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Tony Coles, M.D., chairman and CEO, Yumanity Therapeutics.
As we wrap up my conversation with Tony Coles, M.D., the upcoming subject of a Life Science Leader magazine feature, I ask the CEO of Yumanity Therapeutics if there is anything he’d like to add. “Something that is really important to me is this notion of courage,” he begins. According to Coles, the appropriate use of analytics can make it pretty clear what a business leader needs to do when faced with a growth opportunity. But it is the process of execution, or lack thereof, that make running a business difficult. “Success is largely driven by the amount of courage a leader has,” he attests.
A few years ago, Coles says he had to find such courage. “When I was at Onyx Pharmaceuticals, we had decided to buy a company, and I knew there was no shareholder — zero — who would be happy with the choice I was making,” he continues. “Such decision making requires courage.” It was 2009, and Onyx had agreed to acquire Proteolix, a privately-held biopharmaceutical company focused on discovering and developing novel therapies for the treatment of hematological malignancies and solid tumors. The acquisition cost Onyx $276 million in cash and various milestone payments adding up to about $800 million. Proteolix's lead compound was carfilzomib, a proteasome inhibitor that was in multiple clinical trials, including an advanced Phase 2b clinical trial for patients with relapsed and refractory multiple myeloma.
When the decision to acquire Proteolix was leaked, Onyx Pharmaceutical’s stock seemed to lose momentum. A 2010 Seeking Alpha article attributed the company’s stock decline to investors’ skepticism, which was sufficient enough to neutralize all of the company’s good news from the clinical trials of carfilzomib, as well as its own compound in development for kidney and liver cancer, Nexavar. “Every time the stock attempted to rally on good news, it gave back its gains and lost more than it had added until it was boxed around $20/share, down from a 52-week high of $36.59,” the website wrote. But Coles turned out to be right and was given credit for being so by Adam Feuerstein, formerly of TheStreet. In an August 2013 article, Feuerstein wrote, “Every biotech CEO wants to say they bought an asset for X and sold it for 10X, yet few top executives manage to create value on this mammoth scale.” Feuerstein goes on to note that if it hadn’t been for Coles’ commitment to by Proteolix, Amgen would never have paid $10 billion to acquire Onyx. “If we borrow the lesson from Roy Vagelos and have the courage to always do the right thing, that’s a great moral compass for any leader, no matter who you are,” Coles concludes.


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• Identified products by Top 500 enterprises of the world.
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June 26, 2017 August 18, 2017 ~ Nortina S.
Rise and shine! Time to get out your stop watches, exercise your typing fingers, and pick your brains for some creativity.
If you’re on the US east coast, it’s just after 9 AM, which means you are either at work in the office, or you slept through your alarm clock, so GET UP! Let’s get you motivated for this Monday morning and for the week ahead.
In my June Agenda post, I said I would be testing a new flash fiction challenge that would get your creative juices flowing. Today marks the last week of the Monday’s One-Minute Fiction test trial, so if you like the challenge, participate or it’ll be gone forever!
Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less (but if you need less than a minute to write a story, you are definitely a pro), based on the prompt provided!
So without further ado, here is this week’s prompt . . .

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Home❣The Message Boards Turn 18 Today!
❣The Message Boards Turn 18 Today!
As of today, we have 72,796 members who have made countless posts.
I have been a proud member for around 12 of those years!
It’s been a life saving & changing place! You won’t know till you get to heaven how many lives you’ve saved & made worthwhile again!! Hugs!!

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We can make your ideas work across all media. Our role isn’t to replace the creative agency across the board – but for many of our clients, there is a significant body of advertising and marketing material that needs to be conceived and produced to the same high standards as the brand campaign, but without the equivalent budget. We call this service Creative Expansion.
We take core creative concepts and make them sing across all of your channels, in every medium. Our creative directors, art directors and designers work in a fully integrated way with our production teams to make effective advertising and ensure that your brand and key messaging is represented to the same standard in every piece of communication.

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(FBI) The vast majority of public servants who work at the local, state, and federal levels of government are honest and dedicated folks who strive every day to do the right thing for their constituents, their communities, and their country.
Unfortunately, there is a small subgroup of public servants who, whether elected, appointed, or contracted, are only concerned about a very specific constituency—themselves.
And because this type of corruption strikes at the heart of government, eroding public confidence and undermining the strength of our democracy, the investigation of public corruption is the FBI’s top criminal priority.
Currently the Bureau is working more than 4,000 public corruption cases around the nation with the help of our partners.
Our investigative efforts pay off year after year—fiscal year 2013 alone saw approximately 1,200 federal indictments and informations against corrupt officials.
Investigating the corruption of federal personnel—in particular, trusted officials and employees with access to sensitive information—is our number one public corruption priority because of the potential impact on U.S. national security.
But corrupt state and local officials—who, like their federal counterparts, take an oath to serve—can seriously harm public trust in government.
They can also jeopardize public safety and waste millions of taxpayer dollars.
The FBI is uniquely situated to investigate public corruption—we’ve got plenty of experience and the resources to run the kind of long-term, complex investigations that corruption activities often require.
To uncover secretive activities like bribery, embezzlement, racketeering, kickbacks, and money laundering, we use sophisticated investigative techniques that can give us a front row seat to handshakes, money exchanges, or descriptions of corrupt schemes directly from the mouths of the officials involved.
These techniques—which we’ve been using successfully for years against organized crime—include electronic surveillance, undercover operations, and informants/cooperating witnesses.
However, investigating public corruption is an FBI commitment as old as the Bureau itself.
When we were founded in 1908, our responsibilities included the investigation of land fraud, which often involved corrupt public officials.
Because of the nature of public corruption, we work closely with the Department of Justice’s Public Integrity Section and U.S. Attorney’s offices to ensure laws, guidelines, and protocols are strictly adhered to during investigations.
Where do our cases come from?
Sometimes from credible information from a Bureau source.
Or we might uncover something about unrelated corruption activities during a public corruption investigation and spin that off into a new case.
We receive complaints from citizens.
Disgruntled participants in corruption schemes sometimes come to us and tell us what they know.
And occasionally, the corrupt official might self-report, hoping for leniency from the government.
And if a determination is made that the reported activity doesn’t rise to the level of federal prosecution, we can and do refer cases to state attorneys general offices or local prosecutors.
Public corruption, though, is not just an American problem—it plagues countries around the world.
So the FBI offers training to foreign law enforcement, prosecutors, and judges through our International Law Enforcement Academy in Budapest, several other international academies, and our National Academy program at Quantico, Virginia.
In the U.S. and abroad, the FBI is doing everything we can to help ensure that the good name of the vast majority of public servants is not besmirched by a corrupt few.
Are similar activity happening in your organization?

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Gather a team of 1-5 family members, friends, or co-workers to complete 130 kilometres of outdoor activities. This could include walking, running, biking, skating, cross-country skiing, snowshoeing, tobogganing, & more!
All you need to do is register and log your kilometres of outdoor activity during the week of February 3 – 9, 2019.
We hope you join us for the 8th annual Jack Frost Challenge.
Go to www.greenactioncentre.ca/register to sign up.


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With Cristina Crocker-Escribano. For grades 1-2.
What if your toys could talk to you? What if your dog or cat could talk to you? What would they say? What stories would they tell? In this class, kids can bring their toys and photos of their pets. We will use them for inspiration as we write poems and act out scripts. We will read children’s books as prompts for stories and poetry.
Register now for Playing and Writing Stories (PAWS) (Spring).

