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The the in years in the years apart yesterday he's in critical condition he has opened up not -- had a couple procedures and I mean. Look great. People yeah it was just here a couple weeks ago people mention. Peter doors when they -- about him that I. It Roger is probably the most famous male point struggle primates is John Holmes which is a lesser sentence a different era guys can name those John Legend here north and so. I but again I don't think anybody. You know they had tried expanded his world we beyond port yes he did a lot of I mean you know. You know I -- -- you know Peter north I don't know what he did on the side. Now we're -- you're talking about Ron Jeremy in all the songs that he's used it and it's mentioned in this the that. So hopefully. -- ends up getting better are our prayers to Ron Jeremy hello rob. They would -- It's a cute things first I think it would go a long time ago in the first time where critical attitude says the Sox would say -- -- -- bought -- Volvo. What she won that he wears socks on because of the doubt that the world. Yeah -- or whatever I think he thought it was myself. And my second my reference my insurer that is not trying felt being in the end. Yes yes -- it's and also happened -- -- now where we're not begins with the -- Jason Alexander couldn't -- -- -- was smoke show because you know. -- who in shallow all I'm the actor. He was outside the restaurant. -- another guy mountainous. And about to log on it and a unbelievable. We're not arguing -- -- SPV. Asked me Grammy. Emmy winning performance that actor. -- I'm 29 AM. Alternative Volkswagen commercial where to. Lack -- more important may Germany are they might have a it's real breakthrough so I hope that it can be our week of so. And that. Is probably hopes you know I give them credit they're not pulling that out. The that we talked about yesterday where the white guy talks like a Jamaican. People are screaming crying in -- races. Then a white person would have paid Jamaican accent -- -- out there in front of the Jamaican -- -- as of right now you'll see that. During the Super Bowl Volkswagen is not now going down. To the political correct pressure. -- and. 32 -- I can't I don't know how I can't get into -- -- it didn't and I electric car. You know I. And that message. That it was a pretzel -- happy and Tressel console on the ice we'll see what John -- says about that when he joins us in just. Couple of moments hello Kevin. That it -- and guys slowly you know. Much decade ago no doubt it worked on and you know but I pulled back here and ultimately what do not let. -- let that go around and they might implement what -- -- -- let's put a light only carry a whole lot Ayers that well sorry. Pluck it out like -- dot. I. Was it was -- like I wanna do this thing and say that but I got literally an blank and there on the -- either but everybody. Evolutionary but anyway I mean -- so's she -- she missed there and went to cable revenues. Apps for your grandparents -- nibbles is I would assume pulled along by that posts that you want. -- the I mean and never mind. You know your particular stories of discussed there now shared by everyone in the New England area a third. If putting that checked I don't think it's important that they appreciate it. 7:32. AM. I've got -- as a blocked -- Can't get. -- -- -- From cancer and I guess that's hard I don't know what that's in reference to learn -- that can be anything and then the funny. Thanks 0:1. AM. Back on speed. Go to October October. What about the Obama goes up. And that. They put a box on a truck they put a box on a truck they put blocks on a truck when we're talking about Ron Jeremy. Somebody was wondering whether it's possible that over use of Viagra. Could have caused this hard and -- -- And just as -- sharing a story about. I guess every year I didn't know this. But every year at the WA AF celebrity golf tournament he takes Viagra. When years Niagara poignancy Dallas last year -- what last year -- -- -- the two previous years it was science the -- some -- thing keeping the name of it I think. Something they do not take supplements get -- now on the wrist now so some kind of group but yet you were saying that you take it before golfing. So I have to remember last year you add your we plane with authority was it was we were Zagreb and I moved behind -- right. And the whole entire time you view you're. You're getting out of Iraq I was ready to go all the tires would that -- never honestly like a disturbing that stuff but as C Alice is the worst -- it would go like. We're talking four days street and there's nothing I mean to the wind blows giant -- -- -- -- -- And your doctor -- But it and it sucks because it's westerly can't use it on anybody you like and I -- I -- you ladies of course. I mean besides the million pound girls that are on the course. It's really like a 120 man Brian. I'm athletes that sort of golf tournaments I don't know why you with the Boehner why it would take got to be -- I've heard. Somebody has only one you wanna be there on the service guy. That's the impression you were in the room frosty pops this stuff is like it would definitely gonna get lucky and a half minutes now to that you're ready -- it's too. What else. This is golf tournament in Atlantic City. That rivalries are then rattled and out run the golf is that Ron Jaworski scores are Jonas. John zones of course down and so. It's. We I think we may have a couple forces. Available if you contact Greg -- foundation go to our website the Greg Hill foundation -- word. We're all flying down there together on anything -- airlines the maiden flight in anything go right now way. Just stay away from me about -- and explain why the plane it among them as much of it I don't know did you bring a line. 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Right here of them do next because by trauma. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- New products and then it's also on the commercials for those rounds do we -- not doctors like LB that's when you get like 34 or five day erection or so. -- Yeah waters to air. You know your head -- here are some like that's why you beat people didn't expect it carried on the mount them are they are each slated. And they are your direction to -- from there that you can't go out by. Ever see an electric vehicles in that little slant to them and I've never noticed him and yeah. See you on the show every day hello Johnny. Morning guys I don't. I hadn't -- the point doubled back I thought it was absolutely hilarious so that would have allowed serious doubt run around. I'm glad I got you nobody donuts. -- what I thought that -- -- yeah I can't acted and -- it that night that in your golf pants. LA honestly that is disturbing. -- a little too old and predict caught in the court or they are X or equal -- -- -- the awkward and -- Let us. It's just an extremely and a -- doing. Grades. Thing on the avenue deformities that thinks it knows enough. The only weird body thing now. Now with your hands and snow undergoes intense now I don't know if that's Intel had snow errant little -- -- I can't. The last yes below the line. They dragged out. I don't know but it already but I took it really cute redhead out Beatty is a long time ago -- -- across I mean all I can notice was. -- speed bag bogeyed Alec come in the not -- -- -- -- -- might play how I would RNC because of that and nowhere there was an hour. You couldn't teller because it was a Thursday is no -- why aren't Gabriela dark. The lesson lesson that's pretty good stuff that that's just. Isn't she -- unfortunately appreciated its -- given -- a little bit of a book Gardner and fortunately. The other thing that this happens a lot with is food in the teeth. A like a big -- -- And unfortunately there's a period that you goes through like two or three minutes where it's too late to tell -- -- -- -- holes right off the bat yet and it's like oh by the way like -- you've been staring at you know you've been staring at for hours. Man and you can't tell the main -- -- you really have to tell right away. That they have a big hunk of -- stuck in the -- deep below him. Well probably as part of it was caused by trauma fat -- Why public problem but I -- -- someone was seven India and -- that the readers that -- medication or never had any trauma whatsoever. And he had this is your sign is that. So when he was seventeen in an erection for three days. Great days ahead of the hospital let's go to our. And potential are particularly dangerous. And they never figure out what way. I'm not -- out there and you know the line that danger. To us that that's a problem years. Well they probably know. It and it's a kick it's oil is a comes in the morning good morning -- -- -- -- -- for supper. Hello John. Alan -- -- but how could they could double goes to the Viagra. Next time you get an interview with the delta where nice tight Serbia. But it -- -- I spoke to anybody would never know when I'm going to be doing the base of players the that would be fantastic. Thanks for -- on old and. My old goat and don't Q what are they now. Very. Apparently according says the new information today which Danielle shares during the 6 o'clock hour. A large majority of men 90% of men believe that they are experts when it comes to. Providing oral. -- -- -- That's a threat to and they rated themselves at different levels of expertise that -- for the most part. Only 11% said that they -- in -- clip that most think they're Bieber like -- we discussed at Bieber and that two hours and and world pleasures are what I guess that nursing students that are once. You know last time for that element immediate and nobody got time for that -- places to be up things that you know you can't use -- -- power. And to have today. He's there with -- -- fifth. This. And yes hello Brian. -- -- that was. It proves -- -- -- one is owner on a -- reference yes I go to. -- is expected outlook Apollo LP around this windy weather. C -- feet reenact the scenes with Tommy Boy it would David made the front of the -- at. This. And you see you know me. Great seeing what the video artist -- Shawn Thornton of the Bruins coming up it's there is days with authority that's coming up and just a few minutes. Here at W. Thinks. Forty kind pull him. It's bad but America I guess they call them is that how you won't -- the -- right. Are important but bottom of the video that and then turn -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Yet it's that Greg Ellis and I -- opposed to help -- and blamed that attack there. More than likely -- I've always. True still never. Every text that I read is a legitimate -- I think it'll be impossible for me to just merely do you know -- -- and I wanted to say and yet. And created this is crumbling and on at the it's balance that's not. They're all legitimate messages. And reading especially about -- Hello Dan. Oh or outraged Beijing is although I'm a make you know what this girl. I go to college but just worst summer I've -- sure she's got to stop armored belly button between rebels. And it's almost. We are we -- and well. That was what was it. I don't know published I didn't ask point one. -- Well you know I don't like what about Olympus are your stomach which -- almost maybe. You'll. And aren't we had to get up -- rapidly reach important -- What did you come back -- jab every -- stolen and -- you do your duty -- -- bring I mean as something like that I would assume the united adds it would bring that up the care solo act. Yeah way more like a parent -- -- as a logic for a call or whatever I want it -- down. Solid product. -- no absolutely no idea what's gonna happen out there I guess if your status on the golf course. By coming up. As I mentioned in a moment it is shot -- the Boston Bruins at 10 o'clock today and every weekday Mike Hsu goes commercial break. Over an hour of nonstop rockets WA AF -- day blitz it happens at 10 o'clock every day here's WA AF over one hour. Nonstop -- commercial -- brought to you by. It's stayed -- -- -- -- -- Were -- -- and -- guys look at the Ron Jeremy apparently. What do you think you can ask at this dinner for -- -- And I -- area out there and it's fortunate ones are on the planet are gonna come visit and be nice to be in the hospital room. Thinks he continues toward. It won't impact they really are different but yeah I don't like Jeremy. And are -- critical condition you -- why didn't you contract three won't completely from you couldn't. I thought it into. I -- Rise in the case of legend now -- legend in the entertainment industry. 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OPB: Security Guards Negotiating For Union Contract
March 15, 2013 | Oregon Public Broadcasting-- Some of Portland's leaders are throwing their weight behind private security guards' drive to unionize. City Commissioner Steve Novick endorsed the workers' efforts at a rally downtown Friday. And Mayor Charlie Hales offered his support earlier.
