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Carl and Rosalina
He knew what he wanted in a woman, and he found it in Rosalina. Rosalina was magical. But Carl was broken now and he knew it. Did he love her enough? Could he?
Paco, Roslina's fawn and white pit bull terrier, climbs down from the black leather couch, stretches into downward facing dog, then lumbers towards the kitchen, his nails clack, clack, clacking across the worn hardwood floor.
He sniffs at Rosalina, who’s standing at the kitchen counter in a short red floral print sundress, chopping peppers and onions, happily humming what few words she knows to the pop song softly playing from her cell phone nearby.
Rosalina smiles down at Paco. Whorls of her thick black hair tumble over her shoulders, and she motions him over towards his food dish near the back door.
The pit bull turns, clack, clack, clacks across the floor, looks back at Rosalina once more, then gets to work. The steel buckle of his leather collar rhythmically clangs against the silver metal bowl as he laps up water before digging into his chow, crunching and smacking his lips between mouthfuls with his thick, pink tongue.
“Jesus, Rosie! That goddamn dog’s gotta eat again?” Carl yells out. “All day! Clickety-clacking around the house, growling and barking at the windows. And the way he laps up that water! I can’t hear myself think!” he complains.
That fucking dog! Carl mumbles to himself.
He sits at his desk, hands frozen on the keyboard, staring into his computer screen.
“God, I hate that animal.”
And he truly does. Carl hates that dog like he’s never hated anything in his life.
It’s irrational, this hatred, and he knows it. But there it is, seething inside him, boiling his blood, riling his temper. He gets himself so worked up, that he fantasizes he’s torturing the dog sometimes, hanging him by his back legs out in the yard, beating and caning him the way he himself was beaten and caned by Taliban soldiers.
With both hands, Rosalina lifts the sizzling cast iron skillet, setting the skirt steak and onions aside, to the back burner. She rinses her hands in the sink, leaves the kitchen, and goes down the hall into Carl’s office, the spare bedroom.
“What’s the matter, Baby?” she says, wiping her hands on a clean white dishtowel. “He’s just a dog, Honey. Dogs gotta eat, right?” she leans against the doorway.
“Why does he bother you so much? Paco’s a good dog, just doing what dogs do.”
“But he’s so fucking loud about it,” Carl says, turning to face her.
“All that crunching, and the way he laps up his water. It’s like a never-ending trough over there. It’s all I can hear in my head, Rosie,” he says. His eyes are narrowed, glaring at her.
And to think she let that damn thing sleep in our bed while I was gone. With his goddamn head on my fucking pillow, to beat all.
“Maybe you come down to the VA.” Rosalina says. Her dark eyes searched him.
Carl’s head snaps back towards the computer.
“Misophonia. Sound sensitivity,” she says. “It’s common with PTSD, Baby. And I know you don’t want to hear it, but that’s what the programs are for. They can help.”
“I’m not going down there, Rosie,” Carl says, speaking into his computer screen. “I’m not sitting around with a bunch of guys sharing their feelings,” he tells her. “That’s a negative.”
“Carlito,” she says, pleading. “You don’t want to live like this, right? The nightmares. So angry all the time. The dog…”
Carl swings back around to her. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. All right?” he says. “I won’t say anything about the goddamn dog anymore.”
Rosalina gently bites her lip, then disappears back into the kitchen.
It was true. Carl had ears like an elephant now. He heard every little sound. Especially from the dog.
He’d even come to think that dog had something against him. The way Paco would just sit and stare at him sometimes. Carl was sure the dog knew he couldn’t stand him—hated him even, that he wanted the animal out of his house.
It’s my goddamn house, after all. And if I don’t want to share my house with a dog, I shouldn’t have to.
But Rosalina loved the dog, and she was a good woman. He was lucky to have her and he knew it. A lot of guys come home to nothing. Their wives up and leave them, end up sleeping around with other men.
Not Rosie. She was good as they come. A fine Latina girl. Carl chose her specifically because of her heritage.
Growing up, Carl worked in his stepfather’s construction company. He labored alongside the sons of the Mexican immigrants who had flooded into Detroit and worked in the automotive industry.
He saw how the Mexican girls treated their men, packing their lunches, coming to pick them up when they had too many beers after work. Always dressed well, smiling, always looking pretty for their men. Never bitching, complaining, or nagging them for drinking or getting drunk.
He'd told a buddy once, “White girls just don’t know how to take care of a man,” he said. “I’m going to get me a Latina when I get home, even if I have to go all the way to Mexico to do it.”
“That’s some racist shit, man,” his friend replied.
Carl shook it off.
He knew what he wanted in a woman, and he found it in Rosalina.
Rosalina was magical.
Feeling a little foolish now, Carl gets up from his desk and silently moves into the kitchen.
Coming up behind Rosalina, he wraps his arms around her narrow waist and pulls her into him, lifting her up, gently biting her neck, and grinding his swollen cock against her ass.
Rosalina braces herself at the stove, arches back, and pushes herself against him.
Reaching up with her left hand, Rosalina grabs a handful of Carl’s wavy brown hair, pulling his stubbled face deeper into the crook of her neck.
She likes his longer hair now. It’s new. Exciting. She even likes the extra weight Carl carries since coming home for good. She knew what he was capable of, and always felt safe with him at her side. But now he looks the part, too, and that makes her feel even more secure. Like there isn’t anything or anyone who could ever hurt her.
Paco’s clanging collar stopped when Carl entered the room, and he’s in the corner now, perfectly still.
The dog is always visibly unsettled with Carl around, mirroring the unsettled nature of the man himself.
After determining that Rosalina is safe, and she and Carl aren’t fighting, but playing some kind of a game, Paco chomps at the air once, twice, slides his long, thick pink tongue up and over his wet black snout, then turns his attention back to his chow bowl, lapping, clanging, crunching, and smacking his lips.
Carl releases Rosalina, kissing her softly on the cheek, he backs away. His dick’s gone soft.
That fucking dog.
“Baby, I’m gonna take a walk before dinner, okay?” he says. “Maybe if I just go outside when he eats it won’t bug me so much, ya know? I’ll be right back,” he tells her.
“Not too far,” Rosalina says, forcing a smile. “Carne is ready. Tortillas too,” she says. “Fresh guacamole tonight!” she adds with a giggle.
Carl glares down at the animal as he walks out the back door, burning a hole the back of Paco’s head with his eyes, willing his hatred into the dog.
Stepping off the back porch, he reaches up and overhead, stretching and twisting his sore, bullet-scarred body.
The neighborhood hadn’t changed very much since they bought the place twenty years ago.
He and Rosalina were newlyweds then. They chose this spot in Southwest Detroit so Rosalina could be close to her family while Carl was deployed. It was a safe, friendly, family-type of neighborhood. The type of neighborhood where kids play in the street until the streetlights come on.
But still, it was a good thing Rosalina had that dog just in case, as much as Carl hated to admit it. But he was home now. He could protect his own. He didn’t need any goddamn dog around.
Stepping back into the house, Carl stumbles over Paco, who can’t back away fast enough.
“Move, goddamn it!” Carl yells, waving his arms, shooing the dog back.
“Carlos! Stop it. Don’t yell at him,” Rosalina pleads.
“Well, he’s in my way!” Carl yells. “And why is he always staring me down?”
“He was just watching you out there,” Rosalina says. “I think it’s cute,” she says. Rosalina’s eyes light up with her beautiful smile.
“Watching me…” Carl says.
“You’re family, it’s what he does,” she says. “He’s a watchdog. Wants to be sure you’re okay,” Rosalina tells him.
“I don’t need no one watching me, Rosie. Least of all a goddamn dog,” Carl says.
“Sí, sí,” she says, waving him off. “Come eat.”
Carl watches Rosalina. His frustration fades into appreciation and arousal. He smiles watching her short, red floral print sundress swishing side to side over her curves as she darts around the kitchen, setting plates and arranging serving dishes on their small dining table.
After supper, the couple clear the table, wash and dry the dishes, then retire to their swing on the front porch.
They sip Don Julio Blanco and watch their busy, vibrant neighborhood slowly turn amber, then bronze, and then darken into quiet sunset.
The couple cherish these sunsets. They don’t get many, they know, so they’ve built their lives around spending as many together as they can.
Tomorrow, Rosalina will be up and out of the house before dawn. Her 12-hour shift at the VA starts at 6:00 am, and Carl won’t see much of her for the next three days.
Rosalina will come home, mentally and physically exhausted, collapse into bed, and sleep.
If she wakes at all, she might eat, wash up, but then go back to bed until early the next morning for her next shift. But tonight, they’re savoring every moment together.
As the couple slides into bed, Carl spoons Rosalina, nuzzling into her, pulling her back into him tightly.
He’s tired, and enjoying Rosalina as she describes all they’ll do together; the traveling, the places they’ll visit, the family she’ll see touring Mexico when she finally retires in a few years.
There’s something magical about her voice, listening to her like this. It’s the only time Carl can truly let go. His body relaxes. His mind goes blank. Free of the violent imagery, lightning thoughts, and random impulsive ticks he tries so hard to suppress. He listens, smiles, breathing her in.
Carl wakes in a panic.
Sweating, panting, pulling back soaking wet sheets, he swings both feet to the floor, head in his hands, talking himself down. You’re home. You’re safe. You’re home. You’re safe.
They aren’t nightmares so much as just …feelings. Sensations, jolts of energy, random images—blurred, obscured, flashing in and out of his awareness. That’s all he remembers anyway, and it might be better that way.
Rosalina reaches for him, her hand at the small of his back. “Nightmares, Baby?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Sorry about the sheets. Let me get something.”
Carl reaches under the bed for one of the comforters Rosalina keeps there for him, just for nights like this. He stands, spreads the fresh comforter over the sweat-soaked sheets where he was laying, and slides back into bed.
He lays there the rest of the night, on his side, his back to Rosalina, staring out the window, watching the moon trace a path across the late summer night sky.
In the morning, Carl strips the bed while Rosalina showers. He makes coffee and packs her lunch while she gets herself dressed and ready.
She’s even beautiful in scrubs. Her sable curls are half-up, pulled back from her angular face, accentuating her high cheekbones and beautiful smile —and she’s always smiling.
“I might come down to the VA this afternoon,” he says to her. “Just to see.”
“Oh, Carlito!” Rosalina leaps into his arms.
“Oh, baby! That makes me so happy. Maybe I can meet you!”
“Let’s see how it goes,” he says. “No promises, okay?”
“Si! Si! Si!” she squeals, kissing him over and over; his stubbled cheeks, his chin, his lips —both hands on his face, pulling him down to her, kissing him over and over in giddy excitement.
“Okay!” he laughs.
“Okay!” she says. “I have to go. I’ll see you later…. Maybe,” she says with another smile.
And off she goes, soft insulated lunch box slung over her shoulder, keys jangling, and coffee in her travel mug for the ride.
Carl busies himself, cleaning the kitchen, doing a load of laundry, folding clothes, putting fresh sheets on the bed, sweeping the floors, and straightening up his desk.
He’s avoiding the trip to the VA, and he knows it.
He looks at his watch.
He sighs, “You said it. You meant it. You’re committed now, soldier.”
Paco’s tags jangle as he looks up from his dog bed in the front room.
“Fuck you,” he says to the dog.
Paco grunts and lays back down.
Carl showers, pulls on Levi’s and his flannel.
He makes the 20-minute drive out to the John D. Dingell Department of Veterans Affairs Medical Center in downtown Detroit. Once there, he can’t bring himself to go inside.
He sits in his pickup watching service men and women coming and going —some walking, many in wheelchairs or wearing prostheses of one kind or another. Legs, arms, and lives given in service. Men and women, blown up, obliterated, crippled, and contorted from the grizzly business on the other side of the world.
What’s your issue, soldier? A couple bad dreams? Tighten up, troop.
Carl starts up his truck and heads in the general direction of home, but not by freeway.
He bypasses the ramp to I-94 and travels the service road for a while.
Lost in thoughts of nothing in particular, he realizes he’s idling at a stop sign deep within unfamiliar territory.
Old Victorian-style homes, long forgotten and abandoned, in various stages of decay. Wooden-sash windows boarded or missing. Once majestic and modern, now stripped of anything valuable, inside and out. Front entryways hanging uselessly beyond reach —steps gone, porches rotted through or missing altogether.
Carl slams the vehicle into park, shoulders open his door and marches towards the noise at the tailgate of his truck.
He counts two male civilians through the dingy windshield of the rusted Ford Taurus.
Hispanic. Young adult. Driver in a Chicago Bulls cap backward. Passenger, black hair slicked-back. Both in black and red checked flannels, top-buttoned over white t-shirts. Probably armed but slack-jawed.
Not a threat. Yet.
Carl steps behind his pickup, palms upturned, shrugging his shoulders. He signals the Taurus to go around.
The Taurus lurches forward, swinging out around Carl’s truck, and speeds off.
“Back to the ‘burbs, old man,” the passenger calls.
Carl shrugs and smiles.
Their home sits on a corner, and Carl always parks on the side street so Rosalina can park up front. But instead of walking through the gate, across his backyard, and in through the back door as he usually would, Carl circles around to the front, up the porch steps, and sits on the couple’s swing.
He finds himself hunched over, elbows on his knees, staring down at the palms of his open hands.
He sits back on the swing and checks his watch. 1348 hours.
You gotta find a purpose, old man.
He watches a couple of boys tossing a football back and forth in the street.
“Car!” one of them shouts.
They move to the curb, watch the vehicle pass, then step back into the middle of the street to continue.
Carl stands, reaches into his front pocket, pulls out his house keys, and enters through the front door—catching Paco by surprise. The dog leaps up, barking and lunging forward before recognizing Carl, and retreating, tail tucked between its legs.
Blind with rage, Carl plants his size 12 Timberland boot into Paco’s retreating ass and sends him toppling across the hardwood floor. The dog is slipping, sliding, and scrambling to his feet, but Carl is on him again.
Paco pisses where he stands.
Carl grabs the dog by the collar, drags him across the floor, through the kitchen, and out the back door, slinging him out into the yard where he lands in an awkward twist.
Carl feels a flash of dread, realizing he may have really hurt the animal. His brain frantically runs scenarios —excuses.
What’s he going to tell Rosalina?
The dog struggles to get his legs under him and finally manages to stand.
The two stare at each other, both wondering what Carl will do next.
“And you’re gonna stay out here for the rest of the night,” Carl snaps. “I won’t tolerate you pissing all over this house!” he says. If only for the sake of anyone who may have witnessed the scene.
Back inside, Carl mops up the floor, then fills a bucket of warm water and oil soap and gets to work, scrubbing on his hands and knees.
He moves furniture, rearranges the living room, and spends the afternoon buffing the old hardwood to a brilliant shine.
Turning right off McGraw onto Tarnow Street, Rosalina squints behind sunglasses.
Almost home. Drained, exhausted, and now sleepy, after driving into the late afternoon sun. She rides in silence, the sounds of her floor at the VA still echoing in her ears.
The beeping, the alarms, the hissing, wheezing cries, the calls from her patients, the dismissive doctors.
She’s learned what to hear, what’s critical. The rest, the humming static in her brain, only goes away when she can replace it with silence. Most days the ride home will do it. Other days it takes a while longer and sleep is the only answer.
Pulling to the curb, Sevendust’s Denial roars through the windows of her home. The front door is wide open.
A tired smile carries her across the yard and up the front steps.
Sevendust fades and Soundgarden explodes as she pulls open the storm door.
She takes in the new arrangement; sofa against the wall facing the windows, armchair in the corner, her old floors with a new shine.
Something’s missing.... but the music!
So loud, Carlito!
Stepping into the kitchen she finds Carl, shirtless, glistening, scouring the tile backsplash above the counter. His worn Levi’s hanging below his hipbones.
Her lips part. Her eyes dance over his ruggedness.
“That bubble-butt holdin‘em up! Look at you!” she yells.
“And look at this place! You’ve been busy!”
Carl swings around just in time.
She’s got this thing, a tell when she’s aroused. The tail-end of her left eyebrow springs up, and he caught her.
Carl raises an eyebrow in return, flicks his wire brush into a red Solo cup, and leans back on the counter.
Opening his arms, he motions for her.
“Come give Papi a kiss.”
Rosalina squeals, “Aye, Papi! You all sweaty,” she giggles.
Carl bounces off the counter and angles into position, cutting off her escape.
Palms out, she giggles, “No funny business! I mean it, Carlito! One kiss! That’s it!”
He corners Rosalina between the stove and back door, where Paco’s dish and water bowl used to sit.
Carl presses in.
Rosalina squeals. ”Okay, fine!” she laughs.
Carl passionate, and in pursuit.
Rosalina reluctant, but willing.
He field strips her; lunch box to the counter, sunglasses on top of it, keys to the hook on the door frame.
He presses into her harder. She presses back.
“Baby,” she says.
“Baby,” he breathes.
“Carlos,” she says, hands to his face. “Baby, I’m serious. I feel gross from work.”
“Me too,” he says.
Carl lifts her by the waist and strides across the hall into the bathroom where they strip each other down to their bare skin.
They shower, soap one another, make love, giggle, laugh, and decompress.
A release for each of them, after their long, stressful day.
Wrapped in her plush white robe, she finds him again, shirtless. His pajama bottoms hang off his sturdy frame, standing at the stove, refrying the pinto beans from last night’s meal.
“Where’s Paco?” she says, scanning the kitchen.
“His bowl. Carlos what did you…”
“Tranquilo, Mamacita!” he laughs.
“Tranquilo! Baby, relax. Paco’s outside,” he says, turning back to his cooking.
“It was so nice out today, I figured he could use the fresh air, you know? Besides, it was just easier for me to do the floors with him out of the way. They look good, right? The floors?”
He spins around, but Rosalina isn’t listening. She isn’t even there, she’s on the back porch, in her robe, with Paco, hand under his jowl, making kissy-face with him, stroking the top of his head.
That fucking dog.
Rosalina shimmies through the back door with Paco in tow, snorting, tail wagging, nails clack, clack, clacking on the floor, prancing in place for Rosalina’s attention.
Carl breaks for the door. “I’ll get his bowls.”
Paco scrambles, skittering across the kitchen away from Carl, his nails finding no traction on the tile.
Stooped over on the porch, Carl deflates in Rosalina’s disappointment, his heart aches from it. He knows she doesn’t like it when he intimidates the dog, and he knows she recognizes when he does it. But he’s got no love for that dog. He hates that fucking animal, and that eats at him too. He should have better control, goddammit.
He brings the bowls into an empty kitchen, fills them, then gets back to dinner duty.
He knows she won’t eat, but he still makes her a plate. Dresses it up with garnishes like he was serving a queen, his queen.
Rosalina sits cross-legged in bed, hair in damp tendrils.
She’s leaned back against the headboard, strumming through her travel magazines, braless in his old flannel. She wears it as a nightshirt. It’s missing a few buttons, but she says that’s why she loves it. He doesn’t know what that means and doesn’t care. He just likes how she looks in it.
With a neatly folded dishtowel draped over his forearm, he presents her evening meal.
“Your poquito burrito, Mamacita,” he says, bowing at the waist.
Rosalina’s lips manage a smile, but her eyes are too tired. “Oh, Carlos. Thank you, Baby you’re so sweet.”
Carl sets the plate, a napkin and a fork on her nightstand then leans in for a kiss.
He knows she’ll be out before he returns; sound asleep, magazines spread across the bed.
Hand cradling her face, he runs a thumb across her brow.
She smiles up at him and motions for another kiss.
As he turns to leave, Carl hears Paco clack, clack, clacking down the hall and into the kitchen for his own dinner.
He pretends not to notice, but it permeates his brain and bangs between his ears. The dog’s nails, clack, clack, clack inside his skull, poking at the gray matter behind his eyes, his inner ears, then clawing their way down to the base of his neck.
Clack, clack, clack, clack, lap, lap, slurp, lap, lap, slurp, then the crunching of dog food echoing off the bowl with dog lips smacking, pink tongue licking, and the rhythmic clang, clang, clang of Paco’s collar against the metal dish.
Carl marches straight ahead, past the kitchen, through the living room, and out the front door.
He’s to the street before realizing he’s left the front door wide open. He interlocks his fingers and stretches tall overhead.
He squats, then sits back on the curb at the bumper of Rosalina’s Bronco.
The neighborhood is quiet. The air still. Pockets of cool night air swirl as the concrete radiates what’s left of the day’s sunshine.
Crickets and tree frogs chirp from the maples and sycamore. Moths and beetles bounce off the streetlights up and down the block.
He thinks about taking a walk. Perfect night for it. But he shakes it off.
All those nights so far from home, how hard he fought, all he endured, all he lost, just to make it back here in one piece.
He shakes all that off too. Reflecting on the past is like opening Pandora’s box. Ain’t worth it.
This, right here, right now, this. This is what matters. Home is what matters. Rosie. Our life together. Just the two of us. That’s all I need.
Carl’s skin begins to prickle. Goosebumps from the cool night air force him out of his daydreams and back into the house.
After cleaning up, Carl slips into bed behind Rosalina.
He lies on his back watching shadows dance on the ceiling. He practices box-breathing, counting breaths, body awareness, scanning for tension—every trick he knows, but nothing brings him rest.
Rolling onto his side, he pulls Rosalina into him. Breathing her in, his hand traces the hourglass of her softness; her round shoulder, muscled upper arm, dropping onto her waist and over her hip. His hand glides down her thigh and back up again.
“Baby, no,” she moans. “I’m so tired.”
He kisses her neck, breathes into her ear, and begins unbuttoning the old flannel, grinding against her backside. He hooks his thumb into the waistband of her panties, and tugs them down over her hips, her thighs, to her knees where he hooks them with his big toe. He shoves the panties into a knot under the sheets at the foot of the bed.
Mocking a weeping child, she pleads one last time, “Carlos, Papi please,” but she knows he won’t stop.
Carl flips Rosalina to her back and mounts her, wiggling into position between her reluctant legs.
Rosalina submits. The couple kiss, slow and deliberate, stroking each other’s faces, fingers entwined in each other’s curly locks. Their breathing quickens. Carl fights to contain his frenzied need for release. Kissing his way down her surrendered body, down the center of her chest, her tummy, nuzzling at her navel, kissing his way between her open legs.
Rosalina squeals, “Aye, Papi!”
Clack, clack, clack. Clack, clack. Grrrruff!
Carl jerks to his knees, swings free of the bedsheets, bolts across the floor, and out the bedroom door.
Rosalina cries after him, “Carlos, no!”
But he’s gone.
She springs out of bed and gives chase, but Carl is mission-focused; blind, deaf, and dumb to everything but his target.
He’s on Paco in a rage, capturing him in retreat, left hand gripping the dog’s collar, he’s pinned the animal to the hardwood, and he’s hammer-fisting the side of the dog’s head.
She grabs hold of his reared back fist, but flips over his shoulder on the downswing, her body tumbling over the dog, she lands on the hardwood in a heap.
Crying, scared, her flannel shirt hanging open.
Rosalina looks back at Carl, naked on his knees, looking down at his open palms, shaking his head, and mumbling.
Tears well up in his pleading eyes.
Rosalina scoops her arm around Paco, sliding him towards her, between her and Carl, she huddles behind the dog.
Carl staggers to his feet, shaking his head, mumbling. He interlocks his fingers at the base of his neck, and slowly, deliberately, walks back into the bedroom.
In a daze, he pulls on his Levi’s, then picks up the pace.
Moving with purpose and precision, he snatches a small rucksack from the closet, strides through the kitchen, lifts his keys off the hook, steps into his boots, swings a jacket under his arm, and closes the door behind him.
Tap, tap, tap.
Carl snaps to attention behind the wheel.
The butt-end of a Maglite against his window.
The silhouette of a police officer stands just behind the door post of his truck.
Carl tucks his SIG Sauer tight to his hip with his right hand and cranks down the window with his left.
“What’s your status, soldier?” the officer says, beaming light at Carl’s chin, flashing around the cabin of the truck.
Carl leans to get a look. “Sir?”
The cop, black, middle-aged but fit, swings the Maglite, giving a nod towards the tailgate.
“Your plate,” he says. “Afghanistan. You a vet?”
“Yes sir,” Carl says. “Retired.”
“Retired. You alright then?” the cop says. “This ain’t nowhere to be, or the best time to be here neither.”
“Yes, sir,” Carl says. “Couldn’t sleep. Just went for a drive to clear my head. Parked. Guess I dozed off.”
“Yeah,” the cop says. “Yeah, I hear you. Hey, listen. Can I buy you a coffee? There’s a little place, off Michigan Ave here, near Central, makes the best…”
“I’m good, sir,” Carl interrupts. “But thank you.”
The cop steps forward, filling up Carl's half-open window.
“No sir,” he says. “No sir, you are most definitely not good, soldier. Man comes to this part of town, at this hour, with his sidearm on the seat? That man is not good, no sir. Not good by any measure.”
Carl stares straight ahead, hands at 10 and 2.
The cop leans in, resting a forearm on Carl’s windowsill.
“Listen,” he says. “I don’t know the things you’ve seen, or what you’ve been through, but I know where you’re at with it. I’ve been there myself and I know. Hell, I’m still working through it. But I’m working through it, ya know?”
He squints in at Carl. “I’m working it out the best I can and you can too. You can do better than this.”
Carl locks eyes with the cop. Checks his badge, his nameplate: T. Wilson.
“I’ll be alright, Officer Wilson. Just needed some space. Some time to myself.”
The cop grunts. “What’s your name, soldier?”
“Pratt, Carl J.,” he responds on cue.
“Okay, Carl J. here’s the thing. Spending time like this off by yourself is exactly the opposite of what you need. Like I said, I don’t know where you’ve been, or what you did in-country. But I do know that you didn’t make it out of there all by yourself.”
Carl stiffens, eyes fixed on the dashboard.
“No sir, you didn’t go in alone. And you sure as hell didn’t come out alone. You had a patrol, a squad, your unit. You gave everything supporting those men, and they gave everything supporting you, am I right? Is that affirm, Carl J?”
Officer Wilson nods.
“Right. See, I thought it would all go away too. I mean, sooner or later it has to, right? The night sweats. Jumpy all the time. Hearing things. Flashes of blurry figures jumping out from the corner of your eye. Snapping off on whoever or whatever triggers your switch, but it never ends, Carl J, it never ends. It never ends and the only way to deal is to let it out. You gotta let those things out with other men going through the same. You copy that?”
Carl’s lips tighten. “That’s a negative, sir.”
“Yeah,” Officer Wilson nods.
“Yeah, but guess what, Carl J. This. This right here? What you and I are doing right now? We’re talking about it. That’s what this is, Carl J. We’re just two guys, been in the shit, goin’ through whatever, and we’re talking about it, you and me. And I just told you a tiny bit of what I’m goin’ through every single day. That’s what I just did.”
Carl’s eyes find Wilson’s.
Wilson nods. “So, how about that coffee?”

