Oh dear. What's a Cleveland journalism legend to blog about?
Well, I just got back from the big Cleveland Dead Blogger's Society welcome soiree for Barnaby, who joined us in the great beyond over the weekend. Barnaby was thrilled to learn that in the afterlife, you can throw back as many Old Fashioneds as you want, no one is gonna call you an alky.
Ghoulardi and I were kibbutzing over the punch bowl about my big scoop (it's a biggee!!!) and how wonderfully reminiscent it was of the good ol' days when Sam Miller used to pork his mistress, now his wife, in my apartment. You didn't know that? Oh, c'mon, honey, get with the program...you think Cleveland's corporate titans are busying themselves with do-goodery? They like a good romp in the hay as much as the rest of us.
So anyway, I say to Ghoulardi as he's sipping his punch, "Ghoulardi, I have this big scoop!" I tell him the scoop. And Ghoulardi does a spit take across the room, hits Nev Chandler in the face. Barnaby starts laughing his ass off. Hal Lebovitz orders a round of shots, and the party is on!!
Anyway, gotta run and tie up some loose ends on my big scoop, or else you'll never get to hear about it! Bye bye!