So, it’s our day off and we collectively decided to stay in Cleveland instead of going to Buffalo for the day off (sorry Buffalo!). And I know what you are thinking; why Cleveland? Well, for such a humid, dreary and dull looking place, the Cleveland people are very much alive, very much together and just some of the best folks you’d ever want to meet.

I mean, I’m typing this while eating at a BOB EVENS off the 90 Hwy. Now, BOB EVANS is a typical Americana restaurant with the usual crap. And I ordered a pretty plain meal: salad and veg. soup, but every table is hopping with excitement. Football season is about to start. Cousin Ed caught a BIG ONE in the lake again. AGAIN! What time did you leave church yesterday? See you in Church next sunday. Are the coffee refills free? God bless the Cleveland folk and all the conversations that swirl around my head.

Some of us are going to The ROCK AND ROLL HALL OF FAME and some of us may go hang out with Kristian and Tom at their pad by the lake. Tough choice. I’m not really sure what I want to do. The conversation is so juicy here, I just don’t know what to do with myself. Well, I should go now, Aunt Lucy is talking about an article in the paper on Aliens and she’s wondering how come the government doesn’t investigate this. She suggests it’s a conspiracy but her husband (don’t know his name) says it’s deeper than that. What I want to know is, how come the Aliens always land in places like Cleveland and not places like Los Angeles, New York or Chicago? Maybe it is a conspiracy?

Mike Randle