Six-month-old in tow, we flew here for a weekend, hooked up with a real-estate agent by a soon-to-be Kent State colleague. “I think Cleveland Heights or Shaker Heights seems like the right fit for us,” I told her assuredly, but she insisted on dragging us through Cuyahoga Falls and Hudson, her out-of-work executive husband unhelpfully along for the ride. “Hudson,” he drawled, in his Texas accent, “is a regular U-NI-ted Nations.”
Adjusting to the changing tides of the city:
We didn’t know then that the roomy bookstore would close a few years later, along with countless other bookstores in America [. . .]. We didn’t yet know that one failed school levy too many would eventually push us, then with two kids, three miles south to Shaker, another well-integrated suburb but one that more consistently funds its schools.
And the birth of the nonprofit research institute:
[. . .] we sought to create a more vibrant, equitable, sustainable and inclusive Ohio. One with lower unemployment and more opportunity. Fewer potholes and more bike paths. Fewer trap doors to drop out of the middle class, more on-ramps to climb into it. Fewer predatory loans, foreclosures and labor law violations. Better schools, more preschool slots, cheaper tuition, nicer parks, more immigrants, better jobs, cleaner energy, stronger communities.