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[TOMT][MUSIC][2000s]I've been trying for hours to identify these two songs in this Mashup Mix
2020.10.18 17:41 El_Unico_Nacho [TOMT][MUSIC][2000s]I've been trying for hours to identify these two songs in this Mashup Mix
I have this old mashup mix from I think 2008 made by El Barto and Liam B. It's just called "Pop Mix". Most songs are recognizable (a track list would be awesome though), but I actually am just really stuck on two parts. Shazam isn't helpful, because I'm looking for the lyrics, not instrumentals. Here's the audio (it's long).
- lyrics starts at 22:40 and again at 23:52
- instrumentals are "Kissy Sell Out, Herve - Rikkalicious"
I think the artist is Beenie Man, because there are some El Barto and Liam B sites that list "Kissy Sell Out, Herve / Beenie Man" as a track. I cannot for the life of me find the track though. It seems like the chorus is a cover of "Shirley & Company - Shame, Shame, Shame". Here are the lyrics I could decipher so far:
wake up in di morning like a (darling?) with the (role?) still inna mi eyes
last night n**** party so me no hearty when they stay still inna mi line
lubba lubba parachute out and him scoot out and him come down from the sky
all night trying to weed out, who ah me sweep out, (?)
now people if you love this take a broom now and sweep to the left side
now masses if you want this take your (last?) now and weed out the right side
()and the online()
()make your skull buss, too much () man, drive by
()but you love dancehall vibe
not to mention sadiqi, with a new march, weh yah get dancehall wine
dancehall queen stacey, she no easy, when she ah move her backside
dancehall queen junko from the far east, she ah do (alekata?) glide
- lyrics start at 37:15
- instrumentals are MSTRKRFT - Easy Love
I think this artist is Rihanna, or someone else who might speak Patois because at one point they say "man dem". I've listened to all of her songs pre-2011 from her albums and nothing matches up, so it may be someone else. Here are the lyrics. It seems really sped up, so they may not be 100% accurate:
man asking you where you going tonight, just tell him it's a girl thing I don't think this mix exists online anymore, so enjoy! It's pretty good - especially on long road trips. Thanks for anyone who can crack this!
and if mom asking you why you out by this time, just tell her it's a girl thing
you wear a nice pair of shoes when you know they're too tight, just know that it's a girl thing
and if you're going on a date and you're never on time, don't worry it's a girl thing
the way we rock our throw, and how we rock our shoes ()?
everytime we walk by you kow the boys like ("tum?)(?)
(?)yea I know that you don't know cause it's a girl thing
If there's a party, hell yea we'll make it, if there's a ride you know we'll take it
when the DJ's playing that bump to the beat, when we see that man dem moving their feet
if the party aint ... and you feel no heat, don't hesitate we'll get to club 19
The way we twist and turn and shake our hips, yea I know that you don't know cause it's a girl thing
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2020.10.13 17:12 IdolA13Octl What you are looking for is..... (Link in the Desc.)4
2020.10.13 17:10 IdolA13Octl What you are looking for is..... (Link in the Desc.)3
2020.10.09 13:08 House_of_Suns /r/QOTSA Official Band of the Week 23: KING BUFFALO
So when you think of cities with high culture
and vibrant music scenes on the east coast, what springs to mind? Obviously New York. Thanks to Drake, we all know about the growing music scene in Toronto. You prahbahbly musta tawt a Bawstan tew.
Maybe Montreal or Philadelphia or even Baltimore crossed your mind.
Time to check your cultural bias, pal. You passed over a quiet little city on the south shore of Lake Ontario, nestled in the Genesee River valley. It has a history as a hotbed of Abolitionism and Women’s Rights. It is the home of Eastman Kodak, Xerox, Bausch & Lomb, Western Union, Ragu and other innovative companies. It has a lively music scene, great nightclubs, world-renowned universities, thriving museums, arts & culture festivals, and (back when we could actually attend it) live theatre. It is a true cultural gem that many folks overlook.
Yep. You bet your ass
I am talking about Rochester, New York.
Since we know that Stoner Rock can come from anywhere, it should be no surprise that Rochester has produced one of the leading bands in this genre. This week we are going to check out a band you are going to want to listen to. If you know them, you love them. If you haven’t heard of them, you are going to thank me.
This week’s band is KING BUFFALO. About Them
Hold on a sec. King Buffalo? Not King Rochester?
To be fair, King Rochester
sounds like the villain in a Disney movie. Kinda hard to imagine that on a T-Shirt. King New York sounds like a particularly obnoxious Yankees fan
(and yeah, finding a Yankees fan that isn’t obnoxious is a tough go). King Albany sounds like a car made by Kia.
But King Buffalo?
That just works.
Our heros didn’t start out together. King Buffalo were made up of members of two other Rochester area bands.
Randall Coon and Scott Donaldson were playing together in Velvet Elvis. That five piece band played heavy rock with space-based themes in the early 2010’s. Sean McVay and Dan Reynolds were in another band called Abandoned Buildings Club (side note: kinda neat that their initials were ABC), who had a pure psychedelic rock vibe. When both VE and ABC appeared to be having limited success, the four musicians decided to merge their talents into one band. Coon had handled vocals and guitar in Velvet Elvis
and Donaldson had been rock solid on drums.
McVay had done vocals and guitar in Abandoned Buildings Club
and Reynolds had anchored the sound with his bass. All the pieces were there for a classic Beatles-esque lineup.
So out of the wreckage of ABC and VE, KB arose. The four members gelled so well that they were able to record their first demo - aptly titled Demo
- in just two days. Their sound was immediately compared to tourmates and close friends All Them Witches. But where ATW were bluesy and sludgy, King Buffalo had produced songs full of space.
Oh, there were heavy riffs for sure - but there were passages of music that were contrastingly lighter and further apart. The best example of these contrasts can be found in the more than 11 minutes of Providence Eye
. The first six and a half minutes come at you at a lulling pace, enveloping you in the moment. You get swept up in the rolling riffs. But then the drop happens and you suddenly realize the song has been building to this peak. The tempo picks up and you ride a relentless rollercoaster
until you hit the Black Sabbath-inspired outro, which takes you home. It is an emotional experience. The two other tracks - In Dim Light
and Pocket Full of Knife
are smaller essays on the same theme.
It was clear right from Demo
that King Buffalo had some serious talent. But if you have listened to the band you will notice that one thing is starkly different on Demo
than from any of their other releases: the vocals. Randall Coon was the lead vocalist on these recordings. If you play them up against anything since by the band they stand out. Our very own QotSA may have successfully had multiple vocalists on multiple tunes, but King Buffalo was destined to have Sean McVay take over the mic. Shortly after 2013’s Demo
, Coon left the band to do a solo project called Skunk Hawk.
King Buffalo stood at a crossroads: did they look to replace Coon, or should they carry on as a Power Trio? The choice for them was obvious. McVay, Reynolds and Donaldson knew that they had fantastic potential together. They decided they didn't need anyone else.
Side note: Regular readers of these write ups know that All Them Witches just went through this exact crisis in 2019. What I didn’t share then is that ATW are close friends with KB. I would not be surprised to learn that ATW had some serious conversations about their lineup with the boys from KB before they, too, decided last year to pare down to just three members.
To re-christen their new lineup, in 2015 King Buffalo went in on a split EP with Swedish band Lé Betre (I mean, hooking up with a Swedish partner
is a dream of mine, so I see the appeal.) They re-recorded their standout tune Providence Eye
with McVay on vocals, as well as two new tracks - Like a Cadillac
and New Time
. New Time
opens their side of the EP with an infectious, descending riff that hooks you immediately. It is clear from the lyrics - No wasting around, it’s a new time
- that they had moved on from Coon. Like a Cadillac
follows up and is a three and a half minute jam that leaves you wanting more. The re-recorded version of Providence Eye
closes out their side of the split EP and leaves no doubt that they are in charge. It is a tighter, heavier
version, and the amazing outro is so low down that it will make you want to rob your own house.
With their lineup now set, it was time to put together enough music to tour on. In 2016, King Buffalo released Orion
. Here you can witness the melding of their influences into something majestic and fantastic, and it is here that they really develop their signature style.
To explain this style, you need to understand basic song structure.
Most pop songs tend to go verse - chorus - verse - chorus - bridge - chorus - chorus.
Sure, you could add in a solo for the bridge, or a detailed intro or outro, or another verse - but this is a tried and true formula. Some variation of this dominates the pop charts to this day.
Not with King Buffalo songs. These guys are the masters of the drop, and you hear it in most of their tunes. QotSA fans are no strangers to that long build and release; it is an integral part of tunes like The Evil Has Landed, God is in the Radio, Song For The Dead,
and I Appear Missing.
One of the sickest drops ever recorded happens in the middle of the Them Crooked Vultures tune No One Loves Me & Neither Do I.
It is where the music turns around, and a new riff takes over, often along with a pace change. It is then that you realize that the song has built to this climactic moment, and you are engulfed by the music.
King Buffalo does this better than anyone else, and you hear it clearly articulated, again and again, on the album Orion
Take the song Kerosene
A rolling bass riff from Reynolds establishes the song right out of the gate. Donaldson produces punchy drum beats with cymbal crashes at the end of each phrase. McVay’s slide guitar rounds out the intro. McVay’s vocals - very Ozzy like, if Ozzy had any semblance of self-control
- frame the first verse, which ends in a fuzzy, heavy riff with crashing cymbals. This same pattern is repeated a second time and the drop is teased at just past three minutes in, but does not happen quite yet. The listener’s anticipation builds as the airy, soaring solo from McVay calls out in contrast to the rolling bass. After the guitar solo bridge, the band goes right back into the chorus. But then it happens: THE DROP.
Just past 5 minutes in, the song takes a complete and abrupt turn for a totally different riff that is at the same time heavier and brand new, and yet has been there all the while.
What King Buffalo does brilliantly is subvert your musical expectations.
The standard structure is V-C-V-C-B-C-C. Kerosene
is V-C-V-C-B-C-DROP-OUTRO. Just when you subliminally expect something the same, you get something different.
The entire album is like that. Orion
hardly sounds like a debut. It is a mature and deliberate soundscape built by talented musicians who are making significant choices about their art. Songs like Drinking From The River Rising
open with an expansive and elastic topography, but drill down to the molten lava
of heavy riffs and distorted fuzz. Sleeps On A Vine
begins with one of the most zen riffs you’ve ever heard and ends in a tumultuous and heavy sonic assault that is pure controlled chaos.
Every song on the album is a study in contrasts that leaves you with auditory whiplash and a burning desire for more.
They are that good.
King Buffalo were able to tour on their new material, and did so extensively. They played clubs and larger venues, often with friends and fellow Stoner Rockers All Them Witches and other bands like The Sword and Elder. In 2017, the released the EP Repeater
as a follow up. It is just three songs (The vinyl ad reads, All songs on one side! No need to flip!) but it is a heck of a musical journey. The title track off the EP is 13+ minutes long and is one huge build. When the fuzz finally drops after almost 8 minutes, it is a true cathartic moment. It sneaks up on you, and is so welcome when it hits - especially after McVay’s repetition that “Every Day is the Same* - that you intrinsically understand how great it is when things finally change for the better. Too Little Too Late
is an instrumental tune that is both enveloping and expansive. It is a terrific bridge to the final track, Centurion
, which is an unbelievable groove. Centurion
has three minutes of set up leading to an unreal fuzzy drop that is so dirty it will get you evicted from your apartment.
The influence of their touring with All Them Witches can also be seen on their next full length release, 2018’s Longing To Be The Mountain
. Ben McLeod from ATW produced the album. ATW, The Sword and Elder are all thanked in the liner notes. The album picks up right where Repeater
leaves off, with KB experimenting with long form songs like Morning Song
and the title track, and shorter jams like Sun Shivers
, and Quickening
. Reynolds and McVay pepper the songs with synthesizer sounds that add colour and texture to the overall compositions. Donaldson drums with impeccable precision to provide each song with a safe mooring to return to, driving the guitars forward at the same time as he holds the rhythm in check. This is most clearly evident in Eye Of The Storm
. The result is a rich tapestry of expansive and flowing music full of heavy jams
that will leave the listener wanting more. Their signature build-to-sonic-explosion style does not let fans down.
The success of Longing To Be The Mountain
allowed for extensive touring across North America and Europe. It also led to appearances at bigger gigs, like at Rockpalast and the Stoned & Dusted desert rock event in 2019. Anyone that has seen any of their live work knows that King Buffalo are simply hypnotizing
on stage. Reynolds’ bass work is reminiscent of Geddy Lee with his complex and flowing style. Donaldson brings controlled power to the drum kit, and is ready to cut loose when the drop comes. And McVay has become a true front man, comfortable with the lead voice on guitar and the microphone.
Their most recent release, Dead Star
, dropped in 2020 and generated all kinds of buzz in the Stoner Rock scene. Of course, the tour planned to support it got axed when the entire world went into lockdown.
But the (short album? EP? New material?) is simply fantastic. Red Star Pt. 1 & 2
continues their long form examination and has everything you’d expect from them. Echo of A Waning Star
is a lament of just over 3 minutes that is near-perfect. Ecliptic
sounds like the soundtrack to a John Carpenter movie and is a complete jam with serious cool 1980’s vibes. Dead Star
, the title track, is almost Radiohead-esque in its evocative and regretful take on death and decay.
But the standout track has to be Eta Carinae
, which has one of the greatest musical drops and turn-arounds you will ever hear. The entire song pivots
just past four minutes in and becomes a 70’s anthem worthy of Led Zeppelin or Black Sabbath. If you listen to no other tune here today, you have to check it out. It will absolutely get stuck in your head.
Even though they could not tour, King Buffalo have not been idle during the Quarantine. Their Quarantine Series on Youtube shared excerpts from their catalogue with fans, all played live. They have been back in the studio, and have promised MULTIPLE
full length albums of new material coming our way, starting in 2021. They even have (optimistically) set tour dates for next year.
Some of us learned to bake during quarantine. Some of us got baked.
I, for one, am super stoked that KB kept on writing and recording. I cannot wait for Rochester’s finest sons to release new material. I want everyone to hear this band because they really are something special. Links to QOTSA
We know that QotSA front man Josh Homme and Kyuss invented Stoner Rock in the 1990’s. They were the genre-defining band. King Buffalo (and other bands like All Them Witches) have picked up this proverbial torch and are now bringing the sound to the next generation of fans. King Buffalo drummer Scott Donaldson is known to be a huge QotSA fan. Perhaps he saw them live when they played in Rochester
in 2014 in support of ...Like Clockwork.
It is also sometimes easy to forget that Josh was not the only architect of the low desert sound. Original Kyuss Drummer and co-founder Brant Bjork wrote many Kyuss tunes and continues to be a leader in the music scene today. King Buffalo have played with Bjork at festivals three times: Freak Valley Festival, Black Deer Festival and the aforementioned Stoned & Dusted. There is also a planned collaborative project between Bjork and King Buffalo that may be coming our way soon.
The future is bright,
my friends. Their Music Providence Eye In Dim Light Pocket Full of Knife King Buffalo songs from the Split EP with Lé Betre Kerosene
-- live in 2016 Drinking From The River Rising Orion - entire album on Genesee Live RepeateCenturion
-- Recorded Live in the Quarantine Sessions put out by the band Live at Rockpalast in 2019
- includes songs from LTBTM Longing To Be The Mountain - Quarantine Sessions Quickening
-- everything is cool until the snake head pops out. Red Star Pt. 2
-- the official video Ecliptic Eta Carinae Dead Star - Full Album Show Them Some Love /KingBuffalo
- C’mon, everyone -- there are just 96 subscribers. Those are rookie numbers.
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2020.10.07 15:22 SheCalledMePaul What's Happening in CT this week! 10/7 - 10/11
Thursday October 8th:
- 33rd Annual Connecticut LGBTQ Film Festival, October 2 - 10 With more than 100 feature-length films, documentaries, and short films, the 33rd Connecticut LGBTQ Film Festival is bigger than ever. Mostly virtual this year, so there is greater flexibility in terms of viewing and many more films/shorts programs to choose from. Out Film CT is also offering three drive-in experiences at the Parkade Cinemas in Manchester. Ticket Prices: Individual tickets: $8 (for features, documentaries, or shorts programs) Drive-in Tickets: $20 per car, 5-Show Pass: $30 (a $40 value, for features, documentaries, or shorts programs), “All Shorts” Pass: $40 (a $96 value, includes viewing all 12 shorts programs), Festi-Pass: $100 (a $276 value, includes all features, documentaries and shorts programs), Another innovation for 2020 is that tickets will be good for each virtual program at the stated start time or up to 3 days later. Ticket-buyers will be provided the option to purchase any of the above tickets or passes at a “Household” rate (50% over the posted individual ticket or pass price) as a means of showing support for the festival and its mission to provide high-quality LGBTQ entertainment. Manchester Parkade Drive-in (Parkade Cinemas - located behind the Manchester Parkade Shopping Center - 416 Middle Turnpike W, Manchester, CT 06040).
- SoNo Arts Festival, October 8 - 18 This year, amid the current COVID pandemic, most (if not all) art festivals and outdoor events have been cancelled to adhere to safe space mandates. With safety at the forefront, the SoNo Arts Festival is excited to introduce the first-ever "Gallery Walk" event. This free, safe space/social distancing event will take place in available retail properties along Washington Street. Over 50 juried artists will house, display, and sell their works inside these unique retail and restaurant spaces. Art enthusiasts can stroll Washington Street's eight-plus gallery location while dining, shopping, and enjoying live music performed by local talent. The festival runs October 8-11, 15-18. Washington Street, South Norwalk, CT 06854, TIMES: Thu.-Fri. 4 p.m.-9 p.m., Sat. 11 a.m.-9 p.m., Sun. 11 a.m.-5 p.m. FREE
- Scarecrow FestiFall, October 8 - 29 On any beautiful fall day, visitors and residents are invited to stroll a lamp-post presentation of scarecrows and enjoy some alfresco dining and shopping. This year includes a Mini-Scarecrow Scavenger Hunt for children at participating retailers along Main Street. Just pick up a scavenger map at participanting venues. Downtown Essex, CT 06426, FREE
Friday October 9th:
- 58th World Series, October 9 - 11 The action kicks off Friday, October 9 with rotating practice beginning 11 a.m. All World Series divisions except the NASCAR Whelen Modified Tour are allowed to participate. A five-division Friday night card goes green at 5 p.m. that includes the Thompson Mini Stocks, an 8-cylinder Street Stock Open, the Senior Tour Auto Racers Modifeds and Late Models, and an Open Vintage Modified feature. Saturday, October 10 will be the busiest day of racing at the World Series. The NASCAR Whelen Modified Tour has practice and qualifying for their annual World Series 150. Twelve other divisions have heat races that afternoon beginning at approximately 2:00pm. Following NASCAR Modified time trials are main events for the Tour-type Modified Open, ACT-type Late Model Open, 350 Supermodifieds, EXIT Realty Pro Truck Series, North East Mini Stock Tour, NEMA Midgets, and Pro 4 Modifieds. The festival wraps up Sunday, October 11. The first green flag flies at 12:30 p.m. when the Sunoco Modified feature rolls onto the track. Main events for the Pro All Stars Series Super Late Models, Limited Sportsmen, NEMA Lites, and SK Light Modifieds are also on Sunday. The World Series concludes with the NASCAR Whelen Modified Tour 150-lap event. Thompson Speedway will run at 25% grandstand capacity for this event per guidelines from the state of Connecticut and local public health officials. Face coverings are required when social distancing is not possible, including while walking through the entry, and in the midway and pit area. Face coverings are not required when you are in your own pit stall or seated, socially distanced in the grandstands. More information will be available closer to the event. Thompson Speedway Motorsports Park, 205 East Thompson Rd. Thompson, CT 06277, ADMISSION: Three-day passes: adults $55, children (12 and under) $15.
- Fall Family Campout, October 9 - 10 Kick off your Columbus Day weekend with a night under the stars. Choose your campsite on the meadow, by the Pollinator Garden, or on the farm's duck lawn. Distanced picnic tables are available for bring-your-own dinner. There will be a variety of outdoor activities for small groups. Each family will recieve a packet with a scavenger hunt and materials for a do-it-yourself family terrarium to make for your evening craft. In the morning, take an early stroll on the farm as the animals get up for the morning and enjoy a breakfast of pancakes, sausage, fruit and more. Limited to 18 families. Stamford Museum & Nature Center, 39 Scofieldtown Rd. Stamford, CT 06903, Fri. 6 p.m. until Sat. 9 a.m. ADMISSION: $110 for one adult and one child, additional people $25 each, 3 and under free.
- Not-So-Scary Halloween Drive Through, October 9 - 24 An experience designed for young children, but fun for all ages. The trails are decorated for Halloween. Ray of Light Farm, 232 Town St. East Haddam, CT 06423, Fri. & Sat. only, 6:30 p.m.-8 p.m.
- The Haunted Isle, October 9 - 30 Not Your Average Walk in the Woods. Legend has it that somewhere in the woods at the end of the trolley tracks lurk the things that nightmares are made of. This fall a lonely trolley will carry passengers down the tracks to the gate. The choice is yours… enter if you dare! Do you have what it takes to face your fears? The Haunted Isle is rated S “spooky.” We do not recommend this attraction for any children under 10 years of age, anyone that is pregnant, has a heart condition, asthma or if you are prone to seizures. Please use your best judgment when deciding if this event is for you. We want you to enjoy it. 2020 schedule: Oct. 9-10, 16-17, 23-24, 30. If you have any disabilities that will prevent you from walking through the trail unassisted, please see our security staff and we can provide a guide to help you through. The attraction consists of flashing strobe lights, loud noises, fog machines, small places, dark places, actors that jump out at you, props that spring out at you and many other scary things. The trail is located in the woods and is lit but still very dark with uneven ground. Do not enter the attraction if you cannot easily make it through this type of terrain. We will not refund your money if you have to leave. Covid-19 Protocols - Haunted Isle Rules Practice physical distancing and keep at least 6 feet between your party and others, All guests are required to wear a face covering during their visit, Hand sanitizer stations will be available throughout the venue. Characters will wear coverings, maintain social distancing and may be separated by physical barriers, Please follow directions from both our cast members and have patience as we work through these new operational procedures, No smoking, vaping, eating, drug use or alcohol is allowed, No backpacks, large purses, high heel shoes, open toe shoes or strollers. The attraction is a 30-minute walk through the woods and is dark. No weapons of any kind. Security personnel is onsite to check in guests, No running, Do not swear at the actors, we have minors as actors. Be respectful, No videos or photos are allowed, Keep cell phones and personal belongings securely tucked away. Shore Line Trolley Museum, 17 River St. East Haven, CT 06512, TIMES: Fri. & Sat. only, 6:30 p.m.-10 p.m. ADMISSION: $20, on-line only.
- Joe Machi at Lenny's By The Bay, October 9 Phase out of quarantine and enjoy a safe, socially distant, outdoor comedy show. The show will take place on the spacious tented area. All public areas will be cleaned, wiped, and sanitized regularly as per state mandate. Come early to grab your seats and enjoy some beers before the show. Each tickets includes the show, seating, and first beer or wine, Full dinner menu available, Join us for an unforgettable evening of laughing and drinking, featuring some of the funniest and most talented comics from all over the northeast. The Comedy Craft Beer Tour brings the best of northeast comedy to local breweries, wineries, and any other venue that serves alcohol throughout New England and beyond for an evening that keeps the drinks flowing, and the laughs coming. The comics have done comedy all over the globe and now bring their experiences to some of the best local venues around for an intimate evening of laughs, drinks, food, and fun. We provide the absolute funniest comedy around, featuring comics with television and movie credits, who perform at the major clubs and festivals throughout the country, and are some of the brightest stars of today and tomorrow. ll you need to do is get your tickets and join us for a show. Show features Joe Machi, Ryan Reiss, and Ryan Brauth. Lenny's By The Bay, 377 Mago Point Way, Waterford, CT 06385, 7pm-9pm, $25.
Saturday October 10th
- Outdoor Fall Vendor Fair, October 10 - 11 James Selig Antiques is hosting an outdoor fall vendor fair to support Project Santa. Local vendors including artists, bakers, woodworkers, and crafters will be there to sell their unique items including garden decor, whimsical stained glass art, vintage jewelry, specialty baked goods, holiday items, Maplecraft syrups, reclaimed critters and much more. Valuation experts will be on hand to buy broken jewelry, old coins and other scrap gold. Clean out your jewelry box and get some money to start your holiday shopping. Premium prices paid and 20% of the value will be donated to Project Santa. We will be practicing social distancing and require masks. Tents will shelter fairgoers from sun or rain on the lawn in front of James Selig Estate Jewelry and Antiques. The fair will support Project Santa, a community-wide program to help families in need have a nice holiday. Donations of cash and gift cards also gratefully accepted. James Selig Estate Jewelry & Antiques, 161 Borad St. Windsor, CT 06095, 10am-3pm, FREE
- Fall into Fun, October 10 - 12 What are your plans for the long weekend? Enjoy a 25-minute waterfront cruise on our U.S. Navy launch Liberty decked out in her fall finest (first come-first served), explore the village and ship’s decks, and visit the galleries, including the Museum’s newest exhibition, Sailor Made: Folk Art of the Sea. Grab a cup of chowder at Schaefer’s Spouter Tavern and take in stunning autumnal views along the Mystic River. Be sure to check out special family-friendly activities taking place all three days. Mystic Seaport Museum, 75 Greenmanville Ave. Mystic, CT 06355, 10am-4pm, ADMISSION: Adults $25, seniors $22.95, youth (13-17) $19.95, children (4-12) $16.95, children (3 and younger ) free.
- Lebanon Farmers Market, October 10 Lebanon: Preserving Our History and Our Agriculture, Stop by the market at the Lebanon Town Hall, located on part of the historic Lebanon Green, items sold at the market include vegetables, fruits, cheeses, meats, honey products, maple syrup, flora and fauna, baked goods, prepared foods, sweets, soaps, artistry and more; then take a stroll around the place known as "The Heartbeat of the Revolution." The main part of the Green is located across the street from Town Hall and features a 1.5 mile walking trail around the site. Along the way, visitors can see the Revolutionary War Office where Gov. Johnathan Trumbull convened the Council of Safety to defend Connecticut and supply provisions to the Continental Army. Over the course of America's fight for independence, the War Office welcomed prominent Revolutionary War figures, including George Washington and the Marquis de Lafayette. The area around the Green also includes the homes of Connecticut's first governor, Johnathan Trumbull and his son Johnathan Trumbull Jr., America's second Speaker of the House. We are also just a short drive to several of the town's historic cemeteries which include the burial sites of Gov. Trumbull and Declaration of Independence signatory William Williams. Our farmers' market is a great place where Connecticut residents or visitors can experience what rural eastern Connecticut offers today and glimpse where history was made for both our state and our country. Lebanon Town Hall, 579 Exeter Rd. Lebanon, CT 06249, Sat. only, 9 a.m.-noon. FREE
- Chris Thile, October 10 With four Grammy Awards and 22 nominations, internationally renowned mandolin virtuoso, composer and vocalist Chris Thile has been wowing audiences for nearly 20 years. As a MacArthur Fellow, a member of Goat Rodeo, Punch Brothers, Nickel Creek, and the host of the radio program, Live from Here, Thile’s broad outlook encompasses classical, rock, jazz, and bluegrass. His music transcends the borders of conventionally circumscribed genres, and created a distinctly American canon and a new musical aesthetic for performers and audiences alike. A child prodigy, Thile first rose to fame as a member of Grammy Award-winning trio Nickel Creek, with whom he released four albums and sold over two million records. In 2014, along with a national tour, the trio released a new album, A Dotted Line, their first since 2005. Outdoor show. Ridgefield Playhouse, 80 East Ridge Rd. Ridgefield, CT 06877, 7:30pm, $45
- "Snow White" Live, October 10 - 11 This is Snow White as you’ve never seen it before. The classic tale that features a beautiful princess, her evil queen, a huntsman, one magic mirror, and the legendary seven dwarfs; all brought to life by two actors. This live performance features Eric Bermudez and Andie Lerner. Directed by Tom Simonetti of Valley Shakespeare Festival and brought to you by Massaro Community Farm. Event will be entirely outside. Chairs/blankets encouraged. Outside restrooms available. Social distancing protocols will be enforced. Please wear a mask when entering/exiting the farm and be respectful of other attendees. Get your tickets through Eventbrite.com. Please also reserve a spot on the lawn through SignUp Genius (link in ticket confirmation email). Massaro Community Farm, 41 Ford Rd. Woodbridge, CT 06525, TIMES: Sat. 3 p.m., Sun. 11 a.m. & 3 p.m. Adults $15, children $10.
