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Day July 21, 2007

Cleveland Rocks

The Cleveland slideshow — goofy captions and all — is up at flickr, dear reader! Enjoy!

It was a hurried trip, landing at noon on Friday and departing at noon on Saturday. But I got to sample a little of the nightlife and took a ton of pix in the morning. The city is trying to rejuvenate its downtown area, but I don’t know what factors are at play in determining its success. When my hostess mentioned “University Drive,” it struck me that I couldn’t think of any universities in Cleveland. There’s an arts scene, but I’m not sure how that gets sustained without college kids everywhere.

Anyway, there were, of course, weird moments:

  • The woman across the aisle on the flight to Cleveland trying to hit on me despite my lack of interest, my wedding ring, and my oversized Bose noise-canceling headphones. It was the latter that really should’ve dissuaded her.
  • The van that passed me on 480 W, in which the driver brandished a crude cross at me; he did the same thing with the next car he passed, so he was either trying to convert us or he was afraid that there was a plague of daywalkers.
  • The 18-wheeler beside me that had to brake suddenly, filling my car with the smell of burnt rubber as it fishtailed and nearly smacked my rental into another lane of traffic.
  • The number of youngish women who wore evening gowns to the hipster restaurant where my host & I went for dinner.
  • And finally, an example of missingthepoint.com: a brand-new Ford Expedition sporting the bumper sticker, “Don’t let the car fool you, my treasure is in heaven.”

In all, I had a good time, but my sleep has been so erratic lately that I’ve been running on coffee and experiencing tension headaches that feel like my occipital lobe is trying to escape my skull.

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We’re about to find out if they’re bleeders

Earlier this week, one of the 2Blowhards wrote a post about the differences between Breeders & Non-Breeders. One of the big questions is which side is more selfish.

At present, I’m sitting in the President’s Club at the airport in Cleveland. There 7 or 8 other people here, mostly solo, awaiting flights. I was trying to read the book that I bought with me — Ian McEwan’s Saturday, which opens with a vision of a flaming plane crash, as I discovered before takeoff yesterday — when a woman and her two young kids entered the lounge.

Rather than go to the family room with them, mom and the loud, exuberant kids settled down about 20 feet away from me. She asked the kids what movie they wanted to watch. They settled on Flushed Away, so she put the DVD in their laptop, and is now playing the movie at full volume, without headphones. She has a newspaper covering her face. Evidently, it’s one of those newfangled ones that blocks the daggers that I’m shooting at her.