First, a prosecutor would need to appeal to – perhaps exploit – Stone’s natural sense of self-preservation. For all the trouble he has been mixed up in over his long career, Stone has never been at any real risk of serving time behind bars. Friday’s indictment might change his bearing a bit. It’s one thing to rail publicly against the possibility of a theoretical future indictment, but another to see seven federal criminal charges, carrying a total maximum sentence of 50 years, in black and white. As a practical matter, Stone isn’t looking at anything close to 50 years, but he easily could be facing five years or so if convicted on all counts. For a 66 year-old man like Stone, that could mean most or all of the rest of his life, which has to be at least a bit sobering. And the evidence laid out in the indictment seems locked in; over and over again, the indictment quotes Stone’s lies and then cites hard proof – typically Stone’s own texts – to prove that he lied. A good prosecutor could make a compelling case that cooperation offers Stone his best and most realistic chance to get through the case without having to serve time. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Second, as much as we don’t like to acknowledge it in our quest for pure justice, money matters. It is expensive to defend yourself in federal court, and it is jaw-droppingly costly to go to trial. Stone has flashed vulnerability on this, declaring that he faces legal fees of $2 million – not an outrageous estimate, if a trial is involved – while noting that he is “not a wealthy man” and begging for crowdfunded donations. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Third, Stone is nothing if not ego-driven. We all are, of course, but Stone’s in his own league. A prosecutor might therefore make a pitch to Stone along these lines. You can stay quiet, you can be a “stand-up” guy, you can fight the government and maybe even go to trial. Trump will send nice tweets about you, you’ll have a heavy media following for a couple years, but ultimately you’ll be a strange footnote in history. Or you can flip and be John Dean. 

 A New Jersey woman found a stack of love letters over 60 years old near a beach after Superstorm Sandy swept through her town. 
 
 Kathleen Mullen tells WABC she found the letters while taking a walk on a trail after the storm had passed. 
 
 "They were obviously tied with a pink ribbon, so I automatically knew they were love letters," she told the station. 
 
 After drying them by a fireplace, Mullen discovered the letters were written between 1942 and 1947 by Dorothy Fallon of New Jersey to her fiance Lynn Farnham, of Vermont. 
 
 "There isn't much more to tall you tonight, dear. I love you very much. Yours always, Dotty," one read. 
 
 Determined to return the letters to the family, Mullen searched on Facebook, Craigslist and other sites hoping to find the couple. She eventually found the couple's niece, who told WABC she was amazed by the discovery. 
 
 "It's magical. This can't be real," Shelly Farnham-Hilber said. 
 
 Farnham-Hilber said Lynn Farnham served in World War II and is now deceased. His widow now lives in a nursing home. 
 
 WABC reports it is unclear where the letters were before they ended up on the beach. 
 
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– Just when you thought Hurricane Sandy stories couldn't get any worse: The nation's fifth-largest sewage treatment plant, located in Newark, still hasn't been fully repaired after being hit by a 12-foot wave during the storm. So 18 days later, it continues to pump millions of gallons of partially treated human waste daily into New York Harbor, close to the Statue of Liberty, reports NBC New York. There is still no target date when the sewage plant might be fully operational again, with a senior official saying only "ASAP." In less depressing Sandy news, the scrap wood from storm-damaged Rockaway Beach Boardwalk is proving quite valuable for salvagers—a block-long section of boardwalk wood could fetch up to $250,000, reports New York. And one New Jersey woman found a collection of love letters that are more than 60 years old on the beach, reports Fox News. "It's magical. This can't be real," said a niece of the woman who wrote the letters.