cemeteries. A director of public safety would “oversee the fire [department] and police.”
Anderson noted that those two positions could be combined into one position, but did not explain how it would align with the authorities of the existing positions of the public works foreman, police chief or township fire department generally.
Zoning ‘extraterritorial control’
Should Yellow Springs become a city, it would gain a “definite planning advantage,” noted Mark Aultman and Al Denman in a local growth study they penned in the mid-’70s.
Referencing Section 711.09 of the state code, the pair notes that the hypothetical City of Yellow Springs would gain the ability “to plan streets, parks and other open spaces within three miles of its corporate limits and to require any platting to conform to that plan. A village has no such ‘extraterritorial’ zoning power.”
A 1977 “Village Plan Summary” written by a handful of local stakeholders and then-staffers elaborated on that earlier study, outlining that the zoning powers and provisions would remain restricted to Yellow Springs’ corporation limit, but that “extraterritorial control” will allow the city to “exercise more control over the quality of surrounding subdivisions” within the surrounding three miles, “but not the quantity of subdividing or development.”
Options for schools, health
Though the “City of Yellow Springs” would be obligated by the State of Ohio to enact or adopt a number of the above municipal requirements, Anderson points out in his memo that, as a city, Yellow Springs “may” opt to create new departments, commissions and districts.
A City of Yellow Springs Health Department is among them.
“A city can contract with the general health district to provide services for the city or set up its own entire department,” Anderson wrote.
On the matter of creating its own health department in the transition phase, Anderson continued: “If there is an election pending on a question of a levy for health purposes to meet the expenses of the general health district at the time a village makes the transition to a city, the Village should continue to vote on the question of the levy.”
Other special purpose districts that the city could vote to create include conservation districts, water resource management districts, public park districts, public library districts and public transportation districts, among others.
According to Sara Clark, the chief legal counsel for the Ohio School Boards Association, the Yellow Springs Exempted Village School District could change to an exempted city school district — but only by a majority vote of the full membership of the YS Board of Education.
If this transition does occur, Anderson notes, school board members would serve out the remainder of their terms — as opposed to the required reelection of Village Council members.
It remains to be seen whether Yellow Springs will ever reach the critical watermark of 5,000 residents, as determined by the decennial census — the next occurring in 2030.
Until then, Yellow Springs will remain one of the 673 villages in Ohio.
I was trying to make something pretty. I was trying to make something colorful, something light, something uplifting. I would have even accepted funny or irreverent. I was aiming for anything that I could maybe sell.
The piece laid out on my work table was none of those things.
This picture was dark. There were skulls, and tears, and the only color, beyond black and white, was red. Blood. The only color I had found was blood. I went looking for “light and hopeful” and found only “heavy with despair.”
This art wasn’t even a cry for help. It was a scream. So was the one next to it. And the one next to it. Ten pieces I created that week, ten attempts at “pretty,” and I stood there looking at a row of ten screams. Do you know how hard it is to sell a scream? Not all of us can be Edvard Munch.
This is a frustration that has twisted around in me since I first began working as a professional artist. I feel more things than fear and sadness. There is more to me than pain, but you wouldn’t know it just glancing through my portfolio or walking through my exhibitions.
The struggle for me isn’t just that I create work with limited commercial appeal. It isn’t really about the money. Don’t get me wrong here. I like to be able to pay my bills as much as the next artist, but what I want more than anything is to communicate how I feel.
I share my work because I want to share myself. That is why I started making art in the first place and staying true to that will always be a pillar of my creativity. I have already said that Iden is more than her scars and tears. So why can’t I do it?
Why can’t I make happy art when I am happy, or colorful art when I am feeling colorful? I can be uplifting. Sometimes I can even be funny. Don’t even get started on irreverent! I am all those things every day. So why am I surrounded by all of this screaming?
I’ve put a lot of thought into this, and I may finally have an answer. To explain this to myself, I’ve had to do a bit of that subjective time travel we call “remembering.” The “why”s of today always seem to have their “because” stuck firmly in yesterday. So, please, follow me backward a few decades
I was a pretty sad kid. I was a pretty lonely kid and, honestly, I was a pretty angry kid. All of that was for a lot of different and complicated reasons that aren’t actually relevant here. What matters is that I learned, really quickly, that our society was not one that tolerated “negative feelings.”
If an adult thought you were upset, they tried to fix you. They wanted to know why you were upset and why you couldn’t get over it. If a fellow kid thought you were upset, they just left you alone. That environment disincentivizes displays of sadness or anger. I didn’t know why I was not happy, I didn’t know why I couldn’t get over it, and I didn’t know why nobody could understand that.
Some kids like me ended up banging their heads against that system until they were broken. Other kids learned to hide that side of themselves. I was always free to be happy. It was always safe to be colorful and funny. I was never free to cry. It was never safe to scream. So I hid those things I was feeling and that worked, for a while.
It’s been a long time since I was a kid. I have learned a lot about the world. Most importantly, I have learned that a thing hidden is not a thing silenced. I had stuffed a lot of screams away into the deep corners of me over the years and I was running out of space.
Each new buried pain just inflamed the old. I had to find some safe way, some safe place, to scream. I found art.
What I create isn’t pretty. Sometimes it isn’t even easy to look at. But that doesn’t mean that there is no beauty in it. What I create is not an easy sell. That doesn’t make it worthless.
People are complicated. We laugh, we love, we hope but, we also cry. We bleed, we despair. We scream. All of that is beautiful. All of that is priceless because all of that is human.
