New Albany

I like to tell people that I live in a fortified compound on the outskirts of Columbus, but I really live in New Albany.

New Albany was a genuine little village dating back to the 1850s or so, though not much of one. As late as the mid 80s it didn’t have much more going for it than a feed mill, a general store and a high school for the farm kids. Like so many other Ohio farm towns it was well on its way to oblivion. Then the New Albany Company came.

The New Albany Company was, for all practical purposes, Les Wexner and Jack Kessler. Wexner, Columbus’ only billionaire, was the founder of The Limited, which spawned and/or bought and subsequently grew and/or spun off Victoria’s Secret, Abercrombie & Fitch, Express, Bath and Body Works and all manner of other stores that fill your local mall. Kessler was a developer. The two of them decided that conquering the retail world was not enough. They wanted to make a more permanent mark. They wanted to make the prairie bloom. So they bought up a bunch of land in and around New Albany through shell corporations, made some shady deals with the Columbus city council to get the water and sewers sent out this way and started building faux Georgian mansions everywhere. The first one built was Wexner’s house. At about 22,000 square feet, it’s a modest little country place for his family of four.

At the time they told the locals that if they put a blindfold on and came back in 20 years they wouldn’t know where they were. And they were right. Most of the farmers were bought-off and left, their land replaced with neighborhoods with names like Alban Mews, Clivdon, Edge of Woods, The Farms, Fenway, Hampstead Heath, Lambton Park, Lansdowne, and Upper Clarenton. Instead of soybeans, this land is now used to grow the over-privileged offspring of bankers, insurance executives and lawyers. They go to school on a campus of buildings that looks as though it was transported in toto from the University of Virginia. Leisure trails snake through the village — don’t you dare call it anything other than a village, even though legally speaking it became a city once it surpassed 5,000 residents — and the entire community is lined and surrounded by miles of its signature white fence.

There are still a few pre-New Albany Company old timers living in their non-Georgian, early postwar homes. They were never farmers, really. They were just people who thought they were moving out to the country once upon a time. They live in the kinds of houses that, were they on New Albany Company-controlled property, would be regulated out of existence as eyesores and threats to property values, but they’re people’s homes. The old timers who live in them probably hate all of the folks who moved out there for the country club and Georgian homes and white fence. I can’t say I’d feel differently if I was in their shoes.

We moved to New Albany in 2005 when our daughter was barely a year old and our son was on the way. We were convinced that our 75 year-old house in the city was too small and too drafty in which to raise babies, and we knew that the schools in the area were sub par. We were probably right about most of that, though whether that demanded that we move to New Albany remains an open question.

Still, I can’t say I hate it here. There were several times over the past five years when the level sidewalks and nicely landscaped village green right outside our window provided a calming counterbalance to the chaos inside the house. Anna’s school is very nice. The snow is cleared off the streets quite quickly. It’s quiet at night.

But though our neighborhood is among the most modest in the village, to the old timers we’re probably no different than the folks in the big country club houses. Sure, I drink regular coffee and not lattes and sure I could point out the subtle differences between our Volvo wagon and those Range Rovers, but I’m not sure it would help my case.

We’re part of the new New Albany. The people who destroyed the village in order to save it.

Craig Calcaterra

Craig is the author of the daily baseball (and other things) newsletter, Cup of Coffee. He writes about other things at He lives in New Albany, Ohio with his wife, two kids, and many cats.

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