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The victim said Houser deserves more time in jail.
YOUNGSTOWN — Jamar Houser, a suspect in a murder case, has been ordered to serve 90 days in the Mahoning County jail on unrelated charges of disorderly conduct and criminal damaging.
Houser, 19, appeared before Judge Elizabeth Kobly of Youngstown Municipal Court.
He also is charged with the murder of Angeline Fimognari, 80, of Sheridan Road, in the parking lot of St. Dominic Church on the South Side on Jan. 23.
The jail time Houser received Thursday resulted from an altercation Houser had with Jaa'Bone Kennedy, 58, of Indianola Avenue, before the shooting in the church parking lot took place.
Kennedy, who lives near Houser, said he was walking near Houser's home in August 2009 when words were exchanged, and Houser threatened to do him bodily harm.
Kennedy and Houser began fighting. Kennedy said he was jumped by a group of Houser's family and friends. He told the court that he believed Houser was reaching for a gun at one point and that he would be shot.
Kennedy brought his bloodied clothes and broken glasses to the court to demonstrate how badly he was beaten. He told the judge he still has outstanding medical bills.
"I was minding my own business when I was attacked," he said. "I don't know why they attacked me."
Houser, before the hearing, reached a plea agreement with prosecutors amending his assault charge to disorderly conduct. He then pleaded no contest to the disorderly-conduct and criminal-damaging charges, and the judge found him guilty.
When asked by the judge if he had anything to say regarding the situation, Houser simply said, "No, ma'am."
Judge Kobly made it clear that Houser would be spending some time in jail for the two offenses.
"In my courtroom, if you act like an animal, you are going to be locked in a cage," she said.
The judge could have sentenced Houser to up to 120 days in jail and fined him up to $950. She gave him the 90-day jail sentence and fined him $140 plus payment of any outstanding medical bills owed by Kennedy.
Kennedy said he is happy to see the matter come before the court, but he believes Houser should have received more jail time for the altercation.
Houser has yet to be indicted on the murder charge.
Frances Cianciola, 42, Houser's mother, was in the courtroom in support of her son. She is free on $100,000 bond after police say she tried to intimidate a witness against her son in the Fimognari murder case. Cianciola and Houser mouthed words to each other during the hearing, and the mother often smiled at her son.
John Houser, 46, Houser's father, also is charged with felony retaliation and remains in the county jail with bond set at $250,000.
What a POS Mr. Houser is. Such a fine example of what's wrong in the Y-town among the black community with no family moral values present anywhere.
One has to wonder why the prosecutors agreed to this plea agreement knowing his violance history? When are they gonna do the right thing for the people of Youngstown?
Thank you DJcolon. Well said. Before Union casts dispersions on an entire race, he should become more informed. Did you know the author of this article is black? Yep...the best writer on this entire site. Look at the difference between his writing, and the writings of others...his story is complete...doesn't leave you asking questions...
Is he terrible too?
This animal should be kept in prison for life.
mother in court out on 100k bond how do these people get there bond money
Unless they have some solid evidence against Jamar Houser on the Fimognari murder he may be a free man after the ninety days that he was given .
Let's not waste anymore time on this piece of $#!t. Skip the trial-FRY HIS ASS!
They should castrate him as part of his sentence. Obviously there is a genetic defect in the family and it's a vicious cycle that's going to be repeated. Look at the parents of this man, and how they raised him. What an example! Given the chance to procreate he will end up raising the spitting image of himself to repeat his actions 20 years down the road. Having a child and raising them to be an asset to society is a responsibility that obviously these people have failed at.
It is time for the justice system to do us all a favor and keep this family in prison. These people are criminals and are not going to change and become credits to society. They have no morals.
These people may be criminals by our standards but our courts dance to the beat of another drummer . Will our system give them all another chance ? I would bet on it .
"Cianciola and Houser mouthed words to each other during the hearing, and the mother often smiled at her son."
Yep, the family that preys together stays together !
PREY : as in to prey upon others . Not to be confused with pray as in praying to God .
The court system better not fail in this case. These people are not ment to live amoung society.
I'm already feeling that the system is failing, Mom is out on bond? Without any "visible" means of employment she was able to post bond? It's the same old, same old.


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Posted byAlison Aten on 15 Nov 2013 | Tagged as: Asian American, Civil War, History, Immigration, Videos
Starting at 7 pm this Sunday, November 19th on tpt's Minnesota Channel,
a night of great programming featuring MNHS co-productions with tpt!
7:00 pm Broadcast premiere of Minnesota in the '70s
7:30 pm Special rebroadcast of Emmy-winning film, Asian Flavors
8:00 pm Broadcast premier of Minnesota & the Civil War Showcase
Where to Watch tpt MN:
Over the Air-Channel 2-2
Comcast-Channel 202 (Mpls)/Channel 243 (St. Paul)
Mediacom- Channel 102
Midcontinent Comm- Channel 15
DirectTV-Channel 17-2
Posted byAlison Aten on 01 Oct 2013 | Tagged as: Arts, Asian American, Awards, Cooking, Food, History, Immigration, MHS press
Our Asian Flavors documentary, co-produced with tptMN, won the 2013 Upper Midwest Regional Emmy® Award from the Upper Midwest Chapter of the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences (NATAS) in the Cultural Documentary category.
Inspired by the book Asian Flavors: Changing the Tastes of Minnesota since 1875 by Phyllis Louise Harris with Raghavan Iyer, this thirty-minute documentary celebrates Asian immigrants who have left an indelible and flavorful mark on Minnesota's culinary, cultural, and economic history.
Congratulations to a winning team!
The Asian Flavors team:
Daniel Pierce Bergin, Producer/Director
Angela Barrett, Production Assistant
Fanique Weeks-Kelley, Production Manager
Jim Kron, Director of Photography
Jerry Lakso, Online Editor
Bob Tracy, Executive in Charge
Pamela McClanahan, Project Consultant
Phyllis Louise Harris, Co-writer/Project Consultant
Raghavan Iyer, Presenter
Shari Lamke, Senior Director-Supervising Producer
Lucy Swift, Vice President, MN Productions & Partnerships
Terry O'Reilly, Chief Content Officer
Posted byAlison Aten on 13 May 2013 | Tagged as: Asian American, Cooking, History, Immigration, Videos
Food, tradition, and culture make a home. Inspired by the book Asian Flavors: Changing the Tastes of Minnesota since 1875 by Phyllis Louise Harris with Raghavan Iyer, a new thirty minute documentary co-produced by the Minnesota Historical Society Press and Twin Cities Public Television's Minnesota Productions & Partnerships (tpt MN) celebrates Asian immigrants who have left an indelible and flavorful mark on Minnesota's culinary, cultural, and economic history.
It's hard to believe there was a time when you couldn't go out for Chinese food in Minnesota, but there was—until brothers and entrepreneurs Woo Yee Sing and Woo Du Sing opened their Canton restaurant (later called "John's Place") in Minneapolis in 1883.
Culinary educator, chef, author, consultant and co-founder with Phyllis Louise Harris of the Asian Culinary Arts Institutes, Ltd., Raghavan Iyer narrates this documentary highlighting the exciting history and array of Asian food in Minnesota.
Profiles and interviews with chefs, restaurant owners, business owners, and culinary professionals include Supenn Harrison, founder of Sawatdee; Reiko Weston of Fuji Ya; Mhonpaj Lee and her mother May Yia Lee, operators of Mhonpaj's Garden; Ann Kim of Pizzeria Lola; Thom Pham; and Harry Singh.
Food connects homes left behind with where we live today. Asian Flavors is the story of adventurous people who made the arduous journey halfway around the world to live in Minnesota, fleeing oppression and persecution or in search of jobs and education, and who created new homes through food. Many cooks sought not only to make a living but also to preserve the memory of their homeland through the dishes set before family and patrons alike, to the great benefit of diners in the Twin Cities metro area.
Asian flavors have changed Minnesota's tastes, just as the many, wide-ranging Asian cultural groups have reshaped the state's history, culture, and communities.
The tpt broadcast schedule is as follows:
Premiere: Sunday May 26, 2013 at 7:00 p.m. on tpt's Minnesota Channel (tpt MN)
Encore Broadcasts: Sunday, June 2, 2013 at 1:00 AM, 7:00 AM and 1:00 PM on tpt MN
About tpt's Minnesota Productions & Partnerships
TPT's Minnesota Productions & Partnerships (tpt MN) is the local production division of Twin Cities Public Television (tpt), the PBS affiliate for Minneapolis/St. Paul. TPT MN partners with local non-profit, educational, governmental, and public service organizations to reach broader audiences throughout Minnesota. These partnership programs educate and inspire Minnesotans on important issues using tpt's distinctive storytelling skills, television and multimedia resources. Since its inception in 2003, tpt MN has created nearly 700 television programs and over 200 multimedia projects in partnership with over 235 non-profit and public service organizations. To view past tpt productions, visit www.mnvideovault.org.
To learn more about tpt MN, connect with them on Twitter and Facebook, or visit their website at www.tptMN.org.
Posted byAlison Aten on 28 Feb 2013 | Tagged as: Asian American, Authors, Immigration, Literary, Videos
Ka Vang is a poet, spoken word artist, playwright, and community activist. We are pleased to release her provocative essay The Good Hmong Girl Eats Raw Laab, available as an e-book short for just 99 cents. The e-short is one of our new MHS Express titles.
