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A Jewish organization creates unforgettable summer experiences for special needs kids and their parents.
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One after the other, people associated with the Gush Katif expulsion are going down. What's the connection?
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Legislation is being used to force a situation onto a significantly large minority sector that disagrees with the decision. Will it once again end in disaster for everyone?
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Once again the Haaretz newspaper is on the warpath, targeting its bitter Zionist enemy, the State of Israel.
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Today (Thursday) in Kfar Manda, an Israeli Arab village in the lower Galilee, Israeli Arabs lost their cool, and had an all out rumble with the illegal African migrants who have been occupying the town after too much noise was erupting from an apartment of Sudanese.
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Left leaning Israeli Journalist Guy Maroz slammed right-wing MKs in March 2010 for wanting to create "labor camps" for these illegal workers. He was among the most vocal activists demanding that Israel not deport the children of these illegal immigrants with their families - till it hit home for him.
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I missed the Asifa. Admittedly, I wasn't planning on going, though I do feel jealous of those software developers who managed to get 50,000 men (and an unknown number of women who participated remotely) to pay actual money to listen to a multi-hour sales pitch of their products, and then have their community leaders tell […]
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A joint JoeSettler-Jameel post. Left behind in the wake of Netanyahu's surprise unity maneuver are some serious winners and loser. There is no doubt that elections would have shaken things up, but this unity coalition shakes up things even more. What Netanyahu managed to do today is of historic proportions and has some serious ramifications […]
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Standing at my tenth floor perch as the Yom Hazikaron siren blared, I was able to see directly into the open window of a room with three Arab workers in it. I heard myself gasp as the siren hit its loudest pitch, for at that moment, the workers dropped their tools, and began to dance together. And laugh. And dance some more. And as the tears of the Israelis on the street below flowed, these workers danced.
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There exists a new type of Israeli, who sees a moral equivalence between Israel's fallen, and those of the enemy.
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The borders of Israel are today under dispute, but that was also true 700 years ago. When Estori Ha-Parchi (Ishtori Haparchi), a Spanish-French scholar, came to Israel around 1313, he was shocked to discover that some Jews did not consider places like Ramla and Beit She'an to be in Israel. Ramla was called 'Gat' by […]
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Numerous people sent me a blog post which has been reverberating around the internet — its title translated into English; "One who believes isn't afraid" The article is about a trip to a wedding last night in Southern Israel, and how the wedding took place, under Gazan rocket fire. ….the scene was just as it […]
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Palestinians wage a war of lies with fake photos - the latest fauxtography is coming right out of the UN.
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Many of the most fascinating posts I come across are based on sources in Hebrew. These stories would fascinate you, yet I simply do not have the time to translate them all for you...
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The organization "Rabbis for Human Rights' knows exactly how to condemn the State of Israel and its authorities for any action against a Palestinian. Yet, when it comes to a letter which condemns the actions of the Palestinian Authority, the Rabbis for Human Rights would prefer not to be in conflict with Palestinian activists.
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Jameel writes about a fascinating archeological find that might very well be related to Chanukah.
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Jameel discusses the origins of the minhag of Shlissel Challah.
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You're a server working your tail off every weekend for a little over $3 an hour plus whatever tips you get. It's near closing time and you hardly have enough dough to cover the gas you spent driving to work. Things aren't looking too good. But wait. What's this? A limo being pulled by a team of wild horses just pulled up and blocked eighty percent of your parking spots? You can't tell who is getting out of the car because if the mysterious cloud of cocaine? Your eardrums are already bleeding? Congratulations. Dee Snider has arrived. He'll be hungry, he'll be horny, he might currently be experiencing a herpes outbreak. He was in Twisted Sister. Now he's in your face wanting raw hamburger.
Serve him right and he'll fill his body and rack up quite a bill. Serve him wrong and you'll be carted off to the hospital with nothing to show but a shattered clavicle and a pile of VH1's I Love The 80s Dvds. So be careful, friend, and follow this guide to the letter.
To insure proper service, be sure to alter your table-side waiting based on Dee Snider's current makeup. Here's a list of his most popular looks.
Dee desires to be treated like the normal Heavy Metal God that he is. After greeting him, bring breadsticks so he can beat them against the table as though he were drumming the world's most radical solo. Compliment said solo. When taking his order, ask if he'll sign your breasts, if you do not have breasts, find someone in the area who does. Serve meal on silver, be nude, take any pills he offers. Nothing fancy, just the service any Twisted Sister deserves.
Known Variations: The Cry-Baby, The Cocaine Pony-Tail, Tranny-Granny
Spring Kisses
Dee is feeling playful and young at heart. He wants to be treated like a school girl. Be sure to feature desserts heavily and do not ignore his batting eyelashes. Invite other tables to play patty-cake and allow him access to the kitchen to make Kool-Aid. Though he will continually refer to his dog as his "Lil' Angel Pup" please remember that it is, in fact, a mean-as-hell Rottweiler. Do Not Pet.
Known Variations: Big Summer Popsicle, The Pool Partier, Dad's Nightmare
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Known Variations: First Class Fanny, CEO of Coke, Egg Salad Lord
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Attention all Boys Basketball players not in a spring sport! There is lifting today from 3-4:00 at the weight room and open gym from 4-5:30 at Stanton. That's Boys Basketball lifting right after school today and open gym at Stanton today from 4-5:30!
Category Archives: Athletics News
Congratulations Track and Field!
Yesterday began the start of the Suburban League meet for Track and Field. There were many great performances by the Rough Riders. Most notable was Madison Mercer in the shot put. Madison is the first track athlete to be league champion is the new league. If you see her today, be sure to congratulate her. The 4×800 meter girls team were runner up league champions with the team of Kaylie Murray, Korrin Spurlock, Alexy Patz and Savanah Wills. Great job ladies!
Sports Physicals at RHS Saturday, May 14
Sports Physicals are this Saturday, May 16 from 8-11:30 am here at Roosevelt. All student-athletes entering grades 7-12 next year are eligible. $20.00! Pick up blank forms in the Athletic Office or Athletic Health Care room 137.
Baseball Beats Stow!
The Rider Baseball team beat rival Stow last night 7-5 on Senior night! Nate Hastie earned the win on the mound and Bryan McKown picked up his first save. The boys will host their first tournament game Thursday at 4:30 at Roosevelt Park.
Congratulations Track and Field!
Men's and Ladies Track and Field teams competed yesterday in the Woodridge Stars of Track and Field Invitational. There were many great performances by both guys and girls. Some of the most notable was a blazing 1st place in the 100 meter and 2nd in the 200 meter by Allure Johnson. Additional performances were a 5th in pole vault by Helena Esparza, 3rd in 100 meter by Haneef Abdus-Shahid, and a 2nd in high jump by Emmanuel Shouse. Tony Molina should also be applauded for a whopping 15 seconds PR in the 1600 meter!
Cross Country Player Meeting
For anyone interested in running Cross Country in the fall, there will be a brief meeting after school on Tuesday, May 10th at 2:45 in the Library. See Coach Murray or Coach Brewer for details.
Important Cheer Try Out Time Change!
Attention all students that are trying out for Roosevelt Cheerleading next week-All clinic times have been changed to 6:00 to 8:00p.m. That's Cheerleading tryout clinics Monday, May 2nd through Thursday, May 5th are now from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. at the Roosevelt Gym. Tryouts remain at the same time on Friday, May 6th when the gym opens at 3:00 and tryouts begin at 4:00.
Congratulations Track and Field
Congratulations to the Girl's and Boy's Track and Field teams on their victories over Barberton High School. The Riders travel to Copley Tuesday. Go Riders!
