First, forward this to any old grads from St. Edward High School. By old, I mean the 1950s and '60s.

Just left the funeral Mass for Jim Connors, age 93, St. Edward's first varsity basketball coach. He coached the Eagles the first time from 1952 through 1956. He came back briefly from 1964 until December, 1965.

I haven’t seen this kind of a commotion since the Indians Dime Beer Night riot in June, 1974.
Or, maybe we have to go back to 1969 when the Cuyahoga River caught fire.
From coast to coast, every media person with a newspaper, magazine, blog, web site, radio or television program has an opinion about LeBron James’ destination. Everybody claims to have an inside source. He’s going to Chicago, New York, New Jersey, Miami or elsewhere.

Cavs guard Mo Williams tweeted to his twitter fans a plea not to be traded. On bended knee, he said, he was begging to remain in Cleveland. All this trade talk, he said, is nerve-wracking.

Stop complaining about the vuvuzela horns at the World Cup soccer games. From a personal perspective, they stopped driving me crazy about the third or fourth day. Now I appreciate the interminable buzzing. It’s a comfort. It’s reassuring because I know I’ve got the right channel on. From the other room my wife says, “Oh, you’re watching the soccer games.”
“How did you know?” I say.
“Get serious,” she says.

Maybe I've been watching too much of Pau Gasol, but I've got to wonder, do the white guys try to look ugly? The scraggly beard, the dirty, unkempt hair make Gasol the poster boy for NBA ugly. The black guys are never that ugly.

That's the name, the title of my over-priced book which will be out in time for the lucrative Christmas sales. Hard bound. Gloriously colorful dust jacket. Plenty of pictures of me drinking Lite Beer, drinking Lite Beer with co-workers, drinking Lite Beer with friends and pictures of Lite Beer.

Have you noticed that Dave Letterman always wears white socks? Nobody wears white socks with a suit except a high school kid going to his first sophomore cotillion. Is there something wrong with Dave's feet, that they should not be exposed to the dye in black socks?

Not a big deal, but he otherwise looks so stylish in his suit. And since he got the gap between his two front teeth plugged, I thought he would be more conscious of his appearance.

Billy Maynard, who quarterbacked John Marshall to a Charity Game victory over Benedictine on Thanksgiving Day, 1960, has died. Visitation is 2-4 and 6-8 Tuesday, June 8, at Jenkins Funeral Chapel on Dover Center Rd. in Westlake. Services 1 p.m. Wednesday at Rockport United Methodist, 3301 Wooster Rd., Rocky River.

Belmont Park can dump that new song, "New York State of Mind," and the 16-year-old girl named Jasmine Something who sang it (although Jay Z is associated with the song).

For decades two songs were associated with the Belmont Stakes. Old-timers such as me remember "The Sidewalks of New York." Then it was replaced by Frank Sinatra's classic, "New York, New York," which was to the Belmont Stakes what "My Old Kentucky Home" is to the Kentucky Derby.

This year some genius decided to dump Frank. "New York State of Mind" has a lousy tune and we couldn't even understand the words.

We've all heard horror stories about people trying to reach the Cleveland Water Department on the phone, but until my recent experience I could not imagine the extent of the problem. There's a crisis over there, a crisis beyond anything you might conceive.

I needed the name of the water plant at the top of Fairhill for a story I was writing. (Fairhill is called Stokes Boulevard now. It's the one-way uphill road leading from University Circle to Shaker Heights. But let's not get caught up with street names. In that part of town it's a futile exercise.)

I only needed the name of the facility. That's where old Cathedral Latin School practiced football a generation ago. It's where the Inter-Italian soccer team played. The phone book does not list individual water department facilities, such as the various intake plants. I'm sure they have phones, but you won't find them in the phone book.