Organizers for SEIU Local 49 say many private security guards are veterans and ex-law enforcement professionals. A majority of security guards in the city are employed by only a few big corporations. Nationwide efforts to develop contracts with those international firms have been building for about a year.
Commissioner Novick noted that private security cannot be outsourced, and that gives the workers power.
"So we're gonna use that power, we're gonna stand up, we're gonna fight back, we're gonna win," said Novick.
Negotiations for union contracts have READ FULL ARTICLE

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2012 see's the continuation of 1500K Armour. The Carbon and 1500D Kevlar cloth is added to the heel and shaft of the stick to increase durability on sand based astro turf pitches. On water based astro's it helps prevent water damage to the shaft of the stick.
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The result is additional tensile shaft strength which produces a more powerful stick that is also more stable on off centre hits.
Standard across all the Slazenger graphite composite stick range, our twin core system is engineered for exceptional strength, feel, stiffness and durability.


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Dodgers get some Gold and the McCourts are Out of Here! Woohoo!
What a great day in Los Angeles for us Dodger Fans! First we get the news that Clayton Kershaw, Matt Kemp and Andre Ethier win Gold Gloves! Congratulations guys!
The next news I received yesterday was that Frank McCourt agreed to sell the Dodgers!
Dodger fans are celebrating everywhere!
I am off to the SABR AFL conference in Arizona early tomorrow morning! details here http://sabr.org/latest/exciting-schedule-deck-sabr-arizona-fall-league-conference I am excited about attending and also to see Dustin Pedroia there. Maybe Ethier will also be there….
Love what John Thorn has to say about SABR here http://sabr.org/content/john-thorn-why-im-sabr-member That is the way I felt when I attended my first SABR convention this year. John just says so well. I was thrilled to meet him this year. Take a look at this baseball card from John Thorn. I got the set of Major League Writers from Terry Cannon of the Baseball Reliquary:
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Lol Kristen! I Love it!!! I am AZ soon going to see the game between the Mesa Solar Socks and Phoenix Desert Dogs at Hohokam Park.
Sue, I sure will!
Ron, whoever it is, I hope they restore our team back where it should be. Respect the Dodger tradition, baseball, players and fans.
Kristen, you should come to AZ and watch some AFL games. They are so much fun to watch teams make up of players from 5 different teams. I checked out your Angels too.
Call me wind because I am absotleluy blown away.


text: my baby is 4 and 1/2 months old and today as been a hard feeding day. She seems to only eat like 2 minutes on each side then pulls off and starts crying, goes back on for a couple more second then repeats the crying. When I switch her she is fine for a couple more minutes, but then she does the same thing. It seems like it is gas, because I burp her and she farts then she seems to feel better for a little while. I was wondering if she could have heart bur or something like that because she seem to spit up a couple of time right after I feed her. She never really spit up before, so could it be acid in her tummy? And what could I do to help her?


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Wolfenstein ReviewBy Patrick Klepek - Posted Aug 19, 2009
Wolfenstein is not a bad game. It's actually a pretty good one, a game that legitimately pushes new ideas into the shooter. But if you judged Wolfenstein's potential by the lackluster effort Activision's put into making people pay attention to the potentially last collaboration between id Software and Raven Software, no one would blame you for thinking it's secretly terrible. It's not. Wolfenstein is solid, worthy of a closer look.
The Pros
- Veil powers make it feel strongly unique
- It's wacky and stupid and well aware of it
- Killin' Nazis, of course
The Cons
- Some never-ending powers actually hurt the game's art
- Repetitive combat navigating the hub world
- Multiplayer has been done far better elsewhere
Wolfenstein is not a bad game. It's actually a pretty good one, a game that legitimately pushes new ideas into the shooter. But if you judged Wolfenstein's potential by the lackluster effort Activision's put into making people pay attention to the potentially last collaboration between id Software and Raven Software, no one would blame you for thinking it's secretly terrible. It's not. Wolfenstein is solid, worthy of a closer look.
It's unfortunate when a review starts by recommending you give Wolfenstein a few hours before dismissing it. There's really no excuse for having to spend a full evening with a game to find its strengths. But with Wolfenstein, the game's at its very best when the supernatural story, weapons and special powers work together. At first, Wolfenstein is just an average World War II shooter, but later, it becomes an uncanny Nazi occult-focused World War II shooter with a nonsensical "opening-a-mysterious-portal plot designed to be foiled with hysterically wacky weapons that melt people's skin ala Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark" and shield powers that fire bullets back at people.
There's clear ambition in Wolfenstein, too. Instead of just funneling players from new setting to new setting as they complete objectives, Wolfenstein features a German town masquerading as a respectably fleshed out hub world to spend time in. You traverse through the hub to speak with contacts about the next primary objective, pick up side missions to earn additional gold (which is used to purchase weapon and special powers upgrades at black markets throughout the hub world) and fight waves of Nazis. The last bit becomes tiresome quickly, as enemies tend to respawn on the hub world frequently and it's not uncommon to go back and forth between areas when buying upgrades.
The area Raven Software struggles with the most, however, is achieving a balance between your standard shooting and scenarios that demand use of Veil powers. The Veil is a secret dimension the Nazis have tapped into for terribly evil and frown-worthy purposes, but you can leverage the Veil for the powers of good with crystals that harness its power. Your primary special power turns the screen mostly green, lets you move faster and highlights enemies Predator-style. It barely sucks at away at your Veil energy meter, however, which means you spend most of the game viewing the environment through a murky green. Some of the environments in Wolfenstein are damn pretty to look at, too, but there's no gameplay incentive to leave the Veil, both a disservice to the game's artists and something that just eventually becomes an eyesore. I'd often leave the Veil just to see what the level actually looked like, not because I'd legitimately run out of energy.
Situations where the designers have purposely manipulated the level space to point you towards leveraging a certain power, however, are hugely satisfying. The aforementioned shield power has an upgrade that bounces bullets back at enemies. In several instances, a tiny room would be filled with eight Nazis that'd surely scatter at the sign of a grenade, but flip on the shield from the Veil, step into the center of the room and watch the bullets come flying…and then bounce right back at the heads of the attackers. Cue huge grin.
Wolfenstein's objective-centric, class-based multiplayer is appropriately competent, but other games that achieve far more with the same style. Wolfenstein's greatest assets are its time-shifting, enemy-manipulating Veil powers, specialties that are largely discarded in multiplayer for obvious balance reasons. Swapping a bullet-bouncing shield power for a grenade with a green glow isn't a satisfying change and Wolfenstein's shooting isn't engaging enough to make for a dramatically different deathmatch experience. After a few hours of play, I'd had more than enough, my fingers twitching towards Battlefield 1943.