The piece examines the social and cultural implications of "a good Hmong girl" by addressing these issues: "What does it mean to be a good Hmong girl? Who defines the good Hmong girl? Who practices it and enforces the rules? What are the rewards and consequences for the Hmong girl and her family if she is not a good Hmong girl? Would Hmong culture be diminished if there were no more good Hmong girls left?"
Ka has been busy! She was recently featured on MNOriginal, Twin Cities Public Television's award-winning weekly arts series celebrating Minnesota's creative community, and her new book, Shoua and the Northern Lights Dragon, produced with the Minnesota Humanities Council and the Council on Asian Pacific Minnesotans, is now available.
Posted byAlison Aten on 14 Dec 2012 | Tagged as: Asian American
The flavors of China, the Philippine Islands, Japan, the Hmong community, Cambodia, Thailand, India, Sri Lanka, Vietnam, Korea, Indonesia, Malaysia and the Himalayan Mountains are all represented in Asian Flavors: Changing the Tastes of Minnesota Since 1875 by Phyllis Louise Harris with Raghavan Iyer.
Meet the authors tomorrow, Saturday, December 15, here at the Minnesota History Center when they sign copies of their book in Cafe Minnesota from 11 am to 1 pm. The lavishly illustrated book makes a great gift!
Test your knowledge of Asian restaurants in Minnesota and take Laura Yuen's quiz based on the book over on MPR's The Cities blog.
Posted byAlison Aten on 08 Nov 2012 | Tagged as: Asian American, Food, Immigration
Asian Flavors: Changing the Tastes of Minnesota Since 1875 by Phyllis Louise Harris with Raghavan Iyer is a culinary tour of the cuisines of Asia as they have appeared on Minnesota tables over the decades, the distinctive flavors of faraway homes with a midwestern twist.
The book includes interviews with chefs, farmers, and food business owners, and of course treasured recipes. Here's an excerpt from the book and a recipe from Geoff King of Scratch Food Truck. King was a sous chef at the short-lived Filipino restaurant Subo, in Minneapolis.
"The sous chef at Subo also had a Filipino background and did not want his favorite food to die with the restaurant. So in August 2011, Geoff King opened Scratch, one of the growing number of food trucks in the Twin Cities offering a variety of street food. Trained in classic cooking at the New England Culinary Institute in Vermont, Geoff wanted to find a way to offer Minnesotans some of the wonderful food he grew up with—his mom's home cooking. He and wife Aimee developed a small menu of lunch items drawing on Filipino classics and incorporating some of the ingredients from the islands. Pork egg rolls, tofu lettuce wraps, coconut braised chicken, pork and shrimp sandwiches, and sesame beef sandwiches fill the short menu with foods that celebrate the islands and offer just a taste of Geoff's favorite cooking. The tofu lettuce wraps won Geoff an award for best Food Truck Food in 2011, even though his was the newest food truck in the competition."
Chicken Adobo/Adobong Manok
Geoff King
Serves 4–6
1 1/2 cups sugar cane vinegar
1 cup coconut milk
1/2 cup soy sauce
10 cloves garlic, peeled
3 bay leaves
1 1/2 teaspoons peppercorns or coarsely ground black pepper
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 whole star anise
1 (3 1/2-pound) whole chicken, quartered and cut into pieces
cooked rice
1. In a large bowl, combine all of the marinade ingredients. Add the chicken pieces, cover, and marinate in the refrigerator for 1 hour or overnight.
2. In a heavy-bottomed pot, heat the chicken and marinade over high heat. Bring to a boil, reduce the heat, and simmer on low until the chicken is tender and sauce is reduced by about half, 40 to 45 minutes.
3. Remove the bay leaves and star anise, and serve hot with rice.
Posted byAlison Aten on 10 Jan 2012 | Tagged as: Asian American, Event, Fiction, Literary, MHS press, Native American, Scandinavian Studies
Tomorrow night begins the eighteenth annual Fireside Reading Series hosted by the Friends of the St. Paul Public Library at the Hamline Midway Library. The series features six weeks of readings by acclaimed Minnesota authors.
The events kick off with historian Larry Millet and the latest in his renowned mystery series, The Magic Bullet: A Locked Room Mystery Featuring Shadwell Rafferty and Sherlock Holmes, and conclude on February 18 with Diane Wilson, author of Beloved Child: A Dakota Way of Life.
Posted bypennefesm on 17 May 2011 | Tagged as: Asian American, Event
Guest post by Sherri Gebert-Fuller, author of Chinese in Minnesota
One of the greatest rewards of working on the MHS Press book Chinese in Minnesota was meeting so many wonderful people in the Chinese American community. But that reward also posed a challenge: how does one write about the history of a community and share the accomplishments of a multitude of individuals in an eighty-page book? The answer? It's impossible.
That is why I was pleased to learn about a new project being funded in part by the Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund called "100 Years of Chinese American History in Minnesota from 1911 to 2011: A Story from Within." This effort is being led by the Minnesota Chinese Cultural Services Center and several other Chinese organizations in the Twin Cities.
The project's inspiration? A 2010 Mother's Day dinner. Attendees honoring their mothers realized that their parents and members of the Chinese community had some pretty amazing stories that needed to be documented and shared. It was time to, as project curator Ange Hwang describes it, "pick up the torch."
Once the idea for the project was planted, Ms. Hwang set out to determine what kind of documentation about Minnesota's Chinese community already existed. She conducted research at the Minnesota Historical Society and became familiar with the work of Professor Erika Lee, University of Minnesota, and Weiming Lu, a distinguished urban planner and longtime Twin Cities leader. Ms. Hwang concluded that the project should focus on capturing stories and photos featuring Chinese American history from 1970 to 2010 while emphasizing how events in China, such as the June 4 Tiananmen Massacre, affected the Chinese community in Minnesota.
Fifteen leaders in the Chinese American community have been interviewed for the project. Individuals represented have advanced the study of science and technology at the University of Minnesota and Mayo Clinic, established Chinese language programs throughout the state, and contributed to Minnesota's rich arts scene. The "100 Years of Chinese American History" project also includes a photo and audio/video exhibition as well as an educational package for schools and organizations. The exhibit is on display, first, at the St. Paul Landmark Center through June 11 and, second, at the Burnsville Performing Arts Center, June 16 through July 16.
Several events are planned around the project. To learn more, read this Asian American Press article, visit the Republic of China Centennial Celebration Commission of Minnesota website, or call 651-733-9827.
Posted byregana on 03 Mar 2011 | Tagged as: Asian American, History, Immigration
The current issue of Asian American Press features an article about a fine and important Minnesota book: Born into War: One Man's Journey from War-Torn Vietnam to Make a Home in Minnesota, by Connie Fortin as told by Trong Nguyen.
Several years ago in a Hamel, Minnesota, restaurant, Nguyen asked a customer whom he barely knew to take on the task of turning his memories into a book—and Connie Fortin agreed, much to her own surprise. The resulting story features drama, pain, suspense, hard work, luck, love, and success, all told in Trong's voice and illustrated with family photos from Vietnam and America. It also offers readers a chance to share the experiences of a refugee, to marvel at his accomplishments, and to follow his return to Vietnam to seek out the remains of his father, who was killed by the Viet Cong in a jungle camp.
The book, published by North Star Press of St. Cloud, is available online and at the Minnesota History Center Museum Store.
Posted byAlison Aten on 13 Sep 2010 | Tagged as: Asian American, Authors, History, Immigration, MHS Author in the News, MHS press
A piece by Jim Ragsdale published in last week's Pioneer Press titled "The Hmong in St. Paul" profiles Paul Hillmer, author of A People's History of the Hmong. Ragsdale writes, "the Hmong story is the American immigrant story on fast-forward, happening in our backyard, and likely to happen again."
While Hillmer's book is a look at the political and cultural history of the Hmong, for a literal taste of Hmong culture, head on over to Hmongtown in St. Paul. Located at Como Avenue and Marion Street, the indoor-outdoor venue features a farmers market, "food court," Hmong arts and crafts, videos, health and beauty items, jewelry, clothing, and over two hundred vendors.

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VIP Fellows Make the Difference
We serve. We lead. We get things done. We are VIP.
The recent economic downturn hit communities hard – especially nonprofits and other service-providers that are most needed in times of trouble. Supports that were once provided gave way to cost cutting and other priorities. Assistance decreased. Service decreased. But community needs increased exponentially.
Through the Volunteer Infrastructure Project (VIP), teams of AmeriCorps members are placed in communities to provide infrastructure support for volunteer programs in service organizations across California, which include non-profit and educational organizations.
VIP Fellows are AmeriCorps members who make a real difference. Through 1700 hours of service, they are building the systems necessary for organizations to have volunteer programs for years to come, ensuring that services can continue to those most in-need. Fellows work "behind the scenes" of service, allowing volunteers to take part in necessary programs, and ensuring that the community's needs are met.
Kalvin Wigfall is a 2nd year Fellow helping and working with the Public Safety Office and works with the D.A.R.T. Program.


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Le'Ron De'Mar McClain (twitter: @LeRon_McClain33)
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Born: December 27, 1984 in Fort Wayne, IN
High School: Tuscaloosa Co.
