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It's been a while since I posted as part of 'The Gallery', but I am making an effort to balance my life and that includes balancing my blog, too.
I had grand intentions of documenting my California adventures over the Christmas holidays, but due to one thing and another my grand ideas faded away. When I saw the theme for this week's Gallery I knew I had to showcase our trip to Muir Woods, one of the greenest places I know.
The Redwoods are one of California's natural wonders and the lush climate of the coast keeps everything green. If you are ever in the San Francisco Bay area, Muir Woods is definitely a place to visit.

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It was me this time, but it just as easily could've been you.
The week had been an emotional bruiser. Deadlines, bosses, landlords, bank tellers, traffic, lady friend — each had their go, catching me with one unexpected kaboom after another until my nerves were breached and my patience was in hospice care. And it was only Wednesday.
I needed a beer. A draft, ice-cold. Not the memory wipe of a dusk-to-dawn bender. Just one. Something to pull a temporary curtain over all the noise. A breather before the next round.
So I popped into Abbey Brewing Co. in South Beach. The last gulp of an IPA splashed in my glass as I hooked my head around to take in the happy-hour crowd. A couple nuzzled in a booth. A lonely tourist locked on SportsCenter. It was a clean, poorly lighted place, to twist the line from Hemingway. The quintessential American rest stop for the battered soul: the bar.
The guy manning the counter slipped me the bill. My wallet was out before I scoped the charge: $4.50. That's with a $2 discount for happy hour.
Suddenly, my easy-earned peace was rubble. A whole hosanna choir of fat ladies began screaming in my head: "Too fucking expensive."
"Hey, man," I said to the bartender, papering over my annoyance with a buddy-buddy vibe, "how do you guys decide how much to charge for a beer?"
"I guess it's just what the owner decides he needs to charge to brew the beer," the guy said.
"Because this," I say, pushing a finger at the $6.50 on the menu, "is pricey."
Everything in South Florida is getting too fucking expensive. True, this place has always been wrapped in an haute couture image, the drop-top destination for global elites. But Maybach Miami is more mask than reality, and underneath, this region has working-class guts. Unfortunately, as the country stumbles out of the Great Recession, it's the normal folks who are getting sidelined and screwed.
Start with the land. Real estate prices are in upswing. I'll bet you a case of Ice House your rent's gone up in the past three months. It's been jacked for me and everyone else I know. And with land, so goes the price of everything else: fuel (10 cents higher than the national average), natural gas prices (more than 50 percent higher), and food. They just keep slapping meretricious layers of cost over the region like paint jobs on a stolen Camaro.
That's why those wallet-busting bar tabs sting. I'm from the Rust Belt, where we fight crippling winters and postindustrial blues with feeding tubes of cut-rate beer. I've stanched my own worst hours with soul-boosting trips to cheap dives, where amber waves flow easily, the American spirit in 16 ounces. And let's face it: If you're on the losing end of a boom economy, cheap drinks are the only consolation prize.
But South Florida is becoming a 1-percenter playpen. The succor of the working stiff is hard to find. So, like a postrecession Aeneas skiffing over a Mediterranean of booze, looking for a homeland that might exist no more, I decided to set off on a quest for the greatest beer deal of them all — the dollar draft.
I lay out some ground rules for my search. (1) Draft beer only. (2) No one-night-a-week deals; any bar that satisfies my quest has to offer a daily special. (3) No chain restaurants. (4) No Googling — word-of-mouth suggestions only. On a random Tuesday night in November, I set out into the belly of the boom economy, the blingy Oz of silicone beach bods and glass condo towers: South Beach.
Lesson number one from the field: It's hard to fit a fat roll of cash in your pocket if you're wearing skinny jeans. Put it in your back pocket: hard to sit. Front pocket: porny bulge. Still, I break two Andrew Jacksons down to 40 Washingtons and pocket that rubber-band bank.
If any place has a dollar draft, I figure, it's got to be the VFW Post 3559 — an open secret tucked into a condo building on West Avenue, with buzzer access. Marlboro smoke veils the small room looking out onto Biscayne Bay. By 5 p.m., regulars are hunkered down on stools, each new arrival heralded by backslaps and handshakes.
But there's no dollar beer here. Bud Light comes in the bottle for $2.25. I load up on two.
"The days of the dollar draft on the beach are dead," one patron grumbles. A lady who overhears that I'm a New Times writer looking for cheap drinks shakes her head solemnly. "They don't pay you too much over there, do they?"
I plot a course northeast. Quickly, my fat bank of singles crash-diets down to a slim roll. At Lost Weekend on Española Way, a Fat Tire is $5.02. I skip over to Finnegan's Way on Ocean ($5). The Whitelaw Hotel and Bar ($7.62). FL Cafe ($7.56). Tomorrow, I'll find a Post-it that says "beech place draf $5.24."
On the north end of Washington and 13th, I'm struggling to get my roll of ones comfortably into my jeans pocket when I lock eyes on two women who are sandblasted with makeup and tilting on club heels.
"Hey there," one yells to me. "You got a light?"
My hands fumble around my pockets. "Where you ladies going tonight?"
"That Irish bar," she says. "Why don't you buy us a drink?"
"OK, but let me ask you something. Do you know where I can get a dollar draft beer?"
With no other word, they're zipping off without me. A couple of minutes later, a grown man shrink-wrapped in a child-sized red T-shirt walks up wanting a cigarette. I hit him with the familiar refrain.
"No," he says, shaking his head. "No way. You need to go to the liquor store, get you something there."
"But I want to go to a bar."
"No way. Just go to the liquor store, man."
At a gas station, I score a Bud Light tallboy ($1.68), prophylactic that sucker in a bag, and slurp it on the corner of Collins and 12th. There, brownbagging under the art deco shadows, I ingest South Beach and its particular fauna: Russian billionaire types accessorized with runway-model gal pals. Tommy Bahama'd tourists. The twitchy homeless. And bros — a sea of bros — all spring-loaded with machismo and Red Bull. Nobody looks at me. I'm wallpaper.
"Don't listen to all these other fuckers out here trying to sell you stuff," a guy is soon telling me between Ocean and Collins. "You want, I can get my guy out here with some good shit."
"And I appreciate that," I tell him. "What I am really trying to do is find a place with dollar beers."
He looks me over, his face morphing from friendly banter to concern. "No bro," he says politely. "You should probably go home."
But I'm not done. No. It's now around 11 p.m. I'm just rounding into that part of the evening where my blood alcohol content is sufficient ego helium that my every idea seems Mensa-grade. I'm already failing to blend into the South Beach environs, so it might be time to go undercover. As a tourist. From Sweden.
Pasty and generally clueless? Check. I comb my hair over into a perfect Ken doll helmet, stuff my button-up into my pants. My posture straightens; I meet every look with smiling eyes. I Yoda-ize my sentences, sparkling every utterance with heapings of "please" and "thank yous." And I go where confused and sensory-blitzed tourists go: the Clevelander.
Colored lights flash against the hotel's white walls. A dance floor of white people two-step awkwardly like at a high-school mixer. I barely squeeze in at the outdoor bar. Bass humps from the stereo. "Beer for one dollar, you have it, right?" I ask one of the sports-bra-ed bartenders. She flicks me a dead look, then shouts over the music: "What kind of beer?"
"Please, one-dollar Miller Lite, yes?"
She hands me a beer. The single in my hand flutters in my fingers like a ticket for a ride. The bass bumps. The bartendress' eyes are unamused pools.
"One dollar beer. Yes?"
"No, this is America," she says, nonchalantly snapping the elastic strap of her bra while the bass Richters up a notch. "Nothing costs a dollar."
Among beer deals, the dollar draft is boss. Two-for-ones? Fine if you plan on going the distance on the barstool. Half-offs are usually a bar's tricky way to get you hooked on higher-end product. And penny drafts? Those are just a gimmick that frat boys use to conquer coed nether parts.
No, nothing beats the neat and easy economics of the dollar draft. Not only do ten singles alone pack enough kinetic pop for a one-way trip to a buzzy, calm headspace but the dollar draft is the great equalizer. In the bar serving the one-buck beer, nobody's priced out; the bricklayer and the longshoreman, the Russian gazillionaire and the Gucci bro drink together. Many are the times I've squinted into a bar's gloom to behold some working stiff leaning over the counter, singles spread over the wood, a temporary Big Timer throwing his weight. It's democratic, making every man a baller.
