
In April of 2010, I had to go back to Cleveland. The city is now permanently associated with good people, hard times and an inability to take three steps forward. And so I have a tale.
I was stuck in Charlotte on Sunday evening. There were thunderstorms in the area with more lightning than I can ever remember seeing out of a plane window. Before we lande…
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