The critics were brutal. Headlines called it a “fizzle,” a “fiasco,” and “a total bust.” Some 30,000 people had gathered on the banks of the Chicago River in the city’s downtown on the night of October 4, waiting to see three floating houses set ablaze.
Although the morning paper said it would be a fair, warming day, the horizon darkened with looming rain. Principal Thomas L. Simmerman watched the fidgeting children lined up in the hall and decided to give them a few minutes of frolic and exercise.
In August, I arrived at the Cleveland Museum of Art carrying a slim book with a library binding - the original Handbook of the Cleveland Museum of Art, first published in 1925, which promised “a brief description of the museum, its collections, and its works.”
Every watering hole in Cleveland had their TVs on last night to see LeBron's first game back with the Cavs. Even Tremont’s highfalutin Spotted Owl Bar toted out a wall-dominating screen for easy viewing.
Behind the Sign is a documentary video series created by Cleveland SGS to highlight the unsung heroes of Cleveland’s small business community. Their achievements aren’t measured in dollars, but in pride and longevity.
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.
When a church is not a church in Pittsburgh; thanks for nothing, South Carolina; whither the smart money in Detroit?; Lorain-born Jason Molina left behind beautiful, heartbreaking music; and a pretty little map of 1903 US immigration.
Not far from the ersatz splendor of downtown Cleveland with its god-sized chandelier and soulless schmaltz, a man is keeping the past alive.
NATO held its international meeting in Chicago a couple months before I decided to quit driving a cab in 2012. Mayor Emanuel turned the city into a militarized showplace for the visitors' benefit.
Piles. Piles of limestone, piles of gravel, piles of broken glass. Items haphazardly piled as if to signal that no one cares what happens here.
There is no denying that term “Rust Belt” is as much a nickname of endearment as it is a condemnation. In the postindustrial haze, cities like Detroit, Cleveland, Cincinnati, quickly fell from popular favor ...
Bits of good news about Ohio's economy—as welcome as they may be—are dwarfed by a relentlessly bleak reality. The numbers are bad—and getting worse—and the suffering behind those numbers is more wretched.