i love driving fairmount boulevard from its first hook off cedar road all the way to its tail end somewhere past kirtland. actually, i prefer it if someone else drives so that i can keep my nose against the window, watching the old industrial revolution mansions give way to trendy shops (let’s hear it for on the rise!) until the road eventually spills into acres and acres of farmland. out there, i feel like anne of green gables or rebecca of sunnybrook farm or heidi (sans the mountains).