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Chet Fitch was known for his sense of humor. He died in October at age 88, but 34 of his friends received Christmas cards from him with the return address "Heaven." It came out that Fitch had planned the after-death Christmas cards beginning twenty years ago by arranging for his barber to do the mailing.
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With all the commotion over the new PlayStation 3 coming out, it seems like various groups are taking full advantage of the long queues. Here are 3 groups squeezing some real lemonade out of this lemon-line situations (all shamelessly pulled from G4's fantastic blog TheFeed).
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There are two types of kids in this world: those who spend their time building towns and castles and LEGO cities on a hill, and those who spend their time trying to figure out how best to tear down those towns, castles and elevated civilizations. Need proof? Let me point you toward evidence A) the LEGO flamethrower, and B) the LEGO 8-barrel rubberband chain gun (be sure to check out the videos). While I do find the MacGuyver-ness of it all somewhat thrilling, I'm also afraid of what I've been arming my... READ ON
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I've seen guys attract women by doing Michael Jackson moonwalks in clubs, but I had no idea the dance-move worked on chicks across the Animal Kingdom. The bird in this video (the winged one) is a Central American species known as the Red-Capped Manakin, and man, can it move! Personally, I think the bird needs to lose the human, and take his solo show on the road, but that's just one man's opinion. Video via the ever-amusing... READ ON
I saw these great pics at TheCellar of La Tomatina, the tomato festival in Buñol, Spain. Apparently, 30,000 people flock to the event, which features music, parades, fireworks, a paella cook off, and one enormous tomato food fight. According to what I can see, the town seems to dump truckloads of overripe ammunition for the people to use. From Wikipedia:
Once it begins, the battle is generally every man for himself, but it is not uncommon for it to develop into girls vs. guys. Those who partake in this... READ ON
For some reason, one of the questions I'm asked most frequently in radio interviews is "So, your latest book claims the story about Catherine the Great dying while being a bit too intimate with a horse is actually a myth. So it's not really true?" And it's pretty funny because most of them seem disappointed to learn that it might be myth. So I explain that no, it's not true, but that she most likely still died in a pretty embarrassing way - while on the toilet.
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Reuters is reporting that five people were arrested in Donghai, China on Wednesday for organizing stripteases at funerals. Police were clued in to the unusual activity after two groups of dancers gave "obscene performances" at a farmer's memorial service. But why strippers? Far from simply putting the "fun" back in funerals, the disrobing actually served a specific purpose—to make sure that the deceased didn't go off to his grave in Willy Loman-style.
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It was announced today that Sandro has been signed will be coming to spurs next season, i dont know much about him, so i have two questions
1 Is he anygood....
2 Why do brazilians only have one name
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The one name bit is easy...they're usually known by one name becasue they're given 50 others to make up their full name (I don't think they even know their full names before their 15th birthday...and besides how you gonna fit all those names on the back of a shirt...look at that van vnegar of hassledunk geezer...ridiculous shirt...name looks like a horse-shoe pattern up the back of one arm across his back and down the other arm!!
Sandro...that'll do just nicely thanks...and if he stinks the place up...we'll soon be calling him Sandra!
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A Yahoo! User Mar 25, 2010 15:32 Flag
Morning all.
He may have only scored one goal for Internacional but what a goal!! Thats about all I found on YouToob!!
Born2Suffer Born2Suffer Mar 23, 2010 20:27 Flag
1. Apparently Yes
2. Maybe to help the mother remember who the father was.
Wicked, I know....but funny.
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A Yahoo! User Mar 23, 2010 20:45 Flag
Just been announced on the 'fishal' site.
How much though? In January a figure of 6m was being banded about. Last week I heard 8.5 and today I think the BBC quoted 10.5. Perhaps thats after all the add ons and bonuses but still quite a bit for a virtual unknown.
Oh well...in Harry we t..t..t..t..trust!
Lifted this off the net.....I'm not doing a Vito and claiming it as my own but I thought it might be useful....I particularly like number 7...funny!
10 Things You Probably Already Knew About Sandro
by Dan Fitch on March 23, 2010
Tottenham have played down the speculation surrounding whether we've signed Sandro or not, but with Internacional having announced that the deal has been done on their website, something is definitely brewing.
Here are 10 things you almost certainly already know about the Brazilian midfielder, who we have/haven't just signed.
10. Sandro's full name is Sandro Ranieri Guimarães Cordeiro and he is 21 years old.
9. He has one full cap for Brazil, having come on as a substitute in a World Cup qualifier against Chile last year.
8. Prior to becoming a full international, Sandro was the captain of the Brazil under 20 side.
7. Sandro is a big favourite of the Internacional fans, who sing the following ditty in tribute to him.
"Sandro scores the goals, Sandro scores the goals, Sandro scores the goals, so we will give him a cow, and he will milk it."
6. At 6ft 1″ tall, he is not a short arse.
5. His brother is a musician. All together now: "We know Sandro will play a blinder…"
4. Sandro will probably not be troubling our top scorers list, having only ever scored one goal for Internacional.
3. He wears the number 8 shirt at Internacional, which will hopefully be available for him to take over at Spurs next season.
2. If he signs for Spurs he will only be the third Brazilian to play for the club, following Gilberto and Heurelho Gomes.
1. There is a lack of good YouTube footage available of the player, which at least should tell us that we've bothered to scout him properly.
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Great post Jay although I am not sure how number 7 weighs up with number 4.
Presumably the fans have not actually sung the cow song too often (which is not going to even rival Cheryl Cole is it lets be honest) seeing as he has only scored once.
I am most definately another one who hopes this signals the end of Jenas. I wonder if O'Neil or The Special One are still interested?

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Grass Seeds and GS2 are MBOTMA sponsored youth workshops held in conjunction with the Winter Bluegrass Weekend. The groups meet for one session Friday night, two sessions on Saturday and one session Sunday morning. The kids then have the opportunity to show us all what they have learned with a concert on Sunday at 1:00.
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Grass Seeds is NOT just for beginners or little kids – or just the really talented kids. Students who can play a few common chords or fiddle a few tunes will fit in at Grass Seeds. For more experienced students who are at least 14, there is GS2, which includes advanced instrumental technique, 3- and 4- part vocal harmonies and improvisation.
The High 48s (thehigh48s.com), winners of the 2009 Rockygrass band competition, will return as instructors in 2016. Marty Marrone, Anthony Ihrig, Rich Casey, Mike Hedding and Eric Christopher will offer instruction on guitar, banjo, dobro, bass, mandolin and fiddle.
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just flipping through old dream journals…came across this one, it's a doozy:
Spring, a bunch of us out running. Running from Thor, who'd taken the form of a wolf — a giant wolf, white.
Somehow I realized that I was the one to be sacrificed.
Thor yelled out – "I'll take the new green!" which I knew to be me.
I ran up a tall tall tree and Thor started to come up after me.
I had no choice but to jump… …and I began to fly. Not all graceful, but hard n fast like a jet.
I realized that it had all been Thor's way of making me fly!
We flew to a boat and some other stuff happened.