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I have the following problem: I created my own 'Style' in one Writer file. Now I want to be able to use it in every Writer file that I will open (the existing ones) or create (when I create new files). How can I do this?
Make the file you created the styles in a template and derive new files from it.
Open the template from which the existing files were derived for editing.
Create the styles or import them by pasting in objects having the wanted styles assigned.
If you now create a new document based on that template, it should contain the style (see above).
If you open a document for editing which was created earlier from that template you should be prompted for updating the styles.
Generally the named styles are copied and pasted together with objects having the styles as their property if there is not a name conflict.
Thank you. It is very helpful. The advice for existing files, it actually works to my suprise. It could be a little better, but ok, it works. Thanks again.


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Fertile soil is a mixture of well-balanced minerals, high organic matter, humus, humic, fulvic and carbonic acids, good aeration and bountiful microbial life. The biology or life in the soil is at its healthiest when the nutrients are plentiful and balanced, and there is sufficient oxygen and water. The top soil region is the most vital portion of the soil profile; holding about 70% of the life and 70% of the organic matter. In a typical soil, below 6 inches plant roots are feeding on mostly soluble nutrients since the micro-organisms are not able to thrive due to insufficient oxygen levels. Many minerals are tightly bound to the subsoil colloidal particles are only made available to plants through complex soil interactions with organic acids leaching downward from the topsoil. It is critical to maintain the organic matter content in soils for them to remain balanced and healthy.
Many hop growers are asking this question as the abnormally mild weather persists across much of the USA. For most growers in northern latitudes; probably not much effect will be noted. Average hop vernalization temperature requirements of 6 weeks below 38 degrees Fahrenheit will still be met, resulting in normal burr and cone development later in the season. Expect an earlier emergence of pests and disease that the milder winter failed to kill.
For growers in more southern latitudes the story could be completely different. Effects on the hops in the southern tier could include: lack of proper vernalization, increased pest pressure, and increased prevalence and severity of hop diseases like downy and powdery mildews.
Hop vernalization requirements vary by hop genotype and varieties that require longer chilling periods may not properly reset back to the juvenile spring phase required to grow and produce a normal yield of cones. One of the first signs of incomplete vernalization is uneven spring emergence of new shoots within plants of the same hop variety. Growers in the PNW have noted that this uneven emergence follows through the entire growing season; affecting cone-set, yield, alphas, and maturity dates. The cone-bearing sidearms may not extend properly and only produce cones on the terminal ends. Many affected hop plants showed up to a 6 week delay of burr initiation and a 30 to 50% loss in total potential yield.
This is important to consider, because Downy mildew is prevalent everywhere and can destroy your entire hop crop if not managed and controlled. Grape growers face a similar situation and have developed very effective control strategies. Hop growers will need to do the same.
Many hop growers do not understand the importance of controlling downy mildew in their hop yard after harvest is completed. The fungus and the infection are not as visible because there are no new shoots or infected spikes to be seen. Many growers consider the season as finished and leave the yard unattended going into winter. IMHO this is a fundamental mistake in controlling Downy mildew in hopyards. Downy mildew is active whenever conditions permit – it simply doesn't care if it is springtime, summer, or fall. (The 2014 growing season attests to that.) Post-harvest fungicide applications and controls can be the most effective way to manage downy mildew in yards that have had the disease present and reduce the severity of downy mildew spikes during the following spring growing season.
Downy mildew, like most molds and mildews, persists and spreads during the growing season mainly through air-borne spores which infect new leaves and growth whenever environmental conditions are favorable. In the Fall season, however, downy mildew “morphs” into a different creature; producing a specialized spore type called a zoospore. This spore acts much more like a living microscopic worm than a fungal plant-like spore. The zoospore form helps downy mildew complete its annual life cycle by finding a safe resting place for it to overwinter or by forming protective oospores; where it will be protected from the harsh winter that is ahead. This is a high-risk period for the downy mildew organism – it is outside its host and can be attacked most easily at this point.
Creating the optimal hop yard that produces maximum yields with minimal infrastructure, labor, and inputs is critical to long term success & profitability of a hop yard. Hopefully the following discussion can help improve understanding of how to achieve the optimally yielding hop yard for those just starting.
Choosing the right Trellis design begins with and ends with an understanding of the hop plant itself. It is very important to understand how hops grow, what makes them produce optimal yields, and what the differences are between varieties and genotypes.
If you can’t get past these – stop here to prevent wasting a lot of time and your life savings, otherwise continue reading!
Hops Crown Winter Damage - Minimize It!
I am busy doing field checks with hop growers during the month of May. I am finding winter crown desiccation in new hop yards that did not have reliable snow cover. The crowns appear to have been exposed to sun & wind while the ground was frozen. The fleshy roots remain white - no rot is present. The frozen soil/roots could not supply water to the exposed crown as it is dried out by the sun & wind. There have been no reports of this type of winter damage from up North, where they had good snow cover. Varieties like Zeus, Glacier, Saazer, Nugget & Cascade were affected more than varieties like Chinook. Protecting these crown buds from exposure is important ! Some of these damaged crowns may regenerate slowly; given time.
Our winter exposures and duration are longer and harsher in the Midwest than those out in Oregon and Washington.
Experienced hop growers will be the first to tell you that a regular weekly schedule of checking your hopyard for problems can save big headaches, time, and cold hard cash. Being a good grower isn't about who has the biggest pesticide budget! Catching problems like pest and fungal outbreaks early is critical to controlling them successfully; with minimal treatments - before the damage is done. Proper scouting includes a close examination of the entire hopyard's environment (including the surrounding fenceline perimeter's).
For quick knockdown of a Japanese beetle /Potato leafhopper outbreak for growers with RUP certification - check out Brigade 2ec or Leverage 360/2.7. Both are labelled for hops.
Checking the hopyard infrastructure - trellis, supports, irrigation lines- all OK?
If this sounds like a lot of work - well, welcome to farming! It is well worth forming the routine and making it a habit. Heck, take the dog and kids along on this adventure to make it fun. You will be amazed what a small child notices. Don't forget your hand lense!
If this sounds like too much work; please do consider hiring a professional crop scout. They know what to look for and when to look for it. Their services are relatively inexpensive and their advice - priceless.
Scouting is something I do habitually 24/7 - I'm looking when I'm watering - I'm looking when I'm weeding- Heck, I'm looking when I walk the dog!

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text: We designed and art directed issue four of this exciting new adventure magazine. Avaunt is a magazine dedicated to adventure in the broadest possible sense. It features acts of endeavour and endurance from the wildest, highest, deepest, coldest and hottest corners of the earth.

