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Abby was standing to Ellie's desk when she heard someone call out Gibbs name.
He was exiting the elevator when he turned to see who it was calling him.
Smiling she approached the man she had bumped into the day before.
Abby rolled her eyes. "I think I'm going to puke." She mumbled.
Bishop followed her gaze to the woman who was standing to Agent Gibbs. Looking back at Abby searching her friends face. "Um… I'm going out on a limb here but I'm guessing that bothers you."
"No, it…" She trialed off as she watched the woman come closer and stuff a piece of paper in his coat pocket while he just stood there "yes, it does." She admitted while looking at Ellie.
"Why?" Bishop asked.
"She only wants him so that she can parade him around to her friends who are probably just like her and how would that make him feel?" She asked.
Looking back at the elevator Bishop watched him smile at the woman. "I think he would enjoy that."
Abby shook her head. "No, I already know how this is going to go down. After a tough case or when something starts to bother him he's gonna go into "DiNozzo Mode" and call up someone like that and she's gonna prance on over, give him what he thinks he wants then drop him after she's found a hotter guy."
"Who could be hotter than him?" Ellie asked before thinking.
The smile on Abby's face could have powered the building for years. "Really Ellie, is that what you think?" She teased.
Regretting that her mouth was quicker than her mind that time she changed the subject as quick as she could. "What do you think he needs?" She asked.
Still smiling from Ellie's reply Abby looked at her Gibbs. "He hates being alone but you wouldn't know that only because he's gotten good at being alone."
Bishop listened to the rare piece of information that Abby was sharing with her.
"There are reasons why he has so many exes… they all expect him to spill his heart to them and say all the right things like some perfect guy. He's not perfect and if they really did love him they would take him just the way he is because he's perfect even with all his flaws. They want him to bring down his walls, forget his past and love only them. They don't understand that his walls are there for a reason and if you really do know him you won't need to over come them you just have to love him just like that, his past is what makes him… him. He can't just love only them because he loves his car and building things they should just be happy that he tries to love them at all." Abby explained.
Bishop looked up at the woman standing in front of her and realizing that she really did have Gibbs all figured out and perhaps she knew all those things because that's how she truly knew him. That she loved him with all his flaws that made him perfect, that she accepted him for who he was and always will be because she didn't dare change the man who was perfect for her, whether she knew that or not. What their relationship was kept people guessing and made them question just how much they really knew Gibbs and Abby, but sitting here Ellie realized something, she didn't need to figure them out they were Gibbs and Abby and that's just the way it would always be.
Gibbs walking by Abby snapped her out of her thoughts that were finally giving up on deciphering them.
"So, what did Marcy with a 'y" want?" Abby asked.
Gibbs chuckled while taking a seat at his desk. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Know what?" Tony said coming into the squad room.
"That Gibbs was swooning over an easy woman… that's easy with a 'y'." Abby jabbed.
The gunny raised his eyebrow in amusement.
"Oh yeah, did you get her number boss?" Tony asked.
Smiling he pulled out the piece of paper from his coat pocket and held it up to show the younger agent.
Abby rolled her eyes.
"Nice!" Tony exclaimed.
"She said she has a friend." Gibbs smiled at Tony.
"Really?!" Tony breathed getting up to his feet.
"Yup" The gunny replied.
Abby approached Gibbs desk taking the paper from his hands.
"HEY!" He exclaimed.
"I can't believe you two! Especially you, Tony" Abby said facing her friend.
"What?" Tony asked smiling.
"Don't you go ruining what you've been working on for years… she still has those knives and I'm sure she won't hesitate using them" Abby warned.
Gibbs smiled at Tony.
"And YOU!" Abby said turning her attention back to her Gibbs.
He smiled brighter as she stepped closer to his desk.
"You know you could do better than that." She pointed out.
"Really, who would be better than that?" He asked.
"Someone who has more than 10 minutes on her mind, someone who wants forever and someone that makes you happy." She told him.
"Who would that be?"
"I don't know but knowing you; you won't even notice a woman like that if she was standing right in front of you." Abby told him as she turned and walked away with Marcy's number in hand.
Ellie's mind raced 'was Abby suggesting something and what would Gibbs say to that?'
"Where are you taking that?" Gibbs asked looking after Abby.
"Burn all the easy off of it! That's easy with a 'y'!" Abby yelled from the elevator.
The gunny only smiled as he turned his attention to the files on his desk.
Bishop couldn't believe it; he didn't even pick up what Abby was saying and did Abby know what she was saying? Sitting at her desk she shook her head while getting back to her work all the while Tony stood there looking at his boss.
"Uh, you do know Abby was standing in front of you right?" DiNozzo asked who had also picked up on what Abby said.
"Course she was, your point?" Gibbs replied while signing some documents.
Tony huffed "But… she" He took a deep breath. "Never mind" He said as he went back to his desk.
Taking a seat he looked across at Ellie who only smiled knowing Tony was now questioning Gibbs and Abby's flirtationship again.
It wasn't everyday that they spent lunch together but when they did it was relaxing and even better when they weren't working on a case. So, they all met up at the diner that was undoubtedly Gibbs favorite place to go.
Ellie and Tony were first to arrive so they picked out a booth as they waited for Gibbs and Abby.
"Well, you certainly made me start questioning them again." Tony said taking a seat.
She smiled across at Tony. "Good luck I'm just letting it go, there's no point."
"Great, you give up on them and here I go wondering all over again." He said annoyed.
"I just don't think they try to flirt or even if that's called flirting to them but I mean did you hear what Abby said this morning?" She asked.
"Yeah, I looked at him and he didn't even flinch; he just sat there like it was nothing." Tony said.
"Exactly, nothing… maybe it all means nothing to them. Their interactions are purely innocent and I don't think they're flirting it's just how they are." She suggested.
"You know what lets see how they act sitting next to each other." Tony said getting up.
"What?" Ellie asked.
"Yeah move over they're coming." Tony demanded as he flopped down next to her.
Quietly they watched as Abby got out from Gibbs car laughing while he emerged from the driver seat looking at something he was holding.
"That's not funny." They heard him say as he followed Abby who was laughing walking to the entrance.
"Wonder what's going on now?" Ellie thought out loud.
"Time to find out" Tony mumbled while turning his attention to the menu.
Abby was giggling when she scooted down the seat to sit across Ellie.
Tony secretly peeked over the menu at Abby who was smiling at Gibbs as he sat down next to her.
"It had a lot of easy on it." Abby said innocently.
Gibbs chuckled. "I didn't think you would actually do it." He said holding up the small evidence bottle in his hand.
Tony laughed seeing the ashes in it. "She burnt it?"
"Yup, and she give me the ashes." Gibbs said as he set down the bottle on the table.
Abby laughed as she took off her coat. "Hey, if she's meant for you her number will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix."
"The usual gunny?" The waitress asked as she approached the table.
"Yeah" He replied.
"With coffee I take it?" She said jotting down the order.
"Uh, I'm up for a soda." He told her.
"Ooh, with two straws." Abby said happily.
"I'm not sharing with you." Gibbs told her while looking at her.
"Be nice to the girl." The waitress said as she gave him a light head slap.
Looking at the waitress Gibbs was going to protest but seeing her glaring back at him he groaned.
"Two straws" Gibbs mumbled back.
Smiling Abby placed her order. "My favorite salad please."
The waitress smiled back at Abby. "You can have anything you want Abby, he's paying for it anyway." She smiled.
"Am not." Gibbs said looking at Abby.
"You always do now shut up." The waitress told him as she looked at Tony. "And you?"
"Ugh, I'll have your special for today, with a chocolate shake." Tony replied while looking at Gibbs who was grinning at Abby.
"I'll have the same." Ellie smiled at the waitress.
Taking their orders the waitress left their table.
Minuets later…
Tony and Ellie were carefully listening to their banter and never really said a word; not that anyone would be paying much attention to them anyway.
"You need a vacation." Gibbs told Abby.
"Where would I go?" Abby asked.
"Anywhere." He told her softly.
"What if I miss my friends… miss my Gibbs." She smiled at him.
"Why don't you just go with him?" Tony said out loud.
"Doesn't a vacation mean that you want to get away from everything that drives you crazy?" Abby replied. "… he drives me crazy."
"Yeah, in two and half seconds." He jabbed.
"I don't think you could've lasted those three seconds also?" She told him.
"I don't think you can last ten minutes." He shot back.
Abby started to laugh while the waitress came up to their table with their food.