College: Alabama (school history) (McClain college stats)
Drafted by the Baltimore Ravens in the 4th round (137th overall) of the 2007 NFL Draft.
Weighted Career AV (100-95-...): 12 (6581st overall since 1950)
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Jaanus Uudmae
Highly recruited internationally, Uudmae is expected to be among the best in the Missouri Valley Conference in the long jump and triple jump despite his true freshman status.
Background: He has already set personal bests of 24 feet, five inches in the long jump and 52 feet, six inches in the triple jump in prep competition, which would have qualified him for NCAA Nationals last year.
Personal: Father won gold medal in the 1980 Olympics and mother was a long jumper on the Estonian national team.
Wright on Uudmae: ?We are really looking forward to seeing him. He has jumped past the NCAA qualifying standards in the long jump and triple jump as a freshman. He may be my best-ever recruit.??
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Always a man of mystery, M.F. Doom has a long history of rhyming under different names and aliases, and subsequently releasing different albums with many different record labels. Having worked with many of the top indie imprints in the biz, including Fondle 'Em, Stones Throw, and Rhymesayers, this time Doom is found back at Lex Records, where he recorded his Danger Doom collaborative record with a mouse named Brian Burton. But there's no "Danger" this time around, or even an "M.F.", he's simply just Doom, with Born Like This.
Changing the blueprint from album to album, Born Like This once again scraps any pre-concieved notions of what to expect from the record, by this time enlisting several different producers to help animate his unique rhyme style. While many of his other records have either been entirely produced by him, or collaborations with one producer (Danger Mouse, Madlib), this time the production palate is varied. He starts things off with a loose-knit Dilla tribute on "Gazzillion Ear", a track that digs up three lost beats from the late producer, as Doom recites his lyrics as if Dilla is still here, catching himself mid-verse. Later, another Dilla "Donut" is employed, as "Lightworks" finally gets a fitting rhyme tribute, while Stones Throw frontman Madlib gets dark and jazzy on "Absolutely", evoking early his Alkaholiks / Lootpack style.
While these collabos are to be expected, Doom breaks the mold a bit bringing some new artists into his world. The ties to Wu-Tang Clan get even tighter, as both Raekwon and Ghostface make appearances in separate places on the record with vivid tales of criminology on "Yessir" and "Angelz". Underrated Seattle based producer Jake One also helps out with his brand of raw boom bap, as Doom weaves his usual style of cadence driven rhymes on each "Ballskin", "Microwave Mayo", "Rap Ambush" and "More Rhymin'.
The brooding "Cellz" is built around the album's title, which is derived from 60′s era poet Charles Bukowski, as the poet himself reads pieces of his composition, setting up Doom's rhyme that builds upon the topic. On the lighter side of things, "Batty Boys" finds the Super-villain lambasting his homosexual superhero enemies, painting all-too-vivid pictures of the dynamic duo hand-cuffed to each other naked. While homophobia in hip-hop is nothing new, it was a bit surprising to find something like this on a 2009 release.
Other negatives on the album are instead owed to his collaborators. While Slug absolutely murders his verse on "Supervillainz", Kurious does little to inspire any excitement for his forthcoming Doom-produced sophomore LP. Meanwhile, the random "Still Dope", featuring a solo performance from Empress Starhh Tha Femcee, seems a bit out of place.
There's no real method to Doom's madness here, he is a natural at his craft. One can't really categorize the songs on this record, as this is the forgotten art of hip-hop in it's rawest form, and it's also good. One thing is for sure, this is what Doom was born to do. – D.T. Swinga
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By Ed Sheahin, Contributing writer
LANDOVER, MD. - As New Orleans Saints kicker Garrett Hartley lined up for the winning field-goal attempt to give the visitors a 33-30 overtime victory Sunday, there was a sense it would be a clean swipe, right down the middle.
There was no way Hartley would pull a Shaun Suisham and push a game-clinching field goal to the right, right?
Not when things are going so well for the Saints, and so poorly for the Washington Redskins (3-9).
"I feel so sick standing up here as the losing coach again." Redskins Coach Jim Zorn said. "They (Saints) maintained their composure despite being down. They kept moving the ball down the field, and we couldn't stop them."
Hartley nailed the 18-yard kick, leaving Redskins fans to reflect on what might have been.
There was the bitter 7-6 loss to Dallas two weeks ago. A game the Redskins dominated for 57 minutes but found a way to lose.
Then there was the Philadelphia game last weekend. The Redskins had an eight-point lead in the fourth quarter, and they allowed the Eagles to rally for a victory.
But the manner in which they lost to the Saints could befuddle the minds Washington fans.
"I don't care about the stats we put up against an 11-0 team. You can have all the stats in the world, but if you lose, it hurts all the same, " Redskins rookie linebacker Brian Orakpo said.
Up 17-10 late in the second quarter, the Redskins forced the Saints to punt deep in their own territory. Saints punter Thomas Morstead shanked a 29-yard punt that bounced off the shoulder of Redskins rookie cornerback Kevin Barnes. The Saints recovered the muffed punt in Redskins territory with 1:33 to go in the half.
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Saints quarterback Drew Brees quickly tried to capitalize, but his pass was picked off by Redskins safety Kareem Moore. Moore jumped over tight end Jeremy Shockey to catch the ball, got up and scrambled up field, but Saints receiver Robert Meachem wrestled the ball away from Moore and raced 44 yards to tie the score at 17 at halftime.
"It (stripping the ball) is something we've worked on since OTAs, " Meachem said. "We try to turn a negative play into a positive."
Haynesworth hurting: Redskins defensive tackle Albert Haynesworth aggravated an ankle injury that kept him out of the past two games.
After the game Haynesworth said, "I just turned it again. I will be OK."
Twice burned: Safety LaRon Landry, who played at LSU, was beaten twice on long scoring passes.
"It was something we talked about in practice, " Meachem said. "We knew they were aggressive and the double move would work."
Quick hits:
- Redskins receiver Devin Thomas had a career-high 100 yards receiving and two touchdowns.
- Quarterback Jason Campbell threw for 362 yards, a personal best. Last season against the Saints, Campbell threw for 321 yards, his third-highest total.


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Released: Feb 01st, 1995
Running Time: 60
Director: Vince Benedetti
Company: Gotham Gold Video
Cast: Mistress Kembra, Scott Baker, Christy Bates
Critical Rating: Not Yet Rated
Genre: Specialty
Scott Baker is a perverse businessman in more trouble than the residents of Jonestown on Grape Kool Aid Day. In addition to sexually harassing employee Christy Bates, he's also been caught peeking at his other female co-workers on the toilet, stealing their tennis shoes and hiring prostitutes to put makeup on him. It's up to Mistress Kembra, a union executive (uh huh, next week she'll be the mayor) to reprimand him. She and Christy restrain him with ropes and go the paddle-and-clothespins domination route. They enforce some unique humiliation; he barks like a dog, snuffles like a pig and croons a medley of old standards before being allowed to buty his face in Christy's blonde pussy as his reward.
Heavier on domination than bondage, there are enough funny/strange moments to warrant a recommendation.


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Hey Guys!
My first post. I joined to gain real advice.
I have a glock 19. Ordering a raven holster, and double mag holster.
I have the option to carry in 2 setups:
glock 19 plus 3 mags
glock 19 + 1 glock 19 mag and 2 x glock 17 mags.
is it worth it carrying glock 17 mags to gain the extra rounds?
Are there any issues with doing so that I have not predicted?
I am only worried that I could forget I have extra ammo, since the my first one is 15 rounds only. But more ammo is good? right? lol. Will it be a comfort issue? grip issue?
thank you for your advice!


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Some may be familiar with the old saying 'Use it up, make it do, wear it out or go without.' Over the years, this has proven to be excellent advice. It helps to avoid impulse buying, one of the biggest pitfalls of thrifty fashion shopping.
How many times have we gone to the store looking for one new pair of shorts, and walked by a sale that really attracted our attention. We all have a tendency to stop and look through the selections, and almost invariably find something that looks too good to be true at a price too good to pass up. It may not match anything we own, it may not fit exactly right, it may not be comfortable to wear, but it was 80% off on clearance!
Most of us make grocery lists when we go to the supermarket to do our weekly shopping. It's a good idea to make shopping lists when shopping for apparel and accessories – and stick to them. If we go with the intent of buying one pair of shorts, we have to make ourselves walk by all those alluring sales of items we really don't need. Whenever possible, avoid impulse buying and use it up, make it do, wear it out or go without
- Avoid impulse buying.
- Shop with a well thought out list.
- Compare sales and specials before leaving home. Check this column, department store websites and local newspapers for weekly sales and specials.
- Keep receipts in case you need to return items.
- Never remove tags until you are sure you will keep the item. Try it on in the store whenever possible to save a trip.
- Do not buy what you do not need.
- If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Has the price been raised to create a BOGO sale? If the 'free' giveaway really free?
- Use coupons and shopping passes whenever possible. Some stores, such\h as Walmart, accept coupons from other stores and both Academy Sports + Outdoors and Dick's Sporting Goods will match lower prices found elsewhere.
- Use department store credit cards cautiously. Pay them in full each month, if at all possible.
