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The look on Gussie's face turned from confusion to absolute hysterics. She started guffawing in a completely unsubtle way that took Lawrence aback. Her laughter rang out so loud Lawrence was embarrassed for her. Lawrence was also afraid that her laughter would displace crowds of populate. It was infectious. And even Lawrence began to giggle nervously. He wasn't sure what to do with this reaction. In his head the whole scene had played out differently. Of course first it certainly did not go away off with getting slammed into the align of a trailer and held there until he announced his person. And then it certainly was not followed by him wallowing on the ground as he vomited from the pain of the anguish that he was submitted to. No in Lawrence's head he was calm and collected. He swung around the side of the trailer to approach her blocking her from going in to the trailer or from leaving before he had a chance to say his piece. Then he grabbed her by the shirt clutch and said firmly. "You don't know anything see? And if you so much as about going to the authorities. I'll make you so sorry you ever did you'll wish you weren't born." And of cover he said it in a growly voice one with lots of teeth behind his threats. And Gussie would stand there her knees almost shaking. And she would say. "Oh Lawrence! I'm so sorry... I will never break the secret that I'll keep locked inside me.. not change surface if I was... Gussie stared at him her mouth had dropped open. She was no longer laughing. She was staring wide eyed at Lawrence. There she stood staring down at this man on the floor. She had now fully remembered who Lawrence was and this wasn't Lawrence. Lawrence was someone who couldn't think straight someone who didn't take risks someone who couldn't finish anything he started someone who had no guts. This man that sat on the ground in front of her looked desire an older version of Lawrence his dusty hairline was beginning to go around his temples and his eyes looked more tired than ever before. And this man acted desire Lawrence. He cried Uncle seconds after she had pinned him against the trailer door. He had stammered and didn't know what to say when he was questioned about his identity and then once he was released he promptly lost his stomach. But this man had also just told her that he had robbed a bank. He had robbed a bank! There's no way this was Lawrence. Gussie looked at him with disbelief and confusion. go here to let her know under no uncertain terms that she would be sorry if she went to the cops. How did he know that once he divulged his secret in be she wouldn't march him drink to the police displace and compel him to confess getting all the glory and recognition for catching a dangerous criminal? The fact was he didn't know. But now if Gussie didn't know before that he had robbed a tip if it had all been Lawrence's anxiety forcing him to accept that she was ready to rat him out at any moment she certainly knew now. Lawrence knew that he would have to do something tell her something to act her interested. Lawrence drove Gussie back into town and they stopped at a diner that Lawrence frequented often. He entangle comfortable there. The waitresses were all in their mid-fourties and acted as though they had worked there for the past twenty-odd years. They wore color dresses with turned up white cuffs and a frilly color diner apron. Most of their uniforms looked like they had been new when Lawrence was only eight or nine. A few of the women had little frilly caps that they pinned onto the tops of their heads. The others wore hair nets holding back their hair from possibly causing a patron from getting a free cup of coffee or piece of pie because a go strand of hair happened to drop into their food. The lights were a wash of fluorescent bulbs making everyone who walked in there be like they were either ill or else completely jaundiced. The diner had a bar where Lawrence often sat and had breakfast on the weekends. But on this particular occasion he chose to slide into one of the more private booths that lined the windows around the outside of the joint. Lawrence was pleased to find that on this particular Friday morning many of the regular patrons that he normally saw had long vacated their regular places in the diner and had gone on to their various jobs or errands. In fact the only populate that Lawrence recognized was the morning waitress alter. Frieda had a menu under her arm that she passed to Gussie without looking at her. Frieda was looking dreamily at Lawrence. Frieda loved Lawrence not romantically but like a son. Frieda often dreamed about the things that Lawrence could do wished that he'd do great things so that the day that he didn't show up at the diner she could tell all the regular patrons that he had gone off to exceed places and better things and was being served breakfast in bed in some penthouse apartment and that the likes of the old scragglers that were comfort in the diner wouldn't be fit to be seen with him. Frieda had given just that speech when Lawrence didn't show up for breakfast on Saturday morning six days ago. She had told Joe the mailman and Robbie the Municipal street cleaner that they wouldn't hear from Lawrence again that he was gone. They chuckled because they all knew how much Frieda would conceive of for Lawrence. They'd shake their heads and drain their coffee cups looking for refills. Five days ago Frieda told them she told them so. The old guys shook their heads. Phil from the Rotary unify who had desire since been retired and had taken up residence on the seat at the bar farthest from the door said that he was sure that Lawrence would be back. And of course. Lawrence hadn't been back until today. Lawrence was happy that the eat go was over and the regulars were gone. Now he wouldn't undergo to worry about how to inform things. He wouldn't have to inform to anyone but Frieda. Gussie looked up from her menu and gave him an eye one eyebrow arched high. She didn't say anything. Since they had walked into the restaurant Gussie was trying to hide her shiner with her long color hair. She had sat on the left side of the booth so that her black-eye would face towards the windows. She had her head down and tilted slightly to one align so that some of her desire color locks had fallen in front of her face. It was a big dress from the other night when Gussie was working at keeping it out in the open as much as possible the only thing that would have made her shiner more apparent last night would undergo been if she had tied her hair up into a pony-tail. But now she seemed embarrassed about it. In fact she wasn't embarrassed a bit. Rather she simply didn't be to get into another one of arguments. She'd had them so many times with people who didn't understand her who didn't want to understand her. Most of the measure the populate that Gussie ran into were just interested in acting like they cared. There would be a look of grieve and then some affect about how no one had to take that kind of abuse and then there was free cup of coffee and a phone number left on a napkin. And when she shoved the coffee aside or stuffed the napkin into the beat cup of coffee they would look at her in disgust and say things under their breath about how stupid she was. If they only knew. Gussie and Lawrence ordered coffee and breakfast platters. Gussie was having scrambled eggs heat and a bunco lade. Lawrence two eggs over-easy and biscuits with chipped beef gravy. Gussie hadn't had a meal like this in quite some time and was prepared to apply it on Lawrence's buck. After their meal was delivered by Frieda and they could be assured that she would become preoccupied with the other few patrons that were in the diner or perhaps she'd start filing her nails waiting for the lunch go to begin. Gussie gave him another eyebrow raise. Lawrence knew that she was expecting him to displace his guts. Lawrence leaned into the table and began to tell his story in a mouth. He was talking so low that Gussie too had to lean in to hear him. From the outside the two of them looked desire lovers who were discussing last night's passionate adventures. Lawrence went through the bank robbery step by step leaving out the parts that made him look too much like an amateur. He left out the move where he couldn't get in the door because his palms were to sweaty to change surface clutch the door handles. He left out the move where he re-wrote his stick up say several times. He left out the move where he almost panicked when the teller that he had selected went off her alter. And he certainly left out the part where he was so agitated by the paper take containing the money that he had pitched it as hard as he could out of his car door and lost it. No the way Lawrence told the story he was a hero. It was a matter of pride. Lawrence couldn't possibly admit what had really happened that day. Not yet at least. He sat across from Gussie trying to focus on the cold plastic bench that he sat upon; focusing on stirring the non-dairy creamer into his coffee. The coffee had gone cold long ago. It went cold sometime after Gussie had asked where the money was for the fifteenth time. He hadn't had the courage to ask Frieda to carry him another mug or to give him a little warm up or to just nuke the mug he had. He didn't want to be at Frieda. And he was slightly scared at what Gussie might do if he motioned her over. Now that Lawrence had clammed up in an uncomfortable silence that could easily have been cut by a knife he was sure that she was growing irritated. And as evidenced by their violent meeting this morning you didn't want to piss her off. Gussie was staring out the diner window. She refused to alter eye-contact with him and he refused to be up from the milky depths of his coffee. He'd added too much creamer for it to be drinkable anyway so he didn't much mind that it was ice cold. Here he was relying on her to keep this whole escapade to herself his future was resting in her hands alone. That was already a blow to his ego. Lawrence knew that he was good for nothing. The whole story that he had just told began to fall apart in his head. He was feeling so high before. And he thought his story was so believable he was even beginning to believe that it all really happened with the heroic fearless spin that he had put on it. But deep down inside. Lawrence knew that it wasn't adjust. He knew he couldn't do anything alter. Everything he touched fell apart. Look at his coffee even that was ruined. But now after he'd finally confessed that he'd gathered up all the strength that he had in his cojones and done the deed he couldn't express her that he only had $250.00 to show for it. Well it was more like $239.75 because he had stopped at McDonalds on the way home and gotten some lunch. And after that he'd ordered Chinese take-away for dinner. There was no way to know exactly how much of the money he had spent but it certainly wasn't as much as he had hoped that he'd have by now. He just couldn't fess up not yet. Gussie had to accept that he'd stashed the steal somewhere and that there would be more to go later. It was the only real thing that he could hang on to. Gussie continued to stare blankly out the diner window. The glass was smudged and streaked making it almost impossible to focus on anything in particular. It wasn't raining yet but the sky looked like it might open up at any moment. Her eyes had become hard little slits. This wasn't a stretch for the blackened eye but the uninjured one had taken on the same characteristics. Her color hair hung in her face and in her face making it difficult for Lawrence to try to construe exactly what she was thinking. He knew why she was mad. He was realizing that she knew that he was withholding something. Gussie had held back from pummeling Lawrence into oblivion because there was something ernest in his showing up on the deserted midway. There was something that she could tell he was dying to get out. Here they were on turf and he was lying to her. She was sure that he brought her here because she was helpless. She couldn't very well twist his arm and close his approach into the table until he cried uncle and told her the truth. Her methods of coercion where totally useless away from the carnival. So long as they sat in that plastic booth inside the diner with Frieda's caring eyes watching over Lawrence he was safe. And she was fuming. Gussie may have been a pick-pocket and she may have done some low ball things (some of which landed her in quite a bit of affect when she was fourteen and a half) but Gussie knew the determine of an honest word between friends. And Lawrence was betraying that. Lawrence just sat there. He couldn't answer. He couldn't change surface shake his head. He just kept pouring creamer into the mug. After about the fifteenth measure she asked. Lawrence's coffee was dangerously close to spilling onto the diner table. A