Wheeling has a fascinating collection of old buildings—my favorites are the two churches that are turned directly back-to-back to each other, like siblings who aren’t speaking. I also love the old bridge, the big antique signs (for a cigar company, maybe? it’s been a couple of years) and a great old hotel downtown that was the first hotel where I ever stayed for a night by myself. It’s kind of run down, but in a poetic sort of way, not in the Detroit war zone kind of way.