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A Story
Doctor Harris had his office on Amsterdam Avenue, in the Upper Eighties of New York City. His office was on the second floor, over a drugstore, and his premises possessed north and east windows, through which the light streamed so blindingly that he had to angle his Venetian blinds all the way down until noon. His walls were painted a soft pale green because he had once read in Reader's Digest that this was the softest and easiest hue to live with.
"In hospitals catering to nervous cases, that's the color they paint the walls," he was fond of telling his wife and two grown children.
"But you don't cater to mental cases," his wife reminded him. "All they want, your patients, is a comfortable chair and a good man to fix their teeth."
"No one is nervous coming to his dentist?" he smiled. He glanced at his children, a son and a daughter, for support. "As I get ready to drill a tooth, or to make an extraction, the color scheme is important in its function to soothe the patient."
Mrs. Harris frowned and changed the subject. She loved her husband, who was a successful dentist, a good craftsman, but in her opinion he talked too much; he was always ready to give his opinion on any subject, and he would speak warmly, almost heatedly, on more topics than any other man she had ever met. This ability of her husband to discourse with intensity, at the drop of a hat, sometimes made her nervous; even after thirty-five years of marriage to him, she felt herself tighten inside whenever he entered into a discussion on a controversial, or even an innocuous, subject.
"Sidney," she warned him sometimes, in an undertone inaudible to friends or guests in their apartment on West End Avenue, "you're talking too much, give Mrs. Gordon a chance to get in a few words."
He would pause, glare at her venomously for a moment, bite his lip and lapse into silence. But after a minute or two, swept up into the current of a fresh argument or conversation, he would begin talking more fluently than ever, with no ill feeling toward his wife.
In his office Doctor Harris was very popular with his patients. His collections of anecdotes and stories based on observations and personal experiences seemed to be inexhaustible; the best of them he polished year after year, and his memory was so phenomenal that he recalled who had heard a certain story of his and under what conditions he had told it. His uncanny feeling for the dramatic and the warmth of his narration moved most of his patients strongly, even when his tales took on a humorous twist.
"Doctor Harris, you should have been a writer," many of his patients told him. "Really, the way you have of telling a story! Why, what you said would make a wonderful movie!"
Flattered, the stocky, graying dentist would shake his head and smile. "Thank you, but what do I know of writing? Of its construction, its style? No, I'm thankful to be a dentist, just a good dentist. Tell me, do you like it when I use the high-speed drill, or the regular one?" He always sent them out of his chair with a smile which he accompanied by a low half-bow; his manner may have been a trifle too ironic, too humorous at certain times, but it was always anchored solidly in humanity and warmth. His patients returned to him year after year; more than half of them now had their children coming to him for their dental problems; he even boasted that he was taking care of some of his oldest patients' grandchildren.
Doctor Harris's children, unlike their mother, did not criticize the dentist's storytelling habits. In their childhood they had listened with fascination to his tales and now, despite the occasional boredom they felt upon hearing him relate a familiar story for the first time to a guest, they merely sat back and smiled. Both of them loved their father. Marvin, the son, who was a lawyer and lived with his wife and one-year-old daughter on Central Park West, was especially tolerant of the old man.
"Why should I criticize him when he bends people's ears?" he said to his mother whenever she made the comment that "Papa talks too much." "He paid my way through law school, he made sacrifices for me, didn't he?"
"Marvin's right," the daughter said. Ethel, recently divorced from an interior decorator, and childless, also took her father's part. "When I was going through my worst period with Cecil, Pa always listened to me and gave me comfort."
"Did I say he wasn't a good man?" their mother asked. "Of course not, he's a prince. But if only he wouldn't tell the same stories over and over." She sighed. "But I guess I have to take it." Her children smiled, and Marvin came over and patted her cheek gently.
"You wouldn't want to change Pa and you know it." Then they got down to business, discussing what to buy the old raconteur for his sixtieth birthday—a wristwatch, or a portable hi-fi radio set for his office.
"Let's get him the hi-fi," Marvin suggested. "You know how he loves music."
"I was looking at a wonderful Swiss watch the other day," Ethel began.
"No, let's buy the hi-fi, by all means," said Mrs. Harris. "He can tune it down low while he's working on his patients' teeth." What she really meant was that if he had a radio in his office, Doctor Harris would listen to the softly played classical music and do less talking.
They bought the hi-fi set and presented it to him during a dinner party his wife gave in honor of his sixtieth birthday. About a dozen people, including his children, his daughter-in-law Ruth, and his closest friends, were present. Mrs. Harris had hired a woman from a catering service to assist her. There were candles on the dining room table; the woman from the catering service, in a white apron and cap, served drinks in the living room, and before they went in to eat each guest, followed by Marvin, Ethel, Ruth, and Mrs. Harris, proposed a toast. The dentist, listening to the various testimonials in his honor, was visibly affected. Staring at the festive board in the next room, with the candles lit for him, he felt so emotional he couldn't speak for several minutes. He cleared his throat a half a dozen times, and still the words did not come.
"What's the matter?" his wife laughed. "Can't you say something? Now of all times?"
He smiled at her, then at the others, after which he cleared his throat again. "Thank you, thank you one and all," he said, somewhat hoarsely, "for this nice dinner party and for your wonderful companionship this evening." He paused, still somewhat overcome, struggling to speak. "I wish I had a cough drop. But I want to say from the bottom of my heart I appreciate all the fine speeches, and I'll remember them for the rest of my life."
"Hear, hear," cried Marvin, raising his glass. "Listen, here's to my father, the best dentist on the West Side."
"No, in all of New York," his mother corrected him, and the others, lifting their glasses, agreed with her. Again, Doctor Harris was so overcome he could not speak; he gulped half of his Manhattan, his hand shaking.
"Dinner is served," the hired maid said quietly.
The guests finished their cocktails and rose from their chairs—Doctor and Mrs. Feldman, Mr. Weiner, a widower, Mr. and Mrs. Hochner, Mr. and Mrs. Reilly, and Mrs. Leftov who had lost her husband last year. They went into the dining room followed by the immediate family.
Soon, eating at the table, the dentist found his voice. He had dug up some new stories for the occasion, anecdotes which even his wife had never heard, and in a few minutes he became the center of conversation. The stories he related were good ones and created large bursts of laughter, but after a while, noting the flush on his face, his wife said, "Eat, eat, your meat is turning cold. Besides, you're talking yourself hoarse."
He waved the words aside. "It's only a little cold." He cut off a small piece of meat but before eating it said to the company, "Say, did I ever tell you the story about Mrs. Ronson, a patient of mine years ago, may her soul rest in peace? The way she cured her husband of staying out every Saturday night playing cards with the boys?" Still not eating, he began giving them the full details. Toward the end of the story, despite his efforts to make himself heard all around the table, his voice died down to a raw whisper. At the finish, his listeners laughed uproariously.
"You're making 'em more dramatic than ever," Mr. Reilly told him. He turned to the others. "Oh, he can tell them, can't he?"
The birthday party was a huge success. The gifts from the dentist's family and his friends lay on the sideboard. He tested the small hi-fi radio and was enthusiastic over its tone. When his wife suggested that he put it in his office, he readily agreed to do so.
"I've got a place for it, a nice place for it," he told everybody. "Right next to the sterilizer, on the metal table near the door."
The party broke up at midnight. When the dentist saw the guests to the door, he cleared his throat again, several times.
"Thanks, thanks for coming. And for all the lovely presents. I'll remember this evening all my life." He helped them with their coats.
"Take a drink of brandy for your cold," Mr. Reilly told him. He glanced toward Doctor Feldman, for support. "Isn't that a good suggestion?"
Doctor Feldman smiled. "It can't do any harm."
The guests filed out, and Doctor and Mrs. Harris, sighing and feeling slightly tired, closed the door. The rest of the family stayed on another twenty minutes, to tell their parents what a successful evening it was and to examine the other presents; then they, too, departed. Doctor Harris went into the bathroom, stared at his tongue, gargled his throat for a few seconds, and went to bed. His wife was in the kitchen, paying the catering woman her fee and thanking her for her expert assistance.
