Home: W. 58th St., Cleveland Ohio. Here in the heartland many pride themselves on being the pulse of the
nation. We Ohioans decide
elections. We watch football. We farm, industrialize and innovate. We are America.
It is my personal view that
Clevelanders, in particular, typify the group of Ohioans who particularly cling
to the specific anatomical similarity derived from their location. Columbusonians
will probably be among the first to object to this claim.
Columbusonians
are also a proud breed, which, in fact, is home to the state capitol, which
means that it is true a lot of politicking gets done there. & I realize a certain constituent of Michiganders may come to read this
knowing little about Ohio outside of college football, completely ignorant to
the vast cultural inequities a place like Columbus has compared to one like
Cleveland.
Economically metaphorically, OSU in your city is like giving a
personified metropolitan area a perpetual IV tap, the source of which is vital
nutrients donated by close relatives until they are all but drained. Also, there’s the Arnold Classic.
Southern Ohioans may also object to the notion that Cleveland, more
than other Ohio cities performs the States’ vital pulmonary function. & I cannot deny, there are many fine establishments
and restaurants in Cincinnati. It’s
nice. But I’ll put it like this, if you
don’t care about the NBA, which, of course, currently includes any
self-respecting Clevelander: Cleveland is a little more blue state and Cinci is
a little more red state.
Cleveland is colder though, and
the grit is takes to keep the beat— the
stiff-inhalation, jaw-clenched American—that one came from Cleveland. Then he/she spit.
A weave on 58th Street. |
1.
Weaves on
the street. I have been following this phenomenon for
more than a year now. I can only
conclude that there is some kind of vortex that sucks up lost weaves and
redistributes them on 58th.
(As a particularly boggling side note: my artist-friend Ben silkscreens t-shirts and he made this one, which is def one of my faves, is it weaves or squids? You decide.) |
2.
The shady-ass prostitution
and drug dealing that happens from time to time at 58th & Lorain. Now, I know, I know, sometimes it really is
just people waiting for the bus but other times…some shady-ass shit goes down
on 58th I promise you. Mean-looking
muscular men will discourage pedestrians from walking down "occupied" courts/alleys. Drivers shout dollar
amounts to the ladies on the corner. One
time my brother and I noticed the same woman working the corner three times a
few hours apart. The first time she just
looked like a your typical overweight, scantily-clad corner person. But the second time she was crying, holding
her crotch and the third time she had a black eye. This may actually be an explanation of #1,
now that I’m writing it all out.
3.
Simons
Park: A small donated garden with a sign
at the northeast Bridge corner. “No Pets.” It stays clean. People respect the sign. -See 58th has a little bit of
everything. There are beautiful
100-year-old stone homes next to row houses.
Audis and rusted-out vans. It’s
kind of a cluster, but between Lorain and Detroit is a community-volunteered,
beautification project. You’d miss it if
you didn’t know it was there. It’s a
botanical gesture that allows the gentrified hippies and the angsty,
high-schoolers a similar pride, and though this isn’t a beach out in the
wherever, it’s just fine.
Of course, it is also common to see
people blowing or otherwise raking leaves and grass clippings directly into the
street, which suggests a general ignorance (at least of composting) and
simultaneous compulsory need to have the appearance of a clean lawn. Truly American.
4.
Sometimes
the teenage girl that lives across the street from me sits on her roof. The police go over there from time to
time. She can sit on the roof for
hours. I tried talking to her once. Well, she talked to me.
“Can you call the police?”
“What’s going on?” I said.
“Please, just call the police.”
“Well, tell me what’s going on and I’ll
decide whether to call the police.” I said.
An adult came to the
window and insisted that everything was OK and that the police had already been
there, which I later confirmed.
When you look over the rooftops to the
east, you can see the downtown skyline.
It is just distant enough to be an ever-present reminder that we are
here together in a series of different communities: the home; the block; the
neighborhood; the city; the region; and so on…58 blocks out is perspective from
but connected to the whole.
5. The tasteful, hipstery bars at the Detroit-end of 58th. I mean, the
Happy Dog: live music, trivia and hot dogs. Spice: well-done, American fusion
with local ingredients. Latitude 41 is
ok. –Wait. What? You’re not a hipster? You’re reading a
blog. You don’t like hot dogs? Maybe you’re not American? Yes, they have
vegan – Or would you rather go some place a little quieter, lil’ I’unno’
what…don worry, drink, I live right
down the street…
6.
The Parkview: The local bar. Good food, a
brunch, live music and a view of the lake if you step outside. Of course, there’s also a view of an all-but
abandoned factory and a highway, but it really adds to the Cleveland-ness. The PV sits on a bit of a hill and watching the
cars pass, especially at night, it’s the best place to lay future plans of
sledding, city planning and lake access, for that matter, where to spend the
rest of an evening or even the rest of your life. The heart beats a little deeper on this kind
of night. A thinning of the blood
accounts for a certain percentage of the sensation, but light, shadows, waves –
they play a part.
That's a home grown zucchini posing with the doggies. |
Tact is the gateway through which 58th
Street is guiding the rest of us. The readiness and acceptance required to navigate from
Lorain to Detroit; see the lake, and see a better future is why people will wave and chat with
each other; sit on the porch; hang out on the stoop. Sure, a radio or two gets jacked, but when we
speak to each other it’s with candor, a look in the eye, and a little hint that
I have 5 big dogs that are kinda hard to control.