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A Lot of Good Stuff
February 25, 2011 by jjosh
Ok, let's follow this path a little bit, and see what we're talking about as far as unlocking creativity.
First off, there was this short short film that I really wanted to make. Got an invite to submit a film to Moviehouse a few weeks ago, and so we made A Minor Revelation, which I have linked to before, but will do again for the sake of completeness.
A Minor Revelation from josh granger on Vimeo.
So that played at the Moviehouse film night, and there was a vote to see which of the 14 2-minute films would win. The vote was decided by applause, and we won, which was pretty exciting. Such a democratic way to vote too, it was a blast. What did we win, you ask? We won the first swing at the pinata they had for the rest of the party. So they handed me a big wooden stick, and told me to give it a go.
I took one crack at it, and decapitated the thing. Done. One blow. It was fun as hell. Someone got a great pic of it:
Then, it keeps going. Unbeknownst to me, friend HB and MRT made off with the head and hatched a whole plan to hit me like that scene with the horse's head in The Godfather. Last weekend was such a monster — we were out trying to see an event at 3:30am on Saturday morning, then had guests visit for Saturday & Sunday (and they are guests who like to drink), so it was late nights all round. Monday I knew I was staring at a full day of work, so really Sunday morning was the only time I had to try and sleep in, recover. Went to bed late Saturday night after a heavy round of drinking, so stoked to turn off the alarm and just sleep as long as I wanted…
And was awakened to the pinata head, and MRT filming me and giggling. When you watch this, look at me, look at how I'm hiding from the camera, I'm in so much pain, both physical and spiritual. All I want to do is hide.
I don't know if you caught it, but the only way I was able to get her to turn off the camera was by saying "You wouldn't want me filming you when you wake up in the morning." Because believe me, she wouldn't. Let's put it mildly and say she's not a morning person.
So she left me alone, and I was lying in bed, frying my brain because I couldn't get back to sleep after that crazy experience. My brain was on overdrive, and I hit on the idea that what we needed to do with our afternoon was to shoot a remake of that Godfather scene, shot-for-shot. And since MRT had put me through some pain that morning, I was pretty sure I was in a good place to demand that this happen.
We loaded up the scene from youtube, had it on the iphone, and made a shot-for-shot remake. It was a good time, 'cuz our friend who were visiting were tv folks too (an AP and an editor) so we all got really into it. Loaded it up, put the original sound under it, and AK who was staying with us dialed up an awesome sepia color-correct to try and match the original…it came out well…
But the real fun is with youtube doubler, which I have come across a number of times, and with which you can run the original and our remake at the same time to see how close we got…not bad for just an afternoon…you'll know it's in sync if the audio sounds normal (no echo)…if it won't sync up, try going to the original page, and if it still won't sync there, try hitting refresh a bunch…
Yeah, that's a lot of good stuff.
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Bleep – Dits & Dahs, Best of 2010
February 17, 2011 by jjosh
When I bought the latest Brian Eno record (which is fitfully awesome) I got on the mailing list for the Warp label (which is a CLASSIC electronic label), and they recently announced this competition they were running to mix your favorite tracks from 2010, and post it up to mixcloud where they'd judge it. I don't know why (I certainly have enough projects going on), but I decided to give it a shot…
So here's my mix of my favorite electronic tracks of 2010. Much like the band I'm rocking out with, these tracks favor an analog/digital mix of electro and organic sounds. Sounds pretentious, I know, but hopefully the mix fares a little better. Even if electronic music isn't typically your thing, you might wanna give it a spin, see how it works for you…
I don't have much hope for the competition — a week or so before the deadline I found out the first round to get to the top ten is based on how many plays the mix gets on this mixcloud service (basically a sneaky marketing way to spread the word about mixcloud), but I was close enough that I figured I would finish it…
I think it came out pretty well, give it a listen if you have time…good for background music while working…should enable you to get sh*t done…in a little bit I'll post a link to the file for download so you can have it in your library…
lemme know what you think…
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This Race is Amazing
February 12, 2011 by jjosh
We shot a short short film yesterday morning — remind me never again in one day to attempt to shoot a short, edit it, then watch the Superbowl, then finish the edit — and got it all polished up today. It came out pretty well, and was a blast to do. It's been ages since I've done a small film, shooting for no reason other than the fun of it. And this was actually even a bit above that as it was super simple narratively, but we did rent a bunch of equipment (7D! doorway dolly!) from rental places in Manhattan to make it look really good. And I think it does. Maxine did a stellar job with the camera work, and Vince was so solid in the main role.
The reason I felt we had to get it done yesterday was that there was a deadline for a 2-minute film submission today. We got it all done, I burned the DVD and then rode a bike over to 3rd Ward to drop it off. Sunday is the 4th anniversary of Moviehouse, a kind of film art collective screening night (or something) and they had an open submission for 2-minute films to potentially show at their event. I didn't really read too much about it, just saw the open submission, knew I had been desperate to make something fun, and put the plan in motion. At one point I said to Vince, and realized it was true, that with this kind of project, "a deadline is almost as good as getting paid." And it really is true. Having a deadline helps so much, gives you that push.
There were a lot of factors contributing to the fact that I hadn't made a fun film in a long time: moving to New York meant kind of a social reset and it took some time to find like-minded folks, Maxine and I have been pretty swamped trying to take Hitman to the next level, and working on Musicwood at the same time, and — and this one was a tougher realization — it's been secretly hard for me to get into the swing of things because this was something that Mike and I always did together, and with him gone, it's kind of a tough reminder. It's been 6 years (really, 6 years?) and it's definitely dialed down a bit, but it's still tough. Last Wednesday, Mike's birthday, I finally got around to digitizing all the films we made in the 90's (those VHS's are getting close to crumbling) and I'm in the process of getting them up on vimeo. I'll post the link when they're up.
There's an even weirder thing, which is that I have this raw footage for a film Mike and I shot in 2001 or 2002, and have since lost the finished piece. You have to understand, we were making little films whenever we could, although, since neither of us had a camera or any kind of editing equipment, we had to find people to borrow it from all the time. So at one point we decided we were going to apply to be a team on ABC's Amazing Race. We made up this whole narrative for our team, where Mike and I had been best friends but then he stole a girl I was really into and we hated each other, but then they broke up so now we're trying to patch our friendship back together. You know, the kind of stuff that reality tv eats up with a spoon.
For the application you also had to send in a video of the team, so they could see how you did on camera. And for some reason, we thought it would be best for us to make this completely bizarre video where Mike was this shirtless guy living in an old abandoned shopping center in Annapolis (Parole, now a crazy mall/America place), and I was his friend who used to live there but somehow got out. He phoned me, and I was imploring him to leave the crazy shopping center, and finally he does, extolling the fact that "there's a whole world out there!!" The implication being that Amazing Race would allow him (and us) to experience that world. It was totally bonkers. I was working as an editor for TLC at the time, so we cut it on the AVID I had access to, and recorded it out to VHS.