The dentist's throat felt a lot better the following day and his voice regained its strength. But at the end of the week the huskiness returned, and he could not shake it off. One evening he felt himself straining to make himself heard.
"It's one of those late spring colds," he told his wife.
"You've been working too hard," she said. "You talk too much to your patients, too."
He disagreed with her. "I haven't changed my working habits. You can't be a clam while you're bending over a patient in the chair. You have to divert them, amuse them, otherwise they tense up."
"Yes, but—"
"I just divert them, I've been doing it for over thirty-five years." He coughed twice and cleared his throat. "It's a little phlegm. One of those stubborn spring colds. I'll go into Springer's place tomorrow and get something for it."
The next morning he went into the drugstore under his office and spoke to Springer, the proprietor. Springer gave him a bottle of raspberry-colored liquid which, he said, he had been using himself for colds for years. He informed the dentist of its ingredients, adding that it contained wild cherry bark and codeine. Doctor Harris nodded. "It sounds good, it ought to do the trick." He took the bottle upstairs (Springer would accept no money for it) and after swallowing small amounts of the medicine in the morning his throat indeed felt much improved. But the huskiness remained, and toward evening he felt himself straining again as he spoke to his patients. He came home one evening soon afterward, looked reflective, then said to his wife:
"I'm going to take an hour off tomorrow and see Doctor Feldman."
"I'm glad, Sidney. I've been telling you for a long time, you've been pushing too hard. You need a rest."
"Maybe you're right."
The next day the dentist went to see his friend, Doctor Feldman. Doctor Feldman gave him a thorough examination, shone a light down his throat, palpated his neck and behind the ears carefully, and after the examination was silent for a moment.
"Sidney, I'm going to send you to Doctor Shiel. You look okay but I'd like him to examine you just to make sure."
"Something's the matter with me."
"I don't know. Doctor Shiel is a wonderful throat man. We'll both feel better after he looks at you. I'll phone him and make an appointment for you."
"Something's wrong with me."
"I didn't say that. Now you're acting like some of the old women who come here complaining of aches and pains because they have nothing else to complain about. Say, that was some birthday party you threw. And some haul you made." He was looking in his black book for a number. "I'll call Shiel now."
The next day the dentist went to Doctor Shiel's office in Park Avenue. Doctor Shiel, using a bronchoscope, took a biopsy of his patient's throat and told him to return on Friday when the report on the slide would be in. When the dentist came in on Friday, Doctor Shiel informed Sidney Harris he had cancer of the larynx. It wasn't far advanced and he advised immediate surgery.
"What about radiation treatments, doctor?" the dentist asked, his face clammy.
"Not in this case." Doctor Shiel did not feel put out because his patient had questioned his procedure. "Doctor Harris, your chances for a successful operation are excellent. This isn't a complicated case."
"You're not kidding me, doctor?"
"I'm not kidding you."
The dentist looked into Doctor Shiel's eyes unwaveringly for a long five seconds, as if reading his destiny. "Okay, I'm in your hands, doctor."
Three days later, Doctor Shiel removed most of the dentist's larynx, in a highly successful operation. In two weeks, Doctor Harris was home from the hospital. He was ordered not to speak until the fifth week, and to pass the time he read a lot in bed, newspapers, paperback mysteries, and a book about the Arctic region that his son Marvin had brought over. Mrs. Harris was a good nurse and cheerful companion, masking her anxieties in her husband's presence but going to pieces when she was with her children.
"So silent," she wept. "He lies there so silently. It's not like him, he seems like another person."
"But Mom," Marvin said with a smile, "it's the doctor's orders. In a few more days he'll be talking a mile a minute again."
"Sure, Mom," Ruth said cheerfully. "Wait till the five weeks are up, you'll see. Doctor Feldman said Doctor Shiel did a wonderful job. You heard him say that yourself. Wait until Saturday, Mom."
The children came over Saturday, to be with their mother when the dentist was to be allowed to speak again. Doctor Shiel was closeted with his patient in the bedroom and in fifteen minutes he emerged with a smile.
"No complications. He'll be all right." He hesitated. "Just be patient," he said. He put on his coat and hat and left.
The family went into the bedroom to see their husband and father. When the dentist spoke, they fell silent. He had uttered a series of croaking noises. They stood aghast, trying to conceal their collective anguish. He attempted a smile and pointed to his throat as he saw their despairing eyes. At last, their stares riveted on his lips in a kind of horrified fascination, they understood some of his words. He was trying to tell them what Doctor Shiel had just said to him a few minutes ago, that he'd have to relearn how to speak, due to the loss of most of his larynx. The process of relearning wouldn't be too difficult, but it would demand a lot of patience and effort, from the patient and the entire family.
Twenty minutes later, when the family withdrew to the living room, Mrs. Harris said, wringing her hands, "He's so brave, we've got to help him, we've got to help him." Then she broke down and cried. Her children, overwrought themselves, looked at her without speaking. It was best for their mother to get a good cry out of her system as soon as possible.
Doctor Harris returned to his dental office in two months. In his absence a young dentist had taken over, a Doctor Wayne; some of the practice had slipped away while he had been filling in for the older man, but that was to be expected. Doctor Harris went over the books with his substitute, listened to a lengthy report, glanced at the appointment book, and thanked the young man for his help. He paid him generously for the time he had expended and they parted amiably. After the young man had departed, Doctor Harris put on his white starched dentist's jacket and waited for the first patient to arrive since his return. Waiting, he wondered why the young dentist had looked at him so strangely while he had been talking to him. He smiled. It had been his voice, of course. Young Doctor Wayne should have heard him five or six weeks ago, then he would have been surprised.
The first patient arrived, a middle-aged housewife who had been coming upstairs to Doctor Harris's office for years. She was taken aback when he greeted her. Though she had heard he had undergone an operation on his throat, she wasn't prepared for the sound of his voice as he began describing his late illness. He worked on her teeth with his usual skill, however, while he continued his monologue, and at the end of her visit she was laughing with him as he explained how he had had to relearn how to speak. "Imagine, at my age," he told her. "Just imagine, like I'm a baby!" The patient laughed with him as he made his guttural noises, because he was so open and utterly unself-conscious about it.
Doctor Harris did not lose much of his practice, right away. Most of his patients had long since grown accustomed to his talkativeness and they made more than the usual allowances for the sound of his voice at first. They felt he would calm down after a while, when he had exhausted his stories about the hospital, the nurses, and the fine job Doctor Shiel had performed on him.
But when, after a few months, he returned to his favorite topics, world events, philosophy, and the mediocrity of television programs, many of his patients lying back in his dental chair began to listen uneasily to his strange, croaking, almost incoherent sentences uttered directly above their faces. As was his habit, he spoke rapidly and this made his words even more unintelligible to his captive listeners. Gradually, some of them began cancelling their appointments.
It was Mrs. Reilly who alerted the dentist's wife. Going one day to Doctor Harris's office to have her bridgework repaired, she underwent an experience similar to that of the other patients who, lying back in the chair, had listened to the dentist's animated conversation as he worked inside their mouths.
"His hand is just as steady as ever, Bertha—but it's his voice that gets you after a while."
"His voice?"
"Well, I didn't want to tell you, Bertha, you know how much my husband and I love him. But as you He there in his chair and he keeps making those noises you get nervous. Finally you want to jump up and leave."
"But I told him to whisper. That's what the doctor told him, too. His words are clearer, then. They sound better, too. Why doesn't he do it? Just whisper, I told him. Thanks, thanks for phoning me, Grace."
When the dentist came home that evening, his wife spoke to him about it. "Sidney, I know why your practice is falling off. I just learned today. Someone, whose name I won't mention, called me and told me how you speak to patients."
"Speak?" The dentist looked puzzled. "Of course I speak to them. I'm a human being, so I speak to them, and why not?"
