Small things like an efficient transit system can make a city more or less attractive to people who might move to Cleveland. In fact, I myself contemplated moving to Cleveland back in 1998 - obviously I voted with my feet on that count. One must bear in mind that I was living at the time in a town with 300 people, and two town activities: bowling and hunting. Not one to disparage a long-lived sport like bowling, it just didn't capture me and make me wish I could do that every week until I perished. I've never hunted, although I have nothing against it. I often enjoy hunting songs.
I always will remember, Twas a year ago November,
I went out to shoot some deer on a morning bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow:
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
- Tom Lehrer 'The Hunting Song', Tom Lehrer Revisited
I was impressed by Cleveland having a well-noted Museum and Symphony, and the proximity to the Lake seemed enticing.
I don't pretend to know the minds of others who might want to move here. This puts my five levels below the skill of Michelle Malkin, who knows the mind of Casey Sheehan. Despite Michelle's mind-powers, I am not quite in line with her support for internment camps, perhaps fearing my mind may be read one day by her and I'd be tossed in a camp myself, along with all the other moonbats. Which makes me wonder where the term moonbat originates, and has any other word been so coined as to be so overused but convey so little, whilst having no relative in reality with which to base it's strange conglomeration of two words. But I digress.
Instead of pursuing future Office Max's with lucre - or as Roldo Bartimole so keenly observed
- with cars, meals, and perhaps indentured servants, Cleveland could covet other resources. Instead of 350 million for a convention center, how about cleaning up area beaches and storm sewer runoff problems? Some people might move to Cleveland if it had nicer beaches, but I guarantee you not one soul is moving here for the convention center.
Mass transit is also a big selling point. Once upon a time, I nearly left Ohio for Chicago partly because I was so impressed with their transit system and use of the lake. My own use of mass transit dictates that I catch the 6:14 Blue Line train from Van Aken to Tower City. It's scheduled to arrive there at 6:37, which is handy because the bus I need to catch on the other side of Public Square leaves at 6:47. Ten minutes should be plenty of time for a stroll across the square, a glance over to the BP building to see if Cleveland's version of Gladiators
is having a match, and a wink to the statue of General Cleaveland. But if the train is late, and I miss the bus, I have to spend 30 minutes cooling my heels. Which wouldn't bother me too much, but the train has been late every single time I've taken in for about three months. I've emailed complaints to gcrta.org, but no one has responded. Then I wondered how many other commuters are also in my situation with their own perpetually late buses and trains? If they leave, do we blame the Office Max of the day, or beaches and how well the transit system is humming? Oddly enough, this is not a rhetorical question.