If anything, Raven Software should have pushed this Wolfenstein's eccentricity even further. The weirder Wolfenstein became, the more I enjoyed it. It's a game to play with a beer by your side. Raven Software tried something a little different this time out and by and large, it succeeded. It won't set the world on fire, but Wolfenstein hit enough positive beats that when the credits rolled down after a particularly grueling marathon play session, I laughed, sipped my drink and said, "hey, that was pretty fun."


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The basic goal of the Counseling Office is to provide professional counseling for students of the College in attempt to help them develop to their full potential. The Counselors strive to support the academic, career, and personal development of all students through group and individual counseling.
Counseling Services
The Counseling Department is part of the Student Services Division. Services are provided by professionally trained counselors who believe that education is a developmental process integrating educational, personal and social development.
Counseling takes the form of individual personal counseling, group counseling, crisis intervention, and/or referral.
The outcome of counseling is movement toward understanding one's thoughts and feelings, interests and aspirations; increased autonomy; relating meaningfully with others; and integrating one's personal and social responsibility.
What is Counseling?
Counseling is working on personal growth and understanding, problem solving, decision-making, and goal-setting.
Most of us are struggling or have struggled with something, and it is often helpful to talk with someone about it. Sometimes, these personal issues block us from reaching our full potential. Counseling is an opportunity to benefit from working on issues with an experienced, professional helper. The counseling relationship is one that is objective, non-judgmental, understanding and confidential. It is always focused on the individual's concerns.
Some of the concerns counseling may address are: developing life, career and educational plans, including college transfer; problems in personal and family relationships; academic issues including developing study skills and dealing with stress in school; referral to outside agencies; issues relating to anxiety and depression, alcohol and drug abuse, spousal or partner abuse, or HIV/AIDS.
Who uses the Counseling Services?
Students, potential students, alumni, faculty and staff are seen by the counselors.
Where and when are counselors available?
The Counseling Office is located in the Student Services Wing of Warren Hall. Counselors are available Monday - Friday from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. Evening hours are available occasionally from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m., and at the Saratoga County Extension Center in Wilton as posted.
How is an appointment made?
Appointments can be made in person in Warren Hall with the Counseling Secretary or by calling 743-2278.
In a crisis, a person may simply walk in and indicate the immediacy of his or her need.
If students are uncertain whether counseling is what they would like, introductory appointments may help them decide. The decision to seek counseling is always up to the individual.
Is counseling confidential?
Counseling sessions and their content are confidential, consistent with the legal and ethical obligations of the counselor.
Consultation with other counselors or faculty will occur only with permission of the student. At all times the student should be both at the center of the process and in control of the flow of information from the counseling sessions.
The counselors adhere to the American Counseling Association's definition of confidentiality which states that "confidentiality is an ethical responsibility and a professional duty that demands that information learned in private interaction with a client not be revealed to others. Professional ethics standards mandate this behavior except when the counselor's commitment to uphold confidences must be set aside due to special and compelling circumstances."
"Special and compelling" circumstances are those circumstances where there is sufficient reason to believe that the client may do harm to him/herself or others, and in cases involving child abuse. Counselors will take reasonable action under these circumstances.


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Written by BloodTears on 06.04.2012 at 21:36
First impression wasn't great.
Written by Dark Blood on 07.04.2012 at 01:01
Oh man I haven't heard this band for so long I nearly forgot about them.
Well, I will not argue with that for I had the same feeling. They've obviously done better, but I think it deserves a careful listen before doing some harsh judges I might regret. Hopefully this will get me back to them.


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1-2-3 Punch Finishes Fish
The Florida Marlins were knocked out by the Phillies last night by a score of 4-0 in the first game back after the All-Star break. If you thought the Phillies would be rusty after some time-off, think again.
Strike 1
Raul Ibanez – we missed you! Without skipping a beat after a long stint on the DL, Ibanez is back firing on all cylinders. In his first two at-bats last night, he knocked the ball out of the park; a 2-run home run in the 2nd inning and a solo shot in the 4th gave the Phillies all the momentum they needed. Ibanez continues to make a case for MVP as he slings this team onto his shoulders and carries them towards the promise land…
Strike 2
Ryan Howard now holds the record for the fastest time to reach 200 home runs in major league history. He hit #200 last night deep into the seats beyond right field. Howard's homer in his 658th career game surpassed the previously held record by 48 games, set by Hall of Famer, Ralph Kiner. And that home run gave the Phillies a 4-0 lead in the 6th inning.
Strike 3
Jamie Moyer keeps getting younger and younger. In his longest outing of the year, Moyer pitched 7 full innings and allowed only 1 hit, which did not come until the 5th inning. And at the plate, he went 1 for 2 with a single to add to his dominance. Moyer leads the Phillies pitching staff with 9 wins. Who saw that coming at the beginning of the season? I am betting Moyer did.
Up Next
The Phillies continue the 4-game series with the Fish tonight; game time is 7:10pm and Cole Hamels will try to reclaim his spot as the staff ace. Best of luck to him!
Photo by Jenn
*Read more about the Phillies at my other home page, Phightin' Phils Phorum in the My Team Rivals network*
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It was quite a thrill to watch Howard live for the first time during the All-Star festivities. He's a hometown STL boy, so he got the big red carpet treatment. It was awesome. Seriously. Congrats to Howie on 200.
So how come the NL teams all seemed to start last night and we AL fans had to wait until tonight? It is SO unfair!
If Moyer keeps getting younger, I want what he's having! Really incredible the way he just keeps going at a high level.
Hahaha!🙂 Now I really want the seagulls to come to Pro Field today & poop on one of the Mariners. Good job beating the Marlins! http://tribechick.mlblogs.com/
end of 4th I thought wow could he actually pitch a perfect game tonight, everything was going his way, went out to the deck for a quick smoke, came back and wooosh, he gave up a hit…. but still think he is going to have another good year, possibly 14 or 15 wins…. and yep… RAUUUUUUUL is definately MVP bound…..
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LOL! Should've seen the gull in Toronto, Jenn! You'd have laughed your head off!!🙂
Good luck to Cole and the Phillies tonight. Enjoy!
I think the Phils have now got their shiite together and will run away with the NL East in the second half. I also agree with Jane: Moyer is the Dick Clark of MLB!
Man, how does Moyer own the Fish so much? I saw his career ERA is 1.58 against those guys? Not fair.
Congrats to the Phils for getting started on the right foot. We should all be so lucky. Oh! and congrats to Howard on his awesomeness.
This run of wins is great, and I think the Phils are going to win the NL East. I just hope the streakiness is behind us. That stretch against the AL Teams was brutal, and they need to beat Atlanta next time we play to get revenge for them sweeping us last time. The key as always is how well are our starting pitchers doing. I hope Pedro is able to contribute when he gets here in a few weeks. Let's go Phils!


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It's Official: I've Had It With These Sox
I have one question after witnessing the White Sox lose another game and another series–this time to the last place Kansas City Royals, who continue to sit in last place and improved to 14-24 with today's triumph.
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this team is unwatchable.
tired of listening to excuses or believing in the fairy tale that this team is going to get better.
last year was a clue that this group wasn't good enough. the front office missed the clue.
Linebrink, Jenks, Williams, Teahen, Kotsay, Vizquel, Pierre and several others all need to hit the road.
this season is OVAH.
Amen to that! I can't remember the last time I felt such little hope or interest in my White Sox. "The Cell" is going to look pretty empty this summer if this keeps up!


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Tuesday, February 12th, 2013 Mill Valley Public LibraryCreekside Room7 PM (doors open at 6:45)Word Basics | February 12th, 7:00pm Word can be useful for writing letters, creating flyers, and authoring poems, essays and stories. Thinking of what to write should be the hardest part. We'll make the rest easy. In this class, we'll start with the basics: creating a new document, adding content, saving and printing. We'll also discuss formatting: adjusting font types, styles, sizes, colors. We'll talk about adding bullet points and columns, adjusting margins and/or orientation, adding page breaks and numbering, footers and headers. If you want to count how many words you've written or you want to double space your lines, you'll know how to do that after this class.
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Spontaneous goat manure fire stinks up Vt. townAugust 22,2013The Associated Press
WINDSOR - Windsor officials say a pile of goat manure spontaneously caught fire, spreading stench and wrinkling noses through the Vermont town but causing no damage.
