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Summit Street and Court Street, Bowling Green, OH by Warren LeMay
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Built in the late 19th Century, this Queen Anne-style house features ornate trim at the roofline with a Gothic Revival motif, shingle cladding, a circular corner tower, ornate pilasters and columns, brackets, prow windows, one-over-one double-hung windows, a balcony above the front porch with a stick-and-ball railing and semi-circular footprint, front porch with large columns and brackets with Art Nouveau detailing, a rusticated stone base and tower, oxeye windows at the top of the tower, bracketed eaves at the porch, stone railings at the porch, a two-story front bay window, a three-story side bay window clad in rusticated stone with oxeye windows at the top, a prow oriel window on the side, a rear porch at the corner of the house with decorative columns and brackets matching the front porch, and a hipped roof with multiple gables.
The house, despite being one of the best examples of late 19th Century eclecticism in Ohio, is not listed on the National Register of Historic Places in either a district or individually, and very little information can be gathered about the house’s history at present.
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Main Street in Bowling Green circa 1906 with a view of A. Froney and Co department store.
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Bob Dylan is easily the worst concert I've ever been to but at least I can say I saw him.
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You are My Sunshine
Seen in Bowling Green, Ohio.
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Fostoria, Ohio cop Kyle Reinbolt arrests Bowling Green's Kevin Crowe
Kyle Reinbolt, 24, is a police officer in Fostoria, Ohio, United States. Kevin Crowe, 27, of Bowling Green, Wood County, Ohio is a new assistant track and field coach at Lake High School in Millbury, Wood County.
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Hazed and Excused: Colleges and universities rarely expel fraternities, sororities for hazing violations
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Bowling Green Falcons vs Ohio Bobcats 11/22/2022 Picks Predictions Previews
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Biden admin. launches portal to track climate conditions
Biden admin. launches portal to track climate conditions
2022-09-09 14:32:00
The Biden administration launched a new website this week to help communities monitor climate threats like extreme heat and flooding.
What You Need To Know
The Biden administration launched a new website this week to help communities monitor climate threats like extreme heat and flooding
The website, run by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, has a live…
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I think it's a handmade satin dragon with little bead teeth and wire talons and wings! Found at a goodwill in Bowling Green, Ohio.
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In order to appreciate the features of this unique 1984 contemporary in Bowling Green, Ohio, we must try to look past the blinding white. 3bds, 3.5ba, $1.45M.
The sunken living room certainly gets a lot of light.
The sitting area is flanked by twin fireplaces and a view of the garden and aqueduct in the distance.
Bringing the outdoors in by lining the living room with live planted trees.
Dining room lighting gives a cozy ambiance before the fireplace with a view of the lines of trees in the courtyard.
Beautiful library, also with a fireplace and view of the trees.
The kitchen is blindingly, boringly white, but has a sitting area with a fireplace. It is in dire need of at least a colorful backsplash and a mural, paint, or something. Even the sink is one piece, molded into the white counter.
The sitting area in front of the kitchen has colored furniture, but it's not enough.
The current owners have the primary bedroom set up with separate beds and built-in floating night tables.
The only color in this room is actually out the window. If you want one bed, those night tables have to go, and it needs at least a focal wall.
The en-suite has a sunken tub facing the outdoors - Hello! At least it has a rail to hold onto, but the faucets are a little far away if you want to add more hot water or something.
I guess clothing would give the closet some much-needed color.
Next to the closet is a home office. Paint that wall, put up a corkboard, anything.
What is it with these double beds built into the walls? At least this room is painted gray to emphasize the curved ceiling.
The shower is unusually narrow, isn't it? I think I would have to go in sideways.
The 3rd bedroom also has a curved ceiling.
They skimped on the washer & dryer- knobs, not digital.
Patio behind the house, no pool. (Now, I'm beginning to sound like someone on House Hunters.)
I like this courtyard area.
Plenty of land, though, 7.84 acres.
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The Great Black Swamp, Bowling Green, OH by Robby Virus
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Mural by the artist Adrian Tio titled "The Great Black Swamp", seen in Bowling Green, Ohio. The region around Bowling Green, now fertile farmland, was once a great swamp.
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Two of my favorite shots from yesterday's eclipse. Taken in Bowling Green, Ohio.
ETA: More pics at https://www.jimchines.com/2024/04/april-8-solar-eclipse/
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A selection of cactus postcards from our collection. Information on the postcards is below the read more.
The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States. Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.
