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Every Season Of Grey's Anatomy Described In One Sentence
In case you don't have time to rewatch over 400 episodes.
by Jefferson Grubbs
Originally Published: Dec. 6, 2018
With nearly 400 episodes under its belt, Grey's Anatomy has long since usurped ER's 331 episode-record to become the longest-running prime time medical procedural in history. It would take you over 20,000 minutes to watch every Grey's Anatomy episode back-to-back; that's over two straight weeks of screen time, with no breaks for eating food, using the bathroom, or sleeping.
Given the sheer number of hours, any decision to rewatch the landmark ABC series would be a commitment on the scale of, say, starting a new job or getting married. Even the most diehard Grey's fan may balk at such an undertaking, and understandably so. But 18 seasons is still a lot to be expected to remember, especially with all the other shows available to stream these days.
So instead of rewatching nearly two decades' worth of television — or even combing through backlogs of lengthy recaps — I present to you every season of Grey's Anatomy boiled down to one succinct sentence. They may not hit every single high and low of the series, but I hope it at least captures the overall spirit of things.
Five interns enter the seriously competitive world of surgery, meet their seriously McDreamy attendings, and have lots of seriously steamy sex in on-call rooms — until Meredith and Derek's tryst is cut short by the untimely arrival of Addison.
Meredith and Cristina become each other's person, the hospital weathers a nasty train crash and bomb scare, Izzie falls in love with a patient who dies, and her fellow interns Spartacus themselves to save her… but she quits anyway.
Meredith almost drowns, Callie and George get married, George and Izzie have sex, George fails his intern exam, Burke leaves Cristina at the altar, Meredith breaks up with Derek, and everyone cries.
Derek tries dating a nurse for a while but can't resist Meredith's candle-house; meanwhile, Meredith's little sister Lexie joins the new intern crew, George and Izzie make a (disastrous) go of it, Alex's relationship with ferry boat victim Rebecca unravels, and Callie realizes she's bi, surprise!
Cristina gets stabbed by an icicle but also gets a dreamy new army boyfriend named Owen, Mark and Lexie start hooking up, Izzie has sex with a ghost but then finds out she has a brain tumor, Meredith and Derek decide to give Alex and Izzie their wedding, but then Izzie and George flatline at the same time because of cancer and buses.
Izzie survives cancer but then kills someone and gets fired anyway; Seattle Grace merges with Mercy West and we get lots of new characters, some of whom we love (Jackson and April) and some of whom we hate (Charles and Reed); Cristina finally gets a new mentor in Teddy Altman, Richard gets fired for drinking, and Derek becomes chief, but then a grieving husband shoots up the hospital, killing only the characters we hate.
In the aftermath of the shooting, Cristina and Owen get married, Teddy falls in love with her patient, Arizona leaves Callie to go to Africa, Callie gets pregnant with Mark's baby but then Arizona comes back and proposes, and Meredith messes with Derek's Alzheimer's trial to help Richard's wife, Adele; oh also all the doctors randomly broke out into song for a whole episode (that was weird).
A sinkhole opens up in Seattle and also in our doctors' lives: Richard takes the fall for Meredith, Teddy's dreamy husband dies, Cristina and Owen break up after she terminates her pregnancy, and half the doctors are in a plane crash that kills Lexie and traumatically injures Arizona, Derek, and Mark.
Mark also dies from his injuries (RIP, McSteamy), and the rest of the plane crash survivors reach a massive settlement that allows them to buy the hospital; meanwhile, Alex meets an intern named Jo, April gets engaged to a paramedic, Meredith gives birth during a storm, and Richard gets electrocuted, dun dun DUNNNN.
Surprise, Richard survives but intern Heather dies instead (we barely knew ye), April and Jackson elope during April's wedding, Derek gets a job working for the president, Cristina is offered a job in Switzerland by Burke and leaves Seattle forever, and Grey's Anatomy was never the same, so I'm still in mourning and please respect my privacy during this time.
The one where Derek dies (also Meredith finds out she has a half-sister, April and Jackson's baby dies, and Calzona breaks up, but mostly Derek dies).
Callie dates the doctor who killed Derek and is so embarrassed she leaves town; April and Jackson break up but also get pregnant; Bailey becomes the chief; the writers decide Meredith should move on with a cut-rate Derek replacement; and Owen and Amelia get married too quickly.
Owen and Amelia don't last (plot twist!), Alex almost goes to jail for beating up DeLuca, Meredith is in a boring love triangle with Maggie and Nathan, Minnick does a terrible job of running the hospital and then disappears, and Stephanie blows up a rapist and then disappears.
Not-Derek is mercifully shipped off with Owen's not-dead sister, Amelia gets a brain tumor and is immediately cured, Ben becomes a firefighter and starts a spinoff, Dr. Herman and Matthew return and whisk off Arizona and April (respectively), Alex and Jo tie the knot, and Meredith Grey wins the Harper Avery Award #legend.
Teddy gives birth to Owen's baby while Amelia moves on from Owen with Link, Jo's meeting with her birth mother doesn't go well and she checks herself into a psychiatric facility to cope with her depression, and Andrew takes the fall for Meredith when she commits insurance fraud… but the season ends with Meredith turning herself in to clear her boyfriend's name.
Alex helps Meredith retain her medical license but then disappears from Seattle (and the show) after reconnecting with Izzie offscreen, Amelia and Link have a baby, and Richard nearly dies from a mystery illness but is saved by a manic Andrew, who learns he is developing symptoms of bipolar disorder like his father.
Meredith gets COVID and has to be intubated, leading her to reunite with long-lost favorites like Derek, George, Lexie, and Mark on an imagined beach; meanwhile, in the real world, Seattle Grace is rocked by tragedy after tragedy as Bailey's mom dies of COVID, Koracick contracts the disease as well, and Andrew is stabbed to death after confronting a human trafficker.
Meredith reunites with Nick Marsh while working on Parkinson's research in Minnesota, but ultimately stays at Grey Sloan where she's appointed the interim chief of surgery — and in other news, April and Jackson are officially back together, the residency program is shut down, and Owen and Teddy are on the run as Owen faces legal trouble for administering off-the-books physician-assisted suicide.
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This article was originally published on Dec. 6, 2018


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Birdman Is 'Definitely' Planning On Releasing Lil Wayne's 'Carter V' Album
John Gotty
Managing Hip-Hop Editor
By now, most fans are aware of the long-running legal drama between rap's most well known father and son, Birdman and Lil Wayne. Despite their difficulties, the Cash Money leader still has full intentions of them being able to work things out so they can get back to the business of making music with the release of Wayne Tha Carter V being a top priority.
Birdman was a recent guest on Travi$ Scott's Beats 1 .wav radio and Scott hit him with the million dollar question regarding the current status of the next entry of the Carter series. "It's definitely coming out," Birdman said.
He continued, "The situation with me and my son, I'm going to put it all behind us and just let it move forward. Wayne is one of the best artists ever to do the game, and I want to see him continue to do what he been doing, and I'm going to support whatever he's doing."
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Sienna mastering the mighty 'S' yesterday; first day back into the 'books' after our Christmas break!
So here we are, 6 days into 2016 and If you've clicked on this you're either reading all the 'goal' blog posts you can get your hands on or you're just really kind and always read my posts (thank you…smile)!
Starting a new year can be a frenzy of change and 'must do this' or 'stop doing that'; even the word resolution screams of failure before we start so why go there? But, I LOVE a new year; I love the fresh feeling and sound of begin again, I love getting back into routine, starting my day with a bounce and entering January with vision and vigor.
I set goals, not resolutions – but I'm pretty resolute about making them happen! I set my sights on what I can achieve in 90 days as a starting point, 12 months is just way too far ahead (and so much pressure) for anyone, and then I speak a word or phrase over my year.
If you're a natural list maker/goal setter gal like myself then you've probably been busy; but over the years I've learnt (and still learning) that too long a list or too high a goal post only results in unfulfilled dreams.
Write your list (always write them down; you're MUCH more likely to achieve your goals when they're down on paper) and then scrub at least two things off it, go on – seriously, scrub them off and then breathe.
Avoid starting new ventures every year; set your goals building upon and strengthening what you started last year (or the year before). God doesn't change His mind about what He's got planned for your life – go back to the blueprint and revive those dreams you had this time last year. Life isn't a sprint, it's a blooming looooong cross-country race (the word 'marathon' evokes images of miles and miles of flat road and there's not much flat road in my journey, so let's go with the cross-country analogy hey?), great things take time, don't give up!
