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It is a story that has all the ingredients of another John Grisham novel [set] in this Mississippi River town, sports scribe Mark Schlabach noted in a recent article on the continuing saga of Albert Means. Schlabach supported his claim by creating a brief outline of Means’ story to date: A 20-year-old victim raised in poverty. An unscrupulous multimillionaire. A whistle-blower turned defendant. A famed Watergate prosecutor and the FBI. And you have to admit, on the front end Means’ story sounds exactly like a Grisham novel. Conspiracy buffs, however, who have long suspected that Means is the product of genetic experiments using fragments of brontosaurus DNA preserved in amber, know that this is all more of a Michael Crichton sort of thing.

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thursday, 27

Here’s a look at some of what’s going on around town this week. Tonight, there are a couple of songwriters showcases. One is the Original Songwriters Night at Cafe Francisco; the other is the Keith Sykes Songwriters Night at Black Diamond, featuring Fred Knobloch, Tony Arata, & J.R. Johnson. The Dempseys are at Elvis Presley’s Memphis. And tonight’s big concert is the final Live at the Garden show at Memphis Botanic Garden:

“Directions in Music: Miles Davis & John Coltrane, the 75th Birthday Celebration” featuring Herbie Hancock, Michael Brecker, and Roy Hargrove.

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St. George’s Day School Adds Grades, New Campus

By Mary Cashiola

A brochure for the new St. George’s Day School includes a statement about diversification. As if to echo the Germantown private school’s intentions, it is written in three languages — English, Spanish, and Yoruba, a Nigerian tribal tongue.

Opened in its present-day location on Poplar in 1959, St. George’s has been teaching kindergarten through sixth grade for the last 42 years. But this year starts a wave of expansion that includes both middle and high school grades, as well as a new urban campus on Kimball Road in Memphis.

“It happened over a period of many years,” Rick Ferguson, the head of schools at St. George’s, says of the expansion. “So many students and their parents said, ‘Why can’t you just add seventh or eighth grade?'”

Ferguson, who has been at the school for 17 years, says that the question has been raised every single year as students graduated St. George’s program and went on to other public or private schools.

It wasn’t until 1996 that the school began to seriously contemplate extending the school.

Last month, the private school opened its Memphis location with the first class of 19 pre-kindergarten students. Each year the school will add another grade until the classes extend from pre-kindergarten through fifth grade. By that time, the new middle school and high school building, which opens next fall, will be ready to incorporate students from both the Memphis and the Germantown campuses.

“We’ve felt for years that we needed to be a more diverse community, particularly in terms of African Americans,” says Ferguson. “We’ve worked at it for a number of years, but it’s difficult, being out here in Germantown.”

The Germantown day school draws students from all over the city, says Leah Jerkins, director of public relations, but most of the students live east of Midtown. They’re hoping St. George’s, Memphis, will provide for these families.

“We’re serving children in an urban environment,” says Angela Webster, associate head of St. George’s Day School, Memphis, “that are in other situations that would prohibit them from being [at St. George’s, Germantown].”

Tuition to the elementary school runs about $8,000 a year. About 75 to 80 percent of the Memphis students are on scholarship because of a generous gift.

“The middle and high schools came out of planning first,” says Ferguson, “but then we were approached by some anonymous donors who asked us if we would consider a school in Memphis.” As part of a $35 million-plus capital campaign for the expansion, the donors gave the Memphis school $6 million in seed money.

“Their interest was the Memphis school,” says Ferguson.

As with any new project, there have been a couple of snags. Students in the middle grades, taking classes at the Germantown location until the high school opens next year, get out about 45 minutes later than the younger students … but only on Wednesdays.

And while the school’s mascot has been a dragon ever since it opened, school officials knew that the high school’s mascot would have to be something different; Collierville High School, part of the Shelby County school system, has the same mascot.

Now St. George’s students will be Dragons up until fifth grade but will then become Gryphons.

