I had been to Cleveland before, but never stayed overnight like I did this time, and I managed to see a lot in about a 24 hour stay that really impressed me. Thanks to everyone who posted here about Priceline, I got a fantastic price at what must have been the most conveniently located hotel to my incoming route on I-90, the Hilton Garden. When I checked in, the man behind the desk asked if I was there for "the concert" and I said "YES!" but then realized he might have been talking about Manilow, so I cleared that up, and then he told me his wife was excited about Barry, but he'd rather see the Raspberries. After the concert, I bumped into him again, and he asked about my night and was amazed that I got to meet the entire band. He took a photo of me with my local friends before leaving for the night. Within a few minutes at Tower City, going to pick up my sister, who found the RTA from the airport very convenient and economical, a woman asked me if I needed help finding something, since I must have looked puzzled to her, and then a nice young gentleman asked me for my number because he'd "lost his" (LOL!) and offered to drive all the way to my home in Detroit to visit me occasionally. Cleveland loved me! :-) Before the concert, I was able to meet Marlene, and she introduced me to Bernie. Wish I would have had the time to meet more of the people of this board, but it wasn't possible since I was leaving my sister alone too much as it was. We had breakfast at a place called Big Al's, which had almost anything you could want on their extensive menu, and wasn't expensive either. After I took her back to the train station, and checked out of the hotel, I sat down to look at a map and plan my route to see the city by foot. It was cold and windy, but I bundled up and didn't let it deter me. I stopped in to warm up at a small mall on E 9th, and by the time I was nearing the Hall of Fame, it started to snow. I was in tennis shoes, having left my boots in the car, but it never got too deep or slippery for me to head back early. I was surprised how quiet the streets were for a Saturday in a downtown area. Nothing like busy Detroit or Chicago. The areas of Euclid that had construction blocking them probably contributed to the deserted feeling. I was disappointed in how small The Arcade was, since the ads had hyped it as something more spectacular than I found it to be. Still, I got some nice photos inside and was glad Priceline hadn't given me the hotel in there, because it would have been much harder to drive to, even tho it was closer to the venue. Since I was so close to Public Square, even though I'd seen the spectacular Christmas lights there the night before, I decided to go inside the Soldiers and Sailors monument to check out the stained glass, and I found one of the nicest people ever in there, Tim. Sitting in that small room all day repeating the same info about the monument must get awfully boring, so he was very glad to have some company for awhile. I was just killing time till I was hungry enough for dinner, so I told him about the concert and some of the other adventures I've experienced. He was a great audience, and when I had to leave, he gave me a hug, asked if he could take my picture, and told me I'd made his day. I only hope we all made The Raspberries feel as important as Tim made me feel. Everyone who lives in the midwest should never take for granted how friendly and helpful people are here. At the Detroit airport where I work (I agree it is very difficult to get to, since it is really NOT in Detroit)I often hear people talking about how nice we are in the midwest. Not that I personally have anything bad to say about people who live in the other parts of the country, but my sister claimed that it was like a different world where she lives in Maryland, so that she'd forgotten about the kindness of strangers.