Time for another installment of the vacation edition of Sign of the Times, meaning another trip to an exotic locale close to home. This time, it’s ol’  Toledo.

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I spent a day in Toledo last week with two goals in mind; one, to visit the Fallen Timbers battlefield site south of Toledo, and to attend the Collingwood Arts Center poetry reading hosted by Michael Grover.

First stop, the famous Tony Packo’s where I had a decent lunch (a dog, a bowl of chili, and an iced tea for $6.49) and read the Toledo City Paper. And what do I find there? A review of “Food, Inc.” which I saw the night before at Cedar Lee. And, a glowing review of a new Indian restaurant in Toledo called Masala Cuisine of India, which I quickly decided I would find and have dinner at later that day.

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So now, it’s 12:30 and I’ve got 8 hours (!) to kill.

I drive around a bit along the Maumee River north of Tony Packo’s, with its vast open lots where shipbuilding factories once stood, and pass a newish-looking development  known as the Toledo Skyway Marina with an old coal-fired power plant in its midst. A local news crew filming a segment tells me that power plants future was uncertain for a while, but that now there are plans to save it and convert it to condos or apartments.

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I drove on an stopped by the International Park just off of Main Street before crossing the Maumee into downtown Toledo. One small sign swayed my decision to turn left; ship museum. I soon found the Willis Boyer Museum Ship anchored to a dock on the Maumee River, paid 6 bucks, and took a nice leisurely 2-hour tour of the magnificent 617-foot -long iron-ore boat launched in 1911.

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I talked with the director of the museum, a young guy named Paul, an ex fighter pilot, about the financial situation of the museum, their relocation a bit downriver toward the lake next year, and their quest to buy one of the two remaining Hulett ore unloaders now in storage in Cleveland.

Next, I cross the river via Main St. and make my way to the Toledo Museum of Art. The TMA, like the CMA, has free admission, with $5 parking. I saw the show of native Toledo artists (which was a mix of good and not-so-good, IMHO).

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But the TMA’s Glass Pavilion was the most impressive. It felt like being in no other structure I’ve ever been in. Free and open and transparent throughout, just a remarkable structure that seemed to hover in space somewhere, pleasantly altering your idea of what a building should look and feel like.

After the museum, I drove on through the charming town of Maumee, Ohio on the way to Fallen Timbers. I found it in a round-about, off-the-map kind of way. It’s wedged between a housing development, a bike path, and a busy freeway, with a shopping mall (always a shopping mall) just on the other side of the freeway.

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The story is that if the U.S. hadn’t won the Battle of Fallen Timbers, there may never have been an Ohio, much less a Michigan, Indiana, or much of the other midwest/Great Lakes states. Or at best, it all would’ve been a part of Canada.

The site is mostly a quiet, wooded knoll in a clearing overlooking the Maumee River below and to the east. There’s a main central statue, two-sided monuments on either side with the names of American soldiers killed and the other side with the names of participating Indian tribes.

By this time, I was getting real hungry, so I drove to Masala Cuisine of India for dinner. I had 2 veggie samosas ($1.99) with mint chutney and mango chutney (the samosas were fine, the chutneys ho-hum), then had an onion kulcha ($2.99) and a complex and kickin’ spicy chana masala ($8.99). The chana and the kulcha were probably some of the best I’ve ever had anywhere (including some of the Indian joints I sampled in London years ago). I talked to the owner who hails from California via Michigan, who tells me his is only the third Indian restaurant in the Toledo area. All I know is that his utterly kicks ass.

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I finished off at the Collingwood Arts Center, housed in a cool, eerie Victorian-era building, (which, according to Grover, houses a few ghosts) with an energetic poetry reading hosted by Michael Grover that ended just after midnight. Followed by a small shot of caffeine and a 2-hour drive back home.