The sunlight – if you can call that muted glow actual sunlight – is quickly fading, returning the late-winter sky to its customary gun-metal grey. It’s happy hour on Friday and the folks streaming into the Happy Dog, located three kilometres from downtown Cleveland, begin to disrobe in a perfunctory burlesque performance: First come the gloves, then the scarves and finally the puffy coats and wool sweaters. The knit caps, however, stay firmly affixed. Read more