Growing up in Michigan (and finally recognizing that winters were never going to get any shorter and so moved south), I remember the rivalry between our states. Wolverines vs the Buckeyes football (a vicious, stocky, muscular carnivore resembling a small bear defeats a nut that falls out of a tree. Big surprise.)
And the “Toledo War” of 1836 where Ohio traded the Upper Penninsula for a strip of land that included Toledo. Ha, Ha! Ooops! Someday Michigan may get around to actually using the U.P. again if copper prices go up. In the mean time they have a state-sized stockpile of trees standing untapped.
And is there a more boring drive than the Ohio Turnpike? You bet your triple tandem eighteen wheeler there isn’t.
Remember the Cuyahoga River catching fire in Cleveland in the 1969? Who wouldn’t want to live in a city where you can roast marshmallows over a flaming river?
But Ohio did redeem themselves with Cedar Point. The roller coast. One of the great amusement parks of all time that our family visited every year in the summer. For that alone I give Ohio my respect. Oh, and Joe Walsh. He’s cool.