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                  Before air conditioning, Europeans mostly migrated to places
                  with reasonable summer temperatures. Mostly. In Toledo this
                  week I experienced 40 degree temperatures in the mornings and
                  comfortable afternoons that by the end of the dry week were in
                  the low 80's. Last night I took my newest team member at
                  PopResearch out to experience a game played by the historic
                  Toledo Mud Hens. Established in 1896 (before air conditioning),
                  they are a team from an era of waxing growth in the Great
                  Lakes region of America long before the slow decline of the
                  Rust Belt.
                 
                
                  We dined before the game at Tony Packo's - a Hungarian restaurant
                  founded in the 30's and now know for the M.O.A.D., the mother
                  of all dogs. This is a fully loaded wurst as long as my forearm
                  and nearly as thick. Okay, that's probably a bit of an exaggeration,
                  but it's fricken' huge! At Packo's they'll wish you
                  "Egeszsedre!" as you down your beer. I'll have to remember that
                  if I ever visit Hungry.
                 
                
                  The Mud Hens were playing the Braves, who apparently now have
                  a triple A team in Gwinnett County rather than Richmond, VA.
                  Who knew? It's a bit too obvious that I haven't followed
                  baseball much since the 90's. Fortunately Ridley, who accompanied
                  me that evening, was just as unknowledgeable or played it off
                  well. One never knows.
                 
                
                  The game was a throwback to earlier years, with a home run
                  bouncing off a brick wall and being ruled a ground rule double,
                  plenty of scoring by both teams, and plenty of errors as well.
                  In the end, the Braves I rooted for were much like the Atlanta
                  Braves of the 80's - playing marginally better ball, but
                  abandoning men on pace in the face of double play after double
                  play by the Mud Hens. They ended up losing with 5 runs to the
                  Mud Hens 12.
                 
                
                   
                
                 
                
                  Still, an enjoyable evening! Taking a pokewalk afterward we
                  passed gutted skyscraper after gutted skyscraper marveling at
                  this empty skeleton of a once great city at the heart of the
                  Rust Belt. What is it about this place that makes people
                  leave Toledo while they are flocking in droves to places like
                  Nashville and Seattle?
                 
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