I think that, from now on, I will not try so hard to make things that are pretty. I will, instead, allow my art to be what it was always meant to be: a scream. A beautifully human scream that I can hang proudly on the gallery wall, and if that is all anyone sees of me, then I can be OK with that, because that me deserves to be seen. But if anyone is curious to see it, I will be exhibiting my other side — the pretty, colorful, occasionally funny and consistently irreverent side — every day in the same place and in the same way I guess I always have. That me can be found in conversations with friends, in games played with my kids, in the space between the lines, in the quiet between the screams.
P.S. If you would like to buy a scream, let me know. I promise it will make me smile.
*The author is an artist and writer. She lives in Yellow Springs with her wife and three children. You can follow her work at http://www.mynameisiden.com.
Jan. 3, 2025
It is a breathtakingly beautiful winter’s morning. We had light snow last night and currently have clear blue skies. The temperature is just below freezing. I shall finish my coffee — just one a day — and then drag a reluctant Archie out for a walk.
Ha! As soon as I typed that, little Arch got up off the sofa, stretched and came over to put his chin on me. It’s dogwalk o’clock.
We are on the brink of the temperature drop; I find the very low temperatures exciting. We simply do not get temperatures below minus 10° C (14° F) in the UK, as the sea protects us a little.
Here, though, I have experienced super cold temperatures, and it looks like we will see minus 15° C (7° F) next week. We should also get a decent dump of snow on Sunday, and Morris is praying for the first day of school to be a snow day. I hope he gets it, to be honest.
Today, I shall probably make food that I can freeze and take to work for my lunches. I fancy sausage, tomatoes, celery, onion, garlic, spinach and Italian herbs — delicious and reasonably high in fiber. I can have it with rice and beans. Preparing food in advance always reduces my stress at work, and it’s good to have healthy and hearty food in the middle of the day. As much as I love Wright State, its food options are awful if you are diabetic or need high fiber.
So, yes, I shall fry up some kielbasa and add it to a tasty Mediterranean-inspired vegetable stew. I suppose if I were to add flageolet beans it would be a whole meal. But I don’t have any flageolet beans and I’m a little loath to use an inferior bean. Great northerns just fall apart. I settled on cannellini beans, which are a bit larger than what I was aiming for but will do the job of punching up the fiber.
Jan. 4, 2025
The temperature dropped (14° F, minus 10° C) and I stayed out at the Hall to keep the fire going. Same ritual. Asleep at 10 p.m. Wake at midnight. Put logs on fire. Go back to sleep. Wake at 3 a.m. Put logs on fire. Wake at 6 a.m. Put logs on fire. Get up at 7.30 a.m. Build fire up. Bring more wood inside to dry.
It’s a good job. I can just wake up and go back to sleep with no trouble at all — potentially my only superpower.
I am now at home in Yellow Springs drinking coffee and prepping the food I made yesterday to take out for lunch/dinner. I’ll also wash the pots and take out trash while I’m here. Everybody is still fast asleep, including Archie.
The focus for today is to get more dry wood sorted and split up a few logs for starter fuel, because at some point that fire is going out. I should also get a decent fire poker. I can’t find the useful piece of bent steel that Jim used.
Jan. 5, 2025
Weather Underground is predicting six inches of snow starting this evening. I think we will get less, but as is traditional with snowfall, it looks like Interstate 70 is the border between heavy snow and moderate snow, and so it could go either way. I’ll buy a chicken to roast and some vegetables and camp out at home.
The radiators are on at the Hall, and I will head out to build a fire in the week as we are getting super low temperatures.
Time for a cup of tea, methinks.
On colloquial British language: the “cheeky pint”
A cornerstone of British society is the “cheeky pint.”
A very common and significant part of British life, the cheeky pint plays a key role in keeping people sane during trying times. In essence, it is a quick beer drunk spontaneously when the opportunity arises, but it can be so much more. Let’s examine the cheeky pint with a couple of vignettes:
One: It is Christmas Eve and Chris is shopping for his wife’s special Christmas present when he bumps into his friend Andy who has forgotten to buy the Brussels sprouts for Christmas dinner. Andy’s wife, Juliet, has sent Andy out to get said sprouts. This is a fortuitous meeting: Both Chris and Andy are in a bit of a pinch and the clock is ticking. However, instead of a hearty handshake and season’s greetings, the two friends opt for the cheeky pint. Popping into a convenient pub, Chris and Andy steady themselves with a cheeky pint — which can be anywhere between two and five pints of beer, usually premium European lager, but occasionally Guinness or strong bitter. Fortified, the two friends part with plans to meet again in the New Year. No sprouts are bought.
Two: It is the final day of cricket and England’s playing Sri Lanka at the Oval. Both Chris and Damian have a series of experiments to finish. Their supervisor has already written the manuscript and is waiting for the final bits of data. The two plucky scientists pop out for a sandwich and decide to catch a few overs on the television in The Dog and Trumpet. They have, you guessed it, a cheeky pint. No more data was acquired that day, but England was victorious. Thus the cheeky pint was warranted.
As can be seen: The cheeky pint is an enjoyable — yet perhaps an inadvisable — diversion in a busy world.
*Originally from Manchester, England, Chris Wyatt is an associate professor of neuroscience, cell biology and physiology at Wright State University. He has lived in Yellow Springs for 18 years, is married and has two children and an insane Patterdale terrier.
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