And sent it in, and I think I saved the project for ages, and then somehow it vanished. No trace of the finished film has ever turned up, but I have the raw footage on a miniDV. I know at some point I'll try to re-create it — although it won't be 100% because I know there was music of some kind, and I had MIke do some voice over for it — but right now, I'm too too busy to think about it…
At some point though, it'll be a blast.
Oh, and no shock, we didn't get into the Amazing Race, although I remember Lee K was really digging the film.
And then hey, Thursday I got an email that said Moviehouse is going to screen it Sunday Feb13th as part of the mini festival we submitted it for! Amazing! Stop by 3rd Ward if you'll be in the area, it should be fun…looks like about 10 films, so it'll be great to see our film projected large, and with an audience…I will report how it goes…
A Minor Revelation from josh granger on Vimeo.
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not just a dream
February 7, 2011 by jjosh
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Last week after band practice, I came home and before crashing out I sat on the office couch in the dark and rode the ipod on shuffle for a while…the mix wasn't spectacular or anything, but it hit this one track…and actually, iniitally I was gonna skip it, and then something said, no check it out…
It's from this record that my old band-mate JE digitized for me, and I can't remember where he got it from. It's an anti-drug record from the 60's, but it takes this bizarre form of an announcer who is going to take you on audio versions of all these different drug trips. He's using his BIG ANNOUNCER VOICE, and then he'll pick a drug, like pot, and start talking to you, "You feel very good, very relaxed. Things don't seem to bother you. Maybe you'll get up and go outside…ahhh, why bother. Might as well sit here. Sitting feels good." And so on. Predictably, the LSD one goes into a bad trip, and soon you're in your own grave, trying to claw out of the dirt, and his voice is using all these weird, vaguely sci-fi 60's trip-out sounds. There's one on uppers where you're all wired up. I can't remember the rest, because it was actually kind of boring, and not at all like Bill Cosby Talks to Kids About Drugs (a hoot), or A Child's Garden of Grass (a stone cold classic!). The funny thing is, they don't really have any way to make the pot one sound bad…I think it's just a lack of motivation mainly, but mostly its about how good everything is.
Anyway, this track was the LSD trip. And while I didn't have any interest in listening to that bad trip, I listened to the beginning of the track and heard this great sample about pretending it's a dream, but not a dream. Just amazing. I began to loop it on the ipod, continually hitting the skip-to-beginning-of-track button, and it had a great rhythm.
So then, a few days later when I saw it was PD's birthday, I got stoked! PD and I are working on a project about dreams, and have been dropping dream-related stuff on each other for the past month or so. So I took that sample, got a good loop going, and dropped in a beat and fx and some sampled speech and so on. It was just a goof really, but I kind of like the sound of it…
See what you think…
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Bison Pete and the Pants Trick
January 31, 2011 by jjosh
<all right chaps, put the meat on the head!>
I was working late one evening, assistant editing for the production company I worked for. We were working on a show about buffalo that we had produced for a late 90's series that was on TNT called "Wild! Life Adventures" (yes, they did have that "!" in there). The conceit of Wild! Life Adventures was that it was a nature show, but it was hosted by a celebrity! GENIUS!
The first one we did was about the return of the wolves to Yellowstone, and it was hosted by Matthew Fox. It was an amazing shoot, going to areas only accessible by horseback, and carrying the camera equipment on a mule. The mule would go on ahead of us with these handlers, and by the end of the shoot it had gotten to the point where they were doubling as grips, and would have the camera and tripod set up for us by the time we got to the location.
The second one was not as glamorous, but it was definitely weird. It was about Bison, and was hosted by Harry Hamlin. You know Harry Hamlin, right? The star of LA Law, and, more importantly, the original Clash of the Titans. I was a PA on the shoot and got to spend a lot of time with Harry. Once he found out I was geeking out over Clash, he began to tell me all these tales of working on the movie. Which was a hoot, because it was a low-budget b-movie shot in Italy, but it had Lawrence Olivier in it and all these other surreal touches. I remember he told me about the Medusa head prop having all this raw meat on the bottom of it to make it look shredded and bloody, but it was so hot that the meat kept rotting and stinking the place up. So in between takes they would take the meat off the prop and store it in a cooler. Then before each shot, the British AD would intone over the walkie talkie "Ok chaps, put the meat on the head!" For a while, making the Bison film, we would say "put the meat on the head" all the time.
Anyway, we were editing this show, and it wasn't going that well. Partly because Bison don't really DO much (although we had an amazing shoot in the middle of a rut!), and partly because Hamlin was only available for half the shoot. For the other half of the shoot (and show) we were focusing on a character named Bison Pete, who was a ornery old cuss out of Wyoming who got his name because he dealt in Bison furs. Since the production was trying to save money, they had me sharing a hotel room with Bison Pete. Which was fine, in theory, I mean I've shared rooms with lots weirder than that Bison skinner.
But the weirdness quotient increased because Bison Pete liked to sleep naked. Fair enough, sure, but also the man wasn't just called Bison Pete because of his job, youknowhatI'msayin? And he snored like a freight train! I didn't get any sleep, and when you're on those shoots, they start REALLY early and run REALLY late. And when you're the PA on those shoots, you get up even earlier to get everyone breakfast, and you run even later to make sure the next day's shoot is prepped. So I was completely shot. That day was brutal.
The next day I told the producer that I didn't care, she could take the hotel fee out of my pay, but I NEEDED MY OWN ROOM. And they got it for me. Very considerate. I continued to ride from location to location in Pete's truck with him, and had some great conversations.
ME: You know, it's amazing being out here in the West, it's so open…
PETE: Sure is.
ME: But I guess there's houses up there on that hill, and I wonder if you've seen it change in your lifetime?
PETE: Sure have. Didn't used to be houses up there.
ME: So do you think it's inevitable that everywhere will eventually just fill up with people?
PETE: Sure do.
ME: Why, do you think?
PETE: Cuz there's more and more people. And there's more and more people 'cuz people just keep on fuckin.
ME: Sounds right.
Anyway, the show was having a tough time coming together and we were having to put in some late nights. The producer and associate producer had rented an AVID and it was in the AP's house. She lived on a street in Annapolis in an ok area, across from the library on West St. So it was a bit late at night, like maybe 10:30, when there was a knock at her front door. Which was kind of weird.
The producer, AP, and editor all got nervous, and were like, hey Josh, you're the only man here, why don't you answer the door. Which seemed a bit like bunk, but ok, sure. I went to the door and opened it, leaving the screen door part closed. It was summer, and outside was standing a medium height black guy with a beard, wearing a backpack and no shirt. He looked a bit distressed.
"I'm really sorry sir," he said, "I know this looks weird, but I was wondering if I could just come in and use your bathroom for a minute?"
When I balked, he continued, "You see, my friends left me here, they drove off without me, and they played a trick on me, they put something in my pants."
And it took my mind a while to process what the hell this could all mean. It certainly didn't sound right.
"I don't know buddy, I'm not sure about that."