Having their orders they began to eat while Tony and Ellie couldn't help but watch as Abby stole a fry from Gibbs plate and watched him steal it back from her.
The waitress clearing her throat snapped them out it. Tony smiled at her as she looked at the oblivious couple eating their lunch.
"It's amazing isn't it?" She said out loud.
Gibbs looked at her. "What?"
Looking at him she smiled. "All the things I've seen in this diner."
"Like what?" He asked before biting into his sandwich.
"I see people come and go and I see things that people just don't know are there." She pointed out.
"Such as?" He asked with his mouth full.
"Love…" She smiled.
Ellie looked at the waitress knowing what she was talking about.
"Love?" Gibbs asked confused looking at the waitress.
"Mmm hmm…" She said looking at the gunny.
Abby looked at Gibbs who was listening intently at the waitress; and with a mischievous grin she knew exactly how to distract him.
"You see I've seen a lot over my years" The waitress continued. "I've seen people sit in this very diner who have gotten married and I've seen people so oblivious that they wouldn't know they found love even if it-"
Just then Abby leaned over and bit his ear.
"OW!" Gibbs said shooting her a look. "That hurt."
The waitress shook her head. "Yup, wouldn't even know it if it bit them on the ear." She mumbled.
Ellie and Tony both looked at the waitress who continued to shake her head as she walked way.
They ate their food while their minds wondered about Gibbs and Abby who ate their meal not knowing just how much people around them were reading into their actions and choice of words. How could they just be friends and how long could they remain just friends? Were some of the questions they were asking themselves while they ate.
Soon after all their meals were done they said their 'see you later s' and parted. While Tony and Ellie were getting ready to leave the waitress came back taking their plates from the table.
A question was burning on the tip of Tony's tongue and as usual it didn't burn there long.
"So, what do you know about those two?" Tony asked tilting his head to the couple that were walking toward the muscle car.
She smiled as she set the plates back down. Looking at the clock on the wall she let out a sigh.
"I guess I can take my break now." She sat gesturing them to take a seat as she did.
Tony and Ellie sat down wanting to hear what this woman had to say.
"I knew you were itching to say something to me once they left." She smirked while looking out the window seeing Abby hanging on the arm of the gunny. "They're something aren't they?"
"The question is what?" Tony mumbled.
The waitress chuckled. "Oh, I first saw them together…" She smiled. "I rather not say how long ago because she might kill me." She laughed while the two people seated in front of her listened eagerly. "It's been years since that night when I first saw him with her but I remember it clearly."
They watched as the waitress smiled at the memory.
"He brought her here I think it was around the first week that she started at NCIS days before Valentines Day, anyway, he was nervous, shy even, if you can call it that. There was something different about him, he was smiling a whole lot more than usual and she was stealing glances at him, hell all the women here that night were doing the same, they always do." She chuckled. "But he didn't care about anyone else that night, that marine only had eyes for her. They talked, they laughed and I over heard her tell him almost whispering
'I like you'
'I like you, too'
"… he shyly stumbled through those four little words"
Shaking her head she continued. "There was a silence about them after that little exchange like they were figuring out where to go from those innocent words, maybe it was date maybe just dinner, who knows. Your guess would be as good as mine." She smiled at them. "They left and I went to collect their plates. That's when I looked out the window." She said looking at the window and began to laugh. "As fate would have it this very window here." She smiled. "I look out and I see them standing so close facing each other, I waited for something to happen and he leaned in and kissed her but by the look on her face it was a kiss she wasn't expecting."
Tony frowned while silently questioning what type of kiss it was.
"He kissed her on her cheek." The waitress explained.
The agent raised an eyebrow as the waitress continued.
"Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he really gave her the kiss that she wanted. Would they have become like Karen and Todd over there." She said nodding in the direction of a couple seated there with a little girl. "That's their daughter Samantha…" She informed the two people seated in front of her.
Tony cleared his throat. "What are they like when it's just them?" He asked.
"You mean when they come here?" She asked.
He nodded.
She pursed her lips. "Not any different then what you saw earlier, though there are times when I see glimpses of that shy marine from years ago and she still steals glances just like any breathing woman in here does when he's here. There were times when she would come here with that young man the one that talks too much about computers and such."
"McGee?" Tony said.
She nodded. "Yeah, but she doesn't look at him like the way she does when she's here with her Gibbs. When she's with him she looks at him like she knows what he's thinking, looks at him like she enjoys that he's here with her and no one else. There were times when he brought others here and I know they were women he was in a relationship with but he never really was like the way he is, when he's with her. They wear their hearts on their sleeve and still they can't see past the words and gestures that mean nothing to them now."
"Like the kisses on the cheek or the hugs." Ellie filled in.
"Mmm Hmm… take any two people on the planet and have them do what they do every day they would say they were in love that they are made for each other but no, not them. Their kisses have become innocent, meaningless even. What they say to one another means everything but nothing at the same time." She chuckled. "What could mean everything to everyone else and mean absolutely nothing to them? Now, there's a riddle for the ages." She smiled as she got up from her seat.
Tony and Ellie looked out the window seeing Abby hug her Gibbs while the waitress went back to her job.
"So, the kisses didn't start after he gave her the rose." Ellie pointed out.
"I guess not." Tony said.
"She lied about that; what else do you think she lied to us about?" She asked.
"Dunno, we don't have enough time on this earth to think about that." Tony told her.
"There's no point at all is there?" Ellie asked.
"Nope" Tony breathed as he got up.
Bishop got up after him.
Abby breathed in the scent that was purely her Gibbs. "Mmm… So, no one, hasn't found the smell of sawdust sexy, lately?" She asked.
He smiled. "Nope, poor Marcy never even had the chance to smell the sawdust on me." He teased.
She giggled leaning up placing a usual kiss on his cheek. "You deserve to be loved Gibbs, really loved. Not by someone like her who's only going to leave you in your basement trying to drink away how you felt. You need someone who will never leave you." She told him.
Looking at the woman he held he smiled as he leaned in placing an innocent kiss on her cheek. "You haven't left me yet." He whispered.
"I could never leave you, even if I tried." She whispered back.
In that moment they saw something in each others eyes that they never saw before. A hint of something that he only saw in Shannon that he concluded that only she could ever look at him that way, but in this split second he knew he was wrong.
She watched him look at her like he had discovered something, something that had always been there but never seen until now. This gaze didn't last long because it terrified both of them that if they held it any longer their lives would never be as simple as it was now.
How could she love him when he was out of her league? How could he love her the way he only loved the girl with the red hair, so many years ago? Words left unsaid they let each other go physically all the while still holding onto the meaningless love that kept them friends for this long.
Soon after they sat quietly in the car both unsure of what to say; until she gathered her courage and broke the silence between them.
"You forgot this." She said quietly.
He looked at what she held in her hand. He faked his first smile ever since meeting her as he took the small evidence bottle that had ashes in them.
There were no jokes to ease this moment and they couldn't tease their way out this to forget what it was that they saw in each others eyes moments ago. It's the way they always were, the way they always were going to be, right? Just friends with kisses that were innocent gestures of endearment, friends who never considered having it any other way than the way it has always been. A flirtationship that bordered on a line they never saw until today.
A line that would keep them on this side of love and away from the kind of love that, fearless lovers only dared to embrace. While everyone gave up on trying to figure them out they sat quietly in the car now trying to figure out what it is that they saw in a gaze that only lasted a moment. A destination a waited them but it wasn't the Navy Yard it was a destination that was determined on how they would handle what they saw in that split second moments ago.
This is where this story would end and perhaps where a different story would begin; if only they knew what to do about the silence that was killing them.
The End.
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When you stay at Hilton Garden Inn Richmond Airport in Sandston, you'll be near the airport and convenient to Virginia Aviation Museum. This hotel is within the vicinity of Dabbs House Museum & Henrico County Tourist Information Center and Dorey Park.