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She was born to the painters Thérèse Boucraut and Maurice Breschand on March 18, 1966 in Paris. Her brother is the director Jean Breschand. She is the niece of singers Jacqueline and Roger Leroy who participated in the creation of operas composed by Georges Aperghis and directed by Pierre Barrat.
Born in Paris into a family of artists, she discovered contemporary music during the serial music movement, and discovered free jazz and the expansion of new technologies as early as the 1970s.
She began learning harp with Martine Geliot, before deciding to continue with Brigitte Sylvestre, a harpiste who was with Atem and who played with the Greek contemporary composer Georges Aperghis. Ms. Sylvestre initiated her into musical theater and contemporary music. Breschand obtained the "Médaille d'or" and the "Prix d'Excellence" by unanimity at the Conservatoire à Rayonnement Régional of Paris under Brigitte Sylvestre and obtained the "Prize of Analysis" with Christian Acaoui. She teaches harp and gives an improvisation workshop at the conservatory of the 6th arrondissement in Paris and she is regularly invited to give workshops around the world.
She has met and participated in the creation of new works in chamber ensembles and orchestras where she has worked with Luciano Berio, Bernard Cavanna, Pascal Dusapin, Emmanuel Nùnes, François Sarhan… Breschand has also had several pieces for solo harp composed especially for her.
She regularly performs contemporary repertoire by composers such as Georges Aperghis, John Cage, Mauricio Kagel, Luc Ferrari, Jacques Rebotier, Georgia Spiropoulos, Yoshihisa Taïra, Kasper Toeplitz, Tôn-Thât Tîet, David Toop…
She has played both written and improvised music with musicians such as Sophie Agnel, Uriel Barthélémi, Bruno Chevillon, Médéric Collignon, Vincent Courtois, Marc Ducret, Michel Doneda, Michel Godard, Sylvain Kassap, Joelle Léandre, Vincent Le Quang, Thierry Madiot, Jean-Marc Montera, Michael Nick, Annick Nozati, Zeena Parkins, Jean-François Pauvros, Didier Petit, Edith Scob, Elliott Sharp, The Do, Kasper Toeplitz, Franck Vigroux, Wilfried Wendling…
She has often played in museum settings for different exhibitions and installations (Nox, Pierick Sorin.., in museums in Arles, Nantes, Paris, Strasbourg, Troyes…). Her interest in fine arts lead to her collaboration on works by Christian Marclay. Invited by this artist, she interpreted "Graffiti composition" several times as well as played "Shuffle" in several different configurations, such as Screenplay, at la Villette in Paris with Elliot Sharp.
Breschand has collaborated with artists in multiple artistic disciplines such as fine arts, dance, film, lighting and theater.
She also works in collaboration with choreographers (Mic Guillaumes, Anja Hempel…), directors (Jean-Claude Berutti, Daniel Mesguich…), performance artists (Pierick Sorin, Christian Marclay, Jacques Perconte, Hiroshi Sugimoto, …) and film (création d'une musique sur « Jeanne d’Arc » de Dreyer, « Salomé » de Charles Bryant, « le voile brûlé » de Viviane Candas,…). She participated in the composition of Bruno Coulais's music for Henry Selick's 3D animated film « Coraline ».
She collaborated with the ensembles Transeuropééennes with Pablo Cueco (including the creation of a work by Pablo Cueco with Chaurasia at the Théatre de la Ville), Le Banquet for the premiere of the opera by Bernard Cavanna, Ars Nova, for the reprise of Laborintus II by Luciano Berio as well as with 2e2m and Erwartung.
Breschand began playing improvised music thanks to Didier Petit with whom she regularly plays while she played in the ensemble by Denis Colin.
She has had a trio with Didier Petit and Sylvain Kassap and a duo with Jean-François Pauvros for many years.
Breschand is co-founder of the contemporary music ensemble LABORINTUS with Sylvain Kassap and Franck Masquelier.
From 1999 to 2005, she participated in the creation and was president of the collective Topophonie with Sophie Agnel, Thierry Madiot and Théo Jarrier.
The collective's ambition was to bring artistic experiences into public places, doing sound walks, events and improvisations in outdoor spaces as a way of blurring the distinction between music and life. Pascal Battus, Li-Ping Ting, Dante Feijoo and Sharif Sehnaoui later joined the collective.
She created the show "Double Face" with and for Isabelle Moretti in 2009.
In 2001, she participated in the Ensemble d'Improvisateurs Européens, created by Jean-Marc Montera, who brought together such musicians as Chris Cutler and Thomas Lehn. The ensemble did a tour throughout France and in other countries where they interpreted Treatise by Cornelius Cardew.
Since 1998 (date of the creation of « Regard en Abyme » for harp and electronics), she has a duo with Wilfried Wendling with whom she develops staged shows with electronics, text and video.
In 2003, she contributed to the creation of the show « Le Grand Crwth » by François Sarhan and d'Anja Hempel.
In 2005 she composed the music for the show « Ariane(s) » with the circus artist Cécile Mont-Reynaud.
Since 2009, she has been developing a duo with the Comeroonian poet and singer Ze Jam Afane.
In 2010 she met the members of the pop band « The Do ». She played on their second album and continues to collaborate with the lead singer Olivia Merilahti.
In 2011 she participated in the creation of David Toop's opera « Star Shaped Biscuit » with Elaine Mitchener, Jamie McDermott, Sylvia Hallett, Lore Lixenberg, Allen, Martin Allen, and Jan Hendrickse.
In 2014, Helene started a duo with Kasper Toeplitz, following the creation of a solo piece for harpe and electronics by this composer, at the center for creation GRAME.
In 2013 she began a duo with the video artist Jacques Perconte.
As a composer, Breschand has developed a semi-graphic compositional style which leaves room for improvisation. She been edited by Billaudot, as well as Misterioso.
She composed the music for the film « le voile brûlé » by Viviane Candas and for the silent films « Jeanne d'Arc » by Carl Theodore Dreyer and « Salomé » by Charles Bryan. She has also contributed composed music for experimental cinema.
She is the initiator and co-author with Laurence Bancaud, Aurélie Barbé and Mathilde Aubat-Andrieu of the book La Harpe aux XXème et XXIème Siècles, published in 2012 by Minerve Editions.Fire, electroacoustic piece for harp, voice and radiophonic archives, 2007
Ô, electroacoustic piece, 2012
Sleeping woman for solo voice, musical theatre, 2000
Si Loin, Si Proche, for directed instrumental ensemble, free nomenclature, graphic score, 2013
L, for instrumental ensemble, free nomenclature (plus audio support), graphic score, 2014
Soleil Rouge, Lune Folle, for solo alto, 2013
Minotaure, for solo harpe, 2006
Improvisation I, II, III, for solo harp, 1998
Infidélité, for 4 voices, musical theater, 2001
Délire, for solo voice or accompanied, musical theater, 2010
A Vos Risques et Périls, solo for harp, musical theater, 2011
Antre De Jeux, solo or duo, musical theater, free nomenclature, 2011
Nuit Blanche, harp duo, 2000
Double Face, harp duo, 2011.
"Les Incarnés", solo; voice, acoustic and electric harp, original compositions by Hélène Breschand, label: D'AUTRES CORDES
"Le Gout Du Sel", Solo; voice, acoustic and electric harp, original compositions by Hélène Breschand, label : D'AUTRES CORDES
"Hélène Breschand Harpiste Joue", pieces by Berio, Cage, Taïra, Ton-That Tiet and improvisations, label: IN SITU
"Lascaux Expérience", compositions by Luis NAON, performed by LABORINTUS, label: CÉSARÉ
"Zodiacales", Based on Les Tierkreis by Karlheinz STOCHKAUSEN, performed by LABORINTUS, label DAPHÉNÉO
"Et Tournent Les Sons", Compositions by Luc Ferrari, performed by LABORINTUS, label : CÉSARÉ and LA MUSE EN CIRCUIT
"Sombre", Duo with Jean-François PAUVROS, label: VICTO
« Double-peine », Duo with Sylvain Kassap, label: D'AUTRES CORDES
“Alpentöne”, 2004, with: Michel Godard - serpent, tuba; Linda Bsiri - voice, trumscheit; Christina Zavalloni - voice; Gabrielle Mirabassi - clarinet; Hélène Breschand - harp; Pierre Favre - drums; Calinxtus - gregorian chant (conducted by Gianni di Gennaro).
"Fleuve", 2003 - with Pierre Favre Ensemble, label : ECM
"Triste Lilas" by Franck Vigroux, label : D'AUTRES CORDES, 2004
"Les Incarnés", Vinyl, 2014 - compositions voice and harp Hélène Breschand, label : D'AUTRES CORDES, 2014
"Austral", d'eRikm by Laborintus, DVD, label : D'AUTRES CORDES, 2012
"Hell (A Small Detail)" by François Sarhan, Label: Zig Zag
"Thisness" by Jef Lee Johnson, Label: Nato
"De L'Origine Du Monde" by Tony Hymas, Label: Nato