But unfortunately, beer prices are continuously bolting skyward. Each of your major brands — Miller, Budweiser, Coors — licenses to a single distributor in each region. Here in South Florida, just two companies — Brown Distributing and Gold Coast Beverage Distributors — have a lock on the territory. Those two distributors compete only with each other and keep their prices about the same. When one tweaks the price of a keg, so does the other. Wholesale buyers are at their mercy.
"The costs of brewing go up constantly," says Peter Greenstein, owner of King's Lounge and its adjacent liquor store in Lake Worth. "Their cost of gasoline for transportation goes up constantly. Their employee wages and benefits go up. I'm not blaming them; I'm recognizing that it is the way it has to be."
According to Greenstein, the last spasm hit the market in October, when the price of a keg of domestic crawled up around $7 to $105. "[The distributors] raised their prices the exact same amount, with no notice to any of the little guys," he says.
Each keg holds 1,984 ounces of beer. If none spills on the floor, that can fill 124 16-ounce pints. Sell 'em for a buck apiece and a bar owner will recoup his cost and have just $19 left over — but that disappears when you factor in the cost of paying a bartender. Even charging $2 a beer, a bar still stands to barely scrape any profit from the arrangement. Econ 101-wise, the only way cheap beer helps the bottom line is if you pour ultrahigh volume or use such a deal as a loss leader to get a consumer through the door, where he'll shell out full price for other products.
In other words, "the cost of a lot of beer now at wholesale prohibits any sane person from selling that for a dollar," says Adam Gersten, owner of hipster watering hole Gramps in Wynwood. "If people are coming in to drink a dollar beer for three hours during happy hour and then leaving, you never really make any money."
Besides being a bar owner, the 37-year-old Miami native is PhD-level when it comes to Miami's drinking scene, with insider info on everything from where you can get a Sierra Nevada bottle for two bucks (Mike's) to $1 happy-hour oysters (Monty's). Still, when I quiz him about dollar drafts, he blanks.
"The only places that would be able to do it are places that own their own building," Gersten muses, "have everything paid off, and that have been doing a dollar beer since the '80s."
He joins me on a night of my quest. We figure our best bet in mainland Miami-Dade would be the bars clinging to the University of Miami. With a New Times intern manning the wheel, we safari at happy hour, first hitting Barracuda Bar & Grill on Fuller Street — where the special is $2 for a Coors Light. (Wednesday special: $2 pitchers).
Around the corner, Sand Bar is known to have an infamous panty-dropping penny beer night on Wednesdays. Just shy of 7 p.m., the bar fills with happy hour's first responders — middle-aged men with oven-baked faces and red-starburst eyes, liquor-loud and back-slappy.
I hit the tube-topped, college-aged waitress with my question. She bounces back with what I'll soon get to know as The Look.
Field Lesson Number Two: When you ask someone for a dollar draft, their service-industry smile deflates, and they eye you like you've busted through a loose seam in space-time. "No."
"A dollar beer is like a magical number that people have in their minds as this great deal," Gersten consoles me eventually. "But it's unrealistic in this day and age, like a loaf of bread that's 15 cents."
Over the next few weeks, I worry he might be right. I discover that the high churches of Miami's dive bar scene — from Club Deuce to Mike's to Off the Wagon to the Happy Stork — don't have The Draft. What's worse, that short list is losing members quick. Lush, on 12th Street and Washington in South Beach, had a regular dollar deal until it closed this summer after the landlord raised the rent. The Ukulele Bar up on Biscayne Boulevard near Miami Shores didn't have The Draft, but you could hardly pass happy hour without the bartender slipping you a freebie. It closed in December so the building can be knocked down for a Fiat dealership.
I sink into despair, imaging a future 305 scrubbed clean not only of The Draft but of all dive bars. Now, at each bar I visit, I just ask what I can get for a dollar. It's just me and Mr. Washington, fencing with The Look. Nada. Zip. Nothing.
And then, I hit. One afternoon, the bartender at Lester's in Wynwood gives me a Narragansett tallboy, usually tagged at $2 at happy hour, for a buck.
But it's bittersweet. Turns out, Lester's shutters the next day, another consumer-friendly outlet nuked off the map by the cost of doing business. Almost hopeless now, I ask the bartender if he knows anywhere I could get a dollar draft.
"I have no idea," he answers. "I'm guessing somewhere in Broward."
The Lamp Post Lounge — a two-story building trimmed in evergreen paint — sits in Hollywood, just north of the Miami-Dade/Broward County line, on a run of Federal Highway where you can get your engine cylinders cleaned for $20 easy and still bang a hooker with the change. Looks like the kind of place I might find The Draft.
Inside, a Jesse Ventura look-alike in a Detroit Lions jersey, fresh from Michigan, is shaking his huge head. "But isn't Fort Lauderdale the same thing as Miami? It's just a few miles away."
"Nononononono," the lady corrects, waving her Budweiser bottle and cigarette in the air. She's plowing into the middle of her 50s, with hair the color, consistency, and shape of a dried-out Christmas tree. "They are not the same," she spits. "It's completely different. This is not Miami. Every morning, we get up to hear about who just got shot last night in Miami on the news. That's Miami. It's a different country."
This is a special type of South Florida watering hole: landing pad for snowbirds. Up and down the kidney-shaped bar, the faces all have that pink look from the first kiss of sun. On an NFL Sunday like today, the jerseys are from all over the place: Detroit, New York, San Diego. Women pass cooking tips that are unmistakably Midwestern. ("I always say just throw everything into a Crock-Pot.")
But a draft Bud Light at the Lamp Post rings up at $2.25. Behind the counter, the bartender, Michael, just shakes his head with awe when I ask my now-standard question. "A dollar beer?" he muses. "It's 25 bucks just for a case of beer now."
Michael hasn't worn long pants since relocating from Connecticut three years back. The burly barkeep can't really even remember the last time he saw a dollar deal. "Somewhere up north."
"It's sad," I offer. "Things are just getting so expensive everywhere."
"Especially in Miami," he says. "Miami. Holy shit. I had two friends that went to some place there on the beach. They had these big monster drinks, they each got one, got a backup. It was $100 for four frozen drinks. They paid for ice basically. Can you imagine that? One hundred dollars?" Before darting down the bar to fill an order, Michael turns back my way. "If you want to be a fucking baller, go to Miami."
I crawl north through Broward. Walsh's Irish Sports Bar is about five minutes up Federal Highway. I'm not inside for 15 minutes before the owner, Teri Walsh, has me by the hand heading for the back, where framed photos cover the wall. In a group shot of an '80s softball team, the entire boy-girl squad wears green jerseys printed with "McGowan's." Squatting down front is a man beaming through a Magnum P.I. 'stache. Something's poking from his short-shorts.
"There's his balls there," Walsh tells me. "That's why this picture is famous."
A middle-aged woman with wild, curly blond hair, she takes in the grainy shot. "He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead," she says, slapping at people in the picture. The drinkers here have introduced one another to future spouses, raised kids together, and — inevitably — buried the ones who've passed. There's a mournful sag in the good times when she mentions the bar's late handyman, Biff — "He never married, never had a family," says Walsh, who considered Biff a second father for 30 years. "We were his extended family.
"A bar is just like a church," she says. "It's not four walls; it's the people."
In just a minute of breathing the mentholated air during happy hour, I can tell Walsh's isn't so much a beer joint as a lineage. Back in the '80s, a crew of drinkers attached themselves to McGowan's, a bar at Hollywood Boulevard and A1A. Eddie McGowan, the fun-loving, accordion-playing owner, kept the party going. Walsh was his manager. "I basically grew up there," the Long Island native says. "I was a teenager when I started there."
When McGowan died in 2003, the bar slipped to new ownership. Changes came. To preserve the bar's good-time DNA, Walsh opened her own place, first the Dry Dock in 2003, then Walsh's in 2007. The crowd followed.
But sadly, Walsh's doesn't have The Draft. The closest is a $2.50 happy-hour pint. "I'm sitting here between Cracktown and Hookerville," Walsh cries defensively. "Do you know what kind of people would show up if I had dollar drafts?"
From Walsh's, my hunt takes me north to Grady's in downtown Fort Lauderdale. At midafternoon, nearly every barstool is filled with guffawing regulars. Classic rock blurts from the speakers. But again, nothing flows from the tap for a buck — and it hasn't since the mid-'90s, when the bar last had a dollar beer special.
"Do people ever come around asking for dollar drafts?"