- Harvest Mask-erade, October 10 Join us at the home of Dr. Peter and Sharon Zilahy for a fall Harvest Mask-erade. Wear your favorite fall sweater and best mask to be entered into the Best Mask Contest. Pre-boxed dinners will be provided by the CT Chowder Co. and drinks will be provided by Litchfield Distillery. All guests will have their temperature taken at the door and will be required to wear masks and social distance during the event. Also, make sure to check out our website for a fun, virtual Silent Auction with great items. Tickets are limited to 40 on-site guests but you may also purchase a meal to-go and bring it home. Mattatuck Museum, 63 Prospect St. Waterbury, CT 06702, 3pm-6pm, $90
- Drive-In Screening: "Kennedy: Bobby's Last Crusade" OCtober 10 This is a film of the play Kennedy: Bobby's Last Crusade. This play was originally scheduled to be produced by Playhouse Theatre Group, Inc. live at Playhouse on Park. As a result of guidelines put forth by both Governor Ned Lamont and Actors Equity Association the play could not be produced in front of a live audience nor could it be filmed in Connecticut. This solo play portrays Kennedy during his short, electrifying campaign for President of the United States. Told from Kennedy’s perspective, the play follows Bobby from his announcement to enter the race on March 16, 1968, to his last speech on June 4 at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. You will see Kennedy’s most famous and impactful speeches, his private apprehensions, and well as the more personal events during those four exhilarating months of his ill-fated campaign. Masks must be worn when not in your car. Space is limited to 42 cars. You may bring chairs and sit outside of your car but only to the left of your car. Concession treats (popcorn, water, candy, soda and water) are available to order through your phone once you are in the lot (scan the QR code provided to you at the parking lot entrance). All concessions will be delivered to your car by our staff. Edmond Town Hall, 45 Main St. Newtown, CT 06470, 7:30pm, $20 per car
- Kalie Shorr, October 10 Shorr burst onto the Nashville music scene in 2016 with her self-penned hit “Fight Like A Girl” and shortly after, the Portland, Maine singer-songwriter became a Sirius XM “Highway Find” and was spotlighted by Apple Music, Spotify, CMT, Radio Disney Country, Pandora, Taste of Country, The Boot and even Billboard magazine. She was named a “CMT Next Women of Country”, “The New Nashville” by Teen Vogue and a “Top 10 Country Artists To Watch In 2018” by the Huffington Post. She made her Grand Ole Opry debut in 2018 and has gone on to play that heralded stage 15 times so far. From her work with the all-female, singer-songwriter collective Song Suffragettes, Shorr has been featured on PBS NewsHour, NPR’s “Morning Edition” and “On Point” as well as in ELLE Magazine. Her new album Open Book has already been praised by The New York Times, NPR Music and many more with Taste of Country describing Shorr’s raw and honest approach to songwriting as “courage they don’t manufacture on Music Row.” Palace Theatre, 61 Atlantic St.Stamford, CT 06901, 8pm, $10
Sunday October 11th:
- Rachel Feinstein at Lyman Orchards, October 11 Phase out of quarantine and enjoy a safe, socially distant, outdoor comedy show. The show will take place on the spacious patio and lawn area. Held rain or shine. Accommodations will be made if weather issues are there. All public areas will be cleaned, wiped, and sanitized regularly as per state mandate. Come early get your seats and enjoy some food and beverages before the show. First glass of beer or wine is included with the ticket. Tables will be socially distanced and table service will be provided. All tables seat 4-6 people. You can buy tickets separate and meet up with friends. Email [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]) to reserve tables. NO outside food or beverages are permitted to be brought onsite. Full table service available during the show. Event is 21+ For more information on safety regulations visit https://lymanorchards.com/ Join us for an unforgettable evening of laughing and drinking, featuring some of the funniest and most talented comics from all over the northeast. The Comedy Craft Beer Tour brings the best of northeast comedy to local breweries, wineries, and any other venue that serves alcohol throughout New England and beyond for an evening that keeps the drinks flowing, and the laughs coming. The comics have done comedy all over the globe and now bring their experiences to some of the best local venues around for an intimate evening of laughs, drinks, food, and fun. We provide the absolute funniest comedy around, featuring comics with television and movie credits, who perform at the major clubs and festivals throughout the country, and are some of the brightest stars of today and tomorrow. All you need to do is get your tickets and join us for a show. Show features Rachel Feinstein and Ryan Brauth. Lyman Orchards, 70 Lyman Rd. Middlefield, CT 06455, TIMES: 7 p.m.-9 p.m., ADMISSION: $30.
- Colin Quinn & Gary Gulman, October 11 This event will be socially-distanced with seating under a tent. Chairs are provided for all ticket holders and will be pre-assigned based on the date of ticket purchase. Members will receive priority seating. Colin Quinn is a stand-up comedian, actor, and author from Brooklyn (okay, Park Slope). From MTV’s “Remote Control” to “SNL” to Comedy Central’s “Tough Crowd with Colin Quinn,” Mr. Quinn is not one to take a hint and bow out gracefully. Over the course of his more than 3-decade career, he has become one of the most beloved voices in comedy, with a focus often on the roller coaster ride that American politics and culture has historically been. His beloved commentary on news headlines dates back to his popular 1990s run hosting “Weekend Update” on NBC’s iconic Saturday Night Live and as host of Comedy Central’s classic fan favorite series Tough Crowd with Colin Quinn. This year, Colin’s new book Overstated, comes off the heels of his most recent one-man show, Red State Blue State, which premiered in January 2019 to rave reviews at The Minetta Lane Theatre in New York City. The New Yorker lauded the hour as “among Quinn’s funniest so far” and The New York Times lovingly described Quinn as a “barstool philosopher.” The show aired on CNN as the network’s first comedy special in May 2019 and is currently streaming on Netflix. Red State Blue State followed the wildly successful off-Broadway run of Colin Quinn: The New York Story, directed by Jerry Seinfeld, and Colin Quinn: Long Story Short, which garnered a Drama Desk Award nomination. After a sold out performance this past January at The Playhouse, Gary Gulman is back! With 25 years in comedy, Gulman has established himself as an eminent performer and peerless writer. His most recent standup special for HBO, The Great Depresh, is a universally acclaimed, tour de force look at mental illness, equal parts hilarious and inspiring. A product of Boston, Gulman has been a scholarship college football player, an accountant, and a high school teacher. He has made countless television appearances as both a comedian and an actor. He is currently writing a memoir for Flatiron Books, tentatively titled K Through 12. Ridgefield Playhouse, 80 East Ridge Rd. Ridgefield, CT 06877, 4 p.m. & 7:30 p.m. ADMISSION: $52.
Monday October 12th:
- Film: "Psycho" - 60th Anniversary, October 12 One of the most shocking films of all time, Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho changed the thriller genre forever. Join the Master of Suspense on a chilling journey as an unsuspecting victim (Janet Leigh) visits the Bates Motel and falls prey to one of cinema’s most notorious psychopaths – Norman Bates (Anthony Perkins). Named #1 on the AFI’s 100 Years…100 Thrills list, this notorious film has become a cultural phenomenon. Featuring one of the most iconic scenes in film history – the famous “shower scene,” Psycho is “still terrifying after all these years” (Leonard Maltin’s Classic Movie Guide). Be prepared to see one of the scariest movies of all time at a special event that includes exclusive insights from Turner Classic Movies. The Ridgefield Playhouse is following Connecticut Safety Guidelines in order to continually serve and protect our patrons and community. Ridgefield Playhouse, 80 East Ridge Rd. Ridgefield, CT 06877 TIMES: 7 p.m.-9 p.m. ADMISSION: $12.50.
- Virtual: Monday Night Jazz Concert, October 12 Featuring Warrren Byrd and Saskia Laroo. World-renowned trumpeter Saskia Laroo and international pianist/vocalist Warren Byrd together perform original material as well as jazz standards, from their album Two of a Kind. 7pm-8:30pm
FIND MORE THINGS TO DO HERE, STAY SAFE, SOCIAL DISTANCE, WEAR MASKS, AND HAVE A NICE WEEKEND! https://www.ctvisit.com/events
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2020.10.06 22:49 PowerWindows85 Bored? Looking for something to do? Start with this list of things to do in the Sacramento area.
(Credit for the below list has to be given to u/BurritoFueled, who created the original list in 2014 and updated it a year later. Almost two-thirds of the items below are still from that original list. All I’ve done with the list is revive it a little bit by updating dead links and making little tweaks when necessary. Also, thanks to those that submitted new additions to the list last week. Over a third of the below items are new and a lot of the original items have had newer information added onto them.)
People are always looking for something to do around here. Maybe you’re a transplant, unaware of what this area has to offer, or maybe you’re a lifelong resident, tired of the same old thing. Well friend, if you fall into the latter category, do not despair. There’s actually plenty of things to do in the Sacramento area – things of interest to almost any lifestyle, personality, or budget.
So, whether you’re an athlete, geek, eccentric, hipster, weirdo, sexual deviant or just a normal person looking for a new activity, below is a list of activities for you to try. Please note that it includes only activities that take place at least a few times a year – no one-off events or festivals here.
Enjoy this list. If you have any suggestions of your own to add, comment below in this thread. I'll try to keep this as up to date as possible.
Away we go. UPDATED 10-6-20 (Note: Due to the current pandemic, some of these activities may be curtailed or not offered at all.)
- Cast you some spells and slang them multi-sided dice at Great Escape Games and/or A1 Comics in Sacramento.
- Paintball it up at Capital Edge or Davis Paintball,
- Take a walk among the tree tops at Tree Top Sac.
- Visit the California State Capitol Museum. Or just the Capitol building. They are one and the same. The tour is free!
- Rekindle your dreams of being a pilot or astronaut at the Aerospace Museum of California.
- Take a ride through automotive history at the California Automobile Museum.
- Like to Knit? Enjoy a good chat? Join a Knit and Chat at Knitique: A yarn boutique in Elk Grove.
- Play disc golf at one of several courses in the area.
- Become the next Tiger Woods (the golf part, not the cheating, getting your windshield smashed by your wife with one of your golf clubs part). Start by hitting up a driving range at Top Golf or Haggin Oaks.
- Can't get enough 2nd Saturday? Try 3rd Saturday in Roseville, 3rd Saturday in Placerville, or 2nd Friday in Davis.
- Get your culture on at the Crocker Art Museum.
- If you prefer culture that keeps you on your toes, check out the Sacramento Ballet. Want to become a ballet dancer? They offer classes as well.
- More into theater? Check out the Broadway shows that come to the Music Circus annually. If your tastes align with smaller productions, check out the B Street Theater calendar.
- Go Geocaching for one of the thousands of great hides in the area.
- Join an intergalactic war for local landmarks and public art in the Google-produced, GPS-Dependent MMORPG, Ingress.
- Tour the live-work spaces of Sacramento artists, and buy some art, during First Friday at Warehouse Artist’s Lofts. They often put on performances during First Friday as well.
- Everyone knows about the Kings, Republic and the River Cats. Check out some of Sacramento's other sports teams: The Sacramento Sirens (women's tackle football), Sacramento Gold (men's soccer), or California Storm (women's soccer).
- Enjoy the fast-paced, bone crushing action of roller derby with Sacramento roller derby.
- Preserve and explore the area's unique history and heritage by joining or supporting groups such as the Sacramento County Historical Society, Preservation Sacramento, and Sacramento Modern.
- Watch people drive really fast at Sacramento Raceway (drags), All American Speedway (short track), and Placerville Speedway (dirt).
- Drive your own car really fast at Sacramento Raceway's Wednesday Night Street Legal Drags.
- Purchase the sweetest sweet corn in all the land at the Davis Ranch in Sloughhouse.
- When you're done in Sloughhouse, head a little further up the Jackson Highway (just past Rancho Murieta), hang a left on Michigan Bar Road, and cross the bridge (it's safe, trust me!) for one of the most historic, beautiful, and adventurous road trips in the entire area. Make sure you bring a hearty vehicle and avoid during winter and spring.
- Play bocce ball at East Portal Park or Sutter’s Landing Park. When Sutter’s Landing skate park is open, you can borrow free bocce balls at the front desk if you give them your ID.
- Get your party on at THIS, a free concert series every second Saturday at 20th and K during the warm months of the year.
- Grind some rails at Sacramento, Elk Grove, Folsom, Rocklin, and Citrus Heights skate parks.
- Catch some air at Elk Grove, Oak Creek, and Elkhorn BMX parks.
- Learn to dominate obstacles with parkour training at Free Flow Academy.
- Dominate the boulders at Putah Creek. If indoor rock climbing suits you better, try Pipeworks, The Boulder Field, or Granite Arch.
- Spend a day at Sacramento’s only “extreme air sport park”, Defy. Or just spend hours jumping in a trampoline park at Rebounderz in Arden-Arcade, Urban Air Trampoline & Adventure Park also in Arden-Arcade, or at Rockin' Jump in Elk Grove or Roseville.
- Become a confident public speaker with the Toastmasters.
- Learn about some of Sacramento’s history at Sutter’s Fort. (Or you can just follow u/sacramentohistorian).
- For a different view of Sacramento history, check out the State Indian Museum. (You can still follow u/sacramentohistorian though).
- Of course there’s the “official” Sacramento History Museum. A visit there can include an underground tour of Old Sacramento if that interests you.
- After taking the underground tour, take a stroll across this sub’s favorite bridge – the Tower Bridge). Make sure to take a picture and post it. This sub can’t get enough bridge pics.
- Beat the summer heat by getting soaked at Raging Waters, getting towed by a cable (wakeboarding) at Wake Island Water Park, or playing on floating inflatable climbing structures at Velocity Island Park. If you prefer to dip your toes in the sand and just lay out in the sun, try Sand Cove Park.
- Show off your moves at the downtown outdoor ice skating rink during the winter months. If you need to show them off year round, you can do so indoors at Skatetown in Roseville.
- Take a short drive to Rancho Seco Lake for picnics, swimming, fishing, and hiking. Watch out for three-headed frogs.
- Attend an event with the cool kids at Sacramento’s DIY artist event space, The Red Museum.
- Take a trip out of the city and go visit one of our many state parks in the region.
- Or stay in the city and visit one of those state parks – the Leland Stanford Mansion – if 19th century Victorian architecture floats your boat.
- Watch some slobberknockers live with Total Wrestling Federation and Supreme Pro Wrestling events. If you'd rather lay the smack down on some jabroni yourself, both promotions offer training.
- Join a fraternal organization like the Elks or Odd Fellows for cheap drinks/meals, camaraderie, and old school cool – all for a good cause.
- Explore the amazing Vernal Pools of Mather Field – an endangered habitat.
- Check out – or offer your services – at the Oak Park Fix-it Café, a community-powered gathering for repairing and maintaining bicycles, clothing, household items, and the ties that bind a healthy community.
- Buy some tricks, attend magic workshops, and become the next David Blaine at Grand Illusions.
- Go watch some horseracing at Cal Expo. It’s harness racing from November through April and then traditional horseracing during the state fair. Want to end up with small fortune at the end of your day at the track? It’s easy. Just start your day there with a large fortune.
- Take in a sultry and sexy burlesque show from these local troupes: Midtown Moxies, Siren Academy, The Darling Clementines.
- Learn about wild edibles in the area with the Sacramento Foragers.
- Live your Hunger Games fantasies at the Discovery Park Archery Range and Wilderness Archery in Rocklin.
- Watch some high school football! The Sacramento region boasts some of the best high school programs in the state. Check out top notch teams like Grant, Elk Grove, Folsom, and Del Oro to see potential NCAA Division 1 and NFL players of the future.
- Watch some college football! Sac State had a huge resurgence in 2019 and UC Davis has always had a solid program. You can also check out the JC teams such as ARC and Sac City.
- Learn about bizarre and fascinating surgical implements of the past at the Sierra Sacramento Valley Medical History Museum. Entry is free.
- Partake in Mike Tyson's favorite hobby with the Fort Sutter Pigeon Racing Club.
- If Live-Action Role Play (LARP) floats your boat, Sacramento Valley Amtgard has the battles, weapons workshops, and skills classes you've been looking for.
- Take a ride on the Sacramento River Train. You can ride the train or power along the tracks yourself with railbikes. They have different train excursions, including beer tasting and wine tasting trips. If you want to book a trip on a weekend, book early.
- Want to learn how to fish? Try Fishing in the City from the California Department of Fish and Wildlife. After you’ve learned, check out the blog from FishingBooker on where and when to go fishing and what to expect. For some recent local recommendations, check here, here, here or here.
- If fishing tours are more your style, catch your lunch on a guided fishing tour of local waterways.
- Take in a play at one of Sacramento's smaller, edgier, more contemporary community theatre companies, like the Big Idea Theatre.
- Take acting classes from acting coach to the Sacramento stars, Ed Claudio. If comedy is more your thing, try taking a class at Sacramento Comedy Spot or STAB! Comedy Theater.
- Of course, if you just want to drink and watch comedy, there are several clubs in the area, offering both local and national touring comedians.
- If movies are your thing, check out the only drive-in theater in the area.
- Enjoy some dirt cheap entertainment with one man band Winko Ljizz at the Acoustic Sanctuary.
- Party down and help kids with the Women's Active 20-30 social club.
- Take a tour or attend an event put on by the Old City Cemetery Committee.
- Do you like beer and visiting breweries, but don’t like driving between them? Midtown Sacramento has got you covered! Make a day of it by visiting these breweries, all within easy walking distance of each other: At Ease, Sacrament, Big Stump, Golden Road, Fieldwork, and Alaro. If you don’t mind walking a few extra blocks, you can add Device and Urban Roots to the list.
- Visit a cidery at Two Rivers Cider in Land Park or a meadery (honey wine) at Strad Meadery in Rancho Cordova.
- I don't know any chess puns to make here, but if you're into chess, you should join the Sacramento Chess Club.
- Join a pickup basketball game at one of Sactown's best streetball courts.
- Join a running club. Sloppy Moose Running Club does a three-mile fun run at New Helvetia Brewing on Thursdays. Fleet Feet Sacramento Run Crew meets every Tuesday at Sac Yard Tap House for a three-mile walk or run.
- Attend Wonk Wednesday, where policy wonks, planners, developers, urban designers and concerned citizens partake in an ongoing conversation about smart growth, urban planning, and climate change.
- Enjoy your favorite horror flicks in a whole new way with Amber's Sweets – one of the nation's premier shadow casting troupes.
- Attend a conversation hosted by California Groundbreakers – you’ll hear interesting people talking about interesting things.
- Do you need a heavy dose of tranquility? Stroll around the UC Davis Arboretum for an afternoon and take in all the flora and fauna. If you really love flowers, you can also visit Horton Iris Garden in Loomis (open April and May only) or Amador Flower Farm in Plymouth.
- Ever wanted to learn to sail, kayak or row? You’re in luck! The Sac State Aquatic Center offers lessons for those activities and more.
- Antiquing never gets old, right? Visit Midway Antique Mall in Citrus Heights (focusing almost solely on midcentury wares), Antique Trove in Roseville, or the Antique Fair that happens every second Sunday on X Street, under the freeway.
- Take butchering classes at Taylor's Market and become the master of meats.
- Learn to prepare fabulous meals at home with cooking classes at Good Eats or Sac Food Coop.
- See 1500-4000 year old petroglyphs, rock art, and grinding holes at the Maidu Museum and Historic Site in Roseville.
- Take the plunge at SkyDance Skydiving in Davis. If you want the skydiving experience without actually jumping out of an airplane, try iFly in Roseville.
- If you'd rather fly the plane than jump out of it, take pilot lessons at Sacramento Executive Airport.
- Produce and broadcast your own TV and radio programs at Access Sacramento.
- Play that weird sport you always watch when nothing else is on during the Winter Olympics with the Wine Country Curling Club at Skatetown in Roseville.
- If playing weird sports on ice isn’t your thing, partake in a weird sport on dirt and grass with the Sacramento Cricket Association.
- For more normal sports, with a big time social emphasis as well, join one of the sports leagues at XOSO and make some new friends.
- Scratch that adrenaline itch by going bungee jumping.
- Join a local car or motorcycle club.
- Take a walk along the Sacramento River Deep Water Ship Channel after parking at the Barge Canal Access near the port.
- Become a kingpin…of the lanes! There are plenty of places in the area to go bowling: Capitol Bowl in West Sacramento, AMF Land Park Lanes in Land Park, Punch Bowl Social Sacramento next to the Golden 1 Arena downtown, Country Club Lanes in Arden-Arcade, Bowlero North Sacramento in North Sac, Steve Cook's Fireside Lanes in Citrus Heights, Strikes Unlimited in Rocklin, or Foothills Bowl in Auburn.
- Be amazed or creeped out by more than seven million living and dead insect specimens at the Bohart Museum of Entomology in Davis.
- Take your 4x4, dirtbike, or ATV off-road at Prairie City SVRA
- If motorcross is your bag, hit the track at Prairie City MX (private track) or Riverfront MX Park in Marysville. Rental bikes and lessons are available at both.
- Programmers, coders, entrepreneurs, makers, inventors, and those who aspire to be one of these: find workspace, resources, meet-ups, and classes at the Hacker Lab..
- Pub crawls are the past, The Brew Bike is the present. Just ask anyone here. This sub loves the Brew Bike!
- If you would rather pedal over water than on land, try The Brew Boat.
- Get into a duel at Sacramento Sword School or the Sacramento Fencing Club.
- Exercise your 2nd amendment rights on the ranges at The Gun Room in Elk Grove or The Gun Range. Rent one of their hand cannons or bring your own.
- Build superior intelligence (or some sort of contraption to feed your cat for you) with the Sacramento Area Robotics Group.
- Play a round of Citizens of Catan and enjoy a tasty brew with the Beer and Board Game group.
- Go see the cool animals at the Sacramento Zoo. Bring the kids and make it a full day out with a visit to Fairytale Town or Funderland Amusement Park as well.
- Go on a walking food tour with Local Roots Food Tours.
- Buy some gold pans or a sluice box and head for the hills to pan for gold, just like those that first came to the area.
- Join a cryptocurrency group.
- If you don't wanna work and just wanna bang on your drum all day, Sacramento Taiko Dan can help.
- Want to become the next Picasso? You gotta start somewhere, so take a paint and sip class at The Painted Cork in Midtown Sacramento or Historic Folsom.
- It’s well known that you can play miniature golf at Scandia, but did you know that there are indoor mini golf courses in the area as well? Try SacMiniGolf in Old Sacramento, Flatstick Pub in DoCo downtown, or even glow-in-the-dark indoor mini golf at Monster Mini Golf in Rancho Cordova or at CaliGlo in Elk Grove.
- Learn how to manage your mind with Sacramento Insight Meditation.
- Play some poker at any one of several local card rooms.
- Race your RC cars (or rent one) at LSR Speedway in Sacramento or Speedworld in Roseville. Slot cars run at Fast Track Hobbies in Rocklin.
- Find cool stuff that other people lost with the Sacramento Metal Detecting Buffs. Or learn to dive and see if you can meet up with u/Merman_Mike and find stuff at the bottom of rivers or lakes.
- Visit tribal-owned Seka Hills Olive Mill in the Capay Valley to taste local olive oils and honeys as well as getting a tour of the mill itself. Check to see if there is an active Groupon before going.
- (NSFW) Take it all off and strut your stuff at Gold Club Centerfolds Amateur night for a chance to win $450. Sorry guys...this is for ladies only.
- (NSFW) Men and women, if you just like walking around naked in general, let it all hang out at Laguna del Sol nudist resort in Wilton.
- (NSFW) Find someone to get freaky with at an Allures Lifestyle swinger party.
- Make Mr. Miyagi proud by joining the Sacramento Bonsai Club – the oldest bonsai club in the United States.
- Make something quaint and take a selfie next to that giant needle flagpole thing at the Meissner Sewing & Learning Center
- Grab your binoculars and admire the hundreds of native bird species in the area – as well as those passing through via the Pacific Flyway – at several recommended locations.
- Find true love, or just someone to do all these activities with, at a local singles event.
- Rent a raft with River Rat or American River Raft Rentals, or grab some crap from the pool, and participate in a favorite Sacramento pastime by floating on the American River.
- For a more invigorating river experience try a whitewater tour
- Do a free, self-guided tour of Sacramento history via Anytime Tours, an app and project of the Center for Sacramento History, City of Sacramento and Sacramento History Museum.
- Take a coffee-tasting class or brewing/barista class at Chocolate Fish Coffee Roasters.
- Explore the fascinating world of orchid collecting (seriously, this hobby and the people who pursue it are crazy interesting) with the Sacramento Orchid Society.
- Race go-karts at K1 Speed in Sacramento.
- The Sacramento Cactus and Succulent Society meets, and hosts a talk, at the Shepard Garden and Arts Center in McKinley Park monthly and welcomes guests. They also do field trips and their Annual Show and Sale is a must-see event for plant lovers.
- Take a relaxing cruise on the Sacramento River aboard the Hornblower Yacht.
- Go on a scavenger hunt with Urban Adventures Quest, Sacramento Scavenger Hunt, or Let’s Roam. For a cool, unique hunt using your bike and finding stickers around town, follow Sacramento Bike and Seek on Instagram and be on the lookout for their free adventures.
- Blow something long and hot in the glory hole at Sacramento Art Glass.. Classes are available.
- Shoot your dinner on a guided hunting tour. Potential targets include ducks, geese, turkey, quail, and deer.
- Check out some of Sacramento’s murals or see muralists in action during Wide Open Walls, a yearly event.
- Take a guided tree tour with the Sacramento Tree Foundation.
- Admire the heavens above with the Sacramento Valley Astronomy Society. You can also take a drive up to Placerville and visit the Community Observatory for free (although they do charge $2 for parking).
- Explore the history of pharmacy in California at the Don and June Salvatori California Pharmacy Museum.
- Did you know an "extreme sport" was invented in Sacramento? While the Z-Boys were taking skateboarding to the next level down in Dogtown, Launie Porteous and Mark Robinson were pioneering flatland (or "inland") skimboarding right here in the River City. Buy yourself a board or make one and give it a try pretty much anywhere you can find shallow water. Paradise and Discovery beaches along the American are this sports' ancestral home.
- Mellow out at a kava kava bar with locations in Rancho Cordova and Davis.
- Get the willies watching one of the largest Mexican Bat colonies on the west coast take to the skies at a Yolo Bypass Wildlife Area Bat Talk and Walk.
