ROANOKE TIMES

                         Roanoke Times
                 Copyright (c) 1995, Landmark Communications, Inc.

DATE: FRIDAY, December 3, 1993                   TAG: 9312030016
SECTION: VIRGINIA                    PAGE: B-1   EDITION: METRO 
SOURCE: ed shamy
DATELINE:                                 LENGTH: Medium


BE CASUAL, JUST CALL HIM CHARLIE

Before we get to the flotsam, let's hit the jetsam, and before we do either, let's right some wrongs:

Just when you thought you were intimate with embarrassment and on a first-name basis with humiliation, along comes another relative to crawl up inside your conscience and rob you of sleep.

I misspelled Charlie Nakhle's name recently, writing about the stretch limousine he bought for use at Charbel's Sports Grill, which he owns. The spelling of Charlie's family surname was mangled by the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service years ago.

So was mine, but that's no alibi. Sorry, Charlie.

To all of you who've scolded me for my claim that "Orange Blossom Special" has no lyrics, I say this: pthththtttt. Just because Johnny Cash retrofitted the classic bluegrass fiddle instrumental with words doesn't mean it has lyrics. If Michael Bolton rasped some lyrics to Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" would you consider it a song with words?

It is going to be one bodacious holiday party for Roanoke workers.

The city is looking for a trucking company that can transport pickling liquor. This is the truth. I will not rest until I find out what this pickling liquor is, where it's going and for whom, and will report my findings back to you. Maybe we can wrangle an invite.

When George Allen is sworn in as Virginia's governor Jan. 15, he may be ordered to put his hand on the Bible while taking the oath, but he can't be told to kiss it. Anybody who orders Allen or any oath taker to kiss the Bible is subject to a $100 fine.

That's a state law. Don't ask me why, I just stumbled upon it while looking up something utterly unrelated.

Michael Wayne Clary was brought from prison on Thursday so he could go to court so that a judge could send him - guess - back to prison with some new time added on for good measure.

Clary's the guy who loves to call his victims on the telephone, identify himself as a cop, and tell horror-stricken parents and spouses that their daughters and wives have been caught having sex in very public or exotic circumstances.

He does it from jail, too - from Roanoke County, from Bland County and Campbell County and from the Buckingham Correctional Facility, where he's lived for a while.

Jailers have been reluctant to completely revoke Clary's phone privileges, for fear of violating his rights and prompting a lawsuit.

Clary pleaded guilty Wednesday to five charges of impersonating a police officer and one charge of making a threatening phone call. All of the calls were made from jail. Two other charges were dropped.

Roanoke County General District Judge George Harris sentenced Clary to three years in prison and required him to seek counseling.

The Buckingham prison has successfully confined Clary's telephone lust in recent months by requiring him to call only phone numbers he's filed with jailers in advance.



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