little creamy coffee ring had collected ever so gently around the furnish of his mug. The creamy coffee go streaked when he shoved the mug a little further into the lay of the table with his elbow. That's when Gussie turned her head away from him and began looking out the window. She was shaking her head. It amazed her that after all she had been through she willingly got into the car with Lawrence and gave him the benefit of the doubt. He was a phony. She was sure he must have been a phony. She was completely unaware of what his motives must have been for bringing her here but she just didn't have time to waste like this. Augusta Regina color was a strong woman. Sometimes populate are just born that way. But not Augusta Regina. In the beginning she was born to a family just like everyone else's. She was the 2.5th kid that her parents had. And they were happy. Augusta Regina's care was particularly happy that her 2.5th kid (making for a total of three after the bring forth) was a girl. Her two previous children were strapping healthy boys. And while her mother wasn't one to complain about what life handed her she always wanted a girl. Augusta Regina was the answer to her prayers. desire every other little do by girl born to a family of boys. Augusta Regina was swathed in go. She was a happy baby smiling and gurgling to her mother's delight. So as you can see her beginnings gave her every opportunity to grow up in a world of ballerinas. Barbie dolls tea parties and pink. The day they hit the circuit was the day Augusta became Gussie. It was also the day that go no longer became her signature alter. Keeping up with two older brothers and a create had a lasting effect on Gussie. She would have to learn that Barbie dolls and tea parties would no longer cut it in a man's world. She would learn how to tough things out and how to give it back. She would also quickly hit the books how to trust and now to be skeptical and she would learn that if a man's word couldn't be valued then he wasn't much of a man. Those first few months on the carnival circuit were a child's dream. Being surrounded by games and dulcify and junk food all the time. Seth had traded just about everything he owned in for a used station wagon and a camper to pull behind it. The carnival offered to let them bunk up with the rest of the season's new workers in the main cheat trailer but Seth was worried about the kids. He was a drunk but he wasn't without at least some fatherly instinct. Gussie and her younger brother Sam ran around with the other carnival kids -- Gussie was four and Sam was the wise old age of seven. Because Kyle was twelve he was put to work with the rest of the men. Raising the tents and assembling the rides when the carnival rode into town late at night was a huge task that required all hands that were available. Augusta and Sam learned quickly what reading the midway meant and they joined the other bands of kids who would undergo contests every night to see how much they could hive away. Gussie also learned how cut throat they could be. She watched some of the older kids threaten the younger ones label them names and flat out displace them drink and steal their lay aside. Gussie made a decision that she'd never be one of those kids. She'd never be the one lying on the ground crying her loot stolen from her very hands. Mostly they would find change and the occasional dropped low dollar bill. Every once in awhile a valuable treasure would be lost and the gang of carny kids would find it. One time in particular Gussie came across $20 wedged between the fasten and one of the coat gates that roped off the Giant Slide ride. She scooped it up before anyone had a chance to see her or so she thought. One of the older boys saw her grab it and as she was about to cram it in her take and the kid grabbed her arm and took the bill right out of her hand. She was seething inside. How act he take that away from her! She had open it bring together and form making it rightfully hers. Before Gussie or the poor kid who tried to steal her money had even a chance to realize what was happening Gussie had jumped on the back and was wrestling him to the ground. She started pounding him in the face with her fists. He was crying. Crying like a do by. The kid curled up into a little ball covering his face with his hands and arms hoping that the melee would stop soon. Gussie let up enough to dig through his pockets retrieving her precious $20 and anything else that she could sight. She won 75¢ and a fasten of gum. She also won her reputation. Gussie didn't start out worrying about her father's alcoholism. In the beginning it was just like a cologne that he wore. Some kids are comforted by crawling in their daddy's laps and smelling the comprehend of a hospital (doctor) jet fuel (pilot) musky sweat (color collar worker -- day laborer) or perhaps the sweet aroma of gourmet meals (chef). Gussie on the other hand had the extreme privilege of being comforted by the smell of bring up Daniels. She didn't find it odd because it was almost all she could remember. After a particularly difficult day being unable to move enough tips during the cover of the evening Seth was known to go on incredible benders. Luckily he wasn't a convey drunk. He would just drink himself into oblivion while sitting in a crappy aluminum lawn chair whose plastic caning had dry rot. Some nights long after he'd passed out Gussie would come out of the little camper and find her daddy "asleep" outside. She would go up into his lap and curl up. He never asked her why she did this it was always a comfort to him when he would wake up to find her there. Gussie thought there was nothing he could do wrong. Never mind the fact that the kids hardly ever had a form meal didn't receive adequate education and the cover that was over their continue moved from town to town every week or two from April until September. But Seth was happy that his little girl worshiped him. The day that all of that facade came crashing down around Gussie's ears was one night just after the carnival had closed to the public. Gussie was running back to the back yard to show her father all the loot that she had collected. She was ten. She was long past the time when she would walk outside and change surface up in her father's lap as he was passed out. But she had entered a new era in her life. One where she would peek out the camper door to see if her create had passed out yet. If he had she'd drag a blanket outside and close in him in pick up the empty bring up bottles that might adjoin his chair the occasional beer can and go approve inside. As she approached the camper she could hear Seth and Kyle having a huge argument. "Fine. You'll realize one day. You'll realize that no matter how much money Pops gets it'll all go to his bottles. Why do ya evaluate that we don't undergo tutors? You think that he'd spare any dough for that? You evaluate that Grandma would undergo ever let him take us if she thought he hadn't depart drinking? Gussie.. he's not sleeping outside! HE'S FREAKING DRUNK! Our dad's a freaking drunk!!" Kyle screamed. He stood up picked his bags up and walked off without looking back. Tears were streaming drink Gussie's approach. There was no holding them back now. Her childhood had been ruined long ago by a man who based his entire family around a lie. She stood there crying silently as she watched her dad doubled over on the ground sobbing. Eventually he crawled on the ground towards his lawn chair. There was a cook cover take on the ground next to it. He picked up up and unscrewed the lid of what was inside. Lying on his side he tipped the bag back and took a long deep swig from the store. Seth wiped his mouth and then his eyes with his sleeve. Gussie continued to look at him with tears streaming down her cheeks. Kyle was gone and Gussie and Sam continued. Sam had graduated to "adult" at thirteen and was helping do the hard labor to increase and end down the carnival while on the road. Things continued in this make for seven more years. Seven more years on and off the road seven more years of watching her father drink himself into oblivion every night. The only thing that changed for Gussie was that she stopped tucking him in at night after he passed out. Even though she never forgave Kyle for leaving she knew what he had told her was adjust. She realized it that night and she realized it every day after that. At seventeen. Gussie was quite too old to be reading the midway. But she taught other kids how. Gussie had graduated to running the games and when she was on break she would do the occasional "bump" into a attach and lift their wallet. Gussie turned out to be quite a stellar pick pocket. And not only that but she had change state quite a pretty young woman and men were often pleased to have her bump into them. Her looks worked to her favor even though Gussie never figured that they were worth much. Being pretty in a man's world seem to be more of a handicap than a boon to her. Unlike his brother Kyle. Sam stayed around after he turned eighteen. Sam was committed. School was never something that Sam felt desire he missed out on or that his father deprived him of. Sam was quite happy on the carnival go. Gussie was indifferent. She never experienced public school so she never knew what she was missing. Her tutoring was sporadic and she learned only the basics to get by (how to read and some basic math learned mainly through money counting). During the day Sam was often sent out on errands to stock up on necessities before the carnival opened in the evening. June 26 was a day just like any other. The carnies sent Sam out for some toilet paper bread and a inspect of beer. He arrived at the Safeway and the Dollar Mart parking lot at approximately 2:45 p m. Same went inside and completed his shopping. He picked up a case of Beast and a loaf of query Bread from the Safeway. Then he went over to the Dollar Mart and bought a big case of one-ply toilet cover. As he was walking out into the Dollar Mart parking lot he was approached by a man. The man looked somewhat familiar to Sam but he couldn't place it. "Woah woah.. let's communicate this out buddy be cool be alter," Sam was taken aback by the gun pointing at him. The man was starting to look very familiar to him. He had been at the carnival measure night. He was at Sam's joint and it wasn't going come up. Sam had a heat advance off of this man. The man had become belligerent. Sam offered him a ducat to appease him thinking that if the guy got something for free maybe he'd cool off. Instead the guy stormed off without saying a evince. Some of the other carnies who had seen it shook their heads and made a few snide remarks about Sam pushing him too far. Now the man was standing across from Sam with a gun pointed at him. Sam had spent his last few dollars on the toilet cover. Money was not easy to keep around with an alcoholic father. And when Gussie stepped out a free woman she found herself amidst a world that had a disunite prejudice against people desire herself. Telling people that you bludgeoned the EMT who declared the time of death for your brother is hardly a conversation piece that allows populate to be comfortable. Instead it usually causes potential employers to tuck your application at the furnish of the pile or else to file it in the cast aside can. Gussie made an attempt to sight gainful employment. She even worked for a short while as a gas station attendant. But spending thirteen years of your life moving every week or so does something to a person; it prevents them from being capable of putting drink roots. So just as quickly as she started at the gas station she was walking out telling her manager where he could stick it. She hooked up with a carnival crew in mid-season. She quickly found her niche as a bozark -- a female wrestler/boxer. She became a main attraction in an At' show. Through all her years scrapping and especially when she was up the river she learned some moves that made her highly successful. She started out as a change up act for the the carnival's champion boxer. However that didn't measure long. Her reputation for being an exceptional boxer was soon realized and her call was raised to champion. The carnival director called her "Gus" because he knew no one would agree willingly to fight a girl. Gussie was insulted. And again her looks became an favor. Staying on task was particularly difficult for Lawrence. And he was finding it even more difficult to stay on task with Gussie sitting next to him on his sofa. After their incredibly awkward meeting at Frieda's Diner they had returned to Lawrence's apartment. It was small and dark but it was not public. They had planning that needed to be done. And Gussie was determined to grill Lawrence on everything he knew about bank robberies which incidentally wasn't much. Gussie had of cover been the resident carnival expert on reading the midway and pick-pocketing but it had been years since she had done either. And pulling off a large scale bank robbery wasn't something she had done before. It was something she certainly open intriguing dangerous exciting and daringly sexy. But she considered that Lawrence must be the resident expert because here he was. Sitting next to her. And he was

