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Don't fly over Barron County Ohio. [Repost]
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The whirring blades of my MD-902 throbbed against the warm evening air, and I smiled.
From 5,000 feet, the ground flew by in a carpet of dark forests and kelly-green fields. The sun hung low on the horizon in a picturesque array of dazzling orange and gold, and I could make out the narrow strip of the Ohio River to my left, glistening in the fading daylight. This time of year, the trees would be full of the sweet aroma of fresh blossoms, and the frequent rains kept small pockets of fluffy white mist hanging in the treetops. It was a beautiful view, one that reminded me of why being a helicopter pilot trumped flying in a jumbo jet far above the clouds every day of the week.
Fourteen more days, and I’m debt free.
That made me grin even more. I’d been working as a charter pilot ever since I obtained my license at age 19, and after years of keeping my nose to the grindstone, I was closing on the final payment for real-estate in western Pennsylvania. With no debt, a fixer-upper house on 30 rural acres all to myself, and a respectable wage for a 26-year-old pilot, I looked forward to the financial freedom I could now enjoy. Maybe I’d take a vacation, somewhere exotic like Venice Italy, or the Dominican Republic. Or perhaps I’d sock the money back for the day I started a family.
“Remember kleineun, a real man looks after his own.”
My elderly ouma’s voice came back from the depths of my memories, her proud, sun-tanned face rising from the darkness. She and my Rhodesian grandfather had emigrated to the US when they were newlyweds, as the violence against white Boer descendants in South Africa spiraled out of control. My mother and father both died in a car crash when I was six, and it had been my grandparents who raised me. Due to this, I’d grown up with a slight accent that many of my classmates found amusing, and I could speak both English, and Afrikaans, the Boer tongue of our former home.
I shifted in my seat, stretched my back muscles, and glanced at the picture taped to my console. Both my parents flanked a grinning, gap-toothed six-year-old me, at the last Christmas we’d spent together. My mother beamed, her dark hair and Italian features a sharp contrast to my father’s sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Sometimes, I liked to imagine they were smiling at me with pride at how well I flew the old silver-colored bird my company had assigned to me, and that made the long, lonely flights easier to bear.
A flicker caught my eye, and I broke my gaze away from the photograph.
Perched in its small cradle above the controls, my little black Garmin fuzzed over for a few seconds, its screen shifting from brightly colored maps to a barrage of grey static.
Did the power chord come loose?
I checked, ensuring the power-cable for the unit’s battery was plugged into the port on the control panel. It was a brand-new GPS unit, and I’d used it a few times already, so I knew it wasn’t defective. Granted, I could fly and navigate without it, but the Garmin made my time as a pilot so much easier that the thought of going blind was dreadful.
My fuel gauge danced, clicked to empty, then to full, in a bizarre jolt.
More of the gauges began to stutter, the entire panel seeming to develop terrets all at once, and my pulse began to race. Something was wrong, very wrong, and the sludge inside my bowels churned with sour fear.
“Come on, come on.” I flicked switches, turned dials, punched buttons, but nothing seemed to fix the spasming electronics. Every gauge failed, and without warning, I found myself plunged into inky darkness.
Outside, the sun surrendered to the pull of night, the sky darker than usual. A distant rumble of thunder reverberated above the roar of my helicopter’s engine, and I thought I glimpsed a streak of yellowish lightning on the far horizon to my left.
Calm down Chris. We’re still flying, so it must just be a blown fuse. Stay in control and find a place to set her down.
My sweaty palm slid on the cyclic stick, and both feet weighed heavy on the yaw pedals. The collective stuck to my other hand with a nervous vibration, and I squinted against the abyss outside.
Beep.
I jumped despite myself, as the little Garmin on my panel flared back to life, the static pulling aside to reveal a twitching display. Each time the screen glitched, it showed the colorful map detailing my flight path over the ground below, but I noticed that some of the lines changed, the names shifting, as if the device couldn’t decide between two different versions of the world.
One name jutted out at me, slate gray like most of the major county names, appearing with ghostly flickers from between two neighboring ones.
Barron County.
I stared, confused. I’d flown over this section of southeastern Ohio plenty of times, and I knew the counties by heart. At this point, I should have been over the southern end of Noble County, and maybe dipping lower into Washington. There was no Barron County Ohio. I was sure of it.
And yet it shown back at me from the digital landscape, a strange, almost cigar-shaped chunk of terrain carved from the surrounding counties like a tumor, sometimes there, sometimes not, as my little Garmin struggled to find the correct map. Rain began to patter against my cockpit window, and the entire aircraft rattled from a strong gust of wind. Thick clouds closed over my field of vision like a sea of gray cotton.
The blood in my veins turned to ice, and I sucked in a nervous breath.
Land. I had to land. There was nothing else to do, my flight controls weren’t responding, and only my Garmin had managed to come back to life. Perhaps I’d been hit by lightning, and the electronics had been fried? Either way, it was too dark to tell, but a storm seemed to be brewing, and if I didn’t get my feet on the ground soon, I could be in real trouble.
“Better safe than sorry.” I pushed down on the collective to start my slow descent and clicked the talking button for my headset. “Any station, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, over.”
Nothing.
“Any station, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, requesting emergency assistance, over.”
Still nothing.
If the radio’s dead, I’m really up a creek.
With my hand shaking, I clicked on the mic one more time. “Any station, this is—”
Like a curtain pulling back, the fog cleared from around my window, and the words stuck in my throat.
Without my gauges, I couldn’t tell just how far I’d descended, but I was definitely very low. Thick trees poked up from the ground, and the hills rolled into high ridges with flat valley floors, fields and pastures pockmarking them. Rain fell all around in cold, silvery sheets, a normal feature for the mid spring in this part of Ohio.
What wasn’t normal, were the fires.
At first, I thought they were forest fires for the amount of smoke and flames that bellowed from each spot, but as I swooped lower, my eyes widened in horror.
They were houses.
Farms, cottages, little clusters that barely constituted villages, all of them belched orange flames and black pillars of sooty smoke. I couldn’t hear above the helicopter blades, but I could see the flashes on the ground, along the road, in between the trees, and even coming from the burning buildings, little jets of golden light that spat into the darkness with anger.
Gunfire. That’s rifle fire, a whole lot of it.
Tiny black figures darted through the shadows, barely discernable from where I sat, several hundred feet up. I couldn’t see much, but some were definitely running away, the streaks of yellow gunfire chasing them. A few dark gray vehicles rumbled down one of the gravel roads, and sprayed fire into the houses as it went. They were fighting, I realized, the people in the trucks and the locals. It was horrific, like something out of war-torn Afghanistan, but worse.
Then, I caught a glimpse of the others.
They didn’t move like the rest, who either fled from the dark vehicles, or fired back from behind cover. These skinny figures loped along with haphazard gaits, many running on all fours like animals, swarming from the trees by the dozens. They threw themselves into the gales of bullets without flinching, attacking anyone within range, and something about the way they moved, so fluid, so fearless, made my heart skip a beat.
What is that?
“Echo Four Actual to unknown caller, please respond, over.”
Choking back a cry of shock, I fumbled at the control panel with clumsy fingers, the man’s voice sharp and stern. I hadn’t realized that I’d let go of the talking button and clicked it down again. “Hello? Hello, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot out of Pittsburgh, over.”
An excruciating moment passed, and I continued to zoom over the trees, the fires falling away behind me as more silent forest took over.
“Roger that Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, we read you loud and clear. Please identify yourself and any passengers or cargo you might be carrying, over.”
Swallowing hard, I eyed the treetops, which looked much closer than they should have been. How far had I descended? “Echo Four Actual, my name is Christopher Dekker, and I am alone. I’m a charter flight from PA, carrying medical equipment for OSU in Columbus. My controls have been damaged, and I am unable to safely carry on due to the storm. Requesting permission to land, over.”
I watched the landscape slide by underneath me, once catching sight of what looked like a little white church surrounded by smaller huts, dozens of figures in the yard staring up at me as I flew over a towering ridgeline.
“Solid copy on that Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot. Be advised, your transponder shows you to be inside a restricted zone. Please cease all radio traffic, reduce your speed, climb to 3,000 feet and proceed north. We’ll talk you in from there. How copy, over?”
My heart jumped, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Roger that Echo Four Actual, my altimeter is down, but I’ll do my best to eyeball the altitude, over.”
With that, I pulled the collective upward, and tried my best to gauge how far I was by eyesight in the gathering night, rain still coming down all around me. This had to be some kind of disaster or riot, I decided. After all, the voice over the radio sounded like military, and those vehicles seemed to have heavy weapons. Maybe there was some kind of unrest going on here that I hadn’t heard about yet?
Kind of weird for it to happen in rural areas though. Spoiled college kids I get, but never saw farmers get so worked up before. They usually love the military.
Something moved in the corner of my eye, and I turned out of reflex.
My mouth fell open, and I froze, unable to scream.
In the sky beside me, a huge shadow glided along, and its leathery wings effortlessly carved through the gloom, flapping only on occasion to keep it aloft. It was too dark for me to see what color it was, but from the way it moved, I knew it wasn’t another helicopter. No, this thing was alive, easily the size of a small plane, and more than twice the length of my little McDonald Douglass. A long tail trailed behind it, and bore a distinct arrow-shaped snout, with twig-like spines fanned out around the back of its head. Whatever legs it had were drawn up under it like a bird, yet its skin appeared rough and knobby, almost resembling tree bark. Without pause, the gigantic bat-winged entity flew along beside me, as if my presence was on par with an annoying fly buzzing about its head.
Gripping the microphone switch so tight, I thought I’d crack the plastic, I whispered into my headset, forgetting all radio protocol. “T-There’s something up here.”
Static crackled.
“Douglas Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, say again your last, you’re coming in weak and unreadable, over.”
“There’s something up here.” I snarled into the headset, still glued to the controls of the helicopter, afraid to deviate even an inch from my course in case the monstrosity decided to turn on me. “A freaking huge thing, right beside me. I swear, it looks like a bat or . . . I don’t know.”
“Calm down.” The man on the other end of the radio broke his rigorous discipline as well, his voice deep, but level. “It won’t attack if you don’t move too fast. Slowly ease away from it and follow that course until you’re out of sight.”
I didn’t have time to think about how wrong that sounded, how the man’s strict tone had changed to one of knowledge, how he hadn’t been the least surprised by what I’d said. Instead, I slowly turned the helicopter away from the huge menace and edged the speed higher in tiny increments.
As soon as I was roughly two football fields away, I let myself relax, and clicked the mic switch. “It’s not following.”
“You’re sure?”
Eyeing the huge flapping wings, I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m well clear.”
“Good. Thank you, Mr. Dekker.”
Then, the radio went dead.
Something in my chest dropped, a weight that made my stomach roil. This wasn’t right, none of it. Who was that man? Why did he know about the thing I’d just seen? What was I supposed to—
A flash of light exploded from the trees to my right and shot into the air with a long finger of smoke.
What the . . .
On instinct, I jerked the cyclic stick to one side, and the helicopter swung to avoid the rocket.
Boom.
My world shook, metal screeched, and a dozen alarms began to go off inside the cockpit in a cacophony of beeps and sirens. Orange and red flames lit up the night sky just behind me, and the horizon started to spin wildly outside. Heat gushed from the cockpit door, and I smelled the greasy stench of burning oil. The safety belts dug into my shoulders, and with a final slip, the radio headset ripped free from my scalp.
I’m hit.
Desperate, I yanked on the controls, fought the bird even as she spun toward the ground in a wreath of flames, the inky black trees hurtling up to meet me. The helicopter went into full auto-rotation, the sky blurring past outside, and the alarms blared in a screech of doom. Panic slammed through my temples, I screamed at the top of my lungs, and for one brief second, my eyes locked on the little black Garmin still perched atop my control panel.
Its screen stopped twitching and settled on a map of the mysterious Barron County, with a little red arrow at the center of the screen, a few words popping up underneath it.
You are here.
Trees stabbed up into the sky, the belts crushed at my torso, glass shattered all around me, and the world went dark.
Copper, thick, warm, and tangy.
It filled my mouth, stank metallic in my nose, clogged my throat, choking me. In the murkiness, I fought for a surface, for a way out, blind and numb in the dark.
This way, kleineun.
My ouma’s voice echoed from somewhere in the shadows.
This way.
Both eyes flew open, and I gagged, spitting out a stream of red.
Pain throbbed in my ribs, and a heavy pressure sent a tingling numbness through my shoulders. Blood roared inside my temples, and stars danced before my eyes with a dizzying array. Humid night air kissed my skin, and something sticky coated my face, neck, and arms that hung straight up toward the ceiling.
Wait. Not up. Down.
I blinked at the wrinkled, torn ceiling of the cockpit, the glass all gone, the gray aluminum shredded like tissue paper. Just outside the broken windows, thick Appalachian bluegrass and stemmy underbrush swished in a feeble breeze, backlit by flashes of lightning from the thunderstorm overhead. Green and brown leaves covered everything in a wet carpet of triangles, and somewhere nearby, a cricket chirped.
Turning my head from side to side, I realized that I hung upside down inside the ruined helicopter, the top half burrowed into the mud. I could hear the hissing and crackling of flames, the pattering of rain falling on the hot aluminum, and the smaller brush fires around the downed aircraft sizzling out in the damp long grass. Charred steel and burning oil tainted the air, almost as strong as the metallic, coppery stench in my aching nose.