"I know, I know, but look, my friends drove off! They put something in my pants…"
"Well, it's kind of late, that's a strange story…"
"I know, I know, but if I could just use your bathroom for a moment…"
And I was in this strange mindset. I felt a little guilty, I kept thinking if this was pioneer times I would let the poor guy in, what if something happened, what if they really did play a trick on him, what if they —
and then I would hit the part where his situation just rocket blasted off into weirdness, and think, all of that might be the case, but what in the world does it mean that they put something in his pants?! Why would he mention that?
I eventually had to close the door on him, and he was pretty disgruntled about the whole thing. I tried to explain that it was too late, that I just couldn't, that it wasn't my house. What I should have said was, maybe if you had kept your pants out of it, we could make something happen. What I should have said was, alright chaps, put the meat on the head!
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By ADAM NAGOURNEY
Published: October 14, 2001
For six months, Michael R. Bloomberg presented himself as the independent businessman whose lack of experience in politics made him the ideal next mayor of New York. But as Mr. Bloomberg confronts an unexpectedly condensed, fast-paced and inevitably intense contest against Mark Green, that same scant electoral experience is stirring concern among Republicans about his prospects in this campaign.
The extent to which Mr. Bloomberg's voyage as a first-time candidate in New York has changed became apparent the moment Mr. Green took the stage on Thursday to declare victory in the Democratic primary runoff. The new Democratic mayoral nominee instinctively recognized the platform he had, and seized the live television coverage of the event to taunt Mr. Bloomberg as a rich dilettante dabbling in government. ''Message beats money!'' Mr. Green chanted for viewers of 11 p.m. newscasts.
In Mr. Green, Mr. Bloomberg faces an opponent who is involved in his 11th general, primary or runoff campaign since he first ran for Congress 21 years ago, and who is renowned for his ability to capture a headline. Mr. Green's familiarity with politics came home to Mr. Bloomberg's advisers as they watched him defeat Fernando Ferrer in last week's runoff with an orchestrated pounding of speeches, news conferences, television advertisements, mailings and telephone calls.
By contrast, Mr. Bloomberg, the billionaire businessman, has appeared on an election ballot once in his life, in a mismatch of a Republican primary against Herman Badillo, 72, whom he defeated by nearly three to one last month after spending more than $20 million.
He almost completely ignored Mr. Badillo (at Mr. Bloomberg's insistence, the two debated on television exactly once, for just 30 minutes at 7:30 on a Sunday morning). And he for the most part succeeded in avoiding the pitfalls of free-form campaigning by seeking to shape how the public perceived him with what is already the most costly political advertising campaign in the history of New York mayoral elections.
Mr. Bloomberg's lack of grounding in politics was always part of the challenge he faced in seeking to become the first Republican in New York history to succeed a sitting Republican mayor. Until now, he and many Republicans thought he could offset this disadvantage with guile, his willingness to invest freely in his campaign and the help of his high-priced posse of advisers.
But the World Trade Center attack, which forced a two-week postponement in the Democratic primary, and the fact that the Democratic contest was extended two weeks because of the runoff, have significantly altered the playing field for Mr. Bloomberg. Suddenly, what would have been an eight-week campaign had the Democratic nominee been named on Sept. 11 has been cut to three and a half weeks.
That gives Mr. Bloomberg less time, Republicans said, to adapt to being one of two candidates in a highly competitive race for mayor in a city known for the intricate tangle of its politics. It also gives Mr. Bloomberg -- who has already shown a tendency in this campaign for the kind of artless statement that can win a few days of unwanted headlines -- less time to recover from mistakes.
And it gives him less time to make his case against Mr. Green. That is particularly unfortunate, Republicans said, because Mr. Green managed to survive the multicandidate primary without being damaged by any of his opponents. In a more typical year, Mr. Bloomberg could have counted on Mr. Green's Democratic opponents to soften up the eventual nominee for the general election.
''In this whole campaign he has never been tested, and the spotlight has never been on him,'' said David Axelrod, a Democrat and Mr. Ferrer's chief consultant. ''Experience is important not just in government but in politics. His mantra is, 'New York needs a businessman, not a politician.' Well, you know what? He's in politics now, and it's going to be very intense for the next 25 days.
''One thing that Green has demonstrated is an instinct for the jugular,'' Mr. Axelrod added. ''I don't know if Bloomberg is fortified for this particular race.''
Mike Murphy, a Republican consultant who advised Rick A. Lazio during his run for United States Senate against Hillary Rodham Clinton, warned that Mr. Bloomberg was wading into an environment with ''lots of very prickly interest groups, very prickly media, and it's not a two-party system there.''
''Green is more experienced on the slippery slope of New York politics,'' he said. ''That's been his career.''
Mr. Bloomberg's advisers are well aware of this, and that is why he went after his new Democratic opponent so aggressively within 12 hours of Mr. Green's victory. ''I will make to the voters the argument that what they need at this point in time is a professional manager, not a professional politician,'' Mr. Bloomberg said as he sought to turn Mr. Green's presumed political advantage against him.
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So i create a new project, check "Hidden - for creator, group admin and responsible people only" save/ activate project.
Then I realise those not associated to the project can see it.
I check the project status and it's set to "Public - for all logged in users"
I then change it back to "Hidden" and I get an error "There was an error updating this project, please try again." and nothing is changed.
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ONEThree women got out of a late model car in front of South Park Funeral Home, dressed as if they were about to attend a Junior League luncheon. One was a beautiful blond with alabaster skin. Another was a statuesque brunette with striking Mediterranean or Mexican features. The third, tall and erect with unnaturally blond hair pulled back into a black bow, walked slowly between them. All three were dressed for success, their breeding evident in their bearing. The woman in the center was more tentative. The other two women were there for her, her closest associates, her employees, her friends. Clara Harris had come to see her husband David.Her lawyer, George Parnham, had arranged a private viewing for her, the new widow. The viewing would be away from the rest of the family, and considering the circumstances, the decision was a prudent choice. Joining them later for the wake might be awkward--Clara Harris had killed her husband. For this wake, there would be just the four of them, the three women, and the man lying cold and dead, his corpse battered and broken by the wheels of a $40,000 luxury car that had been turned into a 4,000-pound killing machine.This was Clara's time alone with him. It would be her only opportunity to tell him, "I'm sorry."She had tried before, wailing, "David, look what you made me do," as he lay dying on hard asphalt warmed by the relentless Texas summer sun.The two women took the arm of Clara Harris as the trio walked through the front door of the mortuary and were greeted by a representative of the funeral home. Slowly, tentatively at first, they were escorted to a small viewing room. On a stand outside was the name of Dr. David Harris in white plastic letters pressed on a black background. Clara Harris gripped her friends' hands, preparing to look at the now-lifeless body of the man she loved.The three walked slowly to the expensive coffin sitting upon a catafalque, its lid raised. There, Clara looked down at the man she had killed just hours before. He did not look like the handsome young doctor she had married ten years ago on Valentine's Day next door to the Nassau Bay Hilton. Her murder weapon had done far too much damage to the body for even the most skillful mortician to mask with the oils, paper, wax, wire, and makeup that are the tools of the undertaker's trade."David," the murderess gasped, collapsing in uncontrollable sobs, cradled in the arms of her friends. The idyllic life the couple had shared was now over for Clara Harris. David's was not the only lifeless body in the room--Clara too had given up her charmed existence as a beauty queen, wife, mother, and doctor after succumbing to sudden passion the night before when she had been momentarily out of control.
