“Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio, is like being nowhere at all,” John Denver sang in 1975. Fifty years later, I found myself sitting at a near-empty downtown bar on a Saturday night — one of maybe 10 people inside, no one under 30 — and realized, with a pang, that Denver’s lyrics still hit a little too close to home.
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I’m a college intern here for the summer, living in Old Orchard, just a stone’s throw from the University of Toledo. You can see the campus tower from my front yard. Every Uber driver assumes I’m a student there. But despite living in what should be a lively college neighborhood, the question that’s haunted me since day one has been: Where are all the young people?
I arrived in early June from Connecticut, where I go to school between the bustli