They shot me down. That military dude shot me out of the sky.
It didn’t make sense. I’d followed their orders, done everything they’d said, and yet the instant I veered safely away from whatever that thing in the sky had been, they’d fired, not at it, but at me.
Looking down (or rather, up) at my chest, I sucked in a gasp, which was harder to do that before.
The navy-blue shirt stuck to my torso with several big splotches of dark, rusty red. Most were clean slashes, but two held bits of glass sticking out of them, one alarmingly bigger than the other. They dripped cherry red blood onto my upturned face, and a wave of nausea hit me.
I gotta get down.
I flexed my arms to try and work some feeling back into them, praying nothing was broken. Half-numb from hanging so long, I palmed along my aching body until I felt the buckled for the seat belts.
“Okay.” I hissed between gritted teeth, in an effort to stave off my panic. “You can do this. Just hold on tight. Nice and tight. Here we go . . .”
Click.
Everything seemed to lurch, and I slid off the seat to plummet towards the muck-filled hole in the cockpit ceiling. My fingers were slick with blood and slipped over the smooth faux-leather pilot’s seat with ease. The shoulder belt snagged on the bits of glass that lay just under the left lowest rib, and a flare of white-hot pain ripped through me.
Wham.
I screamed, my right knee caught the edge of the aluminum ceiling, and both hands dove into a mound of leaf-covered glass shards on the opposite side of the hole. My head swam, being right-side-up again enough to make shadows gnaw at the corner of my eyes.
Forcing myself to breath slowly, I fought the urge to faint and slid back to sit on the smooth ceiling. I turned my hands over to see half a dozen bits of clear glass burrowed into my skin like greedy parasites, red blood weeping around the new cuts.
“Screw you.” I spat at the rubbish with angry tears in my eyes. “Screw you, screw you, screw you.”
The shards came out easy enough, and the cuts weren’t that deep, but that wasn’t what worried me. On my chest, the single piece of cockpit glass that remined was almost as big as my palm, and it really hurt. Just touching it felt like self-inflicted torture, but I knew it had to come out sooner or later.
Please don’t nick a vein.
Wiping my hands dry on my jeans, I gripped the shard with both hands, and jerked.
Fire roared over my ribs, and hot blood tickled my already grimy pale skin. I clapped a hand over the wound, pressing down hard, and grunted out a string of hateful expletives that my ouma would have slapped me for.
Lying on my back, I stared around me at the messy cargo compartment of the MD-902. Most of the medical supplies had been in cardboard boxes strapped down with heavy nylon tow-straps, but several cases had ruptured with the force of the impact, spraying bandages, syringes, and pill bottles all over the cluttered interior. Orange flames chewed at the crate furthest to the rear, the tail section long gone, but the foremost part of the hold was intact. Easily a million-dollar mess, it would have made me faint on any other trip, but today it was a godsend.
Half-blind in the darkness, I crawled along with only the firelight and lightning bolts to guide me, my right knee aching. Like a crippled raccoon, I collected things as I went, conscious of the two pallets of intact supplies weighing right over my head. I’d taken several different first-aid courses with some hunting buddies of mine, and the mental reflexes kicked in to help soothe my frazzled mind.
Check for bleeds, stop the worst, then move on.
Aside from my battered chest and stomach, the rest of me remained mostly unharmed. I had nasty bruises from the seatbelts, my right knee swelled, my nose slightly crooked and crusted in blood, but otherwise I was intact. Dowsing every scratch and cut with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol I found, I used butterfly closures on the smaller lacerations that peppered my skin. I wrapped soft white gauze over my abused palms and probed at the big cut where the last shard had been, only stopping when I was sure there were no pieces of glass wedged inside my flesh.
“Not too bad.” I grunted to myself, trying to sound impassive like a doctor might. “Rib must have stopped it. Gonna need stitches though. That’ll be fun.”
Pawing through the broken cases, I couldn’t find any suture chord, but just as I was about to give up, I noticed a small box that read ‘medical skin stapler’.
Bingo.
I tore the small white plastic stapler free from its packaging and eyeballed the device. I’d never done this before, only seen it in movies, and even though the cut in my skin hurt, I wondered if this wouldn’t be worse.
You’ve gotta do it. That bleeding needs to stop. Besides, no one’s coming to rescue you, not with those rocket-launching psychos out there.
Taking a deep breath, I pinched the skin around the gash together, and pressed the mouth of the stapler to it.
Click.
A sharp sting, like that of a needle bit at the skin, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the cut itself. I worked my way across the two-inch laceration and gave out a sigh of relief when it was done.
“Not going to bleed to death today.” I daubed ointment around the staples before winding more bandages over the wound.
Popping a few low-grade painkillers that tumbled from the cargo, I crawled wriggled through the nearest shattered window into the wet grass.
Raindrops kissed my face, clean and cool on my sweaty skin. Despite the thick cloud cover, there was enough constant lightning strikes within the storm to let me get glimpses of the world around me. My helicopter lay on its back, the blades snapped like pencils, with bits and pieces of it burning in chunks all around the small break in the trees. Chest-high scrub brush grew all around the low-lying ground, with pockets of standing water in places. My ears still rang from the impact of the crash, but I could start to pick up more crickets, frogs, and even some nocturnal birds singing into the darkness, like they didn’t notice the huge the hulk of flaming metal that had fallen from the sky. Overhead, the thunder rumbled onward, the feeble wind whistling, and there were other flashes on the horizon, orange and red ones, with crackles that didn’t sound quite like lightning.
The guns. They’re still fighting.
Instinctively, I pulled out my cellphone, and tapped the screen.
It fluttered to life, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t get through to anyone, not even with the emergency function designed to work around having no service. The complicated wonder of our modern world was little better than a glorified paperweight.
Stunned, I sat down with my back to the helicopter and rested my head against the aluminum skin of the craft. How I’d gone from a regular medical supply run to being marooned in this hellish parody of rural America, I didn’t know, but one thig was certain; I needed a plan. Whoever fired the missile could have already contacted my charter company and made up some excuse to keep them from coming to look for me. No one else knew I was here, and even though I now had six staples holding the worst of my injuries shut, I knew I needed proper medical attention. If I wanted to live, I’d have to rescue myself.
My bag. I need to get my go-bag, grab some gear and then . . . head somewhere else.
It took me a while to gather my green canvas paratrooper bag from its place behind the pilot’s seat and fill it with whatever supplies I could scrounge. My knee didn’t seem to be broken, but man did it hurt, and I dreaded the thought of walking on it for miles on end. I focused instead on inventorying my gear and trying to come up with a halfway intelligent plan of action.
I had a stainless-steel canteen with one of those detachable cups on the bottom, a little fishing kit, some duct tape, a lighter, a black LED flashlight with three spare batteries, a few tattered road maps with a compass, a spare pair of socks, medical supplies from the cargo, and a simple forest green plastic rain poncho. I also managed to unearth a functioning digital camcorder my ouma had gotten me for Christmas a few years back, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to do any filming in such a miserable state. Lastly, since it was a private supply run from a warehouse area near Pittsburgh to a direct hospital pad in Ohio, I’d been able to bring my K-Bar, a sturdy, and brutally simple knife designed for the Marine Corps that I used every time I went camping. It was pitiful in comparison to the rifle I wished I had with me, but that didn’t matter now. I had what I had, and I doubted my trusty Armalite would have alleviated my sore knee anyway.
Clicking on my flashlight, I huddled with the poncho around my shoulders inside the wreck of the chopper and peered at the dusty roadmaps. A small part of me hoped that a solution would jump out from the faded paper, but none came. These were all maps of western PA and eastern Ohio. None of them had a Barron County on them anywhere.
The man on the radio said to head north, right before they shot me down. That means they must be camped out to the north of here. South had that convoy and those burning houses, so that’s a no-go. Maybe I can backtrack eastward the way I came.
As if on cue, a soft pop echoed from over the eastern horizon, and I craned to look out the helicopter window, spotting more man-made flashes over the tree tops.
“Great.” I hissed between clenched teeth, aware of how the temperature dipped to a chilly 60 degrees, and how despite the conditions, my stomach had begun to growl. “Not going that way, are we? Westward it is.”
Walking away from my poor 902 proved to be harder than I’d anticipated. Despite the glass, the fizzling fires, and the darkness, it still held a familiar, human essence to it. Sitting inside it made me feel secure, safe, even calm about the situation. In any other circumstance, I would have just stayed with the downed aircraft to wait for help, but I knew the men who shot me down would likely find my crash site, and I didn’t want to be around when they did.
Unlike much of central and western Ohio, southeastern Ohio is hilly, brushy, and clogged with thick forests. Thorns snagged at my thin poncho and sliced at my pant legs. My knee throbbed, every step a form of self-inflicted torture. The rain never stopped, a steady drizzle from above just cold enough to be problematic as time went on, making me shiver. Mud slid under my tennis shoes, and every tree looked ten times bigger in the flickering beam of my cheap flashlight. Icy fear prickled at the back of my neck at some of the sounds that greeted me through the gloom. I’d been camping loads of times, both in Pennsylvania and elsewhere, but these noises were something otherworldly to me.
Strange howls, screeches, and calls permeated the rain-soaked sky, some almost roars, while others bordered on human in their intonation. The more I walked, the softer the distant gunfire became, and the more prevalent the odd sounds, until the shadows seemed to fill with them. I didn’t dare turn off my flashlight, or I’d been completely blind in the dark, but a little voice in the back of my head screamed that I was too visible, crunching through the gloomy forest with my long beam of light stabbing into the abyss. It felt as though a million eyes were on me, studying me, hunting me from the surrounding brush, and I bitterly recalled how much I’d loved the old Survivor Man TV series as a kid.
Not so fun being out in the woods at night. Especially alone.
A twig snapped somewhere behind me, and I whirled on the spot, one trembling hand resting on the hilt of my K-Bar.
Nothing. Nothing but trees, bushes, and rain dripping down in the darkness.
“This is stupid.” I whispered to myself to keep my nerves in check as I slowly spun on the spot. “I should have went eastward anyway. God knows how long I’m going to have to—”
Creak.
A groan of metal-on-metal echoed from somewhere to my right, and I spun to face it, yanking the knife on my belt free from its scabbard. It felt so small and useless in my hand, and I choked down a wave of nauseas fear.
Ka-whump. Creak. K-whump. Creak.
Underbrush cracked and crunched, a few smaller saplings thrashed, and from deep within the gloom, two yellow orbs flared to life. They poked through the mist in the trees, forming into slender fingers of golden light that swept back and forth in the dark.
The soldiers . . . they must be looking for me.
I swallowed hard and turned to slink away.
Ice jammed through my blood, and I froze on the spot, biting my tongue to stop the scream.
It stood not yards away, a huge form that towered a good twelve feet tall in the swirling shadows. Unpolished chrome blended with flash-rusted spots in the faded red paint, and grime-smeared glass shone with dull hues in the flashes of lightning. Where the wheels should have been, the rounded steel axels curved like some enormous hand had bent them, and the tires lay face-down on the muddy ground like big round feet, their hubcaps buried in the dirt. Dents, scrapes, and chips covered the battered thing, and its crooked little radio antenna pointed straight up from the old metal fender like a mast. I could barely make out the mud-coated VW on the rounded hood, and my mind reeled in shock.
Is . . . is that a car?
Both yellow headlights bathed me in a circle of bright, blinding light, and neither I nor the strange vehicle moved.
Seconds ticked by, the screech-thumping in the background only growing closer. I realized that I couldn’t hear any engine noises and had yet to see any soldiers or guns pointed my way. This car looked old, really old, like one of those classic Volkswagen Beetles that collectors fought over at auctions. Try as I might, I couldn’t see a driver inside the murky, mold-smeared windows.
Because there wasn’t one.
Lightning arched across the sky overhead, and the car standing in front of me blinked.
Its headlights slid shut, as if little metal shades had crawled over the bulbs for a moment and flicked open again. Something about that movement was so primal, so real, so lifelike, that every ounce of self-control I had melted in an instant.
Cursing under my breath, I lunged into the shrubs, and the world erupted around me.
Under my shoes, the ground shook, and the car surged after me in a cacophony of ka-thumps that made my already racing heart skip several beats. A weather-beaten brown tow truck from the 50’s charged through the thorns to my left, it’s headlights ablaze, and a dilapidated yellow school bus rose from its hiding place in the weeds to stand tall on four down-turned axel-legs. They all flicked their headlights on like giants waking from their slumber, and as I dodged past them, they each blared their horn into the night in alarm.
My breaths came short and tight, my knee burned, and I crashed through thorns and briars without thought to how badly I was getting cut up.
The cheap poncho tore, and I ripped it away as it caught on a tree branch.
A purple 70’s Mustang shook off its blanket of creeping vines and bounded from a stand of trees just ahead, forcing me to swerve to avoid being run over, my adrenaline at all-time highs.
This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening.
Slipping and sliding, I pushed through a stand of multiflora rose, and stumbled out into a flat, dark expanse.
I almost skidded to a stop.