Work to a plan, break it down and make your goals realistic and part of your daily rhythm, Rome wasn't built in a day! A friend of mine self-published his first book by committing to writing for 20 minutes a day over a year. Fitness goals can be achieved by starting with a 10 minute daily walk…then building up to that gym membership! Healthy eating goals can be established by changing ONE thing in your diet today (i.e. have eggs instead of cereal for breakfast), reading goals can be conquered by adding to your daily 'to do' list 'read for 15 minutes' (that's what I do as a baseline minimum). We generally fail because we over-achieve, I know because I am that woman!
So where are my fellow goal setters? How do you start your year?


The New York Mets and Jacob deGrom were able to come to terms on a new deal just ahead of the pitcher's imposed Opening Day deadline, and it sounds like a last-minute munchies run helped seal the deal.
While the deliberations did come down to the wire, deGrom and the Mets were able to agree on a five-year, $137.5 million extension.
According to deGrom, the snacks proved to be just what the doctor ordered in the midst of a "long day," though he insists he "only had a couple bites" of the 7-Eleven munchies.
As noted, deGrom had set a deadline for contract discussions, so sneaking in the deal just under the wire pleased the Mets ace.


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by JED O'Day
FBI agent Star Cherokee drove her electric Rivian R1S sport utility vehicle out through Quantico's guard gates, under the I-95 overpass, past the Quantico National Cemetery, through the hairpin back roads of Prince William County, and past intelligent agencies safe houses known to but a very few, very special people. She was headed to the FBI Northern Virginia Resident Office outside Manassas at the request of her boss when her personal cell phone rang. Ram, the love of her life, a 100-pound military trained German Shepherd, who had saved her butt on multiple occasions, sat in the back of the SUV and growled. It was unusual for Ram to growl and it sent a chill down Star's spine, so she let the call go to voicemail. She thought, Ram has an uncanny sixth sense about these things.
She brought her SUV to a stop where the two-lane winding back road teed onto a four-lane highway at Route 234. Star turned left, headed north, and waited until she hit a stop light before checking to see who the call was from and why Ram was so concerned. Failing to recognize the number, she checked voicemail for a message. The light turned green just as the message started playing on her Bluetooth.
The voicemail was mesmerizing.
Star pulled over to the side of the road and listened to it three times. "Ram," she said, "You called that one right. That message is certainly unusual."
She put her SUV back in drive and continued her commute until she pulled into her destination's parking lot. She attached Ram's leash to his collar and passed through security in somewhat of a trance. The FBI had authorized Star to use her K9 as a tool of her trade.
She was thinking about what she should say to her boss about the call.
Cyber Division Special Agent Rusty Winemiller's first floor office door was open, so Star knocked on his door frame to get his attention. "May I come in?"
Winemiller did not look up, instead, he looked at his watch. He said, "You're kidding, right? You're five minutes early. I didn't expect the end of the world to come so soon."
Star said, "Wasn't it you who taught me to change my pattern to be less predictable?"
"Maybe so, but when have you ever listened to me before?"
Star said, "I listened to you when you explained that it is best to get right to the point. I know you called me here to give me a new assignment, but I want to tell you about a call I just received on my cell phone while on the way here. Listen to this."
"Hello, Star. I am going to kill a man who has managed to avoid justice for his crimes. I tell you this so that you will investigate not only me but also the motive for my transgression and why I chose this victim. In time, you will come to understand why I selected you with whom to share this information. I trust you will get to the bottom of it."
Ram growled again at the sound of the person's voice who left the message.
At the end of the recording Star pushed stop and said, "That's the entire message. Intriguing, don't you think, Rusty? And why do you think he sent this message to me?"
Winemiller, a paraplegic, wheeled his electric wheelchair around his desk without responding.
Star said, "What do you mean, 'That's a stupid question?'"
Special Agent Rusty Winemiller stopped his wheelchair, pulled off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, lifted his gaze toward his protégé, and made eye contact with Star's penetrating blue eyes, but said nothing.
Noticing the look of disapproval on his face, Star shifted uncomfortably on her feet, and ran her hands through her curly auburn hair. She said, "Sorry, I promised you I wouldn't do that, didn't I?"
"It was a condition of our agreement. We agreed that I would accept you back into the Bureau if you never use your special skill of reading minds on me. I'll eliminate all our in-person conversations and communicate with you only remotely if it happens again."
"Yes, sir." Star replied in a chastened tone.
Rusty continued, "The reason I think your question is stupid is because your history is well known. I'd reach out to you, too, if I wanted something investigated. You may only be 25 years old, but few people have access to more intelligent resources than you do. Your parents, Tucker and Maya, are world famous problem solvers. Your relationship with Tank and Jolene Alvarez, owners of America's premier security and private detective agency is tweeted about daily by thousands, and your year as Assistant Press Secretary in the White House gave you national facetime. Don't you realize how famous and influential you are? Of course, this guy wants you involved.
"Star, we need to take this to the Criminal Justice Division - this may not a cybercrime" Winemiller said solemnly.
Star said, "How do you know this guy didn't reach out to me because he knows I work in the FBI cyber division now?"
Rusty wheeled back behind his desk, punched a few strokes on his keyboard and asked, "What's his phone number; the one that popped up on your incoming cell phone screen?"
She gave it to him.
He punched in the number into his computer and waited for roughly two minutes during which time he petted Ram to reinforce that they were friends. Better to be Ram's friend than not.
Finally, Special Agent Winemiller said, "Your caller's name is Colby John Manion of Blytheville, Arkansas. He is a retired Air Force Colonel who has stage four pancreatic cancer. He sponsors a blog critical of the government's investigation into the 2017 Las Vegas massacre where he lost a granddaughter attending the outdoor country music festival."
Winemiller continued to read the background information on Manion and said, "Star, I'll bet he's going to kill someone associated with the Las Vegas massacre; it could be someone he suspects is responsible for the shooting, or maybe someone who he suspects covered up the crime."
Star asked, "Sir, did you say he has a blog page? Doesn't that mean it could be a cybercrime?"
Rusty said, "It would be a stretch for me to authorize an investigation into the person who made that call, but what you don't know is that the assignment I was about to give you may well dovetail with the call you received today from this Manion fellow. I want you to investigate the alarming increase in murder committed by senior citizens. We think there might be an organization out there encouraging terminally ill seniors to commit vigilante type crimes through email, social media, or ordinary telephone contact. People at the end of their lives have less to lose. We've dubbed this development the "Deadly Gray" phenomenon.
Star asked, "What do you mean by alarming increase in murder by seniors?"
Winemiller sat back in his chair. "The murder rate by men and women over the age of 65 has quadrupled over the past five years. Most of the murders are committed by people seeking revenge for some injustice in their lives. It sounds to me like Manion fits the mold."
"Seventeen murders were committed this week alone by seniors. I want you to investigate whether or not there is a common thread."
Star said coyly, "Let me guess, Congress is afraid members will be targeted by this group called Deadly Gray if, in fact, it is organized."
Rusty Winemiller winked at her and said, "Bingo," though he suspected Star had not deduced her assessment, but that she had again read his thoughts.
Star said, "Do I have Carte Blanche? May I use consultants?"
Rusty said, "As long as she doesn't shoot anybody."
Star responded, "Now look who's reading other people's thoughts."
Quantico, Virginia
Star scrolled through the list of 17 recent victims by alleged senior perpetrators looking for a common thread and a starting point. There seemed to be no universal theme associated with the victims. Some were famous, most were not. Some were convicted criminals, most were not. All, she thought, had to have shadows of one form or another.
Ram laid at Star's feet.
Star said, "Ram, I don't know where to start. Manion is not on this list. These murders occurred before Manion called me."
Ram lifted his head off his paws but that was all.
Star continued, "Let see, all the perps are older than the Sun. It doesn't look like any of them knew each other. I'm going to send these names to cyber research and see if the geniuses over there can find some common connection."
"Ram, are you paying attention?"
Ram never moved a muscle.
"One of the victims was a defense attorney. I get that. I'll cross-reference the people the lawyer defended with the old man that killed him."
"Hmm. I see one of the victims was an MS-13 gang leader. Wow, you gotta respect an old man who would take on that challenge."
"Another of these was a failed attempt on the Speaker of the House. I'm not going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole.
"Ram, you're not helping much."
"Ah, here's one you'll like." Ram stood up and nuzzled Star. "A Vietnam era Marine sniper placed a round through the head of a long-retired editor of the New York Times. The Marine turned himself in."
"One of the victims of the Deadly Gray was a 31-year-old rapist on parole. The killer is a 75-year-old woman from Paris, Kentucky. Let's see, she killed the guy in Cincinnati. Are you ready to go for a ride?"