"You're raising your voice again. And when you do that, Sidney, even I have a hard time understanding you. And I'm used to it by now." Seeing his face had paled, she went over to him and held his hands warmly, compassionately. "Sidney, you'll have to control yourself in the office. I know it will be hard. But don't talk much. If you have to talk, whisper. Otherwise you'll drive your patients away." She put a handkerchief to her eyes. "I didn't want to tell you, but I had to. I had to." He looked at her a long, pale moment, then bowed his head and nodded. A little later, when they ate dinner, he seemed to have recovered his good spirits.
"What's on TV tonight?" he said in a raw whisper. "Any good program? A good Western?" He smiled, and she smiled back at him.
For the next two weeks, he followed his wife's advice. He did not talk very much as his patients sat in his chair, and when he did he always tried to remember to speak in a whisper. But after a spell of comparative silence, he could hold himself in check no longer. Gradually, he resumed his habit of conversing at length to his patients. All his life he had been a talker; conversation to him was as natural, and as necessary, as breathing. He tried to check himself but he failed miserably. The more he held himself back, the more violent was the torrent of words that spilled out of him when he could contain himself no longer.
Hearing the strange, animal-like sounds that issued from his lips, some of his patients grew frightened. During one week two of them, women, struggled up from his chair in the middle of their visits and hurriedly left his office. That sobered the dentist. He kept quiet for a few days after that, rarely talking above his rough whisper, but by the end of the week, unable to control himself, he was once more speaking volubly about the latest East-West crisis, juvenile delinquency, and the growing and dangerous influence of gangsters in legitimate business.
By the beginning of June, three months following his return to his office, Doctor Harris's practice had dropped 50 per cent.
"Don't talk to your patients!" his wife cried out again. "You'll end up with nothing—nothing!"
"What can I do? Be a dummy? After all these years?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Be silent! I see now that that's the only solution."
He whispered hoarsely. "But how can I?"
"Sidney, your patients still love you. But you just have to control your conversation."
"How? How?"
"When you feel like talking—write. We'll buy you pads of paper. We'll get you a dozen ballpoint pens. That way you'll save your practice!"
He looked at her incredulously, then bowed his head again.
The next day he purchased some pads of paper and a bunch of ballpoint pens which he brought to his office. A day later, he tried to commit suicide. Springer the druggist had given him a bottle of sleeping pills and then, suddenly becoming suspicious, had run upstairs and found him in his lab, on the floor.
This experience threw the dentist's family into tenor and perplexity. "I must have been crazy," the dentist told his wife, afterward. "It's not your fault. Believe me, it won't happen again." And he spoke with such simplicity, such conviction, she knew he meant it.
Doctor Harris, as good as his word, did not make another attempt at suicide. But the rumor concerning his try at it had somehow gotten around. As the weeks went by, his practice dwindled further. Doctor Harris wasn't a poor man; he had been a successful dentist for a long time and had invested his earnings in a small apartment house on West End Avenue and in blue-chip stocks; but as he witnessed his career collapsing he grew deeply depressed.
The one thing that sustained the dentist was the small, excellent hi-fi set in his office. As his practice had declined, he became addicted to listening to the classical music coming from the FM stations. In the long intervals between patients he sat in the waiting room, in one of the chairs there, hearing the work of Beethoven, Mozart, and Schumann, hour after hour. Concertos and sonatas had become his favorites. He acquired the habit of humming the themes and variations to himself. When he grew tired of sitting near the hi-fi set he went to stand at the windows that looked down on Amsterdam Avenue. The neighborhood had changed during the last few years. It had "gone down," as the real estate people said; a poorer class of people had moved in, the advance echelons of struggling minority groups, who lived huddled together in small, cut-up apartments. The dentist, long familiar with all the landmarks, still gazed with affection at the buildings, the store fronts, and the life in the street.
Really, he thought one morning, he had no cause for complaint. "Well, I have lived over sixty years," he told himself, almost cheerfully. "I've raised a family, I've gone on some wonderful vacations, and I have nice friends." As he stood staring at the window, he heard his door open as his first patient of the day entered.
"Hello, Mrs. Really," he whispered. "How nice you look today. Is that a new dress?" he asked in his rough whisper as she stepped into his chair with a smile. He placed the napkin around her throat, efficient, businesslike, cheerful. "Of course it's a new dress," he whispered huskily, his words competing against the sound of the music coming from the next room. "That means your husband put through a good deal last week, right?" Mrs. Reilly, pleased at the attention he was giving her, laughed.
"Sidney, you notice everything, don't you? Now I want you to fix that back filling. That job you did on my bridge was wonderful. I haven't had a bit of trouble with it since."
"Of course not," he whispered hoarsely, with a smile. "When Doctor Harris does a job, he does a job. You think he's a butcher?" As he gripped his instruments, he noticed, with annoyance, that the music had become somewhat loud because the theme being broadcast had developed breadth and depth. He cleared his throat and raised his voice. "By the way, did you see what our State Department is doing today, over the latest Berlin crisis!" He hadn't had a patient to talk to for two days; now his words tumbled out, most of them unintelligible. Mrs. Reilly lay back in the dental chair, her fists clenched tightly. Despite her determination to relax, she still felt frightened at the strange noises coming from the dentist's mouth. With her jaws extended to his probing instruments, she forced herself to sit quietly, though her abdomen had hardened.
Later on, when he was finished with the woman, the dentist's voice dropped back to a whisper. He had had his release for the day.
"Thanks for being so patient," he whispered gratefully. "You're not only a patient, you're patient."
The woman got up out of the chair nervously, her palms wet, her big back aching from suppressed fear. She saw the dentist's eyes come to rest on some small pads of paper and a dozen ballpoint pens stuck upright into a drinking glass.
"Mrs. Reilly," he said in his raw whisper, "what shall I do with these pads and all these ballpoint pens? A salesman came up and sold them to me, and I have no use for them. What shall I do with them? Huh?"
Mrs. Reilly came over to the table and looked at the merchandise. The pens were good ones, not the cheap kind featured in the windows of dime stores. She could give them to her small grandchildren, she thought. Her grandchildren would love to draw pictures on those nice pads, too. Then she remembered something; she suddenly recalled the taxing telephone conversation she had had with Mrs. Harris two weeks ago, during which the dentist's wife, distraught, had told her she had ordered her husband to communicate with his patients in writing to avoid frightening them with his guttural, animal-like noises.
"I—I couldn't take them, Sidney," she blurted out, without thinking. "Really—you can make better use of them than can—"
He stared at her, white-faced and speechless; and in his eyes she now saw his despair, his utter loneliness. She made her exit awkwardly, as quickly as she could.
A few seconds later, Doctor Harris went to stand at the windows, watching Mrs. Reilly's matronly figure moving up the street toward the bus stop. He saw her get into a bus and ride away. Then he turned and faced the hi-fi set, which was playing louder than before. It was one of the Beethoven quartets, and the music filled the office with its full, blasting, resonant tonality. Still white-faced, the dentist stood before the instrument, his blood pounding. As the music swelled out fuller and deeper, he felt his temples throbbing with defeat and anguish. "No, I can't keep silent!" he told himself. "When I'm dead, yes! . . . I can't! I can't!" The composition ended, abruptly. In the sudden silence, which seemed to suck up his physical reserves like a giant sponge, the dentist heard the lament of his voiceless outcries re-echoing throughout the office. He sat down tremblingly in a chair in the waiting room, his knees weak, his face covered with perspiration.
That night when he came home, Doctor Harris was unusually quiet at the dinner table. He ate sparingly but his wife was so pleased at his subdued demeanor, which told her he was learning to control himself down at the office, that she did not call his attention to the special manner in which she had prepared the broiled chicken, just the way he liked it, until later.
"Sidney," she smiled, her mouth half full of food, "isn't the chicken good? Isn't it delicious?"
He was staring at his fork, his face pale, his eyes blank.
"Yes," he whispered hoarsely, "yes."


