Brownstone
Cleveland and Moab are similar in that there's brownstone everywhere. In Moab, brownstone cliffs, spires, and arches are protected and revered like consecrated remnants of a once holy cathedral, which is kind of what it feels like to be there. Here in Cleveland the brownstone is a reminder of better times. Shortly after the turn of the century, that is the twentieth century, the moneyed class built many of these old brownstone houses in our neighborhood as vacation homes, intending them to be quiet "countryside" retreats from the rapacious industrialism that was growing near the lake. How times change. Once icons of affluence, most of these old brownstones are now owned by the middle class, and require annual tuck pointing to avoid a slow collapse to rubble. It's not only houses, but schools, churches, and commercial buildings of every kind around here are made of brick 'n mortar and one hundred year old lathing. You have to travel to the modern suburbs of affluence to experience new construction.
The University down the street is an exception. There are some old brownstones on campus, but many of the the buildings are much newer, like the school of medicine where Master spends his days. Or the Weatherhead building, which is sort of an architectural amalgam of the old and new, whose roof looks like it could double as a decent skateboard park.
That, I'm afraid, is where the similarity between Moab and Cleveland ends.