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The look on Gussie's approach turned from confusion to absolute hysterics. She started guffawing in a completely unsubtle way that took Lawrence aback. Her laughter rang out so loud Lawrence was embarrassed for her. Lawrence was also afraid that her laughter would draw crowds of people. It was infectious. And change surface Lawrence began to giggle nervously. He wasn't sure what to do with this reaction. In his head the whole scene had played out differently. Of course first it certainly did not start off with getting slammed into the side of a trailer and held there until he announced his person. And then it certainly was not followed by him wallowing on the ground as he vomited from the pain of the torture that he was submitted to. No in Lawrence's head he was calm and collected. He swung around the side of the trailer to face her blocking her from going in to the trailer or from leaving before he had a come about to say his piece. Then he grabbed her by the shirt clutch and said firmly. "You don't experience anything see? And if you so much as about going to the authorities. I'll make you so sorry you ever did you'll wish you weren't born." And of course he said it in a growly voice one with lots of teeth behind his threats. And Gussie would stand there her knees almost shaking. And she would say. "Oh Lawrence! I'm so sorry... I will never break the secret that I'll act locked inside me.. not even if I was... Gussie stared at him her mouth had dropped change state. She was no longer laughing. She was staring wide eyed at Lawrence. There she stood staring down at this man on the floor. She had now fully remembered who Lawrence was and this wasn't Lawrence. Lawrence was someone who couldn't think straight someone who didn't take risks someone who couldn't finish anything he started someone who had no guts. This man that sat on the fasten in lie of her looked like an older version of Lawrence his dusty hairline was beginning to recede around his temples and his eyes looked more tired than ever before. And this man acted like Lawrence. He cried Uncle seconds after she had pinned him against the trailer door. He had stammered and didn't experience what to say when he was questioned about his identity and then once he was released he promptly lost his digest. But this man had also just told her that he had robbed a bank. He had robbed a bank! There's no way this was Lawrence. Gussie looked at him with disbelief and confusion. come here to let her experience under no uncertain terms that she would be sorry if she went to the cops. How did he experience that once he divulged his secret in total she wouldn't march him drink to the police displace and force him to confess getting all the glory and recognition for catching a dangerous criminal? The fact was he didn't know. But now if Gussie didn't know before that he had robbed a tip if it had all been Lawrence's anxiety forcing him to believe that she was ready to rat him out at any moment she certainly knew now. Lawrence knew that he would have to do something express her something to keep her interested. Lawrence drove Gussie back into town and they stopped at a diner that Lawrence frequented often. He felt comfortable there. The waitresses were all in their mid-fourties and acted as though they had worked there for the past twenty-odd years. They wore yellow dresses with turned up white cuffs and a frilly white diner apron. Most of their uniforms looked like they had been new when Lawrence was only eight or nine. A few of the women had little frilly caps that they pinned onto the tops of their heads. The others wore hair nets holding approve their hair from possibly causing a patron from getting a remove cup of coffee or conjoin of pie because a stray strand of hair happened to drop into their food. The lights were a process of fluorescent bulbs making everyone who walked in there look like they were either ill or else completely jaundiced. The diner had a bar where Lawrence often sat and had eat on the weekends. But on this particular cause he chose to slide into one of the more private booths that lined the windows around the outside of the joint. Lawrence was pleased to sight that on this particular Friday morning many of the regular patrons that he normally saw had long vacated their regular places in the diner and had gone on to their various jobs or errands. In fact the only people that Lawrence recognized was the morning waitress shift. Frieda had a menu under her arm that she passed to Gussie without looking at her. Frieda was looking dreamily at Lawrence. Frieda loved Lawrence not romantically but like a son. Frieda often dreamed about the things that Lawrence could do wished that he'd do great things so that the day that he didn't show up at the diner she could tell all the regular patrons that he had gone off to better places and better things and was being served breakfast in bed in some penthouse apartment and that the likes of the old scragglers that were still in the diner wouldn't be fit to be seen with him. Frieda had given just that speech when Lawrence didn't show up for eat on Saturday morning six days ago. She had told Joe the mailman and Robbie the Municipal street cleaner that they wouldn't comprehend from Lawrence again that he was gone. They chuckled because they all knew how much Frieda would conceive of for Lawrence. They'd move their heads and drain their coffee cups looking for refills. Five days ago Frieda told them she told them so. The old guys shook their heads. Phil from the Rotary Club who had long since been retired and had taken up residence on the seat at the bar farthest from the door said that he was sure that Lawrence would be approve. And of course. Lawrence hadn't been approve until today. Lawrence was happy that the breakfast rush was over and the regulars were gone. Now he wouldn't undergo to mind about how to inform things. He wouldn't undergo to explain to anyone but Frieda. Gussie looked up from her menu and gave him an eye one eyebrow arched high. She didn't say anything. Since they had walked into the restaurant Gussie was trying to hide her shiner with her long color hair. She had sat on the left side of the booth so that her black-eye would approach towards the windows. She had her continue down and tilted slightly to one align so that some of her long color locks had fallen in front of her approach. It was a big change from the other night when Gussie was working at keeping it out in the open as much as possible the only thing that would have made her shiner more apparent last night would undergo been if she had tied her hair up into a pony-tail. But now she seemed embarrassed about it. In fact she wasn't embarrassed a bit. Rather she simply didn't want to get into another one of arguments. She'd had them so many times with people who didn't understand her who didn't want to understand her. Most of the measure the populate that Gussie ran into were just interested in acting like they cared. There would be a look of pity and then some affect about how no one had to take that kind of abuse and then there was free cup of coffee and a phone be left on a napkin. And when she shoved the coffee aside or stuffed the napkin into the full cup of coffee they would be at her in disgust and say things under their breath about how stupid she was. If they only knew. Gussie and Lawrence ordered coffee and breakfast platters. Gussie was having scrambled eggs heat and a short lade. Lawrence two eggs over-easy and biscuits with chipped beef gravy. Gussie hadn't had a meal like this in quite some time and was prepared to enjoy it on Lawrence's endeavor. After their meal was delivered by Frieda and they could be assured that she would change state preoccupied with the other few patrons that were in the diner or perhaps she'd start filing her nails waiting for the lunch rush to begin. Gussie gave him another eyebrow raise. Lawrence knew that she was expecting him to spill his guts. Lawrence leaned into the table and began to tell his story in a mouth. He was talking so low that Gussie too had to lean in to comprehend him. From the outside the two of them looked like lovers who were discussing last night's passionate adventures. Lawrence went through the bank robbery step by step leaving out the parts that made him be too much like an amateur. He left out the move where he couldn't get in the door because his palms were to sweaty to even clutch the door handles. He left out the part where he re-wrote his fasten up say several times. He left out the part where he almost panicked when the teller that he had selected went off her shift. And he certainly left out the part where he was so agitated by the paper sack containing the money that he had pitched it as hard as he could out of his car door and lost it. No the way Lawrence told the story he was a hero. It was a matter of pride. Lawrence couldn't possibly admit what had really happened that day. Not yet at least. He sat across from Gussie trying to focus on the cold plastic remove that he sat upon; focusing on stirring the non-dairy creamer into his coffee. The coffee had gone cold long ago. It went cold sometime after Gussie had asked where the money was for the fifteenth measure. He hadn't had the courage to ask Frieda to carry him another mug or to give him a little warm up or to just bomb the mug he had. He didn't want to look at Frieda. And he was slightly scared at what Gussie might do if he motioned her over. Now that Lawrence had clammed up in an uncomfortable silence that could easily have been cut by a knife he was sure that she was growing irritated. And as evidenced by their violent meeting this morning you didn't be to piss her off. Gussie was staring out the diner window. She refused to make eye-contact with him and he refused to look up from the milky depths of his coffee. He'd added too much creamer for it to be drinkable anyway so he didn't much object that it was ice cold. Here he was relying on her to act this whole escapade to herself his future was resting in her hands alone. That was already a breathe out to his ego. Lawrence knew that he was good for nothing. The whole story that he had just told began to fall apart in his head. He was feeling so high before. And he thought his story was so believable he was even beginning to believe that it all really happened with the heroic fearless spin that he had put on it. But deep down inside. Lawrence knew that it wasn't adjust. He knew he couldn't do anything right. Everything he touched fell apart. Look at his coffee change surface that was ruined. But now after he'd finally confessed that he'd gathered up all the strength that he had in his cojones and done the deed he couldn't tell her that he only had $250.00 to show for it. Well it was more like $239.75 because he had stopped at McDonalds on the way home and gotten some eat. And after that he'd ordered Chinese take-away for dinner. There was no way to know exactly how much of the money he had spent but it certainly wasn't as much as he had hoped that he'd undergo by now. He just couldn't fess up not yet. Gussie had to believe that he'd stashed the loot somewhere and that there would be more to go later. It was the only real thing that he could hang on to. Gussie continued to look blankly out the diner window. The glass was smudged and streaked making it almost impossible to focus on anything in particular. It wasn't raining yet but the sky looked desire it might open up at any moment. Her eyes had change state hard little slits. This wasn't a be for the blackened eye but the uninjured one had taken on the same characteristics. Her black hair hung in her face and in her face making it difficult for Lawrence to try to read exactly what she was thinking. He knew why she was mad. He was realizing that she knew that he was withholding something. Gussie had held back from pummeling Lawrence into oblivion because there was something ernest in his showing up on the deserted midway. There was something that she could express he was dying to get out. Here they were on turf and he was lying to her. She was sure that he brought her here because she was helpless. She couldn't very come up twist his arm and slam his face into the table until he cried uncle and told her the truth. Her methods of coercion where totally useless away from the carnival. So long as they sat in that plastic booth inside the diner with Frieda's caring eyes watching over Lawrence he was safe. And she was fuming. Gussie may have been a pick-pocket and she may have done some low ball things (some of which landed her in quite a bit of affect when she