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TCI (or Tony...per your username),
In noticing that your comments is your first-ever Post and taking into consideration the gist of what you're trying to convey, I think it's safe to say that the vast majority of people who have or will read the article, and possibly post a comment, are fully aware and understand that to group the whole of the Bullrun participants, drivers, organizers, and so on (as well as to "group" all involved with Rallys across the country), would be totally out of line, illogical, unreasonable, and an unfair assessment. To attest to that is the Posts that at this point I've seen so far, commentators are most definitely directing their, if you will, "anger", towards the idiots mentioned and/or ticketed in the article. Hence, most people know the actions of these few drivers and the blame....falls squarely on THEIR SHOULDERS! There's no question about that.
So Tony, have no fear. Yes, there is that chance that some nitwit(s) will post something that reflects on your concerns of people "jumping the gun" and/or tossing out nonsense...it is what it is, nitwits are a dime a dozen on here...but rest assured most of us commentators are smarter than the average bear. Even those who's comments are sane and reasonable thinking one day, then a bit "out there" the next day. Again, it is what it is. :)
I concur. Also, noticed the tatoos....more directly, the 3-dots symbol by her left eye? Classic dead-giveaway of gang-affiliation. Specifically, sureno street gang (or also called the 13th street gang) located here in the Portland Metro Area. And yes, I purposely did not capitalize sureno, street, and/or gang...not worthy of such.
In any case. Too follow along the same lines that you had conveyed, truth of the matter is that the odds are stacked against these children of hers...regarding the kid's upbringing, home environment, stability or lack thereof, being present around drug use.....jesus, the list goes on and on. And the worst part of all, these kid's may one day have run-ins with the law on the negative side. By how little or how much, who knows. Time will tell.
Hopefully, the kids will grow up smarter and better and have the fortitude, strength, desire, and most importantly, the will within themselves to be be smarter and better...in essence, to believe in oneself.
"The hardest battles one must face, are the battles from within."
Whew, glad you didn't try to pick it apart...because that wasn't what it was meant for. The post was purposely done, essentially expressing facetiousness on the whole...nothing more, nothing less (the smiley icon ":)" at the end was the key clue.
Actually, yesterday was a very good day for me. Regarding your other question. Not a damn thing.
Well Nice,
I thought it pretty nice of you to have nicely said how nice it is to not be living in Vancouver but in nice Hazel Dell which for anybody who's even somewhat familar with the area knows Hazel Dell is nicely located just a hop, skip-n-jump from Vancouver which for us Oregonians means just a tad bit more of gas use and tirewear though still pretty convenient which is nice for us and nice of you to extend a welcome-mat for us Oregonians to your fine and nice lil' town which perhaps may get a nice and decent boost in business during those few days in July that happens to be the nicest time of the year here in the Northwest. Now, and speaking only for myself, if your welcome-mat is sincere then when the time comes set up pointer signs for me and I'll nicely supply the fireworks and you nicely supply a few cold ones and bbqed meal (I'm pretty easy to please) so as we can enjoy nice conversation, a nice meal, and a nice show come dark time. Shoot, all-n-all I'd say that's a nice win win for all concern and that your Post was the nicest way of saying all that.
Well okay, you didn't convey all that...sticking within the context of the article, you nicely pointed out that if Vancouver City Council's decision were to come to be it would probably have little if any affect on Oregonian's purchasing and using of such fireworks back in our home State. Not that you couldn't have stated an obvious in your own nice way. :)
I'm curious asin, according to your profile page your zipcode is 97015 which is the city of Clackamas, OR that is located in the area of Hwys 205/224 interchanged...for all practical purposes, nowhere near Tigard's city limits. So explain how and why you would have a stake, let alone a voice in something that doesn't affect you?
Or is your tagname a inner-reflection of you establishing how asinine you look?
bzbiff (or better yet.....Nitwit),
The medical costs is not just for the physical injuries...those "scars" heal or will heal far more quickly compared to the psychological "scars" which in all likelihood will be many years worth of battles (from within) he'll have to deal with. Years as in.....20, 30,....and hopefully overcome. No one can say for sure.
The Peter Iredale? It doesn't ring a bell. Admittedly, I had to do a search on that because initially I had no idea what you were talking about but once found, then I realized why I didn't remember it...saw it once with family when I was around 9 or 10 years old, thought "yeah, okay...it's a skeleton. Big frickin deal", and never went back.
To answer your question, you're talking about a ship that ran ashore in like 1906! And the reason for not removing it is:
"There was little damage to the hull and plans were made to tow the ship back to sea, but after several weeks waiting for favorable weather and ocean conditions, the ship had listed to the port (left) and become embedded in the sands. She was sold for scrap. All that remains is the bow, a few ribs, and a couple of masts. The rudder is sitting in the parking lot at the Columbia River Maritime Museum in nearby Astoria." Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Iredale
I have a pretty good idea where you're trying to go with this and what you're driving at but frankly, your attempt is an apples-n-oranges comparison....pretty much moot for a number of reasons. I could throw back at you the ship "New Carissa"....a far more recent event. But that too would really be an "apples-n-oranges" comparison.
Ultimately it's waste of time having a debate. The decision has already been made. The End!
Whoa whao whoa...hang on a sec here. I have no idea where you got the thought or came about such information but Soonretired is correct. To better clarify.
Having been a peace officer here in Oregon for 25 years and I'm be straightup with you on this, I have never heard of or known of any of the city, county, or state LE agencies that mandates by word and/or written policy that their officers are required to carry while off-duty too. Maybe in other States or Federal agencies...that I don't know nor care.
True, many do but equally so, many flatout don't....or sometimes they will, depending on the circumstances (for example, he or she going grocery shopping or going on a roadtrip to somewhere). The reasons it's not required are many too list. Sometimes I did, most often I didn't. The primary reason I didn't is simple. When off-duty, cops know it's not a good idea nor want it known that they may be peace officers and as well, if they are carrying it's concealed. And carrying concealed, no matter what type of holster and size of pistol...it gets to be damn uncomfortable and a damn pain in the ass (the weight, wearing the right clothing to mask the potential bulge, bending down a certain way so the barrel doesn't pop out, etc....). Truely, it's more hassle than it's worth the vast majority of the time in more ways than one.
So remove that "off-duty requirement" thought. So, not true.
LMAO...........OH MAN, of all the possible rebuttals one could possibly imagine, I got to admit, never saw that one coming! That's just too damn funny!!
A rebuttal from an individual who:
a). It's his (presuming you are a male) first and only Post (hence, just another troll in the mist);
b). Lives in Denver, CO (per his Facebook) and thus because of that, conveys in his Post that he, and he alone has such an incredible "good bead on life" who's attitude and feelings towards Oregon and it's residents is so obviously and clearly negative in tone and bias in nature;
c). And yet says, "Thousands of people would love to be able to see this dock and would come from around the country to see it."....though of course that doesn't include you. So you just contradicted yourself there;
d) And better yet, he follows with, "...Oregonians don't know what the word "respect" is."...although he just conveyed and showed disrespect by his mere words right at the very beginning with his babbling, narrowmindedness that ultimately boils down to the fact that you DO NOT live in Oregon (your a non-resident), your voice means s*** here, and you are in absolutely no position whatsoever to be opening your piehole (metaphorically speaking) because you have no stake in this or let alone be making a call on a subject matter that frankly, is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. And finally;
e). Your Post, on the whole and in it's entirety, shows a very immature way of thinking and thus holds no water...it's a joke! Which makes you a joke.
You probably never heard of WC Fields. To quote, "Go away kid, you bother me." Thanks for the laugh little one. LOL
"sign of ecology, cross-cultural connections and a memory of the disaster.....tourist attraction."
The same ol' same ol' bs arguement (and a weak arguement at that) I've seen repeated again and again in order to justify having a hunk of junk that parked itself on the beach.
You ask why? It's pretty damn simple. In the end it's still junk...garbage...an eyesore that'll loose it's appeal pretty damn quickly...thus, right back to junk/garbage/eyesore classification.
Nitwitism...at it finest.