"924:--Cholla Cactus on a California Desert." Published by Kashower Co, Los Angeles. Sent from Sierra Madre, California, to Kansas City, Missouri, in February 1937.
"F. F. 33 Night-blooming Cereus and Crotons, Florida." Photography by W. F. Gerecke, Pan American Photo Service, Miami. Sent from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, to Gardner, Massachusetts, by a granddaughter to her grandmother in January 1940.
"574 Yucca Palm or Spanish Dagger, California 1A-H455." By Western Publishing & Novelty Co. Sent from Pasadena, California, to Gardner, Massachusetts, in March 1933.
"909 Sentinels of the Desert, Giant Cactus (Sahuaro) 1A-H547." By Western Publishing and Novelty Co. Send from Los Angeles, California, to Burlington, Iowa, in July 1946.
"Riders on the Desert." Published by Bob Petley, Phoenix, Arizona. Sent from Phoenix to Bowling Green, Ohio, in February 1954.
"Desert Beauty PH-44-5." Published by H. S. Crocker Co., Inc. Photo by Jim Sexton. Sent from Bellevue, Washington, to Princeton, Massachusetts, in January 1963.
"H 1581 A Giant Cactus, Arizona." By Fred Harvey. Sent from Cactus, Arizona, to Gardner, Massachusetts, in December 1952.
"World's Largest Saguaro." Published by Bob Petley, Phoenix, Arizona. Photo by Hubert Lowman. Sent from Phoenix to Dearborn, Michigan.
"Saguaros, Giant Cacti." by Mike Roberts and Petley Studios. Sent from Scottsdale, Arizona, to Princeton, Massachusetts, in September 1964.
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US Authorities Seize $20M Looted Marcus Aurelius Statue From Ohio Museum
Authorities have seized an allegedly looted headless statue, believed to depict Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius, from a museum in Cleveland, Ohio.
The bronze art was taken earlier this month by New York investigators who are probing claims that it was looted in the 1960s from Bubon, southern Turkey.
The 76-inch (1.9-meter) statue is about 1,800 years old and valued at around $20m (£16m), officials say.
Authorities have not yet said how the sculpture arrived in Ohio.
The statue appears to show the statesman and philosopher wearing a flowing robe. It had long been a fixture of the Cleveland Museum of Art.
According to the Cleveland Plain Dealer newspaper, the museum's website had until recently described the statue as "The Emperor as Philosopher, probably Marcus Aurelius (reigned AD 161-180)".
But a few weeks ago the website changed to say it is a "Draped Male Figure, c 150 BCE-200 CE" of possibly Greek or Roman origin.
The museum has not denied the looting claim, saying in a statement on Thursday that the institution "takes provenance issues very seriously and reviews claims to objects in the collection carefully and responsibly".
The statement added that the museum "believes that public discussion before a resolution is reached detracts from the free and open dialogue between the relevant parties that leads to the best result for all concerned".
New York investigators have said little about the seizure.
On Thursday, they said it was related to an "ongoing criminal investigation into a smuggling network involving antiquities looted from Turkey and trafficked through Manhattan."
Turkey first made its claim against the Marcus Aurelius statue in 2012 when it released a list of nearly two dozen items that it said had been looted from Bubon.
Zeynep Boz, the head of the Department for Combating Illicit Trafficking at Turkey's Ministry of Culture and Tourism, said in a statement that "the enduring dispute surrounding this matter has kept Marcus Aurelius separated from his hometown for far too long".
This is not the first time in recent memory that looted art has been returned to Turkey from Ohio.
In 2018, fragments of an almost 2,000 year old mosaic of a young girl were sent back after spending years at Ohio's Bowling Green State University.
By Max Matza.
#US Authorities Seize $20M Looted Marcus Aurelius Statue From Ohio Museum#bronze#bronze statue#ancient artifacts#archeology#archeolgst#history#history news#ancient history#ancient culture#ancient civilizations#roman history#roman empire#roman art#stolen art#looted art
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run from me darlin’ | a.r
🩸pairing | arvin russell x f!reader
🔪wc | 1.6k
🩸warning(s) | 18+, smut; dub con, teasing, possessive arvin, cornered against the wall, infidelity, cuckoldry, age gap, reader is a milf (arvin has mommy issues fite me), exhibitionism, dirty talk, dry humping, soft dark arvin, minor lactation kink (ig??), manipulation, praise
🔪summary | a thot sparked by this ask, aka the fic where arvin has mommy issues and has a massive crush on his boss’ wife.