"No," the lady working the tap tells me. "That's like saying, 'Can I have 1995's prices today?' "
"It's kind of bumming me out I can't find any," I confess to the old guy sitting one stool over. Casper-haired and bespectacled, he looks me over, opens his mouth, and begins declaiming in a rich British accent. "Well, I come from Europe, so I've had a one-euro beer. It's just one or two places. But you can get a pint."
"That's a long fucking way to go to get a dollar beer!" chortles a bearded neighbor in a Green Bay Packers hat. "I don't think you are going to save a lot of money going over there."
Packers rummages around his memory banks. "Growing up in Milwaukee, I remember this place on Connecticut Avenue where beer was 15 cents. There's a place."
Judging by the wear and tear on Green Bay's face, he's talking about sometime in the Kennedy administration. Right about now, all my hopes for this project are pretty much in the trash can. If the golden deal is not to be found in a place sporting the All-American bona fides of Grady's, does it exist at all?
Peggy manages to take my spirits off life support. She has no idea where I might find a dollar draft ("If you find some, come back"), but she's like the Mother Hen at Grady's. "I made the broccoli cauliflower cheddar soup," she tells me proudly.
Peggy has worked there 14 years. She's the assistant manager. She pours drinks one shift a week, but today she's on the other side of the counter, fueling up on a few afternoon pops herself.
She oozes full-bore love for the place. "It's a great bar," she explains. "It's your local neighborhood dive. People just want to go into a bar and hang out with their friends they've known for years."
She mentions a couple of regulars who've passed on. There's a tree out back where a portion of their ashes have been scattered. "And we have a plaque there with their names on it."
"Damn," I said, meaning it.
"Do you want a beer?" she asks solicitously.
"I actually have to go to a meeting for work. Sorry, can't guzzle one with you."
"This is your work? Researching beer deals? And you can't have one?"
"Not right now." Peggy looked a little sad for me. "And I've already had a few, to be honest."
"We've got mints."
Word-of-mouth recommendations all turn out to be dead ends. I hit up storefront crawfish joints in Sunrise. Dead pool halls in Plantation. Nothing. I burn whole rush hours inching up clogged streets. I prowl Broward's Monopoly-board wasteland of strip mall and housing developments, only to find the bar I'm looking for is now a Thai place. I seek. I come up empty. I seek again.
So it's with a bruised soul and hemorrhaging hope that I wash up on Fort Lauderdale Beach, the anything-goes, gap-toothed, skanky cousin to South Beach's haughty Euro glamour.
The Tropic Cay is tucked into the hotel of the same name, a three-story discount bin of efficiencies on Atlantic Avenue. When I pull in, a storm is letting loose against the beachfront. Sheets of rain knock against the bar's rust-colored roof and sputter in through the place's open sides. Tending bar is a pretty girl in her 20s, walking-dead thin and stuffed into a pair of cut-off shorts. She beams big anime eyes on me.
"What's cheap here?"
"Everything's cheap here," she says. "It's the cheapest place on the beach."
"What will a dollar get me?" I try, eyebrows doing a little hurried dance.
I order a $4 Bud Light bottle then. Maybe because of the nasty black night churning beyond, the crowd is thin tonight. The lighting is gloomy and mellow like in the belly of a wooden ship at sea. Near the Ping-Pong table, a couple are grinding their lower halves to Jack Johnson, two wet logs rubbing to catch a spark that ain't coming.
"Heeeeey there, Senator," a voice announces behind me.
He's old, 70s probably, wrapped up in a windbreaker, topped with a baseball cap. He doesn't exactly look homeless. He does walk in with his own juice glass topped with vodka from home. The old-timer nods to everyone in the room, a regular making his rounds, then parks down next to me.
"You know what's wrong with pussy?" he creaks.
"The women have all of it."
"You know what's wrong with fucking a goat?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Then why don't you stop?"
When we get around to introductions, he tells me to call him "Mr. Crazy."
"What do you do, Mr. Crazy?"
"I cut corners for the government," he says.
"How long you been in Florida?"
"Oh," he says, putting his shaking hands six inches apart. "About this long."
We Abbott-and-Costello our way through some more banter, Mr. Crazy handing out these bathroom wall koans, me mumbling. Pretty soon I'm buying him a beer. He gets around to telling me about sailing ships near Ibiza and chasing Spanish women. Mr. Crazy could never waltz into some holier-than-thou craft-beer palace slinging these gutter one-liners and clutching a drink from home. Nope, this guy is meant to be here and only here. I silently toast him, hoping he survives the Guccification of America.
"So what do you do?" Mr. Crazy asks me. "Besides fuck sheep?"
Nobody can tell me exactly where to find the Wayside Inn. The intel is spotty: It's a bar. It's in Dania Beach off Federal Highway. And it might have a dollar draft at happy hour. I prowl past storefronts. A gas-station attendant shrugs, then Googles it on his phone. Nothing. I'm just about to spin off for home when I pull down a side street off Dania Beach Boulevard and catch an orange stain of neon in my periphery. Sure enough, the sign fixed to the single-story building says "BAR," at 38 NE First Ave.
Pouring from the open doors is the familiar sonic salad of sportscasts, music, and the throaty laughs of men fresh off the job. I walk in, take a stool, and fire away. "Do you have one-dollar beer specials for happy hour?"
Fireworks blast across the sky! Brass bands blow! Sure, not a full pint, but a 12-ounce mug is enough! I slap that dollar down on the counter, my inner choir of fat ladies now blaring hallelujahs. Suddenly, it's all OK. America's safe from inflation, the war on the working class, $10 craft beer, and bros! We're going to make it.
Two mugs in, I'm sitting next to Debbie Meklas. She owns the place with her sister. A short auburn-haired woman drinking a Corona, she's still in her dress clothes from a full day as a secretary at Broward General, where she's worked for 20 years. I'm babbling about her dollar-draft deal.
"We're not looking for the kill, you know what I mean?" she says evenly. "We have a lot of people that have been coming here forever, and we're trying to keep the deal going."
For Meklas, barkeeping is a matter of blood. Her grandparents owned a place in Somerville, just north of Boston. When her own mom and dad fled the cold for South Florida 43 years ago, they bought the Dania Beach spot. Meklas' father ran the show, holding court daily at a table near the side door.
"It was a working man's bar," Meklas explains. When he died in 2004, Meklas' mother jumped in and ran the place until her own death in 2010. Then it fell to the daughters.
"We had offers, but it's my family's; it's our business," Meklas says, pausing to pull from her beer. "I like it. That's why I fought to keep it."
The Wayside has added some 21st-century bells and whistles. Flat-screen TVs are now mounted on the walls. The tap handles for Magic Hat and 312 now join Budweiser and Bud Light — to the grumbles of some regulars. The bar recently won a community redevelopment grant from the city that will pay for new paint, awnings, and windows in January. Otherwise, Meklas is pretty committed to keeping the status quo hammered in place. For now, that includes the dollar beers.
Finally, after weeks of watching barkeeps laugh off my Washingtons, here I've crossed the finish line. But honestly, I'm pretty beat from the mileage I've logged on the quest.
They say the more time you spend in dive bars, the more you start looking like someone who spends time in dive bars. Field Lesson Number Three: This is true. Cigarettes — you start smoking them, if only to have something to do. The skin on your face seems to hang off your skull more than usual. A sticky feeling settles between your fingers, impervious to all scrubbing. And you realize, after knocking off enough beers in enough bars, that this whole drinking lifestyle is slowly circling the drain.
I'm the youngest guy here — by around 20 years. That's how it's been at every dive I've crawled into. People just don't drink like they did. The cold one after work isn't routine; it's the exception.
Blame it on the tectonic shifts of The Way We Live Now. Bar culture is beelining away from cheap drinks to big-budget cocktails and craft brews. Younger generations prefer Molly and club beats. A cold funeral wind seems to blow off the dives still standing. These places, and the people inside — once they go, they're gone. Which is a real downer, because South Florida's dive-bar scene is about as unique a culture as the region's ever birthed.
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I'm visited with a terrifying vision of the future: Eventually, marauding armies of steroid-bulky, real-estate-hungry Miami bros will sack places like the Lamp Light, the Deuce, Grady's. Russian Mafiosos will pave over the land for small foreign-car dealerships. The $12 Appletini will become an acceptable order. Any remaining of us working folk will be forced to drink Ice House alone at home, shut away like slave labor in Metropolis.
I imagine myself, 60 years hence, dandling towheaded great-grandkids on my knee, spinning tales of The Draft, musty dives, and a home away from home... and then the children turn and say: "But we want dollar drafts, Grandpappy. We want them too." And I'll weep.