It might had been a case that this "parasite" (as you had put it....by the way, I'm not objecting to you using that word in the context you meant :) ) in all plausible likelihood probably had absolutely no idea what that old piece of tan cloth with numbers on it truely was. Let alone the historical significance surrounding it. Now if this parasite was say, borned around the 1920's-40's...well damn, that in itself would be a interesting story:
HEADLINE NEWS - "Today, prolific 80 year old thief doped on meth caught yet again."
Actually, I'd be impressed that an 80 yo could haul two safes out the door. Of course, I'm picturing at least one of the safes being the fire-proof type that hold rifles....200-300 lbs....no problem! Hmmmm, yet another interesting headline story:
"80 year old thief dropped dead or crushed by safe...exertion or just slipped? Stay tune!"
Anyway, "parasite" would be an understatement. But hey, there was some good news out of all this...via the article, the cops got one, know there is more than one person involved, are tying the burglaries, etc.... With a bad day/experience, comes good days.
A few days ago, you had asked for, something along the lines of the arbitrator's ruling, findings...basically you were asking for that info that may have been included in a previous article. And I replied back to you supplying a specific link. I realized that you wanted to view ALL pertinent info...no explanation needed, I understood.
Anywho, I don't know if you saw that Post of mine then but if you look back on my past comments, it's there.
Just an FYI for ya :)
Well to all the "We should legalize marijuana" potheads, stoners, politicians, and so on, I'm sure you'll be happy as a junebug in June to know that he was released yesterday (@ 17:40 hrs...To the potheads and stoners who's brain is fogged up and have memory problems, that's military time for 5:40pm).
I know, I know......may be a bit too hard to convert thou braincells.
Hot Damn! Geez Louise ladies and gents, I gotta say....
If anyone has read my past Posts you know what I used to do. When this Gillmore thing first broke out of few days ago, I knew the Parole Board opened up a s***load of worms (I've could've posted a comment but best to keep it to myself...even my anger can get the best of me). Glad to see and suspected someone or an organization would step up to the plate and fight this.
I know the justice system...well it too boogles my mind sometimes. The procedures, the rulings, the perplexing laws, the time and effort that goes into bringing those to justice, the appeals, all that is involved....the system is not perfect and never will be. However, most of the time it does work and justice, the fight against good and evil, does prevail.
Anyway, you gotta love the NCVLI's email they sent to Mr. Scroggin. Not all lawyers are bad. Most are pretty damn good. Meaning that from the standpoint of being tactful, eloquent, and in a so indirect/direct way say, "Prepare for battle Jack...bring out your best, we'll bring our best...we're gonna dance...it's gonna cost ya one way or another" (granted, my version is a bit cut-n-dry). On some level you got to admire that. :)
Damn, almost forgot. Ms. Woolington:
In the meantime...get pic to us readers ASAP. Much thanks. :)
It's too bad that, unlike Multnomah County Sheriff's website, Washington County SO website doesn't include a mugshot along with said charges. Love the agency and all but damn, they don't let us readers have just a little joy and fun!
Note to Sheriff Garrett (hopefully you'll see my Post):
Please update your software, server, and so on. I think the vastly outnumbered good people who reside in Washington County have earned and desire to see thou mugshots too. And if need be, put forth a levy before the voters that would help update your computer system. I for one would vote "yes."
Sincerely, DBB (retired LEO and WC resident). Thank you
Yes turbo. However, you forgot the absolute...the most important thing...the krill of THE KRILL....you didn't mention anything about bringing the violin! Damnit, what's wrong with you...lol :) ).
Well DBB to the rescue....I just happen to have one on...hang on a sec (pat pat pat)...nope, I guess not. I must have left it in my other pair of pant's pocket. I could sing a "poor me" tune for you all on behalf of the guy but trust me, that's an even scarier thing than Signalness' mugshot. Even I would freely admit that submitting you all to my singing would go way beyond "Cruel and Unusual Punishment."
Respectfully, and I do understand what you're trying to convey, I totally disagree with you (and others who have tossed out the same idea). And here's why.
Obviously, I have no idea how long you've lived in Oregon or how old you are (your login name, "jb97141" suggests you live in Tillamook, OR...terrific little city by the way, been there numerous times over the years), and believe me I am by no means have one of those strong "environmentalists" mentality. The thing is, family came up from Nevada when I was a child over 40+ years ago and by all accounts I'm what one may call, "a lover of the outdoors" (fishing, camping, hiking, swam in Crater Lake, hiked Eagle Creek Trail, fished Owyhee Reservoir, rafted Deshutes River, been to Bagby Hotsprings, explored The Oregon Caves, even climbed Mt. Hood once, been all up and down the coast range....oh man, the list goes on). As well, I've had the good fortune of driving through and visited numerous others States. The point is, I came from and have seen firsthand States that are....well, they are dirty (trash on the side of the road, in their streams and rivers, etc....I mean like, really really bad). Things that I have never seen here in Oregon or that the State would stand idly by and let it just there for months or years. One of Oregon's most cherished philosophies and idealogies has been to keep our State clean. Hence the slogan "Keep Oregon Green"....a slogan that is NOT just a mere slogan.
Bottomline, Oregon is by far the prettiest and most beautifulist State I have ever lived in and seen compared to other States....hands down! And no question about, one if not the most primary reasons why that is, is because of that core belief and understanding to keep Oregon as prestine as possible by doing things that usually require little effort on the part of the individual up too and including forking out whatever it takes to rid of a damn eyesore. AND that dock sitting out there (on my coastline that's just as much yours too), is nothing but an eyesore. Period.
If you have lived here in Oregon for any decent length of time, you should know by now that there are some things (like a hunk of nothing more than garbage) should not nor will not ever be tolerated on OUR Beaches! Come on.....you know what I'm saying is true. :)
Well I for one look at it this way. merwin is right now or had or will in the short future, read the above article, sees your Posts, remembers all those Posts he made yesterday (Yeah, I saw them too), and he's puckering up just a wee bit and thinking, "Damn, I screwed the pooch on that one." And with that, will we see any kind Post from merwin....A "ooops, I admit I..."? Probably not.
But hey, kinda gives a few of us a warm comfy feeling. :)
Humility - Comes at the damnest times and damn hard to swallow.
merwin: If you're out there and catch this. Sorry but, you sooooooo opened the door! Big time.
LOL............oh you were too gloating. Not that I blame you....a good dancer AND a great cook AND beautiful! Heck, I'd even gloat. Shooooooooot, some guys out there would cut off their arm (well maybe a pinky at least).
More power to ya. :)

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The Census estimates that there are 7,482 people living in poverty in Pierce and St. Croix Counties. And 26 percent of those living in poverty were 18 years of age or younger. Darker zip codes in map indicate poverty is concentrated in the eastern portions of Pierce and St. Croix Counties. A 2010 UW-River Falls survey indicates at least 33 families in Pierce County and 42 in St Croix county experienced homelessness in the previous 12-months. This study estimates that 130 Pierce County and 170 St Croix County households had experienced homelessness in past 5 years. UWRF estimates that more than 1,100 Pierce County and more than 1,400 St. Croix County residents have missed at least one utility bill during the past 12 months because of an inability to pay. More than 700 Pierce County and more than 900 St. Croix County residents are estimated to have missed a rental or mortgage payment during the past twelve months because of an inability to pay.
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In 2007, West CAP, Our Neighbors' Place, Inc. partner, received requests for assistance from 5,247 households with a total of 12,417 individuals. The households not receiving direct program assistance were referred to other appropriate community resources. Of these households, 3,353 (64%) were below 100% of the U.S. poverty threshold. Households headed by a single parent (1,651) accounted for 31% of all households served. Of the families requesting assistance, 147 were homeless and 2,553 were renters. These statistics cover West CAP's service area including all of Barron, Chippewa, Dunn, Pepin, Pierce, Polk and St. Croix counties in western Wisconsin.