The realization that Clara Harris intended to commit murder came home quickly to 16-year-old Lindsey Harris, sitting in the front seat next to her."I'm going to hit him," Lindsey later testified thatClara had said as she aimed the Mercedes at her husband. "She said it like that was going to happen.""No!" screamed Lindsey, who was spending the summer with her dentist father."She stepped on the accelerator and went straight for him," the high school senior remembers.Lindsey looked into the eyes of her father as the Mercedes came barreling toward him."He was really scared because he was trying to get away and couldn't," she said.David's hand reached for the front of the hood, leaving his last living fingerprints there as if by will alone he could stop the machine. The automobile struck him, sending him flying through the air as his daughter watched."Clara had no expression on her face," Lindsey said as the woman circled around and ran over him--some would claim as many as five times."I felt the bump," she said, knowing that the car was rolling over the body of her father. "I knew it was him and I said, 'You're killing him.'"Lindsey was able to distinguish between the hard, unyielding bump of tires on the concrete curb of an esplanade separating the hotel parking lots, and the softer bump that the auto made as it rolled over soft tissue and brittle bone."The bump over the median was different from when she was going over my dad," she would later testify.When the Mercedes rolled to a stop, Lindsey Harris opened the door so that she could help her dad.But first Lindsey remembered "I went around and hit her."Clara then ran to the body of her husband lying on the ground next to a curb. Lindsey remembered bitterly what she saw next."She kneeled down and said, 'I'm sorry, so sorry, I am so sorry. It was an accident," she recalled."She wasn't sorry, she had killed him!" Lindsey said.
Millie Harris walked the slow walk of a mother's grief as she entered the modern Christus St. John Hospital. She and her husband Gerald had taken a call from a woman named Gail. There was panic in her voice. The woman put the couple's granddaughter on the telephone, sobbing."There has been an accident, come quick," she was told by Lindsey Harris. As the call progressed, the elderly woman and her husband, tall, dignified Gerald Harris Sr. learned at that moment that their son was breathing his last breaths, breaths more like gasps, making the gurgling sound that he had made for the past thirty minutes struggling to take in air, fighting the blood that filled his lung.The assault upon David came as a surprise, a shock, a nightmare in late July. There had been trouble between their son and his wife, but this sort of end to their marriage was totally unexpected. What had happened? There were so many unanswered questions as the two had rushed to the hospital. St. John's is one of two major medical facilities that serve the area around Clear Lake and its principal industry, the Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center. When she got there, the hallway outside the emergency room was still packed with patients, nurses, doctors, EMS, and members of the Nassau Bay Police Department, all there for one reason--the recent death of Dr. David Harris, prominent owner of Space City Orthodontics in nearby Clear Lake City.Millie and Gerald supported each other as they were taken into the emergency room. There, on an examining table, lay the crushed and battered body of their son, theend result of a silver Mercedes having rolled over him, crushing and grinding his bone and tissue beneath the automobile's low-slung frame, which was elevated only six inches above the asphalt parking lot.Life had passed from David Harris only minutes before, but the apparatus used in the vain attempt to save him remained attached. The plastic breathing tubes were still inserted into his body while intravenous fluids in clear tubes were connected to needles inserted into veins, yet the fluid no longer flowed. The couple looked at the son who had been born to them in Newport, Arkansas forty-five years before, now lying dead in the impersonal and public indignity of a hospital emergency room.David Harris had arrived at the hospital at 9:34 p.m. At 9:48 he had been pronounced dead by an attending physician, likely moonlighting from his day job as so many young doctors now did to pay for their lifestyle.A paper was put before them to sign. It was an acknowledgment that the lifeless form before them was indeed their son, David L. Harris, of Friendswood, Texas. Now finished with the duty of getting the proper documentation in order, the representative of the county morgue left the couple alone with their son. Minutes later, the body was transported to a building on Houston's south side to be sliced, diced, and dissected in a postmortem that would later be used in the State of Texas' attempt to place Clara Harris behind bars for the rest of her life.As David Harris lay dead on the hospital table, witnesses remained at the scene being interviewed, as police wrote down their recollections. Some said that they had seen the man hit once, others as many as five times. Still others said that the Mercedes had come to a stop and then backed up, rolling over the body a final time. As wildlydifferent as the witness accounts at the scene were, one thing was an indisputable fact, Clara Harris had killed her husband.Also at the scene, a woman named Julie Knight picked up her friend Gail Bridges at the Hilton parking lot to take the shaken woman to the hospital.
At 1885 Old Spanish Trail, Houston's morgue lies south of one of the world's great medical complexes, the Texas Medical Center. The cluster of buildings just to the north boasts names like De Bakey, Cooley and M.D. Anderson, names that are household words in the world of treatment for heart disease and cancer. Miracles happened there on a daily basis. But the morgue was a monument to failure, a utilitarian tribute to the science of finding out what exactly had gone wrong to cause the death of every person brought there.Thousands walked through the building's front doors each year. The female guard had seen it so many times, on so many faces. They were all the same, Black, Hispanic, Vietnamese, Chinese, and Native American. It was always the same. The faces of the bereaved were drained and almost as lifeless as those of the clients who would soon be the subjects of dissection inside, all in the name of justice, fact, and science.Some were teary, with wisps of moisture around eyes that were blue, brown, black, and hazel. Others were loud, while others were as quiet as the autopsy room itself. The bereaved would be escorted to the family room, a formal seating area where they would await a representative of the morgue, who would escort them to the laboratory where the corpses were kept, each giving mute testimony to its last hours as a living thing.Some were there because of bar fights gone bad, othersbecause a marriage had withered to violence. And a portion were there because they had died a natural death, but died alone. In such cases, Texas law demands an autopsy.It was a place where cops and lawyers came as well, to watch the grizzly business of finding the cause of death for later use in a court of law.The waiting room was made for grief, filled with the type of elegant furniture that is found in upscale funeral homes. Duncan Phyfe chairs and tables were neatly arranged, a lamp gave off subdued light for the grieving relatives who formed a steady parade for their brief moment in the room before being escorted to see the battered, often mangled body of their loved one.The cops bypassed this room. There was no need for the niceties of grief when they did their business.Just outside, the routine administrative business of the morgue was conducted by ten clerical personnel, sitting at their desks in a large room with plate glass windows. Through those windows, the clerks observed the macabre procession of mourners as they came and went from the family room. To them, the parade was routine. Most didn't notice the coming and going at all.There would be no need for the room for David Harris. It was the other visitors to the morgue who counted now. Police detectives would watch his autopsy, photographing it in full color to be presented to a jury someday in the pristine surroundings of a Harris County courtroom.There are no niceties in recesses of the morgue. Here death confronts the living in shades of gray and red. The smell of urine and feces permeate the place from the bodies whose organs have shut down, loosening the sphincter muscles of the bowels. The body of David Harris was worse than that of most murder victims. The orthodontist whose office bespoke cheerfulness and hygiene in everycorner would have been appalled at what he had become in such a short space of time. Death had not come neatly to him. The shutter of the police camera clicked, recording the indignity of what was left of David Harris.Death came with the rush of 4,000 pounds of iron, steel, and plastic, hurling him twenty-five feet through