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BOSTON ( TheStreet) -- A far cry from the clunkers many people cashed in on, a new wave of luxury cars, with price tags north of $1 million, are hitting the streets. Originally priced at $1 million, Bugatti, a subsidiary of Volkswagen ( VLKAY.PK), has raised the price of its flagship Veyron by $500,000. If that isn't steep enough for your tastes, the Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport offers a 16-cylinder, 1,001-horsepower ride for $2.2 million. The Sang Bleu, as the car is alternately called, was produced as part of Bugatti's 100th anniversary.
A computer rendering of the Natalia SLS 2 sport-luxury sedan.
The Aston Martin One-77, which gets part of its name from the fact that only 77 will be built, sports a 7.3-liter V-12 engine, a top speed over 200 miles per hour and a 0 to 60 mph time of 3.5 seconds. Though Aston Martin has been somewhat elusive with setting a specific price, industry estimates put it at $1.7 million. Hoping to break into this high-rolling marketplace, DiMora Motorcar is crafting the Natalia SLS 2, a hand-built, 16-cylinder, $2 million luxury sedan. The prototype, currently under construction, will be crammed with features one might expect from a James Bond movie or an old episode of "Knight Rider." A V16 engine will produce 1,200 horsepower. Clemson University's International Center for Automotive Research is collaborating with the Palm Springs, Calif.-based company to design an automotive suspension system that can handle speeds in excess of 240 mph. An optional thermo-chromatic paint job will provide a chameleon-like ability to "change from black or blue when it's cool outside, to white when it's hot." The car's interior can be kept either cool or warm for hours, even with the engine off. Beverage holders will heat or cool drinks. To accommodate the handicapped, the front passenger seat can slide to the right, rotate 90 degrees and lower someone to the ground.


