July 7, 2001—Day 3, Pittsburgh to Clyde, Ohio

Kyle and I knew our destination for July 7th was Clyde, Ohio, a small town made famous by Sherwood Anderson’s novel Winesburg, Ohio. this was my first visit to the prototypical American town where big dreams die fast when the idea of being different makes you an outcast. The town where, if Sherwood Anderson had stayed, American literature would never have given birth to Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, or William Faulkner. Most of the people we met in town were a little stand-offish, and everything on Main Street was closed, but at least most of the businesses were actually all still going. Clyde can’t say the same today, 13 years later.

 

July 7, 2001

July 7, 2001

Kyle Borowski sits on top of our Astrovan just by the Pennsylvania/Ohio border. This small farm town would hex us with trinities of crosses in almost every field. July 7, 2001.

Kyle Borowski sits on top of our Astrovan just by the Pennsylvania/Ohio border. This small farm town would hex us with trinities of crosses in almost every field. July 7, 2001.

 

A vintage postcard I bought at Sherman's drug store in Clyde—it's no longer there. As for the image in the postcard—what os no longer standing at the Route 20 entrance to Clyde, Ohio, either. July 7, 2001.

A vintage postcard I bought at Sherman’s drug store in Clyde, Ohio—it’s no longer there, but Rite Aid is. As for the image in the postcard—that is no longer standing at the Route 20 entrance into Clyde, Ohio, either. July 7, 2001.

 

Our digs for the night—The Winesburg Motel. At the time is was the perfect fleabag motel. Plenty of local color. Subsequent visits would reveal a darker side of Clyde. July 7, 2001.

Our digs for the night—The Winesburg Motel. At the time it was the perfect fleabag motel. Plenty of local color, and as well-kept as a 40+ year-old motel could be. Subsequent visits to the motel revealed a darker side; the underbelly of small town of Clyde, Ohio.  July 7, 2001.

 

 

Woody's Drive-In, a local joint in Fremont, Ohio where the root beer is homemade and the hot dogs and fries are the perfect comfort food on a warm night. Kyle and I got there just in time as the raid started as soon as we finished our meals. July 7, 2001.

Woody’s Drive-In, a local joint in Fremont, Ohio, where the root beer is homemade and the hot dogs and fries are the perfect comfort food on a warm night. Kyle and I got there just in time—the rain started as soon as we finished our meals. July 7, 2001.

 

The classic neon sign tempting travelers off Route 20 into a mom-and-pop refuge glowed with the comfort of a sunset. The sign is no longer there. July 7, 2001.

The classic neon sign tempting travelers off Route 20 into a mom-and-pop refuge glowed with the comfort of a sunset. The sign is no longer there. July 7, 2001.

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