“We plan for them to go to St. George’s High School or another private school after this and to clearly go on to college,” Webster says of the students. “That’s the foundation that’s being laid.”

Next year, the school will add eighth, ninth, and tenth grades; the high school will eventually have a student body of roughly 400.

“Public education is the mainstay,” says Ferguson, “but we want to do everything we can to partner with public education. We want to offer a broader educational experience in the Memphis community.”

Sentenced Durand kidnappers get jail time.

By John Branston

Sixteen months after he was kidnapped at gunpoint and thrown into the trunk of his car, attorney Kemper Durand watched with some regret this week as two juveniles involved in the case were given prison sentences.

Durand was walking to his car around 2 a.m. on May 25, 2000, after attending a party on Beale Street when a lone gunman walked up behind him, took his wallet, and forced him into the trunk. The abductor, Cleotha Abston, drove around and picked up friends then, after about two hours, escorted Durand into a Mapco station to withdraw money from an ATM. A uniformed Memphis Housing Authority officer entered, Durand yelled that he had been kidnapped, and the kidnappers ran away.

On Monday, Abston pled guilty just before he was scheduled to go to trial and was sentenced to 20 years in prison without parole. He had earlier turned down an offer of 15 years on the same charge but, according to Durand, told the court “he did not want to sign his name giving himself the time.” Abston has a long juvenile record of theft and aggravated assault.

It was the sentencing of the second defendant that gave Durand pause. Marquette Cobbins was 17 years old at the time of the incident. He was one of the friends picked up by Abston after he kidnapped Durand. His prior court record consisted of a truancy violation and a disorderly conduct charge.

“He was literally sitting on the porch when Abston came by,” says Durand. “Any kid who could grow up where he did and have only two miniscule run-ins I figure is probably pretty decent material.”

Durand wrote a letter to District Attorney Bill Gibbons urging probation for Cobbins if he would submit to conditions including supervision by a private probation service, high school graduation, repaying Durand $195 for the money in his wallet and towing charges for his car, and undergoing a mentoring program.

The proposal was turned down and Cobbins pled guilty to aiding a kidnapping. He was sentenced to seven-and-a-half years and will be eligible for parole in 18 months.

Durand says he feels bad about that and is also dismayed at the pace of justice.

“Cleotha Abston spent almost 16 months in jail before today,” Durand says. “Perhaps this is one reason why the jail is overcrowded.”

Lost In The System

East High School students still wait for books, schedules.

By Mary Cashiola

Vakeena Robinson, a junior at East High School, wants to study political science at Clark University one day. Right now, though, she’s getting an education with the Memphis City Schools. It’s just not the one she needs.

For the first two weeks of school, she sat in the high school’s auditorium because she did not have a full schedule. Then she was given a schedule, but it wasn’t the right one.

“They just stuck me somewhere,” she told the school board Monday night. “I got the right schedule just last week.”

The first day of school was August 20th; the first six weeks ends October 2nd, which means that the grading period will be over in a week. James Robinson, Vakeena’s father, wonders what the students could possibly be tested on. Vakeena still doesn’t have a locker or any books.

But she’s not the only one.

“A lot of kids are not in the computer,” she says after the meeting. “It doesn’t show that they’re registered at East.”

The problem seemingly stems from WinSchool, the system’s new student information system. Put into effect partly because of state-mandated requirements for data, the system cost the district almost $13 million.

While her schedule was still in limbo, Vakeena says she spent more than three hours a day sitting in the auditorium with other students. She estimates that for a while perhaps 500 students were there during third period.

“There could have been more coming in for fourth period or less. It depended on the day.”

Vakeena took the ACT in 9th grade and got a 21. Now she’s studying to take it again but is having to do it on her own.

“This is affecting us,” she says.

East was one of the 64 Memphis schools on the state’s low-performance list.

Giving Their 10 Percent

Local waiters pitch in to help NYC relief effort.

By Mary Cashiola

The PHRASE “United We Stand” has taken on additional significance lately, comforting a country that has to make sense of the nonsensical. But to find out what the phrase really means, you don’t have to look much farther than a local group.