But this wasn't the time to blow funeral taps for cheap drinking. It was the time to have another beer — while we can. As I order another, Meklas hints that the clock may be running out even on the Wayside's dollar-beer special.
"[The distributors] went up on the kegs, just in the last couple of weeks." But that holy dollar draft, she says, "we're trying to keep it."


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Hope College senior softball player Susan (Suzie) Stevenson has been honored for excellence in both the classroom and on the field of play.
The chemistry major and German minor from Granger, Ind. (Penn HS) is a first team honoree on the ESPN The Magazine academic all-district college division softball team.
A four-year letterwinner and three-year starter, the last two seasons at first base, Stevenson maintained a sparkling 3.90 grade point average and was named to Phi Beta Kappa, the college's highest academic honor. This past season she batted .365 and had a .981 fielding average. She started in 118 consecutive games and posted a .360 career batting average and .983 field percentage.
A graduate of Penn High School in Mishawaka, Ind., she is the daughter of Robert and Linda Stevenson of Granger, Ind.
Stevenson is the only player from the MIAA to receive all-district recognition.
The Academic All-American program is sponsored by the College Sports Information Directors Association of America (CoSIDA).


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City Rain is an award winning strategic urban planning puzzle game
Can you imagine a puzzle and simulation game about urban planning and sustainability?
In City Rain, you play as a member of an elite environmental Swat Force in charge of restructuring cities, before
they are penalized by the World Environment Protection agency. City Rain is an action-packed, yet eco-friendly, green
city simulation puzzle.
As a member of the Rescue And Intervention Non-profit (RAIN) organization, your job is simple. You must rescue cities on the WEPA blacklist before they are punished by the world for being destructive to our irreplaceable natural resources. Ultimately, you must help reorganize cities so that they will become environmentally friendly and inspiring places to live. But it won't be easy. You will be constantly challenged by Bane Industries, one of the last corporations in the world that refuses to submit to WEPA environmental standards for process and production.
Are you ready for the challenge? Your work might just save our world!
Game Features List
- Innovative gameplay combing puzzles and resource management.
- Play in three distinctly different and challenging modes: Adventure, Custom and Blockmania.
- Choose from 20 massive strategy missions with 43 objectives.
- Dynamically track progress of your city.
- Manage the equilibrium between civic services and sustainability.
- Upgrade your RAIN officer rank with precise statistics.
- 20 special buildings are also available and they include some interesting surprises.
- Compare your scores online with an interactive billboard.
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- OS: Windows XP Service Pack 3 or Windows Vista Service Pack 1
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- Memory: 512Mb
- Hard Disk: Up to 600 MB of available space may be required
- Graphics: From Geforce 3 (MX series not supported) or Radeon 8500 series (The graphics card should supports DirectX 9.0c and PixelShader Model 1.1)
- Sound: DirectX 9.0c compatible sound card
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A particular financial asset.
A set of securities that a company or government offers for sale. That is, when a company sells stocks or bonds to the public (or offers them for private placement) the collection of stocks or bonds is said to be an issue. If the company or government is selling a set for the first time, it is said to be making a new issue. Typically, issues of securities may be bought and sold on the open market.
A particular grouping of an organization's securities. For example, General Motors has a number of different issues of preferred stock listed on the New York Stock Exchange.
To sell securities in the primary market. For example, in late 1996, Florida Panthers Holdings, Inc., owner of the NHL hockey team, issued 2,700,000 Class A shares of common stock at a price of $10 per share.
When a corporation offers a stock or bond for sale, or a government offers a bond, the security is known as an issue, and the company or government is the issuer.


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October 18, 2010
armenianow.com - Church bells were ringing loud in Tatev on October 16, heralding the launch of a program to revive a medieval monastic complex and the opening of an aerial tramway called Wings of Tatev linking a local village with the monastery and said to be the world's longest skyway cablecar.
The 5.7-kilometer ropeway was built within 11 months, passes through a deep gorge of the River Vorotan and over hills covered with lush forests. Within about 11 minutes a tramway cabin takes passengers, 25 at a time, from the village of Halidzor to the magnificent complex of Tatev.
The ninth-century monastery of Tatev played a major role in the life of the region as its spiritual, cultural and scientific center. It is one of the most favorite tourist attraction sites in Armenia.
President Serzh Sargsyan was onboard the first crossing. In his welcome speech, he said that "with the construction of the world's longest aerial tramway we do not aim to impress anyone, but this is aimed at reviving the area's economic and cultural life and developing tourism".
The ceremony was also attended by His Holiness Karekin II, the Supreme Patriarch and Catholicos of All Armenians, Nagorno-Karabakh President Bako Sahakyan, senior government officials of Armenia and foreign guests.
The facility allows visitors to bypass a grueling 40-minute drive up a winding road to the ninth-century monastery of Tatev, which is situated on top of a rocky hill. The road becomes impassable in winter months.
Now the aerial tramway will also allow visitors to enjoy the picturesque landscape of Tatev year-round. About 20,000 people are expected to use the cable car line during a year.
The project that cost 13 million euros (about $18 million) was carried out by the Swiss-Austrian Garaventa Doppelmayr company, which, according to the National Competitiveness Foundation of Armenia Executive Director Pegor Papazian "is the world's best known and most reliable company in aerial tramway construction and gives a 100-percent safety guarantee."
The idea of the Tatev Revival project belongs to Russia-based Armenian businessman Ruben Vardanian, Chairman of the Board of Directors and CEO of the Troika Dialog Group. For him "the initiated work is a sacred thing that must be completed."
Vardanian managed to inspire some 100 Armenian and foreign benefactors with his idea and it is with their support that the aerial tramway has been built, the road leading to the monastery and some buildings within the cloistral complex were repaired and renovated, and improvements made in the area around the complex.
The implementation of Vardanian's $50-million Tatev Revival project falls to the National Competitiveness Foundation of Armenia, which operates based on the principle of cooperation between the public and private sectors. The Foundation plans to implement projects of culinary and rural tourism for the six villages surrounding the monastery.
Currently, accommodations for Tatev tourists are found only in Goris, a two-hour drive away. In the future, tourists will have an opportunity to spend the night at one of the six villages around the site, where they will be offered Armenian cuisine and an introduction to village life and traditions.
The peace of the monastery surrounded by a landscape that already wears autumn colors was disturbed on the day of the aerial tramway opening as about 800 high-ranking Armenian and foreign guests were enjoying the beauty of the monastery and the joy of the celebrations.
The sounds of zurna and dhol, folk musical wind and percussion instruments, were heard everywhere, traditional food was served and the smell of lavash being baked inside a tonir mixed with the smell of incense and candles burning inside the church.
Beirut-born and US-based MIT Professor Noubar Afeyan, Managing Partner of Flagship Ventures, is one of the benefactors of the project. He believes that "such projects are the revival of Armenia."
"It seemed that the idea of the aerial tramway, the idea of developing these villages was very ambitious, but it is projects like this that Armenia needs today to become truly competitive in the world, one needs to start with something high to achieve success," Afeyan told ArmeniaNow as he hurried to join the group dancing a circle dance near the monastery.
Karen, 10, was one of the happiest participants of the celebrations as he was among those who took a ride up to Tatev together with President Sargsyan.
The boy, who is from the nearby village of Shinuhayr, was very excited and not only because he was taking his first cable car ride together with the country's president, but because he was seeing the forests and gorges familiar to him for the first time from above.
"Well, I was in the forests a lot, but when I saw it now, it seemed a different place, it was a little scary, but very good," says Karen, who won the ride in a lottery.
Residents of the six nearby villages say they are also fortunate to have the development project around them.
"I'm very happy that they are implementing projects, that there will be hotels in our village, that they have built this ropeway. We believe that the next projects will be related to our villages," Silva Gevorgyan from the village of Tatev told ArmeniaNow.


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Here's a portion of the first chapter to give you an idea of the book's flavor. It is at the publisher's and will be available later this year.
Connie LEMONDE
"It's a surprise. You'll like it. Come on."
August, 1947 "happened" and little Michelle's life would never be the same again.
On that day she was humming as she grabbed a handful of grain from her blue bucket and scattered them around the chickens that were scampering all over their fenced yard. One of the hens stopped, looked straight up at the girl, and then returned to her dining. Michelle smiled back at the daring feathery creature and stooped to give her some extra food.
