I miss Toledo. Highlights from its local news broadcasts from when I lived there in '00-'02 include a youth gang dedicated solely to beating up mailmen, car-sized potholes that would suddenly appear under your compact and swallow it up completely, actual alligators crawling up from the sewers and chewing on housepets and the then-mayor beating up one of his citizens with enough enthusiasm to put him in the intensive care ward. Saw Molly Hatchet at the Lucas County fair, followed by a bush-league pro-wrestling show. During the intermission the local heavyweight champ, Chief Bootyknocker, came into the stands to talk with his wife and 34 children, who were seated nearby. As it got close to the bell-time and the houselights dimmed, Mrs. Bootyknocker shooed her kids away, telling them "alright kids, daddy's gotta go wrestle now." Good times.