Rain is pounding on the windows, Jesse and I are pecking away at our respective laptops, and my cat is curled at my feet.
Just a few days ago, I was strolling through Cleveland without a jacket, snapping photos.
Ohio City, a neighborhood just across the Veterans Memorial Bridge from downtown Cleveland, is an eclectic community. It is home to the West Side Market, which I visited several years ago. I distinctly remember seeing an elderly lady hobbling along, a wicker basket on her arm; a shawl wrapped around her head and tied beneath her chin. She looked like she had just stepped off a boat from the Old World. In the other direction, there was a drag queen wobbling along on high heels.
I knew the rest of the neighborhood had to be just as interesting, and I’m glad I got the chance to go back.
Here is a bit of what I saw:
Cleveland is urban.
It is rusty.
Yet somehow optimistic.
If you give it a chance, it has pleasant surprises in store.
It is a city full of people who do not give up.
I’m glad I had the opportunity to train there for three weeks.
Once Hurricane Sandy has subsided, I will be back to canvassing in Syracuse. In the mean time, I hope everyone in Sandy’s path stays safe and dry.