What had once been a rather large field stood no taller than my shoestrings, the grass charred, and burnt. The storm above illuminated huge pieces of wreckage that lay scattered over the nearly 40-acre plot, and I could just make out the fire-blackened hulk of a fuselage resting a hundred yards away. The plane had been brought down a while ago it seemed, as there weren’t any flames left burning, and I threw myself toward it in frenzied desperation.
Burned grass and greasy brown topsoil slushed underfoot, and I could hear the squelching of the cars pursing me. Rain soaked me to the bone, and my lungs ached from sucking down the damp night air. A painful stich crept into my side, and I cursed myself for not putting in more time for cardio at the gym.
Something caught my left shoelace, and I hurtled to the ground, tasting mud and blood in between my teeth.
They’ve got me now.
I clawed at the mud, rolled, and watched a tire slam down mere inches from where my head had been. The Mustang loomed over me and jostled for position with the red Volkswagen and brown tow truck, the school bus still a few yards behind them. They couldn’t seem to decide who would get the pleasure of stomping me to death, and like a herd of stampeding wildebeest, they locked bumpers in an epic shoving match.
On all fours, I scampered out from under the sparring brutes, and dashed for the crumpled airplane, a white-painted DC-3 that looked like it had been cut in half by a gargantuan knife blade. I passed a snapped wing section, the oily remains of a turbo-prop engine, and a mutilated wheel from the landing gear. Climbing over a heap of mud, I squeezed into the back of the ruined flight cabin and dropped down into the dark cargo hold.
Wham.
No sooner had my sneakers hit the cold metal floor, and the entire plane rocked from the impact of something heavy ramming it just outside. I tumbled to my knees, screaming in pain as, once again, I managed to bash the sore one off a bracket in the wall.
My hand smeared in something gooey, and I scrabbled for my flashlight.
It clicked on, a wavering ball of white light in the pitch darkness, and I fought the urge to gag. “Oh man . . .”
Three people, or what was left of them, lay strewn over the narrow cargo area. Claret red blood coated the walls, caked on the floor, and clotted under my mud-spattered shoes. Bits of flesh and viscera were stuck to everything, and tatters of cloth hung from exposed sections of broken bone. An eerie set of bloody handprints adorned the walls, and the only reason I could tell it had been three people were the shoes; all of them bore anklebones sticking out above blood-soaked socks. It smelled sickly sweet, a strange, nauseas odor that crept into my nose and settled on the back of my tongue like an alien parasite.
Something glinted in the beam of my flashlight, and my pulse quickened as I pried the object loose from the severed arm that still clung to it.
“Hail Mary full of Grace.” I would have grinned if it weren’t for the fact that the plane continued to buck and roll under the assault from the cars outside.
The pistol looked old, but well-maintained, aside from the light coating of dark blood that stained its round wooden handle. It felt heavy, but good in my hand, and I turned it over to read the words, Waffenfabrik Mauser stenciled into the frame, with a large red 9 carved into the grip. For some reason, it vaguely reminded me of the blasters from Star Wars.
I fumbled with a little switch that looked like a safety on the back of the gun and stumbled toward a gap in the plane’s dented fuselage to aim out at the surrounding headlights.
Bang.
The old gun bucked reliably in my hand, its long barrel spitting a little jet of flame into the night. I had no idea if I hit anything, but the attacking cars recoiled, their horns blaring in confusion.
They turned, and scuttled for the tree line as fast as their mechanical legs could go, the entire ordeal over as fast as it had begun.
Did I do that?
Perplexed, I stared down at the pistol in my hand.
Whoosh.
A large, inky black shadow glided down from the clouds, and the yellow school bus moved too slow to react in time.
With a crash, the kicking nightmarish vehicle was thrown onto its side, spraying glass and chrome trim across the muddy field. Its electro-synth horn blared with wails of mechanical agony, as two huge talon-like feet clamped down on it, and the enormous head of the flying creature lowered to rip open its engine compartment.
The horn cut out, and the enormous flying entity jerked its head back to gulp down a mass of what looked like sticky black vines from the interior of the shattered bus.
At this range, I could see now that the flying creature bore two legs and had its wings half-tucked like a vulture that had descended to feed on roadkill. Its head turned slightly, and in the glow of another lightning bolt, my jaw went slack at the realization of what it was.
A tree trunk. It’s a rotted tree trunk.
I couldn’t tell where the reptilian beast began, and where the organic tree components ended, the upper part of the head shaped like a log, while the lower jaw resembled something out of a dinosaur movie. Its skin looked identical to the outside of a shagbark hickory but flexed with a supple featheriness that denoted something closer to skin. Sharp branch-like spines ranged down its back, and out to the end of its tail, which bore a massive round club shaped like a diseased tree-knot. Crouched on both hind legs, it braced the hooked ends of its folded wings against the ground like a bat, towering higher than a semi-truck. Under the folds of its armored head, a bulging pair of chameleon-like eyes constantly spun in their sockets, probing the dark for threats while it ate.
One black pupil locked onto the window I peered through, and my heart stopped.
The beast regarded me for a moment, with a curious, sideways sniff.
With a proud, contemptful head-toss, the shadow from the sky parted rows of razor-sharp teeth to let out a roar that shook the earth beneath my feet. It was the triumphant war cry of a creature that sat at the very top of the food chain, one that felt no threat from the fragile two-legged beings that walked the earth all around it. It hunted whenever it wanted, ate whatever it wanted, and flew wherever it wanted. It didn’t need to rip the plane apart to devour me.
Like my hunter-gatherer ancestors from thousands of years ago, I wasn’t even worth the energy it would take to pounce.
I’m hiding in the remains of the cockpit now, which is half-buried under the mud of the field, enough to shield the light from my screen so that thing doesn’t see it. My service only now came back, and it’s been over an hour since the winged beast started in on the dead bus. I don’t know when, or how I’m going to get out of here. I don’t know when anyone will even see this post, or if it will upload at all. My phone battery is almost dead, and at this point, I’m probably going to have to sleep among the corpses until daylight comes.
A dead man sleeping amongst friends.
If you live in the Noble County area in southeastern Ohio, be careful where you drive, fly, and boat. I don’t know if it’s possible to stumble into this strange place by ground, but if so, then these things are definitely headed your way.
If that happens . . . pray that they don’t find you.
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From 5,000 feet, the ground flew by in a carpet of dark forests and kelly-green fields. The sun hung low on the horizon in a picturesque array of dazzling orange and gold, and I could make out the narrow strip of the Ohio River to my left, glistening in the fading daylight. This time of year, the trees would be full of the sweet aroma of fresh blossoms, and the frequent rains kept small pockets of fluffy white mist hanging in the treetops. It was a beautiful view, one that reminded me of why being a helicopter pilot trumped flying in a jumbo jet far above the clouds every day of the week.
Fourteen more days, and I’m debt free.
That made me grin even more. I’d been working as a charter pilot ever since I obtained my license at age 19, and after years of keeping my nose to the grindstone, I was closing on the final payment for real-estate in western Pennsylvania. With no debt, a fixer-upper house on 30 rural acres all to myself, and a respectable wage for a 26-year-old pilot, I looked forward to the financial freedom I could now enjoy. Maybe I’d take a vacation, somewhere exotic like Venice Italy, or the Dominican Republic. Or perhaps I’d sock the money back for the day I started a family.
“Remember kleineun, a real man looks after his own.”
My elderly ouma’s voice came back from the depths of my memories, her proud, sun-tanned face rising from the darkness. She and my Rhodesian grandfather had emigrated to the US when they were newlyweds, as the violence against white Boer descendants in South Africa spiraled out of control. My mother and father both died in a car crash when I was six, and it had been my grandparents who raised me. Due to this, I’d grown up with a slight accent that many of my classmates found amusing, and I could speak both English, and Afrikaans, the Boer tongue of our former home.
I shifted in my seat, stretched my back muscles, and glanced at the picture taped to my console. Both my parents flanked a grinning, gap-toothed six-year-old me, at the last Christmas we’d spent together. My mother beamed, her dark hair and Italian features a sharp contrast to my father’s sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Sometimes, I liked to imagine they were smiling at me with pride at how well I flew the old silver-colored bird my company had assigned to me, and that made the long, lonely flights easier to bear.
A flicker caught my eye, and I broke my gaze away from the photograph.
Perched in its small cradle above the controls, my little black Garmin fuzzed over for a few seconds, its screen shifting from brightly colored maps to a barrage of grey static.
Did the power chord come loose?
I checked, ensuring the power-cable for the unit’s battery was plugged into the port on the control panel. It was a brand-new GPS unit, and I’d used it a few times already, so I knew it wasn’t defective. Granted, I could fly and navigate without it, but the Garmin made my time as a pilot so much easier that the thought of going blind was dreadful.
My fuel gauge danced, clicked to empty, then to full, in a bizarre jolt.
More of the gauges began to stutter, the entire panel seeming to develop terrets all at once, and my pulse began to race. Something was wrong, very wrong, and the sludge inside my bowels churned with sour fear.
“Come on, come on.” I flicked switches, turned dials, punched buttons, but nothing seemed to fix the spasming electronics. Every gauge failed, and without warning, I found myself plunged into inky darkness.
Outside, the sun surrendered to the pull of night, the sky darker than usual. A distant rumble of thunder reverberated above the roar of my helicopter’s engine, and I thought I glimpsed a streak of yellowish lightning on the far horizon to my left.
Calm down Chris. We’re still flying, so it must just be a blown fuse. Stay in control and find a place to set her down.
My sweaty palm slid on the cyclic stick, and both feet weighed heavy on the yaw pedals. The collective stuck to my other hand with a nervous vibration, and I squinted against the abyss outside.
Beep.
I jumped despite myself, as the little Garmin on my panel flared back to life, the static pulling aside to reveal a twitching display. Each time the screen glitched, it showed the colorful map detailing my flight path over the ground below, but I noticed that some of the lines changed, the names shifting, as if the device couldn’t decide between two different versions of the world.
One name jutted out at me, slate gray like most of the major county names, appearing with ghostly flickers from between two neighboring ones.
Barron County.
I stared, confused. I’d flown over this section of southeastern Ohio plenty of times, and I knew the counties by heart. At this point, I should have been over the southern end of Noble County, and maybe dipping lower into Washington. There was no Barron County Ohio. I was sure of it.
And yet it shown back at me from the digital landscape, a strange, almost cigar-shaped chunk of terrain carved from the surrounding counties like a tumor, sometimes there, sometimes not, as my little Garmin struggled to find the correct map. Rain began to patter against my cockpit window, and the entire aircraft rattled from a strong gust of wind. Thick clouds closed over my field of vision like a sea of gray cotton.
The blood in my veins turned to ice, and I sucked in a nervous breath.
Land. I had to land. There was nothing else to do, my flight controls weren’t responding, and only my Garmin had managed to come back to life. Perhaps I’d been hit by lightning, and the electronics had been fried? Either way, it was too dark to tell, but a storm seemed to be brewing, and if I didn’t get my feet on the ground soon, I could be in real trouble.
“Better safe than sorry.” I pushed down on the collective to start my slow descent and clicked the talking button for my headset. “Any station, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, over.”
Nothing.
“Any station, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, requesting emergency assistance, over.”
Still nothing.
If the radio’s dead, I’m really up a creek.
With my hand shaking, I clicked on the mic one more time. “Any station, this is—”
Like a curtain pulling back, the fog cleared from around my window, and the words stuck in my throat.
Without my gauges, I couldn’t tell just how far I’d descended, but I was definitely very low. Thick trees poked up from the ground, and the hills rolled into high ridges with flat valley floors, fields and pastures pockmarking them. Rain fell all around in cold, silvery sheets, a normal feature for the mid spring in this part of Ohio.
What wasn’t normal, were the fires.
At first, I thought they were forest fires for the amount of smoke and flames that bellowed from each spot, but as I swooped lower, my eyes widened in horror.
They were houses.
Farms, cottages, little clusters that barely constituted villages, all of them belched orange flames and black pillars of sooty smoke. I couldn’t hear above the helicopter blades, but I could see the flashes on the ground, along the road, in between the trees, and even coming from the burning buildings, little jets of golden light that spat into the darkness with anger.
Gunfire. That’s rifle fire, a whole lot of it.
Tiny black figures darted through the shadows, barely discernable from where I sat, several hundred feet up. I couldn’t see much, but some were definitely running away, the streaks of yellow gunfire chasing them. A few dark gray vehicles rumbled down one of the gravel roads, and sprayed fire into the houses as it went. They were fighting, I realized, the people in the trucks and the locals. It was horrific, like something out of war-torn Afghanistan, but worse.
Then, I caught a glimpse of the others.
They didn’t move like the rest, who either fled from the dark vehicles, or fired back from behind cover. These skinny figures loped along with haphazard gaits, many running on all fours like animals, swarming from the trees by the dozens. They threw themselves into the gales of bullets without flinching, attacking anyone within range, and something about the way they moved, so fluid, so fearless, made my heart skip a beat.
What is that?
“Echo Four Actual to unknown caller, please respond, over.”
Choking back a cry of shock, I fumbled at the control panel with clumsy fingers, the man’s voice sharp and stern. I hadn’t realized that I’d let go of the talking button and clicked it down again. “Hello? Hello, this is Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot out of Pittsburgh, over.”
An excruciating moment passed, and I continued to zoom over the trees, the fires falling away behind me as more silent forest took over.
