My father would drive me every Sunday morning as I delivered my Plain Dealer route, 120 Sunday papers out of the back of the family Ford Country Squire station wagon. Afterward we'd drive out from the suburbs there in Brook Park into old Cleveland and he'd show me all his old stomping grounds before & after he met & married mother. It was a grand time. Afterward we'd go back, stop at Royal Castle for brunch, then on home to watch the Browns.
Mother dragged him out to the suburbs, but, his heart belonged to Cleveland proper.