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Hotel du Nord (Little DĂĽrer), c. 1950
Joseph CornellAmerican, 1903-1972
Assemblage: painted box, metal ring and chain, wood blocks, printed paper, reproductions of Durer's "Self-portrait at age 13," Durer's drawing of a rabbit, and a reproduction of an anonymous fifteenth century portrait of a child with clasped hands
13 x 12-1/4 x 4 in. (33 x 31.1 x 10.1 cm)
Norton Simon Museum, Museum Purchase with funds contributed by the Charles and Ellamae Storrier-Stearns Fund and Fellows Acquisition Fund
Art © The Joseph and Robert Cornell Memorial Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY
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Using found materials from New York City thrift stores, Joseph Cornell created dozens of fantastical worlds in glass-covered boxes. A self-taught artist, he rarely left his home in Flushing, Queens, where he lived with his mother and cared for his brother with cerebral palsy. Despite his rather reclusive life, Cornell was extremely well read and equally well versed in the contemporary New York art scene. Drawing on the complexity and whimsy of surrealism, he layered materials in his assemblages to speak to a profound artistic sophistication championed by fellow artists. Here he has reproduced Albrecht Dürer's Self-Portrait at Age 13 in a prominent position, as well as an anonymous 15th-century portrait of a child with clasped hands. The incorporation of portraiture here is multilayered, speaking to Cornell's affinity with the artists who have preceded him as well as to the formal qualities found in the pictures themselves.
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ASEA: Another Expensive Way to Buy Water
ASEA is a diet supplement described as a "life-changing" health aid that can benefit everyone.
"ASEA is trillions of stable, perfectly balanced Redox Signaling Molecules suspended in a pristine saline solution—the same molecules that exist in the cells of the human body. Redox signaling is a function that is central to all life. Signaling molecules are created within every cell in the body. After the age of 12, our cells make fewer and fewer of these molecules. ASEA is the world's only source for replenishing them."
ASEA allegedly:
- Promotes enhanced immune function
- Supports the vital activity of cellular communication
- Provides superior "support" to athletes
- Boosts efficiency of the body's own antioxidants by 500%
- Protects against free radical damage
ASEA doesn't (can't legally) claim to be effective for any disease, but since a number of diseases are related to immune function, free radical damage, etc., it's only natural to assume that ASEA would benefit a host of conditions. The claims are deliberately vague, and there is the usual disclaimer that it has not been evaluated by the FDA and is not intended to treat or prevent any disease; but testimonials and innuendo suggest all kinds of specific benefits ranging from better sleep to cancer.
What's in this miracle product? The ingredients are listed on the label: water and salt.
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My Home Run Derby Predictions
Probably my second favorite day of the baseball season happens today, the Home Run Derby. I've always loved the contest from I was a young boy. I remember the '97 derby at Jacobs Field, the '98 derby at Coors Field and the '99 derby at Fenway. Thsoe were the glory days for baseball in my lifetime. I loved seeing a young Griffey drive the ball deep and the B-list players entering the contest. Players such as John Jaha, Brady Anderson and Jeromy Burnitz. They are just afterthoughts in today's minds but I welcomed them with open arms back in the day.
More recently I've followed the derby closely and embraced a new era of players. In 2005 I was overjoyed when Jason Bay was selected to be a derby participant.
You can see from the grimace of on his face that he was pretty dissapointed. Bay did not hit a single ball over the fence at Detroit's Comerica Park. He was booed off the field, but remained in good spirits. This was back when Jason was coming off his Rookie of the Year campaign. He was fresh on the scene and a young face. It is amazing how far he has come. WIth all the talks on his multi year and multi million dollar contracts forthcoming, I'm proud to say I was there form the start. When he was booed at the derby in 2005 I was still proud. Seeing one of my guys with the gold P, in the national spotlight. It was touching.
While seeing a single player in the spotlight is cool it was even better to see the city of Pittsburgh and PNC Park living in the limelight. In 2006 the All Star festivities came to the Steel City. With everything on display for the entire baseball world to see, the city surely did not dissapoint….and neither did Ryan Howard in the 2006 Home Run derby.
Howard too was fairly new to the baseball world back then. He was a big body filling in the shoes of Jim Thome out there in Philly. He used his big wood to amaze the sold out crowd at PNC Park. I was lucky enough to be in attendance at this derby and let me tell you, it was the best live baseball moment I have ever seen. Howard, along with other sluggers David Ortiz, David Wright, Miquel Cabrera and Miquel Tejada dazzled the world with their powerful swings. Many balls landed in the Allegheny River and boats and kayaks went crazy trying to recover the commemorative balls. The best jaw dropping scene came when Howard hit a "HIT IT HERE" sign out in left field. If you've ever seen the derby you will see a smattering of these banners around teh stadium. They are sponsered by Mastercard and if a player hits it somebody in the crowd wins a bunch of money. Howard nailed the banner to win the derby. You couldn't have asked for a better finish to cap off a homerun derby. It was fantastic. As much as I dislike the Philies I was so happy for Howard and myself for seeing such an amazing feat live and in person.
With the derby just hours away I can't help but feel a little sad. I will be working late for the second year in a row missing the Home Run Derby. Last season I was working and recieved a wave of texts from friends telling me a play by play. I heard all about Josh Hamilton going bonkers and how he ended up losing it. This year I've informed my buds not to tell me what is going on. I will have it taped for my enjoyment when I am home and showered up.
Here is the lineup for this year's HR Derby.
Joe Mauer, Minnesota Twins
Brandon Inge, Detroit Tigers
Nelson Cruz, Texas Rangers
Carlos Pena, Tampa Bay Rays
Albert Pujols, St. Louis Cardinals
Prince Fielder, Milwaukee Brewers
Adrian Gonzalez, San Diego Padres
Ryan Howard, Philadelphia Phillies
The National League guys look stacked. It was unique seeing all members of the NL being first basemen. They are the best candidates for the derby and will be sure to put on a show. With Albert Pujols batting in front of his hometown fans, I'm sure he'll be loaded with an advanatge. He knows the park and knows the atmosphere, however I do not think he will win it.
The American League is the lesser of the two of two in terms of power. Cruz, Pena, Inge and Mauer are doing well at the plate and earn the spot but compared to Pujols, Fielder, Gonzalez and Howard the first basemen blow them out of the water.
When the dust settles I beleiev an underdog will come out victorious in this derby.
Thats right Adriiiiiiiiian! Not Rocky's wife, Adrian Gonzalez of the Padres. He's a cool guy. Playing on a well below average team but he sticks out. He has 24 homers in the first half and has been swinging the bat very well. I remember a game earlier in the year when Gonzo nailed 2 dingers in a game.
I'm very excited for what is to come in this derby. Just make sure nobody texts me the results between the hours of 8 and 10.
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SO yeah we swept you guys this weekend, but I would trade that sweep to have seen Howard win that Home Run Derby, now I am jealous….since your doing predictions, I am undecided, but gotta go with Howard or Pena, Howard cause he's a local boy, but Pena 'cause I think he's swinging a good bat at the moment.
Outside the Phillies Looking In
p.s. and the working thing sucks….
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I know! Parents never seem to understand anything.
& That's alright. I'm not a fan of the Pirates, but I wouldn't say I hate them- I like their fight and they never give up. It sort of actually reminds me of the Tribe. http://tribechick.mlblogs.com/
I know Pujols is the hands down favorite, but I'll root for the underdog, Carlos Pena, since he was a last-minute replacement.
I have the same prediction. The underdog Gonzalez will come out on top despite the stacked lineups (not including Brandon Inge)
Seeing that lineup for tonight, I'm very pleased I'm sitting in Right Field for all of it. I expect Prince is going to unload and take this thing.
Thanks for the comment, aww you're always so sweet…it's ok that I'm a freak but 'die-hard baseball fan' does sound a little better :]
You have to work tonight during the derby? Crapper! That sucks, I'm sorry :[ Heck yeah you better tell your friends not to text you before you watch it!
I'm gonna go with Inge…mostly because I do live in Detroit and I do not support the Tigers whatsoever and feel like this time around I should :]
Hey I'm pretty sure Bay wasn't in the all-star game in '06, he was just a participant in the home run derby. Freddy was our only representative.
Hey Man,
I think Adrian can win it all. It would be awesome if he could. He's on my prediction to win it all as well. Thanks for commenting on my blog!
I think it will be Adrian although Albert does have the advantage. Oh, by the way, I have a soft spot for the Pirates since they have two ex Dodgers, Andy LaRoche and Delwyn Young. I too don't think that the Dodgers will fade away. I think they will go all the way.
Wow, everybody is going with Gonzo! What is up with that!? I might have to seriously reconsider my top picks now.
Nice job reminding me of Jeromy Burnitz. That guy had the most violent swing I've ever seen. How did not not throw out his back every time!?
This is anybody's home run derby for the taking, I think either Albert Pujols (Cardinals) or Carlos Pena (Rays) will win the derby. Lots of home run power in a nice ballpark.
Matthew T.
I think Carlos Pena has a great chance. And because he didn't hit any the first time he was in the HR Derby is the reason that JBay said no this year when he was asked! LOL! He was very clear in the local papers that he will not do that again.