Ram was at the door before she finished her sentence.
And the search for answers to the mystery begins.
Jed O'Dea is an author of mystery/thrillers. See http://jedodea.com
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A Matter of Timing
written & narrated by Mark Bielecki
It was a sunny Saturday morning. The birds were singing, the flowers blooming and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. A perfect day to go to the beach, take in a ball game or just go for a walk in the woods. So naturally I was sitting at my desk at State Police headquarters in Lansing catching up on the paperwork I'd been putting off all week. My name is Gregg Maguire. I'm a Captain in the Michigan State Police, in charge of the Special Investigations Division.
Around 8:30 the phone rang which was unusual for a Saturday morning.. The call was from Harvey Clement, Sheriff of Montcalm county. I'd talked with Harvey off-and-on over the last couple of years, after we'd met at a police training seminar and had dinner together. I'd told him that if he ever ran across a 'puzzler' of a case, to give me a call.
He runs a small department out of his office in Stanton, which is a small town about 50 miles Northwest of Lansing. The Montcalm County detective squad covers 705 square miles and is stretched pretty thin working on a wide variety of cases from auto theft to drug violations. He said he had a case where a man had died and he thought that the circumstances were suspicious. He told me that none of his detectives had experience with this type of death and asked me to drive over and take a look at it.
When I got there, Sheriff Clement took me to a hunting cabin on First Lake, which is the first in a chain of lakes in the aptly named Six Lakes area. We met with a man named Louis Yeager, owner of the cabin where the person had died.
Yeager had been a friend of Sheriff Clement for years. Clement told me that they'd worked together on charity functions around the county and that Yeager was always very supportive of his department.
The dead man's name was Fred Fortin. He & Yeager were partners in a chain of retail sporting goods stores in the Grand Rapids area.
Yeager was extremely upset. He told us that Fortin was his closest friend and they'd been business partners since the early 1980's. He said that they'd started in a cubby hole sized space in East Grand Rapids, which had grown to three locations throughout Kent County. The stores specialized in high-end outdoor sporting apparel, fishing tackle, and hunting equipment.
I asked him to tell me exactly what had happened. He started speaking, slowly at first and said "Our business did well early on. We had a couple of premium apparel lines that no one else in town had. Lately, sales were down because the internet offered the same brands at lower prices. Fred had become very depressed. We'd both invested everything we had in the stores, so if the business failed, we would both be on the brink of bankruptcy. It was so bad that Fred even talked about committing suicide."
He took a deep breath and continued. "I was worried about him and suggested we come up here to my cabin. I thought the fresh air, exercise, and some fishing would do him good. Help snap him out of his funk, you know. We'd been here about three days and he seemed to be improving. He wasn't as glum as he'd been and his appetite was getting better. He wanted to have a fish-fry, complete with coleslaw and hush puppies. His 'can do' attitude was coming back and I thought he'd turned a corner and was ready to take on the challenges again"
"Thursday morning we decided to go fishing at a trout stream that empties into the lake. We didn't catch anything and after a couple of hours, he said he was going to try a stream about a half mile away. I thought that was a good idea and said I was going to try a different stream, kind of in the opposite direction. We joked that if we couldn't catch the fish, at least we'd have them surrounded. We agreed we'd meet back at the cabin around lunchtime."
"Well, my luck changed at my new fishing spot. I'd caught my limit by 11 o'clock and started back to the cabin. As I was getting nearer the cabin, I started to sense that there was trouble ahead. Something just felt wrong and I ran the rest of the way back. When I opened the door, I saw him. It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen. He was sitting at the table with white foam coming out of his mouth. His face was hideously contorted, like he was in incredible pain."
He buried his face in his hands. "That sight will haunt me forever. I'd got there not five minutes after he did and there he was – dead. Why couldn't I have been just a few minutes earlier?"
"What else did you notice?" I asked him.
"There was a bottle of Irish whiskey on the table and a glass. Both the glass and the bottle smelled of bitter almonds and I'd seen on TV that cyanide smells like that. It made me think that it was cyanide that he took. I thought he was getting better, that he was on his way back to being his old self again. Turns out I was wrong. He'd killed himself after all!"
I then asked "Have you had any visitors to the cabin?"
"No, not since we've been here" Yeager replied.
"Was Fortin a smoker?"
"How were his drinking habits? Was he a heavy drinker?"
"No. He'd have a couple of glasses of Bushmills at the end of the day, but nothing excessive."
"What about doors and windows? Were they open or closed?"
"They were all closed. Why?"
"No particular reason. Just being thorough." I replied.
"Sheriff, let's take a look around outside. Maybe we can find something out there".
When we were safely outside and out of Yeager's earshot, I turned to Sheriff Clement.
"Harvey, I know this is going to be tough for you, especially since Yeager is a friend of yours. You need to detain him as a 'person of interest' in the murder of Fred Fortin."
Sheriff Clement looked aghast! "Why?" he said.
"He's lying. He said he got back to the cabin not five minutes after Fortin did. There's no way for him to know when Fortin returned to the cabin. I also doubt that Fortin had talked about suicide with his business partner. If you look into it, I don't think you'll find anyone else that Fortin talked about suicide with. Finally, take a look at their partnership agreement. I'll bet you'll find that in the event of a partner's death, the surviving partner becomes the sole owner of the business. I think this is plain, old fashioned murder for profit."
I returned to Lansing and my day-to-day duties. I spoke with Harvey again about two weeks later. Turns out I was right. The detectives hadn't found anyone that Fred Fortin had discussed suicide with. They also got a copy of the partnership agreement which did make the surviving partner the sole owner of the business in the event of a partner's death.
The business was actually doing quite well – sales were not down because of the internet. Profits had gone down because Yeager was skimming them into a private account using phony purchase orders to a non-existent clothing supplier. It appears that Fortin was on the cusp of discovering Yeager's embezzling and Yeager knew his theft would soon be exposed. He murdered Fortin in an attempt to cover it up.
When the detectives confronted Yeager with the evidence, he broke down and confessed. He pled guilty to murder in the second degree with a sentence of twenty-five years to life to avoid getting life without possibility of parole.
THE FINAL CLUE
written by Austin S. Camacho
narrated by Mark Bielecki aka Dr. Whodunit
"Hannibal, thank God you're here," Isaac said the second I stepped into the gym director's office.
Isaac Ingersoll stood six foot four and weighed a good 325 pounds. It was weird to see a guy that size terrified. But when I walked in some of the terror left Isaac's eyes. He looked like a man who had just been taken off death row. Looking down at the corpse on the floor, I hoped Isaac was right.
"Fascinating," Police Detective Orson Rissik said. He was detaining everybody while they waited for the coroner. "The other three suspects called their lawyers, but Ingersoll called you, and you're the first to arrive."
"Maybe he figures he's the one in trouble, detective." I understood Isaac's thinking. He was the biggest man in the room, although all four suspects were bigger than me. Their size was the reason that The Predators was such a great semi-professional football team, despite their recent slump. But size was no advantage to the players found in the building where a man was beaten and then stabbed to death.
The guy lying on his belly was the smallest man in the room. His face was turned toward the door. His right hand still held a death grip on the edge of the desk. His left hand was thrust under the back cover of a book apparently snatched from a collection of novels on the desk. I didn't see a knife, but the wound on his side had surrounded him with a pool of blood.
I had worked with Rissik before so I knew I could push things a bit. "So, four football players in the gym but not together, right? Then somebody notices a trail of blood leading from the locker room to this office, to the guy laying over there with his hand on the last page of Patricia Cornwell's latest bestseller."
"That's the basics," Rissik said. "Looks to me like the vic was reaching for the phone, but couldn't quite make it, so he grabbed a book instead."
I squatted down for a closer look. The victim's blank, empty eyes stared back at me from within dark circles. Blood from his nose and lips showed that somebody had worked him over good, but even mangled as it was, I recognized that face.
"You know this is Manny Simpson, right?"
"The gambler?" Rissik asked. "Last I heard that weasel was fixing college basketball games. Considering who we got here today, I'm thinking he's moved on to semi-pro football."
Hannibal stood to face the short lineup against the wall. "So, who DO we have here?"
Rissik pointed his way down the line while his suspects stood silent. "You know the white fellow, Ingersoll. He's fullback for the Predators. This next joker is Georgie Sparks. He's a guard. The next man is Nick Davis, the tight end. Number four, Dan Cooper, is a wide receiver."
I smirked at Rissik. "I get the sports connection, but there must have been other people in the gym. Why are you only holding the football players?"
