Cleveland Pix & CommentsI had some time on Friday while waiting for everybody else to arrive, so I did some walking around near the hotel. Here is Cleveland's old Terminal Building, now called Tower City.
(Note: On all these pics, you can get a larger view by clicking on the picture, and an even larger view by clicking on it a second time. Kudos to Hello, which really does a great job with putting free images up on your blogger blog. Also thanks to Kitty who did some lightening of the inside photos.)
I love old buildings; that's one real negative with living in Phoenix. Out here an "old" building is one that's been around since the 1950s. I should have taken some interior photos of the arcade area inside this building; it's really pretty.
Just across the way from the old Terminal Building is the War Memorial; two guesses as to which war it commemorates. Hint: 1861-1865. Inside we encountered a really nice and informative guide who had recently retired after 20 years as a Navy submariner. That's one thing I didn't mention before, was how helpful and friendly everybody in Cleveland was.
Here's a picture of some fat old geezer pretending he knows how to play guitar in front of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. My brother is the musician in the family; I used to practice my notes while reading a Hardy Boys' book.
Here's a picture of the five brothers on my dad's side of the family: The Old Man (Jean Shepard always called his dad The Old Man), and my uncles Kevin, Jack (father of the bride), Jim and Tommy. Great guys all. You can probably tell from this photo that I listen to the Kevis hair restoration commercials on the radio with more than an academic interest.
Here's a shot of my cousin just after the conclusion of the wedding. As you can see, her husband is a handsome guy; always glad to see those ones marry my relatives as it eliminates some of the competition without reducing the pool of women available for me. She's a pretty gal, and a doctor to boot.
My sister Carol is the blonde with the zombie eyes at the far left; next to her is my father.
For more on Cleveland, check out
John Ruberry's terrific post on his experience running the Cleveland Marathon a couple weeks ago.