I have to agree with Jane. Pujols will undoubtedly be good but I will also be rooting for Pena, just because he's in the AL and wasn't supposed to be there at all. BTW, I've always loved the derby and am just about to leave work early to catch it. Helps that my hubby's my boss!
Ugh. CArlos did not represent the Rays well in this thing. Oh well. At least he hit more than Inge and Gonzo.
Prince Fielder was great, Ryan Howard put on a great show. Zach Duke and Freddy Sanchez will represent the Pirates tomorrow, I think they'll do great representing the Pittsburgh Pirates.


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Barb raised Bret, Mark, and Eric (in photo, from left) on her own. Today, Bret lives in his own apartment with pet cat Taffy.
She brought in a tape recorder and the tape she had made. The chickens and Snowball. Eric wailing on his saxophone. She strung ornaments from the wires above your hospital bed. You were still unconscious, but she talked to you. She brought in the teenagers from the YMCA who had taught you and your brothers music and judo and swimming. Eric and Mark kept going to school and every day their teachers asked, "Has he talked yet?" and every day they had to say no.
You needed blood, more than your mother and her family could provide. She told a neighbor and the neighbor said not to worry, her dad was a foreman at the Waukesha Motor Company, he could do something. He told all the shifts, "Okay, there's a little guy in the hospital, and he needs blood, and need I remind you, all your vacation vouchers go through me?"
You awoke from the coma, but you didn't speak, and then one day you did. You don't remember what you said, but your mother does. You said, "No!"
The doctors told your mother you should be moved to a rehab facility, where you could live out your days. If living was the right word.
Your mother was a hard woman, who by her own admission liked horses better than dogs, and dogs better than most people. She was poor—your mother didn't believe in euphemisms—working for her brother, who owned a greenhouse. Your father had been gone for a while. ("Oh, he was a loving man," says your mother. "He loved tall and short. He loved blond and brunette and redhead.") Your mother was under no illusions about the comforts you'd receive at home. But she grabbed a nurse and together they wrestled you onto an air mattress and they shoved the air mattress into the back of your mother's green Pinto station wagon, and for what doctors thought would be a few miserable years, you went home.
She wouldn't let you have a wheelchair. Your mother was a hard woman, and she knew she would die one day, and if by some miracle—some great, undeserved blessing—it happened before you were gone, she knew you would have to be hard, too. She wrestled you onto that air mattress six days a week for months, slid you into that Pinto, and drove you to the physical therapist and the occupational therapist and the speech therapist.
It was the left side of your brain that had been injured. (Hemiparesis was the technical diagnosis.) Because of that, you had trouble with balance, and weakness and nerve damage in the right side of your body—right-handed before the accident, you would have to become a lefty. The left side of your face was partially paralyzed. Your speech was impaired. You needed medication to prevent seizures, medication you would take for years. To the doctors' surprise, your brain started growing again, but it didn't work like it used to.
So you learned to read, then you forgot. You learned arithmetic, then forgot. You learned to talk, then forgot. You had to learn things over and over again.
Your mother loved musicals, and trying to sing along with her was sometimes easier than trying to talk. She and your grandmother also read you stories from baby books, showed you how to add two plus two. Even today, your mother can quote pages from If I Ran the Circus. If asked, she said you had problems. She refused to use the word "handicapped."
Whenever visitors came over, they brought you toys, and your brothers were delighted, because they're the ones who got to play with the toys. G.I. Joes were the best of all. Eric, 10, was unfailingly kind, solicitous. He had always been that way. Serious, quiet, he had announced when he was 5 that he wanted to be an ichthyologist, and asked for a bathyscaphe for Christmas. He would go on to become a high school physics teacher, before making the suggestion that would change your life. Mark, 8, wasn't unfailingly anything. Wild, unpredictable, impulsive, he would spend his teenage years running a high school loan-shark operation, employing teenage muscle to keep the enterprise efficient, joining the Army right out of high school, then, after that, becoming a long-haul trucker. Mark teased you, commandeered your G.I. Joes. But woe to any other child who picked on you—and there were a few, before Mark and his gang got hold of them.
A blizzard came that first winter home, cutting power, closing the roads. Eric nailed blankets over the windows, spread blankets over the living room floor. One of your mother's girlfriends had a husband with a snowmobile, and he brought you your anti-seizure pills.
Your mother was poor, but she knew that education was important, and she knew what a comfort music could be, and she made your brothers take piano lessons, so she made you take them, too. Your right hand didn't work? Big deal, her brother had a boy with Down's syndrome, and when he was over, your mother gave him a saw and told him to go outside and get some wood for the fireplace.
If your cousin with Down's syndrome could saw wood, you could learn to play the piano. Your mother explained the situation to your brothers' music teacher, told her what she wanted. What she needed. And your brothers' music teacher found a composer—a veteran of the Crimean War who'd had his right hand blown off. He had composed music for the left hand only. You learned how to play the piano left-handed.
You would grow into a man who built a life alone, a safe strategy that could keep out teachers who thought you were slow, doctors who called you stupid, children who teased you. You remember most of them. But you don't remember everyone.
At Clarendon Avenue Elementary School, there was a foot race, and you had trouble walking, never mind running, but all the kids had to compete. One of the fastest kids in your class was also one of the most rotten. A mean lowlife destined for a bad end. That's what your mom remembers hearing about him. But she also remembers him finishing the race, and then looking back, and seeing how far you had to go, and jumping back on the course, and finishing the race again, right behind you, not making fun of you, but keeping you company.
There were the pills and the one-handed music lessons and everything else, but your mother had refused to sue the man who had hit you. He hadn't been drinking. It was an accident. He had kids, too. That's the way she saw it. She had fired her lawyer because he had decided to research the assets of that man. She had yelled at that lawyer, too. How dare he?! And she had yelled at the judge, the judge who told her to sit down and shut up, and who told her lawyer she should sue or be reprimanded for being financially irresponsible. "That man didn't get up that morning and decide, 'I'm going to wipe out a 6-year-old!'" she yelled at the judge.
Your mother got by. Your uncle paid her every week you were in the hospital, but not long after you got out, she returned to the greenhouse, and she got into a squabble with your uncle's wife, so she took other jobs—waitressing, wrapping meat at one deli, taking orders at another.
If you were pouring milk into your cereal bowl and you spilled it all over, your mother grabbed a towel and cleaned it up, but she left it to you to make yourself another bowl. You fell down a lot and when that happened, she wouldn't even stop talking, she'd just reach down and put you on your feet and if you fell again, she would pick you up again.
Your broken bones healed. Doctors reversed the colostomy. Because of the brain damage, you still walked awkwardly, but you fell less. You talked more. And to others, it might have looked like a happy fable: Little boy suffers grievous injury, through tough love and support finds his place in the world. But you hadn't found your place.
Bret helps with repairs and tends to the horses on visits to his philosophical mother's farm.
If your mother didn't know it then, she would soon enough. You were in second grade. It was a spring afternoon, and your mother had come to the school. She might have been hard, but she could also be fun. Every so often she'd stop by school and gather you and your brothers, and maybe a few other kids, and take all of you to go feed the ducks, or to go fishing, or to just sit by a lake and play.
She was on her way to your classroom when she saw you in the hall. You were throwing books and ripping paper. You had reasons, you knew that, and she did, too. The right side of your body didn't work well. Neither did your mouth. You knew answers and couldn't say them fast enough and you knew that people thought you were stupid, and you weren't. Your mother knew how frustrated you were, and if she had been someone else, she might have held you, stroked your head, comforted you.
She snatched you up and she paddled you, right in the school hallway, and people were watching by now, they had heard the commotion and they were shocked, but they didn't know what she knew, they didn't know what she told you that day, dragging you out to her car.
"You can't do all the things the other kids do?" she said. "Tough. You are going to have to deal with it." She was not religious—she had her reasons, generations old and having nothing to do with you—but now, to her sobbing, raging second-grader, she invoked God.
"God never said anything about fair," she said. "He said you got a chance."
After that, she grabbed a marker at home and she scrawled this onto your school bag: "Failure is not falling down. Failure is not getting back up." She wrote the same thing on the refrigerator.
She read to you every day. She did math problems with you. She paid you and Mark a penny each for every fly you killed. She let you play horseshoes, and didn't let you see how that terrified her, and everyone else in the vicinity. And she might have softened, might have let you slide when things were toughest, might have given you a break. But she didn't.
The doctors had told her to make sure your clothes had Velcro fasteners, so that you'd be able to get in and out of them yourself. But she knew the easy cruelty of children, knew the taunts you would easily incite without pasting Velcro targets all over yourself. So she made you shirts with giant buttonholes, and she bought big buttons and she sewed those on and she told you that you were going to learn how to button your clothes.
