Where else can you find an outdoor bar and restaurant next to a large pile of gravel, only a few yards to beach volley ball courts, within view of an abandoned Coast Guard Station, next to a water treatment plant, nestled between an active railroad running on one side of the property and a marina on the other, and all this on the shore of a fresh water ocean? Only in Cleveland.
Yesterday, after attending the Indians game, I didn't want to return to my downtown condo leaving behind the gorgeous, cloudless, sun filled day. So, I drove less than two miles to Whiskey Island. Sure, you can walk it, or bike it, but I drove it - so unlike me. And, technically, it's not part of downtown, but oh-so close and oh-so uniquely Cleveland. It is one of our downtown connections to the Lake.
I sat at one of the picnic tables, having a beer, listening to a live band that played everything from blues to country with some rock mixed in. Once, I closed my eyes, the lead female singer stirred my imagination to visualize Joplin up on that stage - no, I was on my first beer. The sun was hot, hot, but there was a crisp breeze blowing through the Pines. It was pretty close to a perfect day - if only the Indians had won.