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Explains the ecological damage caused by clearcutting, looks at clearcutting sites across the U.S., and discusses the advantages of selective management
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Serious 'Abigail/1702' finds right tone, pace
Published 10:23 pm, Sunday, October 20, 2013
Elizabeth Pietrangelo gives a strong, deeply impressive performance as the title character in "Abigail/1702," a play by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa that examines the life of one of the central characters of the Salem Witch Trials a decade after 20 people were hanged as a result of an episode of group hysteria and religious fear.
It's 1702, and Abigail Williams, who as a 15-year-old accused a woman of witchcraft because the girl was in love with the woman's husband, now goes by another name. As conceived by Aguirre-Sacasa and brought to life by Pietrangelo, she's devout and determined, living in a house in a hill outside Boston and caring for people with smallpox. Burdened by guilt and living alone, she's selfless and self-sufficient, raising a garden in the hard soil while she tends to the sick, and paying extra attention to a boy who lives in a nearby orphanage.
This structured, ascetic existence is challenged by the arrival of John Brown (John Schmiederer), a sailor with smallpox, whose gratitude for her nursing turns to affection that begins to soften Abigail's hardened heart. They're both psychologically wounded people, and their attraction is as inevitable as it is complicated.
Aguirre-Sacasa uses flashbacks to tell earlier parts of the tale, including some of the incidents immortalized in Arthur Miller's "The Crucible," of which "Abigail/1702" is a sequel of sorts. As Miller did in "The Crucible," Aguirre-Sacasa employs period language at times — "were" in places we'd use "was," for instance — and at other points he gives his characters eloquence that is beautifully delivered by the cast, including this line: "Every night his face harrowed my dreams."
Pietrangelo and Schmiederer have effective chemistry, never more so than during the first obvious flirt. While working in the garden, which John insists he's well enough to do even though he's still pocked with healing sores, he tells Abigail to get him a drink of water from the well. He's bossing her around in a husbandly way; she's charmed but also independent, and so, her eyes mirthful, Abigail tells him to get it himself.
Though light and brief, the scene is representative of everything director Steve Fletcher does right with this production. He and the cast are nearly unerring in their understanding of the right balance, tone and pace of each scene. When Abigail seeks mercy from a woman she wronged in Salem (Carrie Weiss, in one of her three roles, all excellent), the woman's righteous fury is as palpable as Abigail's remorse. The same is true of Abigail's exchanges with Satan himself, who's played by the sonorous-voiced and crafty veteran actor John Noble (also in multiple roles).
By choosing "Abigail/1702," Curtain Call Theatre is expressing confidence in its audience's appetite for a serious play, and the company has mounted a compelling production worthy of the material. Will Lowry's set, consisting of raw barn wood, a few pieces of furniture and, ominously, four hangman's nooses up high, is as effective as it is simple, and Bradley C. Porter's sound design is superb.
When: 3 p.m. Sunday
Where: Curtain Call Theatre, 210 Old Loudon Road, Latham
Length: One hour, 50 minutes; one intermission
Continues: 7:30 p.m. Thursday, 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday, 3 p.m. Sunday, through Nov. 16
Info: 877-7529 or http://www.curtaincalltheatre.com