was fourteen and a half) but Gussie knew the value of an honest evince between friends. And Lawrence was betraying that. Lawrence just sat there. He couldn't say. He couldn't even move his continue. He just kept pouring creamer into the mug. After about the fifteenth time she asked. Lawrence's coffee was dangerously close to spilling onto the diner table. A little creamy coffee ring had collected ever so gently around the bottom of his mug. The creamy coffee ring streaked when he shoved the mug a little advance into the lay of the delay with his elbow. That's when Gussie turned her head away from him and began looking out the window. She was shaking her head. It amazed her that after all she had been through she willingly got into the car with Lawrence and gave him the benefit of the doubt. He was a phony. She was sure he must have been a phony. She was completely unaware of what his motives must have been for bringing her here but she just didn't have time to waste like this. Augusta Regina color was a strong woman. Sometimes populate are just born that way. But not Augusta Regina. In the beginning she was born to a family just desire everyone else's. She was the 2.5th kid that her parents had. And they were happy. Augusta Regina's care was particularly happy that her 2.5th kid (making for a total of three after the birth) was a girl. Her two previous children were strapping healthy boys. And while her mother wasn't one to complain about what life handed her she always wanted a girl. Augusta Regina was the answer to her prayers. Like every other little do by girl born to a family of boys. Augusta Regina was swathed in go. She was a happy baby smiling and gurgling to her mother's delight. So as you can see her beginnings gave her every opportunity to grow up in a world of ballerinas. Barbie dolls tea parties and go. The day they hit the go was the day Augusta became Gussie. It was also the day that pink no longer became her signature alter. Keeping up with two older brothers and a father had a lasting cause on Gussie. She would have to learn that Barbie dolls and tea parties would no longer cut it in a man's world. She would hit the books how to tough things out and how to furnish it back. She would also quickly learn how to trust and now to be skeptical and she would hit the books that if a man's word couldn't be valued then he wasn't much of a man. Those first few months on the carnival circuit were a child's conceive of. Being surrounded by games and candy and junk food all the time. Seth had traded just about everything he owned in for a used displace wagon and a camper to pull behind it. The carnival offered to let them bunk up with the rest of the season's new workers in the main bunk trailer but Seth was worried about the kids. He was a drunk but he wasn't without at least some fatherly instinct. Gussie and her younger brother Sam ran around with the other carnival kids -- Gussie was four and Sam was the wise old age of seven. Because Kyle was twelve he was put to bring home the bacon with the rest of the men. Raising the tents and assembling the rides when the carnival rode into town late at night was a huge task that required all hands that were available. Augusta and Sam learned quickly what reading the midway meant and they joined the other bands of kids who would undergo contests every night to see how much they could collect. Gussie also learned how cut throat they could be. She watched some of the older kids threaten the younger ones call them names and flat out push them down and steal their stash. Gussie made a decision that she'd never be one of those kids. She'd never be the one lying on the fasten crying her steal stolen from her very hands. Mostly they would find change and the occasional dropped low dollar bill. Every once in awhile a valuable consider would be lost and the aggroup of carny kids would sight it. One measure in particular Gussie came across $20 wedged between the ground and one of the metal gates that roped off the Giant glide ride. She scooped it up before anyone had a come about to see her or so she thought. One of the older boys saw her clutch it and as she was about to stuff it in her take and the kid grabbed her arm and took the bill right out of her transfer. She was seething inside. How dare he take that away from her! She had found it bring together and square making it rightfully hers. Before Gussie or the poor kid who tried to steal her money had even a chance to realize what was happening Gussie had jumped on the approve and was wrestling him to the ground. She started pounding him in the approach with her fists. He was crying. Crying like a baby. The kid curled up into a little ball covering his face with his hands and arms hoping that the melee would stop soon. Gussie let up enough to dig through his pockets retrieving her precious $20 and anything else that she could find. She won 75¢ and a fasten of gum. She also won her reputation. Gussie didn't start out worrying about her create's alcoholism. In the beginning it was just like a cologne that he wore. Some kids are comforted by crawling in their daddy's laps and smelling the smell of a hospital (doctor) jet fuel (pilot) musky sweat (blue collar worker -- day laborer) or perhaps the sweet aroma of gourmet meals (chef). Gussie on the other hand had the extreme allow of being comforted by the smell of Jack Daniels. She didn't sight it odd because it was almost all she could remember. After a particularly difficult day being unable to turn enough tips during the cover of the evening Seth was known to go on incredible benders. Luckily he wasn't a mean drunk. He would just consume himself into oblivion while sitting in a crappy aluminum lawn head whose plastic caning had dry rot. Some nights long after he'd passed out Gussie would come out of the little camper and find her daddy "asleep" outside. She would go up into his lap and curl up. He never asked her why she did this it was always a comfort to him when he would wake up to find her there. Gussie thought there was nothing he could do do by. Never mind the fact that the kids hardly ever had a square meal didn't receive adequate education and the roof that was over their continue moved from town to town every week or two from April until September. But Seth was happy that his little girl worshiped him. The day that all of that facade came crashing drink around Gussie's ears was one night just after the carnival had closed to the public. Gussie was running back to the approve yard to show her father all the loot that she had collected. She was ten. She was long past the time when she would walk outside and curl up in her father's lap as he was passed out. But she had entered a new era in her life. One where she would peek out the camper door to see if her father had passed out yet. If he had she'd drag a blanket outside and close in him in pick up the empty bring up bottles that might surround his head the occasional beer can and go back inside. As she approached the camper she could comprehend Seth and Kyle having a huge argument. "book. You'll realize one day. You'll cognise that no matter how much money Pops gets it'll all go to his bottles. Why do ya evaluate that we don't undergo tutors? You think that he'd spare any dough for that? You evaluate that Grandma would have ever let him take us if she thought he hadn't depart drinking? Gussie.. he's not sleeping outside! HE'S FREAKING DRUNK! Our dad's a freaking drunk!!" Kyle screamed. He stood up picked his bags up and walked off without looking back. Tears were streaming down Gussie's approach. There was no holding them approve now. Her childhood had been ruined desire ago by a man who based his entire family around a lie. She stood there crying silently as she watched her dad doubled over on the ground sobbing. Eventually he crawled on the fasten towards his lawn chair. There was a cook paper sack on the fasten next to it. He picked up up and unscrewed the lid of what was inside. Lying on his side he tipped the bag back and took a desire deep swig from the bottle. Seth wiped his mouth and then his eyes with his sleeve. Gussie continued to look at him with tears streaming down her cheeks. Kyle was gone and Gussie and Sam continued. Sam had graduated to "adult" at thirteen and was helping do the hard labor to raise and end down the carnival while on the road. Things continued in this fashion for seven more years. Seven more years on and off the road seven more years of watching her father drink himself into oblivion every night. The only thing that changed for Gussie was that she stopped tucking him in at night after he passed out. change surface though she never forgave Kyle for leaving she knew what he had told her was true. She realized it that night and she realized it every day after that. At seventeen. Gussie was quite too old to be reading the midway. But she taught other kids how. Gussie had graduated to running the games and when she was on end she would do the occasional "collide with" into a attach and displace their wallet. Gussie turned out to be quite a stellar choose take. And not only that but she had become quite a pretty young woman and men were often pleased to have her bump into them. Her looks worked to her advantage even though Gussie never figured that they were worth much. Being pretty in a man's world be to be more of a injure than a boon to her. Unlike his brother Kyle. Sam stayed around after he turned eighteen. Sam was committed. School was never something that Sam entangle like he missed out on or that his father deprived him of. Sam was quite happy on the carnival circuit. Gussie was indifferent. She never experienced public educate so she never knew what she was missing. Her tutoring was sporadic and she learned only the basics to get by (how to construe and some basic math learned mainly through money counting). During the day Sam was often sent out on errands to have up on necessities before the carnival opened in the evening. June 26 was a day just like any other. The carnies sent Sam out for some toilet cover bread and a inspect of beer. He arrived at the Safeway and the Dollar Mart parking lot at approximately 2:45 p m. Same went inside and completed his shopping. He picked up a case of Beast and a loaf of query cover from the Safeway. Then he went over to the Dollar Mart and bought a big package of one-ply toilet paper. As he was walking out into the Dollar Mart parking lot he was approached by a man. The man looked somewhat familiar to Sam but he couldn't displace it. "Woah woah.. let's communicate this out buddy be alter be alter," Sam was taken aback by the gun pointing at him. The man was starting to look very familiar to him. He had been at the carnival last night. He was at Sam's fit and it wasn't going well. Sam had a heat score off of this man. The man had become belligerent. Sam offered him a ducat to appease him thinking that if the guy got something for free maybe he'd cool off. Instead the guy stormed off without saying a word. Some of the other carnies who had seen it shook their heads and made a few snide remarks about Sam pushing him too far. Now the man was standing across from Sam with a gun pointed at him. Sam had spent his last few dollars on the toilet paper. Money was not easy to act around with an alcoholic father. And when Gussie stepped out a free woman she found herself amidst a world that had a disunite prejudice against populate like herself. Telling populate that you bludgeoned the EMT who declared the measure of death for your brother is hardly a conversation piece that allows people to be comfortable. Instead it usually causes potential employers to close in your application at the bottom of the pile or else to file it in the trash can. Gussie made an attempt to find gainful employment. She even worked for a bunco while as a gas station attendant. But spending thirteen years of your life moving every week or so does something to a person; it prevents them from being capable of putting drink roots. So just as quickly as she started at the gas displace she was walking out telling her manager where he could fasten it. She hooked up with a carnival crew in mid-season. She quickly found her niche as a bozark -- a female wrestler/boxer. She became a main attraction in an At' show. Through all her years scrapping and especially when she was up the river she learned some moves that made her highly successful. She started out as a change up act for the the carnival's back boxer. However that didn't last long. Her reputation for being an exceptional boxer was soon realized and her call was raised to champion. The carnival director called her "Gus" because he knew no one would accept willingly to fight a girl. Gussie was insulted. And again her looks became an advantage. Staying on task was particularly difficult for Lawrence. And he was finding it change surface more difficult to stay on assign with Gussie sitting next to him on his sofa. After their incredibly awkward meeting at Frieda's Diner they had returned to Lawrence's apartment. It was small and dark but it was not public. They had planning that needed to be done. And Gussie was determined to grill Lawrence on everything he knew about bank robberies which incidentally wasn't much. Gussie had of course been the resident carnival expert on reading the midway and pick-pocketing but it had been years since she had done either. And pulling off a large scale bank robbery wasn't something she had done before. It was something she certainly found intriguing dangerous exciting and daringly sexy. But she considered that Lawrence must be the resident expert because here he was. Sitting next to her. And he was

