There’s nothing quite like walking along a road in Cleveland to come across a brownstone reverberating like a cathedral, The Jackson Five echoing into the street.
To find the yappy dog on the block has determined you are his consummate companion and manages to follow you from 5 feet ahead.
To cheer on the nun in the SUV who cuts off an entire line of traffic at the intersection, oblivious to the lewd gestures thrown her way.