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With the “campus vision” , town officials have turned their attention back to the American Legion site for a senior center.
Selectman Terri Tsagaris said at a meeting Monday night that she, along with other members of the board of Selectmen, met with members of the Wellesley Council on Aging recently to more thoroughly discuss space needs for a new Senior Center as they might apply to a different site.
“We weren’t thinking about site constraints with respect to the needs list that was already prepared,” she said, referring to plans for several town organizations including the Council on Aging, to move into a new, future Community Center.
The American Legion site – located at 496 Washington St. – was in original plans to establish a standalone senior center last year, but was tabled pending the outcome of the Community Center campus vision.
Katherine Babson, chair of the Board of Selectmen, said based on an original site study, which cost $600,000, the board should discuss steps that might lead to the creation of a larger center than what was previously conceived.
“If in fact we’re looking at a larger senior center than what we’ve already planned for, I’d like to suggest the board weigh in,” Babson said.
Tsagaris said still some funds remain from the original $600,000, and that it’s too early in the process to know how large a space is needed. Also, she said there are other town spaces being discussed between the Board of Selectmen and Council on Aging.
“Really we’re just sort of starting the next steps in terms of what to do and where to go with the Senior Center,” Tsagaris said.

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A very wet & windy new year it was too! The marquees we had erected for the Christmas rush just about stood up to the blustery weather. The animals through have been treated more kindly and most are now under cover whilst January blows through. Just in time for the first of this years calves due this month.
December, not only bought us vast quantities of turkey & Santa, it also bought us 5 further litters of Saddle back piglets to add to our herd.
Whilst little else changes in January on the farm, we have chosen our quietest month to undertake some much needed groundwork. we are finally connecting to mains drainage, weather permitting, this work should be completed by January end. We do apologies if you find yourself held up for a short while on your visit to us.
Inside the shop, Christmas now seems a distance memory (phew!!). Our butchers are keeping busy supplying many stewing cuts of meat- lamb shanks seem particularly popular, as well as keeping up with our own minced & diced beef, which is currently have on offer, warming comfort food seems the key for January.
We are all so gearing up to celebrate British breakfast week 20Th – 29Th January. Along side our ever favourite homemade sausages, our black pudding breakfast sausage fly out at this time of year, we also provide our home cured bacon’s, black & white pudding, farm fresh eggs & freshly baked bread. For our more health conscious we also , naturally stock yogurt, made right here on the farm, using milk from the village, fresh fruit, muesli, a wonderful selection of Tea Pigs tea temples, ground coffee, dried nuts, seeds & fruits.
Burns night falls during british breakfast week on Wednesday 25th January. We are stocking Haggis throughout Januaryas well as local root vegetables the traditional accomplement. The most traditional of all partners for Haggis is , of course Scotch Whisky- How about a midweek dinner party, finished off with a nip of our Sheep Dip or Pigs Nose Scotch Whisky. Celebrate!
While the wind blows & the weather shows- you’ll always find a warm welcome @ Foxholes Farm Shop.
We look forward to seeing you soon.