the air and across a parking lot onto asphalt after the first strike by his wife Clara. Three more passes by the Mercedes running over his body finished him.At St. John's, David died lying on his back in the pants, shirt, and belt he had worn that day.When his body was brought to the morgue, a tracheal tube was still in place in his mouth, a cervical spine collar still in position to prevent the possibility of further damage to the neck, and electrocardiogram pads and defibrillator pads remained stuck on the chest and abdomen. A chest tube remained inserted. Intravenous catheters were still in place, ready to administer life-giving fluids where there was no longer life.Dr. Dwayne Wolf looked down at the body bag before him, about to see another in a long line of the cadavers that had become his world. He was the veteran of 1,500 autopsies, hundreds of them homicides. His current work load was one to two autopsies per day.The forensic pathologist was a graduate of Lamar University in Beaumont, Texas, a town more famous as the location of Spindletop, the early 1900s oil patch that ushered in a boom of prosperity for Texas that hasn't stopped to this day. After his 1986 graduation from Lamar, Wolf studied at Galveston's University of Texas Medical Branch and earned an MD-PhD, and served residencies and fellowships at Brown University in Providence, Miami, and then back in Galveston, finally landing a job as medical examiner in Mobile. After two years there, Wolfwas in Texas again, working at the Houston morgue as deputy chief medical examiner under controversial M.E. Dr. Joyce Carter.Wolf is an overachiever whose very body language exudes an aura of superiority, and a disdain for the lesser beings he is compelled from time to time to tolerate. Frequently as part of his job, he is required to take the witness stand. His testimony is complex, difficult for juries to grasp as he speaks using the scientific terms of his trade. As a witness, he is also difficult for prosecutors because there isn't a humble bone in his tall body, not even a humble whisker on his bearded face.He looks like a tweedy college professor when he enters a room. Wolf speaks that way as well, knowing that he, and he alone, is the authority on what he is about to describe. The autopsy room is his domain, the witness stand is his podium, and the courtroom is his lecture hall.At 11:28 a.m., on the morning of July 25, 2002, the autopsy of David Harris began as Wolf opened the body bag to reveal the battered corpse of the orthodontist. The body was of average size, stood 5'9" and weighed 164 pounds at death, he observed. The lifeless man had arrived still dressed in the dark pants, gray Jockey underwear with the brand "Jockey" on them, black socks, and black dress shoes he had worn to the Nassau Bay Hilton the night before. The clothing was cut and torn because of the trauma of his death and the resuscitative attempts of emergency personnel who had tried to save him.Wolf retrieved a pair of broken eyeglasses from the bag, needed now only for evidence to be used later at the trial of his killer. The pathologist noted that part of a hairpiece was still in place and blended with the stubble on his shaved head of dark hair with shades of gray. The forensic psychologist made a mental note of the possiblesignificance of this vanity. Under the toupee, the top of David Harris' head revealed multiple rows of scars, indicating that the prosperous dentist had undergone pricey hair transplantation.As Wolf continued his examination, he noted both normal and abnormal appearances of the body--the pupils were normal, all of the fingers and toes were present, and there were no needle tracks which indicated that David wasn't an intravenous drug user. Wolf also noted that the dentist, like most American men, was circumcised.Wolf noted severe trauma to the upper body. The chest was asymmetrical, crushed from the impact that had caused his death.Harris' head was a mess with a 3 by 4 inch zone of contusions around his ear, or at least what was left of it. There were more traumas to the chin, deep cuts on the scalp, and a large gash to the back of the neck. Wolf observed that the jaw was broken and teeth were missing. Methodically, the pathologist dictated his observations indicating sixteen separate cuts and abrasions on the head and neck.Five more cuts and abrasions marked Harris' back, with another two on the rear of his left leg. Those corresponded with the damage done in the front of the same appendage.The attempted resuscitation of David Harris in the emergency room of St. John Hospital was doomed to failure, Wolf observed. The chest was crushed, with ribs broken not only on the front, but also on the backside of the body. While the right lung was intact, the left lung had been destroyed, with multiple fractures from ten broken ribs. Part of the heart was severed from the rest of the organ.David Harris also had a broken back at the twelfth vertebra, as well as a broken pelvis.Both arms showed evidence of multiple cuts and abrasions, although neither was broken. Nor were the legs, although, like the rest of David Harris, they were a mass of gaping wounds and red meat.Clara Harris clearly had intended to inflict as much damage as possible while methodically running over her husband again and again. She was largely successful, but Wolf's examination showed that she had left the brain undamaged as he removed it from the skull casing and examined it in minute detail. The brain that had absorbed twelve years of grade school and high school, four years of college, dental school, and a residency, not to mention countless memories, was intact and undamaged by the impact of the Mercedes.Not so the tongue. David Harris had bit it as he was hit by the automobile.Wolf observed that other organs had escaped the trauma inflicted by Harris' wife. The liver, gallbladder and alimentary tract were intact. When he opened the stomach, it was revealed that Harris chewed his last meal very well and hadn't had a drink before he died.Harris' urethra was separated from the urinary tract. His testes were intact.The spleen had escaped the trauma of David's final moments, the left adrenal gland had hemorrhaged, but was still intact.Wolf's autopsy was complete as his assistants took Harris' fingerprints and palm print. A detective from the Nassau Bay Police Department, Teresa Relken watched as she and a helper photographed the proceeding. The dentist's clothing, eyeglasses, and hairpiece were bagged as evidence.
As the body of David Harris made its trip to the morgue, his daughter Lindsey Harris returned to the mansion with her uncle and her father's friend, dentist Robert Blanchard, in David Harris' gray Suburban. The three had retrieved it from the parking lot of the Hilton where the orthodontist had parked it when he had arrived earlier that evening to meet Gail Bridges. Now, riding home in her father's SUV, there were so many memories--trips to the lake, learning with her father how to play the piano, talks about her future, and her hope that she would someday join his practice as an orthodontist herself. "I love him to death, I miss him so much," she reflected as she rode with the men, quietly sobbing, alone in her thoughts. She would later relate those thoughts to a jury.When they arrived, Lindsey noticed something strange as the three pulled into the garage. An old suitcase sat by the door, as if someone was about to take a trip. Next to it was a garbage can filled to overflowing with clothes. She looked down as she walked to the door at the clothes and recognized them as those of her father.The house was filling with people, stunned by the sudden death of David Harris broadcast on the 10 p.m. news.Convulsed with grief, Lindsey was also hammered by fear because she had been a passenger in the car that had killed her father. She had helped her stepmother "key" the Lincoln Navigator owned by his lover, an act of vandalism. Clara was now in police custody undergoing hours of interrogation."I was so scared, I thought we were going to get in trouble," she later remembered.But her fears were not so great that she didn't notice something strange."They were sad, but they didn't act like Clara had done what she did," she said.Lindsey remembered the frustration she felt just hours before as she helplessly watched her father die."I felt so bad that I couldn't help him," she said. "I felt so mad that I couldn't do anything. It was terrifying. I knew that she was killing him. I knew that he wasn't going to be okay. I was only given sixteen-and-a-half years to spend with him. I knew that I wouldn't have any more than that. It was a terrible way for a person to go."Anger filled her as she thought of what she had witnessed Clara do when the car had stopped."She got out and she went over to him and called him baby as if nothing had happened."Lindsey wanted to be alone, but before going upstairs to the room that had been specially built for her in the mansion, she went back to the garage. She lifted the old suitcase and carried it up the stairs."I felt he was there with me," she said.