Rissik smirked back. "You think the book's a coincidence?"
I shrugged, pulled out my pen and got down on my knees. I didn't figure Simpson for a literary type, so it made sense that he grabbed the book to leave some kind of clue. The title told me right away why Rissik was so sure of himself.
"Patricia Cornwell's best seller, Predator. Yeah, I guess him grabbing this one from the half dozen books on the desk is a pretty clear pointer."
"Yeah," Rissik said. "I figured I had a dead lock until I turned up not one but four players."
I slid my pencil under Simpson's hand and lifted it. I wanted a good look at the book's last page. "For a crooked gambler, I hear Simpson was pretty smart. Maybe there's more to his dying clue."
Rissik crossed his arms and walked toward me. "You know, we usually solve this kind of thing just like Scarpetta in Cornwell's books. Forensic evidence will surface."
"Really? I kind of like to try to noodle out the clues and solve the puzzle myself." I knew I was pushing Rissik's buttons. As expected, he rose to the bait.
"Okay, Jones. You figure you see something I missed? You think you know who it was?"
In fact, I did think I knew who killed Simpson. To test my theory, I'd have to push my man to a confession.
I walked right up to my suspect and looked him in the eye. "I saw your last couple of games. Kind of disappointing."
Nick Davis leaned forward, maintaining eye contact with me. "Nobody plays their best game every single week. But I give this team all I got."
"That's bull," I told him. "That fumble that cost the game last week? Pretty sloppy. And what about those two passes you just couldn't get hold of three weeks ago?"
"Ain't no law against having a bad day now and again," Davis said, backing off just a bit.
It was time for me to get loud. "No, but there is a law against throwing games for a gambling syndicate. What was your beef with Simpson? Didn't he pay you enough for shaving points?"
Ingersoll and the other two players stepped away from Davis, glaring at him. Their stares seemed to rattle him a lot more than I could.
"It ain't like that. I met Simpson today to call it quits. I just couldn't keep on betraying the team. But he wouldn't let go. Said he'd tell the guys what I done. I couldn't let him do that."
"So you roughed him up in the locker room," I said.
Rissik whipped out a pair of cuffs and slapped them on Davis. "Then, when he wouldn't cut you loose you stabbed him. Well, I don't think anybody will actually miss Simpson, but from the look of your teammates' faces, you'll be safer in custody."
While Rissik read Davis his rights, Isaac jumped at me. I gritted my teeth against the slap on the back I knew was coming, and managed to not fall over when it landed.
"Thanks for coming down, Hannibal," Isaac said. "I just know that would be me in the cuffs right now if not for you." Rissik shoved Davis into a chair, and I could see curiosity fighting grudging admiration on his face.
"Okay, spill it, Jones. What did you see on that page that tipped you that Davis was the killer?"
"You should have seen it yourself, Orson," I said. "It was pretty clear that Simpson knew he was going to bleed out quick, so he snatched the book off the desk that he knew would implicate one of the players, and just had time to open it to the page he knew had words that would identify his killer."
"You saying Simpson had read this novel?"
"No, Orson. I'm saying that Simpson knew the last page would tell us which player killed him. You know the words I mean now?"
Rissik cursed under his breath. "Of course. The two words that are on the last page of every book.
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By Max Brower
Portsmouth, Virginia
The phone was ringing. Mike Downing slapped at it and knocked the alarm clock off the nightstand instead. It hit the floor with an angry "clang," and disappeared under the bed. He got the phone on the second try and held it to his ear.
Next to him, Darena stirred. "Mike, who the hell is calling this late?"
"What are you talking about?" Mike asked, ignoring her. "They just left it there? Jesus Christ…okay, okay. Where? Hold on..." He turned on the bedside lamp, opened the nightstand, and fumbled for the pad and pencil. "Okay, go on." He wrote down the location. "I got it. Find two guys and have them meet me at the yard. I don't care who…just as long as they know how to operate the damn thing. Pay them double if you have to. No…I'll take them myself."
Mike stood up and stretched, his back popping audibly in the small bedroom.
"It was John Davis. I have to go to Durham."
"Why? What time is it?"
Mike fished under the bed and found the alarm clock. It was 12:55 AM.
It was five in the morning, and the sun was still an hour and a half on the other side of the horizon when Mike's Oldsmobile pulled onto the dusty shoulder of highway 501, just outside of Durham. Keenon Hampton, McKee Railroad's regional manager, along with two Durham police officers, waited for him.
"Wake up," Mike said.
Behind him, Keith Franks and Harold Garvin stirred awake.
"Are we there, yet?" Keith asked.
"This isn't worth double," Harold grumbled.
Mike got out, stamped on his cigarette, and fell in alongside Keenon, who was walking towards the railroad crossing. "Where is it?"
"About a hundred yards up the track. Those two assholes just stopped and called me collect from a pay phone up the road. No explanation. They just quit."
"Well, they're fired, anyway," Mike said in disgust.
"They better be."
The patrol car's window rolled down, and a sleepy-eyed officer poked his head out. "Do you guys got this? We've got better things to do than babysit your train all night."
Keith waved an arm at him. "We appreciate the help, officers. We'll take it from here."
The cruiser's engine came to life, and a moment later it was rolling up highway 501, a small dust cloud in its wake.
Mike turned back to the car. "Grab your shit. We got to go."
The four men walked up the shoulder of highway 501 then turned right onto the small path that ran beside the tracks—to where Power 917 waited.
Keith and Harold went through the startup checklist, and a moment later, Power 917's brand new Electro-Motive diesel engine roared to life. The engine needed to be at full operational temperature before the 917 could continue pulling the half-mile of coal cars behind her. At least Tom and Jake had stopped the train outside of Durham, and no other crossings were blocked. That saved McKee a significant fine, although they were still being charged double time for the extra hours hogging up the line. They needed to get moving.
Mike and Keenon walked the train, shining bright flashlights over each wheel, looking for defects or any other reason Tom Lovett and Jake Christopher had suddenly stopped and walked away.
"Are you sure there was nothing wrong with those guys?" Keenon asked.
Mike didn't envy Keenon's position right now. "Nothing. They got along fine. Good guys. Punctual. They've done this run a hundred times. I don't think Tom has even missed a day of work since I got here. I have no idea why they did it."
They reached the last car and circled around to the other side of the tracks. Twenty minutes later, they climbed back into the control cabin of Power 917.
"Did you guys find anything wrong up here?" Mike asked.
Harold shook his head. "Everything checks out fine, boss. Are you seriously telling me that Tom and Jake just up and quit? Just like that?"
Mike looked around Power 917's immaculately clean cabin. The controls still had their virgin shine, and the entire place smelled like a new car. There wasn't even the typical film of dust that the cleaners were continually fighting to keep off the controls in the other power units.
"That's apparently what happened," Keenon growled. "Are you sure there wasn't anything going on with those two? They weren't queers or anything? Maybe got into a lovers' spat?"
Keith and Harold exchanged another glance. "Tom's been fighting with his wife," Keith said, "but I didn't think it was that bad." He motioned around. "Maybe the place was just too clean for them."
Nobody laughed.
"How much longer?" Mike asked, lighting another cigarette. "We need to clear the area."
"We're almost ready," Harold said, spinning his chair around to the control board.
Twenty minutes later, Mike and Keenon watched as McKee Railroad's brand-new Power engine 917 continued south towards Charlotte, still on its maiden run.
Alan Barfield and Elroy Hefter and were waiting outside of Mike's office when he got back to the McKee rail yards. It was just after noon.
"Mike," Alan said, anxiously. "Keenon called from Warrenton. He's freaking the hell out. Something else happened to the 917. It's stopped in Greensboro."
Greensboro was only sixty-five miles south of Durham.
"Keith and Harold are in the hospital. You got to take Elroy and me out there right now."
"Jesus Christ," Mike said. "What the hell is it now? Come on, let's go."
Two weeks later, Mike knocked on Tom Lovett's door. He looked around the small front yard of the trailer home, noting the overturned barbeque grill and a child's baseball glove buried in the grass.
Tom opened the door. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Uh…Hi, Mike."
"Can I come in, Tom?"
"Yea, sure." Tom led him through the trailer's small living room and into the kitchen. The sink was overflowing with dishes. Mike could smell rotting food and garbage.
"Where's Amy?"
Tom tensed up and then looked around. "She's with her mother. It's been a bad couple of weeks." He held up his hands in defense. "But it's not like that, Mike. It's only for a little bit…until I can get my shit together."
"Tom, I want to offer you your job back."