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|Address notes: South Bolingbrook Drive is Route 53. Bolingbrook was given its own ZIP code since the park existed. 60439 is the ZIP code previously associated with the area.|
|Old Chicago was a 500,000 square foot shopping complex and amusement park located on the southwest corner of Illinois Highway 53 and Interstate 55. The original developer was Robert Brindle and Old Chicago was later owned by IC Industries.
While the opening showed promise, Old Chicago's failure set in quickly. Intentionally, the mall lacked anchor stores to prevent Old Chicago from loosing control over their mall. This proved to keep many shoppers away.
The building itself became a cost burden as the concrete started to crack and problems with the fire sprinkler system led to large cost overruns.
Attendance was also crippled by several accidents and competition from Marriott's Great America opening in 1976.
In 1980 Old Chicago closed. For several years the owners, the city and new potential investors unsuccessfully debated over what to do with the facility. No solution could be found and the $20 million facility was torn down in 1986. Today the Arena Auto Auction occupies the area where Old Chicago once stood. "Old Chicago Drive" is all that remains as a reminder that the park was once there.
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Eric Folke wakes after a night of heavy drinking and looks reality straight in the eye. He's been hiding his true self behind unhappiness, anger, and a girlfriend he doesn't want-and it has to stop. Making a critical decision, he attends a dance, trying to face his true feelings rather than hide them. There he meets Nick Bertolli, a fabulously beautiful man filled with an ocean of love he needs to share, love that will help Eric heal and grow. As Eric accepts what is in his heart, he and Nick will face several obstacles on the road to happiness. Eric's ex-girlfriend, Nick's abusive former partner, and a terrible act of violence will test them, but their affection and desire for one another will never falter. Of one thing they can be sure: they will always love one another. Read and Eric and Nick later in their relationship in "Saving Trevor."
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Accommodation in Port Elizabeth
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Addo Accommodation Addo Guest House
Broadlands four-star Country House is an owner managed, beautifully renovated colonial style farmhouse that is both authentic and unique. The welcoming scent of orange blossoms greets our guests on entering our tree lined orchard avenue.
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Guest House Graaff Reinet - Queen Manor - Often described as one of the top guest houses in Graaff-Reinet, Queen Manor features 8 (eight) modern suites with en-suite bathrooms, complete with spa baths and everything you need in order to have a most relaxing stay.
Jansenville Accommodation Jansenville Hotel Jansenville Bed and Breakfast
Jansenville Accommodation is offered at Angora Inn. This Jansenville Hotel offers value for money and ideal overnight accommodation when travelling through the Karoo.
Jansenville Tourism. The Jansenville area offers visitors a typical Karoo experience in the Noorsveld, heart of South Africa's mohair & wool production.
Somerset Cottage Guesthouse is a quaint cottage, centrally located in Grahamstown, in the heart of the City of Saints. It consists of five comfortable, on-suite rooms, an entertainment area and lobby lounge with inviting fire place. Secure off-street parking is available to all guests.
Steytlerville Hotel Karoo Accommodation Restaurant
The Royal Hotel, right on the main street, offers a touch of old world elegance, excellent dining and a farm experience as well.
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Willowmore accommodation Guest House
Experience an important piece of South African history in this historic building with Victorian furniture, old world charm and unsurpassed hospitality. Ideally situated for stopovers when travelling from Gauteng to George, the Willow Historic Guest House offers excellent comfortable Willowmore accommodation, fine food and a homely atmosphere - a real home away from home.
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One of the most talked about films at the year’s Sundance Film Festival is a new documentary on Pat Tillman, the NFL player who quit a lucrative career in pro football and enlisted in the Army. Tillman was killed by friendly fire in Afghanistan in 2004, but the circumstances of his death were inaccurately reported by the government at first and still remain under question by his family.
“The Tillman Story,” directed by Amir Bar-Lev, chronicles the Tillman family’s fight to find the truth about Pat Tillman’s death. According to a description on the Sundance Web site, the documentary “not only shines a light on the shady aftermath of Pat’s death and calls to task the entire chain of command but also examines themes as timeless as the notion of heroism itself.”
A Los Angeles Times writer ranked “The Tillman Story” as one of his seven must-see movies from Sundance, saying it “does what many great documentaries do: takes a small subject and turns it into something epic.”[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERXAOmkv00A[/youtube]
Jon Krakauer blamed the Bush administration and Army for the cover-up of Pat Tillman’s friendly-fire death. However, the untold story is the cover-up was a thoroughly bi-partisan affair.
In particular, the Democratic Congress and the Obama Presidency protected General Stanley McChrystal from punishment for his role in the cover-up of Pat Tillman’s friendly-fire death.
Note: email from Amir Bar-Lev says he was pretty hard on the Democratic Congress in “The Tillman Story”.
The documents at http://www.feralfirefighter.blogspot.com describe how General McChrystal has been protectd by Congressman Henry Waxman, Senator James Webb (along with Senators Carl Levin and John McCain), the New York Times Reporter Thom Shanker, the Center for a New American Security’s Andrew Exum, and President Obama.
It’s not surprising that after the initial cover-up fell apart, Army officers and the Bush administration lied to protect their careers. Reprehensible, but understandable. But the Democratic Congress, after they took control of both Houses in 2006, could have gone after those responsible. Or at least not promoted them!
Just before the 2006 mid-term elections, Kevin Tillman published his eloquent letter, “After Pat’s Birthday” (truthdig.com). Kevin hoped a Democratic Congress would bring accountability back to our country. But, just as with warrantless wiretapping and torture, those responsible for the cover-up of his brother’s friendly-fire death have never been held accountable for their actions.
Five years ago, Pat Tillman’s family were handed a tarnished Silver Star. It was a travesty of justice that General McChrystal was promoted to the Army’s highest rank, and handed his fourth star.


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Covert South Haven KOA, MI, USA
Latitude and longitude coordinates are: 42.275108, -86.259773.
Covert South Haven KOA is a very popular camping spot and multi-activity facility in Covert, Michigan, USA. Located in a close proximity to Michigan lake, this spot offers excellent accommodation options, golf courses, playgrounds, marinas, wineries, and other attractions for an excellent vacation. Visit this wonderful place with your friends and family, and you'll have unforgettable time!
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Covert South Haven KOA, MI, USA Lat Long Coordinates Info
The latitude of Covert South Haven KOA, MI, USA is 42.275108, and the longitude is -86.259773. Covert South Haven KOA, MI, USA is located at United States country in the Stadiums place category with the gps coordinates of 42° 16' 30.3888'' N and 86° 15' 35.1828'' W.
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MobileTones is a free ringtone-maker, -recorder and -converter. Make your own ringtones and message sounds for Android, Apple iPhone, BlackBerry and Windows Phone.
Simply create ringtones from your audio and video files, or record something over a microphone or line-in. You can even create ringtones from your DRM protected music files (legally), or from web streams, by easily capturing the audio directly from your soundcard.
Supported input formats:
*.acc; *.adts; *.mp3; *.m4a; *.wav; *.wma; *.ogg; *.flac (ogg, flac codecs must be installed seperatly)
*.3g2; *.3gp; *.3gp2; *.3gpp; *.asf; *.avi; *.m4v; *.mp4; *.mov; *.wmv; *.webm (webm codecs must be installed seperatly)
The codecs for ogg, flac and webm are free available at xiph.org (manufacturer site).
Supported output formats:
Android (.m4a), Apple iPhone (.m4r), BlackBerry (.mp4), Windows Phone (.wma).
Read the complete manual for more details.
Download the current version of MobileTones (freeware). Available as complete version (with installation), or as zipped version (without installer, e.g. for portable usage).
NEW !!! Russian translation for MobileTones (friendly translated by Serjio).
Download (right-click, save as): Translation_ru-RUS.xml.
Just copy the translation file (*.xml) to the 'Languages' folder included in the installation directory of MobileTones.
The Microsoft .NET 4 Framework (or any higher version) must be installed to run MobileTones.
System OS: Windows Vista, 7 / 8 / 8.1 or 10 (Windows XP is NOT SUPPORTED)
CPU: min. 1.6 GHz CPU (32- and 64-Bit supported)
RAM: min. 1GB Ram (2GB recommended)
The software is based on Microsoft's newest multimedia technology Media Foundation, you can extend the input format support by installing third-party codecs. For example, you can add .ogg or .flac support by installing the respective codecs from xiph.org (free available).


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In the age of social media, constant e-mails and endless phone notifications, it is becoming more and more common to find ourselves distracted at work. We are dragged into meetings, diverted by talkative coworkers, and barraged with incoming email notifications and messages. Whatever the cause, these constant interruptions take a toll on our focus, our state of mind and our productivity.
This damage of distraction can be better understood with the concept of subject swapping. Anytime we subject swap, re-focusing our attention from one activity to another, our mind takes time to recalibrate, and there is a subsequent loss of productivity. If we swap, let’s say from scrolling through Instagram or Facebook to studying for our law exam, it is as though our brain is screeching to a stop, and moving slowly back into motion. Studies have shown that subject swapping caused by interruptions reduces efficiencies and impairs critical thinking & problem solving. This raises the question, how can we ignore distractions so that we can harness our attention & focus on a single task, for extended periods of time?
I offer up the practice of “deep work” which I stumbled upon while meditating with the Calm App (highly recommended!). With deep work, we are to dedicate pre-set times for uninterrupted work. Start with 1-2 hours and slowly start to extend the amount of time as you become experienced in this practice. During these pre-determined work periods, distractions of any kind are to be avoided. That means turn the phone on DO NOT DISTURB, turn off all notifications, and If possible, disconnect from the internet. By scheduling these periods of extreme, Zen-like focus and flow, we create periods where we are protected from deep distractions. This allows our brain to gather itself into a force of focus. The result is that our attention is concentrated, our work productive, and our time well spent.
During our work day, our sanity requires us to take time-outs to let our minds wonder. This can come in the form of getting caught up on current events, checking Instagram, chatting with colleagues and even going for a short walk (highly recommended!). Although these time-outs are a necessity, we MUST be sure to schedule time for uninterrupted work during the day. This practice can be a gift to our coworkers as well because when we dedicate periods of time to deep work, others (around us) are encouraged to do the same. Our extreme focus and concentrated energy elevates the vibe of the entire room!
The secrets to success in any human endeavor are extended periods of total concentration, followed by periods of rest, relaxation and meditation!