Calling itself SOS-29 (Servers On Saturday, September 29th), a group of servers at downtown restaurants is asking that Memphis restaurants’ waitstaff and bartenders donate 10 percent of their tips earned on that date. The money will then be donated to the New York Firefighters 9-11 relief fund.

“It was sort of an impromptu inspiration,” says Justin Palmer, one of the founders of the program. Palmer and a few others were just sitting around talking. “We said, ‘What can we do as servers? Is 10 percent of tips too much to ask?'”

The program, which is not affiliated with any one restaurant, has already enlisted servers at Huey’s, Automatic Slim’s, McEwen’s, and the Lounge to participate.

Although members of the group have been canvassing the city, Palmer knows that they haven’t been to every restaurant in the area and hopes that won’t stop other employees from participating.

“Restaurants are usually so competitive with each other … but if we all stick in $5 we can make a difference,” says Palmer. “The bottom line was: Let’s get the servers together and all unite.”

Cynthia Shambaugh, a server at McEwen’s, is also one of the founders of the grassroots project.

“We’re novices at this, so we’re learning as we go along,” she says. “It’s a very casual project. We just wanted to help.”

Anyone interested in helping or participating can call Shambaugh at 726-4282. Restaurant management and owners are also invited to donate.

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No Kids In Class

Most Memphis school board members don’t eat their own cooking.

by John Branston

Despite their disagreement last week over who is responsible for 64 low-performing city schools, Memphians Avron Fogelman and Sara Lewis have more in common than meets the eye.

Fogelman, a member of the State Board of Education, and Lewis, a member of the Memphis City Schools Board of Education, are both strong-minded senior citizens of considerable accomplishment who enjoy the public stage and are used to getting their way.

Fogelman, a graduate of Central High School, is a successful real estate magnate, a philanthropist, a former owner of the Memphis Chicks and Kansas City Royals baseball teams, and a current or former member of several public boards. Lewis, a graduate of Manassas High School, was director of the Free the Children anti-poverty program and the Shelby County branch of Head Start for several years.

They have this in common, too: Neither one has children in the public schools.

They’re hardly alone. At the state and local school board level, a majority of members don’t eat their own cooking.

On the Memphis school board, four members (Wanda Halbert, Patrice Robinson, Lora Jobe, and Barbara Prescott) have children in Memphis City Schools. Five members (Lewis, Carl Johnson, Michael Hooks, Lee Brown, and Hubon Sandridge) do not, although some have in the past and Hooks is a fairly recent graduate.

On the nine-member State Board of Education, Cherrie Holden of Germantown has a child in public school but she is apparently the only member who does. Phyllis Childress, spokesman for board chairman Hubert McCullough of Murfreesboro, says having children in school is “not a consideration” for membership. Not all members could be contacted by press time, but Childress and Holden say they believe Holden is the only member with a child in public school.

Only the seven-member Shelby County Board of Education, which had no schools on the low-performing list, has a majority of members (four) with kids in public school.

This is not a mere mathematical oddity. School board members without a parental connection to public education sometimes reveal a surprising ignorance of what actually goes on in classrooms 180 days a year.

Last week Fogelman fired a broadside at the Memphis City Schools and the board that was off-base on several counts. According to Commercial Appeal Nashville reporter Rick Locker, Fogelman said the following at a board meeting after release of the list:

“Basically, the problem as I understand it is the district is so big and the schools are so big and the school board is made up of politicians who are there for their own political gain. The superintendent is caught in the middle and can be fired in a minute. The school board members’ interests are more directed toward their own benefit or gain or agenda than to the district.”

Excluding interim appointees, Memphis has had three superintendents in the last 23 years, hardly a sign of a system where the superintendent “can be fired in a minute.” During that time, there have been four Tennessee governors and seven head football coaches at the University of Memphis. The longest serving superintendent, Willie Herenton, has enjoyed some success in public life since leaving the job.