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Green, every breath we take
Short Story by: Chocopiggy
Status: Finished
Genre: Other
I stare at the blank window pane, seeing a white rim and wood coloured middle, not yet painted, the sharp edges stabbing your eyes with splinters just looking at them. This whole room used to be green, now it's blank none of the secret corners or special nooks. There used to be a painted tree, there to brighten the room, now everything has lost it light. Mum used to nurse me in hear, singing sweet melody as I tried to shut my eyes and pretend to fall asleep even though I couldn't, just so she could have one night of rest, I knew what a bad state she was in. I cough and choke as I try to catch my breath but I know as soon as I go and get a glass of water I will taste nothing, and there will be an empty glass, I don't know why I haven't died yet, maybe I am swallowing water, it just isn't quenching my thirst. Mum left, three weeks ago, all the green left, she lay in bed, calm and peaceful, staring at the green bird she had thought of when I was little. My mum knew everything, she could paint something with her mind and plant a tree with her eyes closed. She was the environment, she could do anything, but she left and so did all the green. The rooms in our house used to be spilling with all types of green, now the colour is stripped of the walls and blank, like a blank canvas that needs to be painted, we are urging something to paint everything but we can't, we used all the paint to quickly to many coats of paint were put in one corner, and it's all thanx to me, to us to the earth, we used it and now it's gone and we can't get it back because if we try, we'll lose everything we haven't already lost.
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this was very deep, and very true. your descriptions paint pictures. You are a very skilled writer meg. Please write more.
i tried to click 'i liked it' again but it wouldn't let me! evil booksie...
You're soooo good, Choco!
I love this one, but try to write on Grandma/pa's computer with poems, because on the Mac they come out all bunched.
Great stuff, I love the thing about how you know that the glass will soon b empty.
Great shtuff!
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Early Summer Blooms
Skipping to the good stuff here — skipping spring poppies, summer sweet peas and getting straight into the high summer/autumn beauties!
My BESTIE is getting married October 8th this year so I need to focus. She's enlisted me to do her flowers and I couldn't be more excited!
Autumn is when the bounty rolls in. Last year October was the month I felt like I hit my stride. The dahlias, zinnias and foliage were amazing!
I love the idea of breaking floral elements into three categories – the brides, bridesmaids and "uglies".
The bride is that cafe au lait dahlia – demanding attention. The most perfect element.
The bridesmaids could be the bolder dahlias above. Their color brings contrast that helps the bride pop. Her beauty and form still hold the spotlight.
Or they can be as simple and unassuming as the neutral zinnias below. Echoing the subtle color of the bride while still allowing her to shine
The "uglies" are the foliage. To me they are lush, verdant and help everyone else pop. On their own they're not much to look at. They have a vital role as filler, it'd take a LOT more flowers without them!
They're the official flower of the great city of Chicago! They're also amazingly long lasting cut flowers, easy to propagate and come in all kinds of beautiful =D
I really enjoyed growing them last season. I ordered mine from Minnesota. Most flower farmers rave about Kings Mums but I don't have experience with them. My understanding is those require careful overwintering and I'm not into that.
Let's start with what these are not. These are not "exhibition" type mums. They're not the Seaton's J'dore variety you see all over Instagram.
These "Mums from Minnesota" at fgimn.com are bred for brutal winters. Not exactly what I'm into but it's what I'm stuck with. I'll be sure to report on their hardiness as soon as the ground isn't frozen solid =P
These mums are beautiful!!! There are all different types available. My absolute favorite variety is above and below, name is "Homecoming". I was expecting "Pat Lehman" to be my favorite from the photos online but "Homecoming" was a pleasant surprise.
So if you're convinced and have to grow some mums now, here was my process
So the sweet peas have been looking bad for a while now, just got around to pulling them this week. I suppose that means I owe the blog a post on my experience this year.
The secret for me to be able to grow sweet peas semi-successfully in Chicago is variety selection. I say semi because my little patch is much better than last year's lonely stem, but not as luscious as those I see in the Pacific Northwest, New England or England. For Chicago I'll take them.
Sweet Peas know when to flower based on how long the days are. A spencer variety, Mollie Rilestone or April in Paris for instance, have the BEST stem length, largest flowers, fragrant. But those are the varieties I'm lucky to get a stem or two out of. It's just too hot by the time the plants allow flowers to form. Sweet Pea varieties that have been bred to flower sooner help us in Chicago.
Spring Sunshine was the variety I used, from selectseeds.com. Winter Elegance is another variety that can flower even earlier, but I didn't see any compelling evidence that the stem length would be usable. Spring Sunshine is better if you're interested in producing cut flowers.
These were sown in either root trainers or reused 1 gallon perennial type pots. You'll need something with around 6″ growing depth for their early root development. A typical jiffy seed starting "greenhouse" system will not have sufficient depth for root development. I did notice substantial root development in the root trainers compared to the reused perennial pots at transplant time. Fun to try out but ultimately I didn't notice any difference in flower production.
Pinch the central growing stem to promote basal branching and MORE FLOWERS!!
One thing that surprised me was the Spring Sunshine series have differences between colors. I figured since they were all in a "series" together they would have the same characteristics. Nope. Cerise, the bright pink in the photo above is what I lusted after. Color was dead on but unfortunately paled in comparison to the light blue/mauve variety with respect to stem length and fragrance.
All in all completely worth growing. The fragrance is worth the hassle of finding specific seed varieties to be successful in this climate.
I spent a lot of time planning my garden this winter. I really need to get some other winter hobbies!
The file below is my plan for when to sow seeds for my garden this winter. It's separated into three categories, Start Indoors, IN GROUND (either transplant seedlings from inside or direct sow in the ground) and Fall Harvest. In my mind it is better for me to just put it out there for you and you figure it out rather than spend any more time explaining it —
Please do leave any questions in the comments section and I'll be happy to clarify
Fragrance is my primary goal in the garden this year. Last year I'd show someone a flower and they would always try to smell it. With zinnias and dahlias, there is no scent. Unfortunately scent has been bred out of many flowers over the years. Plant breeders have decided the ability to ship long distances and last weeks in a vase are more important than scent. I disagree. Local, slow flowers allow for fragrance AND freshness. Not being shipped long distances mean we'll still get a decent vase life.
My goal this year is to have at least one type of flower with noticeable scent blooming throughout the season.
My passion for gardening started with a wild idea that I could grow flowers for my wedding. Zinnias were a mainstay of this fantasy. I love that they were cheap to start from seed, would be blooming when I needed them and sounded fairly easy.
The Benary Salmon Zinnia pictured above was the one I fell in love with online. I loved the soft salmon rose color. The touch of coral.
I sowed seed a little late, mid May. They were just starting by my wedding date of August 1st. There weren't a ton, maybe a dozen from my 10 plants. I had already known I would need to supplement so it wasn't a huge disappointment. They kept going into November. Their show was amazing, I particularly loved the little yellow stamens that would peak out from the center, you can see what I'm talking about in the photo above. The ones I left to produce seed for next year developed beautiful variation in their petals.
For reference, I don't know how to edit photos. This is a raw image taken with a fancy borrowed camera (thanks Mom!).
In the photo above you can see some BRIGHT orange zinnias peaking out. All of the seed for this area came out of the same packet. These were the first ones to flower. So imagine me, checking the flowers every morning, poking around for buds. Waiting for that first bloom and BAM — orange. Halloween orange. At the time it was not at all funny. I gave up on thinking I could ever use my flowers for the big day.
When I was planning my garden and first started looking at zinnias, the dahlia types with a multitude of tightly packed petals were what appealed most to me. Some of the ones I loved the most didn't look like that one bit. The one above would never end up on a seed suppliers website trying to sell you Benary zinnia seeds. But here it is — light, airy with a certain carefree quality to it. Perhaps even more beautiful than the "perfect" ones I had envisioned as I was sowing seed in the spring.
My garden is done for the 2014 season. I dug up the dahlias that I loved this year, and photos of them in bloom and the tubers produced are below.
The first two photos are of a purple dahlia that was grown from seed. These were grown in an area that was amended with sand and compost in my heavy clay garden. They bloomed profusely, but did not bud until a few weeks after the dahlias grown from purchased tubers. Big, fluffy cloud like booms. I'm curious to know what dahlia form these are considered. Are they similar to any named varieties?
These were interesting in that the purple was a typical dahlia clump, while the yellow had distinct stems with different clumps that were already divided — score!
I was hesitant to grow dahlias from seed because I was unsure of the blooms that would result, but I am so happy I did! The pompon dahlias were some of the earliest to start budding and blooming. The larger cloud like purple and yellow plants started blooming later, I still had blooms into November!
After their leaves browned I dug the roots of the yellow and purple variety to save them. I was very impressed with the tuber quality that resulted from these seed grown dahlias and I'm excited to have more known tubers for next year.
The smaller dahlias I left in the ground to overwinter. I doubt they will come back in my zone 5b Chicago garden and I kind of hope they don't. I'm excited to start another row from seed next year! Hopefully I'll be in for a few more nice surprises.