Tom looked at him confused. "Why would you do that?"
"But there's a condition. We want you to you undergo a full physical examination. We're offering the same to Jake Christopher and the others." Mike pulled out a chair. "Have a seat, Tom."
Tom sat.
"In case you missed it, we've had some issues with Power 917." He saw Tom cringe at the mentioned of the unit number. "Are you okay?"
Tom shook his head. "Mike, I'd rather work in the mines for the rest of my life than ever drive that engine again. I can't do it. I'll work double shifts or do whatever else you want, but I can't pilot the 917 again." He looked around the kitchen and then back at Mike. "I don't think Jake will either."
Mike observed Tom, looking for bullshit. He didn't see any.
"After you and Jake left the 917 in Durham, I drove Keith Franks and Harold Garvin out to take over. They both ended up in Greensboro Memorial Hospital…for food poisoning. Harold thinks their wives both bought the same bad cold-cuts from Dellas Market. That's interesting considering that neither of them had lunch pails with them when I dropped them off in Durham."
Tom looked up. His lower lip was quivering.
"After that, I drove Hefter and Barfield out to cover them. Those two actually made it to Charlotte, but then they refused to bring the 917 back. They said that they would rather be fired; they're on leave until we get to the bottom of this."
Mike tried to look Tom in the eyes, but Tom averted his gaze again. He began fiddling with his hands.
"What happened, Tom? We had the 914 run down to Charlotte and pull the 917 back. No problems there. They're doing a complete teardown, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with it. The company thinks that if they can find some sort of defect, then we can sue for the fines we've received, lost profit, and not to mention, six of our engineers out of commission. Do you remember smelling anything? Maybe, methane from the coal beds?"
Tom realized what Mike was asking him and nodded. "I'll say that if you want, Mike. But I worked the mines growing up. I know what methane smells like."
"What about carbon monoxide, then? Did you smell exhaust?"
Tom continued to shake his head. "If you want, sure…but I didn't smell that either. Besides, I was sitting next to the open window the whole time."
"Well, that might be it, then—"
"No, Mike. The engine is to the rear of the cab. All that shit, methane from the coal too, would have been vented out behind us."
"Then what the hell happened, Tom?"
Tom stopped fiddling with his hands and leveled his gaze on Mike. "We went crazy; that's what happened. It was like being on the worst acid trip of my life, and one that wouldn't stop. Do you know you know long it normally takes to get to Durham from Portsmouth?"
Mike thought about it. "It took me three and a half hours in my car. So, probably a little less than that, depending on the wait time to cross the James River."
"It took us three days just to make it to Durham, Mike. Three fucking days. I'm telling you, I was looking at the clock the entire time. Three fucking days before I finally managed to pull my foot off the switch and stop the damn thing. I think if I hadn't, I would still be driving it now. And Jake was giggling the whole time. He wouldn't stop—for three days he just sat there giggling. And there was whispering…"
"What whispering?"
Tom murmured something.
"Those voices. I just wanted to rip my ears off to make them stop. They kept telling me to do horrible things—to Amy and Jason…to my mother and sisters. They told me that I had already done other horrible things, but it would be okay once they caught and gassed me." Tom buried his face in his hands and began to weep. "It wouldn't shut the fuck up. And the whole time Jake was just sitting there giggling. Then he got the hiccups…it lasted for twenty hours. Twenty fucking hours." He looked up. "It told me that if I cut Jake's throat, it would stop the giggling—and I almost did it. Jesus Christ, I almost did—with my pocketknife."
"Christ, Tom."
Tom actually managed a smile. "But sure, I think it was the methane from the coal beds. There must have been a bad valve or vent or something. I can't afford the rent on this place, and they've already turned the electric off. I can't lose Amy and Jason."
Jack Swaney knocked on Mike Downing's open office door. "You wanted to see me, boss?"
"Come in, Jack," Mike said.
Jack stepped in but remained standing. He was a thirty-year veteran of McKee Railroad and had served in the Army Corps of Engineers during World War Two, restoring rail lines in captured territory. This was back when most trains were still steam powered. Mike had handpicked him for this assignment.
Power 917 was going back into service today, hauling general freight to Philadelphia. He wanted an experienced crew for this trip and had picked Jack and Carl Mellforth for the job.
"I'm ready," Jack said and turned to leave.
"Jack, wait…"
Jack turned around and gave him a knowing look. "I'll be fine, Mike. Everyone knows what happened with the 917, but it checked out fine. I've done my own inspection on it. There's no problems—and there won't be any. I'll let you know how everything went after we get to Philly." He turned to leave again.
"Jack, hold up …"
Mike walked Jack to Power 917, which was warming up and on track three.
Carl Mellforth called down from the cab. "Here to give us a proper send off, Mike?"
"He wants to make sure we don't forget the train," Jack said, turning to face Mike. He patted him on the shoulder. "Look. I know why you're worried. But seriously; Everything's in working order."
Jack climbed in.
That's the problem, Mike thought. Everything had been in working order. No defects, and now four of his employees were out of a job.
He went back to his office.
He got the call twenty-five minutes later.
Mike learned most of the details from the papers. By then, he was working for Norfolk Southern in Boston.
McKee Railroad Power Engine 917, hauling general freight between Portsmouth and Philadelphia, left the McKee rail yards at 2:08 PM. It was scheduled to change tracks and cross the James River at 3:15 PM, thirty miles away.
It arrived almost fifty minutes early.
The switching track was rated at 15 mph. Power 917 hit it at an estimated 145 MPH. The train derailed, continuing almost half a mile overland, and straight into the James River, pulling a quarter of its cars on top of it before sheer weight ground the rest to a halt. The pictures in the papers looked like a deformed bicycle chain. Power 917 was driven more than twenty feet below the riverbed from the sheer weight of the cars on top of it. It took a month to retrieve the power unit from the bottom of the river, along with the bodies of Jack Swaney and Carl Mellforth. The hulk was eventually sold for scrap.


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by Matt Thrasher | Sep 23, 2014 | ENTR102: Technology for the Entrepreneur, Student Voice, Tech Tools for the Entrepreneur | 3 comments
LinkedIn is a large, public network that strives to bring all the professionals in the world together. Essentially LinkedIn is a business-oriented social media, however with much more of a purpose than Twitter per say. The company was created by a man name Reid Hoffman, and was launched on May 5th, 2003. Hoffman is now chairman of the board for the company, with a man named Jeff Weiner as acting CEO. As of June 2013, LinkedIn had acquired over 259 million users in over 200 countries. The companies servers are located in California, and support about 5,000 to 10,000 employees. In January of 2014, LinkedIn measured countries based on their amount of users. The United States of course, came in first with 93 million, a strong 29.9%. Interestingly, India came in second, with 24 million users. The country of Brazil finished third, with 16 million users.
LinkedIn has many different aspects that can be helpful in the business world. All the websites opportunities are based on a person's contact network. Users can find jobs, people and business offers, through the recommendations built-into the server. Employers can list jobs and search for potential candidates as well. Individuals seeking jobs can review the profile of hiring managers and discover which of their existing contacts can introduce them. Users can post their own photos to aid in identification, and can also follow different companies and receive notifications about the new joining and offers available. Users can "save" jobs that they would like to apply for, in addition they can also "like" and "congratulate" each other's updates and new employments. Users can see who has visited their profile page as well.
LinkedIn also supports the formation of interest groups, and as of March 29, 2012 there are 1,248,019 such groups whose membership varies from 1 to 744,662. The majority of the largest groups are employment related, although a very wide range of topics are covered mainly around professional and career issues, and there are currently 128,000 groups for both academic and corporate alumni. Groups support a limited form of discussion area, moderated by the group owners and managers. Groups also keep their members informed through emails with updates to the group, including most talked about discussions within your professional circles.
In retrospect, it is obvious that LinkedIn is a phenomenal company. The sheer amount of different business aspects that are helpful for professionals in the workplace is staggering. There is the opportunity to search and reconnect with colleagues and classmates. Learn about other companies. Leverage powerful tools to find and reach the people you need. Tap into the knowledge of your network. Discover new opportunities.
Ross Harrington on September 25, 2014 at 1:13 pm
It is obvious that LinkedIn is an extremely beneficial online site that allows employers and potential employees to connect. Matt Thrasher did a good job of keeping this point interesting with statistics and to the point. I know that in my future Entrepreneurship career I will be using LinkedIn, most likely as employee and employer.
Connor Grieb on September 29, 2014 at 8:06 pm
I just joined Linkedin this month and it has exceeded my expectations. The connections I have already made will be crucial in finding a job in the up coming years and potentially also finding employees as an entrepreneur.
