The last time I was in my hometown, it was to lay my godfather to rest. I decided I wasn’t going to wait for a sad occasion to go back again.
It only took me five years to make good on that call.
I just spent my first real vacation in seven years in my native Cleveland.
You know how I knew for sure I was overdue for a break? I realized after we’d gone to press last week I’d misspelled the name of Olympic women’s beach volleyball gold medalist Misty May-Treanor in my column. How embarrassing.