The girl's father, Elphège Bellerose, had been gathering eggs in the coop when he noticed his daughter through the back exit that was still open. He quit his chore and walked to the door. For a while he stood observing his child, the only female out of five children. She was a beautiful six-year old: fair- skinned, a little tall for her age, with big, curious brown eyes framed by amazing eyelashes. The yellow pinafore dress that she was wearing over a short-sleeved white blouse was a strong complement to her long, dark brown hair that was tied in back and swished around a bit with every motion that she made.
After a few minutes, he called loudly, "Michelle, come in here!"
She jerked around and stopped short at the sight of her father, dressed only in overalls and mud boots, standing stiffly in the entrance.
The day was hot and sticky, and he drew a large handkerchief from a pocket and wiped his forehead. "Why do you look so scared?" he asked. "Did you do something wrong again?"
Michelle's blue pail swung back and forth. "No."
"Well, then, don't worry. I won't hit you. I just want to show you something."
"What is it?"
He beckoned with his finger. "It's a surprise. You'll really like it. Come on."
"A nice surprise?" the girl exclaimed excitedly, as she dropped her pail and started skipping ahead. Her father had never, ever given her anything special and she couldn't wait to see what it was.
In the doorway, Elphège turned around and faced the front entrance as he waited.
Just as the child ran over the threshold, a loud, angry cry came from the front door that had just opened.
"What in the world are you doing?" roared throughout the whole room and the walls almost shook. Michelle braked short as her grandmother ran in waving her arms helter-skelter in the air. The woman was so incensed that her face seemed to be on fire.
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A constant pattern of behaviour of lacking attention, or being impulsively hyperactive which impacts upon either development or functioning
Attention Deficit
- Lacks attention to detail and/or makes careless mistakes.
- Difficulty concentrating for a sustained period of time
- Doesn't listen when being talked to
- Struggles with adhering to instructions
- Has organisational issues i.e. structuring tasks or losing things
- Avoidant of tasks that require sustained concentration
- A tendency to be forgetful
- Tends to fidget
- Struggles to remain seated in expected situations
- Acts or feels restless
- Unable to quietly participate in leisure activities
- Constantly moving as if brimming with energy
- Talks a LOT
- Answers questions before they've been fully asked.
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R(redirected from Malthusian parameter)
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1. Used in the dividend column of stock transaction tables in newspapers to indicate the amount of dividends declared or paid in the preceding 12 months plus a stock dividend: PE Cp .25r.
2. Used in mutual fund transaction tables in newspapers to indicate funds that levy a deferred sales charge when shares are sold: IDS Inc r.
3. Used in bond transaction tables in newspapers to indicate a registered security. Although most bonds are registered, this symbol is used when a distinction is necessary, as when a bond trades in registered and in bearer form: NoPac 3.47r.


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Barbra Streisand got an awkward kiss on the cheek from the president, and yes, she gave him a smooch back.
Streisand, a vocal critic of President George W. Bush, was a guest Sunday at the White House just before one of Washington's few A-list events: the Kennedy Center Honors.
By BRETT ZONGKER, Associated Press Writer
"Art transcends politics this weekend," the longtime Democrat said beforehand. Still, she said it would have been "lovely" if she could have received the award while President-elect Barack Obama was in office.
The singer and actress was a recipient of the Kennedy Center Honors, along with actor Morgan Freeman, country singer George Jones, dancer and choreographer Twyla Tharp and musicians Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey of The Who.
The honors recognize individuals who helped define American culture through the performing arts, part of the living memorial to President John F. Kennedy.
Read the rest:
From left, Kennedy Center Honors producer George Stevens, Jr., Kennedy Center President Michael M Kiaser, Kennedy Center Honoree, Roger Daltrey, Barbara Streisand, Morgan Freeman, Pete Townshend, George Jones, Twyla Tharp, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, and Kennedy Center Chairman Stephen A. Schwarman pose for a group photo after the State Department Dinner for the Kennedy Center Honors gala Saturday, Dec. 6, 2008 at the State Department in Washington.(AP Photo/Kevin Wolf)


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The pretty player has a 2.8-inch OLED screen (240x400), FM radio, TV-out, noise canceling, and is beautifully thin at 7.2mm. Oh, and it only weighs 2.2 ounces. But unlike the failed X-Series, the A has no touch screen or Wi-Fi.
Along with standard codec support, there's also new drag and drop feature that auto-transcodes video from your computer. And in Japan at least, the player comes with premium MDR-EX300SL earphones. Battery life is listed as 29 hours for music, and 9 hours for video.
No word on U.S. availability yet, but if the recent S and E series Walkmans are any gauge, the wait won't be long after it hits Japan on October 31. Pricing there will be: 16GB (Y24,000; $226), 32GB (Y30,000; $332), and (Y40,000; $443).
Enough to tempt you away from the more powerful $280 32GB Zune HD or $400 64GB iPod touch? I just don't know about those Mickey Mouse like controls myself... [Sony Japan (translated) via Akihabara News]


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Givat Shmuel, Israel – January 21, 2014 – Cimatron Limited (NASDAQ: CIMT) today announced that its next software release planned for mid-2014, CimatronE version 12, will support the Additive Manufacturing File (AMF) format – the new standard for converting 3D models into digital files for 3D printing and additive manufacturing.
Explained Mr. Terry Wohlers, principal consultant and president of Wohlers Associates and member of Cimatron's 3D Printing Advisory Board: "Since the late 1980s, the STL file format has been the de facto industry standard for transferring CAD data to additive manufacturing equipment (3D printers). However, the STL format has no provisions for representing color, textures, materials, lattice/mesh structures, units, and other properties of the finished printed part.
"The new XML-based AMF standard was developed to bridge the gap between CAD and modern additive manufacturing technology. This file format contains all relevant information required for making a 3D printed part, including the final part's material, color and internal structure.
"The AMF format was jointly adopted as an industry standard by both ASTM International and the International Organization for Standardization (ISO) last year, and I am glad to see that Cimatron has completed development for supporting this capability in its next software release."
Mr. Danny Haran, Cimatron's President and CEO, noted: "As we've previously stated, we keep looking at solutions that Cimatron can offer to the growing market for additive and hybrid manufacturing. We are pleased to be among the first CAD vendors to offer direct support of AMF. We believe more market participants will adopt AMF as their preferred method of 3D printing file interface in the coming years."
About Cimatron
With over 30 years of experience and more than 40,000 installations worldwide, Cimatron is a leading provider of integrated, CAD/CAM software solutions for mold, tool and die makers as well as manufacturers of discrete parts. Cimatron is committed to providing comprehensive, cost-effective solutions that streamline manufacturing cycles and ultimately shorten product delivery time.
The Cimatron product line includes the CimatronE and GibbsCAM brands with solutions for mold design, die design, electrodes design, 2.5 to 5 axes milling, wire EDM, turn, mill-turn, rotary milling, multi-task machining, and tombstone machining. Cimatron's subsidiaries and extensive distribution network serve and support customers in the automotive, aerospace, medical, consumer plastics, electronics, and other industries in over 40 countries worldwide.
Cimatron's shares are publicly traded on the NASDAQ under the symbol CIMT. For more information, visit http://www.cimatron.com
This press release includes forward looking statements, within the meaning of the Private Securities Litigation Reform Act of 1995, which are subject to risk and uncertainties that could cause actual results to differ materially from those anticipated. Such statements may relate to Cimatron's plans, objectives and expected financial and operating results. The words "may," "could," "would," "will," "believe," "anticipate," "estimate," "expect," "intend," "plan," and similar expressions or variations thereof are intended to identify forward-looking statements. Investors are cautioned that any such forward-looking statements are not guarantees of future performance and involve risks and uncertainties, many of which are beyond Cimatron's ability to control. The risks and uncertainties that may affect forward looking statements include, but are not limited to: currency fluctuations, global economic and political conditions, marketing demand for Cimatron products and services, long sales cycles, new product development, assimilating future acquisitions, maintaining relationships with customers and partners, and increased competition. For more details about the risks and uncertainties related to Cimatron's business, refer to Cimatron's filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission. Cimatron cannot assess the impact of or the extent to which any single factor or risk, or combination of them, may cause. Cimatron undertakes no obligation to publicly update or revise any forward looking statements, whether as a result of new information, future events or otherwise.
For more information contact:
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This week in the MAKE Flickr pool we saw…
Wooden Bionic Arm from the other Martin Taylor.
Maker Faire: Security from the other Martin Taylor.