- You may save or get a single-time special offer by applying for a store credit card
- Ask if a flawed item might be discounted. Check buttons, seams and zippers, Look for dirt or marks on clothing before buying
- Do not shop on a whim – plan your trip before leaving home.
- Shop out of season and end-of-season for the lowest prices.
- Always ask about military and other discounts.
- Use Reward Points, store 'cash,' and other store credits. If you stick these in your shopping bag, they are easy to throw away. Keep them in your wallet like cash.
- Seniors take advantage of senior discount days. Check your favorite stores to be sure which day offers senior a discount.
- Look through consignment shops for incredible buys.
- Check out local thrift shops for thrifty fashion finds.
- Watch for neighborhood rummage sales, garage sales, and tag sales on weekends.
As always, happy thrifty fashion shopping~


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Green-News: Friday 11.7.08
- That's an axolotl. It's a salamander! Part of Aztec legend and diet, water monsters are now in danger. Invasive species, like African tilapia, and Mexico's polluted canals THREATEN their survival; the Associated Press reports.
- Norwegian lemmings are also at risk. As temperatures heat up, snow is not stable enough to provide them adequate shelter during the winter. Less lemmings mean predators, like foxes and owls, are in trouble too; BBC explains.
- Lots of amphibians are turning up deformed, with extra limbs and the inability to reproduce. Scientists are worried. Animals like frogs and salamanders are indicator species for the health of the environment; via LiveScience.
- Japanese scientists have cloned a mouse. Here's the kicker. They used a cell that had been DEAD for 16 years! And mice are only the beginning. Scientists are eyeing a bigger prize, resurrecting the mammoth; the AFP reports.
- Speaking of bringing things back, steam power is making a return. The British have issued a steam car challenge. Design a viable automobile that runs on steam and set a new land speed record; from TreeHugger.
- Good idea! Especially since methane gas emissions are making a comeback, researchers reveal methane gas levels SHOT up in 2007, this after a steady period, about a decade, where atmospheric gases held stable; via ENN.


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Publications: Nader, Walton v. Arizona: The Confusion Surrounding the Sentencing of Capital Defendants Continues, 40 Cath. U. L. Rev. 475 (1991).
Clerkships: Law clerk to The Honorable F.P. Kimberly McFaddden of the Court of Common Pleas of Northampton County, Third Judicial District of Pennsylvania from 1992-1993; Judicial law clerk for the State of Connecticut Judicial Department from 1994-1996.
Community Involvement: Town of Groton Town Council, 1995-1999; Town of Groton, Representative Town Meeting, 2003 to 2008; Town of Groton, Charter Revision Commission between 1995-1997.


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CivCity Rome
Requires cd
After installation when i click start the game it says it require a cd.
I cant play the game because of this.
It never ask for the activation code.
The game was built to work on Windows XP and/or Vista. I would suggest trying running the main .exe that the shortcut points to in compatibility mode for Windows XP Service Pack 2 or 3, and then if needed try Vista. You find the main .exe or it and the launchers main exe and right click, select Properties, find and select the Compatibility tab and pick Windows XP Service Pack 2 to start or the OS you need from there. Disabling Visual Themes and Desktop Composition are always worth a try on older games as well.
Just in case you have not, go into your Gamersgate, My Library, My Games, and select CivCity Rome and check at the bottom of the page if there are any Gamersgate listed patches for download. Check both games and details tab. Lots of Gamersgate Games require a specific Gamersgate patch to work on their version.
Ok, another common possibility is that this game autopatched with a downloadable patch. Often the patches via download are not made to work with Gamersgate versions. Youll have to check on that, which is why I mention the first part.
Finally, you might solve it via what CISphil says. That would require a patch that they say works on all versions, specifically all digital versions. If it removes the CD check and the DRM, thats hopeful, but it still might not work with a Gamersgate or Digitally downloaded version. Also note that not every Digitally downloaded version has to be equal to everyone else. In the early days the various digital versions were not equivalent and could require different patches.
From what I can tell, this is probably a version that was at first offered on Direct2play. So if the 1.1 patch notes mention that, it might work, or it might not. So you have the options above.
Gamersgate Support might be able to help you better, if the problem is well known. Securom is the last bet.
If you search GameTutor there is this Tutor thread which pops up, not sure it is helpful:
It suggests that sometimes parts of the installation files may be removed incorrectly. He had a solution for his. Sometimes anti-virus software will likewise remove part of an installation, make sure you try another download without anti-virus on if nothing else works.
Thats the full monty. But it might not help and is long. So you pick what you think works. All of these commonly happen. If you have cd imaging software installed, it often will screw up DRM like Securom as well, just in case you have such. Good luck.
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Christmas Hat and Sweater Bottle Topper
Top that bottle of bubbly you're gifting to your hairstylist with this sweet red-and-white Nordic patterned sweater & stocking cap, and you'll instantly make that $10 bottle seem more like a $25 one. Devious? Maybe, but with so many people to give gifts to this year, you've got to make that budget stretch somehow.
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The Sandstone Cove water tank is located off Mountain Top Lane. Kyle MacArthur, the water distribution manager for Park City, said the lightning affected the calibration of a water-level sensor. The tank's pumps read the sensor as indicating the water was at a lower level than it actually was and continued to operate, MacArthur said, adding that an alarm was not triggered as a result of the lightning.
The water filled the tank to an overflow pipe. Approximately 18,000 gallons of water escaped through the overflow pipe, MacArthur said. The water went into a gutter and down a storm drain. MacArthur called the incident "kind of a freak event."
The Park City Police Department said in an online statement the incident involved "a large amount of water and mud washing out onto the road."


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On EpiphanyDanceArts.org a timer counts down the hours, minutes and seconds until the opening of Dawn: A Love Story this Friday night. The timer is symbolic of the local performance company's enthusiasm for dance, music and theater. Dallas Salsa Examiner was able to witness their passion first-hand as a guest at one of their last dress rehearsals. Before finalizing your weekend plans reserve a spot on your calendar and read on for an exclusive glimpse of Dawn: A Love Story.
A superior choice for Valentine's Day date night, Dawn presents a poignant look at love from an artistic vantage point. Witty, honest, evocative and on point (but not en pointe), it personifies the path of love from point A to point Z. The production relies on the synergy of music, motion and drama to tell its story and the method is rather effective. With all senses engaged, the spectator is better able to appreciate the depth and dimension of Epiphany's message.
The show's choreography mirrors the tone and mood of the music, an impeccable selection ranging from Mumford & Sons to Etta James. The monologues flit from light-hearted humor to deep, though-provoking "eureka!" moments. The experience of Dawn is much like that of love itself.
Sometimes we become so set in our routines and caught up in la vie quotidienne that we lose sight of the magic that exists in our lives. Years, disappointments and heartbreaks can all skew our views. We need to look at the world from a different vantage point, from a new set of eyes.
Dawn: A Love Story is a great choice of filter to look through, whether it's Valentine's Day or not.
About Epiphany DanceArts
Epiphany DanceArts is a professional Dallas-based performance company established in February 2010 comprised of more than 15 accomplished female "DanceArtists." Inspired by the diversity of performing arts and drawing from multiple genres, Epiphany's productions bring to light what they call "DanceArts." Classical ballet, jazz and modern dance forms fused with drama and live vocals make the nascent company stand out among its contemporaries. In two short years they have already garnered a large fan base that expands exponentially with each performance.
About Their Mission
Epiphany DanceArt's mission statement is, "We believe art should illuminate a glimpse of something beyond ourselves – something sacred." Michael DeGroat, Business Director, affirms that they strive to provide their audience with "…an integrated, holistic experience." He says DanceArt should be about more than just the artist or just the audience because it's bigger than that. Epiphany believes the whole of art is indeed greater than the sum of its parts. They exemplify this philosophy with their Artistic Outreach Program, through which they routinely volunteer at hospitals, schools and church programs.
About the Event
Dawn: A Love Story will run Friday, February 10th through Friday, February 11th at 7:30 p.m. at Granville Arts Center in Downtown Garland (300 N. 5th St. Garland, TX 75040). Admission ranges from $22-$120/person. Tickets may be purchased online or by calling 972-379-9332.
Saturday night's production features a special Valentine's Day dinner-and-dance offering at Garland's historic Pace House. Their Romantic Ticket Package comes complete with a fully catered meal, salsa lesson from world-champion salsa dancer (and Epiphany DanceArtist) Monica Flores and admission to Dawn. The turn of the century Victorian farmhouse provides a charming backdrop for enjoying good company, good food and an especially good time on the dance floor. Following the salsa lesson guests will stroll across the street to experience the breathtaking beauty of Epiphany's dance concert. Tickets are limited so reserve yours today by calling 972-379-9332.
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Hammer FOB, 45 minutes after Crucible Detonation
"Major Coats? Major? Sir?"
The voice was indistinct, crackling caused by distance and poor connection quality, but it was Corporal Ahmed alright. Coats had despatched a shuttle to the remains of the Citadel as soon as it became apparent that the red energy field had disabled all the Reapers and their forces. With the fleets who knew where after Hackett's emergency withdrawal order, recovery of survivors stranded in orbit had become a priority for the groundside forces. Coats opened a link to respond, cautiously optimistic at what sounded like excitement in the corporal's voice.