That first night she and her mother—your grandmother—stood in your room and watched you. When you got to the last button you—and they—realized you had miscalculated, that the two sides were misaligned by one buttonhole. Your grandmother moved to help you. "Get back! If you can't keep your hands off, you should go home," your mother snapped. "He needs to learn to do it himself."
And as you unbuttoned your shirt, with your good left hand and your claw of a right hand, your grandmother stood with her own hands clenched behind her back, to keep them from reaching out to you, and she wept.
Your mother watched, dry-eyed.
Your mother took you to a support group for people who had suffered brain injuries, and their families. When one of the mothers of another young man, also brain-damaged, said, "I'm a survivor, too," your mother snapped, "Oh, no, you're not. You're a parent. This is your job!"
You were put in special classes in high school, and hated them. Other kids would frown and whimper if they couldn't answer a question and then an advisor would do the work for them. You didn't want anyone doing your work. You studied Latin because rolling those strange words around your tongue seemed to strengthen it, and German because thinking sentences through in that language helped you express them in English.
By the time you were a sophomore in high school, Eric had left for college and Mark's loan-sharking business was booming, and his friends—Speedy and Ben and Rich—were your friends. One of them was gay, and your mom was worried that he was a bad influence on you. Not because he was gay. Because he was sneaky. If you were gay, that was fine, but she wanted you to be gay because you were gay, not because you were lonely and one of your loan-sharking brother's sneaky friends was a predator.
When you were a senior, six weeks before you were due to graduate, your mother got a call from your school. You had walked out of a class and nobody knew where you were. She found you on State Highway 83, headed north. She asked where you were going and you said you didn't know. But you were going. You refused to return to Mukwonago High School that day, or ever again.
What was the point? You knew you'd never be able to speak well, you'd never be able to tell people everything you were feeling, everything you were thinking. And what you were feeling and thinking was a mess. You were taking Depakene and Peganone to prevent seizures. Your right hand didn't work properly, and sometimes, especially when you got tired, you limped and listed and there were long silences between your words. You knew you'd always put people ill at ease. What kind of life was that?
You knew what other people thought. You knew what life would be like. You knew what to do. You took a fitful shot at killing yourself. You don't like thinking about it. You don't like talking about it.
Your mother took you to the hospital, where a psychologist told her you were a "dullard." Your mother had found a one-armed composer. She had managed to wrestle you and that goddamn air mattress into her goddamn Pinto. She had found you the blood you needed, and taught you to speak again, and willed you to button your own shirt. So of course she could find a doctor who would take the time to listen to you. To see you. To know you. And she did. He worked in Milwaukee, and he was kind and he listened. And understood. He understood that life was hard, and that life for someone with brain injuries was nearly intolerable, and that all the medications you were on took the "nearly" out of it. He knew how you felt.
"Bret's smart," he told your mother, as if she didn't know that. "By the time you get done talking to him, you're almost convinced suicide is a logical option."
It took time to cure those thoughts. Once, your mother found you in your bedroom with a machete. "You want to kill yourself?" she screamed, seizing the machete. "Here, I'll help you!" She smacked your legs with the handle.
Eventually the doctor suggested taking you off all the medications. He told your mother she might lose you, but it was a gamble worth taking. She and you agreed.
You kept seeing the doctor. You passed your high school equivalency exam. You prepared for the rest of your life.
While Barb raised Bret to be independent, she and Oscar remain his support team.
You decided to take the civil service test for a post office job. You asked that you be able to fill out your name and address before the test started, so you wouldn't waste so much time writing. They refused. They thought you were trying to gain an unfair advantage. It wasn't the first time people had misjudged you, and it wouldn't be the last.
You told your mother you were going to take a data entry course at Waukesha County Technical Institute, and she said sure, if that's what you want to do. You said you'd get there yourself, and she said of course, if that's what you wanted.
You walked to West Greenfield Avenue and got on the number nine bus, and you didn't know it, but behind the bus, slid down in her seat to make sure she wasn't seen, was your mother. She had never felt so proud. She had never—except for days in the hospital—felt so frightened.
You, Mark, and your mom moved north to Pine Lake in 1987 when she bought a bar—The Whispering Pines—and those were good years. Your mother met a man, Oscar, 15 years younger than her, and kind. You tended bar and got to know people, and people got to know you. Your mom and Oscar married; they lived upstairs and you and Mark lived in an apartment below. You took classes at Nicolet Area Technical College. You got A's in Computer Concepts, the Psychology of Human Relationships, Economics, and Creative Writing. Business Law and Intermediate Algebra, you got B's. Fundamentals of Speech, you got a C.
You wanted to be more than a bartender. You applied for jobs around town, but the people hiring said you should be able to type. Of course, you could type. But you couldn't do it fast enough. You filled out an application at a local gas station—it was long, and it took quite some time and you didn't like the way the person at the desk watched you labor over it—and after she thanked you, and you left, your mother saw her tear up your application and throw the pieces in the trash can.
One place that was interested in you was Drs. Foster and Smith, a pet-supply business. But the supervisor was curious. You were receiving disability insurance. Did you not know that working a steady job would jeopardize your monthly government check? Why would you want to do that? You explained to the person that you wanted to work because that's what men did. They worked. Did she have a problem with that? She did not, and she said the company would be glad to have you, and you decided that you thought you might fit in at Drs. Foster and Smith.
You started work on August 29, 1995. You were employee number 860. You worked near another young man named Marko Modic. You lifted things and you moved heavy things and it didn't take Marko long to figure out—once he got past your difficulty with language and the way, late in the day, the right side of your body stiffened, and the left side of your face froze up—that you were a smart guy. Really smart. And funny. Smarter and funnier than most everyone else in the warehouse. You and Marko would talk about politics and women and sports, and you would join the other warehouse employees one day a week to play volleyball. It didn't take you long to realize that with your balance issues and the way the right side of your body didn't work so well, you couldn't play. You stayed on the sides, making wisecracks.
Marko realized that for all your jokes, you had a chip on your shoulder. You acted like you had something to prove. When someone else would carry a five-gallon bottle of water up a flight of stairs, you would carry two jugs, one on each shoulder, right-side weakness be damned. If someone would ask about your injuries, you'd shut them down. We're all different, you would say. End of story.
Marko got to know you, but not many others did. The company hosted an annual summer picnic and an employee appreciation Christmas luncheon, but you didn't attend. Dealing with others was exhausting. And you knew that you made them uncomfortable. You knew what they were thinking when they saw you. Lunchtime, while others were knotted at tables in the cafeteria, talking about whatever people talked about, you sat in the break room, in front of the television, wolfing down your chicken and coleslaw.
People offered you rides to work, but you knew they felt beholden, and you didn't want that, so you refused. You didn't want to risk making anyone more uncomfortable. You walked to work and you walked home. You walked to the grocery store and the Laundromat and you walked to the Red Cross blood center because you wanted to be useful. You watched a few TV shows and went to bed early, and you got up and you fed Taffy and had your oatmeal and cranberries and started over again, and it was enough.
For 18 years, Bret has worked in a warehouse, where he's made friends like Marko Modic.
Your mother had been a hard woman, and she had done her best and she had succeeded. You were a hard man.
If only you could have explained to people all you knew—about farming and animals and your cat and the designer chickens you planned to breed, about military history, and how you knew Latin and German, how you longed for a woman's touch.... But you couldn't explain it to them. That was part of the problem. That was the problem. They didn't want to hear you try to explain, because you made them so uncomfortable. You knew that. You knew that even if you found the cure for cancer, unless you could speak it or write it, it was useless knowledge.
You didn't want to be useless. You helped your mom and Oscar around the house. You memorized four-digit bar codes for items in the warehouse so that when someone needed something, you knew exactly where it was. You toted those gigantic jugs of water. You didn't take vacation days (partly because the paperwork required for a vacation was so daunting). When you weren't working hard, you studied. You took Introduction to Sociology and American History to 1865 and American History from 1865 and Marketing Principles and Personnel Management. You started a retirement account. The Red Cross only visited Rhinelander to collect blood four times a year, so you started visiting the Community Blood Center at Trig's Food and Drug in the RiverWalk Center, on South Courtney Street. They would take your blood every two months, unless your iron was low. If that happened, you made sure to eat more spinach and fish and Total cereal. People built their lives differently, and you had built yours. It was lonely, but you could manage. It was enough.
In 2003, when you were 35, your mother and Oscar told you they had bought a farm 65 miles west, and they would be moving. Would you like to join them? There would be horses and chickens.
You declined. You had been working at Drs. Foster and Smith for almost eight years. Did Oscar and your mother seriously think you would consider giving up your seniority?