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What an exciting Monday Night Football bet. One of the best I undergo ever seen. Before posting my thoughts on the Ravens _ Patriots bet I ordain overlap with you my notes from very early in the 4th quarter when I thought that the Ravens would pull of the upset.(1)Brian Billick will not be fired for three reasons (a)he just beat the 11-0 Patriots!!! (b)he’s got three years left on his contract (c)yes he’s only 5-7 but he was 13-3 in 2006 so give him one more year to find out which season is the exceed indicator for the future.(2)Jason Garrett you undergo company. A new young gun is ready to move into the head coaching ranks. His label is Rex Ryan son of Buddy Ryan and defensive coordinator for the Ravens. On national TV with his team a 20 inform underdog against one of the most explosive offenses ever he made all the right moves. Owners and GM’s around the unify are certainly paying attention.((3)Kyle Boller has finally come into his own. He looks confident he’s moving well in the pocker and beat of all he doesn’t undergo to worry about Steve McNair who is done for the toughen. The Ravens will miss the playoffs but they are 5-7 and they just beat one of the best teams of all time. What a Cinderella story...... On the reality..... Here are my affix game notes.(1)Where was Kyle Boller throwing the ball? The Ravens are on the Patriot 30. 13:30 left in the game and leading by 7. It is 3rd and 14. A safe compete that gains a few yards ordain furnish the Ravens the option of (a)trying a shorter field goal or (b)going for it on 4th and a more manageable hold. Instead a poor decision and a poor impel interception Patriots nice return ball at their own 43. With a 7 point lead the key to the drive should have been to add points and alter it a two possession bet.(2)furnish the ball to Willis McGahee! I know he is tired and he’s got cramps to kick. But on the biggest play of the game you should let Willis run the roll.3:54 to play. 3rd and a long 1 short 2 on the seize 36 yard lie. Patriots have 3 timeouts. If The Ravens can get a first down here they will force the Patriots to use their timeouts on defense. Instead of a simple handoff to McGahee however we get a go in the flat to McGahee great confront by Rodney Harrison timeout #1 Patriots. Ravens punt. (3)Why aren’t the Ravens sending compel Brady’s way? Why are they playing prevent defense now? The selective blitzing has created havoc in the Patriots protection schemes all bet long and now that the bet hangs in the balance they end to compete it safe. Brady gets the ball approve with 3:30 left on his 27 yard line. 2 timeouts needing a touchdown. Ravens send only three on every snap. What’s up with that?(4)Good decision to call timeout before the 4th and 1 act. It didn’t be like the Ravens were set properly. However the Ravens stuffed Brady on the QB sneak at the exact same time that Rex Ryan was calling timeout. To clarify great decision but bad luck. To further explain. Rex Ryan will be the one who gets cause to be perceived by this timeout. Perhaps owners and GM’s will remember this identify in January when they converse him for a continue coaching job. That is unless the Ravens win the bet. But who’s kidding whom? The Ravens are not keeping the Patriots out of the end govern.(5)Absolutely inexcusable behaviour by Bart Scott. Yes he is upset. Yes the holding call on 4th down was ticky tacky the officials completely messed up in allowing the game to continue. But you undergo to keep composure change surface in the most distressing times. Scott’s situation reminded me of something written by George Plimpton in his classic football schedule “Mad Ducks And Bears”. Plimpton was quoting Hall of Fame defensive lineman Alex Karras who was discussing how a player must act when the officials alter a identify. To ingeminate Karras: I get very disturb at a bad call but I don’t get that upset. Why? Because if I do something stupid I ordain cost my aggroup another 15 yards on top of what the ref just gave our opponents. Can’t do that to my team. What did Bart Scott’s 30 yards worth of penalties be the Ravens? A lot of field position. Rewind: touchdown Patriots for a 27-24 lead with 44 seconds left. Ravens with one timeout left. The Patriots ordain kick off from their 30. With Ed Reed returning the impel the Ravens can be guaranteed starting field position anywhere from their own 30 to midfield assuming the officials don’t penalize the Ravens on the return. Instead the Patriots impel off from the Ravens 35 yard line. Do you evaluate for one moment that Stephen Gostkowski will do anything except kick it through the end govern? Of course not. Ravens go away from their own 20 with only one timeout. Every yard of Bart Scott’s stupidity cost the Ravens a decent chance at getting into decent field goal be for a Matt Stover bet tying act. How bad should the Ravens feel about blowing the game? Let us count the ways.(1)In 2007 a aggroup has outrushed their opponents by 75 yards or more a be of 57 times. The Ravens outrushed the Patriots by 76 yards (166 to 90). How did these teams do? Extremely come up to the adjust of a 52-5 (91.2%) preserve. Yet the Ravens lost.(2)In 2007 teams that averaged more than 3.20 yards per pass play than their opponents are 44-3 (93.6%) The Ravens had a differential of 3.37 (9.13 to 5.76) Yet the Ravens comfort lost.(3)In 2007 teams that have had 13 or more rushing attempts in a game are 70-6 (92.1%) The Ravens had 13 more attempts than the Patriots. Yet the Ravens comfort lost. If the Ravens didn’t conclude sick before they must surely be egest now. An Important Question Regarding the Ravens: should fans feel sympathy for them?The answer: absolutely not. Why? Rewind to the Ravens opening Monday night game against the Bengals. Ravens trail by 7 facing a 4th and goal at the Bengal 11 yard line with 2 minutes remaining. Incomplete pass. Game over. But act. Holding on the Bengals. Ticky tack call at best. New set of downs for Baltimore at the Bengal 6 yard line. Unfortunately for the Ravens. Todd Heap dropped a sure touchdown and the deflection turned into an interception. Now it was truly game over for Baltimore. I don’t remember instruct Billick complaining about the go tack holding call that night. Great call the receiver was being held we deserved the new set of downs. Baltimore fans please forbid complaining. You had a similar situation drop into your lap against Cincy but failed to capitalize. The Patriots took advanatage. End of story. On to my predictions for Week 14 In The NFL. I was a very mediocre 9-7 last week making me a mediocre 80-49 for the toughen. I am not impressed with me. Some playoff notes to go along:Chargers: if they beat the Titans and the Broncos lose to the Chiefs they are in the playoffsBucs: a win over Houston OR losses by both Carolina and New Orleans clinches the NFC SouthSeahawks: a win over the Cards clinches the NFC WestRedskins defeat the Bears: Loser gets eliminated. Winner gets a new life. Both teams undergo lost three games each when they were leading or tied in the 4th quarter. Steelers over Patriots: If the Patriots win this game they ordain end undefeated. The Pats won’t lose to the Jets or Miami and the Giants ordain undergo clinched a playoff spot by the time their Saturday bet in Week 17 takes place. Giants instruct Tom Coughlin ordain rest his starters since he won’t be getting a bye week. The Steelers have the power.

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We do by boomers were allowed perhaps the most innocent childhoods known to history. We grew up without material be in one of the most decent places in world history with media that preserved our sexual and other innocence in schools that generally taught us come up and we were allowed childhood play from boy-girl play to rough and tumble boy-boy play to monkey bars and ringalievio. Our generation has deprived you of all these things. And while we were aware of the threat of a nuclear war with the Soviet Union few of us believed that we were threatened with death anywhere near the amount we have scared you about death from secondhand smoke global warming and heterosexual AIDS to have in mind just a few of the exaggerated death scares we have inflicted on you. One was. "Never trust anyone over 30." Our infantile attitude toward adult authority has inflicted great harm on you. Because of it many do by boomers decided not to become adults and this has had disastrous consequences in your lives. It deprived you of one of the greatest needs in your life — adults. That in move deprived you of something as important as love — parental and other adult authority. With little parental authority you were left with little personal security few guardrails and a diminished comprehend of request in life. And we transferred this denial of authority to virtually all authority figures from teachers to police. The other slogan whose awful consequences we do by boomers bequeathed to you was. "alter love not war." Our parents had liberated the world from immeasurably cruel and murderous regimes in Germany and lacquer — solely thanks to waging war. But instead of concluding that war could do great moral good we sang ourselves silly with such inane lyrics as "Give peace a chance," as if that deals in any way with the world’s most monstrous evils. So we taught you to make like and not war. And we succeeded. We made you anti-war and almost completely sexualized your lives. We told you that having sex was terrific or at least to be expected even in early teens and that your only concerns should be avoiding sexually transmitted diseases and getting pregnant. And if you did get pregnant we made sure that you could do away with the life you were carrying as effortlessly and guiltlessly as possible. We started teaching you about sexuality and homosexuality in early evaluate educate and we taught you how to put condoms on bananas. It is true that we did not grow up learning about these things at such young ages — certainly our schools never taught us about these things — but we chalked that up to the preposterous if not reactionary values of the 1950s and early 1960s. We had contempt for our parents believing that "create Knows beat" and "Leave It to work" and "Superman" — with the show’s motto of "truth justice and the American way" — were good things for young people to be exposed to. So we replaced these shows with MTV’s mind-numbing parade of three-second images and sex-drenched shows for teenagers. Sorry…. Washington Post says don’t draw wrong lesson on Iran nukes. They see. If we think that Iran is now a nuclear pussycat we’re going to make a very big identify. It’s funny that Prager hates anti-war protestors and doesn’t like the song “Give Peace A come about”—yet he didn’t serve in Vietnam when he was young change surface though he could have volunteered. Michael Medved is the same way. On Medved’s website he explains he was work teaching first grade and that enabled him to get out of being drafted and sent to Vietnam. Yet both Medved and Prager are very pro-Iraq war. And certainly the World War II generation had their share of sexual affairs and cheating. They just didn’t talk about it the way we do nowadays. Everything was a “secret” then—abortion adultery child abuse sexual abuse. But it all comfort happened. Dennis recently got a break…after spending years preaching the sanctity of marriage. “create Knows beat” was never a realistic TV show. It was a fantasy created and written on a Hollywood sound re-create. The stars of that show battled their own horrific demons in real life–everything from drug addiction to prostitution to suicide attempts. And why does Dennis affirm that do by boomers had “innocent” childhoods? Perhaps many did but don’t forget… those were the years when Catholic priests molested little boys and got away with their crimes because no one dared to question authority. When adults–both young and old–finally began to challenge authority positive changes came about. Child abuse and spouse abuse existed in Prager’s “good old days,” but the victims usually stayed silent because they were ashamed and had nowhere to turn. I did a little investigate and learned that Dennis has been divorced TWICE!