“Roger that Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, we read you loud and clear. Please identify yourself and any passengers or cargo you might be carrying, over.”
Swallowing hard, I eyed the treetops, which looked much closer than they should have been. How far had I descended? “Echo Four Actual, my name is Christopher Dekker, and I am alone. I’m a charter flight from PA, carrying medical equipment for OSU in Columbus. My controls have been damaged, and I am unable to safely carry on due to the storm. Requesting permission to land, over.”
I watched the landscape slide by underneath me, once catching sight of what looked like a little white church surrounded by smaller huts, dozens of figures in the yard staring up at me as I flew over a towering ridgeline.
“Solid copy on that Douglass Three-One-Four-Foxtrot. Be advised, your transponder shows you to be inside a restricted zone. Please cease all radio traffic, reduce your speed, climb to 3,000 feet and proceed north. We’ll talk you in from there. How copy, over?”
My heart jumped, and I let out a sigh of relief. “Roger that Echo Four Actual, my altimeter is down, but I’ll do my best to eyeball the altitude, over.”
With that, I pulled the collective upward, and tried my best to gauge how far I was by eyesight in the gathering night, rain still coming down all around me. This had to be some kind of disaster or riot, I decided. After all, the voice over the radio sounded like military, and those vehicles seemed to have heavy weapons. Maybe there was some kind of unrest going on here that I hadn’t heard about yet?
Kind of weird for it to happen in rural areas though. Spoiled college kids I get, but never saw farmers get so worked up before. They usually love the military.
Something moved in the corner of my eye, and I turned out of reflex.
My mouth fell open, and I froze, unable to scream.
In the sky beside me, a huge shadow glided along, and its leathery wings effortlessly carved through the gloom, flapping only on occasion to keep it aloft. It was too dark for me to see what color it was, but from the way it moved, I knew it wasn’t another helicopter. No, this thing was alive, easily the size of a small plane, and more than twice the length of my little McDonald Douglass. A long tail trailed behind it, and bore a distinct arrow-shaped snout, with twig-like spines fanned out around the back of its head. Whatever legs it had were drawn up under it like a bird, yet its skin appeared rough and knobby, almost resembling tree bark. Without pause, the gigantic bat-winged entity flew along beside me, as if my presence was on par with an annoying fly buzzing about its head.
Gripping the microphone switch so tight, I thought I’d crack the plastic, I whispered into my headset, forgetting all radio protocol. “T-There’s something up here.”
Static crackled.
“Douglas Three-One-Four-Foxtrot, say again your last, you’re coming in weak and unreadable, over.”
“There’s something up here.” I snarled into the headset, still glued to the controls of the helicopter, afraid to deviate even an inch from my course in case the monstrosity decided to turn on me. “A freaking huge thing, right beside me. I swear, it looks like a bat or . . . I don’t know.”
“Calm down.” The man on the other end of the radio broke his rigorous discipline as well, his voice deep, but level. “It won’t attack if you don’t move too fast. Slowly ease away from it and follow that course until you’re out of sight.”
I didn’t have time to think about how wrong that sounded, how the man’s strict tone had changed to one of knowledge, how he hadn’t been the least surprised by what I’d said. Instead, I slowly turned the helicopter away from the huge menace and edged the speed higher in tiny increments.
As soon as I was roughly two football fields away, I let myself relax, and clicked the mic switch. “It’s not following.”
“You’re sure?”
Eyeing the huge flapping wings, I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m well clear.”
“Good. Thank you, Mr. Dekker.”
Then, the radio went dead.
Something in my chest dropped, a weight that made my stomach roil. This wasn’t right, none of it. Who was that man? Why did he know about the thing I’d just seen? What was I supposed to—
A flash of light exploded from the trees to my right and shot into the air with a long finger of smoke.
What the . . .
On instinct, I jerked the cyclic stick to one side, and the helicopter swung to avoid the rocket.
Boom.
My world shook, metal screeched, and a dozen alarms began to go off inside the cockpit in a cacophony of beeps and sirens. Orange and red flames lit up the night sky just behind me, and the horizon started to spin wildly outside. Heat gushed from the cockpit door, and I smelled the greasy stench of burning oil. The safety belts dug into my shoulders, and with a final slip, the radio headset ripped free from my scalp.
I’m hit.
Desperate, I yanked on the controls, fought the bird even as she spun toward the ground in a wreath of flames, the inky black trees hurtling up to meet me. The helicopter went into full auto-rotation, the sky blurring past outside, and the alarms blared in a screech of doom. Panic slammed through my temples, I screamed at the top of my lungs, and for one brief second, my eyes locked on the little black Garmin still perched atop my control panel.
Its screen stopped twitching and settled on a map of the mysterious Barron County, with a little red arrow at the center of the screen, a few words popping up underneath it.
You are here.
Trees stabbed up into the sky, the belts crushed at my torso, glass shattered all around me, and the world went dark.
Copper, thick, warm, and tangy.
It filled my mouth, stank metallic in my nose, clogged my throat, choking me. In the murkiness, I fought for a surface, for a way out, blind and numb in the dark.
This way, kleineun.
My ouma’s voice echoed from somewhere in the shadows.
This way.
Both eyes flew open, and I gagged, spitting out a stream of red.
Pain throbbed in my ribs, and a heavy pressure sent a tingling numbness through my shoulders. Blood roared inside my temples, and stars danced before my eyes with a dizzying array. Humid night air kissed my skin, and something sticky coated my face, neck, and arms that hung straight up toward the ceiling.
Wait. Not up. Down.
I blinked at the wrinkled, torn ceiling of the cockpit, the glass all gone, the gray aluminum shredded like tissue paper. Just outside the broken windows, thick Appalachian bluegrass and stemmy underbrush swished in a feeble breeze, backlit by flashes of lightning from the thunderstorm overhead. Green and brown leaves covered everything in a wet carpet of triangles, and somewhere nearby, a cricket chirped.
Turning my head from side to side, I realized that I hung upside down inside the ruined helicopter, the top half burrowed into the mud. I could hear the hissing and crackling of flames, the pattering of rain falling on the hot aluminum, and the smaller brush fires around the downed aircraft sizzling out in the damp long grass. Charred steel and burning oil tainted the air, almost as strong as the metallic, coppery stench in my aching nose.
They shot me down. That military dude shot me out of the sky.
It didn’t make sense. I’d followed their orders, done everything they’d said, and yet the instant I veered safely away from whatever that thing in the sky had been, they’d fired, not at it, but at me.
Looking down (or rather, up) at my chest, I sucked in a gasp, which was harder to do that before.
The navy-blue shirt stuck to my torso with several big splotches of dark, rusty red. Most were clean slashes, but two held bits of glass sticking out of them, one alarmingly bigger than the other. They dripped cherry red blood onto my upturned face, and a wave of nausea hit me.
I gotta get down.
I flexed my arms to try and work some feeling back into them, praying nothing was broken. Half-numb from hanging so long, I palmed along my aching body until I felt the buckled for the seat belts.
“Okay.” I hissed between gritted teeth, in an effort to stave off my panic. “You can do this. Just hold on tight. Nice and tight. Here we go . . .”
Click.
Everything seemed to lurch, and I slid off the seat to plummet towards the muck-filled hole in the cockpit ceiling. My fingers were slick with blood and slipped over the smooth faux-leather pilot’s seat with ease. The shoulder belt snagged on the bits of glass that lay just under the left lowest rib, and a flare of white-hot pain ripped through me.
Wham.
I screamed, my right knee caught the edge of the aluminum ceiling, and both hands dove into a mound of leaf-covered glass shards on the opposite side of the hole. My head swam, being right-side-up again enough to make shadows gnaw at the corner of my eyes.
Forcing myself to breath slowly, I fought the urge to faint and slid back to sit on the smooth ceiling. I turned my hands over to see half a dozen bits of clear glass burrowed into my skin like greedy parasites, red blood weeping around the new cuts.
“Screw you.” I spat at the rubbish with angry tears in my eyes. “Screw you, screw you, screw you.”
The shards came out easy enough, and the cuts weren’t that deep, but that wasn’t what worried me. On my chest, the single piece of cockpit glass that remined was almost as big as my palm, and it really hurt. Just touching it felt like self-inflicted torture, but I knew it had to come out sooner or later.
Please don’t nick a vein.
Wiping my hands dry on my jeans, I gripped the shard with both hands, and jerked.
Fire roared over my ribs, and hot blood tickled my already grimy pale skin. I clapped a hand over the wound, pressing down hard, and grunted out a string of hateful expletives that my ouma would have slapped me for.
Lying on my back, I stared around me at the messy cargo compartment of the MD-902. Most of the medical supplies had been in cardboard boxes strapped down with heavy nylon tow-straps, but several cases had ruptured with the force of the impact, spraying bandages, syringes, and pill bottles all over the cluttered interior. Orange flames chewed at the crate furthest to the rear, the tail section long gone, but the foremost part of the hold was intact. Easily a million-dollar mess, it would have made me faint on any other trip, but today it was a godsend.
Half-blind in the darkness, I crawled along with only the firelight and lightning bolts to guide me, my right knee aching. Like a crippled raccoon, I collected things as I went, conscious of the two pallets of intact supplies weighing right over my head. I’d taken several different first-aid courses with some hunting buddies of mine, and the mental reflexes kicked in to help soothe my frazzled mind.
Check for bleeds, stop the worst, then move on.
Aside from my battered chest and stomach, the rest of me remained mostly unharmed. I had nasty bruises from the seatbelts, my right knee swelled, my nose slightly crooked and crusted in blood, but otherwise I was intact. Dowsing every scratch and cut with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol I found, I used butterfly closures on the smaller lacerations that peppered my skin. I wrapped soft white gauze over my abused palms and probed at the big cut where the last shard had been, only stopping when I was sure there were no pieces of glass wedged inside my flesh.
“Not too bad.” I grunted to myself, trying to sound impassive like a doctor might. “Rib must have stopped it. Gonna need stitches though. That’ll be fun.”
Pawing through the broken cases, I couldn’t find any suture chord, but just as I was about to give up, I noticed a small box that read ‘medical skin stapler’.
Bingo.
I tore the small white plastic stapler free from its packaging and eyeballed the device. I’d never done this before, only seen it in movies, and even though the cut in my skin hurt, I wondered if this wouldn’t be worse.
You’ve gotta do it. That bleeding needs to stop. Besides, no one’s coming to rescue you, not with those rocket-launching psychos out there.
Taking a deep breath, I pinched the skin around the gash together, and pressed the mouth of the stapler to it.
Click.
A sharp sting, like that of a needle bit at the skin, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the cut itself. I worked my way across the two-inch laceration and gave out a sigh of relief when it was done.
“Not going to bleed to death today.” I daubed ointment around the staples before winding more bandages over the wound.
Popping a few low-grade painkillers that tumbled from the cargo, I crawled wriggled through the nearest shattered window into the wet grass.
Raindrops kissed my face, clean and cool on my sweaty skin. Despite the thick cloud cover, there was enough constant lightning strikes within the storm to let me get glimpses of the world around me. My helicopter lay on its back, the blades snapped like pencils, with bits and pieces of it burning in chunks all around the small break in the trees. Chest-high scrub brush grew all around the low-lying ground, with pockets of standing water in places. My ears still rang from the impact of the crash, but I could start to pick up more crickets, frogs, and even some nocturnal birds singing into the darkness, like they didn’t notice the huge the hulk of flaming metal that had fallen from the sky. Overhead, the thunder rumbled onward, the feeble wind whistling, and there were other flashes on the horizon, orange and red ones, with crackles that didn’t sound quite like lightning.
The guns. They’re still fighting.
Instinctively, I pulled out my cellphone, and tapped the screen.
It fluttered to life, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t get through to anyone, not even with the emergency function designed to work around having no service. The complicated wonder of our modern world was little better than a glorified paperweight.
Stunned, I sat down with my back to the helicopter and rested my head against the aluminum skin of the craft. How I’d gone from a regular medical supply run to being marooned in this hellish parody of rural America, I didn’t know, but one thig was certain; I needed a plan. Whoever fired the missile could have already contacted my charter company and made up some excuse to keep them from coming to look for me. No one else knew I was here, and even though I now had six staples holding the worst of my injuries shut, I knew I needed proper medical attention. If I wanted to live, I’d have to rescue myself.
My bag. I need to get my go-bag, grab some gear and then . . . head somewhere else.
It took me a while to gather my green canvas paratrooper bag from its place behind the pilot’s seat and fill it with whatever supplies I could scrounge. My knee didn’t seem to be broken, but man did it hurt, and I dreaded the thought of walking on it for miles on end. I focused instead on inventorying my gear and trying to come up with a halfway intelligent plan of action.
I had a stainless-steel canteen with one of those detachable cups on the bottom, a little fishing kit, some duct tape, a lighter, a black LED flashlight with three spare batteries, a few tattered road maps with a compass, a spare pair of socks, medical supplies from the cargo, and a simple forest green plastic rain poncho. I also managed to unearth a functioning digital camcorder my ouma had gotten me for Christmas a few years back, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to do any filming in such a miserable state. Lastly, since it was a private supply run from a warehouse area near Pittsburgh to a direct hospital pad in Ohio, I’d been able to bring my K-Bar, a sturdy, and brutally simple knife designed for the Marine Corps that I used every time I went camping. It was pitiful in comparison to the rifle I wished I had with me, but that didn’t matter now. I had what I had, and I doubted my trusty Armalite would have alleviated my sore knee anyway.
