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Scott Poffenberger (Poffenberger)
We Clevelanders love to complain about the weather. We seem to get a perverse pleasure... bragging rights... when we recall our past experiences... "Where were you on July 4th '69?" or "How about that "white hurricane" in January of '78?".
Sometimes, however, the weather is perfect. Sometimes Cleveland conspires to show you what you're missing on those stormy days. Yesterday was one of those days.
It was warm, slightly breezy with just enough humidity to qualify as balmy yesterday evening when I picked up Dad at the old house and drove down to the Nighttown patio (great recommendation, Bill Kent)and met Kent Johnson, whom I had not seen in over 40 years. Over glasses of red French Bordeau and Italian Pinot Noir and plates of walleye, trout & lemon veal we went back to the Fairfax of the fifties and Roxboro of the early sixties. We were joined by the memories of our shared elementary & jr high teachers and many of our classmates. It was perfect.
Its almost magical for me when I spend time with folks from our Cleveland past. I hope to re-connect with more of you as the reunion approaches.
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