Maury’s Tiny Cove is a place that reminds me of all the things we’ve lost in this world. I don’t mean that in a sad way. They're the lost things we like to think about: A sharp-tongued spinster aunt who loved her martinis. The pleasures of a simple red sauce dish and a basket of bread enjoyed with your extended family. A father who sang along to Ol' Blue Eyes cassettes on his car stereo on his way home.

It’s the kind of place that feels like a million movies and novels you've seen or read before, and, while, yes, it has appeared in a few movies, there's nothing fictional about it. It's real. It's fantastic. And it's alive and well in Cheviot, Ohio.