Don Hallum called Ohio City his home years before the breweries settled in, and decades before foodies flocked to West 25th Street for Sunday brunch. He moved to the neighborhood on Cleveland's near west side in 1978.
Ken bursts through the front door of the Bel-Aire office wielding a can of wasp spray. The woman who ran in just before Ken is, to understate matters, distressed, and both are screaming at each other.
No place is what it used to be. Yet many places do have a lasting identity. But Cleveland Heights has more than a single identity, it has diversity.
Fixing up a cheap house in a Rust Belt town is tough -- and a well-meaning buyer can end up doing more harm than good. What qualities do the right buyers have, and what's the value of land banks?
An excerpt from Teardown: Memoir of a Vanishing City
The Write A House project attempts to turn empty housing stock into a strength.
How the good green grass of Maple Heights became vacant lots.
Where do people go after they’ve lost their homes?
A few months ago, I was riding around on my bike from my old neighborhood near the Collinwood rail yards on Cleveland's East Side to my apartment in suburban Lakewood.
City analyses often fall prey to black-and-white narratives. The Rust Belt is either “dead” or “reviving.” Residents are either suburbanites or city dwellers, gentrifiers or natives, boosters or negative nabobs.