David Starkey Memorial Baseball Tournament April 22 & 23
The Rider Baseball team lost to league rival Barberton last night 5-3. They are back in action tonight in the David Starkey Memorial vs rival Ravenna! Please come out tonight to Kent State Schoonover Stadium for a 4:00 p.m. JV game and 7:00 p.m. Varsity game under the lights to support the boys!
Track Meet Moved to HOME Thursday, April 21!!!
Today's Varsity Track meet vs Barberton has been changed to a home meet. Come and support your Riders! Go Riders!
Congratulations to the Girl's and Boy's Track and Field
Congratulations to the Girl's and Boy's Track and Field teams on their victories over Revere High School. Good luck at the Walsh Relays this Friday and Saturday!
Rider Baseball Sweeps Bedford
The Rough Rider Baseball team swept a series with Bedford last night. Varsity won 14-6 and JV won 20-14. Also, congratulations to James Rubish for earning the Panini's Player of the Week for last week's pitching victory over Tallmadge!
Emilee Hartman RYFP!!!!!!
The Adam S. Hamilton Fitness Center where Roosevelt student athletes are training to RYFP ( Reach Your Full Potential).
Emilee Hartman faced her fears this week by getting over the plyometric box! Motivated by the one and only Emma Murphy!
April 15 Boys Track Roster in Athletic Office
The Boy's Track and Field roster for tonight's Walsh Relay meet is located in the Athletic Office.
Team Up for St. Jude at Boys Lacrosse 4/15
Rough Rider Lacrosse fans- It's your opportunity to come out to supports our Boys Lacrosse team and a great cause as they "Team Up for St. Jude" on April 15th against Archbishop Hoban High School! JV plays at 5:00 and Varsity at 7:00.


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Carolyn Haines has written several acclaimed mysteries, but here she mines much darker, more serious territory, resulting in a suspenseful, lyrical, passionate and literary crime novel.
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Chapter One
The black Cadillac convertible churned down the dirt road, whipping whirls of dust behind it. The car, low-slung and fast, disappeared behind a stand of dark pines, leaving the landscape unexplainably barren. In a pasture beside the road an old mule grazed on grass burned dry by a merciless sun. From the shadow of a leaning barn came the low of a cow. The car sped by them, almost a vision, leaving only the settling dust and the taste of scorched dirt.
Behind the wheel, Marlena Bramlett pushed dark sunglasses higher on a perfect nose. A white scarf protected her hair, except for her bangs, which bobbed in hair-sprayed curls on her forehead. The red-and-white striped shirt she wore hugged her breasts; darts emphasized her narrow waist. She drove as if her profile were the masthead on a ship.
Beside Marlena, standing in the middle of the seat, a six-year-old girl faced the wind. Brown pigtails, tipped with white bows, fluttered wildly behind the child.
"I see him!" Suzanna pointed up the road, her childish voice rising in excitement. "He's there. He's waiting for us."
"Sit down," Marlena told her daughter. "You act like a heathen."
"Will he have olives? The ones with the red things inside?" Suzanna bounced up and down on the seat.
"I don't know." Marlena passed the back of her hand over her forehead, smoothing the blond curls that, only half an hour before, had been pinned to lie just so.
"Big Johnny lives on a red dirt road, and he tastes like chocolate," Suzanna said.
"He gives you chocolate,"Marlena corrected. "And he thinks you're very smart. But that's our secret, remember? If you tell anyone, I mean anyone, you can never come with me again." The car fell into shadow as it entered a thick grove of pines. The road narrowed, and sand grabbed at the wheels.
"I won't tell." Suzanna glanced at her mother, hurt. "I'd never tell on you."
Marlena slowed the car, finally stopping. She pulled her daughter to her side. "I know you won't tell. You're the one who loves me best." She kissed Suzanna's cheek, then quickly brushed the fine dust from her daughter's skin. "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't bring you. Now let's make sure we look good." She turned the rearview mirror so she could check her ruby lipstick.
"Does Big Johnny really think I'm smart?" Suzanna twisted both pigtails in front of her chest. "He says I'm pretty, like you."
"Does he really?" Marlena's attention focused on the man half-hidden in the shadow of the car. She drove slowly abreast of the two-toned Chevy and stopped. The man sitting behind the wheel was tall, his black hair Bryllcremed back, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The ringless hand on the window was long and tanned, the nails neat. One finger thumped a rhythm.
"You're late," he said.
"I couldn't get away. Lucas brought someone home for lunch."
Suzanna felt the tension between the two adults. Big Johnny was angry. He looked hot, inside and out. His olive skin was slick with heat, his black eyes burning. If Johnny acted ugly to her mother, Marlena would be upset for days.
"I can count to a hundred," Suzanna said.
"I'm sorry we're late," Marlena said. "I came as quickly as I could."
"We brought some iced tea," Suzanna said. Big Johnny loved iced tea. She held up the heavy gallon jar, lemons floating on top and ice rattling against the glass. "I've got glasses, too. And Mama dug worms for me." At last she had Big Johnny's attention.
"You brought worms?" His voice strained in an effort to be jolly. "Worms for Susie-Belle-Ring-o-ling." Big Johnny got out of the car, his white teeth showing in a false smile. In his hand he carried a leather satchel. He went around to the passenger door and got in. Suzanna stood on the seat between the two adults, feeling suddenly trapped. Marlena put the car in gear and slowly drove away.
"I've missed you," Marlena said, her hands on the wheel and her gaze on the dirt road that wound ahead of them through the pine forests. "Where've you been?"
"Up to Mendenhall and Magee, Collins and Hattiesburg. I had to take Lew's route when he came down with the fever. I would have called, but I can't." His voice was bitter. "Your husband might answer the phone."
Marlena glanced at him, and Suzanna saw the pleading in her eyes. "I'm sorry. That's just the way things are."
"I'm tired of the way things are." Big Johnny stared straight ahead, his voice low.
Suzanna leaned against the seat. She could feel the hot leather, now dust-coated. She didn't like it when her mother and Big Johnny were angry. She liked it when they laughed and teased each other, then her mother's blue eyes sparked and she was beautiful and alive. When they were angry, the fun left her mother and only the hard, cold shell of her body was there.
"Mama said we could go fishing today," Suzanna said. Usually Big Johnny liked it when they went fishing.
"I don't have time." Big Johnny's voice was punishing.
"Please, Johnny." Marlena turned to him. "I made an excuse to stay out for three hours. It's hard for me to find that much time away."
"I feel like I'm renting you. Watch the road," he snapped.
"Don't say things like that."
"That's the reality. I feel cheap." Johnny pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the air from the moving car pushing the smoke behind them. His laugh was harsh. "Isn't that the best? I feel cheap. I want more, Marlena."
There was a long silence that made Suzanna furious. She hated Big Johnny and she hated her father. They were stupid jackasses. She'd learned that word at school, and she was proud of it.
Finally, Marlena spoke. "I don't have more to give right now, Johnny. If you'd like, I can take you back to your car."
Suzanna watched the corner of her mother's mouth, the tiny tuck in the lips and flesh. Her chin was trembling and in a moment her mother would be crying. In a flash of fury, Suzanna turned on the man beside her. "I hate you!" She drew back her foot and kicked, catching the man in the ribs. He made a strange sound and leaned forward.
"Suzanna!" Marlena slammed on the brakes and put the car into a skid. The Cadillac turned sideways, wheels making the sound of tearing as they slewed through the sand.
