The Wanderer

The Wanderer at The Bomb Shelter

Gimme The Bomb Shelter by Dave Daly 11/02/2018 All Hallow’s Eve has come and gone, and we are moving full speed ahead toward Thanksgiving, winter, the end of the year and possibly the end of the world. Hurrica...

Ambling Through Marble Town with The Wanderer

by Dave Daly 10/19/2018 I find graveyards fascinating, especially old ones. Is that macabre? I don’t think so. I’ve got a healthy respect for the dead and treat the grounds where they lay with reverence as...

The Wanderer at Summit Lake Neighborhood Farmers’ Market

I ate too many Sauerkraut Balls in August by Dave Daly 09/07/2018 Last month was crazy. There was something going on every weekend -- multiple things, in fact. Not all of them were gluttonous, either. There wa...

‘Summer Ain’t No Bummer’

The Wanderer | Festivals You Might See Hippie Johnny At by Dave Daly 08/01/2018 Summer ain’t no bummer this August in Akron. We got festivals coming out the wazoo every weekend! I usually only wander down ...

The Wanderer | April 2018

Tryouts and Tribulations by Dave Daly 04/10/2018 Last year around this time I went down to Canal Park to tryout to sing the National Anthem at a home game during the upcoming season. As I was handed the m...

The Wanderer | March 2018

Sundays are Meant for Gorging by Dave Daly 03/23/2018 When you are gifted with a warm weekend day in the waning months of winter, you take advantage of it.  Nothing gets your mind off potholes like a walk...
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The Wanderer | December 2017

On Christmas…   by Dave Daly 12/8/17 It’s early December and we are knee deep in the Christmas swamp. While some regale the decorations, music and joy, others, like me, don’t. I’m too busy getting ro...

The Wanderer | Queso Happens: An Evening at La Loma

     by Holly Brown   I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: tacos are king. They are tiny tortilla hammocks of meat and spices engulfed by sauces so spicy and flavorful that it’s impos...

The Wanderer: Staying in with Fat Bob

words and photos by Holly Brown   I have a very intense love/hate relationship with winter. It’s hard to deny that nothing quite beats the first snowfall of the season, how everything looks soft and m...

The Wanderer: Squealing for the Rubber Ducks

  by Holly Brown The month of June has meant nothing more than sports for the entirety of Northeast Ohio. In one of those beautifully timed, yet completely unintentional coincidences, this June marked my...