- View some famous bikes and learn about their riders at the US Bicycling Hall of Fame in Davis.
- See Sacramento's drag queen scene at Faces or Badlands.
- Take a scenic horseback ride around Lake Natoma led by Shadow Glen Family Stables.
- Hang out with feral chickens (yes, chickens!) at Fair Oaks Village Park. In the summer, you can watch live music with said chickens at their summer concerts in the park series.
- Not to diminish the concert series at Fair Oaks Village Park, but when you hear "concerts in the park", everyone knows that is the Concerts in the Park series in downtown Sacramento. Live local and national acts perform on Friday evenings in the summer, and it’s totally free. If you’re not good with crowds you may want to give this a miss because it is packed!
- Vacation or day trip so close, yet feel so far away, along the Delta. Rent a boat, jet skis, a cabin or camping spot, buy some bait and tackle, and/or eat out at various locations on the river.
- See model railroaders in action once a month at the Sacramento Model Railroad Historical Society. For the real thing, check out the California State Railroad Museum. Both are great for kids or your inner child.
- Get into the sweetly rewarding hobby of beekeeping with a starter kit and guidance from Sacramento Beekeeping Supplies. Once you’ve got your kit, take a beekeeping class in Davis.
- Brew yourself a batch of beer goodness with classes and supplies from various home brewing stores in the area.
- Go wine tasting at a couple of the closest wineries to Sacramento: Frasinetti and Old Sugar Mill.
- Think you’re good at solving puzzles and mysteries? Try one of the many escape rooms in the area.
- If you’re one of those folks that thinks you know everything, see how you stack up in one of the various pub trivia games.
- Go see the highest freestanding bridge in California. Bonus: there’s some good hiking in the area as well.
- Take a drive around the world’s smallest mountain range: the Sutter Buttes. You can actually drive around and hike the Sutter Buttes in the same day, however hiking is not free, you must do it as part of a guided group and you have to reserve a spot in advance.
- Walk or mountain bike Sacramento Valley Conservancy’s Deer Creek Hills Preserve. All visits must be part of a pre-scheduled outing so plan in advance.
- Drive to Rio Vista via the only two ferries that are actually part of the state highway system.
- Catch a free lunchtime concert every Wednesday at Westminster Presbyterian Church downtown. You can bring a bag lunch!
- Go to the top of the Memorial Garage on the corner of 14th and H for some nice views. Watch the sunset or visit on a nice clear night.
- Explore some of Sacramento’s nature preserves. Start with Effie Yeaw and Cosumnes River. Camp Pollock is another one, but unfortunately, it is not in the best of areas.
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2020.09.07 04:38 500scnds [Table] My name is Paolo Cattaneo. 5 years ago I quit my job, sold everything I had and embarked in a trip around the world on a motorcycle. Rode for almost 185000 km. Still going! Here to answer question about self sustained living on the road and long distance solo travelling. AmA! (pt 1)
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|How much does this lifestyle cost you on average? Obviously it will vary by location ||Since the most asked question will be probably this one, I decided to break it down mathematically so, hopefully, it would be more transparent for everybody. |
| ||I don't think I could summarize with an average how much I spent per month, since the delta from month to month was absolutely unpredictable. But somehow everybody seems to love maths so... There you go. |
| ||A couple of things first: 1) different countries have different cost for food, accommodation, fuel and spare parts so to make an average, it s actually quite hard. For instance, a country like Peru cannot be compared in terms of costs with a country like the Netherlands in all terms. 2) when I travel, I am not on vacation. Just because I visit places and don't work, doesn't mean I can afford things like people that go on vacation for 2 weeks. People on holidays usually maintain the same level of comfort they have at home, or even improve it, righteously spoiling themselves, for the few days they have off in a year. I do the exact opposite. I spoil myself by not having to go to work. |
| ||Hence, there are 3 major costs in travelling on a motorcycles are: 1) fuel and bike parts (tyres, oil, filters, etc) 2) accommodation 3) food |
| ||These are also in order of importance. Fuel and bike maintenance guarantees the continuity of the journey so, those have the absolute priority. Where I sleep or what I eat, do not matter much. I will survive whatever I eat and wherever I sleep. It's incredible what our body can do end endure. |
| ||After a year of travelling I found out that, because my life and routine changed completely, I didn't need 3 meals a day anymore. Removing 1 meal a day allowed me to save a lot of money in the long run. It is a sacrifice but it is doable and It is super practical. I also found fasting good for the mind. |
| ||Sleeping arrangements could also affect greatly on your expenditures so, depending on countries and weather conditions, I usually opt to sleep in my tent or in hostels. Sometimes I do couchsurfing or stay at other motorcyclists houses, friends, friends of friends, etc. I ve also slept at complete strangers houses that i met on the road and that were reaching out simply to help. It s unbelievable how many people, just want to give you a hand. It s impossible to explain it. You have to see it yourself to believe it. |
| ||The cheap hostel in Peru would cost $5-6 a night, while in the USA $25. |
| ||In this sense, I estimated an average of 10 USD a night for accommodation for and average of 20 days per month. Again, It is a rough estimate. Let s say the other 10 days I sleep at people's houses, or in my tent or couchsurfing (so at no cost). Foodwise I usually drink a coffee (I carry my own little Italian coffee machine) in the am, with a piece of bread or instant oatmeal. Then I ride the whole day and reach my destination at 4-5 pm. I then eat. I mostly eat vegetarian but i occasionally have meat. I mostly shop at cheap supermarkets or local markets. Vegetables are cheap and nutritious and available all over the world. And so is pasta and rice. This whole thing costs me let s say 10 USD a day. |
| ||So for Food and Accommodation I roughly spend 500 USD. Then there's fuel. Fuel costs can vary from country to country but, for the sake of it, let s put fuel price at 1.2 USD a liter (4.5 USD a gallon). My bike in standard riding conditions does 20km per liter of fuel. In 5 years I rode 180000 km. That's 36000 a year. That s 3000 a month. So 3000/20 = 150 liters. 150 x 1.2 = 180 USD |
| ||The grand total is 500+180= 680USD per month Let s put 100 USD in for extras and whatever. It's 780 USD a month, if you will. But trust me when I say that I think I spend less than that. |
| ||There you go. |
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|What is your coffee maker? Moka pot i'm guessing? ||I have a little Bialetti coffee machine, yes. :) |
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|Yeah, that confirms you are really Italian. So is my SO, and when we are traveling, she will start complaining about the bad coffee by the time we get to the airport 😄 ||I am Italian...but I'm also passed that point of complaining about food all the time! I learned to enjoy my meal...regardless. :) |
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|Any tips for the Bialetti? A neighbor gave me one and I used it with Café Bustelo and it was crazy stong, albeit not too bad. ||Use less coffee ground! 😅 |
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|If you saved 40k, are you down to very little money now? I'm just thinking it's been 5 years, and I imagine you've had some unexpected expenses that would have your average end up being relatively accurate on aggregate, even if you typically spend less in a month. At $700 per month, you would be out of money. And even just the plane tickets from Australia to starting point and from somewhere to Greece where you say you were during Covid is a couple months of your budget I'd imagine. ||Yes, i had some unforeseen expenses. But luckily I also had a lot of help from people giving me shelter and food. In that sense I didn't spend all my money in food and accommodation but for the sake of average expenses I had to calculate it that way. In greece i found a job as volunteer in exchange of accommodation. That saved me 3 months of rent. Things like this cannot be included in average. I simply did the math to make people understand how much would it cost if life on the road would be without variables. There are too many to be considered. |
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|Even if it's only 600 at month, you have been riding around for how long? It seems hard to think you saved so much and you are still using the money you saved. Is anyone helping you financially? ||I swear...i am using my money. 😅👍 It s hard to imagine how cheap it is to live frugally...if you renounce to most comforts we have in life. But I wouldn't mind now to have a benefactor(s) and sleep in a comfy bed or have a nice meal for a change. |
|Does it not worry you how you might have exhausted your financial resources by the time you want to return? What do you think life after this would be like? I hope I don't sound rude; just trying to understand how you are managing your life. What you are doing is absolutely amazing; I'd love to travel too but I am not rich either, and the thought of ending up penniless by the time I am 30 terrifies me. ||Hey, it's a completely plausible question and I am happy to answer that. Quitting your job, your financial stability, selling everything you have, saying goodbye to everybody and ride off...it is a "liberating" experience. In this sense, all the fears you mentioned are gone or somehow abandoned, the moment you decide to go for it! I have no fear of what lies in front of me because the mental step that I took years ago, required me to go beyond exactly this mental gap of "jumping into the unknown". Financially speaking, yeah, i don't like to have no money aside...but also, I know that I will do something about it (like finding a new stimulating gig) when the time comes. When I found myself locked in Greece during the pandemic, I couldn't really foresee what would have happened in the next months. Surely paying rent for months and being confined in an apartment wasn't ideal so I looked for volunteering jobs. Found one that allowed me to stay in an apartment for free in exchange of 3 hours of work per day. My point is that, adaptation is a key skill that I got to develop thanks to this experience on a motorcycle. I will take care of the my retirement plan, when time comes. |
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|Thanks for the answer. That's a wonderful perspective. I guess your anxiety lessens once you realize how capable you are of adapting to different situations, which I'm sure you must have had to do a bunch of times since you started. You are amazing, thanks for the inspiration :) ||It's incredible how inclined we are to adapt, If we simply...TRY ! I never thought I would be able to do a lot of things I am doing today. I just gave it a try...failed...and tried again. I did learn, by simply trying. And I'm clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed. |
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|I feel like you cloud start vlogging your journeys, and form a Patreon to fund it. You've seen lots of fun things, and will see more. ||Yes. At the beginnings I started blogging but then I realized that it would have turned my trip into a job again...so i left the monetization of my journey aside. I just quit my job to travel and enjoy my life. Didn't want to think about money again! Patreon seem good but I haven't really found the guts to ask money to people...yet. When I ll be in need maybe i will! |
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|In no way am I trying to attack you or diminish your extraordinary feat; just the fact that you had the courage to take the first step gives me crazy respect for you. BUT. There is so much privilege needed to get to where you have gotten. Not financial privilege mind you, you've worked your arse off to get here. But the fact that you could somehow travel to and stay in the US (for 3 years!) and then Australia without really thinking twice tells me your white skin and European passport has played a huge role in your mental safety net. As a coloured man with a shitty passport, just getting a visa to fly somewhere would be a huge fucking deal. Add to that the racism I'd face in plenty of places around the world, yeah not happening haha. ||You are absolutely right, my friend. I do understand that the fact that I am white and that I have an EU passport helped me A LOT. I am absolutely aware of this and I am not so naive to think that most of the times I got away with many things because of this. Coming from other countries or being a different colour could unfortunately still play a role, these days, when moving from country to country. Said this, I got denied my entrance to USA few times anyway. They are quite strict in that sense. But it always depends on the customs officer you find at the time of entry. Anyway. I get your point. Although, it's not a definite factor for your will to travel. You can still do it. |
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|I love everything you're doing and have spent the last hour just reading your answers. I don't think you're answering anymore but... Do you have any plans of coming to India? I hope I get to meet you if you do come. ||Hey! Of course i have plans for India! Hopefully the covid will end soon! It all depends on that now |
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|You can write blogs, and make YouTube videos to sustain your adventures! I am sure many of us would like to see your journey. ||I got few videos on youtube but i never really invested too much time (clearly) in that. Maybe I should |
|I always hear about people "giving up everything" and traveling the world. However, most people have worries about their economic status. Can you speak to yours at the point when you embarked? How much money had you saved, did you have any debt, what did you do with your belongings (Were there things you stored somewhere because you did want to sell or get rid of them? Did you pay for storage?), did you create a plan to generate additional income (e.g., plans for side jobs while traveling), and have you thought how to re-integrate into the "working world" when your traveling concludes (or are you hoping YouTube, etc. supports you)? Thanks! ||So, I started saving money when I moved to Australia. In 5 years I rounded up $40k more or less. I had no debts and, regardless the bank offering me "super interesting" offers about Credit Cards or Mortgages to buy properties, I didn't end up getting in debts with any banks. I also avoided kids and wives. I was renting an apartment and sharing it with a friend. When I decided to leave I sold all my furnitures on Gumtree (local Craigslist) and donated all my clothes to Salvation Army (Goodwill). I had no belongings left except what I piled on the bike when I left. And few months in I also realized that I didn't even need some stuff that I brought along. I did quit my job with no plans to work while travelling. I wanted, for the first time in my life, have a moment to simply ENJOY THE MOMENT without thinking about work and life as I knew it. I wanted to experience freedom, without the burden of thinking about my future constantly and what's going to happen next. I was raised with this mental construct too, so to break free from that was indeed liberating. I do not know how is going to be when this part of my life ends. If I have to go back to work, I will. But with a different heart and mind. |
|How did you manage it, physically? I find that my legs, back, bottom and body ache after just a few hours of riding (3+ hours), and this gets worse and worse over time (6+ hours, etc). Even on a comfortable touring motorcycle, I can’t imagine riding continuously for weeks or months at a time. ||Yes. Physically was challenging indeed. I had to replace my seat because the was no more foam inside. It was like sitting on a stool. Back and arse are the worst affected areas. I rode with a bit of a windscreen, so that helped to ease some of the neck pain. Luckily I had some physical conditioning to start with, but eventually I got out of shape. But, like everything in life, we eventually get used to it. |
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|How many hours do you ride a day? ||It really depends. When I do ride, let's say that is a minimum of 1 and a half to 13 hours. |
|Could you maybe do a "what's in my bag"-post, show us the gear, tools and clothing you use and talk a bit about why you chose what? ||Ok. |
| ||Pannier 1 Camping Gear: - Sleeping bag - Air mattress - 3 people tent (I'm a tall guy) - $20 cooking pot set - propane gas tank - pocket knife - foldable chair - water bladder |
| ||Pannier 2 Electronics and knick knacks: - 11" laptop - 2 hard drives (backup!!!) - Chargers - portable tyre compressor - spare oil filter - spare front tube - cable ties - duct tape - bungee cords - first aid kit - spare bolts and screws |
| ||Tool bag - various moto tools |
| ||Duffle bag: - Clothes (various) |
| ||Tank Bag: - Drone - Toothbrush - Notepad - Small Lock - Pen |
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|Did you have any problems with the drone? I remember you told me once on instagram that you planned on visiting Azerbaijan but couldn’t because Azerbaijan closed all the borders. Let me warn you that if you decide to come when borders reopen, know that drones are illegal here. Retarded law I know but you really cannot do anything about it because it is highly enforced. Probably you can give it up in customs and pick it up when you leave ||Nicaragua is the same. They don't allow drones in their country. I had to send it to costa rica via mail. |
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|Traveling without a Leatherman. I can't believe it. ||It s listed. "Pocked knife" ;) You are right...i should have said Leatherman |
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|What drone do you have? ||DJI mavic Air. |
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|I have a CB600F I've fitted panniers to and can't fathom how you got all that camping stuff into one pannier, your packing skills must be sick ||I got some pretty roomy panniers too. Giant Loop is actually a company from Oregon, USA that makes these spectacular bags. Www.giantloopmoto.com I ve been riding with their products for years now. |
|Well nobody has asked it yet.. How did you self sustain yourself for so long? I understand everything is cheaper in South America but you also went through North America. ||In north America, specifically in USA, I had some friends that helped me finding accommodation along the way. I also wild camped a lot. Froze my arse up couple of nights too... But It's doable in Canada and USA since the land is so vast and you can always find a place to pitch your tent in safety. |
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|See my trouble always begins when I pitch a tent ||I used to be the same, mate! |
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|Maybe I'm just jaded but I don't know of anywhere you can just pitch a tent and sleep in the woods. Everywhere I've ever been camping there's an 80 dollar fee and you get a designated campground. ||Download iOverlander. |
|Hi, sorry if this is a personal question, but how often did you get laid? Do cultural differences play a role? ||Personal question, but interesting nonetheless. Thanks for asking "sensibly". |
| ||When travelling from town to town it's easy to meet people. The common Idea is that travellers get laid a lot. Unfortunately, in my case, I do not go out much when I travel, so my social encounters are limited to the location where I end up spending the night. I also typically stay not longer than a day or two, which is also usually not enough to create a connection with a potential partner (in my case). A lot of women are indeed attracted by the "solitary wolf" riding a motorcycle around the world, but they are not generally inclined to have a one night experience. Hence, the answer to your question, is that I rarely get laid. Cultural differences are what make mating interesting though. One trait that is standard for your part of the world, could be extremely exotic in another. Sometimes even the accent in which you speak a foreign language, could be a favourable factor. |
| ||But at the end, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. |
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|Dai ammettilo che l'accento italiano aiuta. Storia interessante la tua. Ti auguro il meglio! Sorry guys.. Italian things going on here ( shakes hands in the air ) ||Un pochino aiuta! ;) cheers! |
|How did you deal with language barriers? ||In all latin america the most spoken language is Spanish. I struggled at the beginning but after the first month, I had a decent basic level that allowed me to communicate quite easily with the locals. In Brazil was hard again, since portuguese was completely new for me. But again, after 1 month I got used to it and I was able to have basic conversations. If you give yourself enough time, you'll pick up any language. |
| ||In other situations I used my english or sometimes, like recently in Greece, Google Translate. Works beautifully! |
|Is it true that Italian and Spanish go hand in hand? I had some friends from Mexico who were confident that they could pick up Italian if they lived in Italy and were forced to use it every day for a month or 2. ||There are different and discordant opinions about this. I personally believe that Italian and Spanish are VEEEEERY similar. I think that any spanish speaker could easily pick on italian if spending some time in the country. And viceversa. But I also met people that thought otherwise. Not sure why. It wasn't too complex for me to pick up spanish. Definitely not perfect, but way better than a native english speaker. |
|What was the coolest thing you saw? ||Hard to pinpoint one single thing. Saw so many incredible things in 5 years! Nature always strucks me the most. Some places leave you speechless. Some encounters too. But the coolest experience for me was to swim with marine wildlife in Australia and Ecuador. |
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|Hey I from Ecuador! Glad you enjoyed the wildlife. Can you elaborate on your experience there? Did you visit the Galapagos islands? ||Ecuador is hands down my favorite country...for its people, for nature, for food, roads...i mean, i had a fantastic time there. I also visited Galapagos and It was one of the highlights...of my life!! I mean...wow. simply incredible. If there was ever a place on earth close to Jurassic Park... |
|How does your license work? I mean if you have a drivers license in one country and you drive through multiple countries. What happens if you get pulled over? ||Having European or Australian driver license is sufficient to drive in most foreign countries. I do have an International Driver License, which is simply a piece of paper you can request from your local Automobile Club, that translates your license in many languages and which is helpful when finding an "scrutinous" policeman. At the borders they never check your driving license. |
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|What about the motorbike's papers? Did you need a carnet de passage ? And could you tell us about the shipping of the bike, plane or boat, expense, level of organisation needed? ||For the americas, you don't need CdP. The shipping of bike could be done by cargo ship or plane. Both are not cheap but quite feasible. There are agencies that usually take care of the paperwork for you. A simple google search could help you pinpoint some good info. Unfortunately because rules and prices change from country to country, prices have to be requested to the company you choose. It is usually around $1500 + to ship a motorcycle indicatively...for both sea or air freight. |
|Can you speak on your base knowledge of bikes at the start of your travels? I'm interested in purchasing a bike to cruise around America in once (if) this pandemic blows over. Did you ever have to do any emergency DIY work when you couldnt make it to a garage for professuonal repairs? ||First of all: DO IT!! it's an amazing experience. I had basic/zero motorcycle mechanical skills when I started. I often used youtube as a source of "inspiration". Now I rather do the job myself than taking my bike into a shop. If you are going to cruise around the US, you wont need to carry much spares, since you can buy and have most parts shipped wherever you are. Somehow even breaking down, if happens, is a great part of the overall adventure. |
|[deleted] ||I am not sure. Yet. Definitely the more I go on with this adventure (and life) the more I become aware of myself and my surroundings. I am looking forward to have somehow a peaceful life in harmony with my surroundings. Stress has been out of my life for a while now and I want to keep it this way. Don't have a family. Never had kids or wives. I think it's going to stay this way...but you never know. |
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|You've been doing this 5 years now. Do you feel the need to keep moving after you've been somewhere for a few days? How long is the longest you've been stationary since staring and did you ever feel like you wanted to get off the road for a longer time. ||Well...yes I always feel the need to see something more and explore. I get bored easily. But I have to say that during my Lockdown in Greece I was absolutely at peace. I really enjoyed my down time and i took advantage of it by taking care of many little things i left behind. |
|Did you tend to keep to yourself most of the time, or would you go out to meet people and socialize with the locals in the area? ||I am not really a "social beast" anymore. I socialize in hostels and when I look for food mostly...but I don't go out at night. That is quite personal, but I prefer a quiet night than pubs. This allowed me somehow to save a lot of money in the long run. I may have missed out in "social opportunities", but I prefer this way. |
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|But you did meet a lot of people right? Im not social at all and it keeps me from traveling, im afraid that it would ruin the experience if I dont click with anyone haha. You gave me some confidence this will be a smaller problem than I think it is. ||I am an introvert and generally speaking, kind of a geek. So yeah...not really the outgoing kind of guy...but, when travelling alone, you don't have that social pressure anymore. You are by yourself and there's nothing to tell you what you have or not have to do. you are free. And yes...you will meet tons of people!! |
|Where do you stay at (camping, airbnb, rental, etc) ? Where you get money from? What do you usually carry with you? What is you most essential item? Have you made many friends? ||I mostly stay in Hostels (when is cheap enough). In latin America, you can pay from $5-$10 for a night in a shared dorm. When in remote areas, I camp. Best thing ever. Otherwise I use Couchsurfing. Occasionally I stay with friends and/or other bikers that got to know my story and want to help out. I live off my own savings. Most essential Item is "Common sense". AKA try not to do extremely stupid things. :) |
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|How far do you usually have to plan ahead to find couchsurfing accommodations? The one thing that has deterred me from trying it out is that my motorcycle trips almost never stick to the schedule I have planned. Either due to unforeseen circumstances or maybe just deciding to ride around an area longer. Have you given people on CS a range of dates/times that you would arrive, or do you have to have your arrivals planned thoroughly? ||Yes, you usually have to investigate one or two weeks ahead to find accommodation with couchsurfing. Especially because I am a single guy. If i was a girl, i could find somewhere to sleep in few hours. Ahah. Oh well, women are less threatening i guess! ;) But yeah. You do need to check first and give a rough estimate of days of your permanence. Typically 2-3 days is the max. Then if both parties are ok, you can extend. |
|Have you ever done any housesitting for accommodation? I've done smaller trips like this, staying in hostels and campsites. I've heard of housesitting more recently and once I go again I'm thinking of trying it out. When looking at listings though it almost seems to good to be true. I just wonder if there is a catch to it ||I ve never done housesitting specifically. But I ve used HelpX, Workaway, woofing, etc to find occasional gigs that allowed me to get accommodation in return of small jobs. In Greece i stayed in a 9 apts complex on the beach by myself, in exchange of cleaning and painting! Great deal indeed |
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|If you were a woman, there would also be far more risks to couch surfing alone. I'd definitely prefer planning over higher risk of sexual assault. ||Women have more chances of getting hosted because there are a lot of women hosts too. Or couples. They are definitely more willing to host a woman. But i get your point |
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|Thanks, got another question. What is enough savings for a year in Latin America? ||well, it really depends of what kind of lifestyle you want. If you are ok sleeping in hostels every night and eating cheap market food...doesn't really take much! depending on which countries you want to visit too and how you want to move around! you can do it hitchhiking too if you want! and that won't cost you a thing! Just time! |
|How did you manage to not have your motorcycle stolen? ||Common sense. Mostly parked inside or in "safe areas" when possible. You can never be 100% sure but I never had issues of sort in my 5 years of travelling. Actually somebody stole my tool bag in Vancouver, Canada. |
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|As a Canadian id like to say “sorry”. ||apologies accepted! ;) |
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|As a Vancouverite, I'm not surprised. We have a large homeless population and they target anything they can find to steal and sell. ||It wasn't a homeless guy per se...was definitely a junkie. I went to Hastings street 3 days in a row to see if i could find my stuff...but it was gone. Bummer. |
|how were the first few months without the things that you were used to having? (sorry for the bad english, it isn't my main language) ||Your english is fine, mate! First month was HARD! 😅 I had never camped in my life and the longest moto trip I took by that time was only 350km. So yeah, in the beginnings the learning curve was steep! Basic things like "where to sleep at night every night" or "how to store food" were kind of abstract concepts for me. My first night camping was also my first night on the road. It was horrible. I paid so much money to camp in a so so campground, with noisy and drunk neighbors. It also rained at night. Haha An absolute fail! It got better and better with time. Also looking for food, packing and taking care of the bike. It was a full immersion in a brand new lifestyle for me. A great experience indeed |
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|Paolo, your first night camping sounds ... well, it sounds really terrible! I'm curious how you would compare that first inexperienced night with say... an average night camping somewhere, anywhere, I don't know... say 2-4 years later after having done it for a while. In which ways did that first inexperienced night of camping come to differ from your more seasoned camping night to night later on? What kinds of routines did you end up falling into on those nights that you picked up from years of experience having done it? ||Well...let's just say that my love for camping escalated quickly as well. I started camping in the wild...not in confined facilities, and I simply loved it. Sitting quietly in front of the fire at night, after a long day riding, watching the stars appear slowly in the sky... The silence. I learned that camping in a busy campsite, with kids screaming and music playing is not the kind of camping I was looking for. Surely is great for families, because usually it is a safe environment for kids to play in, but for solo travellers looking for some quiet downtime...it is not. Better to hide somewhere behind a tree or some bushes and have a quiet night with some privacy. Free of charge. |
|How badly do you stink? Joking of course, good luck with your adventures. ||If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? ;) |
|Not to be nosey but what would qualify as enough money to "sustain yourself for a while"? And how long do you consider that "a while" to be? ||I had no Idea how much It would cost me to live, travel and not work, since I had never done it before. But I knew how much It costed me to live in Sydney for a year, without any extras (just food, accommodation, rent and bills). I assumed initially that my trip around the world would have lasted a maximum of 1 year and a half. Was I wrong! I pretty much had saved $40k in 5 years of work. |
|Thanks for doing this! How much do you talk to strangers? I can imagine either being very sociable, or taking the opportunity to be more solitary. Also, when you were traveling the world, how specifically did you keep in contact with friends and family back home? Was one service/approach more effective than another? ||I love to talk with Locals!! It's the best thing! I love to talk with older people especially. They can really give you a better perspective about the place and overall more interesting stories about their lives. Sometimes there's a language barrier but I try regardless. Hostels are also a great place to meet friends and people from all over the world. Aside from this, travelling solo on a motorcycle or bicycle naturally attracts curiosity, so I also met some good friends of mine at gas stations or random rest areas in the middle of nowhere. |
| ||To keep in touch with family and friends nowadays is quite easy. Mobile data networks are excellent worldwide and you can buy local sim cards to use local carriers data traffic. I use whatsapp and fb messenger the most. |
|What kind of income are you receiving to sustain this lifestyle long-term? ||Living off my life savings. I am self supported. Just worked for few years, saving as much as I could and then took off. |
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|That sounds epic... Met a few guys like that, but never had the balls to do so myself. If you read this: how much of a mechanic are you? Do you do stuff yourself of do you bring your bike to the shop for maintenance/tires? ||At the beginning I wasn't really able to do much on my bike, except changing brake pads maybe. Then I tried and read forums online about troubleshooting...and of course youtube mate!! I tend to have a mechanic change my tyres, since it's a hell of a job and takes 4 minutes with proper machines. you can find tyre mechanics literally EVERYWHERE. |
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|But, with the estimate you gave it would cost like 9k usd per year to maintain that lifestyle. You’ve been doing it for 5 years. I guess it’s hard for a lot of Americans to imagine saving up 45k+ in the few years that you worked. ||trust me, It's even harder for an italian to conceive to save up 40k in 5 years of work. Most italians will be able to save that amount maybe in 10-15 years. That's why I quit my job in italy and moved to Australia, where salaries are way higher. It's just sad that I had to leave my family, friends and country to be able to have a better life. |
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|Why dont you try to register for welfare in Australia, and get the welfare cheques deposited into your account? ||I thought about it while riding around Australia. But I didn't find it fair. I mean, I wasn't in need of cash to sustain my living and there were probably people who seriously did. Plus I think you have to show up for interviews and stuff...so I preferred to let go. |
|OP, you're doing what I've dreamed of doing since I was about 21... I'm 32 now. I've saved a bit of money, and have no debt, and am still considering it... but feel as though it would be irresponsible at this point? shrugs I have a few questions, Ever considered staying at a spot for a few weeks and doing some manual labor for extra scratch to help you along in your travels? Ever had any problem with weird parasites in some of your rougher spots (scabies, bedbugs, intestinal issues) such as cheap hostels and whatnot? Since you don't go to bars or anything like that, what's the easiest way for you to meet new people? Ever felt any "I'm about to get robbed" vibes while on the road? Did you make rules like not traveling too late, etc.. I'm considering doing this very thing, since I make a good living but am already a minimalist and don't really need anything... I don't care about owning a house, or having nice clothes or any of that nonsense. I suppose it'd just be a drag to hit a dead end, have to return to the workforce after a few years of traveling and finding myself unable to secure a decent gig again. Anyways, if you've read this, thanks for your time and thanks for doing this AMA! Good luck man, and stay safe. ||Mate, when I left for my first trip around Australia, I was 34yo...so I completely understand where you are coming from. It take a bit of time to prepare and commit to this. I highly recommend it though. I stopped occasionally and did some jobs, yes, but were more like small temporary gigs...that paid maybe for a new set of tyres than anything. Still! Once I pressured washed mine trucks for a week in South Australia. Haha i was covered in mudd but I was happy. I also cleaned few apartments in greece in exchange of accommodation....things like that. Things will come your way if you look hard enough. |
| ||Didn't have any problems with bugs or parasites no. Got lucky on this one i guess. But i do believe I built my immune system pretty well. |
| ||The easiest way to meet people is in hostels. Being in your 30s you are already on the "old side" for a hostel, but you are still ok. ;) haha |
| ||Sometimes yes i felt i was going to get robbed or mugged...but never happened. I never travel with cameras and other expensive items with me. When i am on the bike, there s always the "surprise effect", meaning that people are more shocked to see somebody travelling solo than tempted to rob him right away. |
|How has the pandemic altered any future travel plans? ||The pandemic changed things quite drastically. A lot of other travellers I know got stuck somewhere or had to cancel their plans until further notice. Still not sure what to do in the long terms. Covid definitely made everything more unpredictable. |
|What are the cheapest and best places you would suggest a young person go visit? Also, just out of curiosity, when do you think you’ll stop? ||Well, there are plenty of great places to go explore on a tight budget. Latin America and South East Asia are generally speaking quite cheap. I would recommend Bolivia or Peru, in SA...and Cambodia in SEA. As a start... |
| ||I Hope I will be able to go on for few more years...but so far I am pretty content with what I've done already. |
|How do you overcomevia issues? ||I believe you referred to "Visa issues"?! |
| ||Well, having an Italian passport is quite handy since you get visa on arrival (valid for 1-3 months) as a tourist in most of the countries in the world. I had to request and pay for my Russian and Mongolian visa though. You can request that 1-2 weeks before entry in any available Embassy. |
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|And what about other practical stuff like insurance for the motorcycle(is it allowed to be abroad for such a long time ?) ? Maybe obligatory x-yearly technical vehicle inspections (so far not needed in a lot of european countries but about to change so you were lucky I guess) ? Official site of residence (or what is it called, it is really hard to be 'homeless' in some countries, probably depends on what your current 'home country' is ) ? ||Ok so, insurance for motorcycle is something you need to get every time you enter a new country. Some insurance companies will insure foreign vehicles, but it isn't always the case. My bike is australian so after a certain point you need to inspect the vehicle to renew the registration. There is a process through which you can go to an associated mechanic in the country where you are and have the vehicle inspected and the results sent to the Australian motorvehicle authority. Then you can renew your papers online and have the new registration sent to you overseas. My official country of residence is still Australia, because it is where I want to go back to. |
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|Thanks for the response. I can imagine it is not the most interesting thing to talk about but I am planning on doing something similar with a van + motorcycle (that fits in the van) combo so I am super interested in hearing about the (boring) administrative side of someone who is actually doing it :D. I had no idea something was possible like the remote inspection, I hope something similar exists in my country too. So far I only read you have to go to inspection asap when returning to your country if you were abroad. But I can imagine that is not going to fly if you plan on being away for a very long time though :P. Also: did you happen to keep a list of insurance companies that were willing to do it ? ||In that sense things change rapidly and new and better companies may arise. Better check with locals or use iOverlander app to find these kind of info. |
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2020.09.03 16:39 ShadowDragon8685 The Green and Gray Markets: Two more of my uncle's stories.