"Goddamn it!" Johnny leaned across the seat and grabbed the wheel. He gave it a vicious jerk. The car swung heavy and fast, then righted itself and stopped in the center of the road. "You could have killed us all!" His arm was around Suzanna's legs, holding her as she braced her hands against the top of the windshield. "She would have been thrown out of the car if I hadn't caught her."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Marlena's head dipped to the steering wheel. "I don't know why I'm alive," she said. "I want to die."
"Mama!" Suzanna struggled free of the man's grip. "Mama, it's okay. Don't cry." She hugged her mother's shoulder and felt hatred again for the man beside her. She glared at him. "Fix it," she demanded.
Johnny got out of the car and moved around to the driver's side. Marlena slid over and leaned her face into Suzanna.
The car started smoothly and Johnny kept driving. He didn't turn around. He didn't say anything. He put one arm on the door and drove, the wind drying the sweat on his forehead.
Suzanna saw the shaded timber trail ahead even before Johnny slowed to turn. This was her favorite place to fish. The two-track road, wallowed out in mud holes, wound to the river. It was a slow, brown river with deep places darkened by rotting leaves and the trunks of trees caught in a swirl of currents and forever doomed to remain there. The day was hot enough to wade in the shallows, if her mother would let her. She couldn't swim. No one had time to teach her.
After the car stopped, Suzanna got the fishing pole from the backseat and the worms in a can from the floorboard. She hated threading the worm on the hook, but Big Johnny had taught her how to do it, and he would mock her if she acted squeamish. She took the cane pole and the can of worms to the bank of the river.
"What was the Indian tribe that lived on this river?" Johnny asked her as he lifted his satchel from the floorboard.
"The Chickasawhay Indians. They were Choctaws," Suzanna answered, unable to hide the thrill of being right. Every time they met, Big Johnny taught her something new, and then the next time he would quiz her on it. She always knew the answer, and she liked the way he smiled when she was right. "Mama, can I wade?"
Marlena walked to the edge of the river. About four feet from the bank a sandbar beckoned just below the surface of the lazy water. "No further than the sandbar," she said. "And wear the life jacket."
Suzanna's jaw locked into place. "I hate that thing. It stinks. I can't hold the fishing pole good. I won't---"
"Then sit on the bank." Johnny's voice bit into her complaint.
She was stunned. Big Johnny never talked to her that way. That was how her father spoke to her. "I want to go home," she said. She threw her pole to the ground. "I want to go home now."
"Baby, you can wade to the sandbar," Marlena said. She flashed a look at Johnny.
"I'm not wearing the life jacket." Suzanna dared them to defy her.
"Okay, but don't go any further than the sandbar." Marlena got the jar of tea and a blanket. Johnny picked up the picnic basket that was covered with a cloth on the floorboard of the backseat. "We're going to set up the picnic. We'll eat after you catch three fish. Remember, call out to us before you come, okay?"
Suzanna nodded. She liked for them to leave so she could be alone. She sat on the bank of the river and removed her Keds. They were brand new, the white rubber around the soles still pristine. She'd gotten them at Marcel's, the only clothing store in Drexel. The shoes had been a special present from her mother, something to wear for the rest of the summer.
She heard Johnny's deep laughter and the sound of her mother's squeal. They weren't angry anymore. She turned back to the water. She was going to catch a mess of bream, but first she had to bait the hook.
She got a worm from the can, gripping the writhing creature tightly. Johnny had told her to cut the worms in half with a piece of broken glass, but she didn't want to do that. She hooked the night crawler three times and threw the line into a dark pool by the bank. The red and white cork floated under a hanging branch where a huge fish swirled, hungry, in the dark water. Squinting her eyes against the glare on the water, she waited.
A copse of thick briars, dogwoods, privet, and huckleberry bushes hid her mother from view, but she could hear Marlena's low laugh, the soft sound of pleasure she made. Suzanna knew to stay away. Big Johnny wouldn't give her the treats he'd brought in his satchel if she disturbed them. Once, she'd asked her mother what they were doing. "I have a terrible pain, right here," her mother had said, taking her hand and putting it between her breasts. "Sometimes, Johnny can touch that spot and make it better."
Since that time, Susanna had worried that her mother would die. It was a fact that Marlena sometimes had trouble breathing in the woods. Susanna had heard her, more than once, heaving for air and making sharp noises in her throat as if a bone was stuck.
Suzanna's cork bobbed in the water and she jerked it, pulling up a five-inch bream. The silvery fish arched and bucked as it dangled from the hook. A tiny drop of blood oozed down the silver scales of its head, fluttering in the moving gills.
Johnny had taught her to put the fish on the ground and to step on it with her shoe so that the sharp dorsal fins couldn't prick her hand. Instead, though, she grasped the fish between her thumb and forefinger and worked the hook out of its mouth. There was a torn place below the bony structure of the lip. The fish opened and closed its mouth, gasping, losing the fight to live in the oxygen-rich air. She drew back her arm and threw the fish to the middle of the river. She'd lost her desire to catch dinner.
Putting her pole on the ground, she eased through the dead oak and sycamore leaves, finally dropping to her knees to crawl up to the huckleberry bushes. She'd promised never to do this. Had promised to keep all of this a secret from everyone, especially her father. Now her mother and Big Johnny were quiet. There was the sound of a long sigh, an exhale of contentment. She knelt at the base of the bushes and worked her hand into the dense foliage. When she pulled the lower branches aside, she saw her mother leaning against a tree trunk. Big Johnny's head was dark against the pale white of her mother's stomach and thighs. Her large breasts tipped toward his face, and as Suzanna watched, Big Johnny took one nipple in his mouth. Her mother tilted her head back, exposing the long, white throat that she covered each night with a milky lotion.
"My God, that feels good," Marlena said.
"Let me show you what feels better," Johnny said, his voice strangely full. He sat up and pulled her farther down the blue picnic cloth.
Suzanna gasped.
Big Johnny's head came up, coyote eyes narrowed as he scanned the undergrowth. "Where's that kid?" he asked. He rose to his knees. He still wore his pants but was shirtless. "If she's not at the riverbank fishing, I'm going to give her the spanking she's needed for the last five years."
Suzanna backed out of the shrub and ran to the riverbank. She snatched up her baitless hook and threw it into the water, the splash of the cork sounding just as a limb crackled behind her.
Big Johnny didn't say anything. She felt him standing behind her on the bank, towering over her. Suzanna kept her gaze focused on the water, thinking how the submerged sandbar was exactly the shape of her mother's rounded hip.
Behind her another stick crackled. There was a grunt and the sound of someone crashing down the bank. She started to turn, intending to confront Big Johnny and tell him that she wanted none of the candy or bribes in his black satchel. She was going to tell her father about the fishing trips, and then Big Johnny would never dare to threaten her with a spanking again. Defiant, she turned, one pigtail brushing across her chest. She opened her mouth to speak.
A hand covered her mouth, the grip so hard it felt as if her jaw would pop out of place. Another hand grabbed her hair and snatched her off the ground. The cry that was smothered in her throat was part rage and part fear. She struggled against the cloth sack that was thrust over her head, and when she choked and sneezed at the flour that invaded her eyes and nose and mouth, she heard laughter.
"She's a little hellcat," a man said. She didn't recognize the voice.
"Shut up and bring her." Another man she didn't know spoke. Where was Big Johnny? Where was her mother?
And then she was lifted, her back pressed to the man's chest, his arm around her, squeezing too tightly. She started to scream, to cry out for her mother, but the cry was choked back in her throat by the cruel fingers of the man who held her. She flailed her arms and legs, finally jamming her heel as hard as she could into the man's crotch. He doubled over in pain, but his grip didn't loosen.
"You little bitch," he ground into her ear.