Clicking on my flashlight, I huddled with the poncho around my shoulders inside the wreck of the chopper and peered at the dusty roadmaps. A small part of me hoped that a solution would jump out from the faded paper, but none came. These were all maps of western PA and eastern Ohio. None of them had a Barron County on them anywhere.
The man on the radio said to head north, right before they shot me down. That means they must be camped out to the north of here. South had that convoy and those burning houses, so that’s a no-go. Maybe I can backtrack eastward the way I came.
As if on cue, a soft pop echoed from over the eastern horizon, and I craned to look out the helicopter window, spotting more man-made flashes over the tree tops.
“Great.” I hissed between clenched teeth, aware of how the temperature dipped to a chilly 60 degrees, and how despite the conditions, my stomach had begun to growl. “Not going that way, are we? Westward it is.”
Walking away from my poor 902 proved to be harder than I’d anticipated. Despite the glass, the fizzling fires, and the darkness, it still held a familiar, human essence to it. Sitting inside it made me feel secure, safe, even calm about the situation. In any other circumstance, I would have just stayed with the downed aircraft to wait for help, but I knew the men who shot me down would likely find my crash site, and I didn’t want to be around when they did.
Unlike much of central and western Ohio, southeastern Ohio is hilly, brushy, and clogged with thick forests. Thorns snagged at my thin poncho and sliced at my pant legs. My knee throbbed, every step a form of self-inflicted torture. The rain never stopped, a steady drizzle from above just cold enough to be problematic as time went on, making me shiver. Mud slid under my tennis shoes, and every tree looked ten times bigger in the flickering beam of my cheap flashlight. Icy fear prickled at the back of my neck at some of the sounds that greeted me through the gloom. I’d been camping loads of times, both in Pennsylvania and elsewhere, but these noises were something otherworldly to me.
Strange howls, screeches, and calls permeated the rain-soaked sky, some almost roars, while others bordered on human in their intonation. The more I walked, the softer the distant gunfire became, and the more prevalent the odd sounds, until the shadows seemed to fill with them. I didn’t dare turn off my flashlight, or I’d been completely blind in the dark, but a little voice in the back of my head screamed that I was too visible, crunching through the gloomy forest with my long beam of light stabbing into the abyss. It felt as though a million eyes were on me, studying me, hunting me from the surrounding brush, and I bitterly recalled how much I’d loved the old Survivor Man TV series as a kid.
Not so fun being out in the woods at night. Especially alone.
A twig snapped somewhere behind me, and I whirled on the spot, one trembling hand resting on the hilt of my K-Bar.
Nothing. Nothing but trees, bushes, and rain dripping down in the darkness.
“This is stupid.” I whispered to myself to keep my nerves in check as I slowly spun on the spot. “I should have went eastward anyway. God knows how long I’m going to have to—”
Creak.
A groan of metal-on-metal echoed from somewhere to my right, and I spun to face it, yanking the knife on my belt free from its scabbard. It felt so small and useless in my hand, and I choked down a wave of nauseas fear.
Ka-whump. Creak. K-whump. Creak.
Underbrush cracked and crunched, a few smaller saplings thrashed, and from deep within the gloom, two yellow orbs flared to life. They poked through the mist in the trees, forming into slender fingers of golden light that swept back and forth in the dark.
The soldiers . . . they must be looking for me.
I swallowed hard and turned to slink away.
Ice jammed through my blood, and I froze on the spot, biting my tongue to stop the scream.
It stood not yards away, a huge form that towered a good twelve feet tall in the swirling shadows. Unpolished chrome blended with flash-rusted spots in the faded red paint, and grime-smeared glass shone with dull hues in the flashes of lightning. Where the wheels should have been, the rounded steel axels curved like some enormous hand had bent them, and the tires lay face-down on the muddy ground like big round feet, their hubcaps buried in the dirt. Dents, scrapes, and chips covered the battered thing, and its crooked little radio antenna pointed straight up from the old metal fender like a mast. I could barely make out the mud-coated VW on the rounded hood, and my mind reeled in shock.
Is . . . is that a car?
Both yellow headlights bathed me in a circle of bright, blinding light, and neither I nor the strange vehicle moved.
Seconds ticked by, the screech-thumping in the background only growing closer. I realized that I couldn’t hear any engine noises and had yet to see any soldiers or guns pointed my way. This car looked old, really old, like one of those classic Volkswagen Beetles that collectors fought over at auctions. Try as I might, I couldn’t see a driver inside the murky, mold-smeared windows.
Because there wasn’t one.
Lightning arched across the sky overhead, and the car standing in front of me blinked.
Its headlights slid shut, as if little metal shades had crawled over the bulbs for a moment and flicked open again. Something about that movement was so primal, so real, so lifelike, that every ounce of self-control I had melted in an instant.
Cursing under my breath, I lunged into the shrubs, and the world erupted around me.
Under my shoes, the ground shook, and the car surged after me in a cacophony of ka-thumps that made my already racing heart skip several beats. A weather-beaten brown tow truck from the 50’s charged through the thorns to my left, it’s headlights ablaze, and a dilapidated yellow school bus rose from its hiding place in the weeds to stand tall on four down-turned axel-legs. They all flicked their headlights on like giants waking from their slumber, and as I dodged past them, they each blared their horn into the night in alarm.
My breaths came short and tight, my knee burned, and I crashed through thorns and briars without thought to how badly I was getting cut up.
The cheap poncho tore, and I ripped it away as it caught on a tree branch.
A purple 70’s Mustang shook off its blanket of creeping vines and bounded from a stand of trees just ahead, forcing me to swerve to avoid being run over, my adrenaline at all-time highs.
This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening.
Slipping and sliding, I pushed through a stand of multiflora rose, and stumbled out into a flat, dark expanse.
I almost skidded to a stop.
What had once been a rather large field stood no taller than my shoestrings, the grass charred, and burnt. The storm above illuminated huge pieces of wreckage that lay scattered over the nearly 40-acre plot, and I could just make out the fire-blackened hulk of a fuselage resting a hundred yards away. The plane had been brought down a while ago it seemed, as there weren’t any flames left burning, and I threw myself toward it in frenzied desperation.
Burned grass and greasy brown topsoil slushed underfoot, and I could hear the squelching of the cars pursing me. Rain soaked me to the bone, and my lungs ached from sucking down the damp night air. A painful stich crept into my side, and I cursed myself for not putting in more time for cardio at the gym.
Something caught my left shoelace, and I hurtled to the ground, tasting mud and blood in between my teeth.
They’ve got me now.
I clawed at the mud, rolled, and watched a tire slam down mere inches from where my head had been. The Mustang loomed over me and jostled for position with the red Volkswagen and brown tow truck, the school bus still a few yards behind them. They couldn’t seem to decide who would get the pleasure of stomping me to death, and like a herd of stampeding wildebeest, they locked bumpers in an epic shoving match.
On all fours, I scampered out from under the sparring brutes, and dashed for the crumpled airplane, a white-painted DC-3 that looked like it had been cut in half by a gargantuan knife blade. I passed a snapped wing section, the oily remains of a turbo-prop engine, and a mutilated wheel from the landing gear. Climbing over a heap of mud, I squeezed into the back of the ruined flight cabin and dropped down into the dark cargo hold.
Wham.
No sooner had my sneakers hit the cold metal floor, and the entire plane rocked from the impact of something heavy ramming it just outside. I tumbled to my knees, screaming in pain as, once again, I managed to bash the sore one off a bracket in the wall.
My hand smeared in something gooey, and I scrabbled for my flashlight.
It clicked on, a wavering ball of white light in the pitch darkness, and I fought the urge to gag. “Oh man . . .”
Three people, or what was left of them, lay strewn over the narrow cargo area. Claret red blood coated the walls, caked on the floor, and clotted under my mud-spattered shoes. Bits of flesh and viscera were stuck to everything, and tatters of cloth hung from exposed sections of broken bone. An eerie set of bloody handprints adorned the walls, and the only reason I could tell it had been three people were the shoes; all of them bore anklebones sticking out above blood-soaked socks. It smelled sickly sweet, a strange, nauseas odor that crept into my nose and settled on the back of my tongue like an alien parasite.
Something glinted in the beam of my flashlight, and my pulse quickened as I pried the object loose from the severed arm that still clung to it.
“Hail Mary full of Grace.” I would have grinned if it weren’t for the fact that the plane continued to buck and roll under the assault from the cars outside.
The pistol looked old, but well-maintained, aside from the light coating of dark blood that stained its round wooden handle. It felt heavy, but good in my hand, and I turned it over to read the words, Waffenfabrik Mauser stenciled into the frame, with a large red 9 carved into the grip. For some reason, it vaguely reminded me of the blasters from Star Wars.
I fumbled with a little switch that looked like a safety on the back of the gun and stumbled toward a gap in the plane’s dented fuselage to aim out at the surrounding headlights.
Bang.
The old gun bucked reliably in my hand, its long barrel spitting a little jet of flame into the night. I had no idea if I hit anything, but the attacking cars recoiled, their horns blaring in confusion.
They turned, and scuttled for the tree line as fast as their mechanical legs could go, the entire ordeal over as fast as it had begun.
Did I do that?
Perplexed, I stared down at the pistol in my hand.
Whoosh.
A large, inky black shadow glided down from the clouds, and the yellow school bus moved too slow to react in time.
With a crash, the kicking nightmarish vehicle was thrown onto its side, spraying glass and chrome trim across the muddy field. Its electro-synth horn blared with wails of mechanical agony, as two huge talon-like feet clamped down on it, and the enormous head of the flying creature lowered to rip open its engine compartment.
The horn cut out, and the enormous flying entity jerked its head back to gulp down a mass of what looked like sticky black vines from the interior of the shattered bus.
At this range, I could see now that the flying creature bore two legs and had its wings half-tucked like a vulture that had descended to feed on roadkill. Its head turned slightly, and in the glow of another lightning bolt, my jaw went slack at the realization of what it was.
A tree trunk. It’s a rotted tree trunk.
I couldn’t tell where the reptilian beast began, and where the organic tree components ended, the upper part of the head shaped like a log, while the lower jaw resembled something out of a dinosaur movie. Its skin looked identical to the outside of a shagbark hickory but flexed with a supple featheriness that denoted something closer to skin. Sharp branch-like spines ranged down its back, and out to the end of its tail, which bore a massive round club shaped like a diseased tree-knot. Crouched on both hind legs, it braced the hooked ends of its folded wings against the ground like a bat, towering higher than a semi-truck. Under the folds of its armored head, a bulging pair of chameleon-like eyes constantly spun in their sockets, probing the dark for threats while it ate.
One black pupil locked onto the window I peered through, and my heart stopped.
The beast regarded me for a moment, with a curious, sideways sniff.
With a proud, contemptful head-toss, the shadow from the sky parted rows of razor-sharp teeth to let out a roar that shook the earth beneath my feet. It was the triumphant war cry of a creature that sat at the very top of the food chain, one that felt no threat from the fragile two-legged beings that walked the earth all around it. It hunted whenever it wanted, ate whatever it wanted, and flew wherever it wanted. It didn’t need to rip the plane apart to devour me.
Like my hunter-gatherer ancestors from thousands of years ago, I wasn’t even worth the energy it would take to pounce.
I’m hiding in the remains of the cockpit now, which is half-buried under the mud of the field, enough to shield the light from my screen so that thing doesn’t see it. My service only now came back, and it’s been over an hour since the winged beast started in on the dead bus. I don’t know when, or how I’m going to get out of here. I don’t know when anyone will even see this post, or if it will upload at all. My phone battery is almost dead, and at this point, I’m probably going to have to sleep among the corpses until daylight comes.
A dead man sleeping amongst friends.
If you live in the Noble County area in southeastern Ohio, be careful where you drive, fly, and boat. I don’t know if it’s possible to stumble into this strange place by ground, but if so, then these things are definitely headed your way.
If that happens . . . pray that they don’t find you.