My uncle involuntarily volunteered for the Army in the middle of the Vietnam War - as I understand it, he had already recieved his draft papers (meaning that Air Force and Coast Guard wouldn't touch him), so his options were the Army, Marine Corps, the Navy, or get defaulted into the Army as a rifleman. He elected to volunteer for the Army as it was his understanding that volunteers (even those whose papers had already arrived) generally got the opportunity to get into a better Military Operational Specialization than those who turned up on draft day all surly-like.
And so, my uncle underwent eight weeks of basic training and was then sent onward to become a 31 Lima
, which in those days was Multichannel Communications Equipment Repairman.
He repaired radios, and radio accessories, basically. He spent one year of his hitch in Vung Tau in Vietnam, enjoying wet weather, white sands, incompetent officers, and rocket attacks on his birthday. After that malarkey was up and he had a bit of leave time at home, he was deployed to Wurzburg, Germany, to do much the same.
These are two of his stories, from two theaters of operation, involving transactions that were somewhat less-than-orthodox. Vung Tau, 1967-68. My uncle is part of the 2nd Maintenance Battalion of 1st Logistics.
Being far from the front lines, the standing orders on base are that, aside from sentries on duty and soldiers at the firing range, no soldier should have access to any ammunition. The brass (pun fully intended) want every round fired to be accounted for.
And if you think the soldiers had any intention of going effectively unarmed (a rifle with no ammo is nothing more than a really shitty club/quarterstaff, or an inferior short-spear, depending on whether or not you have a bayonet fixed), then I'm afraid I have bad news for you: they disobeyed standing orders routinely in this matter.
Specifically, they wanted to have ammunition on-hand in their barracks, just in case things went down, so they would at least have one magazine of ammunition (20 rounds for their M14s) to hold them over until they could get to where people were handing out ammo. They also wanted some spare ammo they could have to-hand so that if they had to fire a few rounds whilst on sentry, but without creating the kind of things that they'd otherwise have to answer for (you know... As long as they didn't make any corpses), they could just hand back twenty rounds at the end of a guard shift and nobody would care too much to ask why they were cleaning their rifle extra thoroughly. There were many reasons a soldier on sentry might fire without killing someone, that an officer might not necessarily have approved of - frightening off of wild animals (there were frickin' jaguars there - one of them informally wound up guarding the ammo dump!) or warning unaligned opportunistic locals who might be inclined to sneak into the wire and perform a bit of thievery (and who wouldn't be tempted in similar circumstances?) to take to their heels, without necessarily making their family wrathful over their untimely demise.
They were running low of their off-books ammunition - for reasons my uncle did not specify, but for my money, I'm speculating that, off-books ammo expires same as regular ammo, and while they knew they could probably get away with using ammo a few years past its shoot-by date in contravention of prim-and-proper Bristol-fashion regulations, they didn't want to - especially as it might raise questions they would not wish to answer about exactly why they were in possession of expired ammunition, should they return any of the out-of-date ammo and an eagle-eyed armorer take note of it.
Fortunately for my uncle and his merry band of shop companions, they were generally well-liked, certain Hardass E6 MPs notwithstanding, because they performed the vital function of ensuring that when you push the button and screamed for someone like Anathema to rain hellfire from the skies upon your enemies, you hear that guy's voice and not your radio conflagrationarily self-destructing or something.
Specifically, in this case, the other side of this story is the 147th Assault Support Helicopter squadron. At that time, the birds the 147th flew with were armed with M60 machine guns, which were notable for firing a notably heavier round than that which the M16 rifles then coming en vogue were provisioned with; they shared the 7.62×51mm NATO round with the M14 rifles with which my uncle's unit were equipped.
So when the chopper guys - who were in and out of Vung Tau all the time - needed their radios fast, the radiomen asked them how fast they needed it, and mentioned that they needed "some ammo; a few rounds." They didn't need much mind you - a few hundred rounds, a couple of ammo cans worth. Just enough so that everybody in their shop and their barracks could have a loaded magazine somewhere in the general vicinity of their shit, and some spare rounds squirreled away for a rainy day.
This was eminently agreeable to the chopper boys; they went through 7.62×51mm like, well, machine gunners through machine gun ammo. They could pop off entire cargo trucks worth of ammo in an exercise. Disappearing "a few rounds" for the radio guys? Easy.
So the radiomen fixed their radios fast, and the chopper guys said they'd arrange it, and where would you like your ammo dropped off? The radiomen said, just here at the shop is fine.
It was almost a done deal, when one of the radiomen had a stunning insight that at no time had quantity been discussed, and that the exact definitions of subjective measures might differ wildly between guys who carry long arms and guys who ride around behind mounted machine guns. They hurriedly contacted their friends to confirm what was going on, and their worst fears were almost realized:
To the 147th Assault Support Squadron, "a few" was approximately twenty thousand rounds of ammunition. They were going to basically put an entire cargo pallet of ammo boxes, stacked and lashed down, in a cargo net, sling that sumbitch under one of their hueys, and drop it off next to a radio repair and supply shack.
My uncle and his mates couldn't possibly conceal, make use of, or explain away that much ammunition mysteriously surfeit in the company. They quickly clarified that to a bunch of POGs like them, "a few" was just like, two or four hundred rounds to split among the guys, and there would be no need for the cargo sling, please. So the next time the chopper guys came into the shop, they just had a couple of ammo boxes sitting in their jeep and walked in with them instead.
And that's a story of the green market in action. Next up: the black market!
Sorry, did the title say Gray? I went for clickbait alliteration.
Wurzburg, Germany, 1968-1969. B Company, 11th Signal Battalion.
My uncle is now quartered with a bunch of fellow NCOs in a room high an old German barracks. Life is good; they have a deal with a local to have a big bag of baked goods delivered straight from the bakery every morning, they're existing in civilization, and if not for the looming menace of the Soviets invading, life is as decent as it gets in the military, aside from the occasional scare when some brainless idiot defects to a whorehouse.
Like many soldiers, my uncle smoked - in Vietnam. He took the habit up in Vietnam, and he left it behind in Vietnam. He says it was a way to alleviate stress and boredom. I consider it more than a minor miracle that it didn't stick with him his whole life - he might not be with us today if his lungs had been all fucked up a few years back when he had a stroke. Aside: Learn to perform CPR. I don't care if you're 16 or 66, you can save someone's fucking life if you know how to do this, and it might just be someone you care about.
So anyway, back to Germany, '68-69. My uncle's smoking habit is behind him in Vietnam, and so were those of more than a few other soldiers. A lot, however, still had that bug, and so the army, grudgingly, provided ways for them to indulge this habit. Aside: Frankly, I don't see why the Army doesn't forcibly dry up the alcoholics and get the tobbaconists some fresh air in their lungs. Sure it would meet with a lot of push back initially, but the gains in military preparedness now and in VA bills later should be worthwhile, right?
Anyway, American soldiers are used to American cigarettes, which had to be imported from, you guessed it, America. And American soldiers overseas, although paid well compared to most locals in that time and place, were not going to be particularly gruntled to pay what locals would have to pay for American imports. So the Post Exchange had these items, duty-free, imported by the military, for the military. Of course, people don't only smoke in the PX, so certain other establishments patronized by American soldiers were empowered to sell them American cigarettes at American prices; they required the soldier's signature on a form, as the soldiers were only allowed to purchase so many of these American smoke-poles at once, in such a period of time.
Enter Hans. (This is not his real name, as my uncle is fond of 'changing names to protect the guilty.')
Hans is West German. Hans is a publican by trade; a barkeep. Hans is what today we would call a civilian contractor, Hans operates the NCO Club that my uncle and his fellows patronize. Hans is empowered to supply American soldiers with American booze and American cigarettes, as well as an amenable establishment for them to socialize with their peers. Hans is a good fellow, according to my uncle, and I have no reason to believe this is not true.
Hans has a cousin. Let's call him East Hans, because my uncle did not provide a name, nor did he ever see this cousin.
East Hans and Hans meet up from time to time, to share family information, shoot the shit, etc; all the things a couple of German cousins do when meeting a kinsman in 1968-69. From my uncle's thirdhand account, East Hans was a good cousin and friend to Hans. East Hans was, as you might have intuited by his moniker, a resident in East Germany; a subject of the Soviet Union.
From time to time, Hans would ask certain trusted, non-smoking American soldiers, to sign for cigarettes. That's all he required from them; he stood for the cost, of course. They would not receive cigarettes, as they did not wish to have them. My uncle understands that, when this took place, Hans was soon to meet East Hans and when he did, those cigarettes that had been signed for by an American soldier and paid for by Hans would find their way into East Hans' possession.
My uncle does not know, and frankly does not wish to know, whether any remuneration took place here, though he presumes that in fairness, East Hans would reimburse Hans' purchase costs. He does not expect that East Hans paid any more to Hans than that purchase cost, and he vouches for himself and his fellows that they neither wanted, sought, or received, any material consideration for placing their signature upon a piece of paper. They were doing a favor for their Publican, whom in turn used that favor to supply a valuable commodity cheaply to a kinsman in need.
Exactly what happened over the border was between East Hans and the people he knew, but my uncle and I reckon that East Hans would simply walk back over the border with a bunch of American cigarettes in his pockets, a pack or two of which would find their way into the possession of the border guards who were all stricken with a mysterious blindness as a result and did not see the notably puffy state of Hans' coat through the cigarette smoke in their faces. In turn, East Hans would dole out these American cigarettes, a valuable but very temporary commodity, to persons known to him, presumably some of which went to family members at cost or a little over, and some of which undoubtedly went to more-distant persons at a significant mark-up, and some of which were undoubtedly used as grease for the wheels to ensure that eyes looked away from East Hans and his family.
And thus was my uncle's tenuous involvement in the West-East German black market, such as it was. At no point did they accept any consideration of material value in exchange for this; Hans did not provide them with any price breaks let alone free product, Hans did not pay them for their part in this scheme. They did, however, enjoy a thoroughly comfortable and welcoming atmosphere in the Hans-run NCO club, and Hans would look the other way if they were getting rowdier, louder, or staying a little later than he'd tolerate from others.
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2020.08.28 22:01 throwawayaracehorse I Picked Up a Broadcast for "The Rules of the Road" On My Gameboy, It Sent Me On A Journey I Can't Turn Back From....Part 2 And Finale
Part 1 Annie continued her story. Previously she had heard "The Rules of the Road" broadcast by way of her Gameboy headphones while on a family vacation when she was eleven years old. The rule advised her to make passing truckers honk their horns by getting their attention and pumping her arm through the window. This is what happened.
I plopped back in my seat and handed Jackson his sippy cup. He was thirsty. He sucked the milk and made little contented sounds and stared at me with his bright blue eyes, a curlicue of hair plastered to his forehead, his cheeks pumping. I smiled at him and he gave me back a toothy and frothy-milked grin.
I turned to shut the ice chest and out the back window I saw it coming, a flash of white on the horizon, a bright glare signalling its arrival. A semi-truck coming up fast while Tim milled about in the left lane. The radio,
I thought. I gotta salute the truck driver
. Make him honk. But what if it’s a trick?
I thought about the images on the video game, what it was saying about me and my situation, how I thought they had left me back at the gas station. What did the radio say, that something would rain down on our party? We were in the desert. They could use a little rain out here, right? Maybe it would mess up a day of Tim’s travels?
I looked out the window and up at the cab of the semi. The driver looked down at me, aviator sunglasses and a big bushy beard. He lifted up the glasses and gave me a little nod. I held my right hand up, forearm cocked, made a fist ready to pump, and...extended my middle finger.
The trucker only laughed and returned the favor and sped along on his way.
“Jesus, slow down buddy,” Tim said from the front seat.
“Maybe get out of the passing lane?” my mom offered.
“Yeah, yeah. He just came out of nowhere,” Tim said as he changed lanes.
I’m sure you’ve seen those semis that haul the new cars around, like to the dealerships or whatever? There will be six or eight cars all stacked up in a double decker trailer. Growing up in New York, we didn’t drive far places very often but I had memories of seeing them several times on trips upstate. Anyways, we were coming up behind one and Tim was just hanging out in the right lane and I can remember looking up at all those cars stacked on top of eachother, some at angles. It was all one car, two car, red car, blue car and those cars looked awful precarious as they sat up there, shimmying and shaking from bumps in the road.
There are several images burned into my brain like still photographs. The first is a dark blue sedan on the upper level of that car hauler, standing upright as if it’s back tires were feet, its headlights and front windshield pointed straight to the sky. For one instantaneous moment it was just this impossible vehicular monolith, blotting out the sun.
The next image is that blue car suspended in air. The once perpendicular car is now parallel to the ground, albeit upside down. There’s nothing we can do. We’re frozen too and on our inevitable path.
The third and final image is accompanied by sound. It’s the collision of the blue car with the front of ours. It’s the loudest sound I’ve ever heard and it’s intermingled with my mom’s scream and breaking glass. The windshield is buckled out, the ceiling’s crumpled, and glass is spraying and that’s the last thing I remember.
* * *
I was somehow thrown clear of the vehicle when it rolled. My unconscious body was found on the side of the road, bleeding from superficial cuts and scrapes. They say if I had had my seatbelt on I would’ve been stuck in the car where I would’ve died with the rest of my family.
* * *
My grandmother flew from New York to Utah to pick me up at the hospital. They kept an IV in my arm and saline running to replace the tears that I continually cried. It didn’t feel like there would ever be enough. I was gutted by the story that Annie told me. How could someone go through this? I couldn’t even begin to imagine. You were just a kid, I told her.
I was just a kid, huh?
I did this.
I was just a kid, yeah.
I was just a kid, but I did this.
How could a kid ever bear that weight? The guilt? I spent years underneath the weight of it all and many times since I’ve wished that I had gone with them. The event is always there, always a part of me and its shadow hangs over everything that I do.
I’ve told therapists and counselors and psychiatrists over the years about what I had heard on my Gameboy and how the accident was my fault. I can tell they don’t believe me. They tell me things like how my young mind couldn’t accept the terrible tragedy that occurred so it fabricated this other reality to cope with the trauma. They tell me that survivor guilt is a real thing and that if I had this fiction where I was truly at fault, then I could continue to feel bad about what had happened, continue living in my pain, the pain that was comfortable and familiar.
They tell me that letting go doesn’t mean I completely forget, that just because I no longer hurt doesn’t mean I stop caring.
When I found your website and the stories I felt validation. Honestly, I felt better with that confirmation than I ever had in years of therapy. This changed everything for me. I felt at peace.
I now know what I have to do.
* * * It was a month before I heard from Annie again and this time it was by way of a package in the mail. Within the package was a typed letter and a sealed envelope that advised me to not open until I had finished the letter. I started to read her letter.
I guess I should get into the gist of what my life was like after the car accident. My biological dad had long been out of the picture and I had never even really known him, so I went to live with my grandma in Manhattan, my mom’s mom. I had always liked her and she liked me and before the accident she often let me hide out at her place whenever I was feeling overwhelmed with the new family dynamics.
But I was different now. How could I not be? She tried her best with this new me and I pushed her to the absolute edge. I fell in with a rough crowd at school, a quiet tagalong looking for a place to belong and their antics distracted me from the pain. Smoking cigarettes, petty shoplifting, graffitiing and hanging out late at night at the park and worrying my grandma and the thrill of getting away with it.
She threatened me with boarding school a couple of times, but never followed through. Having lost her daughter and grandson, she was hurting too. She drank wine throughout the day and managed to tune me out and forget I was even there half of the time. The rest of my childhood was largely unsupervised. Fortunately I made it through without any run-ins with the law.
My grandma said she would pay my way for college. NYU or Columbia? Get real. Not with my grades. I went to a community college in Ithaca where I promptly failed out after the first semester.
I spent years drifting around from job to job and doing anything to not feel anything. I had a string of bad relationships and many casual encounters. I ended up self-medicating. It was nothing illegal mind you, nothing you couldn’t buy from a liquor store or get from a pharmacy (even though oftentimes my name wasn’t on the prescription). Years went by in a haze and at my lowest point I found myself on a week long stay at a substance abuse treatment center in Ithaca, court ordered.
At this point my grandma had cut me off and money was getting tight. I found myself spiraling downward, flailing about to grasp for any sort of stability I could find. So after years of fucking up and fucking around, I got a steady gig at this strip club called Kuma Charmers.
It was meant to be a part time thing, but I ended up making more there a few nights a week than I had at any other job I’d worked. I enjoyed the dancing and being on stage and during those periods where I was performing, I didn’t think about anything else. I had quit the pills and got to where I was hardly even drinking anymore.
I met Daryl on the job and he was handsome and gave out some real nice tips. He lived in rural town nearby. He worked in the oilfield and made good money and spent lots of time on the job out in Pennsylvania. This was his justification for why he'd stop off at the club.
"Don't got time to meet a girl at church," he'd say. " 'Sides, they're all boring anyways."
It got to where we would talk between my stage time and he was charming and made me laugh. He started in with the talk of how he could take me away from all of this and was pretty persistent and soon we started dating.
He was good enough and I think I felt something like love at the time. I really didn't analyze how I felt, I just went with it. When he asked if I loved him I said yes When he asked me to move in with him I said yes. When he asked me to marry him, I said yes.
I guess there were the signs that I ignored, the proverbial writing on the wall. He drank too much and when he was out of town he called at all hours of the night to see if I would answer. God forbid if I didn't answer him quickly enough. He would get furious if I slept through his call and accuse me of cheating on him. I would then be tasked with talking him down and reassuring him. He would apologize profusely for his paranoia, tell me how he had been through infidelity before and how it had wrecked him. Then, he would return home with flowers and some lavish gift and everything would be ok for a while.
He offered to let me travel with him. I could hang out in the hotel or go shopping or hiking during the day. I had to explain my phobia of driving long distances and he was supportive and understanding, listened closely when I told him what I had been through. I suppose it was this side of him that kept me around. I didn’t tell him the part about the Gameboy and the broadcast, though. I think at this point I had convinced myself what the therapists had told me.
I had quit my job at the club. He didn’t like me being there and I really didn’t need the money anymore. There were enough encounters with the occasional creep that quitting sort of felt like a relief. However, my human interaction was cut off when I quit. I spent the days pissing away the hours by drawing, taking walks and vegging out on bad TV. I started looking into going back to school or starting another job.
I missed my coworkers, so one day when Daryl was gone I stopped by the club to hang out a bit and catch up. I was met with a chorus of "howdy stranger" and "long time no see". I lost track of the hours and it was so good to see my friends and acquaintances again. I was having such a good time that I didn't even see the seventeen missed calls or the thirty-three text messages that had occurred within a two hour period. The alcohol I imbibed in didn't help and the night ended with me catching a ride with a friend to my house where I promptly passed out.
I awoke slightly hung over and oblivious to anything to worry about until I picked up my phone and saw the missed calls and texts. There was a dropping sensation in my stomach, followed by actual fear and anxiety. I started to scroll through the messages, but I didn't get far.
I looked up and he was there, standing in the doorway. There was a wild look in his eye, his jaw clenched.
He was on me before I could say a word, his hands on my throat, my cell phone knocked from my hands. I would have whiplash for days from him shaking me and a bruise on my hip from where I hit the floor. My ribs would creak every time I took a deep breath and I was sure they were broken.
The whole time he asked me, "Why? Why? Why?" and didn't give me the chance to speak as he tossed me around the room until it was he
that got a shocked look on his face and backed away with his hands held up until he hit the wall by the door and slid to the ground, sobbing.
I was on my hands and knees catching my breath, my body aching and my face feeling puffy. He was right by the doorway. I couldn't leave unless I went out a window. He crawled towards me, begging and pleading and saying my name. I was just numb as he bowed before me, his face buried into the carpet and hands wrapped tightly around my legs. He cried and cried about how big of a piece of shit he was and I couldn't squirm away.
My mind and body had shut down. I saw no exit to the situation I was in. I was afraid of him. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Please. Give me a second chance. If you don't I'll kill myself. I wanna kill myself right now for what I just did, but please let me make it right."
His pupils were dilated and he was twitchy and there were sores on his neck and arms.
Was he on something? Maybe he needed help.
I only shrugged and said, "Whatever."
"I swear you won't regret this," he said.
I already did.
It may have gotten me out of that temporary situation and he did take some time off from work where he tended to my injuries and offered to pay for any schooling I wanted to.
It was only a small part of me that thought he had the capacity to change, but I didn't really care and didn't want to be around for it. It was fear and numbness that kept me there. I knew that he owned guns, guns he kept in his truck or in a gun safe he wouldn't give me the code to. If he was going to kill himself if he couldn't be with me, then why not take me out too? If he couldn't have me, then no one else could.
He left for his job for two weeks, begged me to come, but I managed to resist. This was as good as time as any to leave, but fear won out. I had this persistent worry that he was watching me or that he was having someone else spy on me. I kept seeing this black car on our street I had never seen before. I got it in my head that this was some sort of test, a test he wanted me to fail.
I holed up in the house that whole two weeks. I did a lot of self-reflection, deep dives into where everything went wrong. That's when I found your website. That's when I contacted you.
“I always figured you were faking about how bad your phobia actually was,” Daryl said to me from the driver’s seat.
We were driving west towards Pennsylvania. I had agreed to go with him. The car ride still made me nervous, but it wasn’t a paralyzing fear. I knew this was something I had to do.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“The whole fear of cars and long drives and stuff. You just wanted an excuse to stay home and fuck around.”
I often wonder if this trip could’ve had a different outcome, if I would’ve changed my mind had he been the perfect gentleman for the duration. But there was an edge in his voice.
There was an edge.
Traffic was thick as we drove and I had made sure to look down anytime we passed a semi truck. Ahead of us, two semis were in both lanes, puttering along at similar speeds. Daryl whipped his truck in between cars and muscles his way up to the truck in the left lane, rode the semi’s ass. We slowly made headway.
I rolled down my window, watched the cab of the slow lane semi creep into view. I waved my arms, got the driver’s attention.
We locked eyes….
*** That was the end of her letter. I stared over at the sealed envelope, the one that said “OPEN LAST”. Inside, was a news article.
