Sandusky, Ohio could be a great town if only it tried harder. It is your younger and dumber brother who has never lived up to his full potential. Your stupid sibling and Sandusky are constantly snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. We, I mean they, are seemingly always battling demons in their struggle for self esteem and identity. Sandusky gets a daily beat down from the older and smarter Cleveland and then Columbus and Cincinnati stomp on it’s throat because they’re better at sports.
Sandusky is a summer town. If Cedar Point were ever to go under, this would become a post apocalyptic ghost town whose only inhabitants would be heroin addicts, wild dogs and the fat squirrels that are unafraid of anyone and anything. Of course, the case could be made for damn near any town that it is a summery warm weather place. Winters in Ohio are brutal and everyone loves summer. But most cities have something to offer its citizens and visitors during the colder months, whereas Sandusky does not. It is solely a summer town. It always has been and always will be.
In the summer months, downtown Sandusky is alive. It is right up on the bay and you can take a ferry over to Put-In-Bay or Kelley’s Island to enjoy food, drink and music. Just beware of all the rape and murders that are now so prevalent at PIB. Sandusky holds an Art Walk on the first Thursday of every summer month. The State Theater is in full swing on Columbus Street, offering musicals, comedians, concerts and multi media programs. Bars have outdoor seating and concerts. Interesting finds can be discovered within various thrift stores. Bike Week brings 100,000 bikers every year. There is Kalahari and Great Wolf Lodge and, of course, Cedar Point. Old Sandusky was a destination for runaway slaves before, during and after the Civil War. Facer Park is dedicated to those who escaped as far north as Canada. Most of the buildings downtown are sturdy brick and mortar from the early 19th century – some still stand and some are in disrepair and ready to crumble, but the architecture is beautiful. Sandusky is an old and lovely town that doesn’t know what it wants to be anymore.
And then winter comes. Winters off the shores of Lake Erie are cold and brutal and the city ceases to exist. SPARC stops running at the first sign of snow and tourists have fled from Cedar Point. The State Theater shows less and less of herself. The little culture that may have once existed here buries itself in the snow banks and the Jet Express is docked in warmer climates. Sandusky has no museums and really no concert clubs to speak of. It is rife with drugs and crime and general stupidity. Typically, if you want something to do, you need to go elsewhere. The streets are full of potholes and the busses are always late and jobs are limited. Sandusky would be great if it lived in Florida or Belize or Cuba, but it doesn’t fit here in Ohio.
This place is nothing more than Oliver from The Brady Bunch.