Too much torque from hudson.
Polarized dream 7 from Imajilon.
Workbench from Lenny&Meriel.
Work in progress 3 from made by moxie.
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Jean-Pierre Jeunet is a selfish bastard. How else can you explain the French director's half decade absence from cinema?
Thankfully, the man who helmed "Amelie," "A Very Long Engagement," "The City of Lost Children" and "Delicatessen," is back with a new film told as only he can.
"Micmacs" (known as"Micmacs a tire-larigot" in French) is a fantastical, breathtaking jaunt about Bazil (marvelously rubber-faced Dany Boon), the son of a bomb disposal expert who died on a job in Morocco. Years later, after he survives being struck by a stray bullet which remains lodged in his head, though it costs him his job and home, Bazil falls in with a motley crew which helps him exact revenge on the two weapons manufacturers who made the landmine that took his father and the bullet which almost killed him. His adoptive family includes a contortionist (Julie Ferrier), a pixyish math whiz named Calculette (Marie-Julie Baup), the bombastic human cannonball (Dominique Pinon), and Remington, a man who only speaks in clichéd turns of phrase (Omar Sy).
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Filled with magical realism and a sense of wonder, Jeunet has created a savvy and insightful satire about the world's arms trade that's surprisingly funny, warm and charming. Using a palette that moves from somber sepia tones to jewel shades that share a kinship with painter Wayne Thiebaud, the film is as beautiful as it is visually witty, like when a blast sends a pinup calendar flashing through the months like a flip book, leaving the Petty Girl nude or a jauntily animated sequences recounting famous deaths by lame accidents.
An intricate and well-plotted caper in a heightened, slightly magical, alternate reality, "Micmacs" has shades that may remind some American audiences of both "Pushing Daisies" and "Ocean's 11," not exactly shabby company to be keeping. Rich and clever, it's yet another feather in Jeunet's cinematic cap.


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In recent years African countries have enjoyed interest from abroad, thanks in part to a great amount of available land apparently ideal for cultivating crops for providing food security and for the production of biofuels. However, insufficient legal protection for the local population often leads to the signing of contracts that deprive these people of their source of subsistence. Residents usually have little influence on the content of these contracts, which, furthermore, are often not even available for public review. And if the locals are in fact consulted at all on the matter, they can typically count on a campaign of misinformation from the government. For example, with the cultivation of jatropha, one of the main crops hailed as a source of biofuel in Africa, it has been shown that the plant cannot be grown in dry areas as originally thought; moreover, farmers are commonly poorly informed on cultivation methods.
While the private sector dominates investment in farmland ("land grabbing"), it frequently has strong financial or other support from the local government. The main countries targeted by investors are countries in Africa, especially areas in the Sub-Saharan part of the continent. One well-known example is the Tana River Delta in Kenya, where the cultivation of crops for the production of biofuels threatens the rare local ecosystem and pollutes the river. A similar situation also occurred in the Dakatcha Woodlands in the same country.
According to a recent Human Rights Watch study, thousands of people in the Gambella region of Ethiopia were displaced due to farmland. The government's promises of improved living conditions turned out to be hollow. Similar examples can also be found outside of Africa. Documenting the vast scale of farmland purchases and rent by foreign investors in developing countries, Oxfam International reported that since 2001 a total of 227 million hectares of land has been acquired, the greatest amount in the past two years alone. People are abandoning their source of livelihood under the threat of violence in places such as Indonesia, Guatemala, South Sudan and Honduras. For example, residents in the Polochic Valley in Guatemala were driven out by paramilitary groups so that biofuel crops could be grown on their land.
With all the negative experiences countries have had, one might expect greater caution in the trend toward cultivating biofuel crops. But this is not the case. African countries do not have enough motor fuel to cover their needs, and with rising petroleum prices, the cultivation of biofuel crops becomes increasingly lucrative. Yet, companies often keep the true state of their business affairs secret, and governments do not always guarantee an effective control mechanism. It is therefore necessary to secure the legal rights of the local residents and improve the transparency of contract compliance. The debate over the cultivation of biofuel crops should also shift from the developed world, where it has taken place for the most part up until now, to developing countries, since it is their residents that bear the brunt of the "ecological" aims.
A video shot by Damian Carrington in cooperation with the British charity ActionAid describes the negative impacts of the conduct by certain companies specialized in the production of biofuel in developing countries. Villagers in the Kisarawe district of Tanzania were persuaded to sell their land in exchange for a better life and new employment opportunities. In 2008 the firm Sun Biofuels purchased 8,000 hectares of land from local residents, promising them equipment for schools, health centres and, above all, wells and better infrastructure. The jatropha plantation was to provide 700 jobs and the opportunity to earn 3.80 pounds a day.
The residents describe the company's real business operations. Instead of wells, the locals got dry holes in the ground; the equipment for schools amounted to portable chalkboards. Wages never reached half of the promised level, and a number of workers were harmed by chemicals sprayed on the crops because they weren't provided protective gear (a claim the company denies). A burial ground was taken over as farmland, and the locals could no longer visit their deceased relatives or preserve their religious traditions. One of the main controversies is the fact that the residents still have not received the contracted purchase price for their land.
We can witness the powerlessness of the Kisarawe residents, who lost their only wealth – their land – without ever receiving the promised compensation. In the meantime, the company was transferred to a different investor and the cultivation of crops has been stopped. While the government shows no interest in the matter, Athumani Mkbala, the area's deputy in parliament, does not consider the project successful and is troubled by the consequences. Nevertheless, his response does not suggest any great willingness to try to resolve the situation. At the same time, it was local government officials who persuaded the residents to sell their land. This is but one of many examples of the negative impacts of cultivating crops for biofuel in developing countries.
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A stolen photo won a contest sponsored by Samsung Electronics Co., embroiling the electronics giant in its second online copyright infringement row in three months. The incident is the latest in a growing tide of digital photo thefts coming to light, underscoring both the sheer volume of violations and how artists are now fighting back.
Last month, Samsung selected a photo submitted by Instagram member "Bogdhan" as the winner in the #MyCommute! category of its #LiveInTheMoment Instagram contest. The black-and-white photo captures a lone motorcyclist riding through the mist below a soft canopy of boughs and leaves.
The shot wasn't taken by Bogdhan, but by Indonesian photographer Hengki Koentjoro. Earlier this week, Mr. Koentjoro complained to Samsung after he recognized the image, which had been cropped, flipped horizontally and modified with a filter.


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MIDDLETOWN >> Thirteen all-star Little League players chosen from various city teams are heading to Maryland this weekend to compete in the Cal Ripken Experience tournament at Cal Ripken Stadium in Aberdeen.
The Middletown Generals are named after the Middletown Mansfields, the city's one and only professional sports franchise formed after the Civil War. The Mansfields were formed in 1866 and named for Gen. Joseph Mansfield, who was killed in the Battle of Antietam near Sharpsburg, MD in 1862.
On Thursday, players and coaches met at the Gen. Joseph Mansfield House where players received their uniforms, and celebrated with pizza and soda.
The goal of the newly-formed team, according to head Coach Bill Tobin, is to be invited to the national tournament in Cooperstown, N.Y., home of the National Baseball Hall of Fame.
City resident and renowned baseball historian Bill Ryczek was invited to the affair and gave an overview of the original Mansfields team.
For Tobin, the overview on the historical team was every bit as important as a full practice.
"What we're doing is more than playing baseball. I encourage you not to just play the game of baseball but learn about the game of baseball," Tobin told his players.
Players were excited about the tournament.
"Yeah I'm excited. Very excited," said Greyson Pizzonia, 10, and a fifth-grader at Moody School. Pizzonio plays pitcher and catcher for the Mansfields, and wants to be a baseball player when he grows up.
Jacob Texidor, 11, a sixth-grader at Cornerstone School in Manchester and pitcher and shortstop for the Generals, said he too is excited about the tournament.
It was the Generals' first baseman, Antonio Milardo, who came up with the idea to name the team after Mansfield.
According to Tobin, Milardo, 11 and a fifth-grader at St. Mary's School, wrote a paper on the original team for a school assignment.
"We didn't want to use the Mansfields because it was already a team name, so we went with 'The Generals,'" he said.
Some of what Milardo learned came from Ryczek, who gave the kids an idea of what it was like to play baseball in the 19th century.
Ryczek also had a baseball from the era, constructed of leather like modern baseballs but appearing larger than present day ones.