Houston's Telephone Road begins in the city's seedy east end; an area that saw its best times during the 1920s and has been in decline since. The four-lane street heads south in a straight line to Hobby Airport, a quick shot that will bypass the traffic on Interstate 45 if a traveler is late for a flight. Of course, that traveler will have to pass the used car lots, greasy restaurants, and loan sharks as it cuts through lower-middle-class white neighborhoods, brown ones with their high wrought iron fences and red, white, and green colors of the flag of Mexico, and the black ones dotted with neon signs that announce, "Quick Cash."The street continues to arrow straight across Loop 610. Then the neighborhoods improve as the social strata of allthree ethnic groups moves up a notch. Finally, Telephone Road reaches Airport Boulevard and Hobby Airport sprawls to the left.The street relentlessly continues its course south after it crosses the intersection. Its east side is covered with a half mile of hangers that parallel Hobby's runways, first used as a municipal airport in 1938 when it was briefly named for the city's most famous aviator, Howard Hughes.Across the street, diners, used car lots and prairie face the relentless 24/7 facility.Here, the bustling city of almost 3 million thins out and the street begins to become a highway. Now it takes on the more distinguished name, Texas Highway 35 as it begins to hug the coast, its sometime concrete, sometime asphalt pavement pointing in the direction of Corpus Christi. It quickly becomes a street again, crossing the Sam Houston Beltway, the penultimate ring that circles a city fifty miles across in any direction.Yet Highway 35 has one last fling at the tawdry side of society as it points south. On the right, a half-mile past the beltway, sits ethnic Houston's answer to the upscale Galleria shopping mall in the city's uptown district. Cole's Flea Market attracts thousands each weekend as vendors hawk everything from power tools to sugary confections made in the colors of the Mexican flag. On Houston's hot summer days, the mall's canvas roofs shade snow cone vendors and merchants who sell slices of tropical fruit to the thirsty.The nature of the street changes abruptly a half mile away and the crowd gathered inside the clean walls of South Park Funeral Home reflected the contrast of different ethnicities living near one another. The 300 attendingSaturday's services for David Harris were lily white Anglo or Hispanic to the person as they sang "Amazing Grace" in the funeral chapel filled to overflowing.Friends, relatives, customers, high school chums, old girlfriends, entered the chapel after filing past photos of the deceased in happier days. Mostly the crowd consisted of members of the Shadycrest Baptist Church of Pearland, Texas. It was a close-knit group of very good people. They had come to say goodbye to one of their own.These were the people closest to David and Clara Harris. They were the ones who came to the church socials the couple sponsored at their Friendswood, Texas, mansion. Now they were gathered in the large auditorium of the funeral home to pay final respects to the man who had played drums to accompany the church's lively choir.The congregation filed past pictures that showed the prosperous life David had left behind, a life filled with the things a successful orthodontics practice can bring if it is located in one of the nation's most prosperous regions. David was pictured relaxed with his loving children, with his guitar, in family gatherings. The photograph of David's prized Corvette sat on a credenza with the other photos, yet no person was seen in the picture.Each guest had been handed a funeral notice, reminiscent of church bulletins handed out before services at Protestant churches throughout the South. On its front, printed in soothing pastels of brown, blue, and white, a dove winged its way heavenward, a burst of sunlight shining through to illuminate its flight. Inside the flyer, the two most important days of David's life were announced as a "Service of Thanksgiving." Those dates were the dayhe was born on November 4, 1957, and the day his wife of more than ten years had hit his body with her silver Mercedes.The gathering sang staples of the fundamentalist service of Texas Baptists. "In His Presence," and "Written in Red." All of the service was carefully orchestrated to provide comfort to David's grieving family, to give them the promise of the hereafter for him where they would eventually all meet again. This was the service Rev. Steve Daily was ordained to deliver before he would lead the cortège across the street to the waiting cemetery of the South Park Funeral Home where David would be laid to rest.And there was preaching of the gospel, the kind that stirred men's souls, be it at a revival, in a tent, in an auditorium, or under a tree. Nobody can preach like a Baptist minister.The coffin was open, and some walked to the front of the chapel before the service to take a last look at their friend. His body looked at peace in the subdued lighting of the funeral home, hardly the broken, crushed, and bloody remains that had been transported to St. John Hospital, then later to the office of the Harris County medical examiner.Sixteen year old Lindsey had looked at the body of her father briefly at the funeral home. It was so unnatural in appearance, she thought. It didn't look like him at all.Patriotism wasn't forgotten either, but it was a loyalty not to nation but to a school, the vaunted University of Texas that David had so proudly attended. On the open lid of the coffin, soon to be closed over him forever, the burnt orange emblem of the Texas Longhorns had beenattached. The deceased had attended the venerable Austin institution for two years after sojourns at the University of Houston and the small Alvin Community College south of Pearland.Across the street, a handful of reporters stood watch as the services continued inside the funeral home. The media contingent was small for the funeral of a celebrated Houston murder victim. It was Saturday. Only weekend news crews were available to cover the story. An employee of the business and its cemetery instructed the reporters that if they so much as left the shoulder of the highway they were standing upon, they would be arrested. His instructions were to keep the media at bay so that their intrusive cameras didn't disturb the serenity of the service. To reinforce the warning, he stood about fifty yards away speaking to a Pearland cop.David Harris went out in true Southern Baptist style, celebrated in one of the denomination's notoriously long services, honored by a funeral that lasted one-and-a-half hours. Shortly before ending, a young girl was escorted from the church, broken by emotion. She was driven away before the casket was rolled out of the service by the funeral director and lifted by the pallbearers into the waiting hearse. Parked in front of the hearse leading the morose parade to the cemetery across the street was a dark green perfectly restored 1953 Chevy pick-up truck. The Baptist preacher, Steve Daily, who led the parade of mourners across the street, drove the truck, his prized possession. David Harris would be deposited into the gumbo soil of Southeast Texas forever.One person was missing from the service. Clara Harris was out on $30,000 bond for the murder of her husband. She had said goodbye the night before.She was, however, given the bulletin passed out at the service, its comforting words meant for a grieving widow.God hath not promised Skies always blue, Flower-strewn pathways All our lives through, God hath not promised Sun without rain, Joy without sorrow Peace without pain,