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Henry County police are in the third week of searching for a man who robbed a Stockbridge gas station at gunpoint.The robbery took place at approximately 11:30 p.m., Dec. 17, inside the BP gas station at 1080 West Jodeco Road, according to Henry County Police Capt. Jason Bolton. "The suspect was described as a light-skinned, black male, early 20s, and about six feet tall," said Bolton. A clerk at the station had closed the business, and was preparing to leave when the robber came up to him outside the store with a gun, according to Brenda Singleton, an assistant manager, who spoke for the station eventhough she was not at the store during the robbery. "[The suspect] made him [the clerk] come back in," said Singleton. "I don't know how much money was taken, but I do know he took a pack of cigarettes," Singleton told police. No one else was in the gas station at the time of the robbery, added Singleton, and no one was injured. Capt. Bolton said the suspect fled the scene on foot, heading west on Jodeco Road. Police did not release additional details regarding the robbery. Authorities have obtained surveillance video footage of the suspect. Anyone with information on the incident, or the identity of the suspect, is asked to contact Police Detective Donell Minton by phone at (770) 288-8306, by FAX at (770) 288-8239, or via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.com. Jason A. Smith
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Jan 22 2014
Birthday Boy
Today is my beloved's birthday, which means:
1. He is now my age again after two fun-filled weeks of me enjoying my status as the older woman.
2. I am trying desperately to narrow down what I'm going to cook for him for dinner tonight. The stakes are enormous!!!!! And so are the steaks.
3. I wanted to post some of my favorite photos of him through the years.
After all these years, he's still one of my favorite things to look at.
This is Marlboro Man with our baby, taken well before I ever started blogging. Few photos make my heart skip a beat as much as this one. He always carried the kids around with him so effortlessly when they were babies. I can't look at this one for too long.
Todd was so teeny.
This is Marlboro Man when he was a little boy. He lived in the house where he and I live now with our own kids, and when I look at this photo I see my children, I see the man I'm married to, and I see our future grandchildren. It's a glimpse into the past, present, and future.
I love it.
This is Marlboro Man chopping ice on a frozen pond a few years ago. I love it because it reminds me of how hard he works to make sure the animals on the ranch are taken care of.
This is Marlboro Man jumping over the fence while he was working cattle. He was hurrying from one end of the alley to the other, but it doesn't really matter what he was doing. All I know is, his chaps are flying in this photo and that renders me completely unable to speak.
This is Marlboro Man making it all better.
Dads are good like that.
In our family, we express love through wrestling.
In that sense, Marlboro Man is the most loving father (and uncle) in the universe.
I realize almost all of my favorite photos of my husband include our children, too. But after sixteen years of having the kids in our lives, I can't separate the man from the father.
And I don't think he'd want me to.
This is Marlboro Man changing a flat tire.
I love it when he changes flat tires.
This is Marlboro Man demonstrating his ability to take a nap anywhere, anytime, in any place. All he has to do is close his eyes and he's out.
I, on the other hand, need a sleeping mask, a soft faux fur throw, a noise machine, and my pillow propped just right.
This is Marlboro Man putting my nephew Elliot on top of a cow.
I'm not sorry for this, either.
This is one of the relatively few photos of Marlboro Man and me together. It was taken a couple of years ago, and I've always loved it because it reminds me of the day during that trip that Marlboro Man and I skied together, which never happens because he goes on blacks and I won't leave greens because I don't like to fall down, and the ski patrol had to help me down a steep blue that Marlboro Man had tricked me into going on, and when we got to the bottom of the hill and reunited with Marlboro Man, the ski patrol told him, "I was just giving your mom a few pointers—I think she's good to go now!"
Wait. Maybe I don't love this photo at all.
Maybe this photo makes me downright hostile.
Okay. Moving on…
This is Marlboro Man looking ornery.
This is Marlboro Man, looking exactly like our son Todd.
I can't.
I love this one, because it shows Marlboro Man's mouth, which is one of my favorite physical attributes of his.
I can't explain it. I just love his mouth.
It's perfect.
I love this photo, too, because it sums up so many early mornings in our lives.
And maybe I hate it for the same reason.
But of all the photos of Marlboro Man, I think this is the one I love the most. I love it the most, I think, because it's exactly what he looks like. When I close my eyes and think of him, this is what I see.
I see this, too. (But I wouldn't necessarily say that out loud.)
Happy Birthday, Marlboro Man!
Thanks for giving me so much to look at for the last 17 years.
P.S. Thank you to everyone for your sweet birthday wishes for MM. So sweet of you!
1466 Comments and 31 Replies
Donna O. On Thursday, January 23 at 9:32 pm
Happy Belated Birthday, MM!!!
Joan Needham On Thursday, January 23 at 9:54 pm
Ree, I absoultly totally thoroughly enjoyed this post. I had a smile on my face the whole time. It just made me happy and even brought a tear to my eye. What a beautiful family you have! The love and closeness is very evident. Cheers, ; )
Laura Celaya On Thursday, January 23 at 9:56 pm
LOVE IT!! Excellent tribute to a great man, from his wonderful wife!! Thanks for sharing.
Anne O On Friday, January 24 at 1:16 am
What a beautiful tribute to your husband – MM! A tribute to true love.
annie white On Friday, January 24 at 3:35 am
Good looking man! Looks like a great dad, too!
Katie @ The Surly Housewife On Friday, January 24 at 5:59 am
A touching, amazing, and beautiful birthday tribute. Well done Ree. I love seeing a woman with so much respect and admiration for her husband. I may have to steal this idea for my husbands birthday in a couple of weeks. . . . Happy belated birthday MM!!!
Linda H On Friday, January 24 at 6:09 am
Happy Birthday MM … but the REAL birthday gift is to your readers, Ree … thank you for sharing these intimate pictures of your love, your children, your family, you and your life. You can just SEE all the love in them!
charlotte m. On Friday, January 24 at 6:44 am
Thanks for the great pics. Happy Birthday MM. He has the most beautiful eyes! You have such a beautiful family Ree. And I have to say this: When I see men/boys wearing those nasty saggy jeans/pants I tell folks that clearly they don't know how good a guys butt looks in some great fitting jeans like the real cowboys wear. You got yourself one of those for sure! Love me some cowboys!
Teresa R. On Friday, January 24 at 8:14 am
Happy Birthday, MM. What a hard working man, loving father and husband! Thank you for sharing your pictures.
Valerie On Friday, January 24 at 9:07 am
I love this! Thanks for sharing!
Patricia On Friday, January 24 at 9:21 am
Happy Birthday to a really wonderful person.
Barbara Glee On Friday, January 24 at 9:23 am
Happy Birthday MM.
You are nice to look at.
Enjoy your special day.
Joyce in Kentucky On Friday, January 24 at 9:34 am
Happy Birthday Marlboro Man… a few days late… Hope you had a wonderful day!!!
alfagetti On Friday, January 24 at 9:40 am
I love how you love him. He is one lucky Marlboro Man.
Happy Belated Birthday!
Daisy On Friday, January 24 at 10:13 am
What a beautiful collection of photos!! Happy Birthday all month long to both of you.
Keri On Friday, January 24 at 10:20 am
I love how much you love MM and that you aren't afraid to express it all. Happy birthday MM!
Tammy On Friday, January 24 at 10:48 am
Love all the pics of the ranch, your hubby, and kids. Love how everything you do is wrapped around your family and God.
Danita B. On Friday, January 24 at 11:20 am
So Awsome!!! I love how in love you are and the love your family shares!!
SANDRA GOSSAGE On Friday, January 24 at 11:47 am
Happy Birthday, you are a hunk
Nancy On Friday, January 24 at 12:01 pm
Love this! You're in LOVE and it shows. I still look at my hubby this way! Happy B-day to him!
Norma On Friday, January 24 at 12:03 pm
Happy Birthday Marlboro Man! You are one lucky man! May God grant you many more Birthdays!
BLUEFIREFLY On Friday, January 24 at 1:14 pm
HUBBA…….HUBBA……… No need to say anything more!!! LOL
Kathy S On Friday, January 24 at 1:33 pm
You are one lucky lady!!!!
Leslie On Friday, January 24 at 1:41 pm
I love this post. So sweet!!! I especially like the comment about loving MM's lips. I feel the same way about my fiance's lips. They are one of my favorite physical attritibutes of his. I thought I was odd for thinking so.