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2023.06.01 17:52 homesNYCgroup "Selling Your Home in a Competitive Market: Strategies for Success in NYC
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2023.06.01 17:34 welp007 Jamie Dimon CEO of JPMorgan Chase was deposed last Friday in the Jeffrey Epstein case. This deposition revealed an email stating that Mr. Dimon was to be treated to “heavy snacks” at Epstein’s home in the U.S. Virgin Islands.
 | By Pam Martens and Russ Martens: June 1, 2023 ~ submitted by welp007 to Superstonk [link] [comments] After much delay and legal protests by JPMorgan Chase, its Chairman and CEO, Jamie Dimon, was forced by a Manhattan federal court to testify under oath in a deposition about what he personally knew about the bank’s long-term customer relationship with child sex trafficker Jeffrey Epstein. (Epstein died in a Manhattan jail on August 10, 2019. His death was ruled a suicide by the medical examiner.) The deposition was held last Friday, May 26, at the offices of JPMorgan Chase in Manhattan. In a surprise move, opposing counsels agreed yesterday to release the transcript of the deposition, with some segments marked as sensitive and redacted. The deposition arose as a result of two lawsuits being heard by Judge Jed Rakoff in the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York. One lawsuit is on behalf of an alleged sexual assault victim of Epstein, Jane Doe 1. The other lawsuit was brought by the Attorney General’s office for the U.S. Virgin Islands (USVI) where Epstein maintained a secluded compound on a private island he owned. According to Dimon’s version of events, he lived a cloistered existence in a corner office on the 48th floor of 270 Park Avenue where even the executives who directly reported to him and worked only “a couple hundred feet” away from his office, never shared with Dimon the bank’s many years of internal investigations about Epstein’s massive cash withdrawals from his accounts at the bank, that sometimes averaged more than $20,000 to $40,000 a month, or its investigations of Epstein’s sex trafficking of underage girls. According to the lawsuits, Epstein had accounts at the bank from 1998 to 2013, at times amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars. According to Dimon, even the former Director of the Division of Enforcement at the Securities and Exchange Commission, Stephen Cutler, who became General Counsel at JPMorgan Chase in February of 2007, worked in the office next door to Dimon and reported to Dimon, didn’t share his numerous objections with Dimon to keeping the Epstein accounts at the bank. An email was introduced by opposing counsel during the deposition, showing that as far back as 2011, Cutler had written in an email referring to Epstein that “This is not an honorable person in any way. He should not be a client.” According to the deposition transcript, it was two executives who worked on the 48th floor with Dimon, Jes Staley and Mary Erdoes, who decided to retain Epstein as a client after his Florida indictment, arrest, jail term and after multiple internal investigations of his large cash withdrawals from his JPMorgan Chase accounts. Despite dozens of news articles about Epstein being indicted in Florida for soliciting sex with a minor in 2006; despite bestselling author, James Patterson’s 2016 book, “Filthy Rich,” covering Epstein’s sexual assaults on young girls; notwithstanding Julie Brown’s blockbuster series on Epstein’s crimes against young women in the Miami Herald in 2018, which caused a viral media storm, Dimon’s under-oath position in the deposition was this: “I don’t recall knowing anything about Jeffrey Epstein until the stories broke sometime in 2019. And I was surprised that I didn’t even — had never even heard of the guy, pretty much, and how involved he was with so many people.” That testimony came despite Dimon stating during the deposition that he read the following newspapers: the New York Times, the Financial Times, the Washington Post, and the Wall Street Journal. Another serious challenge to Dimon’s efforts to distance himself from any knowledge of Epstein or involvement with him came toward the end of the deposition when well-known lawyer, David Boies, of law firm Boies, Schiller & Flexner LLP, introduced an email directly referring to an Epstein meeting with Dimon. (Boies is one of the lawyers representing the Jane Doe 1 victim of Epstein in her lawsuit against the bank.) The exchange went as follows: Boies: “On February 26, 2010, Lesley Groff writes Mr. Epstein on the subject of, Jes [Staley] and Jamie. ‘Shall I have Lynn prepare heavy snacks for your evening appointments with [redacted], Jes Staley and Jamie Dimon? Or is this to be a nice, sit-down dinner at 9 p.m.?’ And Mr. Epstein replies, ‘Snacks.’ “ Dimon responds: “I have never had an appointment with Jeff Epstein. I’ve never met Jeff Epstein. I never knew Jeff Epstein. I never went to Jeff Epstein’s house. I never had a meal with Jeff Epstein. I have no idea what they’re referring to here.” The overall thrust of the U.S. Virgin Islands case against the bank is presented in its second amended complaint as follows: “…based on documents reviewed and interviews conducted by the Government, JP Morgan knowingly facilitated, sustained, and concealed the human trafficking network operated by Jeffrey Epstein from his home and base in the Virgin Islands, and financially benefitted from this participation, directly or indirectly, by failing to comply with federal banking regulations, [redacted]. JP Morgan facilitated and concealed wire and cash transactions that raised suspicion of—and were in fact part of—a criminal enterprise whose currency was the sexual servitude of dozens of women and girls in and beyond the Virgin Islands. Human trafficking was the principal business of the accounts Epstein maintained at JP Morgan. “Upon information and belief, JP Morgan turned a blind eye to evidence of human trafficking over more than a decade because of Epstein’s own financial footprint, and because of the deals and clients that Epstein brought and promised to bring to the bank. These decisions were advocated and approved at the senior levels of JP Morgan, including by the former chief executive of its asset management division and investment bank, whose inappropriate relationship with Epstein should have been evident to the bank.” The second amended complaint by the U.S. Virgin Islands also adds a Fifth Count, charging JPMorgan Chase with obstruction. It reads in part: “By providing financing for Epstein’s sex trafficking organization from at least 2000 through about August 2013, and concealing its actions thereafter, JP Morgan obstructed, interfered with, and prevented the federal government’s enforcement of the TVPA [Trafficking Victims Protection Act] against Epstein. To the extent that the federal government was able to ultimately charge Epstein with TVPA violations, the filing of these charges was delayed by JP Morgan’s actions. Because of that delay, women and girls in the Virgin Islands were coercively caused to engage in commercial sex acts.” The second amended complaint also incorporates information obtained from a deposition of Mary Erdoes, one of the highest female executives at JPMorgan Chase. Much of the new information is stunning in terms of just how much it alleges that the bank knew about Epstein’s sex trafficking while it displayed a callous disregard for the underage girls being impacted by its failing to take action. It reads in part: “In 2006, a JP Morgan Rapid Response Team noted that Epstein ‘routinely’ made cash withdrawals in amounts from $40,000 to $80,000 several times per month, totaling over $750,000 per year. In addition, Mary Erdoes admitted in her deposition that JP Morgan was aware by 2006 that Epstein was accused of paying cash to have underage girls and young women brought to his home. In the years that followed, JP Morgan employees, including senior executives, emailed internally that Epstein was under investigation or had been sued for trafficking or sexual abuse. This includes an email in 2010 between Mary Erdoes and Jes Staley regarding a federal investigation of Epstein for child trafficking; a 2011 email summarizing a few 2010 news stories connecting Epstein to human trafficking and promising to ‘monitor the accounts and cash usage closely going forward;’ and a 2011 compliance memo noting that ‘[n]umerous articles detail various law enforcement agencies investigating Jeffrey Epstein for allegedly participating in child trafficking and molesting underage girls’ and that ‘Epstein had settled a dozen civil lawsuits out of court from his victims regarding solicitation for an undisclosed amount.’ Internal emails also questioned who Epstein’s clients were, circulating an article regarding whether Epstein was running a Ponzi scheme. “Indeed, Epstein’s behavior was so widely known at JPMorgan that senior executives joked about Epstein’s interest in young girls. In 2008, for example, Mary Erdoes received an email asking her whether Epstein was at an event ‘with miley cyrus.’ In her deposition, Mary Erdoes testified that JP Morgan terminated Epstein as a customer in 2013 after she became aware that the withdrawals were ‘actual cash.’ However, Epstein had made substantial cash withdrawals every year he banked with JP Morgan, including more than $800,000 per year in 2004 and 2005.” There is also this devastating claim in the U.S. Virgin Islands’ complaint: “One internal document [obtained from JPMorgan Chase] describes the account of Epstein’s ‘assistant or young lady he brought over from Prague (or some place like that),’ clearly referring to Jane Doe 1. The document describes charges in New York, Palm Beach, and St. Thomas for lingerie and other sexually explicit material. Elsewhere, JP Morgan describes media reports referring to the fact that Epstein purchased her at age 14. She remained a customer of JP Morgan, and Epstein paid her more than $600,000, from his accounts at JP Morgan, including more than $165,000 after Epstein’s plea.” One of the more curious parts of the deposition on Friday came when Boies asked Dimon the following: “In the entire time that you have been the chief executive officer of the bank, who are the three bank customers whose business with the bank has been most reputationally damaging to the bank?” It should have taken Dimon about 1 second to blurt out the name Bernie Madoff as his biggest regret. JPMorgan Chase and its predecessor bank held the business account for Madoff for decades as he conducted the biggest Ponzi scheme in history. On January 7, 2014, the U.S. Department of Justice charged JPMorgan Chase with two criminal felony charges over the way it handled the Madoff account. The bank admitted to the charges and entered a deferred prosecution agreement. (This would be the first two felony charges, with three more felony charges for rigging foreign exchange, precious metals and Treasury markets to follow over the next six years.) (See our 2014 report: JPMorgan and Madoff Were Facilitating Nesting Dolls-Style Frauds Within Frauds.) But instead of giving Boies the name of Madoff, or any other human customer, Dimon instead named Bear Stearns, an investment bank purchased by JPMorgan Chase in the early days of the financial crisis in 2008. For a stunning look at the totality of the major crimes and charges that have occurred on Dimon’s watch, see JPMorgan Chase’s rap sheet here. |
2023.06.01 17:05 trueproteinbars Cuisine of Freetown: Delighting Your Palate with Sierra Leonean Flavors
One of the most well-known Sierra Leonean dishes is Jollof rice. It's a one-pot dish made with rice, tomatoes, onions, peppers, and spices such as ginger and cumin. You can find it served at almost every restaurant in Freetown.
Another favorite dish among locals is Cassava Leaves. The leaves are cooked with palm oil, onions, fish or meat stock cubes for flavoring. Some variations add peanut butter for added richness.
Pepper Soup is also another popular local delicacy made from chicken or goat meat seasoned with spicy pepper sauce soup consisting of spices like alligator pepper corns , bay leaves and other fragrant herbs to season it up
Last but not least on our list is Okra Stew which consists mainly of okra vegetables (a slimy vegetable) stewed in tomato broth along with shrimp or beef chunks typically served over white rice
These traditional Sierra Leonean dishes offer an explosion of flavors that will delight your palate!
For those who want a taste of authentic local fare, head to Mama's Restaurant in Lumley Beach or Paddy’s Kitchen in Aberdeen. Both offer deliciously prepared cassava leaves, pepper soup and other classic dishes.
If you’re looking for something more upscale, try The Hub restaurant at Wilberforce or Sai Wine & Champagne Café at Murray Town. These restaurants pair delightful ambiance with mouth-watering fusion cuisines.
For seafood lovers, Jam Lodge and Balmaya Restaurant are excellent options offering fresh catches straight from the sea to your plate!
If you're seeking street food adventures then check out Victoria Park where multiple vendors sell cheap but tasty treats like fried plantains (dodo), roasted peanuts and grilled corn on the cob!
No matter what type of culinary experience you seek in Freetown; there is always something that will satisfy your craving!
One such restaurant is Kendejah Restaurant in Philadelphia. This family-owned establishment offers classic dishes like cassava leaves and jollof rice, as well as unique options like plantain fufu and fried fish with okra soup.
Another option is Bintimani Restaurant in Staten Island, New York. Here you can enjoy a variety of traditional stews made with goat or chicken, along with sides like fried plantains and rice balls.
For those on the West Coast, Mama African Braai in Los Angeles is a must-visit for Sierra Leonean food lovers. With its laid-back atmosphere and flavorful menu items like peanut stew and grilled chicken suya skewers, this spot has quickly become a local favorite.
Whether you're a fan of spicy stews or savory meat dishes, there's no shortage of delicious Sierra Leonean cuisine to be found throughout the United States!
Whether you're a foodie or just someone looking for new culinary experiences, Sierra Leonean cuisine is definitely worth exploring. So why not book your flight now and taste the amazing flavors of Freetown? With cheap flight to Freetown available online, it's now easier than ever before to indulge in this delightful cuisine!
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Introduction to Sierra Leonean cuisine
Welcome to the vibrant and flavorful world of Sierra Leonean cuisine! Nestled on the West Coast of Africa, this stunning country offers a culinary experience like no other. From succulent seafood dishes to hearty stews and irresistible street food, Sierra Leone's gastronomic scene is sure to tantalize your taste buds. In this blog post, we will explore some of the most popular dishes in Freetown – the capital city – as well as where you can find them both in Sierra Leone and abroad. So get ready for a mouthwatering journey through the flavors of Freetown! And if you're looking to travel there soon, be sure to check out our tips for finding the best flights and cheap ticket to Freetown.The most popular Sierra Leonean dishes
Sierra Leonean cuisine is a melting pot of different cultures, and its dishes are flavorful and aromatic. Here are some of the most popular Sierra Leonean dishes that you should try when visiting Freetown.One of the most well-known Sierra Leonean dishes is Jollof rice. It's a one-pot dish made with rice, tomatoes, onions, peppers, and spices such as ginger and cumin. You can find it served at almost every restaurant in Freetown.
Another favorite dish among locals is Cassava Leaves. The leaves are cooked with palm oil, onions, fish or meat stock cubes for flavoring. Some variations add peanut butter for added richness.
Pepper Soup is also another popular local delicacy made from chicken or goat meat seasoned with spicy pepper sauce soup consisting of spices like alligator pepper corns , bay leaves and other fragrant herbs to season it up
Last but not least on our list is Okra Stew which consists mainly of okra vegetables (a slimy vegetable) stewed in tomato broth along with shrimp or beef chunks typically served over white rice
These traditional Sierra Leonean dishes offer an explosion of flavors that will delight your palate!
Where to eat in Freetown
When it comes to experiencing the flavors of Sierra Leone, Freetown is a foodie's paradise. The city boasts an array of eateries that serve up traditional Sierra Leonean dishes alongside international cuisine.For those who want a taste of authentic local fare, head to Mama's Restaurant in Lumley Beach or Paddy’s Kitchen in Aberdeen. Both offer deliciously prepared cassava leaves, pepper soup and other classic dishes.