🩸notes | @darksideofthecocoamoon your fault your fault your fault 💀 do not ask me how i got here do not look at me idk man also don’t @ me i lived in bowling green for a few years and it was my worst nightmare
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On the run after shooting Bodecker and fleeing Knockemstiff, Arvin finds himself in Bowling Green, Ohio. It’s nothing but flat fields and corn as far as the eye can see.
The town’s small but not too small, with the added bonus of the local university being a great cover story. All he has to say is he’s a student, and any probing questions resolve themselves.
Before long he sets himself up as a part-time laborer on a dairy farm while working towards his ‘degree.’ The thing is… the farmer has the prettiest little wife he’s ever seen. Always greets him with soft hands, tender eyes and a honey-sweet smile. How could he not want you all to himself?
It’s also clear there’s no love lost between your husband and you, the air always rippling with tension. A marriage that’s over before either party’s realized it.
Maybe it’s the baby, maybe it’s the farm, maybe it’s just two people who were never right for each other in the first place. Regardless of the reason, Arvin knows you’re not being treated the way you deserve.
But it’s gonna be alright because he’s here. You won’t have to cry yourself to sleep anymore. He’s more than willing to give you everything a woman wants - ready to cherish every inch of you he can.
And once the both of you are ready to move on, he’ll find a nice place to settle down and start a family of your own.
The only hiccup is that he has to convince you of how good it’ll be first. Change is scary but he’s patient. You’ll see it was all for the best in the end. There’s no need to cling to your old life when he’s offering something so much better.
Which is how you find yourself ambushed in the middle of the night by your deceptively sweet farmhand. He seemed like such a charmer, albeit sullen. Now he’s been here for months and refuses to leave you be. Always chasing after you with boundless passion and heady desire.
You’ve learned that once he gets his hands on you, there’s no getting free until he’s satisfied.
“Mm, yeah, that’s it, darlin’. Been wantin’ to do this all afternoon. Fuck - ya looked so pretty in that sundress.”
Teeth sink into the meat of your thumb, blood bursting iron sharp across your tastebuds. You whimper, muffled and needy as your back arches, your shoulder blades grinding into the oceanic wallpaper your husband helped pick out when you moved into the farmhouse.
Arvin presses you into the wall so hard it’s difficult to catch a breath, his chest a firm line of heat against your front. Weak hands shove at his broad shoulders but he doesn’t even flinch, his frame solid and unyielding.
“Always smell so good for me.” He looms over you, his head tucked into the curve of your throat as his teeth work at the flutter of your pulse. “My pretty, pretty baby.”
“Arvin, I said no marks…” Your hips jerk against his, a flush of shame heating your belly when you feel how wet your pussy is against his thigh. “I’m running out of makeup. Won’t be able to hide them.”
“Good.”
His words are a rumbled growl in your ear, his breath puffing over the sensitive shell. His hands capture the curves of your waist when you try to squirm away, steel bands that shackle you in place.
“Let ‘im see, let ‘im know his pretty little wife’s pussy belongs to me.”
A flare of heat kindles to life low in your belly, liquid desire settling between your thighs. You hate how much his words get to you, how desperate you get for his touch. He never takes no for an answer, just bulldozes right on in as he pleases.
The initiative shouldn’t be as flattering as you find it. But between juggling your baby, your husband, and the farm, your needs have fallen by the wayside. You can’t even remember the last time your husband touched you willingly.
“Arvin, please, I…”
If it’s a plea to stop or a plea to keep pushing you to your limits, you don’t know. This persistent young man has seen fit to invade every aspect of your life in such a short amount of time. You’re not sure you recognize the person you’re becoming under him.
A kneecap grinds into your aching clit.
“Arv-hhn…” you pant, burying your head in his shoulder. The fabric of his t-shirt is soft against your lips. “Can’t - can’t…”
“Shh,” he says, rocking up into the cradle of your thighs, his voice a low croon that hooks behind your navel and tugs. “Ya can, I know ya can, darlin’. Doin’ so good for me.”
The tidal wave of pleasure crashes through you, ebbing flows that tease at your nerve endings until you’re sobbing in his arms. Muffled sounds ring out through the empty hall, shattering the midnight silence. Your legs tremble with the effort of holding your weight, your hips flexing with aborted thrusts.