Alice Johnson On Friday, January 24 at 2:13 pm
Off the subject but how do we get an avatar with our posts?
Kimberly In TN On Wednesday, January 29 at 7:54 pm
Alice not sure if mine shows up but on my computer it does. I signed up for Google blogs years ago and added my avatar then. I still have an account there and use it sometimes to sign in for blog replies.Its such an old photo. Its of my son when he was 2 at Disney World. He is 8 now! Google and ask how to keep an avatar. I think it remembers mine when I put in my email. Here to TRY and help if I can .
Kelli On Friday, January 24 at 2:18 pm
What a great man, husband & dad!!
Leslie Anne @ Fairhope Supply Co. On Friday, January 24 at 2:50 pm
Whoa, Nellie! I think updates on Marlboro Man should become a regular feature!
Happy – Happy to him!
Sue On Friday, January 24 at 3:25 pm
I love your perspective! Sometimes you just have to take a picture from the right angle (lower angle?). TAnd you are correct in the fact that taking pictures of dad holding his babies (nephews, nieces) is very appealing. I always love your pictures, thank you for sharing with us.
Jane Augenstein On Friday, January 24 at 3:48 pm
Happy Birthday Marlboro Man! and many, many more!!!
Leigh Anne On Friday, January 24 at 4:26 pm
Awesome photos! I love your narration. You're so funny. Happy Birthday, Marlboro Man!
Nayar On Friday, January 24 at 5:56 pm
What a beautiful couple, gives me hope in family and good old fashioned values.
Oh and your husband is SO HOT. Sorry, it had to be said!
stpetekathy On Saturday, January 25 at 5:44 am
Thanks for the whole asspect of the MM! He sounds so perfect. thanks Ree and whom ever made the jeans! Absolutely love your cooing show and blog! Keep it up.
Mary D'Anna On Saturday, January 25 at 9:14 am
I've been watching you on Food Network. Just checked out your cookbooks and read the love story about you and your husband. Now, after checking out your blog and FB page, I totally love you and your family!
Rose On Saturday, January 25 at 9:20 am
Happy Birthday!!! God bless your family!
patricia On Saturday, January 25 at 9:26 am
Happy Birthday MM!!!!!!
I wish you many many more, I always said it, baby Todd looks just like you
P.s love your family!!
Backroads Rider, Lynn On Saturday, January 25 at 9:29 am
Happy Birthday to THE man ! You are so lucky to have found a winner!
I know you know that.
Suzette On Saturday, January 25 at 9:31 am
Sweet post! Happy Birthday Marlboro Man!
Shannon G. On Saturday, January 25 at 9:46 am
Hope he had a wonderful birthday!! It's absolutely uncanny how much Bryce and Todd look like him!! WOW!!
Diane D On Saturday, January 25 at 9:55 am
Happy Birthday MM!!!! I love the way you show how you love your man. I feel the same about my man after 38 years. Thanks for sharing the great family photo's. Lovely family.
Suzie Smith On Saturday, January 25 at 10:31 am
Happy Birthday to MM… A suggestion I have is to have more pictures taken of the two of you together. My Jim is no longer with me and my biggest regret is that I have so few pictures of us together. Since I was the one always taking pictures, at least I have a lot of him.
S Smallwood On Saturday, January 25 at 10:44 am
OMG I sleep the same way you do! Especially when it is cold outside.
Prairie Wife On Saturday, January 25 at 10:49 am
This post made me both tear up and laugh at the same time. Watching my husband become a father has taught me to love and appreciate him in ways I never dreamed of. Even after 4 kids, nothing makes me prouder than watching him hold that newborn baby, a symbol of our love, in his arms. And really, is there anything better than a cowboy in chaps and wranglers? Thanks for sharing your love of your husband, and reminding me of mine!
Connie B. On Saturday, January 25 at 2:43 pm
Happy birthday to you both. Thirty nine years ago today I wrangled my own cowboy down the aisle! We share September birthdays, and although his is the 1st and mine is the 8th, I am the oldest by 51 weeks so I share your pain of being the "older" woman! LOL. As a fellow city girl to country transplant I wouldn't change a thing. I, too, swoon when I see my hubby on horseback, especially when he's in the ready ring to run his horse through the barrel pattern. Too bad he doesn't wear chaps for that!
Elli W. On Saturday, January 25 at 3:00 pm
A very Happy belated Birthday Marlboro Man! Thanks for all the info and lessons on ranching.
Ree, thanks for sharing this.
Diane S. in San Diego On Saturday, January 25 at 5:47 pm
Happy Birthday, dear MM!!!
Teryl Thompson On Saturday, January 25 at 6:30 pm
Happy birthday MM! Love all ur pics!! U are a great photographer! My daughter is taking photography in college.
Alycia W On Saturday, January 25 at 7:46 pm
Ree, you continue to inspire me! My girls and I watch your show religiously, if we aren't home it's taping on our DVR. Love all that you do and love the way you share stories both through your show, your blogs, and your website. Thank you for sharing so many wonderful things and your family with your fans as well. Happy Belated Birthday to your man! Many blessings for 2014!
Penny Smart On Saturday, January 25 at 9:30 pm
These photos are really precious Ree. Along side of sharing your memories, I adore your sweet, yet honest, and loving comments. Very touching and truly enjoyable. What a blessing you have been to share your family and yourself with us. Not to mention the many wonderful recipes of yours I have adopted into my cooking . As well as ,many of your hints and tips too. I love your show and you are blessed. Thank you.
Micki from Ohio but in Vegas On Sunday, January 26 at 4:13 am
Happy Birthday, Marlboro Man!
I have never seen someone who adores their spouse the way that you do!! It just gives me hope that there is still love and great relationships out there in our world. I sure pray that he showers you with the love and compliments are genuine worship the way you do him. The two of you are simply precious and so are your children.
I wish nothing but continued success and happiness for you and your family for a lifetime!
Karen F On Sunday, January 26 at 9:40 am
I had tears in my eyes(and a couple on my cheeks) reading about your love for your husband. I am the same way when I see pictures of my husband… A forever love is very rare. You are an inspiration.We have been married 36 years and I still feel the same way I did 37 years ago when we fell in love.Thank you for sharing!
Karen G On Monday, January 27 at 10:32 am
What a sweet tribute to your husband. Thanks for sharing it with the rest of us, too!
Chris On Monday, January 27 at 10:50 am
Ree, I always love the love, joy and wonder you have for husband, as well as his love for his family. He is a rugged cowboy who loves his life. But I am troubled by the use of the "Marlboro Man" title. While I understand that he truly looks like the iconic Marlboro Man, the title holds other meanings. The Marlboro Man was an iconic advertising image conceived in order to sell cigarettes, and sell them they did. The image helped sell millions of cigarettes to young kids who wanted to be like the image of this cowboy. Many of those kids could never break their nicotine addiction and became sicker as they got older, many dying young. Four of the Marlboro Man actors/models have now died from smoking related diseases, the latest in January, 2014. I understand the reasons for his MM title, but perhaps you would prefer to call him the Rugged Cowboy. Or, have your followers come up with another name. The Marlboro Man has too many negative connotations.
Amelia On Monday, January 27 at 12:18 pm
The Marlboro Man is an aesthetic – and Ladd certainly meets that view. Love those chaps! We can appreciate the aesthetic without engaging in the behavior.
The guy who installed my cattle fence wore spurs…I got the vapors.
Thanks, Bree..love your work
terithecook On Monday, January 27 at 1:08 pm
Sorry it's late, but Happy Birthday! I know exactly how you feel about him, because after 25 years my hubby still makes my heart go pitter pat. We're blessed!