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Water hyacinth, which seems to be discarded or just made animal feed but through the skillful hands of humans, this is like to get soul and turning into beautiful art products that bring high economic value.
Unlike other plants, which growers have to work hard every day to grow well, it grows naturally a lot in canals, ponds or lakes with good growth and development. No one think that a tree that just float by the water can become the passion of many people. And there are many successful young people starting out from it.
The root of the water hyacinth is quite long, this is nearly 1m high, and the better the soil, the faster it grows. Normally it just takes about 3 months for a harvest season of water hyacinth.
In the past, it is usually a source of food for feeding fish, pig, buffalo or cow, or used to incubate mushroom or make manure. But nowadays, people take advantage of water hyacinth like a material for valuable handicrafts.
Fresh water hyacinth after reaching a height of about 7-8cm will be cut up and dried. This is dried from 4-5 sunny days, every 500kg of fresh raw ones will produce about 40kg of dried one.
It is also a favorite material to make handicrafts like bag, hat, coaster, vase, … or even for weaving furniture like table, chair, sofa, …
Handicrafts made of water hyacinth are loved so much by domestic consumer and international consumer as well due to it’s softness, durability, fashion and good adaption to all weather condition: not brittle when hot and not hard when cold. Also, they are totally safe for human health and environment.
We supply high quality handicrafts made of water hyacinth for export.
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A federal judge has blocked president donald trump from building key sections of his border wall with money secured under his declaration of a national emergency, delivering what may prove a.
In order to build parts of Trump’s planned border wall. available under Section 284 for "[c]onstruction of roads and fences and installation of lighting to block drug smuggling corridors across.
· 16 states have already sued in the federal District Court in San Francisco to stop Trump from using his emergency powers to build a border wall. The states – California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Hawaii, Illinois, Maine, Maryland, Michigan, Minnesota, Nevada, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, Oregon, and Virginia – are arguing that the declaration is unconstitutional.
Piden Rivas y Senz a la SRE de solucin al tema de los migrantes Texas GOP leaders join Democrats in call for a different sort of border wall Lo arrestan por posesin de marihuana en el condado de Webb, Texas While GOP leaders’ calls for unity have sought to bury what many viewed as an embarrassing moment for the party, not everyone is ready to move on.. inspired to join the Republican Party.Pentgono construir albergue temporal para 7.500 migrantes Caso Huawei: la historia de una guerra tecnolgica entre EE. UU. y China A medida que la "guerra fra tecnolgica" escala, la perspectiva de que Estados Unidos y China lleguen a un acuerdo se ve cada vez ms distante.. EE.UU. aadi a Huawei a una lista de.El Pentgono anunci el mircoles que construir un albergue temporal en la frontera de Estados Unidos con Mxico con capacidad para por lo menos siete mil 500 adultos migrantes que sean puestos bajo custodia del servicio de Control de Inmigracin y Aduanas de Estados Unidos.Patrulla fronteriza mata a mujer migrante en Laredo, Texas; testigo increpa a agentes (VIDEO)
17 (UPI) –Acting Defense Secretary Patrick Shanahan said Saturday night he hasn’t decided how to divert money from the Pentagon to fund a border wall ordered by President Donald Trump’s national..
Jesus Seade, the Mexican undersecretary for North America, also brushed off the threat of new tariffs, saying officials were “not concerned” and noting the tariffs are not part of the United.
Judge blocks Trump from building sections of border wall U.S. District Judge Haywood Gilliam Jr.’s order, issued Friday, prevents work from beginning on two of the highest-priority, Pentagon.
Federal Judge Blocks Construction on Sections of Trump’s Border Wall By Christopher Coble, Esq. on May 30, 2019 1:07 PM President Donald Trump has made no secret of his desire to build additional sections of a border wall between the United States and Mexico.
· President Donald Trump speaks as he visits a new section of the border wall with Mexico in Calexico.. United States & Canada. Trump vows appeal after judge blocks use of US$2.5bn border wall.
US federal judge blocks Trump from building sections of border wall The courtroom showdowns come amid a flurry of activity to accelerate wall construction. United States: A federal judge blocked military-designated funds to be used for Trump’s wall.
US President Donald Trump. Judge Seeborg’s ruling on Monday. Press secretary sarah sanders tweeted that a "liberal activist judge in san francisco ruled the United States and Mexico can’t work.

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POPLARVILLE, Miss. — The Pearl River men’s basketball team defeated the visiting Copiah-Lincoln Wolves in a defensive battle Monday night by a final score of 52-42. The Wildcats extended their winning streak to nine games.
“Defensively, I thought we were exceptional.” Head coach Chris Oney said, “I told them at halftime that January and February were going to be tough because it’s close to the basketball playoffs. I thought it was good that we were challenged tonight.
Pearl River once again proved why they are the nation’s fifth-leading defensive team by holding the nation’s second-highest scorer 20 points below his average.
The Wildcats (13-2 overall; 8-0 MACCC) started things off with a bang, as Cameron Brown (Hattiesburg) found themselves wide open from the 3-point line. He managed to nail the shot giving Pearl River a 3-0 lead.
Shortly after, Jaron Wilkens (Biloxi) fought by contact for a layup to increase the lead to 5-0 in favor of the Wildcats.
After a quick basket from Wolves (5-10; 2-5), Pearl River continues another short race. Jarion Wilkens (Biloxi) hit a wide open jumper from the free throw line which was followed by a JD Allen (Brookhaven; Wesson) 3 points. The baskets forced a Wolves timeout as the Wildcats led 10-2.
With the Wildcats up 12-8, Earl Smith (Jackson; Lanier) drove into the paint drawing through most of the defense leading to an easy to lob lob. Brison Waller (Cleveland, Oh; Garfield Heights) for the slam alley-oop. The bucket gave the Wildcats a 16-8 lead.
Shortly after, the Wildcats raced up the field and Allen sliced under the basket and put the ball down to increase the lead to 16-8.
From there, the teams traded scores as Pearl River held a slim 19-14 lead midway through the first half.
The teams again traded blows; however, Pearl River retained the lead, entering halftime in the lead, 24-17.
Wolves opened the scoring to start the second half, cutting the Wildcats’ lead to 24-19.
Pearl River was quick to react thanks to the free throw shot of Jaron Wilkens. The points sparked a crucial first run for the Wildcats to start the second half. The run featured a Brown 3-pointer followed by another layup from Jaron Wilkens on a nice pass from Smith, culminating in a 31-19 Wildcat lead.
After a Wolves run cut the deficit to six, Pearl River again found an answer with a Jaron Wilkens basket, giving the Wildcats an eight-point cushion, 33-25.
Pearl River came upfield again after another Wolves basket and Waller found Williams open under the basket for the layup, putting the Wildcats up 35-27.
The Wildcats led to 20, but a late Wolves run cut the deficit to 10 before Pearl River finished the game with a 52-42 lead.
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Brown led the way for Pearl River offensively, totaling 13 points and five rebounds.
Allen added 11 of his own and also grabbed five rebounds.
Jaron Wilkens was a force in the paint for the Wildcats as he had eight points and six rebounds.
Smith had a great night on the glass leading the team with nine rebounds. He also led the team in assists with five.
“Earl works very hard,” Oney said. “He played an important role in keeping the key tonight.”
The Wildcats hit the road Thursday to face East Mississippi. The game is scheduled to start at 6 p.m. and can be watched on EMCCAthletics.com/live.
For the latest Pearl River Community College athletics news, follow us on Twitter (@PRCCathletics) and Facebook (PRCCathletics).

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You'll love this rich, decadent bread that looks, and tastes, like it came from an artisan bakery. And don't worry, while the weaved knot looks difficult, it is quite easy to do!
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You're likely to have all of these ingredients on hand! Click the link below to access the ingredient list
Combine warm milk, active dry yeast, and granulated sugar to proof. Meanwhile, add flour, sugar, and salt in bowl of stand mixer then add yeast, starter, oil and egg.
After kneading, cover the dough and rest for 45 minutes. Then ever 45 minutes or so, perform a series of stretch and folds.
Roll the dough into a large rectangle, then cut into two equal pieces.
Generously spread chocolate on both sides of the dough - leaving a 1/2" or so border of bare dough.
Roll each piece into a tight log. Then slice down the center lengthwise and begin the weaving process.
Moving clockwise, fold every second strand over the strand to its right.
Using the remaining strands, fold over to the left.
Tuck any loose ends under. Transfer to heavy skillet, cover and rise for 2 hours.
Bake for 25 minutes, transfer to wire mesh cooling rack to cool before slicing and serving.