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Ruminations is a new category we’ve recently added here at The Well Report. Its content will consist of my sundry thoughts. God Bless and happy reading!
My definition of what it meant to age well was shallow. To me it meant maintaining aesthetic beauty. Over time, I discovered it was not limited to physical appearance, but included quality of life and matters of the heart.
Sophia was an older woman I’d met in church over 25 years ago. She had a pretty face, wore her hair dyed jet black and still had an amazing figure. She was a very popular middle school teacher whose, zany persona reminded you of Lucille Ball. Sophia attracted young people everywhere she went. It was nothing for her to hop on a kid’s skate board in an attempt to ride or giggle with some young girl about a secret crush. Most of us attributed her energetic qualities to her relationships with young people. We thought this was her secret to ageing* well.
She was someone I regularly talked to on the phone. We’d mostly discuss her many sons and daughters who were actually former students and church members. After knowing her for about ten years, one day she said something interesting: she told me she had talked to her real daughter. She said it in a very casual way and I didn’t probe. Over the next few years the story unfolded. Sophia had gotten pregnant while in college. Her daughter Nancy was raised by her mom. On numerous occasions she would recount incidents where her colleagues discovered that she had a daughter out of wedlock. Even though Nancy was now a beautiful successful principal at a local elementary school, these events still seemed to haunt Sophia.
Fast forward 12 years later, Sophia was still vibrant and attractive. She talked about Nancy slightly more over the years but to very few. I was who she confided in, when Nancy had been diagnosed with brain and lung cancer. She was sent to live with Sophia. She cared for her briefly before sending her to live with her brother and his wife. Nancy died a short time later. At the funeral, Sophia still worried that people would somehow discover Nancy was born out of wedlock. This made her uneasy. At the time of Nancy’s death they had not completely reconciled.
One day, I stopped by Sophia’s house for a visit shortly after Nancy passed away. I almost did not recognize her. Her body was frail, her skin was ashened and wrinkled. Her voice sounded gravelly and weak. She could not finish her sentences without a hacking cough. Her decline was shocking. Sophia claimed not to know the nature of her illness. A short time later she died of brain and liver cancer, just as Nancy had 17 months earlier.
Over the years she admitted to bitter and unresolved feelings and had plenty opportunities to resolve them. I learned from her the importance of making peace with your past. Doing so will prosper you on the road to ageing well.
Had the awesome privilege to be the featured blogger this week for Beyond Baby Mamas. Check it out!
Today’s Community Blogger is Tamara D. Brown. Tamara is a social research interviewer by trade and a minister by vocation. She blogs at The Well Report. Tamara became a single mother in 1979. She was 19. She married 11 years later. She is the mother of one daughter: BBM’s founder, Stacia L. Brown.
Stacia sat down with her mom and asked her a few questions about her early single-parenting experiences. Here’s what she had to say about sacrifice, the importance of finding trustworthy caregivers, and determining your child’s love language.
1. Take us back to the day you discovered you were pregnant. What do you remember about it?
I knew from the moment of conception. From that day on, I would not take any medication, not even an aspirin. Then when I felt the first flutter, I called you Stacia.
It was surreal to hear Shara’s name come out of Deana’s mouth, when I asked how she met Billy. I knew she knew of her. Who didn’t?
Once, I was on an online message board and one of the subjects was North End Landmarks. There, listed among historical monuments and turning points in the city’s history, was Shara’s full name. She was the only person listed. I tried to email the original poster of the message but he didn’t reply. Was he a victim of her wrath? Or someone who tried to love her?
I was living in an apartment not far from here. Billy and Shara lived upstairs and Shara’s cousin Robin lived downstairs. Robin and I were really cool and I used to hang out at her place quite a bit. One day she said, ‘Shara don’t be treatin’ her man right. He’s a good man too. I’mma hook ya’ll up.’ So that’s how it all started. Me and Billy used to meet up at Robin’s place, mostly to talk. Not long after we started seeing each other, I decided to move and I asked him if he would come with me. He said yeah. I was really scared of Shara, but I didn’t let her know it. ‘Cause, girl, she is really crazy…you heard what she did to that one man, right?
I could not believe my good fortune I was finally going to find out more about Shara and “what she did to that one man.” That became a catchphrase that you’d hear sprinkled in adult conversation. It would always be followed by a grimace or a head shake. His name and how he encountered her wrath was a mystery to everyone.
“Well, what did she do to him?” I asked casually as we headed toward the highway ramp. I had hoped that Deana didn’t noticed how perked up my ears were or that I was starting to drive faster than usual. Billy had bought Deana her dream car, an olive green Volvo sedan. It was her pride and joy. Aside from Billy, I was the only other person she had ever let drive it.
Girrrll! She lured him into the hallway of an apartment house near Cabbage St. He owed her some money, right? Once he got inside there, he said he wasn’t going to give her nothing, right? She pulled a big piece of wood off the stair case…girl it had the nails in it and everything and beat him half to death. To this day, he’s still messed up.
I wondered if he was the original poster of the message board.
Anyway, one night we were inside of our apartment, right? We had moved down to Sands. Somebody was knocking on the door, right? I looked through the peephole and it was Shara! I was so scared, right? I told Billy he had better get her away from outside my door…’cause you know I’m scared of her but I won’t let her know it.
Deana’s comments about how afraid she was of Shara would always be followed by a nervous chuckle. I couldn’t imagine Deana being afraid of anyone; however, with this, she convinced me.
“I been knowing Shara since I was a little girl. Billy went outside there and I heard her tell him to come home with her and he said, ‘Nah this is where I’m at now.” Girl, then it sounded like they was fightin’, right? And Billy came back in the house and said Shara had cut him on his face. Girl, blood was everywhere!
I remember several times wondering about the deep gash on the side of Billy’s nose. I never asked how he got it. It had this crisscross look, like a carving. It looked deliberate.
Deana said Shara called the police and told them something about Billy having warrants and he got arrested. Shara ended up leaving before the police got there, and they never saw her again.
Billy told Deana that night he was convinced he would be with her forever.
My mind couldn’t help but drift while Deana was talking. I could see Shara in my daydream heading towards Albany Avenue alone in the dark. It was the street where Miss Mabel’s church and the Rockabye bar were located. The avenue where folks poured out their sorrows in one way or another. I know what she did was terrible but at that moment, I really felt sorry for her. I don’t think she meant to hurt Billy when she cut him.
I believe she just wanted to leave her mark, an insignia that said, Remember, you loved me first.
Deana reminded me again that she remembered Shara while growing up and how the tales of her always frightened her. Each time she mentioned her name, she’d scan the outside of the car, like she expected Shara to jump in front of it.
She told me she knew a girl who knew Shara’s whole family. Deana said that woman told her a story of alleged abuse that Shara experienced as a child. It was said that the acts were only directed towards her. I won’t record the details of the abuse, but after hearing it, I was certain I had discovered the root of her rage.
“You know she had those other two kids, right?” Deana continued as we pulled into her driveway. It was a known fact that Shara had another set of children at a very early age who were given to some else to raise. Deana said the woman told her that it was rumored that Shara’s father, Mr. Neil, was also the father of the children.
I felt a twinge of sickness in the pit of my stomach. Hearing the news was almost too much to bear. I couldn’t help but think back to the expression on the faces of her family members when anyone mentioned her name. Now I realize, it was a look of pity and shame.
“Guess that’s how she got that way,” Deana said, shrugging her shoulders as we headed towards the front door.
I tried to share the story with Deana about how Shara had asked me to attend church with her when I was a child. As with everyone else her reaction showed indifference.
I thought about how pristine Shara’s childhood home was. I could imagine them scrubbing and cleaning hoping the secret stain would be washed away.
But like grape juice splashed on clean white linen, it was be next to impossible to remove by human effort.
I thought of times I’d watched her attempt to reach for normal. That day I understood, if these accusations were true, nothing in her foundation could ever support that stand.
For several days, the flames of Shara’s rage kept coming to me. Sometimes fire purifies; sometimes it damages.
Please stay with us for the conclusion, Grapevine, Part 3.
Life Through Me is a series of autobiographical vignettes, featuring various people and experiences I’ve encountered. The first section, Life With Billy was about my relationship with my favorite uncle. The second section Billy’s Girlfriend and Shara’s Song explored his turbulent relationship with his ex. Grapevine is the three part conclusion to this segment. Hope you’ve enjoyed the series!
Because my life had always been interwoven with Billy’s, I would periodically make trips back to North End to visit. My main reason for returning was because I was curious about his new girlfriend, Deana. On the surface, I had grown indifferent about my quest for Shara, partly because Billy stopped mentioning her and also because I was almost certain it was her I had seen the last time I was in town.
If that was truly Shara I had seen, when had she become someone who would deny who she was? I was disappointed in her. But another part of me was still perplexed about how she had come to be. Why was she so different from her siblings? What was the source of all her rage? Would I ever solve these mysteries?
I don’t quite remember the first time I had actually met Deana but I do remember my reaction to her. I was as befuddled about Deana’s arrival as I was about Shara’s departure. Staring at her standing slightly behind Billy that day, I tried hard to find something about her that appealed to him. Billy always liked flashy women who seemed to live life in the fast lane. Deana was as plain as Shara was ornate. She held her head down as if she was waiting for some type of approval. Meeting Deana caused me to reminisce about the day I first laid eyes on Shara.
I couldn’t have been any more than four years old, but I remember the day I stood there looking at this bejeweled woman and listening to Billy announce her name with pride. There was something strange about her, perhaps it was the full cast she had on her left leg. I think the story behind that was that she had gotten in a fight with some man and her leg was broken in the process. She strutted around in the cast almost like she did in high heels; acting as if she had known us for ages. Nothing hindered her. I remember wondering why would someone want a girlfriend with a broken leg. It was like having a damaged doll. Why won’t Billy take her back and get another one? my four year old mind wondered.
Looking at Deana the day I met her, I could see brokenness but not in her limbs. Something seemed to be broken in her spirit making her appear disjointed. It was as if she had to heal on her own. There was a shyness about her, you could tell that by the way she cocked her head to the side. Still there was something in her stance that let you know she was the gatekeeper of her soul. I could tell that Deana was a perfect blend of raw city grit and southern charm. She had created this persona and she seemed determined to hold it together.
Deana was the color of coffee beans roasted in the blistering Hawaiian sun. You got the impression that your experience with her would be strong and bitter. However, it didn’t take long to realize that she was guarded with her true personage. She reserved it like fine dark chocolate you keep for special guests. As time went on her demeanor lightened her eyes and her smile sweetened, and before long, like a great cup of coffee, she’d warm and stimulate you.
Deana and I became fast friends. I liked watching her cater to Billy. It was nice to finally see someone caring for him. He was 16 years older than her. He became the father she needed; she was the daughter he wanted. She had a girly cackle that he loved. I realized it the day she told me he had sent a clown with balloons to her job on her last birthday.
“Tahamee, you should have seen it, right? That clown came inside there and just started singin’,” she chuckled as Billy stood beside her, smirking.
Deana had a funny way of talking. She would always use unnecessary words in her sentences. It was as if she thought by doing so she’d add strong emotions to her statements.
Theirs was a love that we all watched unfold over time. Even though their relationship was being perfected, they both seemed to be self medicating something. She was a shopaholic; he was a drinker, and they both were chain smokers. Still they were steadily becoming one of my favorite couples.
Billy was starting to lose that worried look he had when he was with Shara. Our family adored her and I liked to see my grandmother purse her lips and relax her shoulders when she’d announce to the family they would soon be visiting. She seemed pleased that her oldest son managed to find a woman who had her domestic abilities.
It didn’t take long for my friendship with Deana to progress to sisterhood. I was honored, knowing that this had only happened because she allowed it. It was through her I learned how to truly love and care for a man. Some things she told me, some I learned through observation, eventually watching Billy decide to stop drinking and marry her.
As with any bond, Deana and I shared take-to-your-grave secrets and had days of strife. If you were someone she had newly trusted, she would sulk over an offense and give you the silent treatment. She could ignore you for hours or days, periodically glancing at you, making sure you were still nearby.
Our relationship was on the mend when Deana entered treatment for a terminal illness. When I first heard the news, it was as if someone had placed a huge bowling ball on my chest. It was a crushing pain.
Soon as I heard she had started daily treatments at the hospital, I rushed backed to North End to be by her side. Though she was always a woman of faith, there was a sadness about her now. It was difficult listening to her conversations. They were always worded in a way that let you know that she had accepted her condition and was just sitting around waiting for her day to die.
I tried to do everything I could to boost the morale in their household. I would take Billy out for long drives. Billy and Deana had moved to the suburbs so we’d ride down our old street to look at 105, which was now overgrown by weeds and had a huge sign with cement blocks, threatening trespassers.
I would get out and talk to those who still lived in the the old neighborhood. He would stay in the car with his arms folded saying, “Tam, these young thugs don’t care about us old timers anymore.” I thought visiting the old neighborhood would cheer him up, as he liked to recall his days of street life.
Closing the book entitled North End, I placed it on the lowest shelf in my mind. I wanted it to grow dusty and old. Hopefully one day it would disintegrate.
What purpose did that place serve in my life? Why were my experiences there so ugly? So painful? Will I ever have happy endings? I thought one day.
It wasn’t hard to make new friends in the Midwest. Before long my days were filled with football games, quarters parties and trips to the mall. Almost as swiftly as the seasons changed, Junior high days turned into High school days and my social life went into high gear. I dated. A lot. It seemed that for several years straight I always had a love interest but no love.
Nobody ever sparked my happy butterfly.
A few times during my high school years, I went back to North End, although I avoided all the old landmarks. I’d heard there had been an exodus and all our old neighbors had moved to the suburbs or the outskirts of town.
Like a cancer, our beloved building 105 was now totally ravished with drugs and crime and had even claimed the life of Mr. Doyle, our landlord. 105 was his pride and joy. We were always taught to be polite and respectful to him and his property. It was not so with the new tenants . He was lured in the basement around the first of the month, robbed, and shot, execution style. I still feel a pang in my heart when I think about it. Most of the former residents will not even go down that street let alone talk about living there.
During one of my visits to North End, I was able to catch up with Debbie. We went out one night and she told me that Derek had been asking about me.
I blinked extra hard as I felt my happy butterfly dance a jig. “Oh?!” I replied trying real hard not to seem too eager as the last words he had spoken to me still stung a decade later.
“Yeah, girl, he said next time you come to town he wants to see you” Deb said nonchalantly. She always said things in a way to let you know there was something else on her mind. She wasn’t impressed after all; he was her first cousin and not a big deal.
To me, it was everything.
I’m not sure how it all happened but it wasn’t long before I was making regular trips back east. Billy had moved back and was living with his new girlfriend Deana. I laugh now about how I would tell Billy I really wanted to visit but it was Derek I wanted to see.
Derek still had his boyish good looks. Even though there was more thug now than Alex Vanderpool, he managed to maintain both images. I loved spending time with him when I visited. We would go to clubs and restaurants, visit friends in North End or stop by to see his family as we tried to make the most of our brief time. We were both happy to finally see what it felt like to actually date as adults. He was living with an older girl who I had met as a child. She lived around the corner from Miss Mabel’s. I never even bothered to probe to find out more about his relationship.
I was too busy enjoying my first love.
During one of my visits, Derek and I had planned to meet up downtown. Not sure why since normally he would pick me up at Billy and Deana’s place. They live in the Sands, a high rise apartment community on the outskirts of downtown. Pacing back in forth as I waited, I noticed two women who were the same height coming up the block. They stood out because they had on too many clothes for such a warm spring day. My eyes focused on one of them. She had caramel even- toned skin and a bloated look that made it seem like if you stuck a pen in her she would deflated draw in like a raisin. She didn’t look like anyone I knew, yet some about her was familar.
“Shara!” I yelled jumping in front of her. Her eyes locked with mine. I saw fear in them.
“Uh uh.” The old Shara I knew was a quick liar. I was certain this was her. Her clothing made me second guess myself. The Shara I used to know was a sharp dresser, This woman’s clothing was dark and made her look frumpy and old.
After interrogating her for a few minutes, she continued to deny that she was Shara. Something in her eyes was pleading with me not to ask any more questions.
The other lady walking with her, had moved over to a grassy patch under a lamp post, stayed within earshot. She had dropped her head but would occasionally dart her eyes in my direction. Her body language revealed to me that my assumptions were correct: I had indeed found Shara.
Feeling helpless and unable to come up with any more questions, I had to let her go. Moving aside, I watched as she and the other woman, sluggishly walked down the hill, to the heart of downtown. I would recall this story to Billy many times over the years, wondering if that was really Shara.
He would always intently listen, as if he were waiting for me to reveal some missing part of the story. Mentions of her would soften his face, saddening him.
As a dazzling firecracker, that lights up a summer sky, but swiftly turns to a downward fizzle, so did my relationship with Derek. We were worlds apart. He loved street life more than anything. I could see the rush in his eyes when he talked about the cops chasing him, where he stashed his wares or how he beat some charge.
I wanted a simpler quiet life, to be married one day and perhaps to have more children. I could never imagine living back in North End; he couldn’t imagine life anywhere else.
I remember our last night together. After a night on the town, we went back to Billy and Deana’s and decided to take a stroll around the complex. I don’t know if it was actually said, but we knew we probably wouldn’t see each other for a very long time if ever. With the bright downtown lights as our back drop, we paused by a wooden utility pole. Derek removed a knife from his pocket and carved, Derek and Tam forever in the pole encasing it in a heart.
“I’ll never get married until I hear that you are,” Derek said as we headed to the front door.
I knew he was probably lying but I loved the sound of it. It was a corny line, I know, but there was nothing lame about what we felt.
It was as if Derek was determined to give me a complete first love experience. Something that would warm my heart causing my butterfly to go into a frenzy.
I haven’t seen Derek since that night. I did however receive a call from him a few years later. I was living here in Maryland and he wanted to see if we could give it one last try. He was even willing to meet me half way, by moving to Maryland. Who knows for sure if he was really serious? He may have been sincere or perhaps just wanted to move his “operation” to my region.
I told him that I was engaged to someone else. I wanted so badly to throw caution to the wind and follow my heart, allowing my butterfly to soar like it was meant to.
I chose to stay with the man I was engaged to. Our relationship ended a few months later. I don’t regret either decision.
Through Derek I learned your happy butterfly is eternal.
There’s more, please keep reading with us as we finally learn more about Shara!
As much as I tried to, I could not recall having any interaction with Shara after going to church with her. It was almost as if a scene had ended in a play I had been watching. The lights dimmed, the curtain dropped, but there was no applause.
How did this drama end? Would I ever find out what happened to the protagonist?
Over the years, I had hoped so.
Part of the reason I lost track of Shara was because we had moved back to the midwest where I found Billy despondent. I don’t know why Mom and I relocated when we did, but for me it could not have happened soon enough. My mother was in a tumultuous relationship that I hoped day and night would end, and I was experiencing puppy love which ended with me being dogged.
His name was Derek. He was the cousin of my neighbor Debbie who lived in 105. One Saturday, I was pretty bored and thought I would go visit her. There was never a dull moment at Debbie’s place. Their living room was always filled with drug addicts who were heading to or fresh out of rehab. Some were relatives, and some were friends, who would congregate in their front room discussing court dates and methadone dosages.
“Immo get it together, Miss Sadie; next time you see me, this monkey won’t be on my back,” someone would say.
“Well, I sure hope so!” Miss Sadie, Debbie’s mom, would always reply with a sigh, as she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. Miss Sadie used to own a bar on the avenue similar to the one Billy would take me to. She had become ill not long after opening the bar and was disabled. Now an arm chair psychologist, it seemed as if every addict or hustler had followed her from the avenue to her apartment for advice. So there I would sit for hours listening to Miss Sadie dishing out home spun wisdom. She knew every hustler, street urchin, or prostitute who had ever strolled the avenue and could go back three or four generations giving details of their family history.
Some days she would just sit, chain smoking Camels, and school me on the ways of street folk.
“Now a wino will be honest with you, Tam. When he’s drunk, he will spill his guts and admit that he is an alcoholic. But there is something about dope that makes people lie,” she said one day as her voice trailed off. We sat silently as if she needed time to think about the many times she had been lied to.
I had expected the day that I met Derek to be like any other visit to Miss Sadie’s and Debbie’s apartment. I could already hear the rumble of simultaneous conversations as I approached their door.
Once inside, I gave a swift greeting and slipped into a nearby chair like I was attending a community meeting. The visitors that day didn’t look like folks I had seen in North End before and they weren’t: at least not anymore. They were actually relatives of Miss Sadie’s. Her sister Juanita and two of her children, Angela and Derek.
Juanita and her husband Ron owned a night club on the other side of town. Determined to free their family from North End, they scrimped and saved until they were able to move to the side of town where I had visited Shara’s family.
“Oh Tam, I want you to meet my sister Juanita and her…” was all I heard Miss Sadie say that day, once I laid eyes on her nephew, Derek. He was a slender built cinnamon colored young man with soft brown hair and a lazy eye that gave him a dreamy look. Derek was the coolest guy I had ever seen. His clothing was preppy and polished like Alex Vanderpool’s, but something underneath that image screamed young thug. I was completely smitten.
That day it was as if I had swallowed a happy butterfly that never wanted to be free. It was content just fluttering around in my stomach.
My first reaction must have been very obvious as I caught a glimpse of Miss Sadie and her sister exchanging glances and giggling. She would tease me about that for years to come. After a brief visit, I excused myself and headed back to our apartment. I felt like if I didn’t leave soon that happy butterfly was sure to fly right out of my mouth. Plus, staring at Derek and his sister’s clothing was starting to make me feel like Cinderella before the ball.
My pastel colored sweat shirt and jeans were no match for their attire. Derek was wearing a pair of really nice dress pants with a plaid shirt, a v-neck angora knit sweater, and a black leather jacket. Angela’s outfit gave her a militant, defiant look. Her huge curly afro couldn’t help but compliment the brown suede fringed jacket and mini skirt she was wearing. Her enormous hooped earrings, choker and high heeled suede boots made her look confident and powerful. Instantly, I wanted to be like her.
Something about their apparel made me think of how they must have chosen their images carefully and how hard their parents must have worked to help them maintain those images.
Over the next few months, Derek would make several visits to 105. Sometimes with his mom but most of the time alone. For fleeting moments I would allow myself to think that his frequent visits to North End were because of his growing attraction to me, although deep down I knew they weren’t. Juanita and her husband had prepared a banquet table for their children, allowing them to feast on everything their new money could provide. North End had already whetted Derek’s appetite and he could not stay away.
Derek’s real reason for visiting North End didn’t matter to me; I was just glad when he did. I’d looked for reasons to be around when he was visiting but I’d beat up on myself because I couldn’t think of anything to say. Being around him made me shy and awkward. There were plenty boys who liked me in our neighborhood but none as intriguing as Derek.
Is he shy or just trying to play it cool? Does he even like me at all? Does he think about me as much as I think about him? I’d think as I wrote our names, encased in hearts on every flat surface I could find.
Whenever he visited, we would engage in some conversation and I even think he had called me a few times. Still I wanted more of his attention but wasn’t sure how to get it. When I wasn’t pining over Derek, I would occasionally think about the girls he must be meeting in his neighborhood. Girls who sparkled more and always knew the right things to say. Those thoughts usually made me more uneasy, and it would show whenever he came around.
It wasn’t long before he stopped visiting 105 altogether. Debbie and her family had moved to a housing project across town and I hardly saw her.
One day I got a call from Debbie. “Derek is having a party this weekend. Why don’t you see if you can come over and maybe we can go to the party.” she said. I was all for it. I knew getting a ride would be difficult for us as neither of our parents had cars.
Saturday night came and as we predicted, we couldn’t get rides to the party. This didn’t seemed to bother Debbie at all but I was very disappointed. I begged her to call him. I knew I was getting ahead of myself and my emotions were overriding my judgment but I had to find out how he really felt. Mom had already announced that we would be moving to the Midwest any day now. Before my life in North End came to a close, I wanted it to have a happy ending.
Debbie finally gave in and agreed to call. “Oh somebody wants to speak to you….Tam” I heard her say before handing me the phone.
“Hello?” I said with a nervous giggle. I could hear that the party was in full swing. The music was loud and bumping and the people were louder. It sounded packed. I had hoped that perhaps Derek would want us to come once he heard that we weren’t able to, that he would even ask his parents or one of his older siblings to pick us up.
Quite the contrary. After a few minutes of awkward dialogue, he said these words: “I have to go! I’ll talk to you when the time comes….if the time comes!” That’s all I remember about that night. I’m not sure if he hung up on me or if I laid the phone down or told Debbie. All I knew that night was the chapter of my life that had taken place in North End was over, and hopefully, I’d never have to read it again.
Little did I know years later, I’d be compelled to.
Although it was a warm spring day outside, there was something about the inside of Shara’s church that reminded me of autumn. It had the feel of a season where things that were once alive and flourishing were now cold and dying.
As Shara and I were walking to church, I was wondering if the service was going to be more like Miss Mabel’s church, the new babysitter Mom had found for me. Miss Mabel, whose chestnut brown skin and long shiny black hair made her resemble a thinner version of Mahalia Jackson, was what we called ‘sanctified’ back then. She attended the holiness fire-baptized church down on the avenue. I remember the day I went to her house with Mom to talk to her about babysitting me.
“Well, you have to bring her dresses…’cause we go to chuuurch,” she said as they sat there discussing times and prices. It was something about the way she said church that made me think we would be there for a very long time.
It wasn’t long before I was attending the nightly revival services along with Miss Mabel and her eight kids. We’d take up a whole row of the tiny storefront church. The hot bright lights and mahogany wood paneling on the walls and floors made the church look like the basement of someone’s home. There were no frills in the sanctuary or the parishioners, as if any decor or adorning had to be left on the other side of the threshold.
Still, the tiny holiness church spared no expense on the instruments. The state-of-the-art organ, drumset and microphones were quite similar to those I had seen in the Rockabye Bar, down the street.
We would watch the ushers “nurse,” as we called it, fanning heavy laden souls and snatching babies or eye glasses from the folks so they could feverishly dance around uninhibited. Our prattle couldn’t be heard over the loud shaking of the tambourines, or the saints picking them up and putting them down on the hard wood floors. The holy dancing sounded like the marching of a well disciplined army. They were soldiers indeed.
Eventually, without being told, I’d learn to sit still in the house of the Lord, realizing it was the place where God lived. There I’d sit in taupe colored folded chairs, watching bodies fall around me, slain by the power of God. During one service, a man fell in the aisle to my right. His glassy eyes were fixated on the ceiling as his mouth foamed, eventually muffling his hallelujahs and cries to Jesus.
“Those people have the whitest teeth. I guess it’s all that foamin’ at the mouth,” I remember Mom saying one day. I’m not even sure why she was telling me that. She had a way of telling me things that went way over my head,kind of like her comments were meant for grownups but since there weren’t any around, I’d just have to do.
I sat there, calmly peering down at the man stretched out on the floor, remembering Mom’s description but beginning to comprehend on my own what was taking place. I understood that this was one of many ways that people served and sacrificed to God. Over time, I also noticed the strength and power He gave them in exchange.
As soon as we entered the sanctuary of the church I was attending with Shara, I realized there would be a vast difference between Miss Mabel’s church and Shara’s church. Still, I knew God had more than one household and I need to be still while visiting Him.
As soon as Shara wearily sat down on the pew that Easter sunday morning, her shoulders drooped forward and she sobbed.
She cried so hard I thought she was going to break in two. Her whole body shook, especially her stomach. The tears were coming from a deep cavity in her soul that most people didn’t think she had.
She was equipped with an endless amount of tissue. As soon as she soaked through one she would simultaneously pull out another. I had never seen anybody cry that hard for two solid hours let alone be silent while doing it. She didn’t even look like herself. With her black mascara collecting at the bottom of her lashes, her sharp ebony eyes resembled muddy puddles in a rain storm.
I didn’t even know she knew how to cry.
At one point she just covered her mouth, as if she wanted to throw up.
I felt so bad for her. Shara’s church wasn’t the kind of church you cried in. It was the type where folks left their tears at home, only showing up there to prove how successful they were. Still it was the only place Shara knew.
Nobody looked at her. She was the only one crying. No usher came over to her with tissue or a hug. No minister or deacon approached her to pray. Instead Shara worked it out the best way she knew how.
Although she was not physically leaning on me, I was starting to feel heavy and helpless. It felt like the weight of her burden and the flood of her tears would eventually swallow me up.
Why didn’t I ask if we could go to Miss Mabel’s church? I thought. I wasn’t certain if that was the right place for her or not. Her passion didn’t match theirs, but any place would have been better than where we were.
One thing I was certain of, Shara handpicked me to be there with her that Sunday morning; I felt it. I’m not sure why she chose me to go with her that day. Could I have been the only one who wouldn’t judge her or think that her tears weren’t real? Maybe she saw me as someone who would use all the grey matter they could muster to try to comprehend her pain. Who knows for sure, all I know is Shara could be full of drama, but this was no performance.
This was the real her.
I don’t remember anything said in the sermon. The message and the announcements had the same tone. There was no soul stirring music. It felt more like we were there to mourn the dearly departed rather than celebrate Someone who triumphantly rose.
The only offering I remembered that day was Shara’s tears.
If any of her family members were there for the Easter service, she didn’t greet them, and they didn’t come over to her.
“Well, let’s go,” she said with a faint smile as soon as the service ended. I noticed it wasn’t hard for her to rise to her feet. She was light as a feather.
“You wanna go get some ice cream?” she said as we headed towards the door. Lincoln Dairy a local ice cream parlor was across the street. Everybody went there on Sundays. We crossed Main Street to go to the dairy never discussing the church or the service.
Once we placed our order, we sat there eating our ice cream chattering about nothing in particular. I kept trying to search her face, hoping to get a clue of what was going on inside of her. Her dark eyes were back on duty, darting around the ice cream parlor.
The only thing I remember about the walk home, was how brightly the sun was shining on us.


