I went to Cleveland on my first vacation. Had just received my very first credit card in the mail. Had vacation time. Went to the airport with the idea of going to wherever the first available flight was going. Cleveland. In the concourse ran into three folks, a long haired guy and two girls, and asked where to find a way downtown. Got to talking, and ended up staying with them. This was in 1971. Had a fabulous time. Of course, this was back in a time that my sister said I lived in a "haze." That sort of described my week there. JGW