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The overdue and expected arrival of some $75 million in federal aid for the Northeast groundfishery and others recognized as “economic disasters” should provide welcome relief for fishermen and related businesses that have been pushed to a collective brink of bankruptcy.
But for all the well-deserved kudos extended to federal lawmakers who stood by this needed aid package — which gained U.S. Senate approval Thursday night — it’s important that all involved recognize the fact that this is a very short-term fix.
For, without regulatory reforms to the Magnuson-Stevens Act and the process by which NOAA can set yearly, stock-by-stock catch limits, many of the fishermen who are due this disaster aid now will be forced right back to the table seeking more federal assistance next year and/or the years that follow.
The ironic aspect of this disaster aid approval is that, at the start, fishermen and related waterfront businesses never wanted or reached out for government handouts in the first place.
Their hands were simply forced by lopsided, heavy-handed fishing limits and enforcement tactics that were cited as excessive by the Department of Commerce’s own Inspector General’s office beginning in 2009, yet still haven’t been adequately addressed by either NOAA or its parental Commerce leadership.
Read the full story at the Gloucester Daily Times>>
National Fisherman Live: 11/06/14
In this episode:
NOAA report touts 2013 landings, value increases
Panama fines GM salmon company Aquabounty
Gulf council passes Reef Fish Amendment 40
Maine elver quota cut by 2,000 pounds
Offshore mussel farm would be East Coast’s first
NOAA and its fellow Natural Resource Damage Assessment trustees in the Deepwater Horizon oil spill have announced the signing of a formal Record of Decision to implement a gulf restoration plan. The 44 projects, totaling an estimated $627 million, will restore barrier islands, shorelines, dunes, underwater grasses and oyster beds.

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- HT: Uganda 0-0 Egypt
Uganda Cranes have shown a balance between defending and attacking in the first half of the 2018 FIFA World Cup qualifier match against Egypt.
In an open game at Nelson Mandela stadium, Namboole both Cranes and the Pharaohs of Egypt created opportunities with Cranes having three good chances.
Emmanuel Okwi one of the three forwards employed by Moses Basena and company has forced a couple of saves from Egyptian goalkeeper Essam El-Hadary.
Okwi broke on the right and shot from an acute angle but El-Hadary tipped the effort over the bar as the Cranes assumed momentum going forward.
Moments later, Ochaya whipped in a cross and Okwi unmarked at the far post shot in the middle of the goal and the legendary Egyptian keeper was again up to the task.
Derrick Nsibambi had a header tipped over the bar as halftime approached.
The visitors also had their own chances with Liverpool man Mohamed Salah causing havoc on the right and Mohmoud Saliman giving Murushid Jjuuko no breathing time.
Uganda Cranes XI: Denis Onyango (GK), Nico Wakiro Wadada, Godfrey Walusimbi, Isaac Isinde, Murushid Juuko, Wasswa Hassan Mawanda, Khalid Aucho, Emmanuel Arnold Okwi, Faruku Miya, Derrick Nsibambi, Joseph Benson Ochaya
Subs: Ismail Watenga, Benjamin Ochan (GK) Muwanga Bernard, Ntege Ivan ,Mutyaba Muzamiru , Luwagga William Kizito, Milton Karisa, Isaac Muleme, Geoffrey Serunkuma, Shafic Kagimu, Tom Masiko, Denis Iguma


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LIVERPOOL MPs claim up to £24,000 a year for their second homes in London.
But the total is below the Parliamentary average, with Garston’s Maria Eagle close to the bottom of the city’s second home expenses league.
Commons authorities today published another wave of MPs’ expenses claims in a bid to end the ongoing “sleaze” scandal and restore public confidence.
In the 12 months up to last April Ms Eagle claimed £14,600 for her two-bedroom London flat.
In a typical month that included £850 in mortgage interest, £132 council tax and £103 service charges.
The justice minister said: “I am all in favour of transparency because of the excesses of the past.
“But the fact is that a Liverpool MP cannot commute to Westminster every day.”
Walton MP Peter Kilfoyle claimed £23,499 on his property.
In a typical month that included £1,421 in mortgage interest or rant, £200 on food and £103 in council tax.
He said: “I am perfectly at ease about the public seeing what I charge in legitimate expenses.”
Riverside’s Louise Ellman claimed £23,266.
Monthly bills included £838 in mortgage interest, and £300 for food.
A £277 bill for carpet cleaning last December was not paid because she could not produce a receipt.
She said: “It is in the public interest that there should be full disclosure.”
Wavertree MP Jane Kennedy claimed £23,958.
Monthly bills included £400 for food, £1,370 in mortgage interest and £151 council tax and £68 for utilities.
And West Derby’s Bob Wareing claimed £13,569, including £224 for radiator repairs.
His most regular claim was for “celebrity” drying cleaning, a shop close to his Westminster flat which specialises in theatre costumes.
“I think an MP should keep up appearances,” he said.

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The system 100% eliminates manual dosing & weighing of ingredients. This will drastically improve working conditions, quality and plant efficiency.
Every 5 minutes, an operator has to dose & weigh the ingredients for the mixing line manually. The number of ingredients are increasing all the time. It’s also difficult to find operators, who are willing to handle dusty powders and heavy bags. And only the best operators can guarantee the accuracy, continuity, correct ingredients and on-time adding of the ingredients to the mixing line.
Completely automatic dosing, weighing and adding of the ingredients to the mixing line. An unlimited number of ingredients, completely traceable, highly accurate, and very low cross-contamination. The working conditions of operators have vastly improved. They can focus on the production process.
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The Amabox system consists of an automatic storage system for ingredient boxes (BoxStore). The ingredient boxes will be filled from bags or big-bags with the BoxFillingStation. All ingredients are scanned with barcode, weighed and traced with RFID tags through the system. Based on the production orders the BoxDoser will automatically dose & weigh the required ingredients for the mixing batch. An automated transport system will transfer the boxes to the mixing line. The BoxTipper will then automatically discharge the ingredients into the mixer.
The system is very modular and scalable with respect to: number of ingredients, total storage capacity, dosing capacity, number of mixing lines.

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Cost of living in Chişinău, Moldova compared to Ahvaz, Iran
WARNING! Ahvaz has artificial and unrealistic official exchange rates. You can also get this comparison using the parallel street rate in Ahvaz.
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These prices were last updated on October 17, 2017. Exchange rate: 1968.356 IRR / MDL *
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Cost of living in Chişinău (Moldova) is about the same as in Ahvaz (Iran)
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He has made Biden look like an old confused man (we know he is), but did they have to bring in the man who was responsible for dropping bomb’s everyday of his Presidency into do it. The same President who offered so much hope when he became elected and who produced nothing except his own increased bank account.
This to me says that Biden is no longer considered for the 2024 elections and infact he is no longer considered the President and he is out. I have no doubt that Obama would try and run in 2024 if he could.
What a disgraceful display from Obama when he should have given the time totally to Biden as the President in the Whitehouse, after all he would demand it and he knows how he is supposed to behave in these circles.


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Dogs Trust is now financing neutering for owned and stray dogs in the largest canton of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina – Canton 10. Free neutering campaign is run by the local Association for the Protection of Animals “O” with the financial and technical support of Dogs Trust Representative office in Bosnia and Herzegovina.
So far, the neutering is carried out by three veterinary clinics, one in Tomislavgrad, one Livno and one in Glamoc, but the plan is to add two more clinics. All veterinary experts who carry out the procedures have completed the training program run by Dogs Trust in cooperation with the Veterinary Faculty of the University of Sarajevo, while all the catchers have also been trained in humane dog trapping.
Our research from earlier this year has shown that there are about 3,000 stray dogs and about 10,000 owned dogs in Canton 10. The aim of this campaign is to cover neutering and additional processing of as many stray and owned dogs.
In addition, Dogs Trust Representative Office also seeks to help the Canton establish a database of all dogs, to facilitate the implementation of Responsible Dog Ownership (RDO) and better management of the abandoned dogs who temporarily remain in their habitat.
For contacts of veterinary stations, as well as additional information regarding the campaign, please contact the Coordinator of the program, Jasenka Jarebica, via phone at 387 63 72 32 88.
For more information on ways to support the Foundation Dogs Trust in BH, visit our website and Facebook page: https://www.dogstrust.ba/, Dogs Trust BH.: https://www.dogstrust.ba/, Dogs Trust BH.


Ariens Platinum 28 SHO RapidTrak
Model # 921057
Rapid Trak is an adjustable tracked or wheeled machine designed to provide users with unrivaled power and versatility in any snow and ice condition. Rapid Trak maintains traction even against high snow piles on hilly or slippery pavement and a wheeled setting provides quick, effortless maneuverability on flat surfaces. Intuitive, friendly design allows operators to switch between settings in seconds.
- Powerful 369 cc Ariens AX 4-cycle engine with electric start
- 28 in. clearing width and 21 in. intake height
- 3 adjustable positions: track mode, wheel mode and dig-in mode that delivers extra traction in deep snow and slippery conditions
- Super high output impeller blows snow up to 55 ft.
- Auto turn feature combines the power of a track machine with the zero turn radius of a wheeled unit
- All steel construction including chute and dash
- Remote chute control with 200° turn radius
- Other features include halogen headlight and hand warmers