HungryinHouston On Tuesday, January 28 at 12:58 pm
Happy Birthday MM! Both of you are so cute an lucky
Kimberly In TN On Wednesday, January 29 at 3:52 am
Happy Birthday Ladd! You are blessed Ree and I don't mind looking at your honey's photos at all. He is a good looking man. Hearing you talk about him being a cowboy and father brought tears. Made me think of my own husband. He isn't a cowboy but has always been a hard working SEXY country boy. It makes my knees weak to think of his strong callused hands gently holding our little boy. I have a special story to tell just how amazing a father my husband is but …hey girl this is your blog,lol. I just want you to know your family ,blog and show have helped me in so many ways at a hard time in my life and I want to thank you.
Kathleen Craig On Wednesday, January 29 at 3:19 pm
Had to laugh at number 1. I'm almost exactly 1 month older than my husband. He NEVER lets me forget it! Hope you guys had great birthdays!
Melissa Adgate On Sunday, February 2 at 9:40 pm
I love watching you on Sunday mornings, before church. Happy Birthday Marlboro Man!
Carol On Monday, February 10 at 11:38 am
I love that you love your husband so much after 17 years. Congratulations on such a wonderful family.
Sandra Trevino On Tuesday, February 11 at 10:55 pm
Happy Birthday from Texas, Marlboro Man!
Shelly Monzo On Saturday, February 15 at 7:18 pm
I received your loving book yesterda and finished it today. I played "Jesu,Joy of Man's Desiring" while I read your wedding chapter. WOW! Love the book and now found your blog. I'm a happy woman.
Patty Farley On Tuesday, February 18 at 8:28 pm
your boys look just like him!! Too Cute on all levels.
Zaakira Ahmed On Friday, March 14 at 6:15 pm
I love your blogs!!! This is incredibly late but, I LOVE the relationship you have with your husband! I really hope to meet you both one day!
PS My brother's birthday is on the 22nd too!!!
Kellie Liming On Friday, April 18 at 4:01 pm
Hi Ree. I love show and your family. Your husband is very handsome as well as your kids. You all are a nice looking family. I love your home too. It amazes me how hard I know you all work yet how easy you all make it look. I know it's not easy but God bless you for being the woman that you are who keeps it all together.
Betty Doherty On Saturday, April 19 at 6:46 pm
You are so blessed to have such a lovely, normal family life. Thanks for giving us a glimpse. The love between you and your husband is so evident and so soft and gentle. Wishing you many, many more years of happiness, with Marlboro man, and with those wonderful kids. You will be a grandmother many times over, more blessings, and I hope we will be able to follow you through all those amazing stages of life.
You are really very young. Enjoy!
doris b On Sunday, April 27 at 2:17 am
i've been married to the same man for over 40 year( teen sweethearts) .i also have pictures of my oklahoma cowboy and understand the sight of the chaps flying and the jeans . even now they make me stare at them . we're lucky women!


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Clinical Social Work/Therapist, LCSW
"My focus is to provide individual therapy and counseling to adolescents and adults in a safe environment that is judgment free. My areas of specialty include Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, trauma, anger management, grief/loss, self esteem, relationship issues, and teen pregnancy. I utilize a variety of therapeutic techniques including Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, Narrative, Eclectic, and Solution Focused Therapy with a strengths based perspective and client-centered approach. I believe that the therapeutic process is guided by the Individual and the presenting problem.
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"Over the past twenty years as a social worker, I've worked with various challenging issues. My experience includes working with sexual abuse; the criminal justice system; hospice/bereavement; substance abuse; sexual addiction treatment; and Military/Veteran psychological health post-deployment. Trauma has been a recurrent theme in all the work I've done. Because of the trauma work I've done over the past twenty years, I have a special interest in working with this and the surrounding issues (PTSD, sexual abuse, attachment traumas, traumatic loss and grief, deployment and combat, addiction, sexual compulsions, marital & relationship problems).
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Pamela Chrisman
Psychiatric Nurse, APRN
"I found my love for helping children with behavioral and emotional difficulties during the time I spent working as an RN at a children's inpatient unit. It was so rewarding seeing the positive change that could be brought about in a child's life. Children are so resilient. As an outpatient advanced practice registered nurse (APRN) working at Acadian Care I love meeting families and getting to know children. Children with behavioral issues many times benefit from focused attention to give them the tools they need to succeed. Children want to please, we just have to show them how.
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The Social Media Classroom, a browser-based, free and open source environment for teaching and learning, grew directly out of the first minutes I stepped into a physical classroom and began to realize that I needed to readjust my assumptions about students, classrooms, and educational media. Five years ago, when I began to teach at Stanford and UC Berkeley, two places where I had expected web-based media to have permeated the classrooms, I was surprised to see blank looks on so many faces when I announced that students should start their personal blogging and wiki collaborations.
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An interesting aspect of Twitter's recent surge in popularity has been how educators have embraced the technology, not just for networking and personal communication, but also in the classroom. Many teachers have found Twitter to be a helpful tool for accessing the backchannel—the discussion students are having about what is going on in the classroom—in real time. In a recent Chronicle of Higher Education article, Jeffrey R. Young interviewed two teachers who use Twitter in large lecture courses, projecting students' Twitter posts in the classroom live. Experiments like these frighten many instructors.
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Earlier this year, we issued a call for proposals for panels and presentations for the first Digital Media and Learning Conference, an annual event supported by the MacArthur Foundation and organized by the Digital Media and Learning Hub at University of California, Irvine. I was honored to be asked to be this year's conference chair. Our initial theme is "Diversifying Participation." Here's some of the language we used in formulating that theme: "A growing body of research has identified how young people's digital media use is tied to basic social and cultural competencies needed for full participation in contemporary society. We continue to develop an understanding of the impact of these experiences on learning, civic engagement, professional development, and ethical comprehension of the digital world. Yet research has also suggested that young people's forms of participation with new media are incredibly diverse, and that risks, opportunities, and competencies are spread unevenly


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July 2011 saw the devastating death of Cy Twombly, an artist who had received great critical acclaim throughout his lengthy career. Born in Virginia, USA in 1928, he became part of the thriving New York art scene when he moved there in 1950. Shortly after, he joined his friend and peer, the renowned artist Robert Rauschenberg, at the infamous Black Mountain College in North Carolina. Here, through the liberal teachings and guidance that the college offered, Twombly was encouraged to explore his artistic practice. He eventually relocated to Rome and established a studio there in the mid 1950s, but continued to travel back and forth to the States.
His first solo exhibition at the Leo Castelli Gallery in New York City in 1960 was his first step towards establishing his artistic career. He continued to exhibit regularly around the world until his death, and became a corner stone of the Gagosian stable when the gallery was established in the 1980s. Important recent surveys include a retrospective at Tate Modern, London in June 2008, with subsequent versions at the Guggenheim Bilbao and the Museum of Modern Art in Rome in 2009.
"This new commemorative exhibition simultaneously explores Twombly's last eight paintings, completed before his death in July last year"
Split into two halves, this new commemorative exhibition simultaneously explores Twombly's last eight paintings, completed before his death in July last year, and, through a series of 66 photographs taken between 1954 and 2011, his lesser-known practice as a photographer. Known world-wide for his work as a predominantly abstract painter, this series of his final paintings are, despite his impending death, energetic and colourful, featuring his characteristic, free-flowing hand-writing style gestures. In contrast, the series of photographs present an exclusive and intimate insight into the life and vision of the artist. Marking the first time that this aspect of Twombly's oeuvre has been presented in such depth in the U.K., the works feature every day objects including studio impressions, landscapes and flowers.
This exhibition at Gagosian Britannia Street running until September 29, is the London leg of the touring show, which has previously visited Gagosian outposts in Los Angeles and Hong Kong, and will continue to their New York space later this year.
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In his LP Field debut, Eric Church wasted no time elevating the vibe Saturday night, and the crowd loved it.
This is my first time playing at LP Field, Church told the crowd midway through his opening song "Drink in My Hand" –- his first No. 1 single.
"Here's what that means," he said. "That means I am going to give you every ounce of everything I have, as long as you will give me every ounce of everything you have.
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He sang a few words from the chorus and then fell silent. The crowd responded on cue, taking their part in the sing-along and screaming "All you got to do is put a drink in my hand."
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