He plasters your bodies together from hip to sternum, the momentum of his teasing grinds never faltering. So firm and warm and right where you want it…
“Better be quiet if you’re so worried,” Arvin says.“They’ll hear ya and then what’ll ya do? Your precious husband’ll see his slut of a wife hanging off another man’s cock.”
You swallow, the filthy works sparking a shiver of delight. You clench, a rush of slick wetting the seat of your panties. And that’s perhaps the worst thing about all of this - how much your body craves his touch.
Ashamed, your eyes slam closed but not before you catch Arvin’s gaze, his eyes half-lidded and impossibly dark with hunger.
“Oh, is that what you’ve been hidin’ from me, darlin’?”
He breathes, his long fingers reaching up to caress the soft swell of your breast. He drops kisses along the curve of your jaw with a pleased little hum, and circles the peak of your nipple through the thin camisole.
“Ya want ‘im to see, ya want ‘im to know how wet ya get for me - don’t ya?”
Your answer sounds in the form of a moan.
He smirks, a devilish curve to his lips, “Mm, why don’t we show ‘im then?”
Your eyes snap open, immediately desperate for an altogether different reason. Your stomach drops at the look of utter satisfaction on Arvin’s face. Before you can beg and plead, two fingers wrap around your nipple and squeeze hard. Try as you might, you can’t bite back the utterly wrecked noise that claws its way out of your throat, echoing loud.
Wetness trickles from your breast, dribbles down your skin and sticks your sleep shirt to you. The colour of your areola peeks through the milk-soaked fabric. But you don’t have time to worry about leaking through another shirt because there’s no way your husband didn’t hear that. You’re in the hall right outside the master bedroom.
The bed creaks. “You all right out there?” your husband calls.
“Arvin, get out of here.” He doesn’t budge. You smack his chest with a hollow thump. “Damnit, Arvin, go!”
Another rough tug of his fingers, and you’re weak-kneed. Fuzzy-headed. More milk dribbles from your tender nipple. You hiss at the overstimulation, little sparks of pain in the pleasure.
Devil black, and delicious.
About to cry, you can’t help jerking over his thigh one last time just to feel the drag of your slick folds. And then you’re trying to squirm out of his ironclad hold. You both know it’s in vain - if he doesn’t want you to go anywhere, you won’t - but you put up a fight all the same.
“Please, go.”
His breath stutters from him, his eyes burning into yours as he sucks off the milk clinging to his fingertips. You always look the prettiest to him when you cry, your eyes glassy and desperate for something only he can give you. He grinds close so he can feel every inch of your softness.
“Just as sweet as always.”
“Arvin,” you say with a shake of your head. “He can’t see you.”
“I will this time,” his eyes are shards of flint when he holds your gaze, his mouth a set line of tension, “But ya can’t run from me. I’m gettin’ real tired of hidin’ an’ of sharin’. You’re mine, he just doesn’t know it yet.”
Before any more can be said, the pressure of Arvin’s body against yours disappears in a great rush of air. You shiver, reaching up to fix your strap just as the door to the bedroom swings open and your husband pokes his head out. He calls your name, his eyes squinting through the dark.
“Woman, the hell you doin’ out here?”
“Nothing, just,” you start, off-kilter, “just getting something to drink.”
You’ve never been more thankful you married a man with poor eyesight. If he saw the evidence of your indiscretion… your trembling thighs, the dampened crotch of your shorts, nipples peeking through the ruined tank top… there’d be no saving it.
“Ya sure? Thought I heard a yelp.”
The words taste like ash when you smile and say, “Mhm… kicked that side table again.”
His chuckle sounds, the shape of his body turning back into the room. “Maybe we should get a damn nightlight for the hall then.” He turns back to look at you. “Ya comin’?”
“Y-Yeah, be there in a minute, sweetie.” You don’t hear his response, too focused on the phantom hands gliding along your thighs, cupping your cunt and playing with your dripping folds. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Smoke and faded cologne tease your senses, moist lips skimming the side of your face as Arvin whispers a promise into your skin, “See ya tomorrow, darlin’.”
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On Oct. 31, a new complaint was filed, this time with the plaintiff’s full name attached: Chase Weiss, of Beachwood, Ohio. Mr. Weiss is suing not only the university, but also the dean, the president, two associate deans, and an associate vice president.
Mr. Weiss was an undergraduate student at BGSU and a member of the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity in the spring 2021 semester when Stone Foltz died of alcohol intoxication three days after attending a Pi Kappa Alpha new member initiation event held at an off-campus house.
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