Growing up (weird) in Cleveland

carouselAs a young child, I observed some scary things from the windows of our second-floor apartment on Keiper Court. On more than one occasion, I watched a neighbor lady tie chickens to a tree in her yard and cut off their heads with a meat clever.

At night, I could see the illuminated water tower on a factory in the distance. At first, I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was a merry-go-round in the sky.

I lived in fear of being condemned to ride on it — unable to get off without plunging to certain death.