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Thirteen protesters were arrested this morning after forming a blockade at Crestwood Midstream’s gas storage facility in Watkins Glen, New York. An Ithaca College student was among those arrested and charged.
An Ithaca College student was arrested and charged after participating in an environmental protest in Watkins Glen, New York, officials said.
Ithaca College Junior Joshua Enderle was one of 13 arrested this morning. Courtesy of We Are Seneca Lake.
The campaign began protesting at Crestwood in October 2014 because of its storage of dangerous methane gas and the risks they believe the gas poses to Seneca Lake, Steingraber said.
Enderle and the 12 others received tickets telling them when to appear in court and were then released from custody, Steingraber said. Officials from the Sheriff’s Office were not available for comment at press time.
Enderle, as an environmental studies major, said he joined We Are Seneca Lake last spring semester. While he is from Western New York and has no personal ties to the lake, he said he understands the need for its conservation. The lake provides drinking water for people and creates a thriving Finger Lakes economy, he said.
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Be glad you aren't Jim Furyk today.
1. The American team entered Sunday with a massive four point lead in the Ryder Cup, and the home fans were expecting to enjoy another dominant day.
2. Luke Donald won the first match of the day over Bubba Watson, to make the score 10-7. Still, the USA has a big lead. Whatever.
3. Europe's Paul Lawrie wiped the floor with Brandt Snedeker for another European point.
4. At least Keegan Bradley, Team USA's best player all weekend, was putting up a fight against Rory McIlroy.
5. ...but McIlroy stormed back to win two of the last four holes and take a full point.
6. Meanwhile, Ian Poulter was busting out the Fierce Face against Webb Simpson.
7. Simpson ended up dropping his match to Poulter, giving Europe four straight points to open up the day. It's tied, 10-10.
8. Phil Mickelson made a clutch putt to stay 1-up on Justin Rose with just two holes to play.
9. Phil barely missed chipping in for birdie on No. 17, but his par should have been enough to remain up with Rose well away from the hole.
10. But Rose made this incredible putt to win the 17th outright. All of a sudden, the match is tied heading to No. 18.
11. Rose made another ridiculous putt, and stole a point from Mickelson. Europe leads, 11-10.
12. Phil couldn't believe it.
13. Zach Johnson and Dustin Johnson gave the Americans hope with two vital wins.
15. But Lee Westwood got all aggro and stole a surprising point from Matt Kuchar, to tie the score at 12-12.
16. In the next match, Jim Furyk missed this putt on No. 17 and headed to the 18th all-square with Sergio Garcia.
17. Furyk's pretty reliable though, and he leaves himself a short putt to halve the hole and earn the Americans half a point.
21. Poor Jim. Europe leads, 13-12, and needs just one more point to retain the Ryder Cup.
22. Jason Dufner delivers an American point though to make it 13-13. A tie goes to the defending champion, so Team USA needs 1.5 points from the last two matches to win.
23. Dufner was REALLY excited.
Or scared. I'm not sure, what his face is doing here.
24. Steve Stricker, however, blows a short putt on the 17th to give Martin Kaymer a lead heading to No. 18.
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27. Tiger Woods, the American anchor Sunday, is rendered irrelevant... but he loses the 18th to halve his match anyway.
28. Final score: Europe 14.5, USA 13.5.

