Ed,
I've always had fond memories of Cincinnati, having gone there for IBM Computer schools.
I remember those wonderful plates of 3-way chili, spaghetti, and onions. Taxi rides up to Mount Adams. Jim's Bar where you could throw peanut shells on the floor, just like the dude ranches in Bandera, TX.
And, of course, I always had to stop at the US Air Force museum in Dayton. And eventually get over to Montgomery for some ribs.
Bill