Funky Cold Medina

Just thoughts.

We rail against Ohio for its Ohio-ness. You know, the overwhelming sort of midwest, sort of rust-belt, sort of sort-of-ness that colors everything. There is no interesting regional cuisine of which to speak. Amish fare does not count. I've never seen the Food Network or Travel Channel do any specials on "Butter Fairs" or "Bread Festivals." "You have to go to Ohio for ______." What? Cedar Point? Rock and Roll/Football Halls of fame? It's not that there's nothing of interest, it's that there's nothing that interesting.

We drive by the local Chili's/Flinger's/Chachki's/TGIMcSomething's on our way to find some food. Here, it is Rockne's. "Hey, let's hit Rockne's after work for some tall cold Labatt's. They've got an appetizer special from 4:30 to 6:30 on Tuesdays." Ohio (pronounced with the melodic and graceful midwest twang). It could be Indiana, too, so don't take it too personally.

Medina is a nice little town. Close enough to be a bedroom community for Cleveland, but somehow, not really a bedroom community for Cleveland. There is a pretty square downtown with a bandstand and a surprisingly robust merchant community. Last night there was a concert being played in the bandstand and there were loads of people there to take it all in. Charming. I respect people that do their thing out here. Quietly raising their families and doing their jobs. Parades and County Fairs. Farmers' Markets. Rockwellian.

Just thoughts.