"This is Coats. Report, corporal"
"We found her sir! She's alive! Shepard's alive!", the young Glaswegian sounded ecstatic. You and me both, lad, thought Coats, listening to the cheering that had erupted behind him.
"Well done corporal. Is she badly injured, can you put her on a shuttle and get her back down here to a hospital? There's still no word on the fleet, we can't wait for a medical ship to return."
"Badly wounded sir, but Doctor Barnes has stabilised her with medi-gel and we can be back dirtside in 10 minutes or less. Recommendations?"
"London's too badly damaged. Take her to the John Radcliffe in Oxfordshire, it's still intact. Uploading coordinates now, corporal", Coats answered after a moment's reflection.
"Yes sir", came the immediate reply.
Coats opened a communications link to the hospital to advise them of the extremely important patient they were about to receive.
Normandy SR2, 4 weeks later
"Approaching Sol system, preparing to link into a comm buoy", Joker announced in a voice devoid of emotion over ship comms. All heads lifted at the sound and a buzz of mixed anticipation and dread began to suffuse the atmosphere on the ship.
In her cabin, Liara watched as her displays lit up with information, reports from surviving agents, income and expenditure reports filed by Feron during her long incommunicado period. If only the QEC had survived the crash, she mused, but it was unlikely that any of the other communicators it had been paired to survived anyway, so even if they'd had spare parts for it it would most likely have remained useless.
She scanned message headers at breakneck speed, fingers working to filter out messages that didn't contain keywords she designated with heart wrenching urgency. Results began to emerge, the same name over and over as expected, but she wasn't looking for tributes, for lyrical encomia from journalists trying to fill empty columns. All she wanted was a status update and a location for the woman who'd saved them all, for her bond-mate, Kira Shepard.
Finally, she found it. Her heart pounded in her chest as trembling fingers pulled up the relevant report. She knew deep-down that the news would be encouraging, even though the Normandy crew had tried to convince her it was wishful thinking, that she should have placed the board holding Shepard's name on the memorial wall before the freshly-repaired Normandy had departed its temporary home on the uncharted world where it had been thrown by the Crucible shockwave. She'd balked at the last moment, a serene smile on her face as she told the crew that she was convinced Shepard was alive, that she'd not felt her die the way she had at Alchera.
Light from the screen reflected off the tears in Liara's eyes as she read the report. Kira was alive, but was at an undisclosed location somewhere in southern England. Unable to contain her joy, she screamed with elation at the top of her voice and heard footsteps hurry to her door from the crew eating area outside.
"Liara? What's happening?", Ashley Williams yelled. Liara opened the door and saw not just Ashley but almost the entire crew standing outside her cabin cum office.
"Ashley! Come and see this", Liara responded.
Ash walked swiftly to the data terminal and read the message Liara indicated. Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes flicked rapidly from side to side as she devoured the words she'd never thought she'd read.
"Oh my god Liara, you were right. She's alive!"
She hugged Liara tightly as the crew erupted into loud cheering. Liara knew the crew needed this, that many of them, especially Joker, were still mourning EDI. The AI had gone irretrievably offline at the moment the red shockwave had struck the Normandy and hurled it 3 weeks' travel away from Earth, the loss made doubly shocking by the sudden collapse of her mobile platform in full view of Joker, Ashley and Samantha Traynor on the bridge. The loss had all but maimed Joker, who had conducted his part of the week-long repairs in near silence and since then had barely moved from his seat on the bridge apart from when forced to take a break or sleep by Doctor Chakwas. Liara hoped that the news would cheer him, that he could recover from the double blow of losing girlfriend and mentor by at least getting one of them back.
Over Ashley's shoulder Liara saw multiple crew members leave the crowd around her door, presumably to spread the news to those still at their posts.
"Liara, I'm so sorry I doubted you. We...", Ashley began to apologise.
"I understand, Ashley, I really do", Liara cut her off. "Only Doctor Chakwas believed me, but she was with me in the escape pod at Alchera, she saw what happened when the bond broke that time. I don't blame you, or any other member of the crew, for refusing what you thought was false hope."
Liara felt Ashley's grip around her relax as the human woman broke the hug. The Spectre's face was a mix of elation and concern that she and the others had hurt Liara with their insistence she face 'reality'.
"Liara, listen. It'll only take us another hour to make Earth orbit. I'm going up to the bridge to talk to Joker and get caught up with Alliance command. I'll use Spectre authority, find out where she is for you and get Steve to prep a shuttle. You'll see her as soon as I can arrange it, I promise".
As Ashley smiled, hugged her again and ran off to begin the work of contacting whichever authorities had survived the war, Liara beamed to herself and selected the clothes she would wear for the happiest day of her life.
John Radcliffe hospital grounds, Oxfordshire
Birdsong filled the gardens, the last of the late autumn sunshine throwing the fallen leaves into a gleaming display of gold, yellow and orange. Kira Shepard looked around her at the sights and sounds of the type of place she'd never really known growing up, raised in one sterile environment after another. She'd visited places like this with her parents, spent time in dirty places and simulated planets to encourage her immune system to flourish, but these last 4 weeks had given her an appreciation of the joys of having real grass under her feet. That joy had been heavily muted by the emptiness she felt inside. Despite the visits from so many noteworthy leaders, civil and military, the plaudits in the press, article after article praising the 'Saviour of the Galaxy', she felt hollow. She'd condemned the geth along with the Reapers, knew that every single geth ship that had come to the aid of every organic species now floated lifeless in near-Earth orbit, slowly being recovered and moved to safer locations to avoid crashing into the atmosphere.
Debate still raged about what to do with the ships, whether to leave them intact as a graveyard of sorts, or whether the geth, being software, could even have a grave and that the ships were just empty shells and could be salvaged for material to use in repairs. Many argued the geth would have considered the debate irrelevant, that burial customs were an entirely organic invention. Others countered that a true tribute to the geth would be treat them as their allies would have wished to be treated themselves. Some had sought Shepard's opinion, but she felt that as their killer, it would be wrong for her opinion to have any weight at all, and so she had declined to venture any kind of contribution to the debate.
In the trees nearby she could see squirrels foraging for acorns, preparing their winter food stores. Some were clearly adolescent, barely two-thirds the size of the full adults. Kira smiled at this evidence of life continuing to build for the future, a future that would never have come to pass for the sentient races of this cycle had she not made the choice when faced with the true nature of the Catalyst, the warped AI that had turned on its own creators and used their genetic material to create Harbinger, the first Reaper.
Harbinger. The name alone dragged her mind back to the last time she'd seen.....Liara. It still hurt to think the name. With the perfect clarity of self-torture she saw her love's face, speckled with the purple of Liara's own blood, as the Normandy ramp closed and Javik supported her. Shepard saw Liara's hand reaching out to her, the blue eyes that had bewitched her from their first meeting on Therum near to tears as she was taken away from Kira to have her body's wounds cared for while her heart was torn within. All over again she felt the pain as she turned away from the sight of her one true love flying away, turned back to face the monster that stood high over the London streets, looming above the entrance to the beam that led up to the Citadel. The bodily pain that had come as Harbinger's attack struck nearby, overwhelming her barriers and frying her biotic amp, omni-tool and scattering her equipment and weapons all over the battlefield, leaving her with only a battered Carnifex pistol, had been nothing compared to her anguish at sending Liara away to safety.
She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed deeply. There was a bench nearby where she'd spent entire days at times, just watching the birds and squirrels, where her mother had visited her as the fleets straggled back to their home worlds and the process of repairing the relays began. That wise old bird Hackett had found relay schematics in the Citadel databases that had unlocked on the death of the Catalyst and repair crews were scurrying all over the key relays to get them working again. She'd heard the Charon relay would be operational in maybe two more weeks and that the Thessia and Palaven relays were already back up and running, waiting for connections to be re-established. All this good news tasted like so many ashes to Kira without the one person she'd done all this for by her side.
She heard the noise of a shuttle's engines overheard, saw birds scatter for hiding places at the unaccustomed sound. This part of England had been just rural enough, Oxford being a small city, to escape being targeted early in the Reaper invasion, so the hospital was largely intact. Shepard sighed as she wondered who was on board the vehicle, which was in standard Alliance markings so clearly not a medical transport or civilian shuttle such as her mother would've arrived in, conscientiously refusing to abuse her rank and position for a family visit. Probably another bigwig here to tell her she'd been awarded such and such an honour, could she please sign this endorsement for a candidate for a political position vacated by a deceased predecessor? She'd even delayed obtaining a new omni-tool to avoid being harassed this way and her biotic amp could wait until hell froze over as far as she was concerned. Without one of Liara's unique Nova chips it would never feel right again, she'd feel naked and exposed in combat without that hidden weapon her love had designed for her.
Her mother had asked her how she'd been able to do it, to fight alongside the asari she loved more than her own life. Kira had looked her mother in the eye and responded as truthfully as she could.
"We were a perfect team, mom. We were so tuned in to each other I could work with Liara far more effectively than with anyone else. When the two of us worked with Javik, we were unstoppable, especially in London. I loved her so much for that, for knowing me better than I knew myself, for being able to trust her so completely that in combat we were so much more than two separate people. We were one and the same, just living in two bodies."