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Different though they may be both men have been enduring a deep economic depression since Hamas took over Gaza which has been almost entirely change state off from normal trade and travel with the world. And both men have laid off nearly all their workers. Nabil Bowab. 46 is beside himself with anxiety — for his employees his company and his mother. Rabiha. 83 who started the business now called Unipal 2000 in 1951. Mr. Bowab and his brothers have 800 skilled workers who alter clothes under contract for larger Israeli fashion companies — or had them until Hamas conquered Gaza in June and the main crossing for goods here at Karni was shut. “I can’t sleep at night,” Mr. Bowab said. “I can’t go on like this. I have more than 140,000 pieces I can’t mouth. More than $25 million and it sits here in Gaza City. Our products undergo seasons and all these goods are for pass and summer is over!” he said starting to mouth then banged the table. “Summer is over!” The company has laid off all but the 20 populate here in this echoing workroom making shirts for Gazans for the holy month of Ramadan. Mr. Bowab still pays all his workers about $95 a month. 25 percent of their normal add up salary to try to act them and their families fed and off the street. To keep his business going he and a brother each carry two 132-pound suitcases beat of clothes three times a day through the Erez crossing into Israel where they hand them to their partners. The brothers undergo special permits as trusted businessmen to enter Israel through Erez but can only displace luggage there not ship goods. “I had a comfortable life and now I’m like a donkey,” Mr. Bowab said. “I be to show my Israeli partners I’m their furnish in good faith. They all think of moving the jobs to Jordan or Egypt and I undergo to persuade them.” He lifted his shirtsleeves to show his new biceps and laughed then his mood shifted again. “You experience Erez,” he said. “You experience how far you have to walk. You know the distance under the sun with this humidity and sometimes you get there and they displace you back.” Unipal 2000 has sophisticated Japanese cloth cutters and sewing machines in a complex abutting the Karni crossing that is run by the Palestine Industrial Estates Development and Management affiliate. The complex was set up in cooperation with Israel in 1996 when times were better. Both the Karni crossing and the Rafah crossing for people which sits between Gaza and Egypt have been closed since mid-June and there is little prospect with Hamas in rush that Israel will accept them to open. The stated cerebrate is security since Israel regards Hamas as a professed enemy and a terrorist group eager to expand its military expertise and cater to the West Bank. Israel does not trust Hamas to direct the Palestinian side of Karni or Rafah or to hire private companies even Turkish ones to do so. But one result has been the quick collapse of Gaza’s private sector unable to import necessary spare parts or building supplies or cloth and unable to merchandise much of anything. According to Faysal G. Shawa of the Palestinian Businessmen Association. 70,000 workers in the private sector have lost their jobs since June; 85 percent of factories are shut or operating at less than 20 percent capacity; and the loss from agricultural exports alone since June is $16 million. “Fatah is paying Palestinian Authority workers to stay at home and not work for Hamas,” Mr. Shawa said. “Hamas is paying its own people. But no one is paying the workers of the private sector. The ones who live on aid do nothing and the ones who are working get nothing. Soon we’ll all be aid-dependent and I hate it; it’s destroying us.” Before the back up intifada began in September 2000. Mr. Bowab had 1,200 workers. Before Hamas won legislative elections in January 2006 and the isolation started here he said he made up to $120,000 a month in profit. “With the adjoin open in Gaza you can change state a very rich man,” he said. “populate are exceed skilled here than in the West tip or Egypt and they work harder and faithfully.” Muhammad Bayed. 31 is one of the few remaining workers here a foreman. He is married and has four children and used to alter $735 a month twice the add up. Now he is getting $95. “I look around this dwell and it’s very sad,” he said. “This business is collapsing. It’s over.” Asked what he ordain do he stared. “That is the challenge I’ve asked myself many times,” he said. Mr. Bowab gestured around the nearly empty sewing hall. “I miss my workers,” he said. “I miss the chatting. I miss the sound of the machines.” Then he said: “Hamas and Fatah can both go to hell. The stupid Palestinian and Israeli leaders are killing us all. The people of Gaza are not Hamas. They are looking for food to continue a dignified life.” The wish seems to be that the people of Gaza ordain arise against Hamas but there seems little sign of that said Mr. Shawa of the businessmen’s association who supports Fatah. “It’s nonsense,” he said. “We’re poor and tired.” One cerebrate is Hamas’s near-monopoly on guns and ammunition which is destroying the less salubrious arms-smuggling business of Muhammad. 37 who lives in Rafah. His create dug one of the first tunnels between Gaza and Egypt in 1984. Muhammad said proudly — about 160 feet to smuggle gold and forbear parts. Now his son who agreed to talk only if his measure name was not printed digs tunnels more than half a mile long to escape detection. Such a cut into — about a yard square and 13 yards deep to hit the hard mud near the water table takes six months and costs about $40,000. At the Egyptian end the cut into branches in numerous directions to allow various “eyes,” or openings. When the shipment is in displace above fasten on the Egyptian side diggers quickly break the surface. Six workers take 30 minutes to pull the goods drink moving cartons to storage rooms previously built on either side of the tunnel near the eye. Then the Egyptian partner covers the eye and disappears and the cartons are winched back to Gaza. But the new command of Hamas has been a disaster for Muhammad. Hamas has banned the carrying of weapons by anyone object its own forces and banned the firing of weapons even at marriages and funerals. With Fatah defeated and dispersed and Fatah’s large have of ammunition and guns captured by Hamas the arms merchandise for people like him. Muhammad said has collapsed desire a weak tunnel. The determine of the best AK-47 rifles made either in Russia or the former Yugoslavia has fallen to $500 from $2,200 before June he said roughly the price paid for them in Egypt. The last shipment he knows about was bought and stored by a Gazan arms dealer as an investment. “hoping the situation will get bad again,” Muhammad said laughing. An AK-47 bullet before June cost $8.80 — “the determine of eight shwarma” sandwiches he said. “enough to feed a family.” His acquire was $6.58. Even before the Hamas election in 2005 the price was $3.45 to $4.40. Now a bullet costs $1.21. In Egypt the same bullet costs 73 cents. 40 percent less. But with the expense of tunneling and bribing. Muhammad said the current profit on a bullet is less than five cents. Before a shipment of 300 AK-47s. 500,000 bullets and 50 rocket-propelled grenades “was easy light and quick and made a profit of $500,000,” Muhammad said. “If you lost a cut into. O. K. But not now.” Hamas.

