Christine Borne’s got a five day project:
Every day this week, I’m going to paint a picture of the Cleveland I know in exactly 100 words.
On Sunday evening I was kneading bread dough when the bells started to chime. It made me wonder what it was like to live during a time when Cleveland was dense with Catholic immigrants…
I think I’ll do it too:
There’s an older lady in Tremont who rides the bus around the neighborhood all day. I would frequently see her at the laundromat where she would tell anybody everybody’s business. She would, and still might, buy scratch-off lottery tickets one at a time from the convenience store next door. I’ve moved, but whenever I ride the 81, I know she’ll get picked up in front of St. John Cantius and dropped off right before Clark Avenue.
I like to think there are people like this in every neighborhood; motivated to no immediately apparent purpose, but busy-bee regular; a necessary Cleveland fauna.
What’s your 100-word Cleveland story for today?