With 117,000 students, MCS is most assuredly “big” but bigness is not necessarily a problem or a plus. The failing-schools list includes high schools with close to 2,000 students and elementary and middle schools with fewer than 500 students and lots of empty classrooms. White Station High School, which annually leads the state in the number of National Merit Scholars, is one of the biggest, with nearly 2,000 students.

As for board members serving “for their own political gain,” Lora Jobe and Wanda Halbert, to name only two, were active in parent organizations for years before being elected. The only recent board member who moved on to another elected office is Memphis City Council member Tajuan Stout Mitchell; some other capable colleagues, notably Archie Willis III, dropped out of public life after finishing their terms. And it is at least arguable that Memphis school board members, who are elected, are more accountable to ordinary citizens than state board members, who are appointed by Governor Don Sundquist.

A better question for Fogelman and other board members to ponder is this: Why are they more qualified than hundreds of thousands of parents of current public school students? The empathy of board members with children in school is not necessarily greater than that of their colleagues, but parents are both the first to know and the first to suffer when there is a problem school. When East High School parents and students complained to the school board Monday night about chaotic conditions, Patrice Robinson nodded sadly. She has a child at East.

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Down To the Essence

Released earlier in the year, Lucinda Williams’ Essence had a lot of expectation to live up to, coming as it did on the heels of her 1998 breakthrough Car Wheels On a Gravel Road, a record that went gold, was the consensus album of the year, and was plainly great. It took half as long for Williams, a notoriously deliberate perfectionist, to craft Essence as it did to craft Car Wheels On a Gravel Road and, frankly, the new album is about half as good. But half of a masterpiece is still well worth anyone’s time. Maybe that’s the algebra of Lucinda Williams: six years for greatness, three for a merely good record.

The new album is well — and purposefully — named. Where many of the best songs on Williams’ three previous albums — Car Wheels, 1992’s Sweet Old Word, and 1988’s Lucinda Williams — were compassionate portraits of other people or emotionally gritty road songs, the bulk of the songs on Essence seem stuck in time and space, honing in on the abstract marrow of longing and alienation that feeds classic Williams songs such as “Side of the Road,” “I Lost It,” and “I Just Wanted To See You So Bad.”

The album’s tempo is slower — much slower — than her previous work, and the lyrics are much more spare. Essence was recorded with Bob Dylan bandmates bassist Tony Garnier and guitarist Charlie Sexton (Sexton also produced), but the end result is more Time Out of Mind than “Love and Theft, more mood music than song music. It’s a comparison that Williams made herself in an interview with Newsweek earlier this year: “To me, it’s sorta like the transition Bob Dylan made from his early, really heavy narrative stuff to what he did on Time Out of Mind. The Nashville paper said, ‘What’s this? He’s not saying anything.’ But I think it’s a beautiful album in its simplicity.”

Essence‘s lyrical simplicity and emotional self-examination are signaled by the opening cut, “Lonely Girls.” Lucinda Williams‘ opener, “I Just Wanted To See You So Bad,” swept by in just 21 lines, nine of those the title refrain. But “Lonely Girls” makes due with just 21 words, with Williams meditating — in her breathy, marble-mouthed, and wondrous vocals — on the concrete images that she’s so known for and that are otherwise missing from the album. Williams cites “heavy blankets,” “pretty hairdos,” and “sparkly rhinestones” as the accoutrements of lonely girls before concluding with the song’s inevitable punchline, “I oughta know about lonely girls.”

Some of the new songs — especially “Steal Your Love” and “I Envy the Wind” — embrace the Creative Writing 101 metaphors that this celebrated poet’s daughter occasionally flirts with. But the palpable yearning in Williams’ voice and the aptness of the music redeem the lyrical constructs, confirming the notion that Williams can make music out of clichÇ like nobody since Bruce Springsteen. But sometimes the music isn’t so apt: Williams’ former guitarist, the gritty Guf Morlix, is missed especially on “Are You Down,” which new guy Bo Ramsey frames with slick licks far too tasteful for Williams’ unkempt art.

