This city (or region – more on that later) is a curious one.
Whether you arrived with Moses Cleaveland (the true spelling of the name) on July 22, 1796 at the mouth of the Cuyahoga River, or if you used to hangout at Great Northern Mall as a teenager – this is your home.
Ohioans, and Clevelanders specifically, carry a “swagger” about them that is different from other folks. There is an aura that comes with living on the shores of Lake Erie that ties us all together. Call it whatever you want, but if you are traveling anywhere in the US, if two people are from Cleveland, there is a good chance they will bump into each other. There is also a good chance that they will strike up a conversation – maybe ask about where they went to high school, or if their parents knew “so and so” from the old neighborhoods.
It’s a big town, and a small city. We all know each other. And we all have a common history here that we should be proud to remember.
The goal of this blog is to talk about the good times, the bad times, and the times that keep us all together. The one common piece – it’s a place that you and I both call home. Welcome!
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