*** Cayuta Man Killed In Overpass Construction Accident on I-99
A Cayuta man was killed by a piece of falling concrete from an overpass outside Lawrenceville Sunday evening. Repairs have been ongoing for the past several months.
“I was about a hundred yards from the truck and I thought I saw something drop from the overpass. All of a sudden the truck just started swerving and I thought ‘Oh boy’,” an eyewitness reported.
Daryl Phillis, 46, was en route to his jobsite in Pennsylvania when a chunk of concrete the size of a basketball fell from the overpass and entered the windshield, striking him in the head. He was killed instantly. His fiancé, Annie Rushing, was a passenger at the time and managed to direct the car to the side of the road. She was evaluated and released at the scene with no injuries.
NYSDOT has started an investigation into the overpass and the construction project. The southbound interstate in that area has been converted to a single lane and special supports have been installed to ensure no further debris can fall onto motorists.
*** The months pass. I still get occasional news articles in the mail from her. The stories are largely the same. A motorist traveling east or west or south or north is fatally injured in an accident. The deceased are always men. The differences are in the details. There are different locations, different people, different ages, different objects falling from the sky. Accompanying these letters are separate, older articles detailing old crimes and allegations against the deceased, charges acquitted or dismissed. There are court documents of restraining orders against the deceased, names listed on the sex offender’s registry. There was the 53 year old man from Nebraska who perished on I-40 when a spare tire fell out of some good ol’ boy’s truck and went airborne and squashed his torso and face like a ketchup packet in a parking lot. There was the guy that had beat the rap of his ex-wife mysteriously dying in a trailer house fire, the same ex who had filed a restraining order a month previously. Well this guy was driving under the High Five interchange in Dallas when a piece of rebar fell from the top of the highest ramp. It fell a hundred feet down and through the roof of his car, his eye socket, out the bottom of his jaw and into his lap, impaling him to the seat and floor. They had to use the jaws of life to extricate his body from the vehicle. There were decapitations and crushed skulls and in one bizarre instance, a man buried alive in his convertible by several tons of wet cement. In many of these articles she was there. As a passenger, as an eyewitness, as an acquaintance or significant other of the deceased. Sometimes I would see her in the background of photos of the wreckage, attractive yet plain and anonymous thanks to the newsprint. She could be anyone you passed on the street. I can imagine her walking away from the wreckage in slow-motion, untouched and unfazed. She’s off to find another target, to be at the right place and right time once again. I want to know so much more. I have so many questions to ask. There’s never a return address, though. And from the looks of it, she doesn’t stay in one place for long. ~~~[ll]
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2020.08.24 07:13 lolpolice88 British Colonial Christianist Terrorist Coward stirred on by online Rightwing, White Power, Christianist, Terrorist Cells, Trumpscum, Church Cults, Skewed Historical Education and complicit media boosting scumbags like those Colonial Canadian Cunts for engagement. Racists free, Ihumatao etc targeted
https://www.rnz.co.nz/news/national/424269/a-loner-with-a-lot-of-money-a-look-into-the-christchurch-mosque-gunman-s-past Tim Brown
, Warning: this story includes distressing details of the 15 March mosque terrorism attacks.
It's 1.28pm on a still and warm Christchurch Friday.
An almost entirely unknown 28 year old, who in coming days will be referred to in the most banal of terms in light of his actions - traveller, gym junkie, computer nerd - is sitting in his parked Subaru Outback in Leslie Hills Drive.
He is typing up his final post to the toxic online world of 8Chan.
"Well lads, it's time to stop shitposting and time to make a real life effort post.
"I will carry out and [sic] attack against the invaders, and will even live stream the attack via facebook."
The message is accompanied by a link to his Facebook profile and a 74-page 'manifesto'.
His actions over the next half-hour will make Brenton Harrison Tarrant arguably New Zealand's most reviled figure.
The shooting of more than 90 innocent worshippers on 15 March 2019 shocks the world.
Many people will not support our decision to tell this story, in fact many will be angered at us mentioning his name. But, while not seeking to glorify the killer's actions, we believe it is appropriate to try to understand him.
The story of Tarrant's descent from a quiet blonde-haired Aussie boy to New Zealand's first convicted terrorist is far more prosaic than the atrocity which brought him to global attention.
Born on 27 October 1990 to Rodney and Sharon Tarrant in Grafton, about 500 kilometres north of Sydney in regional New South Wales, he was the youngest of two siblings.
His father, a garbage collector, and his mother, a teacher, were well-respected in the community and the wider Tarrant family was well-known in the surrounding Clarence Valley area.
His parents separated before he was a teenager, but his cousin Donna Cox told 7News
there was nothing in the family's background to suggest Tarrant would one day become the perpetrator of one of the world's deadliest mass shootings.
"He was never raised like that, in that sort of environment, you know? There was no violence. No family's perfect, but certainly nothing like that," she said.
He attended Grafton High School. But there was nothing remarkable about his schooling years.
He tried rugby league. But, again, he was unexceptional.
He suffered bullying at the hands of his peers.
"There was a time when he was picked on pretty badly. Grafton can be a pretty harsh place ... so if you're overweight and a bit what some people might call useless on the field, you're going to probably get picked on," junior rugby league teammate Daniel Tuite told The Australian.
Tuite said even back then Tarrant kept to himself.
After high school he landed a job at Big River Gym in his hometown. He worked there from 2009 until 2011.
The gym's manager, Tracey Gray, said Tarrant was dedicated to physical fitness.
"He would train a lot, and some could say quite excessively, but then he was passionate about health and fitness and making those changes in his personal space."
Fitness was a passion he shared with his father Rodney, an avid runner and triathlete.
In 2010, Rodney died at age 49 following a diagnosis of mesothelioma - an aggressive and deadly form of cancer.
According to all accounts Rodney and his son were close, and many speculated it was the loss of his father that started the younger Tarrant's descent.
Wandering the world, looking for purpose
About a year after his father's death Tarrant introduced himself to Aussie Stock Forums, saying he had came into the ownership of about $500,000.
"Recently came into contact with a bit of capital due to the passing away of my father.
"Really don't want to lose the money as he paid for it with 30+ years of his life," his introductory post said.
He asked for investment and life advice from those on the forum.
"You need to change your whole vibe, IMO," one user later told him.
"Based on what you're saying, you have no self-confidence or self-respect, but it's those very attitudes that are needed for success in any endeavour."
Tarrant responded: "My self respect is through the roof, I can truly do anything I put my mind to."
"I am a goddamn monster of willpower, I just need a goal or object to work towards."
On the forum he mulled joining the Australian Defence Force, getting into the real estate industry, or even operating some kind of Australia-wide online brothel.
None of it came to fruition.
Most of his posts were flippant and it seems by August he still had not found a goal or objective.
His calls for advice - financial or otherwise - ended.
Soon after Tarrant began to travel the world.
He visited vast swathes of Asia and Europe.
It appeared he was particularly interested in the countries which had sat on the shifting borders between the Ottoman Empire and Europe during the late medieval and early modern eras.
He visited many sites of historical battles between European nations and the Turkish caliphate.
His grandmother, Marie Fitzgerald
, told 9News she believed those travels had changed him.
"It's only since he travelled overseas I think that boy has changed - completely to the boy we knew."
A recluse in New Zealand's south
Around August 2017 he moved to Dunedin, by which time - according to himself - he had already decided on carrying out some kind of extremist attack.
He claimed New Zealand was initially intended as only a training ground, but a month later he applied for a New Zealand firearms licence.
In October 2017 he was interviewed at his Somerville Street home by a vetting officer and a month later granted the licence.
Soon after he started stockpiling firearms and ammunition.
Neighbours of his Andersons Bay duplex flat said any interactions with Tarrant were brief and unremarkable.
He was polite, but kept to himself and no one recalled any other vehicles or people coming or going from the flat.
From early 2018 he practiced shooting at the Bruce Rifle Club, just out of Milton - about 50 kilometres south of Dunedin.
He was also a member of a South Dunedin gym.
A staff member described him as a "loner with a lot of money, but no job".
His membership was paid in full and put on hold in October 2018 as he took his final trip overseas.
He visited Pakistan, spending time in the north of the country along the border with Afghanistan.
His social media from the time suggested he also visited parts of Europe during the trip.
According to The Australian
, his mother and her partner visited him around Christmas 2018.
She found him living in "hermit-like isolation" in uninviting conditions. There were not even sheets on his bed.
Marie Fitzgerald later recalled her daughter's details of the visit for The Sydney Morning Herald.
"They just thought he was in a bad place then because he got the guns out of the car and showed them that he had guns. If your son does things like that you think 'My God'. He said he was in a rifle club or something. It wasn't the best thing to be in but he had to occupy his time somehow.
"They never told me for ages [upon their return] that he wasn't in a good place. The place he had, there was no place for visitors. Sharon felt that he was in the wrong state of mind."
On 9 January 2019 he renewed his Subaru Outback's licence online, but he only paid for two months registration, though until 16 March 2019 perhaps indicating he had an end date in mind.
The day before the 15 March attacks he posted links on his Facebook profile to 43 different articles, videos and webpages which collectively give a glimpse into his hateful, racist and distorted anti-immigrant worldview, posting similar content to Twitter on the same day.
He also changed his profile picture to a meme of an Australian 'ocker' brandishing a beer bottle with the words "Hold still while I glass you" written across the image. A meme popular among a group of Australian white supremacists on Twitter.
Another Coward Christianist Colonial Mass Murder of brown people in Aotearoa
On 15 March 2019, firearms and ammunition packed into his Subaru Outback along with canisters of fuel, he made the 360km trip north to Christchurch.
On that afternoon he sent final farewells to his mother and his coterie of anonymous online acquaintances.
According to The Australian
, he messaged his mother to tell her she would read and hear terrible things about him, but he had decided on his purpose and it was no reflection on her.
Just how alone he was at that moment was exemplified in his last message to 8chan.
"It's been a long ride and ... you are all top blokes and the best bunch of cobbers a man could ask for," Tarrant posted.
His friends were faceless, his interactions existent only in cyberspace.
At 1.33pm he began livestreaming to his Facebook profile.
Tarrant drove the short distance around the block from Leslie Hills Drive, in an industrial estate in the suburb of Riccarton - east of Christchurch's central city, to Deans Avenue where Al Noor Mosque is located.
At 1.36pm, he pulled to the side of the road only a few hundred metres from the mosque. He sat there for just over a minute before saying "All right, time's up", pulling back into the traffic and continuing towards the mosque.
At 1.40pm he approached the front door armed with a shotgun and semi-automatic rifle, and opened fire.
Six minutes later he left for Linwood Mosque to continue his attack.
In just 15 minutes 49 people were dead.
Soon after another died in Christchurch Hospital, and in the weeks following the toll rose to 51.
Forty more were wounded but survived.
Their stories will be heard over the coming days as New Zealand's first convicted terrorist is held to account for his horrific actions 529 days ago." https://www.rnz.co.nz/news/national/424297/christchurch-mosque-attack-victims-address-gunman-we-did-not-deserve-your-actions Tim Brown
The bravery of Christchurch terror attack victim, Naeem Rashid, saved the lives of others.
Naeem Rashid charged at Brenton Harrison Tarrant as he sprayed bullets around Al Noor Mosque at worshippers attempting to escape the main prayer room.
Despite being shot Rashid crashed into the gunman, knocking him onto a knee.
Tarrant is being sentenced in the High Court at Christchurch today for the murder of 51 worshippers at Al Noor Mosque and Linwood Mosque on 15 March 2019.
This is the first time the summary of facts of how Tarrant carried out his crimes has been heard.
The 29 year old sat quietly and emotionless as his actions were detailed in court.
The summary of facts was read this morning, detailing the terrorist's bloody attack.
Heavily armed and wearing a full tactical vest with at least seven fully loaded firearms magazines and a bayonet-style knife attached, Tarrant entered the grounds of Al Noor Mosque and opened fire shortly after the beginning of Jumu'ah.
In his car were more firearms and incendiary devices fashioned from petrol cannisters.
The summary detailed how Rashid's actions saved lives by allowing others to escape the prayer room after Tarrant entered the mosque.
"The main prayer room is a large open-plan room with few exits. At this time there were in excess of 120 worshippers present. On hearing the first shots this large group had moved en masse towards the only two exits - one in the north-eastern corner and one in the south-eastern corner," the summary said.
"In these corners the worshippers were huddled together and on top of each other attempting to hide from the defendant as there was nowhere for them to escape in the open room.
"The defendant turned to his right and fired 32 shots from his AR-15 into the mass of people in the north-eastern corner of the room. The rate of fire was extremely high and the defendant moved the AR-15 across and back many times.
"While continuing to fire into this group the defendant turned his head and looked at a similar group of people huddled together trying to escape through a single-exit door located in the south-eastern corner of the room.
"The defendant turned the firearm towards the south-eastern mass of people. As he did this, Naeem Rashid ran at the defendant from the south-eastern corner of the room.
"When Mr Rashid was approximately one metre from the defendant, the defendant swung the AR-15 around and fired four shots at point-blank range with one shot hitting Mr Rashid's left shoulder.
"Mr Rashid crashed into the defendant and the defendant went down on one knee. The impact dislodged one of the ammunition magazines from the defendant's tactical vest.
"Mr Rashid's actions allowed a number of other worshippers to escape."
Tarrant shot the injured man three more times - killing him.
He murdered 44 people at the mosque and 35 others suffered gunshot wounds.
The terrorist then drove to Linwood Mosque, where he killed seven more and injured five others.
Prosecutor Barnaby Hawes told the court Tarrant was amused by what he had done at Al Noor Mosque.
"The defendant drove away at a high speed. During this journey the defendant was talking and laughing about various aspects of what had occurred and what was occurring as a form of commentary."
Planning and reconnaissance
The summary revealed Tarrant modified his high-powered rifles, purchased legally using a New Zealand firearms licence.
He utilised military-specification sighting systems and telescopic sights. He also modified the triggers to allow him to fire the guns at a faster rate.
He also bought some 7000 rounds of ammunition.
The terrorist used the internet to obtain information about mosques around New Zealand including detailed plans, interior pictures, and details such as prayer times and important dates in the Islamic calendar.
On 8 January 2019, he travelled to Christchurch from his home in Dunedin to carry out reconnaissance of Al Noor Mosque.
Taking a position across the road, he flew a drone over the mosque and recorded an aerial view of its grounds and buildings.
"The defendant then flew the drone back over the Al Noor Mosque, in particular the entry and exit doors," the summary of facts said.
"From this time the Al Noor Mosque and the Linwood Islamic Centre became his primary targets to attack. He also planned to attack the Ashburton Mosque after leaving the Linwood Islamic Centre.
"The defendant made detailed notes regarding the timings as to entry to the mosques and anticipated times for carrying out the attacks and travelling between the mosques.
"The planned time for entry was to ensure the maximum number of worshippers would be present.
"The defendant analysed the mosque layouts to determine likely exit routes fleeing worshippers might utilise."
The terrorist's explanation
Following the attack on Linwood Islamic Centre, Tarrant left along Linwood Avenue before turning right into Aldwins Road and right onto Brougham Street.
Two police officers in a patrol car were able to ram his vehicle and arrest him without resistance.
During his interview with police he admitted carrying out the attacks and said he went into both mosques with the intention of killing as many people as he could.
"He admitted that the incendiary devices were to burn the mosques down and said he wished he had done so," the summary said.
"He stated that he wanted to have shot more people than he did and was on the way to another mosque in Ashburton to carry out another attack when he was stopped.
"In his interview the defendant referred to his attacks as 'terror attacks'. He further stated the attacks were motivated by his ideological beliefs and he intended to instil fear into those he described as 'invaders' including the Muslim population or more generally non-European immigrants."
Attacker 'misguided and misled'
Victims of the attack have started reading their victim impact statements.
Gamal Fouda, Imam of the Al Noor Mosque, addressed the gunman directly as he read his statement.
Fouda was starting a sermon when the gunman entered the mosque.
"You were misguided and misled," he told Tarrant.
"We are a peaceful and loving community. We did not deserve your actions.
"We go to the mosque for peace and worship.
"Your hatred is unnecessary. If you have done anything you have brought the community closer together with your evil actions."
The convicted terrorist made eye contact with the Imam, but did not react in anyway.
He sat emotionless, shackled and surrounded by Corrections officers.
The parents of Ata Elayyan told the convicted terrorist they would never forgive him for taking their son's life.
Ata Elayyan was murdered at Al Noor Mosque.
Ata's father, Mohammad Alayan, recited the Quran to the court.
Earlier on 15 March 2019, he had swapped cars with Ata so he could move property from his apartment.
Alayan told his son to come to Al Noor Mosque early so "he could gain maximum rewards from this blessed day" and swap cars again.
"The day started beautifully - there is no match for Ata's wonderful smile to make a day," he said.
He had met with other organisers at the mosque before prayers began.
The details of the shooting were vague, but he remembered being in severe pain spiritually.
"I was in a state of deep worry about my beloved son praying to Allah that Ata was delayed from coming to the mosque and also in deep sadness for my beloved dead brothers next to me," he said.
They had no news about Ata that day.
"For three days we did not have any news on our beloved Ata.
"Then the devastating news came. Ata had passed away."
When he finally saw Ata's body he was "sitting in his casket as beautiful as an angel with a beautiful smile on his face".
Ata's mother, Maysoon Salama, told Tarrant he had not only killed her son, but his own humanity.
"You gave yourself the authority to take the souls of 51 innocent people. Their only crime in your eyes was being Muslim," she said to him.
"You terrorised the whole of New Zealand and saddened the world. You killed your own humanity and I don't think the world will forgive you for your horrible crime against humanity."
She called on Allah to ensure he would face the most severe punishment in the hereafter.
"You transgressed and you thought you could break us. You failed miserably.
"Our beloved ones are martyrs."
Ata's mother, Maysoon Salama, told Tarrant he had not only killed her son but his own humanity.
She said she doesn't believe the world will ever forgive him."
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2020.08.19 13:07 ThePerito This Friday August 21 8pm; Cultural exchange with /r/Berlin. They're here to show their support during the difficult times.
- Event Date: Friday August 21
- Event Time: 8 PM Beirut Time
team reached out and asked us to arrange a cultural exchange. They want to support us during the difficult times and ask us about what's going on in Lebanon.
The cultural exchange will be held on Friday August 21 at 8pm Beirut Time. People in Lebanon are in lockdown so we thought it would be a good time for the exchange.
Feel free to ask our friends at /Berlin
anything (life in Berlin, Politics, immigration, COVID-19 .. etc)
Quick Introduction about Berlin:
History of Berlin
Originally there were 2 settlements on either side of the Spree River, Colln and Berlin. Colln was first mentioned in 1237, Berlin in 1244. In 1432 Berlin and Colln were formally united as one city, Berlin. The Black Plague struck Berlin in 1576, 1598 and 1699 and the city was devastated by the Thirty Years War (1618-1648). Berlin’s population dropped to around 6,000, but by the late 17th century the population of Berlin rose rapidly, helped by French Protestants fleeing religious persecution. By the early 18th century the population of Berlin was over 50,000. In 1871 Berlin became the capital of Germany and by 1877 its population had reached 1 million. The time from 1877 to around 1914 is called the Founders’ Period in Germany, many people moved to the cities in the unified Germany, the country industrialized and this is when almost all of the “old” houses were built in Berlin. Back then they were overcrowded damp cells, with shared toilets, today they are sought-after apartments in central parts of the city.
In 1933 Hitler came to power. In 1936 the Olympic Games were held in Berlin. In 1938 during Kristallnacht many Jewish properties were looted and burned. Before WWII, about 160,000 Jews lived in Berlin (1925), almost all of them were murdered in the Holocaust, many of the survivors left the country. Today there is a vibrant Jewish community in Berlin of around 30,000, even though anti-Semitism is still a problem for the city. The war left Berlin in ruins and afterwards Berlin was divided into sectors, Soviet, French, British and American. In 1948 the Soviets tried to annex the whole and on 24 June 1948 they cut all road and rail links to the allied sectors in West Berlin. That’s when the allies started the Berlin airlift. On 12 May 1949, the Soviets backed down and ended the blockade, but in 1961 the Communists surrounded West Berlin with a wall and anyone trying to cross it was shot. During this time, many guest workers came to both East and West Berlin and today you can see how that changed the culture of the city. The most popular Berlin dish is the Döner Kebab from Turkey and the very first mention of this tasty food in Berlin was in 1972 at Zoologischer Garten Station. The Berlin Wall was demolished in 1989 and Berlin became the capital of a reunited Germany in 1991. In 2006 Berlin hosted the World Cup. The same year, 2006 Berlin Central Station opened. Today Berlin is a flourishing city, construction cranes and road construction are a common sight. The population of Berlin is 3.4 million. We don’t mention the new airport… but it should open by the end of this year…
Typical Berlin Dishes
Here are the dishes you must absolutely try while you are in Berlin:
- Currywurst - Curry 36 is a good place to try a Currywurst mit Pommes. Don't order a currywurst at a restaurant; it's meant to be ordered at a kiosk and eaten with a plastic fork from a cardboard plate.
- Döner kebab - A staple food that can be found anywhere in Berlin. The best kebab places are kept secret, but the worst kebabs always come from tourist areas.
- Gemüse döner (also called a chicken döner)
- Bread with lard (Stulle mit Schmalz)
- Potato soup (Kartoffelsuppe)
- You can also try a Berliner, it’s a jelly filled donut. Although we call it a Pfannkuchen and it’s the rest of Germany that calls it a Berliner. Berliner is also what a person from Berlin is called.
Berlin is known for its music scene and clubs. There is something for everyone in this city, from 3 full sized orchestras playing regularly, to hundreds of techno parties happening each night. Of course, right now, not so much because of Covid-19. But you may still hear techno everywhere, from a bike rider blasting it while riding through the city to people dancing at a lake. Berlin is surrounded by hundreds of lakes and it may not be the seaside, but there are plenty of sandy beaches sprinkled around the city. Berghain is still the biggest, most famous club in Berlin, if you're willing to queue for a few hours. Matrix is the "shitty club tourists go to". Everything else is somewhere in the middle.
3 things to know if you ever visit
Always have some cash with you. Credit and debit cards are rarely accepted for small transactions. Not all restaurants accept cards and most bakeries and food kiosks don't accept cards.
Most people in the tourist industry speak English. It's still polite to ask if they speak English, and not just assume they do.
Don't walk on the bike path! The red paths on the sidewalk are bicycle paths. If you hear a cyclist ring their bell, you are probably standing on one. This makes cyclists truly angry.
You can get a general vibe of what people talk about here and what is important from the topics included in our wiki: https://www.reddit.com/berlin/wiki/index
Just by skimming through it, you'll see that Berlin’s bar culture is something unique, that the vegan and vegetarian community here is very strong, that weed is illegal but tolerated by the police, you won’t find an apartment and that your bike will be stolen from you. It’s hard to summarize Berlin because Berlin has its own unique take on everything, but perhaps you’ll get a sense of us, Berliner and the city from this cultural exchange with /Berlin!