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Prós: The fact that we were offered an additional round of water and the friendliness of the crew.
Contras: Very old plane with seatback screens or USB ports for charging.
Prós: I liked the window seat.
Contras: They didn’t talk much about the landing card.
Prós: Everything! I never knew that Finnair was such a great airline.
Contras: Honestly, nothing could have been better.
Prós: The crew was great!
Contras: Very bad food my options were pork and vegetarian. Chicken finished.
Contras: Boarding began 25 min after the indicated time. Huge crowd of people (big Airbus 330) was standing in the corridor in some kind of disorganized manner. Priority entrance was open, but then another 20-25 min in the closed waiting area, some kind of hoarder. Only then the mixture of all passengers was let through the sleeve to the plane. Why bother about Priority? Plane arrive in NYC 35 min late. Many transit passengers worried about their connecting flights.
Contras: Original departure time: 08:50- Estimated departure time 10:20. Actual departure time: 11:00.
Contras: Endless waiting and lost luggage. Excuse was unpredicted weather conditions. It was snowing in Finland so they had to clear the Ice from the planes.. Snowing in Finland? How uncommon is that during December? I actually think most of this is poor ground handling In Helsinki.
Contras: Endless waiting and lost luggage. Excuse was unpredicted weather conditions. It was snowing in Finland so they had to clear the Ice from the planes.. Snowing in Finland? How uncommon is that during December? I think most of this is poor ground handling In Helsinki.
Prós: Overall pretty good. Newer plane, business class is well configured.
Contras: Food was good, not great. Seats when flat are quite hard.
Contras: I was not allowed to board the flight and made to wait for 4 hours at the Paris airport. This is extremely disheartening and frustrating to say the least. I would want to rescedhule my upcoming flight to avoid such inconvenience.
Contras: Would have preferred to watch one comedy movie. The crazy rich Asians was on a lighter side of a movie but I had seen that one already.
Prós: Kindness of the staff, quick check in, wonderful healthy food, my seat and overall experience.
Contras: Limited controls on the entertainment.
Prós: It was on one of their newer planes which meant that we had decent comfort and entertainment!
Contras: The seats were staggered between the middle and sides, so my family was eventually split across two rows. I hadn't expected that.
Prós: Boarding was ok in Dublin, even though they habitually use one of the poor gates with inadequate seating and entry to the plane from the tarmac, not via a bridge. queing and check in were well managed however.
Contras: Disembarked at Helsinki unto a bus. Despite landing roughly on time, this antiquated procedure effectively made the flight 20 mins late, as that’s when the passengers got to the terminal.
Prós: Well oiled service machine.
Prós: I will recommend to my friends and families.
Contras: it was a poor food choice again.
Contras: Good airline teamed up with crappy American brings them down. Don't waste money!!
Prós: Simple morning flight. Not at all full. Left on time, arrived early. Plane was new. Crew was happy. What more does one need? They were beta testing a new WiFi service. Free, but not yet ready for prime time.