Up next is the only purchased tuber I planted — Wittem. I chose this variety to use for my wedding. I'm sure I'll have a much more in depth post in the future.
I started with 6 clumps in the spring and I'm not sure how many I have for next year, but wow did they multiply! I'm going to clean them up best I can and store them in a cool spot in the basement. Will divide in the spring and report back.
Not sure I'll put dahlias I intend to dig up in they clay again as it was a chore to dig them out. Very nice tubers for next year.
It was a great first year of growing dahlias and I'll continue, but I don't think they'll get as large of a chunk in my garden in the future. I will give away a few of the clumps to friends and family. I do hope to invest in a lotus flowering variety for next year and perhaps some consistent bedding varieties. My number one priority next year is fragrance, which dahlia's unfortunately are completely void of. Their foliage has a distinctive scent I don't dislike, but it's not floral.
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Democrats Want Hearings To End Even Before They Start
Tue., July 8, 1997, midnight
Democrats demanded a halt Monday to the House's Republican-led campaign finance investigation, contending the GOP has mismanaged its inquiry so severely that four key staffers quit.
"There is no hope for this investigation," said Rep. Henry Waxman, D-Calif., the ranking minority member and spokesman for his party on the Government Reform and Oversight Committee.
Waxman told reporters that the failures of the investigation, led by committee Chairman Dan Burton, R-Ind., were demonstrated when chief counsel John P. Rowley III quit along with three staff other members last week. Rowley cited "the unrelenting self-promoting actions" of chief investigator David Bossie.
In a letter to Speaker Newt Gingrich, Waxman said the House should defer to the Senate's campaign finance hearings, which begin today.


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Atlanta Hawks coach Larry Drew says ''it's a little bit mind-boggling'' that his team didn't come out with more intensity in Game 1 of the playoff series against Indiana. The Pacers romped to a 107-90 victory, and Drew said Monday that it's clear why: ''They physically manhandled us.'' Drew says the Hawks looked as though they were playing just another regular-season game, which won't do at this time of year. The coach says he couldn't believe his eyes when watching film of the Indiana rout. The Pacers outrebounded Atlanta 48-32 and went to the free-throw line 34 times, compared to 14 for the Hawks. Drew is pondering a possible lineup change to get more physical with the Pacers. Game 2 in the best-of-seven series is Wednesday night in Indianapolis.
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Family History
We receive numerous inquiries about individuals who may have been a part of our lineage of railroads during the past 160 years.
The fact is, despite the advanced technology at our command today, it is literally impossible to create a database that could begin to keep track of the generations of people who have been a part of what now is BNSF.
Check these resources to learn historical information about U.S. railroad employees.


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Larceny (disambiguation)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Larceny is a form of theft.
Larceny may also refer to:
- Larceny, Inc., 1942 film
- Larceny (1948 film)
- A Touch of Larceny, 1959 film
- Grand Larceny, 1987 film
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Russia said it is ready to take practical steps to de-escalate the crisis in Ukraine in line with a cease-fire plan outlined by Russian President Vladimir Putin.
Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov said Russia hopes the plan will be heeded in Ukraine and in the eastern Ukrainian cities of Luhansk and Donetsk.
He said Russia is ready to take practical steps toward de-escalation together with the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe (OSCE).
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I have a copy of "Training for the NEW ALPINISM" hot off the presses! I will get a chance to read and review it shortly for C-T. But having seen a bit of it previous and knowing the authors...like many do already...for our sport this is going to be an amazing book!
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What is common among the recent NDP bill, the Clarity Act and the recent Globe articles on "clarity" in the context of Quebec separation from Canada? They are all unclear when they talk about clarity.
There are two parts to clarity, as all participants in the debate seem to agree by now: the "clarity" of the question to be asked; and the "clarity" regarding a majority voting for separation. While the first part seems to be more or less clear, there is no clarity among these views regarding a "clear majority".
What on earth is clear majority?
In the debate, there seem to be two answers: the NDP answer which basically says that they are singularly going to focus on the issue of the clarity of the question and, on the issue of a clear majority, they are going to ignore the "clear" part and concentrate simply on the majority. This is not good enough because clear majority, while its meaning may be unclear, simply is not the same thing as the majority.
The answer from the Clarity Act is: we understand that "clear majority" is different from a "majority" but we have no idea what the distinction is. We will leave it to future Parliamentarians to sort it out. This is also not good enough.
The determination of a "clear majority" is largely a statistical issue and hence we should seek help from statisticians. This would be a clear example of evidence-based decision-making on an issue which, at least to me, is the most important issue facing Canada.
As an example, assume there are 100 voters and that each and every one eligible to vote does indeed vote on a clear question. Of these, 51 vote yes and 49 no. I would argue that this is a "clear majority". It is a majority and it is as clear as it could be.
If that is accepted, one way around this unclear debate is to make participation in a separation referendum mandatory and use the simple 50 plus one rule.
However, it is not that simple because, as statisticians know, even with a mandatory rule, not everyone can vote. There are sick people, those who are travelling, some who cannot be located easily, etc., etc. Even with mandatory voting, it is conceivable that a 50-plus-one formula may contradict the unknown majority view.
It gets more complicated if voting is not mandatory. Suppose only 60 of the 100 vote and 31 vote yes. Is this a majority? For election purposes yes but for breaking up a country? It is indeed a majority – even in these circumstances – but a "clear majority" it is not.
I would offer the following simple definition of clear majority: 50 plus 1 of all those who are eligible to vote agreeing with a question posed to them.
While the definition is simple how do you make it operational? This is where a statistician would be helpful. Here is what I would propose.
First, make participation in the referendum mandatory. Surely, if we are thinking of breaking up the country, the province wanting to break up should at least listen to the view of all its current voters. Some may argue future voters should matter as well but I have no idea how to capture that.
Some would argue as well that there is no need for mandatory voting as those who do not participate are expressing their view that they are indifferent to the outcome. That is not always true, as statisticians know. Survey data show that those who are championing a cause are more likely to vote than those who are not, thereby biasing the results.
Second, we need to account for the views of the missing voters in a mandatory referendum. Knowing the experience with the census data collection, this could be about 5 per cent of the voters, a large number if the target for success is 50 plus 1. This would be a more complex and more expansive exercise than counting people in a mandatory census: this is because the census is on a household basis while the referendum count must be completed on an individual basis.
In counting the missing voters, we could follow up those who have not voted. We need to keep in mind they would know they have power as their vote could be crucial which would lead politicians to concentrate on them, thereby encouraging even those who want to vote to hold off. This could be corrected with hefty penalties for those who do not vote in the first place.
Even this may not capture all the voters. We would need to determine the cause for this and make appropriate statistical adjustments.
This sounds pretty complicated. It is. But it is a necessary evil to get a view regarding a "clear majority" of 50 plus 1 of those who are eligible to vote.
Fortunately, there is a simpler way possible: get a statistician to estimate the margin of error caused by those who may not vote in estimating the yes vote and add it to the 50 threshold. This means that a "clear majority" of 50 plus 1 would in practice mean 50 plus X (for the margin of error to be estimated) plus 1.
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Sometimes you wanna go.
by Sabine
Autumn's been cold and so, in recent weeks, before he locks up, Sam has been taking a little time in the empty bar to exercise Duke, the toughest, lovingest rottweiler in New England. Lately Duke's been feeling his age and Sam's vet, a nubile little number named Sheila, prescribed glucosamine but at $24 a bottle it doesn't seem to be doing a thing except making Sam's wallet easier to bend. He tosses a knotty rope and Duke, who had until that moment been napping quite peacefully under the player piano, peels both eyes open and trots diligently over to the chew toy. With equal diligence and the lumbering gait of a geriatric, he crosses the room to Sam and drops the rope, eyes bright and nocked tail wagging like a thumb. Sam grabs both sides of Duke's great massive head, and lays a kiss on the old boy's skull.
Duke's onset of arthritis coincided with a tightening in Sam's own knees, a seizing in his back and his hips that brings with it an old man's guttural and phlegmatic "yee-ahh" every time he stands up. "Whattaya think?" Sam asks, hoisting himself to his feet and tossing the rope again for Duke. "Think there's life left in us?"