If you’re looking for something more upscale, try The Hub restaurant at Wilberforce or Sai Wine & Champagne Café at Murray Town. These restaurants pair delightful ambiance with mouth-watering fusion cuisines.
For seafood lovers, Jam Lodge and Balmaya Restaurant are excellent options offering fresh catches straight from the sea to your plate!
If you're seeking street food adventures then check out Victoria Park where multiple vendors sell cheap but tasty treats like fried plantains (dodo), roasted peanuts and grilled corn on the cob!
No matter what type of culinary experience you seek in Freetown; there is always something that will satisfy your craving!
Sierra Leonean restaurants in the United States
If you're craving Sierra Leonean cuisine but can't make the trip to Freetown, don't worry! There are several restaurants in the United States that serve authentic Sierra Leonean dishes.One such restaurant is Kendejah Restaurant in Philadelphia. This family-owned establishment offers classic dishes like cassava leaves and jollof rice, as well as unique options like plantain fufu and fried fish with okra soup.
Another option is Bintimani Restaurant in Staten Island, New York. Here you can enjoy a variety of traditional stews made with goat or chicken, along with sides like fried plantains and rice balls.
For those on the West Coast, Mama African Braai in Los Angeles is a must-visit for Sierra Leonean food lovers. With its laid-back atmosphere and flavorful menu items like peanut stew and grilled chicken suya skewers, this spot has quickly become a local favorite.
Whether you're a fan of spicy stews or savory meat dishes, there's no shortage of delicious Sierra Leonean cuisine to be found throughout the United States!
Conclusion
Sierra Leonean cuisine is a must-try for anyone who wants to experience the unique and delicious flavors of West Africa. Freetown, the capital city, offers numerous restaurants and food stalls that serve traditional dishes like cassava leaves stew, jollof rice, and fried plantains. For those who can't travel to Freetown yet want to try Sierra Leonean cuisine, there are also several restaurants in the United States that offer authentic dishes.Whether you're a foodie or just someone looking for new culinary experiences, Sierra Leonean cuisine is definitely worth exploring. So why not book your flight now and taste the amazing flavors of Freetown? With cheap flight to Freetown available online, it's now easier than ever before to indulge in this delightful cuisine!
2023.06.01 16:13 Financial_ED_101 How to Achieve Financial Freedom
 | submitted by Financial_ED_101 to u/Financial_ED_101 [link] [comments] Discover the proven strategies and steps to achieve true financial freedom. Unlock a life of abundance and independence with our comprehensive guide. How to Achieve Financial Freedom Financial freedom is a goal that many people aspire to achieve. It refers to the ability to live a life free from financial worries and constraints, where you have control over your finances and can pursue your desired lifestyle. In this article, we will explore the key steps to achieving financial freedom and provide practical tips to help you on your journey. Understanding Financial Freedom 2.1 Defining Financial Freedom Financial freedom can be defined as the state of having enough income, savings, and investments to sustain your desired lifestyle without relying on a paycheck. It means having the freedom to make choices based on your passions and values, rather than being driven solely by financial considerations. 2.2 Importance of Financial Freedom Financial freedom is essential for several reasons. Firstly, it provides a sense of security and peace of mind, knowing that you have the resources to handle unexpected expenses or life events. It also offers the freedom to pursue your dreams and passions without being limited by financial constraints. Moreover, financial freedom enables you to retire comfortably and enjoy your later years without financial stress. Assessing Your Current Financial Situation 3.1 Creating a Budget The first step towards financial freedom is to assess your current financial situation. Start by creating a budget to track your income and expenses. A budget helps you understand where your money is going and enables you to make necessary adjustments to align your spending with your financial goals. 3.2 Tracking Expenses To gain better control over your finances, it's crucial to track your expenses diligently. Keep a record of all your purchases and categorize them to identify areas where you can cut back or save more. There are various budgeting apps and tools available that can simplify this process. 3.3 Analyzing Debt Debt can be a significant obstacle to financial freedom. Assess your debt by listing all your outstanding loans, credit card balances, and interest rates. Develop a plan to pay off high-interest debt first while making minimum payments on other obligations. 3.4 Evaluating Assets and Liabilities Take stock of your assets and liabilities. Calculate your net worth by subtracting your liabilities from your assets. This exercise will give you a clear picture of your financial standing and help you set realistic goals. 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Set up an automated monthly transfer to a separate savings account to build your emergency fund consistently. 5.2 Automating Savings To ensure regular savings, automate the process. Set up automatic transfers from your paycheck or checking account to your savings or investment accounts. This approach removes the temptation to spend the money and helps you build wealth over time. 5.3 Diversifying Investments Investing is an essential part of achieving financial freedom. Diversify your investments across different asset classes, such as stocks, bonds, real estate, and mutual funds. Consider consulting a financial advisor to create an investment portfolio aligned with your risk tolerance and goals. Managing Debt 6.1 Prioritizing Debt Repayment Paying off debt is crucial to achieving financial freedom. Prioritize your debts and focus on paying off high-interest debt first. Use strategies like the debt snowball or debt avalanche method to accelerate your progress. 6.2 Negotiating Lower Interest Rates High-interest rates can hinder your debt repayment efforts. Contact your creditors and negotiate for lower interest rates or explore balance transfer options to reduce the overall interest you pay. 6.3 Consolidating Debt Consolidating multiple debts into a single loan can simplify your repayment process and potentially lower your monthly payments. Explore options like debt consolidation loans or balance transfer credit cards to streamline your debt. Increasing Income 7.1 Exploring Additional Income Streams Increasing your income can significantly impact your path to financial freedom. Explore opportunities for additional income streams, such as starting a side business, freelancing, or investing in income-generating assets. 7.2 Improving Job Skills Investing in your skills and education can lead to better job opportunities and higher income potential. Consider acquiring new certifications or taking courses to enhance your qualifications and marketability. Protecting Your Finances 8.1 Insurance Coverage Safeguarding your finances is essential. Ensure you have adequate insurance coverage, including health insurance, life insurance, and property insurance. Review your policies periodically to ensure they align with your current needs. 8.2 Estate Planning Estate planning is not only for the wealthy but for anyone who wants to protect their assets and ensure their wishes are fulfilled. Consult with an estate planning attorney to create essential documents like wills, trusts, and powers of attorney. Maintaining Financial Discipline 9.1 Sticking to the Budget Discipline is key to achieving financial freedom. Stick to your budget, avoid unnecessary expenses, and make conscious spending decisions. Regularly review your budget and make adjustments as needed. 9.2 Avoiding Impulse Purchases Impulse purchases can derail your financial progress. Before making a purchase, ask yourself if it aligns with your financial goals and if it's a necessity or a want. Delaying gratification can lead to long-term financial gains. Monitoring and Adjusting Your Financial Plan Regularly monitor your financial plan to track your progress. Review your budget, savings, investments, and debt repayment strategy. Adjust your plan as needed to adapt to changing circumstances or goals. Celebrating Milestones Celebrate your financial milestones along the way. Whether it's paying off a debt, reaching a savings target, or achieving a long-term goal, acknowledge your accomplishments and reward yourself (within reason) for your hard work and dedication. Conclusion Achieving financial freedom requires careful planning, discipline, and commitment. 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2023.06.01 13:21 eZGjBw1Z New and Changed Products - June 2023
Usually around the first of the month we have a batch of price changes and this month is no different. According to the "How to Become a Contract Liquor Agent" document, "The Agent must also complete price changes that occur at the first of the month..."
Number of Price Increases: 2 Number of Price Decreases: 136 Number of New Products: 44 Number of Status Changes: 4
I plan to reply to this post throughout the month if I notice other significant changes happening or at the end of the month before the next update to keep the changes in one place. Here's a link back to what changed in May 2023: American Whiskey, Brandy, Canadian Whiskey, Cordial, Gin, and Irish Whisky, Rum, Scotch, Tequila, and Vodka.
For each category I've sorted by the amount of the price increase or decrease. New products are shown first, then price decreases are shown in decreasing order followed by price increases in increasing order. At the end are products with other changes unrelated to price.
Current product status is indicated on each line as follows. OHLQ hasn't publicly explained what these things mean but I've included my best guess below.
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Number of Price Increases: 2 Number of Price Decreases: 136 Number of New Products: 44 Number of Status Changes: 4
I plan to reply to this post throughout the month if I notice other significant changes happening or at the end of the month before the next update to keep the changes in one place. Here's a link back to what changed in May 2023: American Whiskey, Brandy, Canadian Whiskey, Cordial, Gin, and Irish Whisky, Rum, Scotch, Tequila, and Vodka.
For each category I've sorted by the amount of the price increase or decrease. New products are shown first, then price decreases are shown in decreasing order followed by price increases in increasing order. At the end are products with other changes unrelated to price.
Current product status is indicated on each line as follows. OHLQ hasn't publicly explained what these things mean but I've included my best guess below.
- A = Active
- Regularly supplied and available for purchase
- D = De-Listed
- No longer carried by OHLQ, may still be available in some stores or the warehouse. Sometimes considered a Last Call product
- I = Inactive
- Discontinued by the supplier or otherwise unavailable to OHLQ
- S = Special Order
- Regularly available but in limited supply. Not available in very many stores
- V = Value-Added-Pack
- Bottle comes with some kind of extra gift like a glass/mug/etc
American Whiskey
- New Products
- [S] 1776 STRAIGHT BOURBON WHISKEY BARREL PROOF ($44.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] 1776 STRAIGHT RYE WHISKEY BARREL PROOF ($44.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] ANGELS ENVY ($28.99 / 375 ML)
- [S] BUCKNER'S 15 YEAR OLD SINGLE BARREL BOURBON ($299.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] FOUR DOGS BLACK DOG BOURBON RYE ($58.95 / 750 ML)
- [S] H.DERINGER BOURBON ($106.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] HEAVENS DOOR 10 YEAR DECADE SERIES 02 STRAIGHT RY ($99.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] HIGH N' WICKED THE JUDGE STRAIGHT BOURBON WHISKEY ($89.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] HIGH WEST BARREL SELECT CASK STRENGTH ($69.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] JACK DANIELS 10 YEAR OLD ($74.99 / 700 ML)
- [S] KNOB CREEK RYE 7 YEAR ($39.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] KURVBALL ORIGINAL BBQ WHISKEY ($1.99 / 50 ML)
- [A] NEW RICHMOND GRANT WHISKEY ($47.47 / 750 ML)
- [S] OLD PEPPER SINGLE MALT SMALL BATCH ($54.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] OLD ROUTE 8 SINGLE BARREL CASK STRENGTH BOURBON ($114.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] SCOTTY'S APPLE WHISKEY ($39.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] SCOTTY'S PEACH WHISKEY ($39.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] SEVEN BROTHERS CASK STRENGTH BOURBON ($59.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] SEVEN BROTHERS CASK STRENGTH MALT WHISKEY ($59.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] WILDERNESS TRAIL BOURON WHEATED PRIVATE BARREL ($65.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] YELLOWSTONE HAND PICKED BARREL 119 PROOF ($64.99 / 750 ML)
- Price decreases
- [A] ERNEST SCARANO DISTILLERY 10 YEAR ($750.00 / 375 ML) - $2,000.00↓
- [A] KARRIKEN SPIRITS JD WAYNE BOURBON ($64.04 / 750 ML) - $17.93↓
- [A] WHISTLEPIG RYE 10 YEAR ($79.99 / 750 ML) - $10.00↓
- [S] HIGH WEST RENDEZVOUS RYE ($74.99 / 750 ML) - $5.00↓
- [A] WHISTLEPIG PIGGYBACK BOURBON ($45.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [A] BASIL HAYDEN BOURBON ($39.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] BASIL HAYDEN DARK RYE ($39.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] JEFFERSONS MANHATTAN RTD ($26.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY CHERRIES ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY HUNCH PUNCH ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY MOONSHINE PEACHES ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY PEPPERMINT MOONSHINE ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY SPIKED APPLE ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY WHITE LIGHTNING ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] WILD TURKEY 101 ($46.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $3.00↓