The other man laughed. "Shut her up," he said. "We don't want the brat to spoil our surprise."
Copyright © 2006 by Carolyn Haines
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I would give this 3.5 stars for the ending, but I enjoyed the book overall, so I bumped it to a 4. Haines did a wonderful job depicting the south and racial influences of the past. Though highly disturbing at times because our world has become so modern when it comes to bi-racial relationships, the detail in writing is what took me back to a place in time where these kind of incidences occurred. I feel let down by the ending; the story was stopped very short; almost as if the writer was on a deadline and just had to put words on paper to turn it in and publish it. I would hope for a sequel to answer some questions and perhaps focus on the new relationship that begun between Jade and Frank.
When I finished this book, I wanted something I usually avoid...a sequel. The characters are so well developed they seem real and you want to know more and more about them. Good job, Ms. Haines. I really, really liked this one, and will now read the Bones series.
Having long been a fan of Haines' "Bones" mystery series, I was excited to get my hands on Penumbra. And WOW, I was not disappointed. This was a much darker story that illustrated in heart breaking clarity the oppressive and stifling environment the 1950's deep South could be. Forbidden love, societal pressures, intense savagery born from hate and greed, gripping suspense....it's all in here and I was deeply affected by the strength and courage of some characters contrasted to the cowardice and pure ugliness of others. In all honesty I wasn't completely satisfied at the story's end because I was left wanting just a little more but I know that in reality there isn't always the "happily ever after" that we all tend to hope for. Ms. Haines definitely has a talent with words and creating characters that I can really grab ahold of. This story may haunt me for a while.
I don't know why the first two reviewers either disliked this book or were lukewarm about it. I loved it, though the beginning was a bit slow. It was a mystery, but what I loved most about the novel were the well-developed characters. The story is set in 1952 Mississippi, with characters both white and black, with the central character a mulatto woman, Jade. I felt that the meshing of all the characters, various secrets, and the various mysteries that came together in the end were all well done. I do agree with one other reviewer that felt the ending was a bit rushed and disappointing. It more or less begged for a follow-up novel to settle some of the ragged ends and questions you were left with. That would be my only problem with this book, but it was well worth the read, even though it is not light and fluffy like Haines' 'Bones' series.
This book is great! Eventhough the subject of the book is sometimes taboo, Haines' characters and setting rang true for me. Black and white relations in the South had to clash somewhere and this book is it. The mystery and supernatural elements of the story kept me going until the very end. I can't wait for the sequel ( and I told the author so). This book could very well be a 5 star rating if there is a follow up but by itself, it leaves me to wonder at the end.
In the 1950s in Drexel, Mississippi, the color barrier remains rigidly in place with each race understanding their sphere. Jade Dupree is raised by her black adopted parents, Jonah and Ruth, although her biological mother is the very socially powerful white Lucille. Jade¿s half sister Marlena is married to the wealthiest and most powerful figures in town, Lucas Bramlet. Marlena treats Jade like a servant paying her for services rendered including watching her daughter Suzanna. --- Marlena accompanied by Suzanna meets her lover, a traveling salesman, by the river. However, men wearing masks attack them. Marlena is rushed to the hospital while Suzanna has vanished. Jade is there watching over Marlena but her husband is at home waiting for a ransom.. Jade has to be careful as some whites feel she needs to be reminded of her place and she has to be careful of the Peeping Tom who is stalking her. --- Carolyn Haines known for her lighthearted amusing paranormal mysteries has taken a 180 degree turn around with this dark foreboding historical suspense thriller. Readers see how bad things can get for Blacks living in a 1950¿s deep South small town even for a woman who could easily pass as white. The audience becomes absorbed with the historical tidbits, but soon the question of who assaulted the mother and daughter takes center stage especially in light of a spouse who does not seem to care what happens to his wife and daughter and whether Jade faces retribution for breaking the color barrier. Ms. Haines writes a strong period piece. --- Harriet Klausner
Twists & turns. Shocking reveals, sad, held my interest. 238 pages
Highly recommend!!
This is one of the best books I have read in some time. The characters were well developed and interesting. The plot was exciting from beginning to end. The writing was great. I have nothing bad to say. It was a great read and I highly reccomend it.
This mystery was a good read. It is set in the post WWII segregated south which adds depth to the story.
Post World War II, Jade Dupree owns her own beauty shop and is also the undertaker's assistant in the small Southern town of Drexel, Mississippi. Jade is half-black, her white mother Lucille Longier having handed her over to her black handyman and his wife to raise. Jade's white half-sister Marlena is married to Lucas Bramlett, the wealthiest man in Drexel. Although Jade's skills as a hairdresser are sought after by the rich, white women of Drexel, she understands she will never be considered anything but black and these women are not above pointing this out. When Marlena is brutally raped and her daughter disappears, Jade begins to spend time with her sister, hoping to find out who raped her and where her daughter is. Sheriff's deputy Frank Kimble is investigating the case and he and Jade share an attraction for one another which Frank is more than willing to pursue but Jade reluctant. Haines excels at portraying the temperamental atmosphere of a small Southern town's racial infrastructure. There is a melancholy cast to the story, told from Jade's point of view, that brings to heart the biases blacks faced during that era, as well as the prejudices some held against whites and their own race. The mystery isn't a complex one and more tertiary to the story than the complexities of and interactions between characters.
Ms. Haines has done it again. A Southern murder mystery set in a time period of the past. I recommend this book highly.


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The best weather in several years, including the first day of time trials, the first driver fatality in nine years, the four mph increase in the qualifying record, the four-car crash just a few seconds before the start of the race and, perhaps most of all, the unbelievably close finish for first place between Gordon Johncock and Rick Mears were the outstanding attractions at the Speedway this year.
On Friday morning, May 14th, at 9:30, I left home to begin my trip to the Speedway to see the first day of time trials. My mother came to the house to babysit John and Paul so that I could go.
I stopped at her house before I left town and ran into a former high school classmate of mine, Don Aldrich, who was doing some repair work on the house of mother and dad's neighbor, Eleanor Berry. We hadn't seen each other for several years, and we visited with each other until 10:15.
I traveled old Route 36 to Decatur, where I arrived at about 11:15. I continued east on Route 36 until I arrived at the Chrisman intersection at 12:28. It felt good to get out of the car and stretch my legs and arms.
There were a few dinner patrons in the Colonial Kitchen and the usual table of farmers drinking their coffee. My snack was a barbecue sandwich and a cup of coffee, which tasted good and refreshed me somewhat. I used the restroom, paid the bill, and at 12:50 began the second leg of my journey to the Speedway.
The bright, pleasant weather made driving a pleasure, and I enjoyed seeing the emerging farm crops and green trees along the highway. The traffic grew increasingly heavy as I approached Indianapolis, and at 2:28 I stopped at the Lynhurst Drive intersection and filled the gas tank. I drove north on Lynhurst until I came to 16th Street. From there, I drove east to Georgetown Road, north on Georgetown to 30th Street, and east to the Speedway entrance. The traffic was bumper to bumper all the way but moved quite well, and it was 3:00 on the minute when I turned off the engine in the museum parking lot.
My first stop was the museum building. It was busy inside with wall-to-wall people in the gift shop and a steady line going into and out of the display area of race cars. The ticket office had an occasional customer, but since all race tickets had already been sold, the business was slight. I wanted to get my gifts for Dixie and the boys bought early, but I was frustrated in trying to find quality merchandise at reasonable prices and decided to wait until I checked in other gift shops before buying anything.
