I unfortunately purchased your June issue to find an extremely insulting description about the community in which I live.
It is obvious your magazine knows nothing about Oakwood Village, nor did you take the time to obtain accurate information. Rather, you irrseponsibly described Oakwood as a smokestack, shotgun house, blue-collar community, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
Speed trap you say? Oakwood P.D. is only doing its job.
You are a typical example of what Cleveland is: Prejudiced. Let’s keep it real. Why didn’t you just describe Oakwood Village as a black-collar community.
Oakwood has one of the best fitness/pedestrian trails in Ohio. Walk! Magazine, who actually took the time to do their homework, listed Oakwood Village as having one of the best pedestrian trails in America.
Lastly, I’d much rather have a Sam’s Club and a Pettiti’s Garden Center than have a community congested with traffic from overlapping shopping centers any day. What a disappointment from your magazine.
He Likes Mike
Mr. Roberts, I loved your piece on the final tour of the house you grew up in (“Life and Time,” May 2006).
My God it hit me: I grew up in such a home.
So many things you discussed were as I too remember.
Born in Parma in 1952, a modest post-WWII home.
Stacks of the PD, Press, Life and Look …
Letters from WWII from dad and uncles all over the world …
I even worked at J&L Steel summers during college …
The transistor radio we lived to listen to at night in bed …
The real Browns …
Mike, your “solitary stroll through its rooms” just tore my heart out. The days gone by, the routines that exist no more — people, places, things, times — all over. I get Cleveland Magazine in order to read your writings. You talk about the old Cleveland, the town I remember. When men were men. Mike, you’re the best. Thank you for writing.
Rick M. Singel D.D.S.