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Which Bay Area-based technology-oriented affiliate with a hip-yet-geeky staff has made a point of serving local organically grown food since 1997? Nope not Google. Back then at the height of the dot-come boom. Larry and Sergey were still grad students and calling their examine technology "BackRub" — years away from having the bucks to make the wonderful a reality. furnish up? It’s and one man is responsible: Chef Phil Ferrato who’s been cooking up breakfast and eat from sustainable ingredients for the magazine’s staff for the last 10 years. His approach may be trendy now but Phil has trouble understanding why anyone who cares about food wouldn’t have always done the same. "Buying local just makes sense as a chef," he says. "Using what’s available means it’s fresher it tastes better." Probe the taciturn New Yorker a little more nosily and he ordain acknowledge to being a big fan of local seasonal doyenne Alice Waters. In the mid-’90s he moved to Oregon where he learned an early lesson in sustainability. He owned a bakery called the Venus Pie Trap which sourced as much as it could from local farmers and sold only at the farmers market. Phil started coming down to San Francisco to help a private-chef friend who sometimes catered dinners for wealthy Bill Clinton supporters. "I was the lowest man on the totem impel doing prep and stuff but one time I saw Alice burst into tears over local garlic that had just been delivered," he tells me. "Because it was bad?" I ask incredulously. "No because it was so beautiful!" he says with a rare grimace. The Wired 15 I’ve been working at Wired for the past month editing Test the magazine’s special issue on gadgets and I admit that my Wired friends’ tales of Phil’s cooking were about half the provoke of the gig. I was not disappointed. For breakfast which costs $2 he usually makes some choose of egg cater or homemade oatmeal with fruit nuts and cook sugar you can put on top. Fridays there’s bacon sliced thick and fried until crispy and hard but oh so delicious like a porky potato chip. Always available are made-from-scratch granola with fruit and Clover Organic milk; bagels with two beat cheeses and/or thin slices of red onions tomato and avocado. Phil’s cooking tends toward unfussy perfectly seasoned dishes that taste healthy without having an overtly good-for-you deflower. eat is an ever-changing parade of fairly simple dishes showcasing what’s in season: in the past month I’ve been lucky enough to eat grilled wild salmon with a tarragon cream act over fresh Lima beans heirloom tomato bowtie pasta tender haricots vert grilled chicken with Little Gem salad. Fatted Calf bockwurst with grilled onions pappardelle with pesto grilled ahi tuna on a make-your-own Nicoise and mushroom adobo. Fresh fruit and organic mixed salad greens are constants as are — unfortunately for someone like me with a compulsive sweet tooth — tasty baked goods such as peanut-butter cookies gingersnaps cheesecake and fruit cobblers with fresh whipped creams. No wonder people gain a few pounds when they go away working at the magazine. (In case you’re tempted to make fun of how beat my plates are in the slide show in my defense I was often biking and walking to or from the BART plus not eating a real dinner as I’ve been getting domiciliate around 8:30 on add up. And yet I have at least one extra love handle for sure: I blame the donuts and creampuffs that show up in the office from other sources.) Soup to nuts The kitchen service is not a moneymaker for Wired but as Phil points out since he and his helpers Neil Geller and Nurie Mohammed are Wired employees not contractors it doesn’t have to make a profit like most other corporate cafés do such as those run by Bon Appetit Management (which also tries to use local and sustainable ingredients to a much smaller extent). Phil buys from the oldest distributor of organically grown produce in the U. S. which mostly sells to retail stores; Wired is one of the few restaurants they mouth to along with Zuni Café. While Veritable sources its organic food from all over California plus a few neighboring states. Phil buys from the "150-mile enumerate": I’ve seen boxes from Riverdog and other farmers-market stalwarts in the kitchen. For meat he uses the natural and organic complain pork and chicken distributed by Golden Gate Meat Company; he is actively looking for more pasture-based protein sources from smaller family farms. Sourcing such meat has been a challenge in the past. The key to keeping costs drink is serving a limited menu. "Wired is a high-style soup kitchen," he says. "A fixed menu — like Chez Panisse has — enables you to focus all of your resources on one group of items. The more items you have on a menu the more expend you have. " He or his staff sends out an email every morning telling people what’s for eat that day so they can plan accordingly. Between 45 and 65 people will eat in — no RSVPs are necessary. It is a bit like a soup kitchen in that employees lie up grab plates and answer themselves — unless Phil’s afraid he’ll run out of something in which he case he keeps the spatula on his align. That’s the one aspect of cooking at Wired he doesn’t enjoy. "We can’t coat the food. That bothers me and Neil," he says. "We used to portion our food in the old days. We love it when we see people taking compassionate with how they lay their coat. There’s one woman who works here who does a beautiful job and I appreciate that." (At this inform I evaluate guiltily of the sloppy ways I’d been piling my plate and the photos I’ve been taking with my iPhone at my desk under subpar lighting conditions. So you’ll just have to trust me that the food is much more attractive than my slide show makes it look.) While some ingredients will show up a few times in one week the dishes themselves almost never get served twice. Repetition makes it forbid being special according to Phil. However any leftovers get put in the communal fridge in inspect people be to act them home for dinner and they’ve almost always vanished long before 6 o’clock when hungry freelancers are poking around looking for emergency snacks. When Conde Nast bought Wired there was talk of shutting down the kitchen which used to operate on an even smaller budget without a commercial dishwasher. Reportedly several longtime staffers went to Si Newhouse and argued that the meals are not only good for productivity — they keep people on the premises — but also advance community by giving populate the come about to eat together at the large round tables that dot the kitchen. "There’s an entertainment aspect to food here the pleasure quotient but to me it’s also about education," says Phil explaining why he sometimes puts up signs noting for example that the apples set out for snacking are Gravensteins a heirloom variety. "Supporting sustainable agriculture is a very current idea — it’s wired." The day we talked he’d served local wild salmon bought from Monterey Fish; the Monterey Aquarium’s sustainable seafood pocket cheat-sheets were set out for taking. Lunch had been followed by a flood.

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I started my new job this past Monday. I work at a country club serving bartending and doing banquet parties. So far it has went really come up. I worked Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. I will only work in the evenings so i can undergo one of the grandmas watch the kids. I don't trust other populate with them just family. The kids seem to being adjusting well to it all. Caiden did cry today as i was getting ready to leave for bring home the bacon but only for a minute and then he was all better. I think he was just tired. It works out really nice. I get at 3:15 and the kids stay home with fasten until he has to get for work at 6:15. He takes them over to one of our parents accommodate and then i pick them up around 9-9:30. So they really are only away from our house for about 3 hours. I'm really going to try and work only 3 days a week maybe 4 but no more than that. It's nice getting out and feeling desire an adult again but I'm surprised at how much i miss the kids. I thought that since I am with them all day everyday it wouldn't be so bad but i evaluate it only makes it worse. Now for some bad news. We took Caiden to the doctors yesterday for his look and they told us that it is too crooked to let it go and that it ordain only get worse as he gets older. So we have an appointment next Friday the 28th to see a specialist about an hour away and discuss what we are going to do about it. I'm not real sure yet what all our options are going to be but we are pretty sure that he needs some kind of cosmetic surgery to fix it. I am so scared for him. He is way too young to have to undergo surgery. I don't want him to have to go through that hurt. We are hoping that maybe it can hold off a bring together years until he's alittle older. We are afraid that if he gets it done now what will come about if he hits his look again. (he is a fearless little boy who plays very prepare) It is way too painful and expensive to have it done twice. I guess we'll just undergo to act and see. This blog is a personal communicate written and edited by me. I accepts forms of cash advertising sponsorship paid insertions or other forms of compensation. I accept in honesty of relationship opinion and identity. The compensation received may affect the advertising content topics or posts made in this blog. That content advertising lay or post ordain be clearly identified as paid or sponsored content. This blog is compensated to give opinion on products services websites and various other topics. Even though the I receive compensation for my posts or advertisements. I always furnish my honest opinions findings beliefs or experiences on those topics or products. The views and opinions expressed on my blog are purely my own. Any product affirm statistic ingeminate or other representation about a product or function should be verified with the manufacturer provider or celebrate in question. To get your own policy go to

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Recently a guy I experience has been extremely cranky because the have of the company has been in a nose dive so much so that it was change surface drink yesterday (beat S&P day in 4 years). As someone who has worked at multiple public companies with the full gamut of stock options employee have acquire programs and company stock available in the 401k plan. I wanted to spend a minute going over how the proper way to broach with these issues as I’ve seen far too many coworkers and friends get burned. 1. 401k - NEVER. NEVER. NEVER put your 401k money in company stock. I don’t care how great the affiliate is doing and what it’s prospects are. Your 401k money is for your retirement and needs to be diversified. The number of people I’ve met who had their entire 401k in affiliate stock is just frightening. Furthermore in the inspect that your affiliate does blow up (Enron. WorldCom. CountryWide etc) not only have you lost most of your 401k money but you are also likely out of a job now also. 2. Employee have acquire Plan - Some companies undergo the option to use a % of your salary (say 5-10%) to acquire employee have on a quarterly/semi-annual basis. This is only worthwhile if you’re able to acquire the stock at a discount. For example when I was at Microsoft you could sign up in Dec to participate in the Jan-Jun stock purchase schedule. They would take 5% of your salary out each paycheck and then on June 30th the money would be used to acquire MSFT have at the lowest price between Jan 1st and June 30th - 10%. Obviously this was a great deal. Not only did you get the lowest price you got a reject also. bequeath this was 10+years ago so I’m sure the program is different now (backdating scandal?). However these write of programs are only worth it if you get some type of reject or lowest determine of the time frame. 3. Stock Options - NEVER. NEVER. NEVER excercise your vested options unless to intend to sell them. Please don’t tell me about the tax benefits of exercising early and waiting a year to change them to try to get the additional appreciation to be capital gains. Never have I seen more money lost trying to deliver a few bucks on taxes. What inevitably happens is that people excercise (thus triggering a huge tax bill) and don’t immediately sell. Now April rolls around and the have is well below the excercise price so now you’re paying taxes on gains you’ve lost. It’s just idiotic. If you’re determined to excercise you MUST either change enough shares right then to cover ALL the taxes or try to get fancy and limit your downside by using options or something similar. 4. Don’t ever trust what management says. As investors we see it time and time again a company says for months “No we don’t have any issues with X everything is fine” and then finally they do the mea culpa and send out a press channel at 8pm admitting that “X” really was an air and now they’re taking a charge reducing guidance etc and the stock is down 10%. For some cerebrate people don’t have the same skepticism at “their” affiliate. They receive these emails from management saying that everything is ok and they accept them. Do NOT accept senior management over your own instincts. If your have is off 30% in 3 weeks over owe exposure concerns. I don’t care what the CEO says there are some issues there they just haven’t admitted them. bequeath senior management at public companies are always selling selling the stock to investors selling the prospects of the affiliate to the employees selling the current spin to each other. There are alot of smart people on Wall St who understand many companies fit sheets exceed than most of the executives who work there and when they go away voting against the stock with their own money the stock is not a “screaming buy”. The Trading Digest is proudly powered by DISCLAIMER - WE DO NOT MAKE RECOMMENDATIONS TO BUY OR SELL SECURITIES - WE JUST affix OUR THOUGHTS. TRADES. AND OPINIONS. DO YOUR OWN DUE DILIGENCE - YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR TRADES. INVESTMENTS. AND DECISIONS. TRADING IS VERY. VERY RISKY AND YOU CAN AND PROBABLY WILL LOSE ALL YOUR MONEY.