There was a carnival atmosphere everywhere with thousands of persons shopping, touring the museum, playing football, baseball, and volleyball in the infield, eating, and of course, watching the practicing race cars on the track. The weather was almost perfect with a warm but not hot sun and very little breeze. I walked to the intersection where the hospital is located and then to the garage area. Activity was at a high pitch with cars being pushed both to the pit area and back to the garages.
A crowd of several hundred occupied the Tower Terrace and pit areas as pit crews, mechanics, and drivers worked diligently to get the most out of their cars. Having rested my feet for a few minutes, I decided to take a stroll to the first turn area and see the new seating area which was installed there last year. The area was filled with young people dancing to loud rock music, smoking, drinking beer, and having a good time.
I returned to the pit area for a few minutes to watch the activity and then shopped in the gift shops behind the Tower Terrace area for a while. After much deliberation, I chose four gifts which I hoped would be liked when I arrived home.
With that job done, I went back to the pit area and stayed there until 6:00 when the gun sounded ending all racing activity on the track until the following morning.
The frolicking crowd seemed in no hurry to leave its big playground, as attested to by loitering around and trying to get one last look at everything. By the time I arrived at my car, the parking lot was almost vacated. Getting onto 16th Street and then Crawfordsville Road was no problem, and a few minutes later I was at the MCL Cafeteria in the Speedway Shopping Center.
The waiting line was long, but it moved quickly. By the time I arrived at my table, I had acquired a meal of chicken and noodles, beets, chunky potatoes, cornbread, tossed salad, Pepsi-Cola, and water. Everything tasted fine, and when the food was gone I felt much better.
When I left the cafeteria, I walked off some of my fullness by walking through the shopping center. I bought my fried chicken dinner for Saturday at the Kroger store and a thermos bottle at Horn's Drug Store. By now, dusk was beginning to settle, so I decided to go to the motel.
It was about 8:30 when I arrived at the Holiday Inn at Lebanon. Since I had already paid for my room, all I had to do was sign the guest registration card, get my key, and go to my room, which was on the second floor adjacent to the Holidome. I made a quick check to see that everything in the room worked and then took a stroll through the motel. The Holidome, bar, and restaurant were all doing a good business.
When I went back to my room, I read some of the newspapers and a magazine I had brought, watched the 10:00 news, did a little more reading, and at about 11:30 retired for the night.
My alarm clock did its job between 5:30 and 5:45 Saturday morning to start a long day for me. I lay in bed for a couple of minutes, then got up and got cleaned up so that I could start the day properly. Now it was time for breakfast at the motel restaurant.
It was about 6:15 when I arrived at the restaurant, where I had a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, orange juice, and coffee. The food and service were both excellent, and I felt much better when I left. The size of the crowd had increased steadily while I was there, and I think the majority of them were going to the Speedway.
Before leaving for the Speedway, I returned to my room to brush my teeth and pick up my supplies to take with me.
It was about 7:30 when I arrived at the Speedway. I came into the infield off Georgetown Road via the same entrance I used last year when I came with Dixie and the boys and also parked in about the same location. The size of the crowd increased as I got closer to the Tower Terrace and garage area, where I meandered for a couple minutes before finding a seat.
There was much activity to watch as both the human and race car population in the pit area increased. I managed to get some of the morning paper read between PA announcer Tom Carnegie's announcements and the 8:30 start of practice.
A new rule was implemented this year. Odd-number cars practiced then even-numbered ones, and then all of them together for a few minutes. The pre-qualifying ceremonies started at 10:15, and at 11:00 the track was opened for qualifications.
Kevin Cogan was the first driver out and, as expected, did a fine job with a 204.082 mph average and a high lap of 204.638 mph, both of which were new records. The records didn't last long, however, as Cogan's teammate, Rick Mears, in the Penske Gould Charge, was next on the track, and his first lap was 206.801 mph. His second lap was faster, and the third lap was his fastest at 207.612 mph. The four lap average speed was an almost unbelievable 207.004 mph.
Roger Mears, Gordon Johncock, Bobby Rahal, Johnny Rutherford, Danny Ongais, Howdy Holmes, and Danny Sullivan all made qualifying runs. While Sullivan was being interviewed on the PA system, Gordon Smiley went out for his practice laps prior to his qualifying run.
Going through the third turn on his second practice lap, he lost control and crashed into the outer wall almost head-on. Upon impact, the car exploded into several pieces. Gordon was thrown several feet through the air and onto the track and received immediate fatal injuries.
The crash caused damage to the track and so it was necessary to close the track until the needed repairs were performed. Before qualifying resumed, Jerry Sneva and Don Whittington made test runs in their cars to see if the track was fit for use.
The long intermission came at an appropriate time for most people to eat their dinner without missing any of the action on the track. I was one of those persons and my fried chicken and rolls tasted real good. It had been a long time since I ate breakfast. The intermission also provided a chance to stretch the arms and legs and walk around for a while.
After the test driving by Sneva and Whittington, race officials checked the affected area again and at 2:32, the track was reopened for qualifying. Pancho Carter qualified easily at 198.950 mph, and then Mario Andretti put the No. 40 STP Wildcat solidly in the field with a 203.172 mph average.
Al Unser qualified at 195.567 mph, which was quite disappointing and indicative of the trouble his crew had been having with the car.
Don Whittington made the show with an impressive 200.725 mph run, and rookie Chip Ganassi also looked good with a 197.704 average. Chip was followed by another rookie, Mexican Hector Rebaque, who put the Forsythe-Brown March machine in the field with a 195.684 average.
Herm Johnson put his Eagle Chevy in at 195.929 mph, and then Bill Whittington joined the 200 mph club with a 201.027 trip around the track.
Tom Sneva had a fine, although disappointing, average of 201.027 mph. His first lap was over 203 mph, but the other three were quite slower.
A few minutes later, a cheer came from the fans as AJ Foyt went onto the track. He made a fine showing with a 203.332 mph average and two laps over 204 mph. Only the Penske cars qualified faster.
Rookie Chip Mead qualified his entry at 193.819 mph, but that proved to be too slow and he was bumped. Jerry Sneva and Geoff Brabham took practice runs but weren't up to qualifying speed, and they came in without taking the green flag. There were no more attempted qualifications, and at 6:00 the track was closed. It was an exciting day with 17 completed runs, only one of which would not start the race.
I arranged all my belongings in my tote bag and started my walk back to the car. The traffic was heavy but moved well. Unfortunately, when I exited the tunnel under the south chute, the police were making all cars go east instead of having one lane for each direction. I drove to the first street past the underpass and went north to 20th and then east to Lafayette Road. There I turned left and went to 30th Street where I turned left again and went to Georgetown Road. There I turned left and went south to 25th Street, then west to the Speedway Shopping Center.
It was between 6:30 and 6:45 when I arrived at the MCL Cafeteria, and although there was a long waiting line, it moved quickly. For my supper, I chose turkey and dressing, cabbage, cornbread, corn, tossed salad, and Pepsi-Cola. It had been a long time since I had turkey and dressing and cabbage, and it tasted real good.
After supper I did some window shopping, and then at about 7:45 left for my trip to the motel, arriving at about 8:15. I took my equipment to my room and then took a stroll through the motel to see what was happening. The Holidome area, lounge, and restaurant were all quite busy.
I went back to my room and read some more of the magazines and newspapers I brought and then watched the 10:00 news. The station had good coverage of the activity at the Speedway, including on-the-spot coverage of the Gordon Smiley crash. When the news ended, I did some more reading and at about 11:00 took a hot bath and then went to bed.
I had a good night's sleep, and it was shortly after 6:30 when I awoke to begin the new day. I lounged around for a few minutes, then got cleaned up and ready to eat breakfast at the motel cafeteria.