There are some songs here — the literal memory song “Bus to Baton Rouge,” the backwoodsy “Get Right With God,” and, most of all, the anthemic hymn to connection “Out of Touch” — that exhibit the lyrical fullness and wider worldview of Car Wheels On a Gravel Road. But mostly, this album is summed up by its title track, a lonely, lusty howl that makes pop’s frequent “love is a drug” metaphor seem more real than even Bryan Ferry could have imagined. Williams’ music has always been emotionally extreme, skating on an edge that lesser artists usually fall right over. “Baby, sweet baby, can’t get enough/Please come find me and help me get fucked up,” she sings with an almost unbearable intimacy.

Essence may have lost Williams some of the new fans she gained with Car Wheels On a Gravel Road, but while it certainly isn’t as good, it does nothing to diminish Williams’ status as a truly major artist. n

You can e-mail Chris Herrington at herrington@memphisflyer.com.

Lucinda Williams

with Ron Sexsmith

The New Daisy Theatre

Saturday, September 29th

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by CHRIS HERRINGTON

Pezz — now more than ever. Given the present turmoil, it’s comforting to see the city’s most politically active band back in business. Stalwarts of the city’s punk scene for more than a decade now, the activist Pezz has a new record out, With Everything We’ve Got. The band started a two-week tour through the Midwest and Northeast last week which will wind up in early October. Then it’s off to Europe for a five-week, 11-country leg. The band will return to Memphis for a local show in late November before going on indefinite hiatus. The current tour is part of a Voices for Peace campaign, and the band characterizes the tour as being: “In solidarity with all those working for the type of justice in the world that springs from love and not revenge, and with those striving for a lasting and equitable peace, our shows will be a meeting spot for those who want to halt our nation’s reckless ‘crusade’ towards war. This tour is dedicated to those who lost their lives in NYC, DC, and Pennsylvania in the despicable acts of violence of September 11th, and to their families and friends suffering their loss. Further still, it is dedicated to all those who suffer because of violence in all its forms.” Look for more on Pezz’s new record in these pages next week.

The Taste of Midtown festival returns this Saturday, September 29th, for its second year. The free event runs from noon to 9 p.m. in Overton Square and, in addition to the food vendors, the festival has a nice lineup of local music scheduled on two stages. The lineup for the main stage: The Charlie Wood Trio, 1:30 p.m.; The Carol Plunk Band, 2:30; The Nancy Apple Band, 3:30; Caliente, 4:30; Robert Johnson, 5:30; Joyce Cobb, 6:30; and Keith Sykes and the Revolving Band, 8. The lineup on the Gibson Guitar Stage: Sid Selvidge, noon; Ross Rice and Friends, 1 p.m.; The Gabe and Amy Show, 2; FreeWorld, 3; X Radio, 4; Papa Top’s West Coast Turnaround, 5; Zach Myers Band, 6; and Crash Into June, 7.

Calvary Episcopal Church has announced the musical lineup for its Calvary and the Arts series. The program will feature free 30-minute concerts on Wednesdays this fall. Concerts are at noon and will be followed by lunch, which costs $5 per person. Among the highlights are O’Landa Draper’s Associates on October 17th, Memphis-bred jazz saxophonist Kirk Whalum on October 24th, internationally celebrated soprano Kallen Esperian on November 14th, and The Memphis Boychoir and Chamber Choir on December 5th. For more information, call 525-6602.

For local musicians who want to play Austin’s prestigious South By Southwest Music Festival next year, now is the time to get started. The festival isn’t until next March, but the early-application deadline is October 7th (fee: $10). The late-application deadline is November 9th (fee: $20). Applications must include a CD or cassette of original material (at least three songs), a photo, a biography, a press kit, and the processing fee. Applications can be acquired via the Internet at www.sxsw.com, by e-mail at sxsw@sxsw.com, or by calling (512) 467-7979. Applications should be mailed to SXSW Music Festival, P.O. Box 4999, Austin, TX 78765.