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2020.08.13 22:21 OB8O Every Legal 4-Letter Word In Scrabble
AAHS AALS ABAC ABAS ABBA ABBE ABBS ABED ABET ABID ABLE ABLY ABOS ABRI ABUT ABYE ABYS ACAI ACCA ACED ACER ACES ACHE ACHY ACID ACME ACNE ACRE ACTA ACTS ACYL ADAW ADDS ADDY ADIT ADOS ADRY ADZE AEON AERO AERY AESC AFAR AFFY AFRO AGAR AGAS AGED AGEE AGEN AGER AGES AGHA AGIN AGIO AGLU AGLY AGMA AGOG AGON AGUE AHED AHEM AHIS AHOY AIAS AIDA AIDE AIDS AIGA AILS AIMS AINE AINS AIRN AIRS AIRT AIRY AITS AITU AJAR AJEE AKAS AKED AKEE AKES AKIN ALAE ALAN ALAP ALAR ALAS ALAY ALBA ALBE ALBS ALCO ALEC ALEE ALEF ALES ALEW ALFA ALFS ALGA ALIF ALIT ALKO ALKY ALLS ALLY ALMA ALME ALMS ALOD ALOE ALOO ALOW ALPS ALSO ALTO ALTS ALUM ALUS AMAH AMAS AMBO AMEN AMES AMIA AMID AMIE AMIN AMIR AMIS AMLA AMMO AMOK AMPS AMUS AMYL ANAL ANAN ANAS ANCE ANDS ANES ANEW ANGA ANIL ANIS ANKH ANNA ANNO ANNS ANOA ANON ANOW ANSA ANTA ANTE ANTI ANTS ANUS APAY APED APER APES APEX APOD APOS APPS APSE APSO APTS AQUA ARAK ARAR ARBA ARBS ARCH ARCO ARCS ARDS AREA ARED AREG ARES ARET AREW ARFS ARGH ARIA ARID ARIL ARIS ARKS ARLE ARMS ARMY ARNA AROW ARPA ARSE ARSY ARTI ARTS ARTY ARUM ARVO ARYL ASAR ASCI ASEA ASHY ASKS ASPS ATAP ATES ATMA ATOC ATOK ATOM ATOP ATUA AUAS AUFS AUKS AULA AULD AUNE AUNT AURA AUTO AVAL AVAS AVEL AVER AVES AVID AVOS AVOW AWAY AWDL AWED AWEE AWES AWFY AWKS AWLS AWNS AWNY AWOL AWRY AXAL AXED AXEL AXES AXIL AXIS AXLE AXON AYAH AYES AYIN AYRE AYUS AZAN AZON AZYM
BAAL BAAS BABA BABE BABU BABY BACH BACK BACS BADE BADS BAEL BAFF BAFT BAGH BAGS BAHT BAHU BAIL BAIT BAJU BAKE BALD BALE BALK BALL BALM BALS BALU BAMS BANC BAND BANE BANG BANI BANK BANS BANT BAPS BAPU BARB BARD BARE BARF BARK BARM BARN BARP BARS BASE BASH BASK BASS BAST BATE BATH BATS BATT BAUD BAUK BAUR BAWD BAWL BAWN BAWR BAYE BAYS BAYT BEAD BEAK BEAM BEAN BEAR BEAT BEAU BECK BEDE BEDS BEDU BEEF BEEN BEEP BEER BEES BEET BEGO BEGS BEIN BELL BELS BELT BEMA BEND BENE BENI BENJ BENS BENT BERE BERG BERK BERM BEST BETA BETE BETH BETS BEVY BEYS BHAI BHAT BHEL BHUT BIAS BIBB BIBS BICE BIDE BIDI BIDS BIEN BIER BIFF BIGA BIGG BIGS BIKE BILE BILK BILL BIMA BIND BINE BING BINK BINS BINT BIOG BIOS BIRD BIRK BIRL BIRO BIRR BISE BISH BISK BIST BITE BITO BITS BITT BIZE BLAB BLAD BLAE BLAG BLAH BLAM BLAT BLAW BLAY BLEB BLED BLEE BLET BLEW BLEY BLIN BLIP BLIT BLOB BLOC BLOG BLOT BLOW BLUB BLUE BLUR BOAB BOAK BOAR BOAS BOAT BOBA BOBS BOCK BODE BODS BODY BOEP BOET BOFF BOGS BOGY BOHO BOHS BOIL BOIS BOKE BOKO BOKS BOLA BOLD BOLE BOLL BOLO BOLT BOMA BOMB BONA BOND BONE BONG BONK BONY BOOB BOOH BOOK BOOL BOOM BOON BOOR BOOS BOOT BOPS BORA BORD BORE BORK BORM BORN BORS BORT BOSH BOSK BOSS BOTA BOTE BOTH BOTS BOTT BOUK BOUN BOUT BOWL BOWR BOWS BOXY BOYF BOYG BOYO BOYS BOZO BRAD BRAE BRAG BRAK BRAN BRAS BRAT BRAW BRAY BRED BREE BREI BREN BRER BREW BREY BRIE BRIG BRIK BRIM BRIN BRIO BRIS BRIT BROD BROG BROO BROS BROW BRRR BRUS BRUT BRUX BUAT BUBA BUBO BUBS BUBU BUCK BUDA BUDI BUDO BUDS BUFF BUFO BUGS BUHL BUHR BUIK BUKE BULB BULK BULL BUMF BUMP BUMS BUNA BUND BUNG BUNK BUNN BUNS BUNT BUOY BURA BURB BURD BURG BURK BURL BURN BURP BURR BURS BURY BUSH BUSK BUSS BUST BUSY BUTE BUTS BUTT BUYS BUZZ BYDE BYES BYKE BYRE BYRL BYTE
CAAS CABA CABS CACA CACK CADE CADI CADS CAFE CAFF CAGE CAGS CAGY CAID CAIN CAKE CAKY CALF CALK CALL CALM CALO CALP CALX CAMA CAME CAMO CAMP CAMS CANE CANG CANN CANS CANT CANY CAPA CAPE CAPH CAPI CAPO CAPS CARB CARD CARE CARK CARL CARN CARP CARR CARS CART CASA CASE CASH CASK CAST CATE CATS CAUF CAUK CAUL CAUM CAUP CAVA CAVE CAVY CAWK CAWS CAYS CEAS CECA CEDE CEDI CEES CEIL CELL CELS CELT CENS CENT CEPE CEPS CERE CERO CERT CESS CETE CHAD CHAI CHAL CHAM CHAO CHAP CHAR CHAS CHAT CHAV CHAW CHAY CHEF CHER CHEW CHEZ CHIA CHIB CHIC CHID CHIK CHIN CHIP CHIS CHIT CHIV CHIZ CHOC CHOG CHON CHOP CHOU CHOW CHUB CHUG CHUM CHUR CHUT CIAO CIDE CIDS CIEL CIGS CILL CINE CION CIRE CIRL CIST CITE CITO CITS CITY CIVE CLAD CLAG CLAM CLAN CLAP CLAT CLAW CLAY CLEF CLEG CLEM CLEW CLIP CLIT CLOD CLOG CLON CLOP CLOT CLOU CLOW CLOY CLUB CLUE COAL COAT COAX COBB COBS COCA COCH COCK COCO CODA CODE CODS COED COFF COFT COGS COHO COIF COIL COIN COIR COIT COKE COKY COLA COLD COLE COLL COLS COLT COLY COMA COMB COME COMM COMP COMS COND CONE CONF CONI CONK CONN CONS CONY COOF COOK COOL COOM COON COOP COOS COOT COPE COPS COPY CORD CORE CORF CORK CORM CORN CORS CORY COSE COSH COSS COST COSY COTE COTH COTS COTT COUP COUR COVE COWK COWL COWP COWS COWY COXA COXY COYS COZE COZY CRAB CRAG CRAM CRAN CRAP CRAW CRAY CRED CREE CREM CREW CRIA CRIB CRIM CRIS CRIT CROC CROG CROP CROW CRUD CRUE CRUS CRUX CUBE CUBS CUDS CUED CUES CUFF CUIF CUIT CUKE CULL CULM CULT CUMS CUNT CUPS CURB CURD CURE CURF CURL CURN CURR CURS CURT CUSH CUSK CUSP CUSS CUTE CUTS CWMS CYAN CYMA CYME CYST CYTE CZAR
DAAL DABS DACE DACK DADA DADO DADS DAES DAFF DAFT DAGO DAGS DAHL DAHS DAIS DAKS DALE DALI DALS DALT DAME DAMN DAMP DAMS DANG DANK DANS DANT DAPS DARB DARE DARG DARI DARK DARN DART DASH DATA DATE DATO DAUB DAUD DAUR DAUT DAVY DAWD DAWK DAWN DAWS DAWT DAYS DAZE DEAD DEAF DEAL DEAN DEAR DEAW DEBE DEBS DEBT DECK DECO DEED DEEK DEEM DEEN DEEP DEER DEES DEET DEEV DEFI DEFO DEFT DEFY DEGS DEGU DEID DEIF DEIL DEKE DELE DELF DELI DELL DELO DELS DELT DEME DEMO DEMY DENE DENI DENS DENT DENY DERE DERM DERN DERO DERV DESI DESK DEUS DEVA DEVS DEWS DEWY DEXY DEYS DHAK DHAL DHOL DHOW DIAL DIBS DICE DICH DICK DICT DIDO DIDY DIEB DIED DIEL DIES DIET DIFF DIFS DIGS DIKA DIKE DILL DIME DIMP DIMS DINE DING DINK DINO DINS DINT DIOL DIPS DIPT DIRE DIRK DIRL DIRT DISA DISC DISH DISK DISS DITA DITE DITS DITT DITZ DIVA DIVE DIVI DIVO DIVS DIXI DIXY DIYA DJIN DOAB DOAT DOBS DOBY DOCK DOCO DOCS DODO DODS DOEK DOEN DOER DOES DOFF DOGE DOGS DOGY DOHS DOIT DOJO DOLE DOLL DOLS DOLT DOME DOMS DOMY DONA DONE DONG DONS DOOB DOOK DOOL DOOM DOON DOOR DOOS DOPA DOPE DOPS DOPY DORB DORE DORK DORM DORP DORR DORS DORT DORY DOSE DOSH DOSS DOST DOTE DOTH DOTS DOTY DOUC DOUK DOUM DOUN DOUP DOUR DOUT DOUX DOVE DOWD DOWF DOWL DOWN DOWP DOWS DOWT DOXY DOYS DOZE DOZY DRAB DRAC DRAD DRAG DRAM DRAP DRAT DRAW DRAY DREE DREG DREK DREW DREY DRIB DRIP DROP DROW DRUB DRUG DRUM DRYS DSOS DUAD DUAL DUAN DUAR DUBS DUCE DUCI DUCK DUCT DUDE DUDS DUED DUEL DUES DUET DUFF DUGS DUIT DUKA DUKE DULE DULL DULY DUMA DUMB DUMP DUNE DUNG DUNK DUNS DUNT DUOS DUPE DUPS DURA DURE DURN DURO DURR DUSH DUSK DUST DUTY DWAM DYAD DYED DYER DYES DYKE DYNE DZHO DZOS
EACH EALE EANS EARD EARL EARN EARS EASE EAST EASY EATH EATS EAUS EAUX EAVE EBBS EBON ECAD ECCE ECCO ECHE ECHO ECHT ECOD ECOS ECRU ECUS EDDO EDDY EDGE EDGY EDHS EDIT EECH EELS EELY EERY EEVN EFFS EFTS EGAD EGAL EGER EGGS EGGY EGIS EGMA EGOS EHED EIDE EIKS EILD EINA EINE EISH EKED EKES EKKA ELAN ELDS ELFS ELHI ELKS ELLS ELMS ELMY ELSE ELTS EMES EMEU EMIC EMIR EMIT EMMA EMMY EMOS EMPT EMUS EMYD EMYS ENDS ENES ENEW ENGS ENOL ENOW ENUF ENVY EOAN EONS EORL EPEE EPHA EPIC EPOS ERAS ERED ERES EREV ERGO ERGS ERHU ERIC ERKS ERNE ERNS EROS ERRS ERST ERUV ESES ESKY ESNE ESPY ESSE ESTS ETAS ETAT ETCH ETEN ETHE ETHS ETIC ETNA ETUI EUGE EUGH EUKS EUOI EURO EVEN EVER EVES EVET EVIL EVOE EVOS EWER EWES EWKS EWTS EXAM EXEC EXED EXES EXIT EXON EXPO EXUL EYAS EYED EYEN EYER EYES EYNE EYOT EYRA EYRE EYRY
FAAN FAAS FABS FACE FACT FADE FADO FADS FADY FAFF FAGS FAHS FAIK FAIL FAIN FAIR FAIX FAKE FALL FALX FAME FAND FANE FANG FANK FANO FANS FARD FARE FARL FARM FARO FARS FART FASH FAST FATE FATS FAUN FAUR FAUT FAUX FAVA FAVE FAWN FAWS FAYS FAZE FEAL FEAR FEAT FECK FEDS FEEB FEED FEEL FEEN FEER FEES FEET FEGS FEHM FEHS FEIS FELL FELT FEME FEMS FEND FENI FENS FENT FEOD FERE FERM FERN FESS FEST FETA FETE FETS FETT FEUD FEUS FEWS FEYS FIAR FIAT FIBS FICE FICO FIDO FIDS FIEF FIER FIFE FIGO FIGS FIKE FIKY FILA FILE FILL FILM FILO FILS FIND FINE FINI FINK FINO FINS FIQH FIRE FIRK FIRM FIRN FIRS FISC FISH FISK FIST FITS FITT FIVE FIXT FIZZ FLAB FLAG FLAK FLAM FLAN FLAP FLAT FLAW FLAX FLAY FLEA FLED FLEE FLEG FLEW FLEX FLEY FLIC FLIM FLIP FLIR FLIT FLIX FLOB FLOC FLOE FLOG FLOP FLOR FLOW FLOX FLUB FLUE FLUS FLUX FOAL FOAM FOBS FOCI FOEN FOES FOGS FOGY FOHN FOID FOIL FOIN FOLD FOLK FOND FONE FONS FONT FOOD FOOL FOOT FOPS FORA FORB FORD FORE FORK FORM FORT FOSS FOUD FOUL FOUR FOUS FOWL FOXY FOYS FOZY FRAB FRAE FRAG FRAP FRAS FRAT FRAU FRAY FREE FRET FRIB FRIG FRIS FRIT FRIZ FROE FROG FROM FROS FROW FRUG FUBS FUCI FUCK FUDS FUEL FUFF FUGS FUGU FUJI FULL FUME FUMS FUMY FUND FUNG FUNK FUNS FURL FURR FURS FURY FUSC FUSE FUSS FUST FUTZ FUZE FUZZ FYCE FYKE FYLE FYRD
GABS GABY GADE GADI GADS GAED GAEN GAES GAFF GAGA GAGE GAGS GAID GAIN GAIR GAIT GAJO GAKS GALA GALE GALL GALS GAMA GAMB GAME GAMP GAMS GAMY GANE GANG GANS GANT GAOL GAPE GAPO GAPS GAPY GARB GARE GARI GARS GART GASH GASP GAST GATE GATH GATS GAUD GAUM GAUN GAUP GAUR GAUS GAVE GAWD GAWK GAWP GAWS GAYS GAZE GAZY GEAL GEAN GEAR GEAT GECK GEDS GEED GEEK GEEP GEES GEEZ GEIT GELD GELS GELT GEMS GENA GENE GENS GENT GENU GEOS GERE GERM GERS GERT GEST GETA GETS GEUM GHAT GHEE GHIS GIBE GIBS GIDS GIED GIEN GIES GIFT GIGA GIGS GILA GILD GILL GILT GIMP GING GINK GINN GINS GIOS GIPS GIRD GIRL GIRN GIRO GIRR GIRT GISM GIST GITE GITS GIVE GIZZ GJUS GLAD GLAM GLED GLEE GLEG GLEI GLEN GLEY GLIA GLIB GLID GLIM GLIT GLOB GLOM GLOP GLOW GLUE GLUG GLUM GLUT GNAR GNAT GNAW GNOW GNUS GOAD GOAF GOAL GOAS GOAT GOBI GOBO GOBS GOBY GODS GOEL GOER GOES GOEY GOFF GOGO GOJI GOLD GOLE GOLF GOLP GONE GONG GONK GONS GOOD GOOF GOOG GOOK GOOL GOON GOOP GOOR GOOS GORA GORE GORI GORM GORP GORY GOSH GOSS GOTH GOUK GOUT GOVS GOWD GOWF GOWK GOWL GOWN GOYS GRAB GRAD GRAM GRAN GRAT GRAV GRAY GREE GREN GREW GREX GREY GRID GRIG GRIM GRIN GRIP GRIS GRIT GROG GROK GROT GROW GRRL GRUB GRUE GRUM GUAN GUAR GUBS GUCK GUDE GUES GUFF GUGA GUID GULA GULE GULF GULL GULP GULS GULY GUMP GUMS GUNG GUNK GUNS GUPS GURL GURN GURS GURU GUSH GUST GUTS GUVS GUYS GYAL GYBE GYMP GYMS GYNY GYPS GYRE GYRI GYRO GYTE GYVE
HAAF HAAR HABU HACK HADE HADJ HADS HAED HAEM HAEN HAES HAET HAFF HAFT HAGG HAGS HAHA HAHS HAIK HAIL HAIN HAIR HAJI HAJJ HAKA HAKE HAKU HALE HALF HALL HALM HALO HALT HAME HAMS HAND HANG HANK HANT HAOS HAPS HAPU HARD HARE HARK HARL HARM HARN HARO HARP HART HASH HASK HASP HASS HAST HATE HATH HATS HAUD HAUF HAUL HAUT HAVE HAWK HAWM HAWS HAYS HAZE HAZY HEAD HEAL HEAP HEAR HEAT HEBE HECH HECK HEED HEEL HEFT HEHS HEID HEIL HEIR HELD HELE HELL HELM HELO HELP HEME HEMP HEMS HEND HENS HENT HEPS HEPT HERB HERD HERE HERL HERM HERN HERO HERS HERY HESP HEST HETE HETH HETS HEWN HEWS HEYS HICK HIDE HIED HIES HIGH HIKE HILA HILD HILI HILL HILT HIMS HIND HING HINS HINT HIOI HIPS HIPT HIRE HISH HISN HISS HIST HITS HIVE HIYA HIZZ HOAR HOAS HOAX HOBO HOBS HOCK HODS HOED HOER HOES HOGG HOGH HOGS HOHA HOHS HOIK HOKA HOKE HOKI HOLD HOLE HOLK HOLM HOLP HOLS HOLT HOLY HOMA HOME HOMO HOMS HOMY HOND HONE HONG HONK HONS HOOD HOOF HOOK HOON HOOP HOOR HOOT HOPE HOPS HORA HORE HORI HORN HORS HOSE HOSS HOST HOTE HOTS HOUF HOUR HOUT HOVE HOWE HOWF HOWK HOWL HOWS HOYA HOYS HUBS HUCK HUED HUER HUES HUFF HUGE HUGS HUGY HUHU HUIA HUIC HUIS HULA HULE HULK HULL HUMA HUMF HUMP HUMS HUNG HUNH HUNK HUNS HUNT HUPS HURL HURT HUSH HUSK HUSO HUSS HUTS HWAN HWYL HYED HYEN HYES HYKE HYLA HYLE HYMN HYPE HYPO HYPS HYTE
IAMB IBEX IBIS ICED ICER ICES ICHS ICKY ICON IDEA IDEE IDEM IDES IDLE IDLY IDOL IDYL IFFY IGAD IGGS IGLU IKAN IKAT IKON ILEA ILEX ILIA ILKA ILKS ILLS ILLY IMAM IMID IMMY IMPI IMPS INBY INCH INFO INGO INGS INIA INKS INKY INLY INNS INRO INTI INTO IONS IOTA IRED IRES IRID IRIS IRKS IRON ISBA ISIT ISLE ISMS ISNA ISOS ITAS ITCH ITEM IURE IWIS IXIA IZAR
JAAP JABS JACK JADE JAFA JAGA JAGG JAGS JAIL JAKE JAKS JAMB JAMS JANE JANN JAPE JAPS JARK JARL JARP JARS JASP JASS JASY JATO JAUK JAUP JAVA JAWS JAXY JAYS JAZY JAZZ JEAN JEAT JEDI JEED JEEL JEEP JEER JEES JEEZ JEFE JEFF JEHU JELL JEON JERK JESS JEST JETE JETS JEUX JEWS JIAO JIBB JIBE JIBS JIFF JIGS JILL JILT JIMP JINK JINN JINS JINX JIRD JISM JIVE JIVY JIZZ JOBE JOBS JOCK JOCO JOES JOEY JOGS JOHN JOIN JOKE JOKY JOLE JOLL JOLS JOLT JOMO JONG JOOK JORS JOSH JOSS JOTA JOTS JOUK JOUR JOWL JOWS JOYS JUBA JUBE JUCO JUDO JUDS JUDY JUGA JUGS JUJU JUKE JUKU JUMP JUNK JUPE JURA JURE JURY JUST JUTE JUTS JUVE JYNX
KAAL KAAS KABS KACK KADE KADI KAED KAES KAFS KAGO KAGU KAID KAIE KAIF KAIK KAIL KAIM KAIN KAIS KAKA KAKI KAKS KALE KALI KAMA KAME KAMI KANA KANE KANG KANS KANT KAON KAPA KAPH KARA KARK KARN KARO KART KATA KATI KATS KAVA KAWA KAWS KAYO KAYS KAZI KBAR KEAS KEBS KECK KEDS KEEF KEEK KEEL KEEN KEEP KEET KEFS KEGS KEIR KEKS KELL KELP KELT KEMB KEMP KENO KENS KENT KEPI KEPS KEPT KERB KERF KERN KERO KESH KEST KETA KETE KETO KETS KEWL KEYS KHAF KHAN KHAT KHET KHIS KHOR KHUD KIBE KICK KIDS KIEF KIER KIEV KIFF KIFS KIKE KILD KILL KILN KILO KILP KILT KINA KIND KINE KING KINK KINO KINS KIPE KIPP KIPS KIRK KIRN KIRS KISH KISS KIST KITE KITH KITS KIVA KIWI KLAP KLIK KNAG KNAP KNAR KNEE KNEW KNIT KNOB KNOP KNOT KNOW KNUB KNUR KNUT KOAN KOAP KOAS KOBO KOBS KOEL KOFF KOHA KOHL KOIS KOJI KOKA KOLA KOLO KOND KONK KONS KOOK KOPH KOPS KORA KORE KORO KORS KORU KOSS KOTO KOWS KRAB KRIS KSAR KUDO KUDU KUEH KUES KUFI KUIA KUKU KULA KUNA KUNE KURI KURU KUTA KUTI KUTU KUZU KVAS KYAK KYAR KYAT KYBO KYES KYLE KYND KYNE KYPE KYTE KYUS
LABS LACE LACK LACS LACY LADE LADS LADY LAER LAGS LAHS LAIC LAID LAIK LAIN LAIR LAKE LAKH LAKY LALL LAMA LAMB LAME LAMP LAMS LANA LAND LANE LANG LANK LANT LANX LAPS LARD LARE LARI LARK LARN LARS LASE LASH LASS LAST LATE LATH LATI LATS LATU LAUD LAUF LAVA LAVE LAVS LAWK LAWN LAWS LAYS LAZE LAZO LAZY LEAD LEAF LEAK LEAL LEAM LEAN LEAP LEAR LEAS LEAT LECH LEED LEEK LEEP LEER LEES LEET LEFT LEGS LEHR LEIR LEIS LEKE LEKS LEKU LEME LEND LENG LENO LENS LENT LEPS LEPT LERE LERP LESS LEST LETS LEUD LEVA LEVE LEVO LEVY LEWD LEYS LEZZ LIAR LIAS LIBS LICE LICH LICK LIDO LIDS LIED LIEF LIEN LIER LIES LIEU LIFE LIFT LIGS LIKE LILL LILO LILT LILY LIMA LIMB LIME LIMN LIMO LIMP LIMY LIND LINE LING LINK LINN LINO LINS LINT LINY LION LIPA LIPE LIPO LIPS LIRA LIRE LIRI LIRK LISK LISP LIST LITE LITH LITS LITU LIVE LOAD LOAF LOAM LOAN LOBE LOBI LOBO LOBS LOCA LOCH LOCI LOCK LOCO LODE LODS LOFT LOGE LOGO LOGS LOGY LOID LOIN LOIR LOKE LOLL LOMA LOME LONE LONG LOOF LOOK LOOM LOON LOOP LOOR LOOS LOOT LOPE LOPS LORD LORE LORN LORY LOSE LOSH LOSS LOST LOTA LOTE LOTH LOTI LOTO LOTS LOUD LOUN LOUP LOUR LOUS LOUT LOVE LOWE LOWN LOWP LOWS LOWT LOYS LUAU LUBE LUCE LUCK LUDE LUDO LUDS LUES LUFF LUGE LUGS LUIT LUKE LULL LULU LUMA LUMP LUMS LUNA LUNE LUNG LUNK LUNT LUNY LURE LURK LURS LUSH LUSK LUST LUTE LUTZ LUVS LUXE LWEI LYAM LYCH LYES LYME LYMS LYNE LYNX LYRA LYRE LYSE LYTE
MAAR MAAS MABE MACE MACH MACK MACS MADE MADS MAES MAGE MAGG MAGI MAGS MAHA MAID MAIK MAIL MAIM MAIN MAIR MAKE MAKI MAKO MAKS MALA MALE MALI MALL MALM MALS MALT MAMA MAMS MANA MAND MANE MANG MANI MANO MANS MANY MAPS MARA MARC MARD MARE MARG MARK MARL MARM MARS MART MARY MASA MASE MASH MASK MASS MAST MASU MATE MATH MATS MATT MATY MAUD MAUL MAUN MAUT MAWK MAWN MAWR MAWS MAXI MAYA MAYO MAYS MAZE MAZY MEAD MEAL MEAN MEAT MECK MEDS MEED MEEK MEER MEES MEET MEFF MEGA MEGS MEIN MELA MELD MELL MELS MELT MEME MEMO MEMS MEND MENE MENG MENO MENT MENU MEOU MEOW MERC MERE MERI MERK MERL MESA MESE MESH MESS META METE METH METS MEUS MEVE MEWL MEWS MEZE MEZZ MHOS MIBS MICA MICE MICH MICK MICO MICS MIDI MIDS MIEN MIFF MIGG MIGS MIHA MIHI MIKE MILD MILE MILF MILK MILL MILO MILS MILT MIME MINA MIND MINE MING MINI MINK MINO MINT MINX MINY MIPS MIRE MIRI MIRK MIRO MIRS MIRV MIRY MISE MISO MISS MIST MITE MITT MITY MIXT MIXY MIZZ MNAS MOAI MOAN MOAS MOAT MOBE MOBS MOBY MOCH MOCK MOCS MODE MODI MODS MOER MOES MOFO MOGS MOHR MOIL MOIT MOJO MOKE MOKI MOKO MOLA MOLD MOLE MOLL MOLS MOLT MOLY MOME MOMI MOMS MONA MONG MONK MONO MONS MONY MOOD MOOI MOOK MOOL MOON MOOP MOOR MOOS MOOT MOPE MOPS MOPY MORA MORE MORN MORS MORT MOSE MOSH MOSK MOSS MOST MOTE MOTH MOTI MOTS MOTT MOTU MOUE MOUP MOUS MOVE MOWA MOWN MOWS MOXA MOYA MOYL MOYS MOZE MOZO MOZZ MUCH MUCK MUDS MUFF MUGG MUGS MUID MUIL MUIR MULE MULL MUMM MUMP MUMS MUMU MUNG MUNI MUNS MUNT MUON MURA MURE MURK MURL MURR MUSE MUSH MUSK MUSO MUSS MUST MUTE MUTI MUTS MUTT MUZZ MWAH MYAL MYCS MYNA MYTH MYXO MZEE
NAAM NAAN NABE NABK NABS NACH NADA NADS NAFF NAGA NAGS NAIF NAIK NAIL NAIN NALA NAME NAMS NAMU NANA NANE NANG NANS NAOI NAOS NAPA NAPE NAPS NARC NARD NARE NARK NARY NATS NAVE NAVY NAYS NAZE NAZI NEAL NEAP NEAR NEAT NEBS NECK NEDS NEED NEEM NEEP NEFS NEGS NEIF NEKS NEMA NEMN NENE NEON NEPS NERD NERK NESH NESS NEST NETE NETS NETT NEUK NEUM NEVE NEVI NEWS NEWT NEXT NGAI NIBS NICE NICK NIDE NIDI NIDS NIED NIEF NIES NIFE NIFF NIGH NILL NILS NIMB NIMS NINE NIPA NIPS NIRL NISH NISI NITE NITS NIXE NIXY NOAH NOBS NOCK NODE NODI NODS NOEL NOES NOGG NOGS NOIL NOIR NOLE NOLL NOLO NOMA NOME NOMS NONA NONE NONG NONI NOOB NOOK NOON NOOP NOPE NORI NORK NORM NOSE NOSH NOSY NOTA NOTE NOTT NOUL NOUN NOUP NOUS NOUT NOVA NOWL NOWN NOWS NOWT NOWY NOYS NUBS NUDE NUFF NUKE NULL NUMB NUNS NURD NURL NURR NURS NUTS NYAS NYED NYES
OAFS OAKS OAKY OARS OARY OAST OATH OATS OATY OBAS OBES OBEY OBIA OBIS OBIT OBOE OBOL OBOS OCAS OCCY OCHE OCTA ODAH ODAL ODAS ODDS ODEA ODES ODIC ODOR ODSO ODYL OFAY OFFS OFFY OGAM OGEE OGLE OGRE OHED OHIA OHMS OIKS OILS OILY OINK OINT OKAS OKAY OKEH OKES OKRA OKTA OLDE OLDS OLDY OLEA OLEO OLES OLID OLIO OLLA OLMS OLPE OMBU OMEN OMER OMIT OMOV ONCE ONER ONES ONIE ONLY ONOS ONST ONTO ONUS ONYX OOFS OOFY OOHS OOMS OONS OONT OOPS OOSE OOSY OOTS OOZE OOZY OPAH OPAL OPED OPEN OPES OPPO OPTS OPUS ORAD ORAL ORBS ORBY ORCA ORCS ORDO ORDS ORES ORFE ORFS ORGY ORLE ORRA ORTS ORYX ORZO OSAR OSES OSSA OTIC OTTO OUCH OUDS OUKS OULD OULK OUMA OUPA OUPH OUPS OURN OURS OUST OUTS OUZO OVAL OVEL OVEN OVER OVUM OWED OWER OWES OWLS OWLY OWNS OWRE OWSE OWTS OXEN OXER OXES OXID OXIM OYER OYES OYEZ PAAL
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2020.08.13 22:03 Anathema1444 Dated a stripper, should I respark an old flame?
Before I begin I will give the setting. East coast USA 2011. She was 19 and I was 21 when we started dating. We used to see each other at a bunch of house parties. We always had fun and liked being around each other. She would always ask me for rides home from the parties we went to, hanging out and going to shows, art exhibits, movies - all the cute stuff. I can not even begin to think when it went from a friendship to a relationship because we would hook up all the time at parties and she wanted to see me practically everyday. We went from friends to really good friends to best friends to hooking up and one day she asks me, "are we dating?".
I am originally from balkans so I had no idea how dating culture was in the states except from what I saw in shows like american pie, laguna beach and that MTV show NEXT (strange show tbh). I went along with it and said yes i like you so we are dating. This must have been somewhere between 6 to 8 months in and one night, she was upset while we were out at a party. I try to figure out what is wrong but she was reluctant in saying anything. Whatever I am not really the kind of person to pry so we continue the night. She was off the whole night and when I get her home she tells me that she is a 'gogo dancer'. I had to google what that was and got extremely angry in the first few moments and she started to cry which made me upset so I calmed down and told her it is okay. We can still be together.