Your mother was so proud, yet again. And so afraid.
You stayed in Pine Lake near your brother Mark until the bar sold in 2007. Then you moved to your apartment in Rhinelander. It was the first time you would be living completely alone. You still avoided the Christmas party and the company picnic. You still turned down offers of rides to and from work. You had a job, and three Fridays a month your mother and Oscar picked you up after work and you had those weekends at the farm, and it was enough.
Then in early spring of 2010, Eric phoned from Houston, where he was teaching high school science, and he suggested you join him in a 5-K run in Rhinelander. You declined. Not because you didn't think you could do it. You had been walking five miles a day, to and from work, for years, so how difficult could running be? But you knew how uncomfortable you would make the other people, the people who could speak in paragraphs, the people whose right hands didn't tire late in the day, whose smiles didn't freeze. And you worried about your balance. What if you stumbled in the middle of the race? What if you fell over? Eric persisted. "C'mon," he said, "it's a group thing, but you're alone. You're not going to bother anybody and nobody's going to bother you." Did you enter because Eric wouldn't let up, or because of something else? You're not sure.
You made it through the 5-K in tennis shoes from Walmart with the soles coming loose, and that was one of the first times you realized that what you thought you knew wasn't always true. Running miles wasn't the same as walking—your legs felt like rubber bands. And no one seemed uncomfortable around you. People seemed preoccupied with how they were going to do. They said hello, and you said hello, and they smiled and you smiled. Maybe you weren't helping others, but it felt good. The race finished a couple blocks from your apartment, so you and Eric jogged over there and showered before going to the awards ceremony. People welcomed you, asked you your time (29 minutes), smiled and chatted, and it didn't really matter how slow you talked, how often you had to pause for answers. No one seemed to care. Your boss's wife was there. So were other people you knew. Five weeks later, you ran another 5-K in Park Falls, Wisconsin. The night before, you woke with a cold, but you ran 29 minutes again.
You bought a new pair of shoes, the kind with the big N on them. You decided you had to strengthen the right side of your body. To do that, you needed to go to the gym. You took some of the money you had been saving and you applied for a membership at a local health club, and when you pulled out your credit card and asked if the club accepted it, the guy behind the desk—a big, muscle-bound guy—looked you up and down, at your short jeans and your old jacket and at the smile frozen on your face, and he said, "Well, sure, if it's your card," and you turned and left. But you didn't quit. Failure isn't getting knocked down. You joined Anytime Fitness, in downtown Rhinelander, and your first time there—after your 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. shift at the warehouse—the manager showed you around and explained the machines and you nodded, and you got on one of the treadmills. There was a woman on the treadmill next to you, an older woman, and she smiled and saw you were new because you were struggling to set the programs on the machine. She asked how fast you wanted to go. You knew you made people uncomfortable, but she was so nice and you didn't want to be rude, so you answered, thinking she had asked how far you intended to go. Four. You were going to go four miles. She smiled and nodded, but the truth is, she could see not just that you were new but that you were different, and she thought four miles an hour seemed a little fast. But she kept quiet when she helped you punch the buttons.
You nearly flew off the machine and the woman nearly screamed. You recovered on your own, though, and she helped you adjust the machine to a lower speed and you made it those four miles, and that woman thought about how she had never seen a stronger, more determined person in her life.
You kept at it. Your weak right side meant extra effort, extra focus, to keep from falling as you ran, but you kept at it. You had learned to button your shirt with your claw of a right hand. You had learned to play piano left-handed. Of course you were going to become a marathoner. You had heard about the Disney World Marathon and had always wanted to visit Florida, but you checked, and it was filled up. So you found one closer, the Journeys Marathon in Eagle River, and enrolled for the May 2011 event. But before it, you flew to Las Vegas and ran the Thin Mint Sprint, a 5-K, at the end of January 2011. By yourself.
The day before the race, at your motel, there was a poker tournament. "Look at the dummy, look at the retard," is what you told your mother the other players were thinking. You won $60.
You ran the race, you returned to the gym, and you asked your mother if she would keep May 14 open. You wanted her to come to Eagle River to watch you run in the Journeys Marathon. You hadn't even run a 10-K. You couldn't even walk from her house in Kennan to the barn without swerving. How the hell were you going to make it 26.2 miles? The hard woman told you that you were nuts and told you that you didn't want to do this, that you should run a half-marathon first.
But she and Oscar drove three hours to the race. You wore a cotton T-shirt and over that, a green cotton Whispering Pines sweatshirt that you wore when you did chores at your mother's barn. You wore nylon running pants over your shorts. You were freezing and your mother thought you might die. She knew the cutoff was six hours, and she seriously doubted you would make it and wondered how you would take this setback. After five hours, when well over half of the entrants had finished, she suggested that Oscar drive the course, to check how you were doing, and Oscar suggested that your mother needed to relax, and then she told Oscar to get in the car and go check on her boy.
Fifteen feet from the finish line you limped up to your mother and Oscar, waiting. You were exhausted, and she could see the right side of your body wasn't working too well. She could also see the joy in you. You told them about the race, how wonderful it was, how cold you were, how you were going to do more marathons, and your mother was happy and relieved, but she also couldn't help hearing people screaming all around her.
"Cross the line! Cross the finish line!"
Your time was 5:39. There were 101 finishers. You were 96th.
It's late afternoon and the last light of day is casting long shadows on the snowy streets of Rhinelander. You're getting a ride home today, so you have a little time to chat. You're sitting in Culver's, home of the ButterBurger.
It's a Wednesday, and you have just finished another day at Drs. Foster and Smith. You'll have frozen pizza for dinner and tomorrow some more canned chicken with coleslaw. You bought the can of chicken for $2.39 at Walmart and the bag of coleslaw at Trig's for 99 cents. You'll get two meals out of the chicken and at least four out of the coleslaw. You're good with money. You estimate you save $2,000 a year in cab fare alone. You have more than $50,000 in your retirement account. You had more once, from the insurance money awarded after your accident, but your retirement account means much more to you. You worked for it. Your credit rating is "excellent." You have a platinum credit card. Those are things people don't know about you.
They don't know that you traveled to Las Vegas alone years before you made the trip to run the Thin Mint Sprint. You had intended to meet a woman you'd met online there, but it hadn't worked out. And once you took a bus to Nashville for the same reason, and that hadn't worked out either. They don't know that you met someone who had also been in a psychiatric ward once—after you came home following your suicide attempt—and that you have kept in touch with her, through her problems with drugs and her troubled marriage, and that she asked you to train with her for a half-marathon (this does not make your mother happy).
You know that disappointment hurts, but that nothing hurts as deeply as the injuries people inflict on themselves. You talk about terrible acts of violence in the world and you say that people who can't express themselves, who feel as if they can't tell the world who they are, those people are driven to terrible sadness and can do terrible things to themselves and others, and you sound more like a philosophy professor or a priest than a warehouse dummy.
You talk about thought and language and the Romanian woman you met online and you say "Good day" and "How are you?" in Romanian, then admit that if the conversation goes much beyond that, you're in deep trouble. Even though it's late in the day, and you're tired, your smile is bright, and infectious.
You know that taking action—whether it's reading history or reciting poetry—expands the mind, and that running conditions the body and expands a man's world, and that a man can take pride in the things he does, as long as he's doing things, and you sound like a therapist, or maybe like someone who once tried to commit suicide and then learned the folly of his thinking.
And then you say for a long time you wished you had a girlfriend but now realize that women your age usually have kids, and those women want someone with a car to help take those kids to soccer practice, and that without a car you would just be a burden, so you have accepted that you're not going to have a girlfriend. And you sound like a lot of other people who put themselves in boxes because they're afraid.
You feel bad for people who don't enter races because they think they won't do well. Does that make any sense? you ask. How are you going to do well if you don't try?
You know that speed and distance are the standard measures of a runner's success, but that like a lot of standard measures, they're wholly inadequate to measure your experience. They're wholly inadequate to measure you.
In almost 18 years, you still haven't been to a company picnic or the employee appreciation luncheon. You don't go because you know you make people uncomfortable. Running is one thing—you're one among many, you don't have to chat, and anyone who is uncomfortable, you're not going to see again anyway. But life is something else. What use would it be, you showing up and talking about yourself? What good could that possibly do anyone?
Bret running a half-marathon and posing with brother Eric after a 10-K.
Bobbi Jewell almost screamed when you nearly flew off that treadmill next to her at Anytime Fitness nearly three years ago, but she helped you adjust the settings and watched you go four miles. And then she watched you go four miles the next time you were both there, and the time after that. She watched you add the elliptical trainer and the stair climber.