Duke makes his way down the bar and into the corridor by the restrooms to retrieve his toy. Sam's pitching arm isn't what it used to be but he can still lob one over the plate now and again, and truthfully the night's exercise is as much for Sam as it is for the ten-year-old rott. Duke comes back with the rope, laboring a little over the riser, and Sam picks it up. "Mattingly at the plate," Sam says, winding up as far as the bursitis in his shoulder will allow. "Malone pulls back for the pitch. And --" He lets the toy loose and it hits the placard on his office door squarely with a hollow thump before dropping to the floor. "Steee-rike one!" This time when Duke brings the rope back he stops before the riser and sinks to the floor, resting his chin on the knots like a pillow.
"Don't get too comfortable," Sam says, heading to the coat rack to get his jacket and Duke's leash. He punches the code into the bar's alarm, hitches Duke to his leash, and they make their way out into the blustery Boston November night.
Sam loops Duke's leash loosely over his wrist and lets the big dog lead him out into Beacon Street. Just down the block, in the Back Bay sprawl, Sarah's in her mother's townhouse, having her hair styled or her makeup attempted. Or maybe they're done all that and are now drinking. Beer, maybe? Do girls drink the nights before their weddings? Sam can't remember. White wine, maybe, that sounded right. His little girl and his ex-wife drinking white wine five blocks away.
Sam has tomorrow off; Henry's got the bar and Carla's looking after her grandkids, so only Sofi's working, but Sofi once jackknifed a guy for leaving a lousy tip. Sam figures the bar's in good hands.
Duke is sniffing along some hedges, but any moles or badgers that might have been crawling about in there fled at the old boy's unsubtle approach. Duke sits down next to Sam's feet and lets out a low, asthmatic wheeze.
"Me too, buddy," Sam says, patting him on the head. They make it home, though home is now a condo south of Comm Ave and his vintage Corvette spends her long nights alone in a covered garage.
They take the elevator up, get some mail, bills and circulars, nothing. Sam drops his keys, bends down to unclip Duke from his leash, and the grateful dog scampers off to find an area of carpet to circle several times before settling upon it for a nap.
Sam opens the refrigerator and gets himself a club soda. It's only eleven, early enough to get in a date tonight, but Sam's more concerned about tomorrow. He wasn't going to bring one of his bimbos to his own daughter's wedding, but the idea of showing up stag gives him the willies. Carla had agreed to accompany Sam to the wedding, except one of her kids got sick and now there's nobody to babysit the grandchildren. Duke stands up, comes over and lays his head on Sam's knee. Sam scratches at his ear.
The telephone sends a jolt through everybody, and for a second Sam forgets what that noise is supposed to indicate, but presently he puts it together and picks up the receiver. "Y'ello, Sam Malone here."
His intestines pool, and his skin is clammy. "Diane?"
"Yes, Sam, it's Diane Chambers."
"I'm calling the police," Sam says, and hangs up the phone.
Expectedly it rings again. "Jose Canseco," says Sam.
"Sam --"
"Diane, unless you are currently i on fire /i , I can't think of a single reason you'd expect me to talk to you after fourteen years."
"I'm -- Sam, wait --"
Sam stands up and starts to pace, the old vitriol rising and with it a whole host of other complicated feelings that tend to make a man insane. "On second thought," he said, "why don't we see if we can get someone to i set /i you on fire? That'd make the call worthwhile. Who's nearby where you are? I imagine anyone around's gotta hate you as much as I do."
She huffs. "That's not fair," she says. "I have friends now, friends and a life, so don't you go assuming --"
Sam hangs up again.
"Charlie's Pool Hall, we're always hiring!" he answers, when the phone rings again. "Let's hear your sales pitch, little lady."
There's silence at the other end of the line and for a moment he's afraid it's not Diane at all this time, but then she coughs and even her cough makes the hair on his arms stand on end. "Sam Malone," she says. "Please do not hang up the phone on me."
"You got five seconds to tell me why not," he says. He hears her breathing. "Three, two --"
"I'm on fire!" she blurts, and he laughs. "Just listen," she says. "Will you listen?"
Sam growls.
"Now, Sam. Have you turned into a gruff old codger in your advanced years, or is it simply me who provokes the i animal /i in you?"
"You make me wanna kill something, if that's what you mean."
Diane scoffs, a light, melodious sound that comes tinnily through the phone. "My Sam," she says, sort of trailing off, and it lingers in both their heads.
"Ah, damn, it's good to hear your voice," Sam says, before he can stop himself.
"Yours too," she says.
He takes a breath. "Not that I don't still hate you and your stupid face," he clarifies.
"Of course not," she says.
"Now will you tell me i why /i you called? I mean, why, tonight, the night before my daughter's wedding, do you call, after me not hearing from you for i fourteen years/i "
"Sam, I -- your daughter's wedd -- you have a daughter?"
Sam surrenders. He sits down again and looks over at her picture on the coffee table. "Yep," he says. "Sarah Alice Muir."
"Handy initials," Diane points out.
"Ah, she's beautiful, Diane," Sam says, kicking up his feet, looking at the photo that the wedding photographers had given him, Sarah and her fiancé, Jason. Sarah with her long dark auburn hair twisted up in those corkscrew curls. "She's nineteen. I think she's too young, but her mother --"
"Nineteen is too young!" says Diane. "Is she in school?"
"She's at Harvard, studying computers. So's her fiance. They seem to have good heads on their shoulders -- better'n mine, anyhow."
"Oh, Sam, that's not -- well, Harvard, yes, okay, that's fair. Harvard, huh? Apple didn't land too close to the tree, eh?"
Sam rubs his face again. "Got it from her mom. Rita has it all, looks, brains, the whole package. I met her right after you and I -- right after you left me."
"Left, Sam," Diane says. "Left the bar, left the United States, left my old life. But not you. You were with me throughout my travels, of which there have been many, and stories shall be told, but that is for another time. Suffice it to say, you have never been far from my thoughts."
Sam takes a breath. "Well, you were sure as hell far from mine. I might have been with you on your travels, but back here at Cheers, I was all alone. Six months, you said, and I -- Fourteen years, man."
"Sam," Diane says. Her voice sends a thrill through him he tries to fight, but the familiar heat spreads through his gut and his groin, and he licks his lips.
"Yes, Diane, yes, the past is behind us and now I just have one question, which is, i why did you call/i " Sam stops to wipe some sweat from the receiver. "What, now, tonight, can I, Sam, do for you, Diane Chambers?"
There's some silence on the other end of the line, but then it's Diane again. "I'm in Boston," she says and reflexively he looks out the window. "Only four days, then it's back to Germany for the a quick lecture and then a book signing in France. I'm quite a celebrity in France."
"The French have always had weird taste. What's it have to do with me?"
Diane hems and haws. "I know it's terribly sudden, but somehow I thought we might be past all the drama and nonsense of our early courtship and might have moved on to a place where, were we to find our paths crossing in some spot on the globe, we might indulge ourselves in friendly reacquaintance."
Sam laughs. "You want a quickie?" He imagines he can see her scowl and something about it makes him want to chop lemons.
"No, Sam, I do not want a i quickie /i , as you so decorously put it. Not that I don't retain some very fond memories of the time we had together, but --"
Sam exhales. "Still talk as fast as ever."
"In six languages, now. Well, my German's only passable and my Italian is truly a little rusty, and though my written Cyrillic is positively fluent, my spoken Russian leaves much to be desired. So let's call that three and...three quarters languages."
"Do I make you nervous?" That's something Sam could never have said, back then, back when he was in awe of her every word, when he was dumb like a bump on a frog -- an ex-drunk bump on a frog -- back at Cheers together. Now he's had a little more time in therapy, and he's mellowed, and he's read a book or two. Either way, Diane's been quiet for an uncharacteristic moment and Sam chuckles. "Appears I do."
"You do not make me nervous, Sam, I was merely trying to recollect my train of thought before I'd digressed into that discussion of my linguistic prowess --"
"Linguistic prowess! That sounds hot, tell me more about that," Sam leans back in his chair again, still impatient as ever when he talks to her, and his arthritis doesn't like that one bit.
"I'm married," Diane says. Sam pretends his heart doesn't go cold.
"Not Sumner," says Diane. "His name is Luc Brel. We met at the most charming little hotel in the Left Bank, you'd have loved the place, Sam -- expansive views, fabulous cuisine --"
"600 percale sheets and 24 hour room service?"
He hears Diane huff, and he grins. Then she surprises him.
"Can I come over?"
Sam sets the phone down for a moment and furrows his brow at Duke. "She wants to come over," he says to the dog. "That seem as dumb to you as it does to me?"