It was weird to me because she came from a wealthy family, her mother was good but her father was a piece of shit. So i guess it was daddy issues but I do not know what drove her to that job. No matter, I still liked her and even went to visit her at work sometimes in a gross 'gogo bar' in a shit part of town. She made me happy and I trusted her.
About a year down the line, she became a stripper (I did not know there was a difference at the time) at a strip club in an even shittier part of town. The men that walked into this place were grotesque, on the outside as well as inside. It got to me at this point. I could not handle her working there and I ended things.
Fastforward to now - she has messaged me and wants to see me again. She has got a job as a clerk and has left that life of hers behind. Do I go for it or should I stay firm in my decision all those years ago? What would you do?
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2020.08.11 17:11 Rocknocker OBLIGATORY FILLER MATERIAL – AN EXTRA! “The story can now be told.” Part 1
That reminds me of a story.
One that can now be told. And action taken.
Now that Esme and I are safely out of the Middle East for good, there is a story from a while back I have been planning to write. It’s going to be scathing, derogatory, call spades ‘fucking shovels’, and name names.
It is about the time I was arrested on bullshit, trumped-up civil
charges and thrown into a Muscat Jail until I could come up with 10,000 Omani Rials (US$26,000) to purchase my freedom.
In the 20 or so years my family and I lived and worked in the Sultanate, most were responsible for good memories.
This one event, late in our tenure in Oman, soured it so thoroughly I can recommend Oman to no one wanting to visit the Middle East; much like disrecommending the Middle East for anything travel related. Sure there’s the Little Switzerland in Musandam to the north and the banana groves and frankincense trees in Shalala to the south; but everywhere in Oman you will have to deal with the sad-sacks, flubadubs and third rate hobbyists known as the ROP and the ones pulling their strings, the Diwan of the High Court.
The ROP is shorthand for Royal Omani Police. Or ‘Royal Ostrich Pluckers’ if you’re feeling chipper or the ‘Royally Officious Pricks’ if you’re feeling normal.
They are the most ignorant, ill-informed, indolent group of idiots with which you’ll be forced to tolerate.
Fully composed of Omani locals, it is a ringing testament to the efficacy of the country’s all-encompassing “Omanization” program.
It’s like the flipside of equal employment here in the states.
Here not only do
they ‘legally’ discriminate on race, creed, and color; they don’t
discriminate on ability.
Because they wouldn’t know the process of law, civil rights, or jurisprudence
if it walked up to them, shook their hand, and pissed all over their shoes.
So, before we begin, let me note that this opus will be a wee bit exposition-heavy. I need to set the scene as I realize most of my readers will either think I’m making all this up out of whole cloth or be convinced it’s some sort of Doc Rocknocker potato-juice and citrus inspired fever dream.
This is the story as it happened, in all its inglorious bastardry. Some might think its hyperbole, but I assure you, this is how it went down…
When my youngest daughter graduated from the American School in Muscat, Esme and I decided that since things were at a crossroads, both for my career and the oil industry. It was time to take a furlough, travel back to the states and get a little body work done. I was needing a valve job as I had a congenital heart murmur. It hadn’t been a problem until my later 50’s, but was now kicking up and giving me fits.
As in, it leaked. Therefore my heart was working overtime pushing bodily hemorrhagic hydraulic fluid around my not inconsiderable physique. I was down to around 15% efficiency on the outstroke when I was checked into a local teaching hospital located in FIB-land; that benighted state immediately south of Baja Canada.
It was there instead of the fine medical facilities of Baja Canada as Daughter #1 was studying for her DVM at a main FIB-land campus. Besides, I found out that I’d been having several semi-painless heart attacks, or ‘events’, as my cardiologist termed them, and was in no shape to travel.
This was just after flying some 17,500 Km from the Middle East.
I was slated to undergo a double-bypass and valve job, utilizing a bovine valve as I was too large for a typical human cadaver or porcine valve. However I needed 3 months to get back into fine fighting form before I could handle the open-heart surgery.
This was going to be a very long three months, indeed.
Now, exposition time.
In our stay in Muscat for the 18 previous years, we’ve had our identities stolen a total of three times. Someone, as it was discovered, inside Bank Muscat was taking and selling credit card, bank account, and associated financial information. These were being sold to villains, thieves, knee-walking turkeys, and other forms of marchers in the constant parade of human debris globally.
I’d get notifications of plane tickets being charged to my account in Lagos, mattresses and bedding in Mexico City, and meals and groceries in Buenos Aires.
All with the same timestamp.
Either I was the Flash or my credit info had been, if you’ll pardon the pun, swiped again.
I had to show up in Ruwi, the municipal borough south of Muscat. Then go to the Bank Muscat headquarters with my passport and prove that I wasn’t simultaneously in Nigeria, Mexico, and Argentina.
Thereupon, I’d sit with a yellow marker, a straightedge, and a sour countenance.
I was marking those entries that were not
legitimate. I used a lot of yellow marker back in those days. It cost the bank hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of Omani Rials in write-downs.
Yet, it happened again about a year later, and again just before we left the Sultanate for our medical sabbatical.
It was this last one that was the catalyst for this entry.
I did the needful, sat with the head of credit fraud, marked out the illegitimate purchases, this time from Lisbon, St. Petersburg, Cape Town, and Bogotá. I produced my passport proving I wasn’t in Portugal, Russia, South Africa and Colombia yesterday; the date of all the false purchases.
True, there were about OR 1,500 in legitimate charges, for which we paid and for which I had receipts.
Well, this is where things went all sideways.
We left the Sultanate and I was getting back in shape for open-heart surgery. Esme and our Daughters were out shopping; but oddly enough they never used the Bank Muscat card as I had closed the account and destroyed the card.
Or so I had thought.
Anyways, ninety days later, my surgery went off without a hitch. I was, in fact, out on the street a scant six days after my new implant; a new hospital record. They also fitted me for a pacemaker and all the associated wiring, as typically people with new valves after some number of years invariably require a ticker-timer.
Science, people. It’s causality and
correlation in this case.
So, I have about 50 feet of wire and a case for a pacemaker implanted in my chest. It’s a special case, one that’s intrinsically safe as I mentioned that I work with a lot of high energy Radio Frequency and high energy explosives. Since I don’t have the actual ticker-timer implanted yet, and hopefully never will, they’ve made notes to use a special type of shielded pacemaker unit inside the intrinsically safe case.
It would be, what we in the industry call a ‘bad thing’ to have a pacemaker operating at the same frequency as a remote radio-controlled detonator. They will take steps to ensure that doesn’t happen.
Nice, guys. Thanks.
So, I’m recovering at the hotel when Esme walks in after a lunch and shopping, looking like white death. Her back hurts, like a case of very severe indigestion or esophagitis, but it always responds to my ministrations and Rolfing back rubs.
Rolfing as in massage
and not ‘Rolling on the Floor - Laughing’.
Until one fateful Tuesday.
Esme and Daughter #1 come home early as Esme is in obvious distress. Daughter #1 insists we take her to the very same institution from where I just graduated Magna cum laude
, new-valve division.
Es demurs, claims it’s ‘just indigestion’, and refuses to go.
She groused all the way there in the backseat of my daughter’s car.
Into the Emergency Room, they get her vitals and the ER doc pulls me aside to tell me my beloved darling wife is currently having a ‘cardiac event’ and needs immediate testing and palliative medication.
“So, Herr Medico”, I say, “I may just be a Rock Doc, but you’re telling me my darling wife is having a heart attack right now?”
“In a word: yes”, he replies.
“Then what the fuck you doing out here? Get in there and fix her immediately!” I shouted.
He shook his head in agreement, called for a ‘crash cart’, and went to work immediately.
In the next eight hours; Esme, my darling wife, experienced at least six more semi-pain-free ‘cardiac events’, and actually ‘coded’ twice during the night.
That’s right. Esme, my darling wife of 39 years, ‘died’ twice during the night while the medical team paused for her test results.
She was scheduled for immediate bypass surgery in the morning. Daughters #1 and #2 were there for literal moral, emotional, and physical support.
Remember, I’m only three weeks clear of open-heart surgery myself; and it’s a good thing my eldest is used to dealing with large animals. She hip-blocked and slammed me into the sideboards when I nearly went unconscious when I heard that Esme had already been wheeled into the surgical theater.
After some O2, I was fine.
Mentally and emotionally, I was a fucking train wreck.
Esme ‘coded’ three more times on the surgical table. Each time through, they brought her back with science, pharmaceuticals, and their skills.
Pentothal be praised.
After her surgery, I was taken back to the hotel buoyed by the cardiologist’s note that she was in fine form now after her extensive triple bypass surgery. No more coding, but her blood chemistry was a mess, as well you can expect. They were on it; and the overall prognosis was good to great.
I was greatly relieved. I sauntered back to the hotel, killed a short of Wild Turkey 101 Rye and slept the best I’ve snoozed since this whole tribulation commenced.
I recovered from my double-bypass and valve job in six days. Esme was finally released from the hospital a full twenty-two days since she first had ‘died’. We had some serious downtime coming to convalesce and recover. Our plans for a triumphant recent return to the Sultanate had been scuppered.
So, we lived the life of native FIB-landers for a while.
I created my own consulting business, one I could run from our apartment. I needed both the diversion and income. Ragin’ Diplodocus Oil and Gas
did just fine doing due diligence for small operators in the Illinois Basin. I wrote many, many procedural documents for these small operators to maximize their returns during this latest downturn in oil prices and how to best prepare for when they rise again.
As they always do.
Time wore on. Many trips back to the hospital to visit medicos and have them take blood, gesture hypnotically, and divine our future based on the numbers being returned from the testing facilities.
Things were moving along positively, and we began to think of our previous plans and began to think about heading back to the Middle East to finish up a stellar career. It was a good base to be from
I received a call from a service company I did an enormous amount of business with when we were there.
They need an Expat Exploration manager.
Was I interested?
Yes, I was.
So a deal was made in Denmark, on that dark and stormy day.
We OK’ed the agreement after a short Scandinavian holiday that was eventually called on count of rain.
We returned to Muscat, in the Sultanate of Oman and spent 2 months in a hotel while we tried to find appropriate digs for us in which to live. Not too far from the mountains, not too close to swarms of people.
We ended up with a gnarly 6 bedroom villa in Bousher Heights near the mountains in southwest Muscat. Had an Omani landlord who was the finest kind. He was the type of laid-back, friendly, gregarious landlord everyone yearns for and rarely finds.
I made the mistake of thinking: “Great googly-moogly. This is certainly working out well.”
Until a month into our sojourn, I went to take out a bit of weekend cash and noted our Bank Dhofar account had been drained.
Exhausted of all life support.
Of course, the first thing you do is panic. Then you call the wife.
“Esme? What did you buy now? Our balance at the bank is 0.000!” I asked.
“Nothing.” She said, “Must be a bank error.”
“Great”, I replied, expressed my love for her and announced I’d get to the bottom of this mess.
I tooled over to Bank Dhofar and it took almost an hour to find a person with high enough clearance and adequate English to tell me that yes my account had been siphoned. But he couldn’t tell me by whom or for what.
He did note eventually that it was due to an old warrant against me; created, and passed while Esme and I were in the US recovering from heart surgery
After a lot of knees-bent-running-about-advancing-behavior, and really bad noise, I discovered that Bank Muscat never cleared my old account as they said they would. They were holding my present bank account hostage until all 55,000 OR (US$156,000.00) was repaid.
They swore out a warrant for my arrest while we were in the US and not physically in Oman
It was all in Arabic, which I do not read, speak nor give the tiniest shit about. It went through the local Arabic newspapers, again, while Es and I were in the states, and was passed to the local judicial Diwan where it was rubber-stamped as valid.
Now, since it was rubber-stamped as valid by the local Diwan; that meant I had no recourse. No filing for appeal. No rights, as I was just an Expat. And no recourse other than to pay the money. I instantly contacted the US Embassy, and they proved to be, as usual, totally buttfuckingly useless.
I had a bench warrant issued for my immediate arrest and they attached my salary, 100% of it, until I had paid back Bank Muscat what they claimed I owed. No matter how trumped-up, fallacious, and ridiculous the whole scenario was.
So, I immediately opened a new account at a different bank and had my paycheck shipped there monthly. The instant it hit the new bank, I ran to an ATM and drained the account before these bastards could glom onto it.
I also contacted Bank Muscat to go over this now 4-year old banking bullshit and have them provide evidence that I swindled them rather than the other way around.
We met with Bank Muscat meatheaded banking minions several times, and appeared to be making some very slow headway. I provided vouchers, check stubs, electronic receipts, and other forms of evidence that I had paid off my account. We closed the account before we left for the US and our tune-ups. I even provided pictorial evidence that I had sat with the VP of services from Bank Muscat highlighting fraudulent charges.
It was proceeding, albeit very slowly. They had to find these records of ancient history.
Then they had to go with their ‘forensic bankers’, and since it was the Middle East, it went very slowly because of Ramadan, Eid, and all that related Islamic religious bullshittery.
Weeks dragged into months. I hit our new bank every month the minute my phone doinked
that a deposit had been made of my salary. The powers that be were still keeping tabs on my old, now inactive, Bank Dhofar account and never twigged to the fact that I had a new account with a new and different bank.
They’re kind of stupid that way.
Then, one bright Monday night, out of the blue, I receive a phone call.
“Dr. Rocknocker?” the person on the other end of the phone asked.
“Yes?” I replied.
“This is Sgt. Total al-Fuckhead from the ROP. We need for you to drive to the ROP police station in Khuwair immediately. There are a few things that need explaining.”
This had all the earmarks of a set-up. A well-known scam in this part of the world where the local scum and villainy would call claiming to be police and when you arrive, they’d club and rob you blind.
“So sorry, Sgt. Al-Fuckhead”, I replied, “But I don’t know where the Khuwair ROP station is. We’re new here.”
“OK, then”, he agrees, “Meet us at the Starbucks coffee outlet on the Beach road.”
“So sorry, Sgt. Al-Fuckhead”, I replied, “But my wife has the car and is at a teacher’s meeting. We can’t get a cab out here because we’re too far off the grid.”
“Right”, he replies, “We’ll send a car to your location then.”
After 6 hours, and midnight, I retired wondering what the fuck to expect the next day at work, since no one from the ROP managed to arrive at our villa that evening.
Toddling into work the next day it was business as usual. Since I began my day at 0500 so I could personally talk with clients. Since the rest of the benighted Arab world doesn’t begin to ‘work’ until near 1000 hours, I had several hours of uninterrupted productivity.
Until 1030; when minions of the ROP ‘Special Services’ showed up demanding my extradition.
There were two fatback grossero muppets in faded, stained dishdashas and a couple of plain clothes types demanding to know where I was. Plus ‘just who I thought I was to avoid ‘facing my charges’’.
Having enough of this crap, I walked out of my office and announced, in a loud, steady voice, that: “It was I. Dr. Rocknocker, The Motherfucking Pro from Dover
” and if they had some sort of beef, they could damn well take it up with me and quit trying to browbeat the poor, terrified receptionist.
“You will come with us, immediately”, one of the grosseros demanded.
“No, I don’t think so”, I replied, “Until you explain what’s all this then and I have time to call my embassy to inform them of Omani persecution of American Nationals who are legally working in this ignorant fucking country.”
Evidently, most people they deal with are so cowed by this announcement that the ROP is here to take them away, they fold like a soggy house of cards.
In the sand.
During high tide.
I’m not “most people”. I’m a goddamned overqualified ugly American and I know my rights.
I call the American Embassy and inform them that I’m being taken, quite against my will and on deceptive and bogus charges to Khuwair Police Station for “questioning”. I demand to meet a member of the US Embassy there, as is part of my rights, before I acquiesce and make these assholes drag me physically off to the borstal.
This gave the local federales pause. They’ve never dealt before with such a recalcitrant, intractable, large, annoyed, and legally knowledgeable person before.
But, since they came all the way down here and wouldn’t leave without either a prince’s ransom or my hide, I decided I needed a day off and said that I’d get my hat and we’d be off.
It was all laughs and chuckles on the 20 minute ride to the hoosegow/police station.
“Oh, we just need to clear up a few details. We’ll have you back to work in time for lunch”, one of the ROP’s finest lied.
Yeah. Right. Pull the other one…
But first, we’ll need your passport, residence card, Omani ID and other forms of personal identification.
“Oh, bother”, I replied, “Seems I left my passport, ID and Residence card home. What a shame.”
They didn’t ask for my GSM though.
I saw this one coming a mile away. Stripped of all identification, you’re so much easier to lose in the infernal internal machinations of the local constabulary. One has been known to be ‘lost’ this way for weeks.
“Oh”, was the dejected response.
So, we arrive at the police station/jail and I was told to warm a seat out in the waiting area.
It was 1350
F, no air conditioning, no water, no coffee, no fan, nothing.
Just a bare bench and a likewise seated group of mother-killers and father-rapers waiting on the Group W bench for their chance to decry their innocence to ignorant, indolent and deaf ROP ears.
I was dressed in business casual: long chinos, 16 EEE Cat work boots (non-steel toe), Polo shirt and invariable Black Stetson.
After a half hour of this, I wasn’t just hot, I was approaching meltdown; both physically and mentally.
Besides, the others on the Group W bench probably hadn’t had their annual baths yet this year.
I get up and pound on the door.
I pound harder, wearing my usual black leather gloves which semi-disguises my work-related physical deformity.
A small peek-a-boo window opens and some braindead functionary asks in Arabic “What?”
“Get us some water, cold water in here if you don’t want to explain some heat prostration deaths. And find a fucking fan, it’s blistering in here.” I growl.
“ماذا؟ [madha?] [What?] was the reply.
"رئيسك. الآن!" ["ryiysik alana!"] or “Your boss. NOW!” was my reply.
OK, yes. I do know a little Arabic.
He saw I was sweating profusely and damned intercoursingly angry.
He fetched the Sergeant.
“You. Doofuck. English?” I enquired.
“Yes.” Was his reply.
“I’ll bet”, I mused as he totally missed my little radioactive-tracer-in-the-conversation pejorative.
“OK. Water, bathroom facilities, and a fan or air conditioning for me and my new noisome acquaintances. We don’t want an unfortunate International Incident
here now, do we?” I demanded.
“You the American?” he asks.
“Not sure if I’m “The American”, but I am “An American”. The one who’s getting more and more pissed off the longer this charade continues.” I reply.
“Give me your wrists.” He demands.
“Kind of difficult. I’m using them at present and they’re still attached.” I replied.
He produced a zip tie and I get the general idea.
“Arms behind your back.” He commands.
“OK, Doofuck. By your command.”
I comply, and my wrists are now some 15 or 16 inches apart to the rear.
“Sorry, mate. Too much time at the gym. I can’t get them any closer. Considerable pectorali
, don’t you know.”
For those late or new to the show, I’m a rather large specimen of the Genus Homo
As well as ethanol-fueled, but that’s for a later time.
Seriously, I couldn’t get my wrists much closer without serious effort, inconvenience, or come-along.
“Out front.” He commands as he zip ties my wrists together.
He orders me out the door. I’m to go to the Captain’s office and wait there. The rest of the guys on the Group W bench could all go hang evidently.
By the time we arrived at the empty Captain’s office, I was told to sit here and not move.
“OK”, I replied, “You want thes back then?” as I hand him the easily escapable Zip ties.
He was confounded.
It’s so laughably easy to get out of Zip-tie cuffs, it’s not even worth a google search. He harrumphs, and slaps me in irons: his personal pair of sturdy steel, US-made handcuffs.
“There. Now, sit. I will bring water”, he says brusquely as he exits the room with a slam of the door.
“Oot. Greet.” I reply in fluent gibberish.
Normally, it’s not too easy to get out of steel handcuffs. But when you’re bereft three fingers on your left hand, its child’s play to slip that one off, ratchet it forward and use the exposed tang to pry open the one on your right wrist.
The Sergeant reappears with some tepid water. I thank him and hand him his handcuffs back.
“How?” he gasps. To be continued…
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2020.07.31 17:44 JeffreyBoswell NFL 2020: The Year In Preview
* Myles Garrett and former New Orleans Saint Kyle Turley meet for a charity helmet-removal ceremony on November 14th, the anniversary of Garrett's incident with Mason Rudolph. The event, dubbed "The Great American NFL Jerk-Off," raises $250,000 for charity.
* After 149 receptions in 2019, the Saints Michael Thomas one-ups himself, posting 150 catches, 79 more than Miami's DeVante Parker. Thomas then tweets at Parker: "Congratulations! You made the 'All Pronoun Team,' because no one knows your name. #He.'"
* DeAndre Hopkins explodes to start the season, with 32 receptions, 396 receiving yards, and 6 touchdowns in his first four games. Asked what the key to his amazing success is, Hopkins replies, "Miles and miles of separation ... from Bill O'Brien."
* Philip Rivers has the second-most famous surgery for a Colts quarterback when he undergoes a vasectomy in October. In his next game back on October 18 versus the Jets, Rivers shoots blanks in the first quarter, going 0-7.
Rivers bounces back the following week, when he and his wife announce that they're expecting their 10th child in July.
On the year, Rivers is efficient and limits his interceptions as the Colts ride the league's best rushing game and a strong defense to the AFC South title.
* In his first game as a Falcon, Todd Gurley rushes for 11 yards on 8 carries and 4 touchdowns, all 1-yard touchdown runs, as Atlanta beats Carolina, 31-24.
A knee injury sidelines Gurley in Week 4, an ailment which never fully heals. Gurley ultimately plays in only 7 games, and leads the league in touches, from the medical staff.
* Jameis Winston cuts his interception total from 30 in 2019 to 17 in 2020. Winston attributes the vast improvement not only to clearer vision due to Lasik surgery, but also to attempting only 34 passes as the backup to Drew Brees.
The Saints finish the season 12-4, one game ahead of the 11-5 Buccaneers, and beat the Buccaneers in the NFC Championship Game.
* The Las Vegas Raiders christen Allegiant Stadium on opening day as former Raider legend Sebastian Janikowski serves as Master of Ceremonies. After ceremoniously breaking a bottle of Dom Perignon on the stadium's facade, Janikowski opens another bottle and offers glasses of champagne to each of the 32 Raiderettes, who all unanimously decline to drink.
The Raiders are toast in their opener, as the Saints crush them, 31-12.
* On opening day against the visiting Chargers, a sluggish Joe Burrow tosses 4 interceptions, is sacked 5 times, and vomits on the field in the third quarter. In the post-game press conference, Burrow apologizes for his performance, and promises to learn from his mistakes, and swears he'll never spend another Saturday night with Pacman Jones.
On the season, Burrow passes for 3,756 yards and 4 touchdowns with 16 interceptions, and the Bengals finish 3-13, last in the AFC North.
* After re-aggravating a back injury on October 4th, Rob Gronkowski announces his retirement. Just two days later, Gronk agrees to terms to host two new television shows during fall sweeps, Discovery Channel's "The Science of Drinking Games," and MTV's "Celebrity Sack Tap."
* On November 1st, with the Packers holding a 10-point lead over the visiting Vikings with 7 seconds left and with possession, a heartbroken Aaron Rodgers takes a knee, and proposes to former girlfriend Danica Patrick. In a touching twist, Brett Favre rolls up in a golf cart and presents the band, a green opal set in a 100% copper ring, as well as a Copper Fit wedding gown.
Patrick declines the offer via Twitter, and later reveals she left Rodgers for David Spade.
Rodgers leads the Packers to a second-place finish in the NFC North and a wild card berth in the playoffs.
* In November, Christian McCaffrey opens a nightclub in downtown Charlotte called "Run CMCBGB's WWJD," a venue that offers Christian rock, world-class atmosphere, and exotic VIP lounges, all in an alcohol-free environment. The club shutters its doors in December due to lack of interest.
McCaffrey is all business on the field, and leads the NFL in touches for the second consecutive year, with 399, and later pens a book chronicling his 2020 season, titled "Just Give Me the Darn Ball."
* ESPN's 2021 "Body" issue breaks new ground, featuring not athletes, but the equipment that trains them. Not surprisingly, football's "Jugs Machine" lands the coveted cover spot.
* Cam Newton easily wins the starting quarterback job in New England and dominates in the Patriots first four games. Newton enters the Week 5 game against the visiting Broncos with 4 rushing touchdowns and 7 passing scores, but literally loses his "s," crapping his pants when he sees Von Miller across the line.
Amazingly, the incident leads to an endorsement deal with Nautica's fashion sleepwear, in which Newton appears in print ads saying, "When you're pooped and need a change, try Nautica pajamas."
* On his first two rush attempts as a Bronco, Melvin Gordon fumbles, and the "Melvin Gordon II" memes are born, such as "Time II Bench Melvin Gordon," "Dos Ickies," "II Bad," "All II Often," and "Boyz II Bench."
Gordon's ball-handling struggles continue into October, but he eventually turns things around, thanks to the help of a clinic of hypnotists, whom Gordon refers to as his "Dream Team."
Gordon finishes the season with 799 yards on the ground and 450 receiving yards with 7 total touchdowns.
* The Seahawks visit the Rams on November 15th, and Jalen Ramsey and Jamal Adams convene at midfield prior to kickoff. The two exchange pleasantries and discuss plans to co-write a book tentatively titled "How to Alienate Friends, Influence Public Opinion, Be the Walking Definition of 'Disgruntled' and Force a Trade."
In a Week 14 contest versus the visiting Jets, Seattle defeats Adams' former team 27-13. Adams has 2 interceptions, but complains he could have played better.
* Bears legends Mike Ditka and Willie Gault team up to promote American Home Equity Bank & Semi-trust's "Double Reverse Mortgage," which encourages elderly Bears fans to "live fast, die soon."
Chicago's on-the-field product is just as untrustworthy, and a 2-5 start results in the firing of Matt Nagy on October 27th. Ditka is briefly considered for the job along with Bob Swerski, but the assignment ultimately goes to defensive coordinator Chuck Pagano, who leads the Bears to a 7-9 finish.
* With his signature blond hair back, Odell Beckham, Jr. announces the "Blond Ambition Tour 2020." Beckham later appears on the cover of Vogue, then completes the hat trick when he reveals that he is dating Madonna.
Beckham finishes the season with 87 receptions for 1,234 yards and 10 touchdowns, while the Browns finish 9-7, behind the Ravens and Steelers in the AFC North.
* Attendance is Los Angeles for the Chargers first four home games is abysmal, with attendance averaging around 30,000 in SoFi Stadium, which seats 70,000. Many attribute it to the unwillingness of San Diego and surrounding area residents to travel to Los Angeles, a phenomenon called "SoCal Distancing."
The Chargers struggle on the field also, finishing in a tie for last in the AFC West with the Raiders at 6-10.
* Patrick Mahomes purchases an island in the Lesser Antilles on September 17th to celebrate his 25th birthday. With a massive $477 million contract under his belt, Mahomes christens the getaway "Treasure Island," and posts a Gilligan's Island-themed pic on Twitter showing Mahomes as Gilligan and Andy Reid as the Skipper.
Mahomes passes for 4,788 yards and 42 touchdowns and the Chiefs repeat as Super Bowl champions when they defeat the Saints, 31-27.
* After seeing the 2010 movie Inception, Dallas owner Jerry Jones asks his R&D department to inquire into the possibility of "planting a seed in the head of that agent of Dak Prescott's."
Jones is talked out of the scheme and into "Plan B," which is merely receiving an 8x10 signed photograph of Leonardo DiCaprio.
