Musing of a Flâneur

Public Square, Cleveland

The Soul of the City

The Soul of the City — Does A City Have A Soul?
A reoccurring theme that often shows up in ramblings of my mind...

  • dancing couple
    February 23, 2015

    Can Community be defined?

    Can Community be defined? Maybe.
    The dictionary’s first definition of “community” leaves much to be desired: all the people living in a specific...

  • Madison Ave., Lakewood, OH
    February 23, 2015


    (Verse inspired by decaying neighborhoods)
    old, sad blues notes swirl about;
    the band plays on—
    engulfing all in her melancholic strains.
    a bright note...

  • flaneur
    February 23, 2015

    Musings of a Flâneur

    The transformation of space is always on my mind as I wander about urban neighborhoods. As I wander I try to be cognoscente of...

Neighborhood Building

Chicken or Egg? Neighborhood Planning

Which comes first? The chicken or the egg? Plans or Shared Neighborhood Vision?
Over the past few weeks I have been reading papers written...

Stories from the Street

Rainey Street House

Rainey Street Is No More

Trendiness wins out!
Rainey Street is no longer a neighborhood

I enjoy the bars and eateries that line Rainey Street just...

  • March 7, 2017

    The Historic Victory Grill

    The house lights are dim; my mind wanders in a...

  • Sam's BBQ, Austin
    March 4, 2016

    A Wander Through Chestnut (Austin, Texas)

    “Did you just take my picture?” she demands, face in my face.
    “No,” I reply, “No one except Art’s.” “I saw you point the...

  • Leakin Park, Baltimore
    February 23, 2015

    A Mysterious Playground

    As a child, my city neighborhood was a mysterious playground full of shadowy, beckoning adventures. “The Holler” with its monkey vine infested woods and...

This & That

Ralph Solonitz on Urban Paradoxes

My thanks to Ralph Solonitz of Cleveland, owner of ralph solonitz illustration/ design, for the cartoon.

Urban Anthology

Euclid Ave.

The City is a Living Narrative

The City is a dynamic, living narrative, an unfolding autobiography, a melding of countless invisible stories; raveling not in words but in movement, fear,...