Clearly, though, the event was viewed at the time as a success.
Skip forward 25 years. The Plain Dealer published a short story to remind people about Balloonfest. Here’s the top:
At the time it seemed like a cool idea — gather 2,500 people on Public Square to inflate 1.5 million helium balloons and then launch the entire colorful cluster into the sky.
The plan 25 years ago by United Way of Greater Cleveland was to set a Guinness world record for balloon launches and to kick off its annual fundraiser.
But it’s not clear whether the record was broken, and despite the awesome spectacle witnessed by thousands of people packed on the Square, there were too many behind-the-scene headaches for United Way to ever want to do it again.
Environmentalists complained the balloons were pollutants; the Coast Guard, searching for a lost boater in Lake Erie, complained that balloons landing in the water hindered their search; and a Geauga County woman complained that balloons landing on her property spooked her prized Arabian horses.
Even Canadians complained of balloons littering their beaches.
The drifting spheres caused a 30-minute closing of Burke Lakefront Airport and, according to police, caused a couple of car accidents as drivers swerved to avoid slow-motion blizzards of multicolored orbs or took their eyes off the road to gawk at the overhead spectacle… So much for BalloonFest ’86 on that rainy Saturday afternoon, Sept. 27, a quarter of a century ago. It was fun while it lasted.
That’s a more negative take than the original coverage, although it never says Balloonfest killed someone, despite the filmmaker’s claim to me. The story does not use the words “tragic,” “tragedy” or “disaster.” It does report the spouse of a drowned boater sued the event over the difficulty of the Coast Guard search. Overall, it is an even-handed account of what happened, with more emphasis on the mishaps than the spectacle.
(I don’t know why the story left unclear whether a record was broken. Plenty of resources existed to prove that it was.)
Likewise, the 30th anniversary Plan Dealer story in 2011 was straightforward, exploring the good and bad parts of the day.
Sometime after that, though, the narrative took a giant negative leap. The spark might have been the Atlantic’s take on a documentary in 2018, (It’s on YouTube.) the one about the “Doomed Cleveland Balloonfest:”
The Film’s mounting sense of dread prepares us for what happens next. The balloons are promptly brought down by an approaching storm. They wreak havoc on the city, litter Lake Erie, and, tragically, impede a Coast Guard search-and-rescue mission for two missing fishermen. Balloonfest serves as a sobering reminder of the shortsightedness of humankind.
After the Atlantic piece, the floodgate opened on increasingly histrionic headlines on the web. Here's a sampling of what showed up over the next two years:
“The Disastrous Aftermath of Cleveland’s Release of 1.5 Million Balloons”
“Relive the hope and horror of Cleveland’s Balloonfest ‘86”
“How Cleveland’s 1986 Balloonfest resulted in two deaths”
The Balloon Fest ’86: When Cleveland’s Spectacle Became a Tragedy -- The unfortunate yet historical day when 1.5 million balloons killed two innocent men”
OK, so let’s talk about the two fishermen.
According to Plain Dealer stories from 1986, Bernard H. Sulzer, 39, and Raymond Broderick, 40, were neighbors who went fishing at 7 p.m. on the day before the balloon launch. At 8:30 that night, a monster storm roared through Cleveland, with tree-snapping winds of 40 to 60 miles per hour and downpours that flooded streets. At least 16 high school football games were canceled or cut short. The wind tore into the balloons that had been prepared for launch just before 2 p.m. the next day.
Sulzer and Broderick had planned to end their fishing trip at midnight, and their families reported them missing in the morning. The Coast Guard found their 16-foot aluminum boat anchored just west of the breakwall. Two life jackets and a pair of tennis shoes were floating nearby. Their fishing gear was in the boat, but the engine and gas tank were missing. Water in the craft led the Coast Guard to speculate that the storm-tossed lake capsized the boat, which later righted itself. The Coast Guard thought the two men might have tried to swim to the breakwall.
The Coast Guard used a helicopter, divers and boats to conduct a search but had to suspend operations when the Saturday storm blew through -- after the balloon launch. When the Coast Guard search resumed, the balloons were everywhere, and searchers said trying to discern a floating person or life vest among the multi-colored balloons was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Broderick’s body was found in the lake more than a week later, a quarter mile east of the Edgewater Marina. Sulzer’s body washed ashore at Edgewater Park on Oct. 12.
Consider this: By the time Cleveland’s balloons were released, the two fishermen were missing for at least 14 hours. If they dropped into the water with the storm at 8:30, it would have been more than 17 hours. Might they still have been alive when the balloons went up? The average water temperature in Lake Erie on Sept. 27 is 68 degrees. This is what the U.S. Coast Guard Auxiliary says about that temperature: “If you lose control of your craft and find yourself immersed in the middle of a lake (hopefully wearing a life jacket), you won’t survive 12 hours in water at 60 to 70 degrees.”
On top of that, the two would have been fighting against Lake Erie’s notoriously strong currents during powerful storms.
To say that Balloonfest killed the fishermen is ridiculous. To paint Balloonfest as a horror or disaster is, too. Yes there were highway collisions, but none appear serious. Yes, the airport closed for 30 minutes, but we’re talking about Burke Lakefront, not Cleveland Hopkins. How big of a deal is Burke Lakefront closing for 30 minutes? We’ve regularly closed it for entire weekends for air shows or car races.
So, was Balloonfest a good news story or a bad one? To answer that, I’ve been trying to pinpoint when the general view of Balloonfest went from success to failure.
I started with the reporter who covered it for The Plain Dealer. She is one of the finest journalists I know. She had a storied career. But if I name her here, search engines will forever tie her to Balloonfest. I can’t make something as goofy as Balloonfest her legacy.
She barely remembers Balloonfest. By luck of the draw, she had weekend duty when Balloonfest happened, so she was there to cover it. She remembered the few mishaps she reported, but did not remember people thinking of it as a failure.
The Plain Dealer photographer who shot it, Dave Andersen, is still in our newsroom – the longest serving journalist on our team. He’s retiring in August and told me he has been thinking over the many highlights of his career. Until I asked him, though, he had not thought about Balloonfest. Like his reporting colleague, he barely remembers it. (I’m naming Dave because we are republishing his photos with this column.)