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Though virtually every elected local and state official expressed
appropriate sentiments during the week which followed the September 11th
tragedy, at least two — U.S. Senator Fred Thompson and U.S. Rep. Harold Ford
Jr. — took actions which indicated personal shifts of some consequence.
Thompson did so in a way suggesting that the current national crisis may bring
him closer to running for reelection next year and Ford stepped forward as an
exponent of bipartisan support for emergency legislation.

Expressing a need “to be in Tennessee among Tennesseans,” Thompson
appeared at a Nashville church service on Sunday and later Sunday night at
Bellevue Baptist Church, where he received tumultuous applause from an
overflowing congregation.

The senator spoke to one consequence of Tuesday’s terrorist attacks:
“This is a wakeup call for us that perhaps in some respects we’ve been
needing.” He cautioned against expectations of immediate results in the newly
declared war against terrorism. “We’re not going to be able to bomb our way to
victory at 20,000 feet in two or three days,” Thompson was quoted as saying on
WREG-TV. “But it’s something we’ve got to do and something we will do. We’re
going to get back to the running of America and we’re going to make the folks
who did this wish they hadn’t done it.”

Ford, meanwhile,indicated on Monday that gridlock is no longer a factor
in the congressional handling of economic issues. In an interview with MSNBC,
the 9th District congressman, who represents an urban Memphis
constituency,expressed his willingness “as a moderate Democrat” to consider
the reduction in capital-gains taxes, an end sought by the Bush
administration, and proposed a solution of his own, the possible suspension of
payroll taxes.

Ford suggested that an increase in the current minimum wage might be a
part of this “broader stimulus package” and said he believed Congress would
enact emergency financial aid for the nation’s airlines which would provide
$12.5 billion in loan guarantees and grants totaling $2.5 billion.

In a subsequent news release the congressman cited both Northwest
Airlines, which maintains a hub in Memphis, and the FedEx Corporation, which
is headquartered here, as being in need of economic bolstering.

Northwest Airlines CEO Richard Anderson was quoted this week by the
Minneapolis Star Tribune as saying he intended to act “quickly and
appropriately to be certain that Northwest continues operating as a viable
airline.” (Suggesting that this would mean significant layoffs and other
downsizing, the paper estimated the airline’s losses to be equivalent to those
of Continental Airlines, which has suffered daily losses of $30 million since
last week’s terrorist attacks.)

* Though politicians continued to look forward to next year’s elections,
last week was for the most part a week of postponed reckonings and postponed
or cancelled campaign fund-raisers and other events. It was as hard for them
as for the rest of us to get back to business as usual.

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CREATIVE WRITING WORKSHOP. Joann Self presents “Writing the Personal Essay:
The Art of Self-Expression,” for high school juniors and seniors preparing
college essays. BuckmanPerforming Arts Center, St. Mary’s Episcopal School,
6:30 p.m.

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JORDAN FOLLIES

Remember when we all wanted to “be like Mike?” At least all of us sports fans? Has there been a higher standard of achievement among professional athletes than those of the great Michael Jordan?

Six NBA championships, 10 scoring titles, five MVPs. The guy had a statue of himself placed outside Chicago’s United Center after he retired the first time in 1993. He comes back to the delight of millions — and his last shot as a professional wins the 1998 NBA title. Hollywood scripts with such an ending would be tossed in a wastebasket for being over the top.

Ah, but dare we not overlook that dastardly element of human greatness, hubris. All of the above appears to be not quite enough for Mr. Jordan. Having dabbled in ownership with the woeful Washington Wizards, Jordan has now come out of retirement — again — to try and add a layer of achievements and memories to an already top-heavy legend. The fact that he will be joining one of the most god-awful teams in recent memory — his very own Wizards — is, to Jordan, a minor obstacle.