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At the Jharkhand session, several eminent speakers, including academics and leaders of popular resistance movements spoke about the situation of displacement, resistance and the looming threat of Operation Green Hunt recently commenced in Jharkhand as well. Prem Verma, spoke about the strength of the movements that have powerful grassroots support and have been largely successful in their struggles to keep their land.
James Topo spoke emphatically on the pathetic state of education in tribal areas. The content of textbooks is completely irrelevant to the needs and context of adivasi children with the content-writers unable or unwilling to grasp that difference. The failure of education is exploited by officials; an example was given of a land acquisition officer giving a cheque to a tribal, assuring him that it was only a record of their conversation.
Dr. Bani of the Azadi Bachao Andolan spoke of the many hurdles faced in the successful struggle to stop the huge NTPC thermal power plant, which would have ruined thousands of acres of prime agricultural land. Most members of the Andolan have at least 10 false cases booked and pending against them. He spoke of the farce that is the public hearing for approval of projects. Hearings scheduled say, for 6th April at a distance of 20 km from the site of construction (in violation of the law) get secretively held on the 5th April, 11pm, to dissuade people from attending and participating (sited from a real 2009 incident).
Dr Bani also mentioned demonstrated alternatives to power production (touted as a mode of development) for example, where the government wants to buy land with mineral resources worth 40-60 crore/acre for a pittance from farmers, ABA have instead started small power plants, fully owned by the villagers, which utilize the local coal resources to power 50-60 households and all revenues would be split evenly between the villagers. He stressed on importance of development that was locally imagined and with locals benefitting and deciding on operations and economics.
Radha Krishna Munda of the Jharkhand Jungle Bachao Andolan spoke of ground realities in the implementation (or lack thereof) of the Forest Rights Act in Jharkhand. Additionally he talked of the harassment that adivasis and popular movements are facing. “An atmosphere of suspicion and intimidation has been created” he said – instead of implementing the Forest Rights Act, the nexus of police, civil administration and Forest Department is actively conniving with corporations to illegally give away adivasi land.
The West Bengal session saw a re-presentation of protests and peoples movements consistently dubbed Maoist in the past, Lalgarh being an example. Local activists and leaders of peoples’ movements are being branded as Maoists, a common thread that was also seen in the testimonies from Jharkhand and Chhattisgarh. Sujato Bhadro talked about the grave situation in Lalgarh, where a day after the Chief Ministers convoy was blown up, the police attacked villages 40 km away and mistreated the villagers. A village woman’s eyes were brutally gorged in the attack, another miscarried her baby. Currently, joint forces in the “affected areas” run amok, in violation of Constitution of India and international norms to which India is a signatory. People are being abducted, not produced in 24 hours and night raids are being conducted. In an unprecedented move, the entire area of Lalgarh has been governed under Section 144 of the CRPC since 17th June 2009.
Montu Lal and Gajen Singh, activists, also testified on atrocities in Lalgarh. Government has set aside funds for Joint Forces and for the Harmat Vahini but there is no funding for the poor. People have evacuated the villages and the paramilitary forces have taken measures that seem to be designed to take vengeance on people – such as polluting village wells and forcibly recruit people for petty work. “It feels like these are actions of a foreign occupying force”.