Zachary Unkenholz on September 29, 2014 at 11:03 pm
LinkedIn is a really great way to bring employers are people looking for employment together. It is great that LinkedIn helps people easily build a more proficient online profile than something like Facebook. I have found it really easy to use and it definitely brings people together in a businesslike format. It is a great way to create a polished, competent profile and make connections in a professional setting.


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Lordstown Motors gets OK to ship first Endurance pickup trucks
The Endurance pickup truck, an all-electric commercial vehicle made by Lordstown Motors. The vehicle is intended for commercial fleets.Courtesy of Lordstown Motors
Sean McDonnell, cleveland.com
LORDSTOWN, Ohio — Three years after its inception, Lordstown Motors has received approval to send its first batch of all-electric pickup trucks to customers.
The company announced Tuesday that its Endurance pickup truck has passed the safety tests and received the approvals needed to be sold. Lordstown Motors said the first trucks are leaving the Foxconn EV Ohio plant for customer delivery.
"I am very proud of the Lordstown Motors and Foxconn EV Ohio team for their hard work, grit, and tenacity in achieving this milestone," Lordstown Motors CEO Edward Hightower said in a news release. "We are very excited to start delivering vehicles to our commercial fleet customers."
The company is making 30 trucks to send to key customers that could make large purchases in the future. It plans to make 30 of them by the end of 2022, and the rest in 2023.
Lordstown Motors said it plans to ramp up production slowly as it resolves issues in the supply chain.
Executives had said previously that production would ramp up slowly because making the trucks were not yet cost effective, and that more capital investments were needed to bring down costs.
The Endurance is a full-size pickup truck aimed at companies with large fleets. A key feature of the truck is its in-hub motors, which let each wheel turn independently instead of using a rotating drive shaft like most cars.
The road to delivery of the Endurance pickup
Lordstown Motors was founded in 2019, in the wake of General Motors closing its Lordstown plant that it had operated since the 1960s. At the time, GM employed 4,500 people and manufactured Chevy Cruzes at the plant.
GM sold the plant to Lordstown Motors, which was run by Steve Burns, the cofounder of another electric-vehicle startup called Workhorse. At the time of deal, Burns said the truck would start production in late 2020.
The production date moved, but Lordstown Motors continued to show off the vehicle during events with Gov. Mike Dewine and then Vice-President Mike Pence.
Then in March 2021, an investment firm released a scathing research report that said the company had "misled investors both on its demand and production capabilities." That quickly led to an inquiry from the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission followed by a shareholder lawsuit.
Steve Burns and the companies Chief Financial Officer Julio Rodriquez resigned in June 2021. Dan Ninivaggi become the CEO later that year, and Hightower became president.
Under Ninivaggi's and Hightower's leadership, Lordstown Motors pursued a deal with Foxconn, a global electronics company based out of Taiwan. In the deal, Lordstown Motors sold the former GM to Foxconn for $260 million.
The deal closed in May, and Foxconn took on hundreds of the automaker's employees. The Endurance, the electric pickup truck designed by Lordstown Motors, will be manufactured by Foxconn at the Lordstown facility. Foxconn will be able to use the Lordstown facility to make vehicles both for Lordstown Motors and other electric vehicle brands.
Hightower then became the CEO in July, and Ninivaggi became Lordstown Motor's executive chairman.


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Kingsley and Ross Holgate commemorate World Land Rover day by naming their two Defender expedition vehicles
Land Rover celebrates its anniversary on 30 April, 2021 – 73 years to the day since the world debut of the original Land Rover at the Amsterdam Motor Show on 30 April, 1948. Global Land Rover ambassadors and humanitarian adventurers Kingsley and Ross Holgate have commemorated World Land Rover Day by revealing the names of their two, already battle-hardened New Defenders 110s.
As per the decades-old Holgate tradition of naming their expedition vehicles, the two New Defenders have earned their titles, but only after nine months and many thousands of hard kilometres.
"We first gave them 30,000km of tough expedition work. Like all our previous expedition Land Rovers, they needed to prove themselves," said Ross Holgate. "On the Mzansi Edge expedition to track the entire outline of South Africa, including land-locked Lesotho last year, they completed 16,000km of challenging conditions in just 80 days and started to show their 'personalities'."
Since Mzansi Edge, the Defenders have continued to work tirelessly on the 'Feeding the Wildlife Community' Covid-19 hunger relief campaign, distributing tonnes of nutritious Do More porridge packs to rural families and children at Early Childhood Development centres close to conservation areas, who are still affected by the loss of tourism-related jobs and income. More recently they've also done an emergency malaria prevention dash into Mozambique to help communities affected by cyclonic rains and flooding.
"They are now worthy of their titles," said Kingsley Holgate. "My Defender 110 is proud to bear the name 'Isibindi', which means courage in Zulu. Ross has given his Defender the name 'Moyo', which in different languages can mean rejoice, life, or soul; but for our purposes, we've taken the Swahili meaning – heart, as we believe that the heart of Land Rover lies here in Africa."
Like so many other Land Rover owners, the Holgates have a long history of naming their expedition vehicles. The two Defenders the team took around the world on the 2001 Tropic of Capricorn expedition were called 'Chuma' and 'Susi', after the two brave hearts who carried Dr David Livingstone's salt-dried body 2,000km across Africa from the Bangweleu swamps in northern Zambia, to Bagamoyo on the East African coast opposite Zanzibar in Tanzania.
Other expedition Land Rovers that were part of journeys to every single country on the African continent were named after early explorers, like 'Livingstone', 'Stanley' and 'Mary Kingsley'. A battered, old, green Defender td5 that simply refused to give up was called 'uBhejane' (black rhino) and a canvassed-backed, Ghanaian-registered Defender the Holgates took to Timbuktu in Niger and beyond was nicknamed 'Sahara'. Another Land Rover, which survived a harrowing attack of mudbrick, window-smashing missiles during a political riot in central Africa, earned the unusual title of 'Brick'.
A big 130 Defender – one of the last, old model Defenders to come off the Solihull production line – and the 'mother ship' of the exceptionally difficult 2015 world-first expedition to discover the geographic centre of Africa, deep in the rainforests of the Republic of Congo, was aptly called, 'Ndhlovukazi' (the great she-elephant), as the expedition also highlighted the scourge of elephant poaching in Africa.
The Holgate's personal 1956 Series 1 is called 'Scarlett' after Kingsley's granddaughter, who loves the car so much that when she was small, could often be found curled up and fast asleep on the driver's seat. Scarlett was part of a clutch of antique Series 1s, which undertook a colourful and historic journey to summit the high-altitude mountain passes of the Kingdom of Lesotho in 2016, as a symbolic farewell to the Defender as it was known at the time.
Another old Holgate Defender, which is still in the team and took part in two recent world-first expeditions (Extreme East and Cape Town to Kathmandu) and a host of other adventures, is simply nicknamed 'The Stomach', because she carries all the grub boxes and supplies! This stalwart of the Holgate's fleet completed the dangerous crossing of war-torn Somalia on the Horn of Africa to reach Ras Xaafun, the most easterly point of the continent. A few months later, she took on the vast deserts of Iran and the high-altitude Karakoram Highway that joins northern Pakistan to China through the world's three highest mountain ranges en route to Kathmandu in Nepal and then onto Calcutta – all without missing a beat.
"Isibindi (Courage) and Moyo (Heart) are fitting titles," said Kingsley. "They'll need a lot of both as we prepare for our next major expedition and all the challenges that a transcontinental journey will throw at them, as soon as Covid-19 travel restrictions are lifted."
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More parking coming downtown: Anchor shop and more in the plans
There will be 100 new parking spaces downtown within three months, and more to come within the next three years, city officials said Wednesday as they announced the completion of a city land purchase in downtown Milford.
About 20 people dodged raindrops under an awning outside the building that houses Corner Convenience, Scratch Bakery and other businesses as city officials explained the purchase and plans for four downtown lots — 44 to 64 River Street, 0 River Street, 145 High Street and 0 Railroad Avenue.
Mayor Ben Blake said the downtown area boasts restaurants and shops, but parking has for many years limited growth in downtown. "We didn't have a substantial amount of parking," he said.
The land purchase should fix that. The largest parcel purchased is 44-64 River Street, which houses the Corner Convenience store and several smaller businesses in a 15,394-square foot building on 1.28-acres of land. This property and the adjacent 0 River Street are both owned by Joseph Agro of Agro River Street LLC. The property at 0 River Street is a 0.38-acre parking lot.