He hears a tiny "Sam!" from the phone, and picks it up again. "Sorry," he says. "You were saying?"
He opens the door and she hasn't changed a bit. Slim as a whip, like she always was, her chin held proudly and her blonde hair, straight now and darkly streaked, hanging choppy around her jaw. She's in a smart wool suit, skirt shorter than her overcoat and her legs still go i allll /i the way down.
He reaches out, takes her shoulders and he kisses her hello. "Come on in," he says. She does.
He's not gonna let himself fall for her, he tells himself, though his body is already buzzing with electricity. Old habits die hard. She tosses her hair, freeing it from her coat. He takes the coat and hangs it up. It takes two tries to hit the hook. She notices, and smiles.
"Do I make you nervous?" she asks, and he laughs.
Diane was always a good drinker -- at a buck and a quarter soaking wet she's gotta have a hollow leg -- but she's never needed to drink when she's with Sam, and so when he offers to open a bottle of wine for her she just shakes her head.
"Why do you even have wine around?" she asks.
"I'm a bartender," he says, and, without drinks or any other crutch, they go to the couch.
Duke looks up from his pad when they sit down, and he even goes to the trouble of walking unsteadily over to Diane's knees and giving them a sniff.
"That's Duke," says Sam. Diane ruffs him on the head.
"Doesn't smell too doggy, that's good," she comments.
"I washed him yesterday," says Sam, defensively.
"And I'm saying you did a fine job of it."
Sam leans back on the couch. "Why, do you expect me to have a smelly dog?"
Diane leans over and kisses Duke on the head, and Duke, quite unexpectedly, lays a wet lick across her face, smearing her glasses.
"I take it back," she says, flailing. She takes her glasses off and looks around for something to wipe them on, and Sam takes them from her. Diane wipes her hand across her face and she has dog drool in her hair and she looks more beautiful than anything Sam can remember in twenty years. He wipes her glasses carefully on his shirttail, breathes on them and gives them a final polish before returning them to her.
"Thank you," she says, putting them on.
Sam leans forward again, rocks a little, and sits back. "Why'd you leave, Diane?"
She takes a deep breath. "I had to leave, Sam, if for no other reason than it turns out being verbally brutalized i every day /i , by those one considers friends, takes its toll on a woman's ego. And it certainly doesn't do much to provide a supportive working environment." She stops for a minute and then gives her hair a proud toss. "You have no idea how strong I am now."
Sam thinks back on five years filled with good-natured jibes about killing Diane in various and bloody ways, practical jokes built to embarrass Diane, and a relentless string of cruel nicknames, mostly courtesy of Carla. "Actually," Sam says, rocking forward and laying his hands on his thighs. "I think you were pretty strong then. Don't know if I could have handled the abuse you put up with at Cheers."
"Carla wasn't so bad," Diane says, but Sam knows she was. Not the jibes themselves, but more the unyielding battery of them, over five hard, emotional years. Sam was as guilty of it as Carla. More.
"Not just Carla," says Sam. "I gave you hell myself. And the guys were always ribbing you -- "
"I'm tough," says Diane, tipping up her chin. She reaches down to stroke Duke, who has settled happily at her feet and is now sleeping peaceably.
Sam puts his hand on her arm, and her skin is cool through the fabric, and he rubs her to warm her up. "Yeah, you are," he says. "You gave as good as you got."
"Better," Diane grins, reaching up so she can lay her hand on top of Sam's.
Sam nods. "Prob'ly true. Still, I'm sorry. You deserved to feel like your friends cared about you, and I guess we didn't really behave that way a lot of the time."
"I never had a moment's doubt i you /i cared about me, Sam," Diane says. "Not one moment."
"I always have," Sam says, and finds he doesn't even want to take it back. Then he takes a breath. "So. Tell me about this husband of yours. Jean-Luc, is it?"
Diane chuckles, the knowing chuckle when she's won. "Just Luc," she says. "Fine French gentleman, a novelist! Like myself, of course. His seminal work has been translated into over fifty languages and is even taught in graduate level courses at the Sorbonne."
"Sounds sexy."
Diane's eyes glint. "Six foot two, bronze Mediterranean complexion, taut muscle from head to toe. He can crack a walnut between his thighs."
Now Sam wishes he had his club soda, or a bucket of ice water to pour down his back. "Gotta be careful around those things," he croaks.
"So," she says, bailing him out. "Tell me about your daughter's wedding."
Sam stands up. "Coffee?"
"I'd love some."
He goes into the kitchen. "Sarah's marrying a Jewish guy, so the wedding's at the synagogue tomorrow at five." He comes back out of the kitchen. "Why, you offering to go with me?"
Now Diane stands up and comes to follow him into the kitchen. She slips an arm around his waist. "I would be honored, my silver-haired fox," she says. Sam's heart's beating so loudly he's sure she can hear it, so he slips out of her embrace and goes back to making the coffee.
"You remember Rebecca?"
"Took over the bar, right?" Diane asks, leaning against the counter.
"Yeah. Owns it, now, though she's part of some management company."
"Your boss!"
Sam chuckles. "Sometimes. Sometimes I'm her boss. I'm the bar's major shareholder but the rest is owned by Rebecca's firm, so it works out to a convivial sort of a jousting."
"You wouldn't have it any other way," Diane observes, and she's right.
The coffee is ready, and Sam pours two cups, and they take them back to the couch.
"You and Rebecca ever --" Diane starts, and trails off.
"Yeah," says Sam. "On and off, mostly off. We talked about having a baby together once. We were gonna do that. Raise a kid together."
"That's a big deal!" Diane says. "You were actually going to help raise this child?"
Sam stops and looks at her. "You don't think I could raise a kid? I could raise a kid, I tell you, better'n you could raise a kid. Come to think of it, you don't have any kids either, Diane."
"I travel so much it really wouldn't have been fair to bring a child along in my life. I gave it careful consideration and came to the conclusion that, as long as I wished to have the freedom to travel, it wouldn't be right. Later, perhaps, I may foster a child. Or adopt, if I've settled someplace near reputable schools and a good learning environment."
Sam thinks about this, and it almost sounds like a good idea. Instead he says, "Yeah. Rebecca and I were ready to raise a kid together, right here in Boston."
"And what about young Sarah? What role did you play in her upbringing?" Diane trills.
This hits Sam harder than Diane intended. She's still got it. "Not as much as I'd liked," Sam says, diplomatically. "Her mother left town right after the baby was born, went to New York with her family. So I didn't even meet Sarah till Rita brought her to Cheers several years ago when Sarah was already thirteen years old."
"Oh, that's terrible," Diane says, patting Sam's knee.
"Since then I've tried to get to know the kid, and we get along pretty well, but I only see her when she feels like hanging out. We've gone to some ballgames -- kid loves baseball, that's a big plus in the Sammy column -- gone to movies, you know." Sam leans over so he can pet Duke, still lying on the rug beside the sofa. "It was a big day when she started inviting me out to things, you know?"
Diane nods.
"I remember the first time, a couple years ago, she called me up. Sam, you wanna go see a movie. Just like that."
"What'd you see?"
Sam lights up. "Oh, great movie! It was called i The Aristocrats /i and it had a bunch of comics all telling this joke, it was hilarious."
Diane smiles. "Not having seen that movie, I can hardly judge, but I believed, based on reviews I'd read, that the repetition of the joke was meant to signify the hollowness of humor? Not meant to be funny at all, but to be raw, and almost vulgar."
Sam blinks. "I thought it was real funny."
"I'm sure it was," Diane says.
They sit for a while, just taking in the room and each other, drinking their coffee and occasionally laughing.
"You really wanna be my date to Sarah's wedding?" Sam asks, hoping for an honest moment.
Diane sets her jaw, but her eyes are gleaming. "I do."
Maybe more honesty than Sam was looking for, but she's never said those words to him, not even when they were standing on the altar together.
"All right, then," he says. "Pick you up at four thirty."
She leans in then, and she kisses him, and before he knows it he's kissing her back. i Diane /i . He pushes her away.
"Aren't you supposed to be married?"
She thinks a minute. "It's complicated," she says. "My relationship with Luc cannot be easily defined, at the moment."
"I get that about you," Sam says. But all of a sudden he doesn't care, because it's Diane, and it's enough that she's here, and it always would be. He kisses her again, but this time, and right on cue, she pushes him away.
"No, Sam," she says. "You're right. I'm a married woman, or, though, probably not anymore --" She looks at her watch. "So really what does it matter, it's i you /i I want --" She leans in.