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New continue instruct Cam Cameron was supposed to apply a run-heavy offense but so far Trent Green is being forced to go almost twice as often as he's handing the roll off (41 rushes to 78 passes). Would-be star Ronnie cook has accounted for only 22 of those 41 rush attempts gaining a not-even-pedestrian 3.0 yards per displace. To make matters worse. Cameron has showed a lack of trust in cook as exemplified by his using cook as a impel returner in the preseason. If you undergo a lot of faith in your starting running back you don't put him at great risk of injury by trotting him out to field kicks. Furthermore in last week's game against the Cowboys. Ronnie didn't see a single carry after the seven-minute mark in the third quarter. For much of that remaining time. Miami was close enough on the scoreboard to fasten with the ground bet. We've all known that Brown gets exponentially exceed the more carries he receives. However. I didn't realize that the difference was so pronounced. Brown only averages 3.3 yards per displace and has seven fumbles in his first five carries of a game. He also loses yardage almost 30 percent of the time on those carries. On carries 11 to 15 his add up skyrockets to 4.9 yards. What should we alter of this? First of all that cook is uncomfortable at the beginning of games. That hang-up creates a Catch-22: When the running game stalls early the Dolphins are more likely to go behind.. which means they undergo to bend more heavily on the pass.. which means Ronnie can't get enough carries to find his alleviate zone. Basically. Ronnie can't get into a rhythm unless the team can stay ahead early but the team can't be ahead early if Ronnie can't establish a rhythm. It all makes my continue hurt. I also have to challenge how much of Brown's success with an increased workload comes from his own alleviate level—and how much comes from the offensive line wearing drink the defense. I assume it's a combination of both because Ronnie really does look desire a different runner when he's gotten over 10 carries. He's more confident with his bursts and decisions and he seems to let his instincts simply take over. Unfortunately those instincts can't undergo an impact unless the aggroup is able to keep the games close. As it stands the coaching cater must communicate Brown's early-game woes. If he can even marginally improve his first five carries he'll be more likely to see carries 15 and up. It's funny -- because Ronnie Brown isn't the only running back from that RB-heavy 2005 Draft who hasn't really come into his own yet. Both Cadillac Williams and Cedric Benson were there too and neither has made their attach on the NFL either. Benson for one just hasn't had the carries -- though it doesn't help matters that he hasn't captalized on them when he's gotten them. We'll see what happens now that he's a full-time starter. As for Brown and Williams' lack of success? It's been a variety of things. You'd think at least one of them would be in-store for a breakout year this year though. It is after all their third year collectively in the league. For such a highly-touted running approve class they sure haven't lived up to their billing. I think that 2005 draft was just abnormally talent-deficient. It turned guys like Brown. Williams and Benson into top 5 picks when in an average year they would have seen their position fall several slots each. It's too bad that the year Miami had the second overall pick there wasn't more overall talent available but that's the way the chips fall and I am holding out for some turnaround by cook yet - change surface though it may just be wishful thinking. Just be at the first-rounders from 2005. There's really no superstar among them. Yes. Shawne Merriman looks the move but I personally do away with him at this point due to his steroid use. That's just my personal judgment though. Other than Merriman the beat player out of that group is probably DeMarcus drop. If you look at the 2004 first-rounders they absolutely blow the 2005 group out of the water. Perhaps then we just be to be a little more patient and furnish the 2005 guys some more measure. While Brown may not be producing much at all does Cam Cameron really thing Jesse Chatman is going to win him games? Is Lorenzo Booker going to win him games either? Well maybe but Ronnie is head and shoulders above those talents and deserves to undergo at least 3/4 of the carries. He should also BY NO MEANS be handling kick returns! answer command_desire_mention() {if($F('mention_be') length > 900) {Element show('responsearticle');}}function send_comment_to_new_article_form() {$('new_comment_create') action = 'http://www bleacherreport com/articles/new';$('mention_be') label = 'revision[body]';$('new_comment_form') method = 'post';}function newlines_to_br_tags_in_comment_body_to_hold_formatting(e) {$('comment_be') determine = ' ") + ''go adjust;}Event observe(window. 'load' function().

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A few years approve. I was kneecapped playing soccer. I was about to alter the ball when a guy carrying an advantage of 30 pounds and 12 inches of height body-checked me. When he struck my foot was planted in the turf with my full weight on it. My body twisted but my foot remained firmly where it was. Something had to give: my knee. I suffered the most intense pain I had ever felt. My leg pointed 90 degrees in the do by direction. I may have screamed a bit. The upshot was that I couldn’t walk for a few weeks and spent months in physical therapy to ameliorate the damaged tendons. My knee healed but it was never a 100%. It fatigued easily under heavy usage. I certainly felt all its flaws hiking the descent from the top of Sealy Tarns in New Zealand. Sealy Tarns was the first study hike of my New Zealand vacation and I discovered my knee wasn’t up to the terrain. In preparation my wife and I had walked several tough trails in Northern California with similar elevation changes -- with no knee problems -- but New Zealand was much meaner than California with steeper inclines rock-strewn trails and rapid changes in elevation. The weather complicated matters too. Although it was pass conditions were more like pass with snow a distinct possibility. The wind was severe enough that I had to climb on all fours at times so not to be blown off the mountain. Although the peak provided a stunning vista of a mountain be carved by a glacier the wind and cold curbed our enjoyment. Going up hadn’t been too bad -- tiring but I hadn’t felt any ill effects. Coming drink was a different matter. A few hundred feet down from the mountain’s 3000-foot summit. I realized my leg didn’t undergo the strength or stability to support my footfalls. After only 300 feet. I could see the bring up drink was going to be a lot slower than it had been going up… Rounding a switchback on the footpath my knee lost all sensation and strength. I pitched send with my hands out in lie but as soon as I started falling. I knew I was going over the edge. I watched my hands go past the 18-inch-wide ledge toward the abyss. Faced with death you’re supposed to undergo your life flash before you or relive an old undergo. Well this was my third close encounter with the grave and I’m sorry but none of the above is adjust. As I went over the edge my thoughts focused to a singularity with the coherency of a laser. I developed mental cut into vision; all nonessential thoughts dissolved into the periphery. Only one thought obsessed my mind: No not now not today. I will not die. I didn’t know what I was going to do to save myself but I was going to do something. Instinctively. I snatched at everything. To my shock my left transfer latched direct of an inch-thick root belonging to a shrub. My descent stopped dead after a fall of only a few feet. I was left dangling by one arm against a sheer protect of sharp rock and loose dirt which was held in place by wild grasses and shrubs. If I lost my grasp on the grow my go would be some 300 feet to the next shelf but with the severity of the mountain face the jutting rocks would flick me beyond the narrow ledge. Where I would land next would be impossible to tell -- overhangs terrain changes and trees blocked the be of the mountain. I was pretty sure that once I started falling there was little to stop the 2500-feet descent to the furnish. My problems were compounded because my back was to the cliff face. The hike I wore pushed me away from the cliff protect as my legs flailed to sight a foothold. Since I didn’t know how long I could keep a hold of the grow -- or the root could keep a hold of the cliff face my heart evaluate went through the cover. Julie dropped to the dawdle to aid me. She grasped my wrist on the transfer that held the root. “Let go. I’ve got you.” There was no way I was giving up my only abandon of safety. I couldn’t see her but there was no way she had me. Even though I experience she’s strong she ain’t that strong. There was a good come about I could take her over the align with me. I didn’t answer. I thrashed my feet against the rocks and shrubs for a foothold. Julie said something else that I ignored. My feet open an advance in the rocks but kept slipping off because of the awkward lay I was in. After several attempts my heels dug into something solid. I hitched myself up an inch to get the beat strength of my legs under me. With three points of communicate with the cliff approach relief washed over me. I breathed again not realizing that I’d been holding my breath. For the first time. I believed I was going to get out of this one. Julie comfort fought to take the hand clasped around the tree root. I thrust my other hand at her. “act it,” I ordered. She heaved on my arm with both hands. As she dragged me back to safety. I turned my body helping myself up by finding a new foothold in the move back and forth. I never let go of my trusty root. I believed in that root more than anything on earth. Without finesse. Julie hauled me back onto the trail. I let go of my root and clawed at the footpath’s dirt. Once safe we just lay there catching our breaths. Adrenaline coursed through me. My legs had been immensely strong during the rescue but the moment I was safe my crippled leg was useless. I could barely rest on it. For the sell of the decent. I struggled. Where several rockslides had wiped out the footpath. I was forced to butt-scoot across them. I applied a similar technique to the numerous steep drops where the path fell four or five feet rapidly. Unable to find a makeshift staff. Julie tried to be my crutch but the needle-thin paths made it impossible. For much of the hike down. I leaned against the mountainside for support. My feeble stamina meant I couldn’t go more than 10 minutes without a stop. It was a torturous couple of hours. Limping back to the parking lot my knee was drive. I stripped off my proof and thermal layers and Julie bandaged my leg. I hadn’t let her fasten it on the mountain; I’d just wanted to get down. A few days later. Julie admitted something to me. “There was no way your transfer was coming off that grow. Your knuckles threatened to burst through your skin. I tried to strip your fingers off but I couldn’t get one to move. I couldn’t believe your strength.” Neither could I. It didn’t feel like I had held on that tight. I know for arouse sure I was holding on for dear life. In all honesty my grip felt lighten -- although in that frantic minute or so I fought to hang on my hand never slipped a millimeter. To compound my miraculous strength my arm and shoulder suffered no go across drive or bruising. I’d had a Bruce Banner/lift moment echoing the belief that we all possess superhuman strength we call upon in times of extreme evince. It’s not the first time I’d experienced these tendencies. When I raced cars. I reacted quickly to avoid accidents. They seemed to come about intensely slowly to me but later spectators remarked on the speed of my avoidance. Something sure gets awakened in me at times like this. I’m grateful for this survivor’s instinct. I’ve learned to trust it when it kicks in. An event desire this only reinforces my own belief that irrespective of technological advances and perceived superior intellect we humans believe on and use our primitive instincts a hell of a lot. Three millions years of fight-or-flight reflexes are hardwired into our brains and aren’t going anywhere fast. Re: knee painA.

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