I’ve got some advice for MJ. Grab a sports almanac, turn to the biography section and look up the following: Joe Namath, Los Angeles Rams; Johnny Unitas, San Diego Chargers; Willie Mays, New York Mets. Legends all. And every one of them embarrassments in the twilight of their careers, spent in uniforms with which no sports fan with a heart wishes to associate them. That’s what’s on the horizon, MJ.

The only aspect of this return more sordid than the act itself was the manner in which Jordan contrived to drag, postpone, prolong, delay, and withhold the “big announcement.” Particularly in today’s news climate, where sports have taken a long overdue backseat to life on earth, Jordan’s continued insistence that a “big announcement” would come soon . . . was tasteless. It lent an overblown, rather disgusting degree of importance to the return of an over-the-hill superstar to a game that desperately needs to cut the umbilical cord.

You want to play again, Mike? OK, come on back. There are 28 teams that were waiting for an extra few sold-out dates — not to mention one last chance to light up the great Jordan for the home folks. But don’t fall under the impression this is a second coming of any sort.

Jordan claims to be returning “for the love of the game.” (Considering his stature, one would think Jordan might be able to provide a more creative reason than the same cliché third-string shooting guards give for hanging around a few years to play in Greece or Italy.)

What he fails to recognize — or perhaps simply ignores — is the fact that his return is the last thing the game he loves so much needs. Teams, including our Grizzlies, are shaping their marketing efforts around his return, instead of focusing on the eminently talented new blood in the NBA. Bryant, Iverson, Carter, Duncan, Webber, Garnett — they all take a backseat. Not to mention the time these organizations might spend promoting their own teams.

Who was the entertainer who so eloquently argued a key to success is to “leave them wanting more?” That’s the guy I want to see. Michael Jordan, whether he knows it or not, had pulled off this miracle of the spotlight in a fashion few in sport will ever approximate. What a shame his ego has proved that much larger than his legend.

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WHARTON SAID ‘READY TO GO’

Shelby County Public Defender A C Wharton will meet with supporters this week to discuss an imminent announcement of his candidacy for county mayor as a Democrat.

Wharton confirmed the fact of the meeting but did not disclose his intentions about the date and place of a formal announcement. A source close to the developing Wharton campaign said categorically, however, “He’s ready to go.”

Given the buzz stirred up around town this week about an announcement, it would almost seem that Wharton’s supporters are floating rumors designed to force their man’s hand.

Wharton, who is regarded by most observers as a serious contender, has been mulling over his decision for several weeks. He has been urged to run by a coalition including Reginald French, a sometime aide to Memphis Mayor Willie Herenton; Jackie Welch, a developer with ties to incumbent Shelby County Mayor Jim Rout; and Bobby Lanier, chief administrative aide to Rout.

The presence of Rout allies in Wharton’s support group is a clear indication that the Republican county executive is backing Wharton’s prospective move, or so allege various other Democrats — notably Bartlett banker Harold Byrd, who has already announced for the Democratic nomination for county mayor and begun campaigning.

The mayor himself has so far declined comment on any aspect of the race to succeed him.

Clearly, Wharton, an African American, has good potential among the county’s black voters, and he is well regarded among whites as well.

Byrd, however, has raised a good deal of money and, though white, has built a coalition that includes several influential African Americans — including former county commissioner Vasco Smith and his wife Maxine Smith, former head of the local NAACP chapter and an ex-member of the Memphis schoolboard.

The Smiths — who, ironically, are next-door neighbors of Wharton — are scheduled to host a fundraiser for Byrd on Friday, October 5th. The co-hosts for that affair include other prominent blacks, like Rev. Bill Adkins and Rev. Billy Samuel Kyles.

Other Democratic candidates are State Senator Jim Kyle, an experienced campaigner, and State Rep. Carol Chumney, who hopes to generate a large women’s vote on her behalf.

All of the above,however, will be forced to regard Wharton as their most serious competitor.

A number of Republicans are considering running, and the most viable possibilities are regarded as District Attorney General Bill Gibbons, city councilman Jack Sammons, and attorney and former councilman John Bobango. All of these are moderate, middle-of-the-road Republicans,and it is believed that only one of them — more or less by prior arrangwement with the others — will end up with his hat in the ring.

