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  S: It is a geographically, ah, there are some things about it that, well, at first, I was definitely attracted to. Like right now, we’re riding up a large hill to Mount Airy Forest, a huge forest preserve, with a professional-level eighteen-hole disc golf course.

D: Correct.

S: But then, of course, you don’t realize until you’ve lived here for a while that within those hills, smog hangs, like pea-soup, produced by the companies that people are so—proud of.

D: I wonder if Cincinnati was an area, not unlike L.A., where the Native American population refused to live there because of the inversions that caused even their campfires to cause smog, you know, pre-industrial smog-like conditions. That’s my understanding at least, that there were certain areas that now we populate and pollute that even in the olden days were recognized as not particularly good for air quality, because of particular weather patterns. I wonder if Cincinnati had a huge Native American population that suffered summer inversions from massive fire use.

S: You really don’t hear much about Native Americans here.

D: Yeah, probably because they were all exterminated, like we do with everything else that’s getting in our way.

S: I mean, Appalachians, but that’s different.

D: Well, that’s true.

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