Hannah had held her daughter until the sobbing slowly died down and wept tears of her own at the sight of her only child in so much agony. No-one had heard from the Normandy, no-one expected the ship to return home after, the brass suspected, the death of its AI in interstellar space. Ships fitted with VIs had struggled to maintain functions but most had managed to limp home with jury-rigged computers managing ship systems. The Normandy, however, had been intimately connected to its on-board AI, and general consensus was that the ship was lost.
Kira shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. She tucked her slippered feet underneath her, ignoring the slight dampness of morning dew that clung to them in the weak October sun. She wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible, didn't want some dignitary to see her and start yelling her name from tens of metres away across the lawns. She heard the shuttle's engines shut down and sighed at the sign that whoever it was planned to stay a while. If it had been a civilian shuttle then she could have hoped it would be Miranda and Oriana, or maybe Jacob and Brynn come to visit as they had over the last 4 weeks. Brynn was getting big now, so maybe she wouldn't travel so much, but it would've been nice to see one of her old crew that had been on Earth rather than the Normandy.
She could hear footsteps on the gravel that surrounded the doors. Someone was coming, but was it the visitor or just one of the other convalescents? She didn't dare reveal herself by looking, so she sat and waited to see if her solitary contemplation was going to be disturbed. It sounded like there were multiple people moving through the fallen leaves, one much closer to where she sat than the other. She closed her eyes at the sound of someone walking around the great rhododendron that concealed her from general view and choked back a sob as her mind's eye was once more filled with Liara's blood-caked face, drawn with yearning and grief at their separation.
Liara walked as quickly as she dared on the treacherous footing, cursing the damp leafy carpet that threatened to tip her off her feet. There were no deciduous trees on Thessia so she'd never acquired the skill of shuffling through the leaves that so many humans took for granted. This would be so much easier if Shepard had an omni-tool with her, but the doctor had informed Liara that her bond-mate had shown no interest in being contacted by the outside world unless forced to do so.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she rounded a bush with waxy, dark green leaves and saw a hunched figure on a wooden bench all but hidden in the greenery. The hair was shorter and less well-groomed than she remembered, some light medical dressings covered skin still regrowing from cloned grafts and the limbs were thinner, muscles less toned than when they'd parted, but it was still her Kira that sat there with her eyes closed.
She stifled a sob of her own and saw the head of the seated figure jerk up. The eyes opened, the same glorious blue she'd stared into in her happiest moments, and Liara saw her own unbridled joy reflected in them.
Shepard opened her eyes as she heard a gulp from whoever had invaded her privacy. The image of Liara's grief-stricken face that had filled her mind dissolved, to be replaced by the real thing. In less time than it took her heart to beat she stood and crossed the intervening space to enfold Liara in her arms. The pain of pressing on her still unhealed wounds faded to mild discomfort as the wounds of her heart and soul were healed instantly by the warmth of the bond between the two of them.
Liara had reacted to the reunion instinctively and the two were melded into a single being for what seemed like hours. They relaxed, floating gently in the bond, luxuriating in each others presence and their mutual love, soothing away the torment of separation and each renewing their dedication to the other. No questions were asked, no memories exchanged, not a muscle moved as the two lovers communed on a deeper level, feeling the attunement between them and the unspoken bond of a single soul that occasionally lived in two halves. Slowly, languorously, Liara withdrew from the meld and they both sighed in utter contentment as she guided Shepard gently back to the bench. They kissed, finally expressing themselves physically before Liara inspected Kira's bandages with concern.
"I...", "How.." they both began together, then broke into giggles as each smiled adoringly at the other.
"You first", Liara said.
"How are you? Are you still hurt? How did you get back? When did you get back?", Kira asked, questions tumbling from her lips.
"I'm fine, my love. Doctor Chakwas had me back on my feet inside a day so I helped with the repairs to the Normandy after we crash-landed out in one of the unsettled systems in the Exodus Cluster", Liara replied. "We arrived at Earth about an hour and a half ago, Lieutenant Cortez was kind enough to bring me straight here after Ashley used her Spectre status to find out where you were. I'd have contacted you earlier but the doctor tells me you've been refusing a new omni-tool and coming out into the gardens all day if the weather was good?"
"Too many politicians and brass wanting my opinion or good word. I just told them I was still recovering, still overwhelmed by everything that had happened. I could tell some of them thought I should just forget you and find a nice, human man or woman to keep me warm, even after all we've been through", Kira said, unable in her joy to sound angry about any of it. Liara hugged her closer, careful not to disturb any of the dressings. She reached up and ran her hand through Kira's hair, her eyes roving all over her bond-mate's face.
"Oh, yes. Well the fire from the explosion burnt it all off. The doctors did something to stimulate growth, said that I'd somehow instinctively protected the skin from the flame and the follicles were intact. Wish I'd managed to do that for the rest of my skin, though", Kira added, holding one bandaged arm up to her face for inspection.
Liara took the proffered hand between her own and kissed each knuckle in turn. She looked up at Shepard's face, saw more unanswered questions there.
"Kira, I need to tell you something. When the Crucible blast hit the Normandy....", she paused, trying to find the right words to say, knew what the confirmation would mean.
"EDI's dead, isn't she?", Shepard asked, and Liara realised her bond-mate must've known all along what the destruction of the Reapers would also entail. "Just like the geth?".
Liara nodded, her eyes staring into Shepard's and trying to convey her understanding of what her love must be going through.
"I killed them, all of them, right after giving them their freedom", Kira sounded tortured.
For the next thirty minutes Liara listened in horror as Shepard described in minute detail just what had happened after they'd parted on the Normandy ramp. At some point, she couldn't remember just when, she'd wrapped her arms around her love and buried Kira's head in her breast while the human woman poured out her confession to the only person she knew would truly comprehend and not judge her. She felt nothing but love as she heard how Kira had rejected the limitless power of controlling the Reapers, knowing it would eventually corrupt her, together with the monstrous option of forcing all life into an obscene melding of machine and flesh, ripping away the choice of trillions of sentient beings. She shuddered at the thought that both options would have cost Shepard her own life, although she knew that Kira would not have hesitated to sacrifice herself had the resolution been worthwhile and that dedication to the cause of the many was just one of myriad reasons to love this woman in her arms.
Eventually the outpouring of anguish subsided and Kira was silent. Liara leaned forward, forcing Kira to sit up and look her in the face.
Shepard looked in her bond-mate's eyes, searching for any hint of judgement, any sign that Liara had found her explanation lacking. Instead she saw love, admiration and awe and she felt her own love for the beautiful asari redouble. Liara took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak.
"I can't imagine how you could've made that decision alone, wounded and so soon after losing Admiral Anderson", Liara began. "I do know that I agree with the choice you made, that control of the Reapers is too much power for any one mind to bear without corruption and that forcing the other choice, that change, on an entire galaxy would have been a violation of every principle of self-determination we and especially EDI fought for. I know you, my love, you'd have given your life for a good and noble cause, but this was not it. I couldn't be prouder, or love you more, than right now."
Shepard reached forward and pulled her love's head towards her, kissing the blue lips that had filled her dreams for almost three years now. They were together again, the Reapers were defeated, and although she would be burdened with guilt over the fate of EDI and the geth for the rest of her life, she felt comforted knowing that Liara, her very own Liara, agreed with her that the right choice had been made.
"Do you think Steve would mind getting me a new omni-tool?", she asked Liara as they walked back toward the hospital complex, and as she felt the laughter of her bond-mate through the arm around her waist, knew she would never feel alone again now she had Liara back in her arms where she belonged.
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So the EC is out at last and although we got a lot of what we wanted, what we didn't get was a Shepard/LI reunion scene. So here's mine instead.
So the EC is out at last and although we got a lot of what we wanted, what we didn't get was a Shepard/LI reunion scene. So here's mine instead.
Read it about twenty times or such. Cheers me up, even if it doesn't quite match my head!canon.
so beautiful. i love it. i shead tears. <3
I like it. Like you said, EC gave us a lot of details but it was a lack of epilogue/conclusion. And you did it. So thank, it's beautiful.
I seem to have stolen a fair bit of your day with my scribblings, I'm glad you liked them and haven't burnt out
Thank you for this. I chose Destroy, and I romanced Liara. This makes me feel quite a bit better about not seeing her again.
I liked it i thought that you did a great job with the description of Liara and especially on the joining
Thanks a bunch. I know some people get touchy about the meld and omgmindsex, but for these two it just works
Good stuff, great read. Thought it was odd Bioware didn't give us a LI reunion scene in the EC, nice of them to give us a "one last goodbye" though...as odd a scene as it was.
Glad you liked it. The evac scene is so powerful that I can ignore the plothole of the Normandy just hovering there in front of Harbinger, but I know what you mean
I'm an indoctrination theorists *DUCKS* so to me it's just another clue. But it's sort of a double edged clue, it can be interpreted as Harbinger leaving your crew to have more leverage over you in an attempt to take over your mind through the chocies, OR the Reaper IFF was messing with his targeting even though he could see the Normandy in front of him he still couldn't get a good shot off. Could also explain why we still hear Reaper laser blasts but don't see them, or maybe that part's just buggy. . . .
Either way, loved the goodbye to Liara on that part. Got me chocked up all over again, just like seeing her flashback during the decisions.