Bobbi is the owner of a travel agency in Rhinelander, and you stop by her business—it's your first stop once you get back in town from running trips—to show her your medals, your bling. You don't know how much you inspire her.
Marko Modic, your old pal from the warehouse, got promoted a few years after you started together. Then he got promoted again. Today he's head of human resources at Drs. Foster and Smith. He says you're smarter than 99 percent of the people at the warehouse, and he's including your supervisors and his.
He says you have changed, but in subtle ways. He says that before you started running, you would never, ever talk about the accident. Now, especially if it might help someone else, he says you'll admit that you went through a bad time in your life, that your doctors said you'd never be able to walk or talk, and that if someone else is out there and a doctor says that to him or her, then that person should find another doctor.
Marko has bad days. Who doesn't? And when those days come, he thinks about you. He thinks about what his old partner from the warehouse floor has endured, and how he's turned out, and then Marko takes a breath and he knows he'll be fine, if he just does something. He thinks about you and he takes a step forward, and you don't know that.
Five years ago, a couple down the road from your mother in Kennan had a 50th anniversary party and they got a visit from their grandson, Johnny, who had been badly beaten and suffered brain injuries. They called your mother and asked if they could bring Johnny over, if he could meet you.
He was having trouble speaking. He wanted to know how you had learned to talk again. You told him that your mother loved musicals, and that vocalizing, that twisting your tongue around those unfamiliar sounds, helped you. Maybe that helped him. You don't know.
Your brother Eric started running just two years before he got you into the sport. A colleague told him he would like it. "Same old story," Eric says. "Somebody is running and she tells somebody else. Simple. And I tried it and I decided I like doing something besides nothing."
Eric runs only once or twice a week, a handful of 5-K and 10-K races a year. He says he was shocked when he heard you were planning to run a marathon, but he's not shocked at your success.
He says he never thought about what you could do or couldn't do, or your particular struggles or successes. You were just his little brother, and something happened, and you and the family dealt with it. It seems like everyone in your family is sort of hard. But when he does stop to think about your running, yeah, it's something. "Of course it's changed him," he says. When he begins to doubt himself—in running, or in anything—he thinks about what you have done. So yeah, of course it has changed Eric, too. Do you know that? Maybe, maybe not.
There's a lot you don't know. You don't know if you'll attend the company picnic this July, and you don't know if you'll stop in at the employee appreciation lunch at Christmastime. You don't know if you'll find love. You kind of doubt it. In the past 20-some years, you have donated 12 gallons of blood. Nine to the Red Cross and three more to the Community Blood Center. You know it feels good, and you like the free cookies, and you like chatting with the nurses at the RiverWalk Center. Twelve gallons. You know it's doing good. But you don't know how good. There's so much you don't know.
Bret befriended Bobbi Jewell at a local gym and now shows her his medals after every race.
You will deteriorate. You have scar tissue at the base of your brain, and you live with pain. When it's humid, your scar tissue swells and you get tremendous headaches. You might start losing a step tomorrow. You might start losing a lot of steps tomorrow.
Or you may not. You know that researchers have put brain-injured mice on "treadmills," and those exercising mice recover cognitively faster and more fully than nonexercising ones. You know that a doctor named Steven Flanagan, M.D., chairman of the Department of Rehabilitation Medicine at NYU Langone Medical Center, figured that out. He and other scientists suspect the recovery is due to exercise-induced chemical production in the brain, chemicals that promote recovery. You know that along with this there's a growing body of evidence suggesting that people with brain injuries also may recover faster and more fully if they exercise. You know that doctors around the country recommend that patients with brain injuries, when they are able and under supervision, increase their levels of physical activity. You know that it's worked for you, that your mind and body have improved, because of running.
You don't like to talk about your brain injury, or recovery, or what was, or what might have been. But you want people—especially people who are going through what you went through—to know that things can get better, that if things are getting a little better for you, they might get a little better for them.
Your mother believes you are better, and happier, since you started running. She talks about it three days before the shortest day of 2012, sitting in her kitchen, drinking coffee, four days before she and Oscar will drive to Rhinelander to pick you up, take you out for Chinese, and bring you back here to the farm.
She says you feel it's a blessing you don't remember your life before the accident, that it would only have made the past 39 years more difficult. They've been difficult enough. She says you would have been anything you wanted to be—a doctor, or a lawyer maybe—if that man hadn't driven his truck into you. She says you love learning and that it's got to be frustrating being a warehouse dummy. She says she wants you to return to the farm because you love the farm, not because you're frustrated in Rhinelander.
The first morning at the farm you'll wake at 4:30 a.m., as you do every morning, and you'll read in bed (lately you've been reading about the American expedition to Siberia after World War I) and then play some cribbage with your mother and Oscar, and then you'll go take care of the horses and chickens—you walk in a straight line from the house to the barn now, since you started running—and then have breakfast and then help with some bit of construction. Insulating the barn, straightening porch timbers, then pinochle, dinner, a movie on TV, and then it's bedtime. At some point in there, you'll go for a run.
Your mother drinks coffee and talks about the jalapeños she pickles, and says there are great kids who don't become good boys and good boys who don't become fine men, but you have been all. She says she's not sure you would have developed into the man you are without running. In fact, she doesn't think you would have become quite as independent and confident without it. She says you might beat your time by a couple minutes or a couple seconds, but that you will beat it. She knows that improvement might not mean a lot to many people. But it means a lot to you. It means a lot to her. She was an idiot to have fought you on the running, to have doubted you. She knows that now. Your mother doesn't have difficulty seeing the idiocy in others, and she doesn't have a hard time seeing the idiocy in herself.
Your mother is a hard woman who has no time for religion, not since she learned about the priest who refused to convert her Lutheran mother, who was pregnant, to Catholicism before she married her husband in the church. The priest told your grandfather that your grandmother was a whore and that her baby would be a bastard.
Your mother is a hard woman who has no time for religion but who is sure we should all seek God, to try to understand what our gift is, to be useful. She says her gift is not panicking in difficult times, in being good at acceptance. She says your gifts are patience and perseverance. (You disagree; you say they're persistence and stubbornness.)
Your mother sits in her kitchen and speaks of death and mercy and how she was so wrong about running and about the futility of lamentation, and after three hours, she admits that she cried for you once. You were 10 and she realized one afternoon that you would never whistle. It was so stupid, she says, after all you had been through. But she couldn't help it. She bawled like a baby, because you would never whistle.
People who feel sorry for themselves? She understands. We all encounter injury and illness and loss and change, and we're all scared and sad and hopeless. She has certainly been all those things. And the moment she bawled like a baby might serve as an object lesson in how we all—runners and nonrunners, brain-damaged and life-battered, blessed and cursed, teenaged loan sharks and high school physics teachers alike—might handle those moments when we want to give up.
"I have sat in a bathtub full of bubbles having a glass of wine, crying and feeling sorry for myself," your mother says. "Then I got out of the goddamn bathtub and went to bed and got up the next day."
You love running for how it makes you feel. You love it for the endorphins, and how it's something that's hard, and that you can get better at. You love it because at the starting line, you can chat with anyone and so what if it's a little uncomfortable, you're not going to see them again anyway. You love it because it has changed you. You walk straighter now and you feel stronger, and you like how you can check out pretty women in shorts and no one seems to mind. You love it because running makes you realize that you were living in a box until a couple years ago—a safe box, but a box, and that since running, you see you're as good as anyone else, maybe not as fast, but trying as hard, improving as much—and having as much fun. After you finish a race you stay at the finish line, and you yell encouragement at the people still competing—the slowest, the fattest, the people with the most to gain. You know how they feel. You know they're winners, even if they don't.
For your second marathon, you ran Disney, in Orlando, in January 2012. You finished in 5:59, almost 20 minutes slower than Eagle River. But it was warm in Florida, much warmer than you expected. And you ran into a fence at mile eight—in spite of all your training, your weaker right side still throws you off as you tire—so you basically limped the last 18 miles. You did it because you're stubborn and persistent, and because you had entered the race, had grown used to the rewards of racing, and you had decided damn if you were going to fly back home to Rhinelander without a medal, without bling.
You run five days a week now. When you're tired, your right foot flaps a little bit, and it lands funny, but it's not too bad. You have finished six 10-Ks, a half-marathon, and three marathons. This year, you're going to run the Journeys Marathon in Eagle River for the third time, and you're shooting for a 4:22. Ten minutes a mile. You think you can do it. But you don't know.
One thing you do know, something you have learned since you ran that first 5-K in those floppy tennis shoes: You're going to run more races. You're going to fly to places you never would have before. You're going to meet people you never would have met, say things you never would have said.
And you'll be fine.
Something else you know, something else you learned from running: That solitary, hard life you spent so much time and energy building? It's not enough. It never was.
You want more.


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