Drinks on the River

The men came every day, arriving as the daytime manager slid back the bolt on the front door. They walked into a darkness so solid they’d tip their heads as if dodging a blow.

2015-01-28T12:06:22-05:00September 2, 2013|

The Tiny Record Empire in Cleveland

There’s only one Berry Gordy, but Rust Belt America in the 1960s and ‘70s was also home to at least a handful of African-American-run recording studios that thrived without bank loans ...

2015-01-28T11:42:54-05:00August 18, 2013|

A Transplant’s Tale

Ten years ago, I was living in Oberlin, a college town 30 miles from Cleveland. I was newly divorced, and ready to start dating, but not anyone in my small, company town. So I met Cleveland men.

2015-01-28T11:31:39-05:00June 11, 2013|