Very well done. And thought the DLC did fill out all the plotholes the original ending gave us, we still want a romance-reunion kinda ending. Nothing too fancy but hey, when they can give us a DLC that did a rather good job at explaining what the heck the final choices actually do (my opinion of course), I still sat there with a feeling that someting was missing, Lets see what the future brings. We can only hope.
I'll hold on to that hope as well. It'd be nice for them to show us properly
Very nicely done, this is a completely beautiful reunion, and a excellent ending to the destroy option I wrote my own fo the refusal option, a victory one, since I think this is the only option that actually goes with my Shepard's personality and I also think it should have been a viable choice xD
Thank you. I'm still a little surprised at how many people like this one as a standalone, rather than the part of a continuation I feel it to be. Apparently this one's struck a nerve, but in a good way
nicely written and a beautiful way to round out the destroy ending.
i loved this! in my head, this is how the series ended! thank you!
Oww, thank you, really. I just realized I needed a well explained Liara/FemShep reunion fanfiction ^^
This soothed me a great deal :3
This soothed me a great deal :3
You're very very welcome. I think I need to see someone else's vision as well. Got a bit of catharsis from putting my own down here, but being so close to it, and very attached to Kira (see screenshot for why ), maybe an alternative perspective will make me feel a bit better myself
I loved it!!! The rescue of Shepard was perfectly in line with how the story panned out and Liara's absence very well done. I do love that she doesn't put the name-plate up in the Destroy ending. Everyone's reactions were right in line expecially Shepard not wanting an omni-tool because of the reporters and politicians (varren). And the reunion scene was so heartfelt. I loved that she opened her eyes and Liara was just...there, and the meld was great.
The ending was...perfection. Shep did what she had to do even if it cost her life, damnation, and rejection from her loved one.
Great job, my friend!
The ending was...perfection. Shep did what she had to do even if it cost her life, damnation, and rejection from her loved one.
Great job, my friend!
When I first saw EDI's name on the wall and her face in the new flashbacks, mantears were shed. I'd renamed the pre-choice autosave so I could see all the endings full-sized on my own monitor, so watching Synthesis and hearing Tricia Helfer say the final line "I am alive and I am not alone" together with the hug from Liara made me feel even more guilty about Destroy, so that got incorporated into Kira's story.
*waves more man-cards goodbye*
*waves more man-cards goodbye*
I got to admit... the Destroy Ending is the ONLY choice that makes any sense over all the others. Control and Synthesis are just horrible ideas to begin with, and the Starchild's logic still makes no sense considering that thre Geth and Quarians made peace after the Geth fought back in self defence against their creators.
Hell, that Starchild makes no sense, period.
So thank you for this fanfic... it again does what Bioware was unable to do, help give us closure.
Hell, that Starchild makes no sense, period.
So thank you for this fanfic... it again does what Bioware was unable to do, help give us closure.
a nice addition to the new endings, that was truly beautiful
Very nice, well done.
Your turn Thanks for the compliments, now show us Kaelis' reunion with our blue girl!
Oh dear, too much to do.
I am head over heels in a (relatively) small follow up to Birthday and I need to get back to Spark of Hope as well.
But even if I stick with my headcanon over (most of) the current ending I have to admit I am sorely tempted to try my hand at the reunion, it deserves so much more than what we got to see.
We will see
I am head over heels in a (relatively) small follow up to Birthday and I need to get back to Spark of Hope as well.
But even if I stick with my headcanon over (most of) the current ending I have to admit I am sorely tempted to try my hand at the reunion, it deserves so much more than what we got to see.
We will see
Yes, this is what I wanted the final ending to be like!
It is well written I like it very much thank you for sharing it with us
My pleasure. It felt good to get it down in readable form, I can see it as clear as day in my own head


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JWC TO JOHN STERLING ; 27 January 1842; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18420127-JWC-JOST-01; CL 14: 25-32
Thursday [27 January 1842]
My dear friend
The enclosed notes—one to yourself and another to myself—will settle I hope that question of the article,1 in a satisfactory manner—without MY playing at Editors any further—or even dawning further on your astonished sense as the Armida2 of the foreign quarterly—(Cavaignac used to call Mrs Taylor3 "the Armida of the London and Westminster")—I was clearly born for the ornamental rather than the useful—and I have no faith in any good being done by going in the teeth of ones nature—
You ask me how I like your last sendings—in answer I must begin a good way off— When you took it into your dear head to make a quarrel with me about the Election, actually to compain of me to my husband!4 (complaining of me to myself would not have been half so provoking) when you thus exposed me to you knew not what matrimonial thunders—which however did not on that occasion so much as begin to rumble—my husband knowing me to be innocent in the transaction as a sucking dove! I was angry—naturally. Et tu Brute!5 had I loved you little I should not have minded—but loving you much I regarded myself as a femme incomprise [misunderstood woman], and what was still worse, maltreated—and so—there and then "I registered" (like O Connel6) a vow in Heaven never to meddle or make with manuscript of yours any more unless at your own particular bidding—accordingly these manuscripts sent to Carlyle: I have not once had in my hands—the best passages that he found in them he read aloud to me—that was his pleasure—and so I felt myself at liberty to hear and admire— But from hearing only the best passages one can form no true judgement as to the whole—so I am not prepared to offer any—now that you have asked me my opinion,7 I should have fallen with all my heart to reading Strafford which was still here but Carlyle I knew did not like it as a whole whereas I liked extremely those passages he had read to me, and I like better to part with it in the admiring mood than the disparaging one—and who could say if I re[ad] it all but I should tur[n] to his way of thinking about it! So there you have my confession!—only this I need to tell you—I would not give your last letter to C for the best dramas of Shakespear! and I care little what comes of John Sterling the Poet so long as John Sterling the Man—is all that my heart wishes him to be8
God bless you and remember me always as your true friend
Jane Carlyle
[TC's Note]
Shortly after this Lr, whh seems to be the last that has been preserved of her to Sterling,9 there came ill news from Templand; ill news, or whh to her vigilant affectn had an ill sound in them, and whh indeed was soon followed by a doleful and irreparable calamity there. Something in a letter of her mother's, touching lightly enough on some disorder of health, she was under, and treating the case as common, and of no significance, at once excited my poor Jeannie's suspicn; and I had to write to Dr Russell,10 asking confidentially and as if for myself only What the real state of matters was. The Dr ansd cautiously, yet on the whole hopefully, tho' not witht ambiguity; whh was far enough from quieting our suspicns here. And accordingly, almost by next letter (23 or 24 feby I find it must have been), came tidings of "a stroke," apoplectic, paralytic; immediate danger now over, but future danger fatally evidt! My poor little Woman instantly got ready; that same night, (wild blustering, rainy night, darkness witht us and within), I escorted her to Euston Square for the evg train to Liverpool. She was deaf, or all but deaf to any words of hope I cd urge. Never shall I forget her look, as she sat in the railway carriage, seat next the window, still, close by me, but totally silent; her beautiful eyes full of sorrowful affectn, gloomy11 pain, and expectation, gazing steadily forward, as if questioning the huge darkness, while the train rolled away. Alas, at Liverpool, her cousins (Maggie still remembers it here, after twenty-seven years) had to answer, 'All is over at Templand, cousin, gone, gone!' and with difficulty, and with all the ingenuity of love and pity, got her conveyed to bed. February 26,12 1842, her mother had departed; that 'first stroke' mercifully the final one. 'Uncle John,' &c., from Liverpool, had found now no sister to welcome him; blithe Templand all fallen dark and silent now; Sister Jeannie, Father Walter, Sister Grizzie also no more there.
I followed to Liverpool two days after (funeral already not to be reached by me), found my poor Jeannie still in bed, sick of body, still more of mind and heart, miserable as I had never seen her. The same night I went by mail-coach (no railway farther for me) to Carlisle, thence through Annan, &c., and was at Templand next morning for a late breakfast. Journey in all parts of it still strangely memorable to me. Weather hard, hoar-frosty, windy; wrapt in an old dressing-gown with mackintosh buttoned round it, I effectually kept out the cold, and had a strange night of it, on the solitary coach-roof, under the waste-blowing skies, through the mountains, to Carlisle. It must have been Saturday, I now find, Carlisle market-day. Other side of that city we met groups of market-people; at length groups of Scotch farmers or dealers solidly jogging thither, in some of which I recognized old school-fellows! A certain 'Jock Beattie,' perhaps twelve years my senior, a big good-humoured fellow finishing his arithmetics, &c., who used to be rather good to me, him I distinctly noticed after five-and-twenty years, grown to a grizzled, blue-visaged sturdy giant, sunk in comforters and woollen wrappages, plod-plodding there, at a stout pace, and still good-humouredly, to Carlisle market (as a big bacon-dealer, &c., it afterwards appeared), and had various thoughts about him, far as he was from thought of me! Jock's father, a prosperous enough country-carpenter, near by the kirk and school of Hoddam, was thrice-great as a ruling-elder (indeed, a very long-headed, strictly orthodox man), well known to my father, though I think silently not so well approved of in all points. 'Wull Beattie,' was my father's name for him. Jock's eldest brother, 'Sandy Beattie,'13 a Probationer (Licentiate of the Burgher Church), stepping into our school one day, my age then between seven and eight, had reported to my father that I must go into Latin, that I was wasting my time otherwise, which brought me a Ruddiman's 'Rudiments,'14 something of an event in the distance of the past. At Annan, in the rimy-hazy morning, I sat gazing on the old well-known houses, on the simmering populations now all new to me—very strange, these old unaltered stone-and-mortar edifices, with their inmates changed and gone!—meanwhile there stalked past, in some kind of rusty garniture against the cold, a dull, gloomy, hulk of a figure, whom I cleary recognized for 'Dr. Waugh,'15 luckless big goose (with something better in him too, which all went to failure and futility), who is to me so tragically memorable! Him I saw in this unseen manner: him and no other known to me there—him also for the last time. Six miles farther, I passed my sister Mary Austin's farmstead in Cummertrees. Poor kind Mary! little did she dream of me so near! At Dumfries, my sister Jean, who had got some inkling, was in waiting where the coach stopped; she half by force hurried me over to her house, which was near, gave me a hot cup of tea, &c., and had me back again in plenty of time. Soon after 10 A.M. I was silently set down by the wayside, beckoned a hedger working not far off to carry my portmanteau the bit of furlong necessary, and, with thoughts enough articulate and inarticulate, entered the old Templand now become so new and ghastly.