Breakfast was the same as yesterday — scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, orange juice, and a pitcher of coffee. While waiting for the food, I read a little bit of the Indianapolis newspaper, which was full of articles and pictures of yesterday's time trials. By the time I left, several more race fans had come in and were reading their newspapers while waiting for their breakfast.
With that important job done, I went back to the room, brushed my teeth, got everything packed and taken to the car, and then went back and checked everything to be sure I hadn't left anything. The only thing left to do was to turn in the room key at the registration desk, so I did that on my way out.
It was 9:30 when I left and drove out to catch I-65 going south to Indianapolis. The traffic moved well with no tie-ups, and shortly before 10:00 I reached the US 36 turnoff and turned right. Along the highway there were a few farmers doing field work and other persons cutting grass, but for the most part everything was pretty quiet.
I reached the state line about 11:15, and at 11:30 I stopped at the Colonial Kitchen. Unlike most years, it was not Mother's Day today, so I didn't have to worry about the large crowd of people converging here for dinner. There were several customers but nothing like the usual crowd.
My selection for a snack was coffee and a toasted cheese sandwich. The snack was refreshing, and after using the restroom and paying the bill, at 12:00 I took to the road again for the last leg of my trip.
The fine weather and light traffic made for an enjoyable trip, and at about 1:15 I arrived at Decatur. A few minutes later I was through the city and onto old US 36. It was 2:30 when I pulled into my driveway and finished my trip.
I gave Dixie and the boys their presents and then unpacked my suitcase. Another safe, enjoyable trip to the Speedway was completed.
During the morning of Saturday, May 29th, I did several little jobs around the house to get it cleaned up. Dixie and the boys had gone to Mohrs' for the weekend, so I wanted to be sure of coming home to a clean house. I checked and rechecked my list of items to take and then put my equipment in the trunk of the car. I didn't want any mail left in the mailbox, so I waited for the mailman, who came at about 11:40. I scanned the mail for anything that needed immediate attention, and then at 11:47 left the house for my 28th trip to the race.
It was about noon when I left town on Sangamon Avenue and Camp Butler Road and then caught Old Route 36 at Riverton. As I was leaving the Riverton area, I almost had my first wreck in race trip history. A car coming from I-72 did not stop at the stop sign and just slowed somewhat. I quickly swung to the left to avoid being hit broadside. Fortunately, there was no car coming at me from the other lane of Old Route 36. Otherwise, I may have had a head-on collision, as all my attention was focused on the car coming at me from the right. When I got back to my side of the road, my heart felt as if it was beating through my chest, and it didn't return to normal until I reached Dawson.
I stayed on Old Route 36 all the way to Decatur, where I arrived about 12:45. Traffic was heavy on Eldorado Street as it usually is when I go through town, and it was about 1:00 when I left there.
The drive from here to Chrisman was real pleasant, as it usually is. The straight road, pleasant weather, and moderate traffic combined to make an enjoyable early afternoon trip for me.
It was between 1:30 and 1:45 when I went through Tuscola, and at 2:16 I arrived at the Colonial Kitchen. Business was light with only a dozen or so customers. I ordered a barbecue sandwich and cup of coffee. It was just a little snack, but it tasted fine and would hold me over until supper. I used the restroom, paid the bill, and at 2:37 started my trip to Danville.
The traffic through the little towns was heavy, and when I reached Danville I took I-74 and went east until I reached exit 220, which went to the motel, where I arrived at 3:18.
This was the first time I stayed at the Ramada Inn, and the parking lot was almost empty. I had mailed in my money for confirmation of my first night's stay, so all I had to do was register at the front desk. From there, I went to my room and checked to see that everything worked okay. I was particularly interested in seeing if channel 17 came in clear on the TV set so I could see the telecast of the race the following night.
Everything checked out okay, so then I took a tour of the motel facilities. It had many more facilities than the old Danville Inn, where I had stayed for the last six years. There was a wedding reception taking place in the main ballroom. It was a big event with live music, refreshments, and a large, noisy crowd in attendance.
I went back to my room and watched the Chicago Cubs baseball game for a few minutes and then got cleaned up and ready to go out for supper. The road along the east side of the motel went north and then west and became Vorhees Avenue.
My first stop was the Famous Recipe Fried Chicken place. There I bought my Sunday dinner, and then I drove to the Derby filling station and got the gasoline tank filled. With those two important jobs done, I drove a couple blocks to George's Buffet for supper.
For supper, I had potatoes, lettuce salad, corn, cornbread, chicken livers, rolls, cake, and coffee. Everything tasted real good, and I had second helpings of almost everything. It was one of the best meals I could have eaten anywhere for the price, which was less than five dollars.
The supper gave me a feeling of fullness, and I returned to my motel room feeling as if I couldn't eat anything for quite some time. Attendance at the motel had increased considerably since my arrival a few hours ago. The swimming pool, restaurant, lounge, and lobby all were well-populated.
When I arrived back at my room, I arranged all my equipment in my tote bag so that it would be ready in the morning, and then read some of the newspapers and magazines I had brought with me. At 10:00, I watched the news on one of the Indianapolis stations. There were highlights from the 500 Festival Parade, the drivers' meeting, and fans frolicking around the Speedway area in anticipation of the 5:00 opening bomb, plus the all-important weather forecast.
With the latest news fresh in my mind, I did a little more reading and shortly after 11:00 decided it was time to call it a day. I set the alarm for 4:00 and turned off the lights. As usual, the night before the race I had trouble going to sleep, partly because of the excitement of the race and partly because I feared the alarm clock wouldn't work. I finally dozed off, only to be awakened at 1:00 by a crowd of young, loud partygoers about four rooms from mine. Their merriment lasted about 30 minutes, and luckily I went back to sleep.
Less than three hours later the alarm clock did its job, and at 4:15 I was awake again, this time to stay. It was Sunday, May 30th, 1982 — race day at Indianapolis.
I lay in bed a couple minutes and then got up and washed, shaved, and dressed. A few minutes before 5:00, I left for the motel restaurant to be sure I was there when it opened for business. I was happy to see there wasn't a long line of customers.
At 5:00, the hostess opened the doors for business and showed the customers to their seats. It was a buffet breakfast, and I had pancakes with syrup, bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice, and coffee. It was one of the best race-morning breakfasts I ever had, and I ate enough to make sure it would be several hours until I needed to eat again. The price was less than $5, which I thought was real reasonable. I went back to my room to brush my teeth and then checked to see that I had my tote bag. I then left the room and went to the parking lot.
It was 5:38 when I backed out of my parking space and started my trip to the Speedway. I got onto I-74, and a few seconds later I was in Indiana. I turned on the radio and listened to Indianapolis station WIBC with its usual excellent coverage of activity at the Speedway. It gave periodic traffic reports plus reports of what had been happening during the practice and time trial sessions and what might be expected during the race. It was a pleasant way to pass the time away as the miles rolled by.
I saw many out-of-state license plates, and I'm sure almost all of them were going where I was going. It was 7:00 when I reached the I-465 intersection and the traffic slowed to a crawl. The bank parking lot at the Lynhurst intersection was already full, so I kept moving and parked in a private lot about a block away. It was 7:30 to the minute when I turned the key off to finish the trip. I had made it.
I paid the parking attendant my $5 fee and started my walk to the Speedway. There were the usual sights to be seen — people, beer cans, cars, cameras, Styrofoam ice chests, and other items by the dozens. It was about 8:15 when I walked through one of the main entrance turnstiles. Now I had to contend with an even larger crowd of people on my way to my seat. By the time I reached the tunnel entrance to the infield, a person could hardly raise an arm. This condition improved considerably when I arrived on the infield and open space.