"The field they played on was up by CVH, overlooking the river. Fields were rough in those days -- there was no equipment to improve the field. There were bad hops," he said.
Ryczek said there was no equipment for players at that time, either.
"Catchers had no chest protection, shin guards or helmets. If someone was on base, the catcher would get up close to the batter in case of a steal, and they'd get hit in the face with foul balls. It was hard to be a baseball player; you had to be tough," he said.
Ryczek said scheduling games back in the day was much more informal, with team secretaries corresponding with each other to set up available dates.
That often led to confusion.
Ryczek told a story of a summer game between the Boston Red Sox and the Mansfields, when a team from New Jersey showed up for a game they thought they were playing against Middletown.
The Jersey team boarded a train back to their state.
The Mansfields formed in 1866 as an amature team, then ponied up the $10 to join the Major Leagues in 1872.
The Mansfields went broke after its first season and disbanded.
The team could not keep up with teams from major cities like New York, Boston or Philadelphia, Ryczek said, and they closed out their one and only major league season with a 5-19 record "which is not all that bad when you consider the teams they played," Ryczek said.
"As the next Generals team, I hope you do a better job and bring the championship back," he said.
The Generals will play 18 games over the weekend.
Tobin, along with his assistant coaches Rick Pizzonia, Pat Lenehan and Paul Radziewicz, are every bit as excited as the kids about the tournament.
"They're playing in a facility with full dugouts and they'll be on Ripken TV so their grandparents can watch them from home," Tobin said.
Parents of the players received a team hat ---- a navy blue baseball hat with two crossed gold bats, in the likeness of the gold crossed sword insignia on Union Civil War uniforms.


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Now that Feng Jin Yuan heard that there was something related to money, his head began to hurt. Once the retainer said the words "demand payment for a loan," His mind began to spin. He thought desperately. When had he borrowed money from a private bank? And 200 thousand taels at that? That was impossible! He had no recollection!
Feng Jin Yuan felt a strange feeling arise in his heart. The other members of the Feng family were also thinking similar things. Cheng Jun Mei asked him: "Was it husband that took out this loan?"
The retainer picked up on this: "This time, it really was not master. The person that came said that the money was borrowed by the elder madam before she passed. There is also a document with her fingerprint."
Upon hearing that it was the matriarch, Feng Jin Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Although he was still nervous about the finances, in any face, he had managed to preserve some face on this matter. He said to the retainer: "Go bring that person over."
The retainer was a little troubled and looked around the mourning hall: "This… is not very suitable, right?"
Cheng Jun Man helplessly shook her head and made the decision: "Let's go to the front yard!"
The mourning hall was left for the servants to take care of, while the masters of the Feng manor went toward the front yard. Zi Rui shook Feng Yu Heng's hand: "Sis, will we go back to eat or go to watch the show?"
Feng Yu Heng said: "Of course, we must go watch the show." After saying this, she was still puzzled: "How did the elder madam manage to borrow this amount of money? The Feng family doesn't even have a deed. What did she use as collateral?"
With such a question in mind, their group also went to the front yard. Ding Feng Bank was the largest private bank in the capital. It was said that a certain prince was a major shareholder, but it was not clear precisely who it was. After all of the guesses over the years, nobody was able to guess the truth.
The person that had come today was a man in his 40s. Wearing a set of blue robes, he looked a bit elegant, but his eyes revealed that this was a very smart person. When this person saw the Feng family come out, he quickly went forward and saluted. First, he cupped his hands and greeted Feng Jin Yuan and the Cheng shi sisters. He then partially turned around and kneeled to loudly shout: "This humble citizen greets county princess Ji An!"
Feng Yu Heng did not say much, only raising her hand and saying: "You may rise."
That person stood up and nodded to Feng Yu Heng. Only then did he face Feng Jin Yuan and reach into his sleeve, pulling out a piece of paper. "Lord Feng, this is the contract that the elder madam of your esteemed manor signed to borrow money before her passing. At that time, there were three copies made. Both sides took one copy, and another was sent to the government office. Although the borrowing period has not come to an end, elder madam has already passed away. According to the rules, this contract must immediately be paid for by the Feng family's people and the contract returned."
Feng Jin Yuan frowned and received the contract. Sure enough, he saw the amount clearly written. The matriarch's thumbprint and personal seal were also there. He felt a little annoyed. This was a full 200 thousand taels. Why had the matriarch borrowed this much money?
At this time, An shi spoke up, saying: "The second day after the heavy rain stopped, the elder madam sent the second and third granduncle from Feng Tong county away. When they left, this concubine had also sent them off for a while. I seemed to have heard second granduncle give thanks to the elder madam, saying thanks for the money that the elder madam had given them to allow them to resettle the family. At that time, this concubine thought that the elder madam had used her own money to supplement them. Now, it seems… that the money was this amount?"
Cheng Jun Man immediately ordered the servants: "Go see how much money is remaining in Shu Ya courtyard." She then said to Feng Jin Yuan: "What sister An said was reasonable. At that time, I was also curious as to why they were sent off in such a rush, but if there was such a large amount of money, it would be no trouble to go somewhere else to settle down once more."
Upon hearing this, Han shi exploded: "No wonder that old thing left so happily. It turned out that they took such a large amount of our money!" She grabbed Feng Jin Yuan in a panic: "Husband, you must chase them down. They must have threatened the elder madam. If the elder madam did not give them money, they would have just refused to leave. The elder madam must have been thinking of how the manor is no longer as glorious as it once was, and we were in a rush to move. In a bout of helplessness, she could only borrow some money for them. What sort of thing is this? This is extortion! The poor elder madam was threatened in such a manner before she went to borrow money. Just thinking about it makes people feel choked up." As she said this, she moved to wipe away some tears. Unfortunately, she was just going through the motions. There was not a tear to be seen.
The person that had come from the bank could not bear to continue watching and said: "Lord Feng, as to why the elder madam borrowed this money or where this money has gone, this is all your Feng family's business. Please provide the money first. As for everything else, please discuss that amongst yourselves!"
Feng Jin Yuan coldly snorted and said something that even a criminal would not say: "Go ask whoever borrowed this money to return it!" After saying this, he threw the contract at the person that had come from the bank's face and waved his hand, "Send the guest out!"
"Wait!" The person loudly shouted and struggled free from the retainers that had begun dragging him. He then faced Feng Jin Yuan with a look of disbelief and said: "Lord Feng, how could you say such a thing? Although you are currently a fifth rank official, you were previously the prime minister! As the prime minister, there was only one person above you and countless below you. Is this something that someone of your status could say? This contract clearly states that the borrowing period is one year; however, if the borrower passed away, the debt would be transferred to their relatives. The government office has a copy. You cannot refuse to acknowledge it!"
He first built Feng Jin Yuan up with flattery then brought out Da Shun's laws. This rendered Feng Jin Yuan completely speechless, but he was also completely broke. This large hole that the matriarch had dug, even if he had the heart to fill it, he did not have any dirt!
He looked at Cheng Jun Man with a troubled expression and hoped that she could come up with an idea, but Cheng Jun Man was also unable to bring out such a large amount of money. She could only shake her head to him and express that there was nothing that she could do.
For a while, everyone was frozen there. Nobody knew what they should do.
Not long later, the servant that had gone to Shu Ya courtyard had returned. Arriving in front of Cheng Jun Man, they reported to her: "Reporting to older madam, aside from some items that have been kept in storage for many years, Shu Ya courtyard's warehouse only had some shattered silver that does not total more than 50 taels. There was not a single banknote."
Feng Jin Yuan's heart became cold. He secretly cursed the matriarch for being foolish. To get rid of that group of beggars from the old family, was there any need for that much money? But the matriarch had already died. There was no purpose in continuing to complain. He looked at the family members in the yard. After the previous matter with the deed, he felt helpless once more.
At this time, something that nobody expected occurred. Feng Yu Heng actually spoke up, as she asked the person from the bank: "The Feng family is currently just a fifth-ranked official's family, and even this residence has been taken back by his Majesty. This county princess asks you, what did the elder madam use as collateral to borrow this money?"
That person replied: "Replying to county princess, there was no collateral."
"What?" Han shi shrilly shouted: "No collateral? You still dared to lend that amount of money? When had Ding Feng Bank become so magnanimous? Thinking back, our Brilliant Dance Building used a workshop as collateral to borrow 100 thousand taels, yet you were still unwilling. How could you now be willing to part ways with this much money?" Her mouth was lacking a filter, as she revealed everything that had happened before she had entered the Feng manor.
