Five minutes to 1 a.m. on New Year's Day, and my quick stroll down Euclid Avenue in Cleveland to Playhouse Square revealed that Cleveland has already gone to bed, apart from the die hard couple sipping pink cocktails in the window of a restaurant.
Cleveland, did you even bother to wake up after Christmas?
Cleveland, come Monday morning... don't be writing '2010' on your forms!
Cleveland, the ball dropped in New York City!
Cleveland, bombs went off in Egypt and Iraq!
Cleveland... was it some city father's cruel joke, to call your tallest graceful building, "Terminal Tower"?
If I had a big bottle of Champagne, the three cops on Euclid Avenue would hear me singing, with the ghost of Allan Ginsberg:
"O skinny legions run outside
O starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here
O victory forget your underwear WE'RE FREE!"
(Posted also on Facebook).
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