The area behind the Tower Terrace area was alive with pre-race activity. The garage area was attracting hundreds of fans as the cars were being pushed from here to the pit area. One of those I was able to see was the pole position Gould Charge car of driver Rick Mears. Owner Roger Penske was alongside as the crew pushed the car to its assigned pit area. I strolled around observing for a while the many sights and sound of pre-race activity, and then I decided to go to my seat, where I arrived about 9:15.
It felt good to get off my feet for a few minutes. There was activity aplenty along the straightaway as the thousands of seats slowly became occupied, as did the pit area with pit crews, race officials, and just interested viewers.
When I felt rested, I started my walk behind the pit area, hoping to get some pictures of race cars and celebrities I might recognize. There were several race cars I recognized but not many celebrities. Pit crews and mechanics were busy with last minute preparations of their cars. It was 9:45 when I started back to my seat, and while doing so announcer Tom Carnegie asked all pit crews to push their cars to their starting position on the race track. This brought a cheer from the spectators as the prerace activities shifted into high gear. The Purdue University band also played the first of the prerace songs, On the Banks of the Wabash.
Between 10:00 and 10:30, the usual parade of 500 Festival Princesses and TV and movie personalities toured the track. Among the celebrities were Indiana native Phil Harris and Merle Olson, star of the TV show Father Murphy and former player with the Los Angeles Rams.
Among the highlights of the pre-race ceremonies was a parade lap driven by the race winners of 30, 25, and 20 years ago in their winning cars. These drivers were, in order, Troy Ruttman, Sam Hanks, and Rodger Ward. In addition, Fred Agabashian drove his pole-winning car from 1952. I thought this was a good idea and showed the change in car design during the last 30 years.
At 10:20 pit crews were allowed to run their engines for five minutes to catch any last-minute malfunctions, and at 10:30 chief steward Tom Binford made a final inspection trip of the track and said it was ready for racing.
The huge crowd rose in unison at 10:40 as the national anthem was sung by Louis Sudler, former singer with the Chicago Civic Opera, and played by the P.U. band.
A minute or so later, the crowd rose again for the invocation, which was given by Rev. James Bonke, pastor of the local Church of the Nativity. This was followed immediately by the playing of Taps by the Armed Forces Color Guard as an act of homage to war dead in keeping with the solemnity of Memorial Day.
Now came the traditional final song of the pre-race ceremonies, Back Home Again in Indiana. As the band finished its work for this year, thousands of multi-colored balloons were released from a tent behind the control tower.
The tension and excitement reached their zenith a minute later when Mary Hulman, Speedway Board Chairman, gave the traditional command, "Gentlemen, start your engines!"
The crowd erupted in cheering and applause as the engines came to life. About a minute later, the pace cars pulled away. The first one was driven by Tony George, and he was accompanied by his mother, Mari George, and Bob Forbes of the Speedway Radio Network. The second car was driven by GM VP Bob Stemple, and the third Chevrolet Camaro Z-28 was driven by 1960 race winner Jim Rathmann with USAC steward Bob Cassaday and ABC-TV commentator Jack Whittaker as his passengers.
The George and Stemple cars returned to the pit area after two trips as Jim Rathmann increased his speed a little bit. The cars weren't lined up as they should have been, and Malcolm and Barbara McKean, my race companions for the sixth consecutive year, were doubtful there would be a start the next time around unless they lined up real quickly.
With all eyes focused on the fourth turn, the pace car appeared and headed down the pit area. Rick Mears paced the field slowly, and starter Duane Sweeney had the green flag ready to wave the instant Tom Binford gave him the signal.
Suddenly, perhaps 100 yards from the starting line, confusion on a grand scale erupted violently. Second-place starter Kevin Cogan in the Norton Spirit suddenly veered to the right and struck AJ Foyt's car. It then spun around to the inside wall just behind Rick Mears and directly in front of Mario Andretti. Mario had no alternative but to tee-bone Cogan's car, which he did on its left side. The collision caused Andretti's car to spin backwards toward the starting line. Cogan's car spun again back to the outside wall and stopped facing south.
Further back in the field, rookie Dale Whittington lost control and collided with another rookie, Roger Mears. Whittington's car stopped nose-first against the inside wall directly in front of me.
The reaction of the crowd was shock and disbelief. Nobody, including me, could believe what was happening. The race hadn't even started and already four cars had been eliminated.
The red flag was displayed, and the remaining cars returned to their pits. Emergency crews cleaned up the mess and then the cars were lined up again in their starting positions.
The pace car led the field again, and this time the green flag come out for a good start. For the first time in his 25-year career at Indy, AJ Foyt jumped into the lead at the start. At the end of the first lap, he was 1.5 seconds ahead of Mears. The remainder of the first 10 included Gordon Johncock, Tom Sneva, Bill Whittington, Don Whittington, Pancho Carter, rookie Danny Sullivan, rookie Chip Ganassi, and Johnny Rutherford.
Foyt's first-lap speed was 194.342, almost nine mph faster than the previous record set by Danny Ongais in 1978. AJ continued his fast pace until he made his first pit stop on his 23rd lap. By then, he had made new records for 2, 4, 10, and 20 laps.
The leaders at 20 laps were Foyt, Johncock, Mears, Sneva, Don Whittington, Carter, Ongais, Bill Whittington, Rutherford, and Al Unser.
Meanwhile, Josele Garza and Geoff Brabham had been forced out of the race. Garza completed only one lap before encountering disabling engine trouble. After his outstanding rookie year last year, nothing seemed to go right for Josele this year. He had engine problems all month long and couldn't qualify until the last day. Now he was finished before he had hardly started.
Like Garza, Brabham had an excellent rookie year last year and finished fifth in the race. He had a fine qualifying speed of 198.906 mph this year, but he ran only 12 race laps before engine trouble eliminated him.
Foyt lost the lead momentarily when he made his first pit stop, but he regained it and led laps 27-35. Mears finally got around AJ and led for six laps until the first yellow flag of the race was shown.
Coming down the front straightaway, Tony Bettenhausen lost control when a half shaft broke. He spun several times and hit the outside wall three times before stopping against the inside wall just south of me. Tony was uninjured, but the car left much debris to be picked up by emergency crews before the green flag could be shown again.
The caution period brought on the second wave of pit stops as Tom Sneva worked his way into the lead, which he maintained through the 59th lap. At 50 laps the standings were Sneva, Johncock, Mears, Foyt, Carter, Ongais, Don Whittington, Jerry Sneva, Bill Whittington, and Rutherford.
In the meantime, Dennis Firestone and Pete Halsmer had been forced from competition. Firestone's car had a broken ring gear after 37 laps, and Halsmer was done for the day with transmission trouble. With the race a quarter gone, 24 cars were still going.
Sneva led laps 42-59 but Mears had been gaining on him, and on lap 60 Mears passed Tom for the lead. He had led for three laps when the yellow light came on because of trouble in the second turn.
Danny Ongais, running in fifth position, crashed into the outside wall and then slid into the infield. Rookie Chet Fillip slowed to avoid hitting Ongais, and he was hit by Jerry Sneva. Jerry spun into the infield and was out of the race, as were Ongais and Fillip, although Fillip was able to drive his car to the pit area before retiring it. The Ongais car was damaged quite heavily, but Danny got out of the car by himself, which was a much better situation than his bad crash a year ago.
The yellow flag brought about several pit stops, including AJ Foyt. As his car was being serviced, fuel was accidently spilled into the cockpit. The fuel settled into both the car's and Foyt's seats. It went through his uniform and irritated his skin. He loosened his seat belt and shoulder harness to get out of it and then stopped again his next time around. His crew threw some cold water into the cockpit and AJ returned to competition.