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I have a free acount and have only uploaded jpg images. Does anyone know if you can upload RAW files and TIFF?
Great looking site. Just curious, your Smugmug site has been up for a few months now - how are sales going? Have you made enough from sales to pay for the Smugmug fees??
. I have the Fuji X-T2 camera too. I also have newer Panasonic m 4/3 camera. It does the focus bracketing AND the stacking itself internally. While I have Zerene Stacker and have used it a lot, it's just so much easier and quicker to do my focus stacks automatically with my Panasonic camera.
What lovely, natural colors. Well done.
I particularly like the interior shots. Incredible dynamic range. Impressive how you could get the exposure perfect for both the interior and the outside sky/clouds. Is this an HDR image?
I too shot various interchangeable lens medium format film cameras back in the day. Although my favorite medium format by far was a TLR (Minolta Autocord). I preferred it over my Hassy and Bronica rigs. Have you considered using TLR cameras? Being cheaper, TLR might be the logical next step for your B&W film photography students.
Alan, are you shooting all medium format now, or are you also shooting 35mm film? In the dark room are you printing strictly black and white, or are you developing and printing color film/slides too? What print sizes are your favorities?
That's quite the assortment of old manual focus lenses. Lately, I've been buying up cheap Bronica medium format lenses and I using them on an SQ/Pentax adapter. The look and bokeh of some of these old, 5 or 6 element, manual focus lenses is very nice. Also, they are really easy to take apart and CLA.
Resignation as a Fujifilm Moderator.
Well done. It's as if I'm there with you!
About 20% are HDR presents. Some are graduated presets.
. Yesterday I saw that Trey Ratcliffs LR Presets were on sale (over 200 of them in a bundle that normally sell for $89 USD were now on sale for $49). Well, I bought them with PayPal and stayed up LATE last night trying out each preset on the types of images that I typically shoot. I found that maybe about 50 of them were way too wild and crazy for my taste, but the rest were definite keepers. As with all presets, one can tweak the settings a bit to make a preset just right. I thought is was money well spent, and I'm sure to be using these presets frequently in the future.