But God hath promised Strength for the day, Rest for the labor, Light for the way, Grace for the trials, Help from above, Unfailing sympathy Undying loveAbout five miles away, the peace of a quiet neighborhood had been shattered by the invasion of a constant parade of weekend news crews not assigned to the funeral. Since the story had first broken in the local and national press, journalists covering the story had learned that Harris was not alone when he was murdered and had been with another woman when his wife found, confronted, and killed him. Now they knew her name. The world of Gail Bridges, once a housewife in the quiet enclave of South Shore Harbor, changed radically. The lives of a small circle once close to her would change as well.Gail had played a dangerous game with her life for the past two years, alternating between attempting to presentthe image of a devoted mom, pillar of the local Methodist church, and wife of a prominent businessman. Now, the two-story brick home in Clear Lake City was being photographed for the nation's newscasts. Still photos would appear on the pages of grocery store tabloids.Neighbors remembered how others in Clear Lake had gone about their business when another family had been thrust into the news just the year before. A few blocks away from the home of Gail Bridges stood the one story Mediterranean dwelling where Christian fundamentalist Rusty Yates and his wife Andrea once lived. She was internationally famous for drowning their five children in a bathtub and was now spending a lifetime in a Texas prison, her shattered mind racked by memories of how she'd killed the kids to save them from hell. Rusty was contemplating a divorce from the wife he had stalwartly stood beside during her month long murder trial.During the Yates ordeal, the neighborhood suddenly filled with news vans and satellite trucks. Reporters walked on the closely cropped St. Augustine grass to the front doors and brazenly rang doorbells asking neighbors if they knew the family that had been struck by tragedy. Some responded, others gave the media a cold reception and refused to cooperate with them, refused to answer the most rudimentary questions about the woman and her children who had moved into the neighborhood just months before.Like the Yates' home, Gail's house looked normal and lived in. Reporters walked to the front door and rang the bell, but nobody answered, even though the house was occupied. Other news crews pulled into the driveway and photographed the pool area with its lawn chairs and blowup toys awaiting another July frolic by a mother, her children, and their friends.The home was supposed to be a refuge from the turmoil of the past two years which had resulted from the breakup of the marriage of Gail and her prominent insurance broker husband, Steve. It was a place to get away from the constant rumors that had swirled around the lake about Gail and the ambiguous relationship that she so publicly flaunted with her best friend Julie. Long before the divorce was final, many in League City speculated that the wife of the quietly politically active State Farm agent had a female lover whom she had met at church. The rumors, Steve believed, had hurt his business.It is possible the truth or falsity of the rumors would never be resolved. Gail and Julie had both vigorously and publicly denied them. Now, caught up in the turmoil caused by the death of David Harris, all of the rumors would fly out of the box again. And this time the rumors could no longer simply be denied. Because whether they were true or not, the rumors had become an unavoidable factor in the tragic events surrounding David Harris' murder and in the nationwide attention generated by the high-profile trial of Clara Harris.But persistent rumors were not Gail's most immediate problem. Gail was scared, more scared than she had ever been in her life. For days, a vengeful woman who desperately wanted her husband back had threatened her. She knew that Clara Harris was out of jail, free to come for her. She had seen the rage Clara exhibited when she confronted David, a rage so fierce that it would result in his death. Gail was frightened, and so was Julie who had been with her since the murder. Always tightly wound, Julie was now completely undone by the intrusion into the world of her friend Gail. Their former husbands were trying to take their children away from them and now this had happened. Both women were on edge and completelydistraught as the press relentlessly invaded their neighborhood, the one safe place they could come to escape the ugliness of small town gossip.Julie Knight panicked when a blond reporter came to the door of the home. The two women whispered so as not to alert the woman that they were at home as she persistently rang the doorbell again. Julie looked at Gail, and then dialed 911 to report that Clara Harris had come to the home of her friend to finish the job that she had started only nights before when she'd killed David with her Mercedes.Copyright © 2004 by Steven Long.


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A permit is required on all goats entering the state.
A certificate of veterinary inspection is required for all goats entering the state.
Individual identification by scrapie tag or breed registration tattoo with registration number is required for all goats.
Brucellosis and Tuberculosis - A negative tuberculosis (TB) test and negative brucellosis test within 30 days of importation is required for dairy breed goats.
Brucellosis test eligible at 6 months of age.
TB test eligible at 60 days of age.
**Scrapie statement to be included on the certificate of veterinary inspection:
For Feeder Goats less than 18 months of age only:
-"The animals in the shipment are not exhibiting clinical signs associated with scrapie" OR
-"The animals in the shipment have no history of clinical signs or exposure to contagious or infectious diseases."
For Breeding Goats and Goats over 18 months of age:
-"To the best of my knowledge, the goats listed on this certificate originate from a herd that has not been diagnosed as a scrapie-infected, source, or exposed herd in the past five years." (This statement shall be signed by the owner.)
If the herd has been diagnosed as scrapie-infected, source, trace, or exposed herd in the past five years, but has completed a herd plan and is in full compliance with a Post-Exposure Management and Monitoring Plan (PEMMP), a statement to that effect may be written on the health certificate in lieu of the above statement.
**Meat Breed Goats coming direct from a producer's premises to an approved auction market
- Meat breed goats can come direct from a producer's premises to an approved auction market without a health certificate or a permit provided that they are officially identified with a scrapie tag and the owner signs and provides to the auction market the five year scrapie statement. Feeder meat breed goats <18 months of age can come without the scrapie tag, provided that they are restricted to slaughter channels
California and Texas
In addition to above requirements, all goats originating from Texas over 60 days of age must have a negative TB test within 30 days prior to importation, unless accompanying a negative dam.
In addition to above requirements, all goats originating from Michigan need to have been part of a whole herd negative TB test within 12 months prior to import AND have a negative individual TB test within 30 days prior to import. OR originate from a TB accredited free herd and have a negative individual TB test with 30 days prior to import into ND.
Vesicular Stomatitis Notice
All imports of horses, cattle, bison, sheep, goats, swine, and cervidae from any states which have a confirmed Vesicular Stomatitis positive animal or have a quarantine in place, are required to be accompanied by a pre-entry permit number prior to import into North Dakota. The permit number is to be listed on the Certificate of Veterinary Inspection (CVI) and is given to the veterinarian issuing the CVI.
A statement shall be written on the CVI by the issuing veterinarian that indicates that "the animals on the CVI have not originated from a premises or an area under quarantine for Vesicular Stomatitis or a premises on which Vesicular Stomatitis has been diagnosed in the last 30 days; and the animals in the shipment have no signs of Vesicular Stomatitis."
'For shipments within a 10 mile radius of an infected area or premises, use the statement above except for the exam must be within a 24 hour time frame as well as the Certificate of Veterinary Inspection issued within 24 hours.'
These requirements shall remain in effect until notice is given by the North Dakota Board of Animal Health.