Join Vagabondish on Twitter and Facebook. For vagabonds who’ve witnessed exotic sights, immersed themselves in foreign cultures, and climbed to the tops of pyramids, the familiar hometown might not be the ideal final destination. But when happenstance, poor planning, or bad luck plunk you back onto your old stomping grounds, it’s easy to spend too many nights contemplating your misfortune over beers at the local bar. My hometown is a tiny sneeze of a city in northern Ohio, known only for a lake and an amusement park. The list of things it lacks is far…
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