text: Mr. Blasco has practiced law in Southern California for over 38 years as a corporate, business and transactional attorney, which included direct litigation experience and litigation supervision. His practice generally has involved the representation of clients in the construction, real estate and manufacturing industries. After graduating from the University of Southern California in 1977 with a degree in Communications, and a minor in Psychology, he attended and graduated from Southwestern Law School in 1980. Mr. Blasco is licensed in California, and began his practice of law at Munns, Kofford, Hoffman, Hunt & Throckmorton in 1980, becoming a partner within 5 years. In 1990, Mr. Blasco left Munns Kofford, and founded Hunt, Ortmann, Blasco, Palffy & Rossell, and was a founding partner at this firm for over 18 years. He subsequently formed and is an owner of Blasco & Hawekotte General Counsel Services. Mr. Blasco’s practice evolves representing businesses and their owners, and includes matters related to small businesses, real estate, estate planning and administration. He is married to Susan Brady Blasco, known around the world as an expert in international trademark registration and protection. They have two sons. Brady B. Blasco graduated from the University of California at Berkeley, both under grad and law school, and is currently working for the Office of the General Counsel of the U. S. Postal Service in Washington D.C. Their other son graduated from the University of Oklahoma, has his MBA from the University of Pikeville, and is a college quarterback coach at Assumption College, an NCAA Div. II school in Worcester, MA.


text: This Spare Tire Cover was printed on a heavy-weight Automotive, Marine 32 once Expandable vinyl. Bold, full color print of a Dominator Tire Cover image on back of tire cover. Dominator Spare tire cover is hand made in the United States. All of our spare tire covers are made to order. The tire cover is held on by a strong shock cord sewn into the back edge. Available in black only. Each tire cover is made to the exact size of your spare tire size provided while ordering.

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This wasn't plan A, but looking at these photos with the gorgeous views you'd never know it because it turned out even more perfectly than we could have planned. Turtle Bay has all sorts of wedding packages that offer options for many different locations - from beach ceremonies, to golf course receptions, to events in the ballroom or pavilion, and even an option to host your ceremony at the stables, there are all sorts of spaces to choose from.
Our initial plan was to have the ceremony on Bay View Beach Point - which you can see Rich and I standing on in the photo below - then move to the lawn for an evening reception under a clear top tent with lanterns.
Thinking this venue looks familiar? It was the star of movies like Forgetting Sarah Marshall and Mike and Dave need wedding dates.
The forecast called for rain, and in order to fully plan for the big event we had to confirm the setup by 10am, which meant if we opted for the beach and it rained, we'd have a wet wedding. Not only that, the grass was wet from the night before, so our tented reception could turn into a big muddy mess.
We chose to change plans and move both the ceremony to the pavilion and I'm SO glad we did. I can't say enough good things about the Turtle Bay staff and our wedding "coordinator" on staff for helping things run smoothly and make the last minute adjustments feel like they were planned for months all along.
The Pavilion has a sidewalk that takes you both around the building, and also splits off to go into the building / terrace area. This was roped off for the ceremony, cocktail party, and reception so there wasn't any foot traffic from strangers.
The ceremony was set up in the Pavilion facing the ocean. My brother welcomed guests with music form the back of the room, then came back to meet me. My walk down the aisle started in the ballroom where we had a home base and a place to set things like decor boxes. With high ceilings and a perfect view, we said our vows to the gentle crash of waves in the background.
We did opt for a mic on our officiant and on Rich - since the Pavilion was open, we wanted to make sure everyone could hear in case it was breezy or the waves were a little loud. The Pavilion doors can also be closed if it's stormy out, but since we ended up getting sunshine and a soft breeze we left them open.
A fter the vows, we moved everyone to a terrace for cocktails while the Pavilion was transformed into our reception venue. The terrace has a long porch off of a long hallway with gorgeous views. It allowed everyone to relax, grab a drink, and take in the views while we shot some family photos on the lawn.
Our happy hour had tables available both for standing and sitting - the photo of me below gives you a peak. Some guests chose a table spot and got comfy, others took their drinks to the porch to take in the view. We also had the guest book out to allow guests to sign.
A fter the venue was all set for the reception with decor and all the food in place, we went down to the Pavilion to celebrate. Our wedding buffet was just outside the Pavilion doors on the patio to the right, and our DJ in the same position on the other side to the left, which left plenty of room for two long banquet tables and a dance floor in the middle. We had a bride and groom table at the front of the room right where our vows took place - with the cake table to our right and the bar to our left.
We also added a photo booth which sat outside the Pavilion on the grass, with a table of props at the back of the Pavilion outside the doors on the porch. This setup allowed plenty of space and make the whole Pavilion feel open, with gorgeous ocean views to top it off.
I can't wait to dive into the beautiful decor in the next post. I honestly ordered some pieces online and had them shipped there, and my Mom turned them into a dream.
Such a beautiful wedding at such a beautiful place. I love Hawaii!!!
Hawaii is my absolute favorite place to be! Your wedding was gorgeous!

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The Orange Ball team event (or was it yellow ?) was played in dry conditions at last on Saturday !
The last Group out excelled in the sunshine and Mike Troup, Tom Troup , Paul Kubiak and Andy Slater took first place with a score of 164 points - All team members scored well and the group had two twos !


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“Law without courts” seemed to Hugo Grotius an entirely coherent approach to the juridification of international relations. The first edition of his Law of War and Peace (1625) reflects an intense commitment to framing claims and rules for conduct outside the state in terms of legal rights and duties, but not to judicialization, even though arbitration between sovereigns was addressed in earlier works he had read, such as Alberico Gentili’s Law of War (1598). Yet in modern times international judicialization — the creation and use of international courts and tribunals — has been not only a significant component of liberal approaches to international order, but for some thinkers an indispensable concomitant of juridification.
Section I of this chapter provides an overview of the waves, and accretion, in the formation of what are now ten basic types of international courts. Section II offers some balance to the tendencies (implicit in the approach taken in Section I) to acclaim each flourishing legal institution as an achievement and to study only what exists, by considering the marked unevenness in the issues, and in the ranges of states, currently subject to juridification through international courts and tribunals. Section III addresses the question whether the density and importance of the judicially-focused juridification that now exists has implications for politics, law, and justice that are truly significant and qualitatively different from what has gone before. This is explored by examining some of the main roles and functions of international courts, considered not simply as a menu but as a complex aggregate. Section IV concludes.