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When To Chime In
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When To Chime In

We’re very lucky working in parks and recreation because most of what we do with young people is focused on building skills, character, and sportsmanship, and just having fun.

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Pedaling Toward Progress
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Pedaling Toward Progress

Roanoke, Va., is the Mountain Biking Capital of the East, and rightfully so. The city has over 60 miles of natural-surface trails in five parks, and that doesn’t include the mileage in nearby county parks, state parks, or national forests.

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RiverTrek
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RiverTrek

There’s no “reset” button on a canoe like there is on a video game. Cincinnati Recreation Commission (CRC) RiverTrekkers discover this each summer as they learn to overcome struggles on their own.

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A Cheesy Idea
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A Cheesy Idea

Mac ‘n cheese is the ultimate comfort food. In August 2011, members of the parks and rec department sat in the lunch room and discussed what each of us liked most about the food.

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Capitalize On Social Media
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Capitalize On Social Media

With Smartphone use ubiquitous, and teens, tweens, and even soccer moms posting frequently on social media, participant recreation and leisure experiences have become two-fold—one part happens in real-life and real-time, and the other occurs in virtual time, which is sometimes during the event, and sometimes after.

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Artistic Inspiration
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Artistic Inspiration

As classroom sizes get larger, school budgets shrink, and subjects like drama, music, and art seem to be activities of the past, what is a budding 7-year-old artist to do?

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A Symphonic March Down Memory Lane
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A Symphonic March Down Memory Lane

In the early 1900s, Pauline, my grandmother, was raised in a small village in Italy where refrigeration was nothing more than an inconsistently delivered block of ice stored at the bottom of a battered, old “icebox.”

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