This time Sam pushes her away. Somehow that always seemed to happen, his libido and his sanity in raging opposition whenever Diane was concerned. The sheer amount of i crazy /i she drove him was equaled only by how unbelievably hot she was in the sack; a different kind of crazy, but a crazy just the same, whenever she touches him. "No, no, I'm not gonna do this," he says. "You can't just hop over for some Sammy action when you're on your East Coast port of tour."
"East Coast -- Sam, I'm in Boston for for four days, and I'm here to see i you. /i I left my husband to come see i you/i because it was i always /i you, and what's more you know it as well as I do --"
"No, no more sweet talk, Diane --" He waves a hand at her.
"Sweet talk!" she literally gasps. "Sam, if you think in any way that I was trying to manipulate you or mislead you, I can assure you --"
Sam exhales. "I think it's pretty damned clear you misled me, and I'd even go so far as to say it's obvious to anyone who was paying attention that you came all this way to manipulate me into having sex with you, Diane!"
"Sex! Is that what you think this is about?"
Sam stands up so he can get some distance on her, and then he points right back in her face. "Yes! Sex!
That's what it was always about with you, hot monkey love. You never cared about who I was, and you sure as hell don't now. I bet you just happened to be in Boston and figured, why not call Sam Malone up and see if he'll toss you one?"
" i Toss me one/i "
She licks her lower lip. "Will ya?"
Sam's knees nearly buckle under him, but it's more frustration than desire that sends him sinking back onto the couch again, where he buries his head in his hands. Then he clenches his fist. "God, you drive me i crazy /i ," he hisses. "Even now, twenty years later, just the sound of your voice is enough to make me want to punch something hard enough to break my hand just so you'll shut up for a minute."
"Oh, I doubt I would," she says. "If you hurt yourself I'd be compelled to call an ambulance, and to stay by you to make sure you were all right, and conscious --"
Sam stops her. "Remind me not to hurt myself when you're around," he says.
She's silent for a beat. Then she says, "You make me crazy too, Sam. Why do you think I came back here? Boston's hardly on the way from Paris to Berlin."
Sam draws a little map in his head. "I'll have to take your word on that," he says finally.
This time when she touches him on the knee he doesn't shake her away, and when she leans in to kiss him he kisses her back. He's fifty-nine years old and this gorgeous broad wants to be his date to his only daughter's wedding, and there's not a reason to fight it. He relaxes and a shudder of pleasure floods through his body as she slides her hand up his thigh.
She leaves in the morning with long, languorous kisses that make Sam squirm and a promise to meet him at the temple at four thirty. He takes Duke for a walk and somehow the biting cold doesn't bother his joints so much, and though his muscles ache like hell from last night's workout he'd swear he hasn't felt this good in thirty years.
He spends an hour dressing and setting his hair, and Duke watches with his head cocked, but in the end, both Duke and Sam are pleased with the reflection in the mirror. "Got some years on me, but I'm still arm candy," Sam says. He takes a cab to the temple, gets there a half hour early and sits at the stone picnic tables with Rita while the caterers file a steady procession through the back doors into the reception hall.
At four thirty the doors open, and Sam hasn't seen Sarah yet.
"She's with her sister," Rita says, by which she means her daughter from her second marriage, Lauren, whom Sam hasn't met. He frowns. "She's getting ready for the most important day of her life, Sam!" Rita says.
"I know," says Sam, and the truth is he wants to see Sarah before the wedding because he knows it'll soften the blow, like he knows that seeing her in that white dress walking down the aisle will give him a heart attack. He sighs.
At five o'clock the wedding starts, and Diane hasn't come. Sam waits outside until the usher tells him they're shutting the doors, and then, hands frozen from the dusk chill, he shuffles to his seat just as the rabbi begins.
Sarah is a vision, and though she doesn't kill him his heart swells in his chest so big he imagines he can feel it stretching out his ribs to the breaking point.
After the wedding, she runs to him and hugs him before he can run to her and do the same, and when she pulls away he's got tears in his eyes.
He scans the crowd for Diane, as if somehow she might have come in unannounced, but of course she's nowhere, and eventually dinner's served, and everyone drinks champagne but Sam. Sarah's father-in-law takes her out on the dance floor, and Sammy fades into obscurity and goes home before midnight, with a peck on the cheek to Rita and an entreaty for Sarah to call him after her honeymoon.
No messages from Diane on his home machine or his cell. He undresses carelessly, tossing his suit on the chair beside his bed and then slumping down, dejected, in his boxers.
The doorbell rings, and he pulls on a pair of pajama pants and stumbles to the answer it.
"I don't do weddings," she says, at his kitchen table. He pours her some coffee. Sam hasn't said a word since Diane came in, and she hasn't stopped talking.
"-- of course, I'm humiliated, I've humiliated myself, I've humiliated i you /i in front of your family --"
"No one expected you to come," Sam says, taking a sip of coffee.
She takes a drink of her own. "It's weddings," she says. "Something about them, the impermeability, the...bondage!"
"Bondage could be hot," Sam puts in.
"Not when the bonds are those of holy matrimony, Sam," Diane sneers. "As I recall you prefer a leather belt, is that correct?"
He resists the urge to slap her.
She goes on. "Anyway, they frighten me. Weddings frighten me. They frightened me back when I was engaged to marry Sumner, and they have frightened me every day since, including ours, Sam."
"Yes, our wedding was terrifying," Sam agrees.
"I don't do weddings," she shrugs.
He sits down and sips his coffee. It's midnight the night of his daughter's wedding and here he is, taking care of a spooked chick. Spooked Diane Chambers chick, of course, and that almost makes it weirder. The ghosts of his past, very literally, coordinating to torment him.
"So what about your wedding with Luc? You went through with that one, didn't you?"
Diane stirs her coffee, smoothly with a practiced spoon. Then she stops and checks her watch. "Yeah. Yesterday afternoon, France time. I, erh, wasn't there. Out of town, you see."
"Out of town," Sam raises an eyebrow.
"Quite a ways out of town."
"You walked out on your own --" Sam's getting it now. "You walked out on i another /i of your own -- on the i third /i of your own weddings? Diane, you need professional help, and I mean seriously, and I mean fast."
Diane is smiling, and she puts up a hand. "I don't do weddings," she says, "and the truth is, neither do you. Domestic bliss was never our destiny."
Sam can't disagree.
"I don't do weddings," she repeats, leaning up toward him. "But I do do Sam Malone. In fact, Sam Malone seems to be the only thing I do well, and the only thing I'd like to spend the rest of my life doing. What say you, Sam Malone?"
Sam is quite literally floored, and he sinks fast into a chair at the kitchen table to catch up on all those words and all those times she said his name in that serious voice. It ends, he thinks, with a proposition, and he decides he needs more information. "Um," he says. "Whattaya mean, 'do'? I mean, I know what i I /i mean when I say, 'do Sam Malone,' and usually it starts with 'that hottie over there really wants to -' But damned if I'm gonna presume to know what you meant. Yours probably has meditation."
Instead of launching into a speech on "oneness," Diane opens her purse and pulls out two airline envelopes, which she hands to him. First class seats to Italy, Rome then Venice. "I'm doing a unit there in the winter, next month, actually." Diane says. "I thought you might want to come join me. You'd love Venice. And after that it's back to Germany for the four-year fellowship, and after that -- wherever we want to go!"
Sam leaves the kitchen and goes and finds Duke in his bed in the corner of the livingroom. He lays himself down heavily beside the old dog and pats him on the shoulder. "Crazy broad wants me to go to Italy," he says. Duke whimpers. Sam stands up again.
"That's a heavy proposal," he says, going back into the kitchen. "I need time to think about it, how's that?"
Now Diane pulls herself up from her chair, with all the grace of a dancer, and cranes her neck up so he can kiss her. "Can we have sex while you think?" she asks, playfully, and Sam swoops her into his arms, damn the ache in his back, and carries her off to the bedroom.
Sarah and her husband take Duke when Rita calls. He's happy in the suburbs. Rebecca's firm buys out the bar, with Norm and Carla as major shareholders now. If he lives to be a hundred, Norm will own Cheers. Until then, Sam and Diane will be in Venice, where Diane will teach Sam the language, and where Sam will learn to love people who love food, and will even learn to cook. Later, in Germany, Sam will restore a vintage motorcycle, which will take him touring all through the mountains that surround the university town. He'll take a header which breaks his hip and his clavicle, and his motoring days will be over. Diane's heart murmur will worsen, but the doctors will say that it doesn't necessarily indicate problems. They will spend 2010 in Fiji, among the first to greet the new year. Their fighting will be heard even over the fireworks.