Once these words were spoken, they were truly a slap to Feng Jin Yuan's face. Who in the capital did not know what sort of establishment the Brilliant Dance Building was. Although he had secretly oppressed the Brilliant Dance Building until it gradually vanished, it had still prospered for many years. If anyone inquired, there would still be many people that remembered.
Now that Feng Jin Yuan's concubine had said "our Brilliant Dance Building" in front of so many people, was this not making her own background clear for everyone to see? Feng Jin Yuan was no longer able to endure it and sent a slap at Han shi's face. Han shi saw stars from being slapped. If it was not for a maidservant supporting her from the side in a timely manner, perhaps she would have fallen to the ground.
But she did not dare say anything. She realized that she had made an error with her words earlier. This sort of mistake was life-threatening. If it was not for her being pregnant, she really wondered if Feng Jin Yuan would have had a hidden guard kill her on the spot.
Han shi had been hit, and nobody said a word nor went to stop it. Even fewer people felt any sympathy. Cheng Jun Man told her with a cold expression: "You must remember your own standing. If you really want to live like you did before, when the child has been born, I will arrange for someone to escort you from the manor. From that moment forward, you will have no relation to the Feng family."
Han shi's face became pale with fear. Trembling, she was supported by two servants and did not say another word.
Feng Yu Heng had no intention to continue watching this drama and asked the person from the bank: "Since there is no collateral, why would you give out this money?"
The person from the bank spoke as if it was natural, "Because she is county princess' grandmother! When the Feng family's elder madam came to the bank, she spoke using her status as county princess Ji An's grandmother. County princess, at that time, you were taking care of the refugees outside the city. The Feng family was met with hardship, thus we could not choose to not help."
This person continued to look at Feng Yu Heng while speaking. He did not hide nor dodge. His tone was stable, and he did not rush. He was very certain about every word that was said. Feng Yu Heng could see that everything that he had said was true.
She helplessly and bitterly smiled. It seemed that her face was worth quite a bit of money. It seemed that the Feng family's matriarch was not stupid in the slightest.
Once Feng Jin Yuan heard this, he recovered a little. Looking at Feng Yu Heng, he asked her: "A-Heng, what do you think of this matter?"
Feng Yu Heng raised the corner of her lips and said: "What else is there to think of this matter. Ever since antiquity, debts of money had to be repaid with money. Could it be that father does not want to pay this debt? Grandmother passed away, and the person that is the main provider of the family is father; however, father is no longer able to be the provider. As the family's daughter of the first wife, I will need to provide. Moreover, this money was used to provide second granduncle and third granduncle the money needed to settle their families down. They traveled a long distance to send the family's memorial tablets here. For this bit of money, it is no loss for the Feng family." She reached into her sleeve and pulled out a banknote worth 200 thousand taels from her space. She handed it to Huang Quan, "Accompany this gentleman to the government office and get the certificate back. But" She then looked at the person from the bank and put on a dark expression: "This is the first and last time. If there is a second time that someone dares to use this county princess' name to go out and steal or scam, and your bank dares to lend to them, this county princess will definitely set the Ding Feng Bank on fire. If I said it, I will do it. If you don't believe me, just try it."
The person from the bank's face turned white with fear. He did not doubt in the slightest that Feng Yu Heng's words would be false. This county princess was the ninth prince's future princess. Not to mention a bank, even if she said that she would burn half of the capital, perhaps the ninth prince would not even bat an eye.
He quickly kowtowed to Feng Yu Heng then left with Huang Quan.
Feng Jin Yuan let out a long sigh of relief. Before he could say anything nice, he heard Cheng Jun Man loudly say: "Servant! Go fetch some ink. Have husband write up a receipt for a loan for the second young miss."


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With the sounds of trickling water and candlelight dancing across the tables, the Estate House in Scottsdale is as inviting as your own home. The multilevel restaurant includes a lounge, as well as indoor and outdoor dining, facing the beautiful Waterfront area of the Arizona Canal. Plants climb up the elegant columns, unique chandeliers exude soft lighting and whimsical wall embellishments make up the Euro-Sonoran décor. All these elements create a lovely backdrop for a relaxing meal.>
The contemporary French cuisine was complemented by soft jazz music, floating delicately throughout the restaurant, adding to the intimate ambience. Our evening began with a delicious amuse bouche, a chilled parsnip soup served in a shot glass and topped with a crunchy panchetta. The bread basket proved too good to pass up and selections such as blue cheese rolls and baguettes were warmly placed on our plates. It was hard to say no the second time the basket came around, but alas, some room had to be left for dinner. A delicious wine and cocktail list enticed the taste buds even further, including a crisp pear martini made from freshly pureed pears. Yet, with such a plentiful menu in front of us, simple water allowed us to savor the rich taste of the food itself.
With several ambrosial appetizers to choose from, our party decided on three starters with varied ingredients to please the palate. The wild mushroom robiola strudel was the hands-down favorite of the table, but the others were praised as well. Interesting elements in the dishes, such as a habanero tangerine mousse served with the chilled pomegranate duck breast, were found in each course. The tangy mousse was an unexpected flavor when biting into the duck, but proved to be a tasty addition.
Small surprise details were found throughout the meal, keeping your taste buds on their toes. Even if you don't enjoy eating greens, the salads were very well-prepared and tasteful, with choices for the pickiest of eaters. The grilled marinated feta salad was a delicate mix of romaine hearts, lemon oregano marmalade and a touch of olive oil. The baby herb salad was also a favorite with a muscat vinaigrette dressing, and roasted walnuts and grapes that together make eating your veggies a fun and flavorful experience.
After all these courses, we realized that we hadn't even had entrées yet! Luckily, our appetites were re-invigorated when we set our eyes on the delectable plates. The consensus among the table was that the shiraz molasses braised short rib was the most appetizing, yet the chef spared no expense when it came to the other dishes. The filet mignon was tender and juicy. Full of strong flavors of sun dried tomato and roasted garlic, the handmade tagliatelle was a great pasta dish. Butternut squash puree and garlic braccoli rabe complemented the entrees nicely, and rounded out the French feast. Conversation was hard to keep up with because the myriad of delectable foods kept our mouths full.
Just when we thought we couldn't eat any more, dessert menus were placed on the table. While freshening up with warm hand towels, we decided to sample several desserts. All the delicacies were regarded as perfect endings to the satisfying meal and declared "rich" and "delicious" between bites. One standout from the sweet treats was the gianduja raspberry torte, an exquisite mélange of chocolate and raspberry. A warm, hazelnut chocolate cake was served with a chilled shot of raspberry sorbet that was infused with a hint of mocha. Divine.
The wonderful presentation of the dishes and friendly service matched the understated elegance of the restaurant. Whatever the occasion may be, from a romantic rendezvous to a corporate event, Estate House is the perfect place to go.


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Police Reform and Social Responsibility Act 2011
- Type of Bill:
- Government Bill
- Sponsors:
- Mrs Theresa May
Home Office
- Baroness Browning
Home Office
Progress of the Bill
Bill started in the House of Commons
- House of Commons
- House of Lords
- Royal Assent
Last event
- Royal Assent 15 September, 2011 | 15.09.2011
Act of Parliament
|Police Reform and Social Responsibility Act 2011 c.13
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Following agreement by both Houses on the text of the Bill it received Royal Assent on 15 September. The Bill is now an Act of Parliament (law).
Summary of the Police Reform and Social Responsibility Act 2011
The Bill covers five distinct policy areas: police accountability and governance; alcohol licensing; the regulation of protests around Parliament Square; misuse of drugs; and the issue of arrest warrants in respect of private prosecutions for universal jurisdiction offences.
Key areas
- replaces police authorities with directly elected Police and Crime Commissioners, with the aim of improving police accountability
- amends and supplements the Licensing Act 2003 with the intention of 'rebalancing' it in favour of local authorities, the police and local communities
- sets out a new framework for regulating protests around Parliament Square. Relevant sections of the Serious Organised Crime and Police Act 2005 would be repealed and the police would be given new powers to prevent encampments and the use of amplified noise equipment
- enables the Home Secretary to temporarily ban drugs for up to a year, and removes the statutory requirement for the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs to include members with experience in specified activities
- introduces a new requirement for private prosecutors to obtain the consent of the Director of Public Prosecutions prior to the issue of an arrest warrant for 'universal jurisdiction' offences such as war crimes or torture. The Government's aim in introducing this change is to prevent the courts being used for political purposes.
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