For two months and more I had to continue there, sad but not unhappy. Good John Welsh with his eldest daughter Helen and a lady cousin of his,16 good active people, were there to welcome me, and had the house all in order. In about a week these all went, but left an excellent old servant; and for the rest of the time I was as if in perfect solitude—my converse with the mute universe mainly. Much there was to settle, and I had to speak and negotiate with various people, Duke's17 farm-agents; but that was only at intervals and for brief times; and, indeed, all that could have been finished soon, had the agent people (factor, subfactors, &c., &c.) been definite and alert with me, which they by no means were. Nay, ere long, I myself grew secretly to like the entire seclusion, the dumb company of earth and sky, and did not push as I might have done. Once or twice I drove across the hills to Annandale; had one of my brothers, Jamie or Alick, on this or the other 'errand,' over to me for a day; had my dear old mother for perhaps a week at one time; I had also friendly calls to make (resolutely refusing all dinners); but on the whole felt that silence was the wholesome, strengthening, and welcome element. I walked a great deal, my thoughts sad and solemn, seldom or never merely painful—sometimes in the great joyless stoicism (great as life itself), sometimes of victorious or high. The figure of the actual terrestrial 'spring' (the first I had seen for years, the last I ever saw) was beautiful, symbolic to me, full of wild grandeur and meanings. By day, now bright sunshine and a tinge of hopeful green, then suddenly the storm-cloud seen gathering itself far up in the centre of the hills, and anon rushing down in mad fury, by its several valleys (Nith, &c., &c., which I could count); a canopy of circular storm, split into spokes, and whitening everything with snow! I did not read much—nothing that I now recollect: 'Cromwell' books, which were then my serious reading, were, of course, all in Chelsea. By some accident, now forgotten, I had slid into something of correspondence with Lockhart more than I ever had before or after; three or four altogether friendly, serious, and pleasant notes from him I remember there, which I doubt are not now in existence.18 A hard, proud, but thoroughly honest, singularly intelligent, and also affectionate man, whom in the distance I esteemed more than perhaps he ever knew. Seldom did I speak to him; but hardly ever without learning and gaining something. From 'Satan Montgomery,'19 too, I was surprised by a letter or two, invoking me (absurdly enough) to 'review' some new book of his (rhymed rigmarole on 'Luther,' I believe), 'Oh, review it, you who can; you who,' &c., &c.! Windy soul, flung aloft by popular delusion, he soon after died with all his vanities and glories!
My plan of business had at first been, 'Let us keep this house and garden as they are, and sublet the land; no prettier place of refuge for us could be in the world!' But my poor darling shrank utterly from that, could not hear of it in her broken heart; which, alas, was natural too; so I had to get the lease valued, cancelled; sell off everything, annihilate all vestige of our past time there, a think I now again almost regret; and certainly, for the moment, it was in itself a very sad operation. The day of the household sale, which was horrible to me, I fled away to Crawford Churchyard (20 miles off, through the pass of Dalveen, &c.), leaving my brothers in charge of everything; spent the day there by my mother-in-law's grave and in driving thither and back; the day was of bright weather, the road silent and solitary. I was not very miserable; it was rather like a day of religious worship, till in the evening, within short way of Templand again, I met people carrying furniture (Oh heaven); found Templand a ruin, as if sown with salt; and had, from various causes, an altogether sorry night in Thornhill. Tedious pedantic 'factor'20 still lingering and loitering, I had still to wait at Scotsbrig, with occasional rides across to him, and messages and urgencies, before he would conclude; 'paltry little strutting creature,' thought I sometimes (wrongfully, I have been told; at any rate, the poor little soul is now dead, requiescat, requiescat! [May he rest! May he rest!]). It was not till the beginning of May that I got actually back to Chelsea, where my poor sorrow-stricken darling with Jeannie, her Liverpool cousin, had been all this while; and of course, though making little noise about it, was longing to have me back.
Her letters during those two months of absence seem to be all lost. I remember their tone of mournful tenderness; the business part, no doubt, related to the bits of memorials and household relies I was to bring with me, which, accordingly, were all carefully packed and conveyed, and remain here in pious preservation to this day: a poor praying child, some helpless enough rustic carving in funeral jet, commemorative of 'John Welsh'; these and other such things, which had pleased her mother, though in secret not her, she now accepted with repentant fondness, and kept as precious. She had great care about matters of that kind; had a real, though unbelieving, notion about omens, luck, 'first foot' on New Year's morning, &c.; in fact, with the clearest and steadiest discerning head, a tremulously loving heart! I found her looking pale, thin, weak; she did not complain of health, but was evidently suffering that way too: what she did feel was of the mind, of the heart sunk in heaviness; and of this also she said little, even to me not much. Words could not avail: a mother and mother's love were gone, irrevocable; the sunny fields of the past had all become sunless, fateful, sorrowful, and would smile no more! A mother dead: it is an epoch for us all; and to each one of us it comes with a pungency as if peculiar, a look as of originality and singularity! Once or oftener she spoke to me in emphatic self-reproach, in vehement repentance about her mother: though seldom had any daughter intrinsically less ground for such a feeling. But, alas, we all have ground for it! could we but think of it sooner; inexpressible the sadness to think of it too late. That little fact of the 'two candles' mentioned above,21 reserved in sad penitence to be her own death-lights after seven-and-twenty years—what a voice is in that, piercing to one's very soul! All her mother's 'poor people,' poor old half-crazy 'Mary Mills,' and several others (for Mrs. Welsh was ever beneficent and soft of heart), she took the strictest inheritance of, and punctually transmitted from her own small pin-money their respective doles at the due day, till the last of them died and needed no gift more. I well remember, now with emotion enough, the small bank cheques I used to write for her on those occasions, always accurately paid me on the spot, from her own small, small fund of pin-money (I do believe, the smallest any actual London lady, and she was even emphatically such, then had). How beautiful is noble poverty! richer, perhaps, than the noblest wealth! For the rest, I too have my self-reproaches; my sympathy for her, though sincere and honest, was not always perfect; no, not as hers for me in the like case had been. Once, and once only, she even said to me (I forget altogether for what) some thrice-sad words, "It is the first time you show impatience with my grief, dear'—words which pain my heart at this moment. Ah me! 'too late'; I also too late!
The summer could not but pass heavily in this manner; but it did grow quieter and quieter. Little cousin Jeannie was very affectionate and good; my own return had brought something of light into the household; various kind friends we had, who came about us diligently. Time itself, the grand soother and physician, was silently assuaging—never fails to do so, unless one is oneself too near the finis! Towards autumn Mrs. Buller, who had at the first meeting, years ago, recognized my Jeannie, and always, I think, liked her better and better, persuaded her to a visit of some three weeks out to Troston in Suffolk, where Mrs. Buller herself and husband were rusticating with the Rev. Reginald, their youngest son, who was parson there. This visit took effect, and even prospered beyond hope; agreeable in every essential way; entertaining to the parties; and lasted beyond bargain. It was the first reawakening to the sight of life for my poor heavy-laden one; a salutary turning aside, what we call diversion, of those sad currents and sad stagnancies of thought into a fruitfuller course; and, I think, did her a great deal of good. Lucid account is given of it in the six following letters which we have now arrived at, which I still recollect right well.22


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Centre Alex Galchenyuk admits draft day 2012 has been on his mind in recent days.
Galchenyuk is expected to emerge as a high, first-round pick at the June 22nd NHL Entry Draft in Pittsburgh, despite a torn ACL that required surgery and wiped out most of his Ontario Hockey League season as a member of the Sarnia Sting.
Galchenyuk says he has spoken to several NHL teams in recent months, including the Canadiens, who will draft third. "I spoke to the (Canadiens) head scout," Galchenyuk said from Sarnia. It was a good meeting."
Galchenyuk has never spent any time in Montreal. He says he'd love to come here, but acknowledges where he lands is out of his hands. "Those things I can't really control. I did what I had to do -- I came back. It's not on me any more."
In the meantime, Galchenyuk says the knee "is great." "When I came back, it was awesome," he said. "I was waiting for so long."
Listen to this candid conversation with engaging and talented Alex Galchenyuk, as he talks about his relationship with his teammate, and another top prospect, Nail Yakupov.
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