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Green rolled his ankle while playing a pick-up game with his North Carolina teammates about three weeks ago, and has been sidelined for most of the time leading up to this week's draft camp. X-rays came back negative, but he did not have a MRI performed following the injury.
The junior New Yorker started for Team No. 6 on Wednesday morning, sporting an aircast on the ankle while tallying nine points on 3-of-10 shooting to go along with four rebounds and a block in 22 minutes of action. But Green was a different player in the second half after he re-injured his ankle during the latter stages of the first 20 minutes.
"It tweaks a little bit here and there," said Green, who indicated that he felt "about 75 percent" following the game. "It just takes me a little while to run it off. A couple of plays after I run on it, I feel better."
It doesn't help that 6-foot-5, 210-pounder is being called on to play extensive minutes at the shooting guard spot instead of his traditional college position of small forward. But Green said that other than his ankle problems, there should be minimal adjustments for him in moving to the two-spot.
"Right now it's hard to get low and be able to guard these little quick dudes – Mike Taylor was giving me some problems out there," Green said, highlighting Taylor's game-high 17 points. "But showing that I can guard smaller guards and showing that I can stay in front of them [is what I need to do]. [Show them] that I'm quick enough. Right now, I can't show my athleticism because I have no explosiveness, but [I can] show them that my jump shot is consistent and that I can play good defense and show them that I have other game."
An unfortunate injury would seem to be par for the course for Green, seeing how it's a mystery how he's even here. UNC head coach Roy Williams acquired a wealth of information about the NBA possibilities for Tyler Hansbrough, Ty Lawson and Wayne Ellington, and that trio announced their decisions in one united press release. Green's decision was announced 24 hours later.
Green is still not sure how the disconnect between him and his coach transpired.
"I don't know – you'd have to talk to him about it," Green said. "I'm just trying to do what I've got to do… He's definitely my coach. He's been there for me and he's been supportive, and he's done all of the right things. I guess he just didn't know. But when he knew that I wanted to make a decision, he fully supported me and he's trying his best to help me out and hopefully he continues to do that for me."
Regardless, Green intends to take full advantage of the NCAA's rule permitting underclassmen to traverse the NBA landscape – if only for a short while – to find out more information about where they may possibly be drafted. The junior has workouts scheduled with Miami, Cleveland, Washington, and San Antonio. Meetings are also being ironed out with Chicago and Toronto.
Green expects improved health will place more emphasis on the individual workouts than what occurs this week in the land of Disney.
"I feel that I can do better in individual workouts than I'm doing here," Green said. "Because I think by then my ankle will be a lot better and I'll be able to show a lot of things that I can do that they think I can't do – handle the ball, slide, [and] shoot more consistently in drills."
Various mock drafts and talking heads have Green listed anywhere from a second-round selection to a free agent acquisition, but it really only comes down to one very simple factor – one team's willingness to take a chance on arguably the nation's top sixth man.
"I'm trying to get one team to like me – that's all I'm trying to do," Green said. "It only takes one. Hopefully I can get one. Just trying to get one team to like me."


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Mar 12, 2009 at 10:44 pm #1234770
Ari TapioMember
Yeti, a German company, has introduced 3 ultralight sleeping bags:
Yeti Passion 1 (total weight 9oz of which 4oz down fill)
Yeti Passion 3 (total weight 16oz of which 11oz down fill)
Yeti Passion 5 (total weight 24oz of which 18oz down fill
Filling: Crystal Down 97/3, 900+
Fabrics: LightyGram (RipStop Nylon)
Sounds too good to be true. Any views?Mar 13, 2009 at 1:19 am #1485206
Dustin FMember
@dirttLocale: So. California
seems kind of expensive even compared to a nunatak or feathered friends bagMar 13, 2009 at 2:25 am #1485212
Roger CaffinModerator
@rcaffinLocale: Wollemi & Kosciusko NPs, Europe
At least they give credible temperature ratings according to the European Standard. And the ratings seem to match the down content.
CheersMar 13, 2009 at 3:24 am #1485217
Arapiles .BPL Member
@arapilesLocale: Melbourne
Yeti bags were available in Japan, including the Pocket bag, which I presume was the precursor to the Passion 1. A store near me (Sakaiya) stocked them so I got to play with them sometimes. They were very high quality, but rather expensive. Warmth … you'd suspect that in a 265 gram bag the down filling would be so thin that anything point, like an elbow, would simply poke through and there really wouldn't be much point to the down beneath you.
From memory they used the best Polish down.Mar 13, 2009 at 7:11 am #1485228
Steven EvansBPL Member
@steve_evansLocale: Canada
I remember seeing these before on the net. Cool product. I have to say that I am a little skeptical on whether or not the photo is the actual bag. The photo shows a sleeping bag stuffed pretty full yet states it has 100 grams (~3.5oz) of down fill. Unless the bag is very small I don't see how it would loft like that. On the other hand, it states a comfort rating of 15*C so maybe that is accurate considering you could get away with a small fleece blanket at that temp. For me, I wouldn't be able to use this is the dead of summer.
The passion 2 and 3 are promising…P2 has 10.5 oz of down in an 19 oz bag…very impressive.Mar 13, 2009 at 9:09 am #1485269
frank martinBPL Member
@sriprankLocale: NORCAL
I had a Yeti "Allaround 500" for awhile. I got it on Ebay from someone who purchased it in Germany. Nobody else bid on it as most people had never heard of them.
This model was light but far from bring UL. The craftmanship on the bag was first rate. It was a beautiful bag.
The neat feature of this bag was the zipper went 'allaround' the footbox and it could be used as a two person quilt.
I have a lot of bags so I had it on Gear Swap for awhile and finally sold it on Craigslist.
frankMar 13, 2009 at 3:18 pm #1485371
Roger CaffinModerator
@rcaffinLocale: Wollemi & Kosciusko NPs, Europe
> From memory they used the best Polish down.
Which may be a whole lot different from the Chinese stuff.
Much Chinese down is from young birds bred for meat; the Polish down is from older birds bred for the down.
CheersNov 8, 2011 at 5:51 pm #1799894
Paul BergmanMember
This is a great bag! I own the Passion five and couldn't be happier. I own four Feathered Friends sleeping bags that I really enjoy, however, I seem to use my Yeti sleeping bag more than the other four bags.
This is a great product and the craftsmanship is outstanding. It is worth every penny.
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Thayer by Degrees
BE, MEM, MS, and PhD News
"I've always been a builder" —Rick Greenwald, National Academy of Inventors Fellow
, February 2017
The inventions of Professor Rick Greenwald Th'88 prevent injuries on the slopes, the trail, and the football field and are used in rehab centers all over the country.
"My entire work life is an extension of the concepts learned in ENGS 21"
, July 2016
Andrew Silvernail D'94, government major, CEO of IDEX and new Thayer Board Member, explains how teamwork at Thayer had a major impact on his career.
Teams from Top MEM Schools Gain Real-World Lessons in "Business War Games"
MEM Program, April 2016
The MEMPC PriSim Business War Games Competition pitted seven teams from the nation's best MEM programs, including Dartmouth's, against each other.
Making Breast-Conserving Surgery Safer and Better
PhD Program, March 2016
A Dartmouth team has developed a GPS-type approach for supine image-guided breast conserving surgery to more accurately identify and remove cancer tissue.
Light Scattering Device Could Quickly Detect Cancer and Guide Surgery
, September 2015
PhD student David "Bo" McClatchy '13 is helping develop a device that could speed up the process of detecting residual cancer during surgery.
Q&A: Ross Nearburg MEM'12 on the Switch from Big Oil to Beer
MEM Program, July 2015
"When Ross called me a year or so after finishing the MEM and told me he'd quit his job to follow his brewing passion, I wasn't surprised."
Dartmouth Team First to Transport Arctic Sea Ice at Original Temperature
, April 2015
Professor Rachel Obbard '06 and her team of PhD, MS and BE students made history using the contraption that they designed over the last three years at Thayer.
Dartmouth's Center for Surgical Innovation Open for Business
PhD Program, December 2014
As the nation's first surgical facility dedicated to translational research, this joint venture between engineers and clinicians uses real-time image-guided surgery to solve complex medical problems.