memory's outbox

The Lancer was a legend (certainly in my mind, and by the looks of all the cars parked akimbo on Saturday nights, in real life as well).  About half way between downtown Cleveland and my home on the east side, it was one of the only remarkable things on my travels down the Carnegie corridor.

For me, Carnegie was a way to get home from downtown or the airport.  It was a liminal place.  The Lancer, was a waypost, a mark that I was half way home.

A visit to the Lancer has been on my list of Cleveland holiday visit to-dos forever, sitting just north or south of a stop by the The House of Swing (Where Jazz is King!) another legend from my youth, and a place I only saw from car windows.

I never got to go to the Lancer.  I’m gonna go to the House of Swing next time I am home.

ps.  Check out the large version of this photo, taken by Cleveland SGS.  Stunning.