DeLeo Brothers Property Group of Weston owns two other parcels. There is a 4,000-square-foot building on 0.38 acres at 145 High Street, and 0.28 acres of vacant land at 0 Railroad Avenue.
Last year, Governor Dannel Malloy announced nearly $5 million in state funds for the city to buy the properties, which total approximately 2.2 acres next to the Milford train station.
The state also provided $150,000 to pay for a site plan and market analysis.
With all that accomplished, Blake said there is "still a way to go."
In the next three months there will be 100 new parking spaces, and another 200 or more spaces will be added over the next three years. While there has been talk of a parking garage, Blake said studies still have to determine the exact concept. He said it may be an elevated parking deck that matches the current grade of land near the train tracks, with parking below as well.
One of the next steps is for the city to appoint a development committee to oversee parking designs and an economic improvement study.
The committee will develop a parking management program and parking regulations, discuss whether there will be parking fees, and work with the businesses currently in the downtown building to possibly relocate after their leases are up in 2018.
Joseph Agro, the landlord for the shops on the site until this recent sale, said, "It's with a heavy heart that we part," noting that he and his brother, Lou, saw the value of the downtown property when they were children, delivering newspapers in the area.
He praised city officials and attorneys who put the land sale together, and said it's "perhaps one of the best land acquisitions the city has made" in recent years.
Tracy Bonosconi is president of the Downtown Milford Business Association and owner of the Lovet Shop on River Street. She said the property purchase will help downtown businesses to flourish.
"The 100 spaces will be an incredible boost for the businesses," she said, adding that the additional spaces that will be added over the next couple of years will make downtown even more vibrant.
Chris Carveth, chairman of the Milford Chamber of Commerce Executive Committee, said the purchase is a "feather in the cap for the city of Milford." Tina DiNapoli of the group Milford Progress Inc. agreed, saying that a lack of parking has been a problem downtown for years.
The ultimate plan is to have an anchor store in the space, in addition to the added parking, and studies and inquiries will help determine what that anchor store might be, Mayor Blake said.


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We all were given IDs, which could be exclusively accessed by us for being in touch with the associates of the firm for the work they had given. A Daily Time Sheet is to be maintained. We were also asked to submit a Worksheet on the last day.
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The work environment is pretty great at JSA. The associates are really cool to work with. They are friendly, approachable and act like buddies.
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The best thing about the place was that there was variety of work to do. I had a lot to learn and enjoy at the internship. Also if you stay post 8 pm at office, the company pays for dinner and also pays for transport that you have incurred for that night, for me it meant Domino's pizza and a Tab Cab ride back home.
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Can You Really Find Rest On The Weary Road Of Parenting?
[guestpost]As we mentioned last Thursday, for the next 4 weeks, leading up to our re-launch of the podcast (with the brand new name of The Honestly Adoption Podcast) we're sharing some of our favorite past episodes as a special #tbt! Also- you can now visit the brand new landing page for Honestly Adoption by clicking here.[/guestpost] Welcome to the very first season, and the very first episode of our parenting podcast, Honestly Speaking. This has been a long time in the making and we are finally launching. You can't begin to imagine how excited we are. Our hope is that
How To Love A Child Who Won't Love You Back.
[guestpost]For the next 4 weeks, leading up to our re-launch of the podcast (with the brand new name of The Honestly Adoption Podcast) we're sharing some of our favorite past episodes as a #tbt![/guestpost] It's a question we receive several times a week from people all over the country. "How do I love a child who keeps pushing me away, and could care less about me or my family?" We, along with our co-host Nicole Goerges, are right in the middle of this trench. That first real hug. Hearing "I love you mom," and knowing she means it. Watching him
How Do You Process Your Child's Trauma?
We spend so much of this journey fighting for our children, and helping them fight through the trauma they've endured, that we rarely take time to process it ourselves. That's why a simple question, recently asked of me, has me thinking…
The Stuff I Learned From My Traumatic Past.
"Your past may explain you, but it doesn't define you." This last installment of our summer series, "The Stuff I Learned," is an honest story of one family's struggle through the dark, hard places of trauma and despair, to the places (and person) of Hope. Don't miss out on this amazing interview with adoptee, Sandeep Thomas, and his two special guests (you'll have to listen to find out who!), as they share how they have found, and continue to find, hope, joy, and gratitude on the sometimes difficult journey of adoption.
How To Advocate For Your Child When No One Is Listening.
We get your frustration because we've been there many times in the past. We've walked out of doctor's offices, IEP meetings, and counseling appointments defeated and mad. But we've discovered a few powerful truths about advocating for our child when it seems no one is listening…
How To Prepare Your Adopted (Or Foster) Child For School Bullies.
Out of everything we must prepare for on the foster and adoptive journey, one thing that catches us off guard, are the kids at school who are quick to pick on our kiddos, or ask inappropriate, hurtful questions. How can we adequately prepare our kids for some of these instances?
The Stuff I Learned Through The Trials Of The Adoption Journey.
We are so blessed to have our friend, Lisa Qualls, from One Thankful Mom, here today to share with us some of the hardest parts of her story. Hear what she has learned about finding Hope within the grief of losing a child, both as a birth mom and later as an adoptive mom.
Why 'Community' Must Come Before 'Education' On The Adoptive Journey.
Everyone of us on the adoptive journey has gone through training, seminars, and events to educate us on everything from trauma, to attachment, to crisis intervention. But education pales in comparison to our connection to others. Here's why:
Why I Stop Myself From Defending My Special-Needs Child.
You really want to speak up, because, you're a mama bear (or papa bear). It's so hard to let them stand on their own when you've spent so much time advocating for them, defending them, and fighting for them. But there's a time and place to stay quiet and let them stand.
The Stuff I Learned About Taking Care Of Myself.
Self-care for adoptive and foster parents. We've all heard about it. We have a feeling it might be important, but, honestly, who has time? The truth is, parental self-care is a foundational part of being able to care for our children well. While we may feel like this is one thing we just can't get around to, it is actually the one thing that can get everything else moving in a positive direction. Listen in as Mike interviews Carrie Blake, former foster parent, adoptive parent, mama of 7, whose journey towards self-care will inspire and motivate even the most "self-care


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Home | About | History
View an interactive timeline of HDA's history.
HDA was founded as the Western Wholesale Druggists' Association (WWDA) on March 15, 1876, during the first annual convention of 95 wholesale druggists (representing 16 cities, from Cleveland to St. Louis, and 11 states) at the Exchange Hall in Indianapolis.
This first industry meeting was called by Augustus Kiefer to, "remedy the existing evils in the wholesale drug business, and enable the merchants to carry on business on a more profitable basis." At the time, just a decade following the Civil War, the industry served about 25,000 companies in drugs and medicine. By the end of the first annual convention, the organization had established a variety of committees, among them, those on legislation, "adulteration," credits and proprietary medicines.
In 1882, the WWDA, representing distribution companies (and now various manufacturer members) from the Atlantic states and beyond the Mississippi, became the National Wholesale Druggists' Association (NWDA). Throughout the years, NWDA continued to advocate on behalf of the distribution industry and the safety, efficiencies and cost-savings distributors bring to the pharmaceutical supply chain.
The organization also came to recognize its companies and individuals for leadership in business practices, technology, innovations and lifetime achievements, with the establishment of the DIANA Awards and the Nexus Award for Lifetime Achievement (first known as the Tim Barry Award) in the 1950s — a proud tradition that continues to this day.
Throughout the years, the pharmaceutical distribution industry underwent a rapid evolution as technologies changed, improving productivity and operational efficiencies. In fact, today, distributors do far more than manage warehouses and ship pharmaceutical goods. They provide a wide array of supporting services that enable the pharmaceutical supply chain to function efficiently and safely, delivering significant value to manufacturers and healthcare providers — and ultimately for patients and consumers as well.
In 1980 NWDA founded its Research and Education Foundation — now the HDA Research Foundation. The Foundation is HDA's non-profit charitable foundation, and serves the healthcare industry by providing research and education focused on priority healthcare supply chain issues.
At the 2000 NWDA Annual Meeting, it was announced the organization was to be renamed the Healthcare Distribution Management Association (HDMA), reflecting the "Association's vision of a progressively more efficient and effective distribution system." While under the name of HDMA, the Association successfully advocated for the enactment of the Drug Supply Chain Security Act in 2013, which preempted a 50-state patchwork of pharmaceutical pedigree laws, and the Ensuring Patient Access and Effective Drug Enforcement Act of 2016, to address the prescription drug abuse epidemic. The organization also brought its educational offerings overseas, by hosting the annual International Pharmaceutical Distribution Conference in Beijing (2014), Brussels (2015) and London (September 2016).