* Former Carolina and Dallas defensive end Greg Hardy is victimized by an elaborate prank organized by Sasha Baron Cohen. In the scheme, Cohen, posing as a UFC matchmaker named "Joo Shih Tzu," convinces Hardy to participate in the organization's first inter-gender contest, to take place at UFC 253 in Las Vegas against a female opponent to be named later. Hardy readily accepts before Cohen reveals the ruse, sending Hardy into a frenzy.
* Drew Brees finally "takes a knee," albeit just to the groin, when he appears as a guest on MTV's "Johnny Knoxville's Jackass NFL Punt, Pass, and Kick in the Balls Special." The show airs as part of the network's "Football is Back" programming on September 9th, sandwiched between 12 hours of "Ridiculousness."
* In the Packers home opener against the Lions on September 20, Aaron Rodgers connects with DaVante Adams on a 15-yard TD pass late in the first quarter. Adams then celebrates with a Lambeau Leap into the empty stands and bangs his head on an empty seat. Adams enters the NFL's concussion protocol, while the Packers secure a federal loan to outfit the end zone seats with NASCAR's "SAFER Barrier."
* Gardner Minshew II lights up the Bengals in Week 4 for 450 yards passing and 5 TD passes in a 42-17 Jags rout. Minshew is named AFC Offensive Player of the Week, and honor topped just a day later when Minshew is tapped for the role of Bo Darville in Smokey and the Bandit 4.
* Washington stuns the Cowboys, 24-23, on Thanksgiving, led by 3 TD scores, 2 on the ground, from Dwayne Haskins. Haskins celebrates back in D.C. on Friday night, a little too hard, and is cited for urinating in public, leading to the embarrassing headline "Dwayne Vein Drain" in The Washington Post.
NFC Division Winners
NFC East: Philadelphia NFC North: Minnesota NFC South: New Orleans NFC West: San Francisco
Dallas Tampa Bay L.A. Rams
New Orleans over Tampa Bay
AFC Division Winners
AFC East: Buffalo AFC North: Baltimore AFC South: Indianapolis AFC West: Kansas City
Pittsburgh Tennessee Cleveland
Kansas City over Pittsburgh
Super Bowl LV
Kansas City over New Orleans
Super Bowl LV Halftime Performers
Kanye West, Kacey Musgraves, and Tool
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2020.07.31 03:16 blamdrum I am really missing performing for people!
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It's dawned on me that over the past 30 plus years (yikes
!) this is the longest I've gone without playing to a live audience. Dates on the calendar that keep getting pushed back, it's very aggravating and frustrating. Not just financially, but emotionally.
It's impossible to think now, that there were times I even entertained the possibility of giving up all the traveling, the loading, the sound checks, riding with a timpani in an elevator to get to the second story stage (yeah that happened a few times
), the terrible dressing rooms, equipment failures, the shady club owners, getting pulled over at 4 AM in the morning by the cop perplexed by the van loaded with gear, the extremely "drunk guy" (who seems to be at every show
) who just doesn't seem to know when to stop talking, the terrible meals at "in the middle-of-nowhere" diners. But man do I miss it!
I miss the nervousness and stage fright, waiting what seems like forever for the house lights to dim. I even miss the anxious pre-show pisses. I miss worrying about being able to see the setlist without my glasses, (there's no font big enough!
). I miss anxiously going over in my head that one tricky part in that one complicated tune we completely clammed at the last show. I miss the smell of the fog machine!
I really miss the sound of the audience applauding as we take the stage...it's the easiest applause to get. But it's the one I work so hard to live up to once I take my throne.
But what I really miss; is going through all this with my mates. The comradery of musicianship.
I'll never take any concert I play for granted ever again, dive deep and enjoy every moment. Go big or go home!
Thanks for taking the time and reading my thoughts. I really appreciate this community, reading all your posts and comments on this thread have been wonderful since I got here. Drummers are really the very best people in the world, yeah I'm biased.
Peace and love! ~David 🥁 One of the oldest theaters on the East Coast that in the beginning hosted Vaudville acts, was a porn theater in the '70s, and here in 2019 our rock show. Taking the stage, seen here getting a huge rush of adrenalin, followed by endorphins for all!
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2020.07.24 08:08 akbrit4959 Scott and Amy Fandel-missing children since 1978 in Stirling Alaska
“STILL MISSING by SHEILA TOOMEY. Anchorage Daily News. September 4, 1988
Touch the Fandel case, then try to let go; try to forget it. Not a chance. Ten years ago two children, Scott and Amy Fandel, disappeared from their cabin home in Sterling, on the Kenai Peninsula south of Anchorage. They just vanished. Both of them Scott, 13 and Amy, 8. At 10:30 p.m. Sept. 5, 1978, they were happy and safe. At 2 the next morning, they were gone. No sign of them has ever been found. Dozens of investigators spent thousands of hours running down hundreds of angles. Nothing. "Quirks and spider web leads," said a former Alaska State Trooper who spent years searching for Scott and Amy. "Leads that don't go anywhere." Ten years have passed since the night the children vanished, years of change for everyone who knew them. Their parents divorced and remarried; their friends grew up; the cabin where they lived burned down and most Alaskans don't know their names. But the years have not changed Scott and Amy. They remain as they were, frozen in time: a brighteyed adolescent and a gaptoothed 8yearold, grinning out from old photographs. Those faces have been smiling at Trooper Sgt. Tom Sumey for a decade. There at the beginning, as an investigator assigned to the Soldotna trooper post, he's back on the case now. And 10 years after it happened, Sumey has a new lead. Not a big lead. Something that's been in the file all these years. "I can't find anyone who followed up on it," he said, and would say no more. No one noticed the kids were missing for 15 hours or more. That was the first bad break in the case. At the Alaska State Trooper station in Soldotna, the missing persons report filed by their mother was logged in at 5:14 p.m. on Sept. 6. Margaret Fandel, then a 31yearold waitress at a restaurant in Kenai, is a small, pretty woman with a friendly disposition and a hearing impairment. In September 1978, Margaret was in a bad place in her life. Roger Fandel, her husband of more than 10 years, had left her in January and then moved out of state. The marriage had been rocky for a long time. Roger had a strong sense of family and dominated the relationship, but he liked other women and Margaret began to drink. A homebody by nature, Margaret found herself working long hours to pay the bills. She was a woman men instinctively wanted to protect, and she was lonely. She looked for company among the party people who hung out at local bars, sometimes leaving the children home alone at night. But Scott was 13 an unusually mature 13 by most accounts and a competent babysitter for his younger sister. A cloudy sky threatened rain on Sept. 5, typical weather for this time of year. At Soldotna Junior High School, Scott handed in an assignment, a journal, written in pencil on lined notebook paper. Ten years later the faded words are hard to read, but the voice is clear: "Dear Journal: Today at 3:30 an aunt of mine is coming up to live with us. She's never been to Alaska. Matter of fact, she's never been out of Illinois, where she lives. She's going to have a birthday tomorrow. She'll be 20. Cathy is her name. She's going to live with us for the rest of her life. What else can I say? She is going to work with my mom at the Italian Gardens restaurant." Aunt Cathy Schonfelder arrived as scheduled Tuesday afternoon and that evening Margaret, Cathy, Scott and Amy had supper at home together, then straightened up the house for a while. The Fandels lived in a twobedroom log cabin off Scout Lake Road, about half a mile in from the Sterling Highway, just south of the cluster of stores and businesses that make up the town of Sterling. Scout Lake Loop is a wide country road that separates a state campground from acres of private woodland dotted with shacks, trailers, cabins, neat farmsteads and some larger, more expensive homes. In 1978, only a few homes intruded on the forest. The Fandels lived in a birch woods, their cabin set on a gravel pad that could barely be seen from the road. The lot had electricity and indoor plumbing, and a bright "street light" mounted high on an outside pole. The closest neighbors were Nancy and Bill Lupton, who lived with their five children in a Quonset hut about 200 yards away. Children from both families wore a path through the trees, visiting each other. Scott and Amy stopped at the Quonset hut each morning to join the Lupton children for the walk to the school bus stop. After dinner, Margaret, Cathy and the children drove down the highway toward Soldotna to Good Time Charlie's, a bar that featured video games, pool, Foosball and maybe a dice game or two. By all reports, nothing unusual happened. The women drank beer and socialized, the kids drank Coke and everyone had a good time. Around 10 p.m., Margaret and Cathy decided to drive to Kenai to see a friend who worked at a hotel there. They gave a bartender Margaret knew a lift to Soldotna, then dropped off Scott and Amy at home. Margaret pulled into the driveway and the kids got out. Aunt Cathy yelled to Scott to be sure to lock the door. Scott laughed. The lock didn't work. The kids went inside. The lights went on. The adults drove away. Margaret never saw her children again. Nancy Lupton no longer lives in the Quonset hut. Her children are grown and she and her husband have split up. Today she lives a few hundred yards south of Scout Lake, on a small farm. At her kitchen table Lupton lit a cigarette, digging for details across the years. Scott and Amy came to her house that night, she said, after Margaret dropped them off. They were full of talk about their aunt. "They were happy. ... This was family. It was a big deal." The kids all played in the back room for a while, but the noise level got too high. "They got to using the beds for trampolines," Lupton said, so she sent the Fandels home. "It was just that path between the houses. They did it all the time. It was no big deal. ... It was just another night. There was no confusion ... no one was tearing up and down the road in cars, the dogs weren't barking." She didn't hear anything. Margaret and Cathy got home at about 2 a.m. They never found their friend in Kenai. Instead, they'd been to Larry's Club and the Rainbow Bar. Margaret wondered about finding the house dark. The kids were afraid of the dark and usually turned every light in the place on. A neighboring family, on their way home at about 11:45, noticed the house all lit up. But at 2 a.m. the cabin was dark and empty. There were no signs of a fight, nothing out of place. Scott's jacket was there, and his motorcycle was still outside. A package of macaroni and an open can of tomatoes sat on the kitchen counter, a pot of warm water on the stove. Scott liked to make a macaroni snack before going to bed, and had evidently begun to do so. Margaret concluded the children stayed next door at the Luptons, and she and Cathy went to bed. The next morning, Margaret called the school from work. "I told them to tell Amy Fandel she was in trouble for not coming home first." The school said Amy hadn't showed up yet. Margaret's boss said she couldn't leave work until after lunch. She was worried, but not yet seriously alarmed. There were so many innocent possibilities. Wednesday afternoon, everyone seemed to discover at the same time that the children were really gone. Cathy became alarmed when they didn't come home on the school bus with the other kids. The Lupton children reported that Scott and Amy hadn't been in school all day. Margaret raced home from work. She began frantically calling the children's friends. "At first it just seemed like she was overreacting," said Danette Hakkinen Boyle, Scott's good friend and contemporary. Now 23, Boyle said she "thought maybe they ran away. That was the safest thing to believe." Margaret tried to call Roger in Arizona. Roger was everyone's first thought. But she couldn't reach him, and his family said he did not have the children. When she finally figured out that no one had seen Scott and Amy since the night before, Margaret called the troopers. At 43, Roger Fandel's beard is graying, but he still wears a HarleyDavidson cap on his head, a knife at his belt and a dropdead tone in his voice. He will tell you himself that he is prone to violence. He radiates aggression, and enjoys the effect it has on others. Six feet tall, burly and bearded, Roger is an imposing presence, by nature and by design, a tough guy. Ask anyone. Ask him. A welder, a biker and a sure shot with a pistol, he's been down a lot of mean streets. These days he lives somewhere in the West, "on 100 acres in the middle of nowhere" and never mind the name of the town. You want to find him? Leave a message with the Plumbers and Steamfitters Union. Scott was is Roger's son in every way except by birth. When Roger met Margaret, Scott was 2 years old. His natural father lived in another town and wasn't interested. "He couldn't talk," Roger said. "He would only say "no.' He threw tantrums. He was a problem child. ... By 3 he could count, almost read. He flowered with me. I spent the time with him. I took him everywhere for years." Scott cared about things, said Roger. "He was a kid you could teach. He wanted to learn. "He adored me." The personalities of the children shaped the theories of what happened to them. Scott was savvy, too smart to have gone with a stranger. He was "small and sort of cocky," according to his mother. "He thought he was cool." In school Scott was the class prankster, said his eighthgrade teacher, Jim Brickey. He took dares and would eat flies for $1. He was good looking but hadn't reached the girlcrazy stage yet, a likeable boy who respected authority but wasn't shy about speaking his mind. He got passing but not great grades. He was Amy's devoted protector. As for Amy, "beautiful" is everyone's first adjective. "Beautiful and gentle and kind," said Margaret. "Kind to animals, kind to people. She loved dolls ... she loved pretty clothes and pretty shoes." She was always playing cards rummy and war and was learning to play chess. "A good sport and a fair player," wrote Amy's secondgrade teacher on her 1977 report card. "Well behaved. Gets along well with everyone. Good study habits. Takes pride in neat work. Finishes quickly and to her best ability. She is a joy." "She was real innocent," said Nancy Lupton, "She was just like a walking dollbaby." Motorcycle competition was a family hobby. Roger, Margaret and Scott all rode. Roger gave Scott his first bike at age 6. The Yamaha YZ80 Scott left behind when he disappeared cost more than $3,000 and was just about the most important thing in his life. He never walked when he could ride. In the days after Scott and Amy vanished, dogs were brought in to search the woods for evidence they had walked away on their own. But no one really believed it. For one thing, Scott had passed a wilderness survival course and would never have run away without taking appropriate gear, Brickey, his teacher, said. And he loved his parents. He was unhappy about them splitting up and was known to chide Margaret about her drinking. He was a 13yearold boy and didn't like mom dating men who weren't daddy. "But he loved his mother to death," Lupton said. "He would never have stayed away." Chuck Hagen, formerly with the troopers in Soldotna, was in charge of the case through most of the 1980s. "The absolute most unanswered thing to me is why that night, and why was it done, and why the kids left without a struggle." If not a stranger, then a friend? Did a prank get out of hand? Was there an accident someone couldn't bear owning up to? Did Amy attract some unspeakable depravity? Did Scott die trying to protect her? Who took them and why? And where are they now? From the beginning, the disappearance of the Fandel children was a case with too many leads and no answers to all the questions. Trooper John Tanguy got the case on Thursday, Sept. 7, 1978. He happened to be on duty that day. He had been a trooper for two years. Tanguy found the ages of the missing children odd too young to get very far as runaways and too old to be taken against their will. "To tell you the truth, the first thought I had ... was that the father ... had either come and got the kids or had someone get the kids." Because of the lapse between the time they vanished and the time troopers arrived on the scene, investigators had little physical evidence to work with. "So many people had already come and gone," Tanguy said. "Friends, relatives, neighbors, before we ever got there. People had driven over, people had picked up, moved things. Nothing was as it was." Volunteers searched the woods. Dogs were brought in from Anchorage. The ferries were searched. The Canadian border station was notified and Scout Lake dragged. A tap was put on Margaret's phone. Nothing. Roger Fandel flew to Alaska from Arizona and, by the weekend, Tanguy was working on the assumption that Roger did not have the children, that they had been kidnapped. This opened the door to every weirdo who set foot on the Kenai Peninsula that year. And there were plenty. It was the end of summer at the height of the oil boom transients galore. Trooper Tom Sumey joined the investigation in the first week. "When you get into that bar crowd," he said, "you've got so many hinks that live in the bars. You've got so many people Margaret hung around with." Today a task force would be assigned to a case like this, Sumey said. Back then, he and Tanguy and whoever else had some free time exhausted themselves, running down paths that led nowhere: Roger Fandel: The estranged father was bound to be an early suspect, but investigators looked at Roger for a long time. Much longer than he thinks they should have. As recently as three years ago, Hagen went to California and got a warrant to search Roger's home after some insurance investigators reported a young, blonde woman living there. Roger has been a problem for the troopers since the beginning. They can't figure him out and that's the way he likes it. Roger deals with men by challenging them. He pushes first, just in case anyone is considering pushing him. He baits and antagonizes. He left investigators feeling, as Tanguy did: "You had to keep watching him." A lot of time was wasted following up on Roger's activities, Tanguy said, checking where he lived, how long he stayed there, if there were any children around. Today all three investigators who handled the case say they are convinced Roger had nothing to do with the children's disappearance. Margaret isn't ready to let go of the idea completely. It's her best hope that the children are still alive. Roger said his status as a suspect took him by surprise, but he was willing to accept it at first. He understood the troopers had to check him out. "But they never dropped that to pursue what they did have," he said. "They never let go of me. ... I'm a victim. They have treated me as a bad guy. ... They dwelt on me way too long, too hard. They spent way too much money on me. That money could have been spent maybe on another blind alley, but not on me." The Carnival Workers: Among Margaret's acquaintences were two men from the East Coast, who visited the Kenai Peninsula in late August, crashing at least one night at her house. They drove a black sedan. Early in the investigation, Sumey found a witness who saw a black sedan speed away from the road in front of the Fandel driveway the night the children disappeared. Suspecting a burglar, he followed the sedan and watched the driver pull into another driveway and turn off his headlights. The witness continued down the highway a bit, then turned around, just in time to see the black sedan pull out of the driveway and speed off. This description of the car was all troopers had to go on, that and a nickname for one of the men, which turned out to be wrong, and the description of a third man seen with them. After months of work, the two men were identified and located in Maryland. In the spring of 1979, Tanguy went to Maryland to interview them, with high hopes that the case had finally been solved. One man admitted having driven the black sedan down Scout Lake Road to visit Margaret. But he changed his mind, he said, and drove away. But, he said, all that happened the night after Scott and Amy vanished. He was in Anchorage on Sept. 5, he said, waiting for a paycheck from the Alaska State Fair. Fair records indicated both men had worked at the fair on Sept. 4 and gotten paid on Sept. 6, Sumey said. In 1978 and 1979, the black sedan was a hot lead. It was so easy to imagine the children in the back seat as it sped through the night. It's still a compelling vision. Each investigator assigned to the case over the years has checked and rechecked the story. Five years ago, Sumey went back and asked the witness if he could have been mistaken about the night. He said sure. It seems to be a dead end, Sumey said, but the man from Maryland remains on the short list of suspects. The Dogooders and Satanists: As if she didn't have enough grief to deal with, Margaret Fandel was blamed for the kidnapping by people who disapproved of her lifestyle or thought she shouldn't have left the children alone. Rumors flew that a church group or other alleged dogooders had taken the children to save them. As a counterpoint to this, there was talk that devil worshipers had taken them. In a case with no facts, all things seem possible. The Strip Joint Operator from Anchorage: In an apparent coincidence that produced a major red herring early in the case, a man involved in the Anchorage sex trade was introduced to Margaret by a mutual friend at one of the bars she and Cathy visited the night the kids disappeared. Mr. W. was in the process of expanding his business by moving a "motel" from Anchorage to Soldotna. Three days later, when word of the children's disappearance became public, Mr. W. showed up at Margaret's home, with one of her sisters. They had coincidentally taken the same plane from Anchorage. In a case with no facts, this was too much coincidence. Investigators ran this guy through a small sieve. Mr. W. seemed determined to attract the trooper's attention. He posted an anonymous $5,000 reward for information about the children nothing more than an effort to generate good will for the new business, according to his partner at the time. But the troopers found it strange. There was talk of a pornography ring in Sterling and children being sold into sexual slavery. "It didn't help that (he) buried his car on the property he was putting that motel on," Tanguy added. "They dug (it up) to see if there was a couple of kids in the trunk." When questioned, Mr. W. said he just got tired of the car and had to put it somewhere. "We had this kind of stuff going on all the time." said Tanguy, who had the case for two years. "I kept thinking, "This is not real. The world is not like this."' The Union and Revenge: this theory was and remains an impossible tangle of charges and countercharges involving primarily Roger, his Uncle Herman Fandel, a retired union leader, and family feuds that go back decades. The family started out as dirt poor farmers in Illinois, according to both Herman and Roger 13 brothers and sisters, including Herman and Roger's father. Many Fandels are members of the Plumbers and Steamfitters Union, which is what brings them in and out of Alaska. Roger likens his family to a clan of warring Elizabethans. "It's the kind of family that should have been around when the world began," he said. "They would have gone off in different directions and colonized the world because we could not be around each other." For reasons too convoluted to unravel here, Herman and Roger hate each other with a blood heat. They call each other evil and each claims to believe the other capable of kidnapping and killing the children. Herman is an affluent and successful member of the Kenai community charter fishing, a small hotel. He wept bitterly about the public humiliation his family endured when a couple of his brothers convinced the troopers to dig up his yard, looking for the missing kids. Over the years, investigators have wasted a lot of time and energy checking out Fandels, mainly at the instigation of other Fandels. But with no facts available, even something as absurd as murdering children for revenge sounds possible. The Hoaxes: One of the strangest and most disheartening aspects of the Fandel investigation has been a series of phony leads. The case attracted five or six psychics and the files contain their statements, dutifully recorded by deadlocked and desperate investigators, who felt they had to listen to anyone. Some of the psychics were no doubt wellintentioned but the result of their interference was pain for Margaret, like driving around Sterling with them while they saw visions of her children or felt vibrations. "It's amazing how many people want to get involved," Margaret said. She says she's sworn off all private investigators, psychic or otherwise. The worst hoax cost Hagen and Sumey months of work. It began with a call from a missing children's organization. They said they had gotten a call from the college roommate of a girl whose parents lived in the Sterling area. This roommate said the girl had terrible nightmares and talked about something dreadful happening at her house the night Scott and Amy disappeared. It sounded so convincing. What motive could anyone have for making up a story like that? Hagen and Sumey thought this was the break everyone had been waiting for. The roommate turned out to not exist. The calls had been made by a local woman who wanted the troopers to investigate her favorite suspects. "A lot of desks were kicked," Hagen said. "You never understood why people would screw with you. ... We should have charged her with something." Everyone who works the Fandel case comes away feeling it had more than its fair share of oddballs. Said former Trooper Joe Hoffbeck, who worked on some of the Anchorage angles. "Every person involved in this seemed to be strange. You'd look at them and say, "There's something here, but does it have to do with this case?"' In the end, none of the leads panned out. A year passed and the children were still missing. On Oct. 21, 1979, shortly before he resigned from the troopers, Tanguy wrote in the file: "All leads and extensive investigation failed to disclose the location of the reported missing persons. ... All the logical leads of investigation have been exhausted. Case closed ... pending further investigative leads or suspect." Touch the Fandel case, then try to let go. It's a tarbaby. It grabs you. A lot of people think not being able to find the children drove Tanguy out of the troopers. Now 48 years old, he is a security official on the North Slope. "I don't know," he said. "I don't even know how to answer that to myself." Margaret calls Tanguy "the most caring" of all the investigators who tackled the case. "He worked on it day and night. He always wanted to find the kids and who was responsible for it." "When you're dealing with kids, I think you get a little more intense." Tanguy said. "I don't think I'm unique in that case. ... Since I didn't come up with the answer, I can find all kinds of things I should have done, or could have done different, or people I could have approached differently. "Somebody knew. The kids weren't snatched up by a UFO. Somebody knew, and as sure as I'm sitting here, it was somebody I talked to. Somewhere along the line, I touched him and didn't know it." Chuck Hagen, 37, retired from the troopers last year. He now runs a commercial fishing and charter business out of Homer. For years he dreamed about the case and talking about it now turns him into an instant chain smoker. "It was probably the most emotionally draining thing I have ever done in my life. ... I lost I don't know how many weeks on end of sleepless nights, thinking how come? Why that night? Why did they disappear? ... So many times I thought I had solved it. "You hate to resolve to yourself that they were taken and killed. "I think everyone who grabs this case thinks they can solve it." About four years ago, Hagen thought he had it solved when someone reported a man had moved from Haines to Arizona with two children who could be Scott and Amy. After checking out the basic details, "I knew I had found the kids," Hagen said. He flew to Flagstaff, Ariz., then to Page, where children fitting the descriptions had attended school for a month at about the right time. He showed their pictures to teachers. "They said absolutely no, it wasn't Scott. But it could be Amy." The quest led to a man living with a blonde girl in a trailer court. "So I'm up on cloud nine," Hagen said. "The kids are alive again. ... I called my boss and told him I found her, I found her. He said good, call me at any time of the day or night." When the man returned to his trailer, "I pounced on him and got the little girl. And it definitely wasn't Amy. He had pictures of her since she was born." Hagen thinks Scott and Amy are dead. "One man did it and is not saying anything to anybody. ... Someone who pegged them at Good Time Charlie's, playing pool. They saw the man there. That man knew where they lived or followed them home. ... Someone heard Margaret say, "Your auntie and I are going to go out and party for a while. I want you to fix dinner and then go right to bed."' In a case with no facts, it's as good a theory as any. The disappearance of Scott and Amy upset the lives of the men who failed to find them, but it nearly destroyed their parents. While Tanguy and Sumey searched for the children, Margaret made the kids Halloween costumes. When October came and went and the children didn't come home, she began buying them Christmas presents. Most of the time she was on heavy medication and 30 seconds from hysteria. "I don't remember a lot about how I felt," she said. When the backhoes were called in because of some psychic's dream, she refused to watch. Christmas came and went. Then another. The finance company eventually took the cabin and, in 1980, she left Alaska. Back in the Midwest, she worked and drank to forget. "I was on a selfdestructive course for five or six years," she said. "I didn't think I had any reason to live. Every job I had I worked from opening to closing." Four years ago she met the man she has since married and walked away from bars for good. She says he saved her life. Margaret lives on a farm now. She raises chickens and runs a small refinishing and upholstery business. "Just what I always wanted," she said. She can't have any more children, but she and her husband take in hardtoplace foster kids and have been approved by the state to adopt a 12yearold girl. She holds tight to the belief that Scott and Amy are coming home. "I'm still waiting," she said. "I watch every talk show where the topic is missing children. ... I'm not going to have any other thought but that my kids are alive. ... If I don't know anything, I'd rather believe they're alive." Roger Fandel looked for his children for years, in bigcity dives and pornographic sinkholes where people who steal children sell them for sex. He lived a reckless, violent life, he said, a danger to himself and others. "I didn't care if I died in this quest, as long as I tried. I knew my chance of success was real slim but it was something I had to put myself through." He won't say the children are dead. "What if my giving up was the last bit of power removed from their survival?" And he won't say they're alive. "From my relationship with my son, I know he would contact me. But I have been wrong about a lot of things in my life. Why can't I be wrong about this?" Roger blames himself for what happened. A man is supposed to protect his children. Instead, because he wanted out of the marriage with Margaret, he left them alone and vulnerable. In his worst nightmares, his children were killed by his enemies. So here he is, 10 years later, sitting in a greasy spoon in Spenard, his eyes filled with tears and his voice breaking. "I carry the guilt that I took the protection from my children. ... I subjected my children to what they went through." Roger's secret hope those are not his words is hard to distinguish from a nightmare: Maybe Scott will see this story and get in touch, he said. Maybe he'll say he didn't call sooner because he didn't think anyone cared. "Maybe he thought because I left that I didn't love him." In the past, Roger has spent Sept. 5 alone. "Everyone that knows me knows that September 5th is a holy day with me." But this year he's going to spend the day with his new daughter, 4yearold Tamson Lee. The aloneness doesn't work, he said. "Grief has to be shared or it will kill you." Ten years Monday. Scott would be 23 now, Amy, 18. Who took them, and why? Are they alive somewhere? What kind of person could murder two children and live with it all these years? The investigation has come full circle. Sumey, who was there at the beginning, inherited the case when Hagen retired in December. The big green files, thick with old efforts, sit on his desk now. He has other duties and works on the case in fits and spurts. But that's all right. He has time. "This case can be solved," he said. Surely this feeling of mystery is just imagination, but it's September again and the children are still missing.”
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