The green flag came out again as Mears completed his 71st lap. He was in the lead now and stayed there through the 94th lap. At 80 laps, the first five positions were held by Mears, Sneva, Johncock, Carter, and Foyt. AJ was running strong again and in the last few laps had passed Rutherford, Unser, and Hector Rebaque to get up to fifth position.
The caution flag come out again on the 96th lap when George Snider's car stalled and had to be towed in. George was finished for the day with transmission trouble.
Foyt pitted on his 92nd lap and again had trouble. He had to return on his 94th, 95th, and 96th lap. He and his crew worked feverishly on the car, but it proved hopeless. He was through for the day with transmission problems. He had done an excellent job while his car was running.
As the halfway mark passed under yellow because of the Snider tow-in, the first 10 cars were those of Johncock, Mears, Sneva, Carter, Rebaque, Rutherford, Unser, Bobby Rahal (a rookie), Sullivan, and Bill Whittington.
In the meantime, Tom Bigelow, starting in his ninth consecutive race, was done for the day with engine trouble and was awarded 18th place.
The green flag reappeared on the 103rd lap. Johncock held the lead until the 109th lap when Mears took it from him. Gordon started losing time and in a few laps was trailing Sneva and Carter as Mears increased his first place position.
As 120 laps, 300 miles, were recorded, the first 10 positions were held by Mears, Sneva, Johncock, Carter, Rebaque, Rutherford, Unser, Rahal, Sullivan, and Don Whittington. Back in the pit area, Mike Chandler, driving a Dan Gurney Eagle, was out of the race after 104 laps with gear box failure. He was the fastest qualifier on the third


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My family loved these fresh tasting, healthy enchiladas. Even my husband, who loves his food spicy, thought these were perfect and didn't even add salsa! I used only one chicken breast half, and added a can of kidney beans to stretch the protein. Added shredded lettuce and sour cream to top mine. I liked that they didn't have cheese inside the enchilada, keeping it healthy. Will leave in the oven a couple more minutes. They weren't quite hot enough. We will definitely have these again!
I made these enchiladas tonight for supper and I am very sorry to say they did not work well for us. The flavor was on the bland side and the spinach didnt seem to blend well. If the chicken had more flavor, maybe a package of taco seasoning, and was shredded I think it would have been nicer than having pieces of chicken. Also the cream cheese, spinach, tomato, and onion combined together with a bit of salsa added would have been nice. The spinach and enchilada sauce were the outstanding flavors and just did not taste well for us. Maybe I will try these again at a later time and tweak it a bit for our taste buds.
I used 10 flour tortillas.I also used 8oz cream cheese.I also added 1 tsp adobo seasoning to the filling and another 1/2 cup mexican cheese on top...These were Great..First time using flour tortillas for enchiladas..Most ask for corn tortillas..The spinach was a nice filler with the crisp red onion..I will be making these again...
I added another i/2 cup of cheese to the inside of the enchiladas and gave them a dash of New Mexico chili powder. I also used a package of frozen chopped spinach thawed and squeezed dry instead of fresh, Very quick and easy to make.
Delicious! Wish I could give you 10 stars! I added a little cilantro and taco seasoning when cooking the chicken. Used green enchilada sauce for the topping. Loved the fresh spinach and other ingredients in this recipe. Thanks for posting! M. Joan
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Delicious! I bought one of those all in one packets at the grocery store (like the taco bell or old el paso packets) that come w/the sauce, tortillas and seasoning. I still cooked everything as you instructed but I added the taco seasoning to the chicken. Came out great! Thanks!
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Community Resource Planning in Lutembe and Mabamba Bays, Uganda
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Two local conservation groups in Uganda; one in Lutembe bay (Lutembe bay Wetland Users Association) and one in Mabamba bay (Mabamba bay Wetland Eco-tourism Association) have been undertaking a resource planning activity to inform the development of Community Action Plans. A Community Action Plan is a statement of community's vision, values and intentions in relation to use and management of their natural capital.
The exercise which kicked off in November 2013 involved natural resource assessments through the use of Participatory Rural Appraisal (PRA) tools. The tools that were applied included; community resource map, resource access and timeline, and hazard mapping among others. Information collected ranged from seasonal climatic variability, resource access and control as well as the livelihood hazards exposure.
The PRA exercises which will culminate into Community Action Plans will inform the review of district wetland management plans under Uganda's Ministry of Water and Environment. Members of both Lutembe Wetland Users Association and Mabamba bay Wetland Eco-tourism Association majorly depend on natural resources for their livelihood. Therefore the exercise will not only enable the two communities to understand their status and current dependency on natural resources. But will also encourage better use and management of natural resources.
Nature Uganda, the BirdLife partner in Uganda, has been facilitating the process in both Lutembe bay and Mabamba bay under the "Empowering local communities for the conservation and sustainable development of birds and biodiversity of the Lake Victoria Basin" project. The project seeks to empower local conservation groups to successfully incorporate their development needs into natural resource management through capacity building, resource mobilization and policy influencing. The project is financed by the generous support of the A. V Jensen Foundation.
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As layups go, it doesn't get any closer to choosing a Big East player of the week than this week, as Teddy Bridgewater erased any and all doubt about who is the conference's best offensive player and, by extension, its best team.
Playing on a bum right ankle and with a fractured left wrist, Bridgewater — who did not practice, did not start and almost didn't play — lifted Louisville out of a 14-3 second-half hole Thursday night at Rutgers, throwing two touchdown passes to clinch the 20-17 win, a share of the Big East title and the conference's BCS berth.
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He completed 20 of 28 passes for 263 yards, and he was named Big East offensive player of the week for his efforts.
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Whirlpool seeks socioeconomic balance in its 2 southwest Michigan homes
The St. Joseph River divides Benton Harbor and St. Joseph. Existing in the gray space on both sides of the divide is Whirlpool Corp.
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Companies are under increasing pressure to create more diverse boardrooms, particularly by adding women, to reflect the makeup of the workforce. There's also mounting evidence that it's good for profits.
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The architect, whose work included the Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History, was the founder of the oldest minority-owned architecture firm in Michigan.
More than 100 students from Jalen Rose Leadership Academy in Detroit and Saline and West Bloomfield high schools last week graduated from the eight-week Ross Initiative in Sports for Equality curriculum.
Responding to an accreditation violation, the Detroit university created a diversity council that modified application rules and led to an increase in minority student acceptances for the 2016-17 school year.
Last week, metro Detroit said goodbye to former auto supplier executive Julie Brown, who brought important diversity to the auto supplier world starting in the 1980s.
Southwest Housing Solutions' Vista Partnership seeks to engage local residents, organizations, public-sector partners and businesses to revitalize a southwest Detroit neighborhood with economic opportunity and social equity.
After November's deadly terrorist attacks in Paris, a number of state governors, including Michigan Gov. Rick Snyder, made headlines for suggesting putting the brakes on accepting new immigrants from Syria.
The Michigan Office of New Americans in October created the Michigan International Talent Solutions program, focused on returning permanent work-authorized immigrants to the careers they once held in their home countries.
It's a little jarring. Of the 100 people deemed "most connected" in this exhaustive review of the connections of more than 9,000 Detroit-area business executives, 14 are African-American men or women. Twenty are women. Period.
Haifa Fakhouri, president and CEO of the Arab American and Chaldean Council, has a vision for Detroit — specifically, one square mile of the city. She believes as many as 5,000 Syrian families seeking refugee status could call NorthTown home and revitalize the blighted neighborhood.
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