In 2016, HDMA became the Healthcare Distribution Alliance (HDA) to reflect the organization's growing role as a convener of the supply chain both domestically and globally. In 2017, the Alliance announced an expansion of its membership offerings and expertise by adding the Pharmaceutical Cargo Security Coalition (PCSC) to its services.
Now headquartered in Arlington, Virginia, HDA represents 36 distribution companies — national, regional and specialty — as well as more than 130 manufacturer and more than 50 service provider/international members, respectively. These members serve more than 180,000 licensed healthcare providers, delivering millions of lifesaving products to these outlets every day. But just as in 1876, HDA's mission has remained the same, which is to:
Advocate for sound public policy that supports patient access to medicines and medical products through safe, efficient and effective distribution;
Lead the healthcare supply chain on policy issues, business practices and industry guidelines to inform and support member development of innovative solutions; and,
Convene and partner with public and private stakeholders to facilitate discussions on industry issues, provide education and support the sharing of leading practices.
The HDA Research Foundation serves HDA and the healthcare distribution industry by providing research and education focused on supply chain issues.
HDA's Pharmaceutical Cargo Security Coalition (PCSC) provides useful insights for anyone interested in supply chain security.


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Shadow of the Tomb Raider: The Nightmare Review
Lara meets psychological horror
Reviewed by Mary Billington playing an Xbox One on January 24, 2019
Shadow of the Tomb Raider: The Nightmare is also available for PS4
January's Shadow of the Tomb Raider DLC is finally here so let's see just how scary this nightmare is.
I wish I had musical walls in my place
Just like in The Pillar DLC, Lara is tasked with finding an item of significance to help bolster Paititi's efforts against the cult leader Amaru. This time, it's the White Breath which is known for sending people into hallucinogenic trances. This plot leaves a lot to be desired but thankfully, the challenge tomb brings more character to help make up for that. v1d30chumz 35-153-100-128
If you saved after finishing the previous DLC pack, you'll be back at Skull Cave in Paititi where you simply need to talk to Jonah to trigger the quest then turn around and jump into a tunnel of water to begin. Once you reach the other side of a watery cave system, you'll eventually surface to an unpleasant greeting from a native that appears to use the White Breath powder on Lara. You don't expect to gain such power without understanding what it does to its prey, do you?
Lara immediately gets stuck in a hallucinogenic trance that has her strolling through the halls of her mansion, climbing through underground passageways teeming with Yaaxil and Trinity soldiers, and walking back on the streets of Mexico where the massive flood started in the main campaign. As you make your way through the underground section, you're equipped with a gun and infinite ammo that you must use to quickly take out enemies before they approach you. When they're shot, they either vaporise or turn into a different enemy that you then must take down; it gets pretty intense!
Maybe Lara shouldn't have neglected Jonah in the previous DLC...
Later in the hallucination, you'll search for a grave in a creepy graveyard while trying to follow Jonah's screams for help in order to dig him up only to find that you dug up a sinister version of Lara who blames her for the cause of much destruction. This whole sequence is really well done and sent shivers down my spine. It reminded me of an equally impressive sequence in Rise of the Tomb Raider's Baba Yaga DLC. However, the theme of Lara questioning herself to an unhealthy degree isn't anything new.
List of unlockable items Fear Incarnate Gear
The following "Fear Incarnate Gear" items are unlocked upon purchasing The Nightmare DLC pack:
White Breath skill: when using Fear Arrow, this creates a hallucinogenic cloud around its impact.
Griff of Fear: an alternative to the pick axe used for climbing and fighting that knocks down enemies more effectively.
Scales of Q outfit: a dress covered in bones and hides that provides twice as much resistance to melee attacks.
After the fun trip to happy land, Lara finally snaps out of it and continues on to the challenge tomb. The tomb is split into two parts: a section where you traverse a typical jungle landscape with multiple paths to get to your destination and another where you pull levers and use your timing skills to set up a large scale musical instrument powered by wind. Although the second part is more impressive, I also enjoyed the first section's branching paths and I took a different route during each of the few times that I ran through it.
When you get to the musical section, you're presented with a long hallway that has large stone mouths blowing air on either side. You'll go from left to right and back a few times to get to the end of the hallway while timing when to pull the necessary levers (whenever the spikes surrounding them disappear momentarily during certain beats of the giant drums). There are also some parts that will have you connect ropes to winding gears but there isn't a massive amount of challenge in completing it if you have a little patience. Of course, running through something that requires decent timing can make the time attack and score attack modes more difficult.
I hope that jump wasn't from too high up!
The hallucination sequence and challenge tomb in The Nightmare give this pack the most character out of all the DLC so far. Unfortunately, it's still very short and lacks any meaningful combat scenarios or character development.
+ Music themed tomb brings a unique visual design and challenge
+ Hallucination sequence is a real trip
+ Variety of paths to take is appreciated
- Nothing new in terms of character development
- As expected, a very brief experience
- Lack of interesting combat sequences
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Comments for Shadow of the Tomb Raider: The Nightmare Review
A.J. Maciejewski (crazyaejay): This seems interesting but it's too bad how short it is. It would be awesome if they made a full-length Tomb Raider horror game. I'd play that.


The South Asian Women's Creative Collective (SAWCC) presents its Fifth Annual Asian Literary Festival. Titled "Electric Ladyland," the two-day event featured a series of readings, panels, and workshops at the Asian American Writers' Workshop and the New School for Social Research. Photo by Preston Merchant.
V.V. Ganeshananthan is a novelist, short story and non-fiction writer, as well as a journalist and poet. Her debut novel, Love Marriage (Random House, 2008), received widespread acclaim; it was named one of Washington Post World's Best of 2008 and a Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers selection, and was also longlisted for the Orange Prize. Spanning the fraught margins of war, diaspora, ethnicity, identity, nation and geopolitics, her work has been distinguished as passionate, and continues to be unrelenting, lucid, and fierce. Tracing the political and personal genealogy of a Sri Lankan Tamil American girl called Yalini, whose immigrant family's move from the US to Toronto acts as a catalyst for the unravelling of secrets, both familial and national, personal and transpersonal as Yalini grapples with an ex-militant uncle, a link to the 25 year war still raging (at the time) in Sri Lanka, Love Marriage is the seemingly innocuous title of a courageous debut novel that had its origins as a series of vignettes composed while Ganeshananthan was still a student finishing her Bachelor thesis at Harvard in 2002. In the years between, Ganeshananthan had established herself as a journalist and non-fiction writer.
Since then, she has continued writing across genres, though themes and areas of interest, whether intellectual, personal, aesthetic or regional, certainly overlap and reinforce each other. Formerly Vice President of SAJA (South Asian Journalists' Association), her articles, reviews and essays have regularly appeared in The New York Times, The Atlantic Monthly, The Washington Post, Columbia Journalism Review, The San Francisco Chronicle, Himal Southasian, and The American Prospect, among others. Her short stories have appeared in Granta, Ploughshares and Best American Nonrequired Reading 2014. She has served on the board of the Asian American Writers' Workshop and is presently part of the graduate board of The Harvard Crimson, as well as a contributing editor for Copper Nickel. A graduate of Harvard College, the Iowa Writers' Workshop and a Bollinger Fellow at Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism, she was Delbanco Visiting Professor of Creative Writing at Helen Zell Writers Program at University of Michigan from 2009 to 2014 and has been teaching at University of Minnesota since 2015, with a stint as visiting assistant professor at the Iowa Writers' Workshop in fall of 2016 as well. Earlier, she was awarded fellowships by the National Endowment for the Arts, the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard, Philips Exeter Academy, Yaddo and the MacDowell Colony. She is a founding member of Lanka Solidarity and serves on the board of the American Institute for Sri Lankan Studies.
How has your sense of place and childhood (where you grew up) and school experiences influenced your decision to pursue journalism, write novels? I know you later worked with Jamaica Kincaid in Harvard, who supervised your thesis, what was that like?
I grew up outside Washington, D.C., in Bethesda, Maryland, and my friends and I talked about politics all the time. We read the newspaper voraciously and liked to dissect things going in the White House and on Capitol Hill. It makes some sense to me now that this might have contributed to my political interests in storytelling. I always thought and was taught that life and politics were intertwined. And I saw people tell stories to gain political power, or to take it from others.
Jamaica Kincaid was a generous editor and teacher; she used to have me read my work aloud to myself, and then she would help me edit as I was reading. Being her student was a transformative experience.


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