The presence of French in Wharton’s support group represents something of a split in the Herenton camp. Former Teamster leader Sidney Chism, the mayor’s cheif political arm, was an early Byrd supporter, and he has cautioned that Wharton, if nominated, stood a good chance of losing to one of the moderate Republicans mentioned above.

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Only a Game

By most accounts a football game was not in order. It was Friday night, September 14th, just three days after the televised horror show in New York and Washington. Clear skies, a breeze with just a hint of autumn, a beautiful sunset off where the city meets the river.

Most had spent this day of prayer and remembrance dressed in red-white-and-blue, on their knees in church, or lighting candles on their porches. By now we had all seen the airliners finding their targets again and again on TV. By now the TV stations were offering no commentary along with the images; instead, they had theme music, giving the carnage a balletic quality that it never deserved. By now, the sight of the immense World Trade Center buildings collapsing onto themselves or the smoldering wound in the Pentagon were all-too-familiar. The dust-covered faces of the firemen and cops who staggered from the rubble told us all we needed to know: that there would be no happy ending to this unprecedented atrocity.

Major League Baseball had cancelled its games through the weekend, as had the NFL and Division I college football. According to some reports, as many as 70 percent of the country’s high schools announced there would be no sports. About the only sporting event going that week was, ironically, the WWF Smackdown. Across the country, stadium lights were dark, stands were empty, and the grass on countless playing fields was undisturbed.

Out here on the perimeter, something akin to magic happened. The high schools in the area decided to go ahead and tee it up, play the games, and let go of the terrible images for just a little while. There seemed to be a kind of unspoken consensus that this was a good thing to be doing, gathering here at Red Devil Stadium behind Germantown High School to watch the latest installment of the ancient football rivalry between Germantown and Collierville. Here, we seemed to agree, was just the potion to lift the dark spell cast three days before.

So we lit candles. We sang the National Anthem, facing a flag hanging limply at half-mast from its pole just beyond the goalposts in the north end-zone. We paid appropriate respect to the thousands of dead and missing.

And then we cheered, as the referee whistled and the players got down to the business of playing a game.

As anyone with whom I attended high school will recall, I was just not cut out for football. More an emaciated nerd than anything else, I did manage to go to the home football games, if for no other reason than because that’s where the weekend party usually began. Back then, I never realized that memories were being formed and stored for a night just like this, when all of us needed desperately to believe in such simple, innocent, and ordinary miracles as the one being played out before us.

Maybe it was the bright stadium lights that made it all so hyper-real. Or maybe it was the colorful uniforms on the players, the coaches, the refs, the cheerleaders, the dance team, the band. Or maybe it was the wild enthusiasm of the students in the stands, their faces painted with American flags, their focus on finding a way through the complicated maze of teenage pressures. Whatever the reason, the two-hour spectacle had a cinematic quality to it, as if every thing and every moment were bathed in a pure white light that was capable, if only for a short time, of helping us understand that the world was still more good than evil.

We store up such moments as these for when we need them. Touchdowns and passes caught and shanked field goals and penalty flags. A throng of kids at the refreshment stand. A girl in line in front of me working up the courage to offer to buy a boy a soda. Marching bands, bass drums, brass and flutes and xylophones.

Sure, there were plenty of other games around Shelby County that Friday night. Other rivalries, other uniforms. This was not a suburban phenomenon. And yet, the scene in Germantown was an old one, by our standards, and that somehow made it special.

Two hours of alternative time passed — no TV, no suicide hijackers, no collapsing skyscrapers. Two hours to forget the world outside the stadium. Two hours to return to the past, or revel in the present, or be aware that the future looks mighty ominous indeed. It was a breather, out here in Burbland, that helped us all appreciate the normal rituals we so regularly take for granted.

And who won? Well, everybody, that’s who.

You can e-mail David Dawson at letters@memphisflyer.com.