- [A] WILD TURKEY LONGBRANCH ($36.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM APPLE ($15.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM FIRE ($15.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM HONEY ($15.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM ORANGE ($15.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM PEACH ($15.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM VANILLA ($15.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] RED STAG BLACK CHERRY ($15.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] HOWLER HEAD ($27.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] JACK DANIELS ($49.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JACK DANIELS FIRE ($49.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JACK DANIELS HONEY ($49.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM ($16.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM ($34.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM APPLE ($34.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM HONEY ($34.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM PEACH ($34.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM PET ($34.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] JIM BEAM TRAVELER ($16.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [V] JIM BEAM WITH CLEVELAND INDIANS HIGHBALL MUG ($16.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [V] JIM BEAM WITH HIGHBALL MUG ($16.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] MAKER'S MARK ($54.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] RED STAG BLACK CHERRY ($34.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] TWISTED TEA WHISKEY ($14.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] WESTERN RESERVE CARIBBEAN CASK RYE WHISKEY ($62.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] WESTERN RESERVE SHERRY FINISHED BOURBON ($62.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] ELIJAH CRAIG RYE WHISKEY ($32.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] ELIJAH CRAIG RYE WHISKEY ($17.99 / 375 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] ELIJAH CRAIG SMALL BATCH ($32.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] ELIJAH CRAIG SMALL BATCH ($17.99 / 375 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] MAKER'S MARK ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [V] MAKER'S MARK WITH SHAKER ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] OLE SMOKY BLUE FLAME ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] WILD TURKEY 101 ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] WILD TURKEY 101 RYE ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] WILD TURKEY 101 TRAVELER ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] WILD TURKEY AM HONEY STING ($21.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] WILD TURKEY AMERICAN HONEY ($21.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] BRECKENRIDGE HIGH PROOF BLEND BOURBON ($52.99 / 750 ML) - $0.24↓
- [A] BRECKENRIDGE PORT CASK FINISH WHISKEY ($52.99 / 750 ML) - $0.24↓
- [A] BRECKENRIDGE RUM CASK FINISH WHISKEY ($52.99 / 750 ML) - $0.24↓
- [A] WESTERN RESERVE SMALL BATCH BOURBON ($36.95 / 750 ML) - $0.04↓
- Price increases
- [A] BUZZARD'S ROOST CHAR 1 RYE ($49.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↑
- [A] BUZZARD'S ROOST CHAR 1 BOURBON ($63.99 / 750 ML) - $9.00↑
- Changed products
- [S] CLERMONT STEEP AMERICAN SINGLE MALT ($59.99 / 750 ML) - Status changed from Active to Special Order
Brandy
- Price decreases
- [V] HENNESSY VSOP JULIEN VAP ($59.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [A] HENNESSY VSOP PRIVILEGE ($59.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [A] REMY MARTIN 1738 ($57.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [V] REMY MARTIN 1738 SHAKER ($57.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [V] REMY MARTIN 1738 W JIGGER ($57.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [A] REMY MARTIN 1738 ($28.99 / 375 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] REMY MARTIN VSOP ($48.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] COURVOISIER VS ($41.99 / 1 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] REMY MARTIN VSOP ($25.99 / 375 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] COURVOISIER VS ($17.99 / 375 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] E & J VS ($11.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] MARTELL BLUE SWIFT ($49.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
Canadian Whiskey
- Price decreases
- [A] BLACK VELVET ($8.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] BLACK VELVET ($17.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $1.00↓
- [A] BLACK VELVET APPLE ($8.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] BLACK VELVET PEACH ($8.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] BLACK VELVET TOASTED CARAMEL ($8.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] BLACK VELVET TOASTED CARAMEL ($17.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $1.00↓
- [A] BLACK VELVET TRV ($8.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] BLACK VELVET ($4.99 / 375 ML) - $0.50↓
Cordial
- New Products
- [A] CROOKED FINGER APPLE PIE LIQUEUR ($43.12 / 750 ML)
- [A] CROOKED FINGER LEMONADE LIQUEUR ($34.69 / 750 ML)
- [V] JAGERMEISTER ALUMINUM SHOT CUP VAP ($25.99 / 750 ML)
- Price decreases
- [V] GRAND MARNIER CORDON ROUGE 750ML ROCKS GLASS ($37.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
Gin
- New Products
- [A] LOST BRIDGE APPALCHIAN GIN ($34.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] SIPSMITH LEMON DRIZZLE ($36.99 / 750 ML)
- Price decreases
- [A] AIREM GIN ($20.99 / 750 ML) - $10.00↓
- [A] THE BOTANIST ($69.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $5.00↓
- [A] SEAGRAMS EXTRA DRY GIN ($10.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] SEAGRAMS EXTRA DRY GIN TRV ($10.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] SEAGRAMS LIME TWISTED GIN ($10.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] SEAGRAMS WATERMELON ($10.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] LUX & UMBRA LONDON DRY GIN ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $0.21↓
- [A] VIM & PETAL ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $0.21↓
Irish Whisky
- New Products
- [S] GREEN SPOT QUAILS' GATE ($99.99 / 700 ML)
- [A] METHOD AND MADNESS JAPANESE MIZUNARA ($3,300.01 / 700 ML)
- [S] TEELING WONDERS OF WOOD PORTUGUESE OAK ($99.99 / 700 ML)
- Price decreases
- [A] JAMESON ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [A] JAMESON COLD BREW ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- [A] JAMESON ORANGE ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
Rum
- Price decreases
- [A] APPLETON 8 YEAR OLD RESERVE ($29.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] APPLETON ESTATE SIGNATURE BLEND ($19.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] APPLETON ESTATE SIGNATURE BLEND ($34.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] BLACKHEART ($12.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] KRAKEN BLACK SPICED RUM ($29.49 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] ADMIRAL NELSON ($14.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] ADMIRAL NELSON SILVER ($14.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $2.00↓
- [A] MALIBU ($14.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] MALIBU BLACK ($14.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- Changed products
- [D] BACARDI RESERVA OCHO SHERRY CASK FINISH ($32.99 / 750 ML) - Status changed from Active to De-Listed
Scotch
- New Products
- [A] ABERFELDY 15 NAPA VALLEY WINE CASK ($69.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] DEWARS DOUBLE DOUBLE 21 MIZUNARA ($149.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] LOCH LOMOND THE OPEN SPECIAL EDITION 2023 ($44.99 / 750 ML)
- Price decreases
- [A] AIREM SINGLE MALT WHISKEY 14 YEAR PX CASK SE1 GRAN ($69.99 / 750 ML) - $44.00↓
- [A] GLENMORANGIE SIGNET ($249.99 / 750 ML) - $16.00↓
- [A] GLENMORANGIE 18 ($129.99 / 750 ML) - $10.00↓
- [A] GLENMORANGIE AZUMA MAKOTO LE ($129.99 / 750 ML) - $10.00↓
- [A] FAMOUS GROUSE ($21.99 / 750 ML) - $4.00↓
- Changed products
- [S] AO SUNTORY WORLD WHISKY ($59.99 / 700 ML) - Status changed from Active to Special Order
Tequila
- New Products
- [S] CORAZON EXPRESIONES FRENCH OAK ANEJO ($79.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] CORAZON EXPRESIONES WELLER 12 ANEJO ($79.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] LOS MAGOS SOTOL 6 YEAR RESERVA ($293.09 / 750 ML)
- [S] LOS MAGOS SOTOL BARREL-AGED WHISTLEPIG EDITION 1 ($65.03 / 750 ML)
- [A] PLUMA NEGRA JABALI ($149.99 / 750 ML)
- Price decreases
- [A] MEZCAL VAGO ESPADIN ($54.99 / 750 ML) - $20.00↓
- [A] MEZCAL VAGO ENSAMBLE ($74.99 / 750 ML) - $5.00↓
- [A] HORNITOS PLATA TEQUILA ($36.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $3.00↓
- [A] HORNITOS PLATA TEQUILA ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [V] HORNITOS PLATA TEQUILA GIFT SET - 2 SHOT GLASSES ($24.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] HORNITOS REPOSADO ($25.99 / 750 ML) - $2.00↓
- [A] LUNAZUL BLANCO ($23.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] LUNAZUL BLANCO ($37.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $1.00↓
- [A] LUNAZUL REPOSADO ($23.99 / 750 ML) - $1.00↓
- [A] LUNAZUL REPOSADO ($37.99 / 1.75 Liter) - $1.00↓
- Changed products
- [A] CAMPO BRAVO PLATA ($19.99 / 1 Liter) - Status changed from Special Order to Active
Vodka
- New Products
- [A] A.M. SCOTT DISTILLERY ORANGE CREAM VODKA ($29.04 / 750 ML)
- [A] A.M. SCOTT DISTILLERY STRAWBERRY VODKA ($19.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] A.M.SCOTT DISTILLERY BIRTHDAY CAKE VODKA ($19.99 / 750 ML)
- [A] CANDELLA DISTILLERY POTATO VODKA ($38.30 / 1 Liter)
- [A] CRYSTAL HEAD BONE BOTTLE ($52.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] HIGH ROCK VODKA ($23.99 / 750 ML)
- [S] MUTINY ISLAND VODKA ($19.99 / 750 ML)
- Price decreases
- [A] AIREM VODKA ($17.99 / 750 ML) - $12.00↓
- [A] IRVINE'S PRECISION DISTILLED VODKA ($18.99 / 750 ML) - $3.88↓
- [A] TRULY PINEAPPLE MANGO ($14.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
- [A] TRULY STRAWBERRY LEMONADE FLAVORED VODKA ($14.99 / 750 ML) - $3.00↓
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2023.06.01 13:03 FelicitySmoak_ On This Day In Michael Jackson HIStory - June 1st
 | Disclaimer: Some of these events have unknown June dates. They are identified with a '*' submitted by FelicitySmoak_ to MichaelJackson [link] [comments] 1970 - The Jackson 5 are on the cover of Soul Magazine. https://preview.redd.it/t3x3aj39x83b1.jpg?width=185&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6c46b5a7124e0f82c1e0786f492c7918d5864410 1974 - Michael is on the cover of Popswop magazine https://preview.redd.it/ixqlvxcax83b1.jpg?width=360&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3054a154699e02b390de3eedfc31d7d73c89c49b 1974 - Jackson 5 are on the cover of Right On! magazine https://preview.redd.it/op0dv5jbx83b1.jpg?width=278&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=618785113888c6ad635cc22e882b2d500b5099f7 1977\* - The Jackson go back to Sigma Sound Studios in Philidalphia to record their new album, Goin' Places, with Gamble & Huff 1978\* - The Jacksons record the Destiny album in Los Angeles after recording song demos at their Hayvenhurst home studio 1979 - The Jackson perform at Milwaukee County Stadium (closed- 2000) in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on their Destiny tour 1979 - (June 1 -3) Michael, Quincy Jones & Bruce Swedien complete the recording & mixing of the Off The Wall album Westlake Studios in Los Angeles. 1979\* - The Jacksons start recording the Triumph Album. 1982\* - Michael would come across a studio demo produced by John Barnes and request a meeting. In an interview with The MJCast podcast, John recalled their first meeting: “Michael said I heard you can make your own sounds and play them. How many sounds can you make? And, I responded, ‘How much time do you have?’”The meeting lasted a few hours and was the beginning of a friendship and musical partnership with Barnes being hired as a core member of Michael Jackson’s team. Their partnership would continue until Michael's passing in 2009 1983\* - Michael is on the cover of Creem magazine. https://preview.redd.it/9yg9z5gdx83b1.jpg?width=194&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9377877d089aa3cba8d5ac46d8beb4f008148cc6 1984\* - Michael meets with other supporters of Camp Good Times, a non-profit organization founded by parents of children with cancer, in Malibu such as OJ Simpson, Dustin Hoffman, David Soul, Neil Diamond & Richard Chamberlain. https://preview.redd.it/itq82l4fx83b1.jpg?width=604&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d3d842daebae5f0354bcf3978f99c7f762c5e853 The first Camp Goodtimes event would be held in Vashon Island at Camp Sealth in August of 1984. Ninety-three children, cancer patients and siblings attended and twenty-five American Cancer Society volunteers, who staffed the camp along with the summer staff at Camp Sealth. https://preview.redd.it/chpslqigx83b1.jpg?width=492&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e4d88e4c2eeff4ba35272af34861bc4c8107fcf4 1985\* - Michael starts rehearsing for an upcoming 3D science fiction musical short film named Captain EO to be shown exclusively at Disneyland and Disney World. Francis Ford Coppola will direct and George Lucas will produce the film 1986\*- Michael & Corey Feldman go to Disneyland . Michael is seen for the 1st time wearing a surgical mask in public In Moonwalk, he says he was initially given a mask by a dentist to keep germs out after having his wisdom teeth pulled 1987\* - Michael shoots the “The Way You Make Me Feel” short film at Skid Row, Los Angeles. It was directed by Joe Pytka and choreographed by Vincent Paterson & Michael. It featured Tatiana Thumbtzen & Latoya Jackson 1988\- Michael is on the cover of *Ebony magazine. https://preview.redd.it/7vf9a8sjx83b1.jpg?width=400&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=dba838d746849473244cd6bd31bffc5cfc753264 1988\* - Michael Jackson : The Legend Continues is released on home video. 1988 - Michael sets another record as the first artist ever to have three albums with US sales of more than six million copies each as Bad & Off The Wall were both certified 6x platinum by the RIAA 1989\- Michael goes back to Westlake studio with Matt Forger and Bill Bottrell. He meets Brad Buxer who will work with him until 2008. Together they work on new songs for a compilation named *DECADE 1979-1989 Quincy Jones is not part of this project. "Black Or White" and "Heal The World" are among the first songs worked on. 1991 - David Ruffin, a member of The Temptations, dies of a drug overdose. https://preview.redd.it/b6dbc1bnx83b1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8799b1e81dcbea674704632f8bd1c24f7cc4d278 It was found that Ruffin was peniniless and Jackson contacted Swanson Funeral Home in Detroit to make arrangements to cover a large portion of the June 10th funeral costs. He also sends a heart-shaped arrangement of carnations to the New Bethel Baptist Church in Detroit with the note, "With Love, from Michael Jackson". https://preview.redd.it/1or0alhox83b1.jpg?width=115&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=65f15c4d371af0aabbd35a225c940290c235885e Jackson was a big admirer of The Temptations. He would not attend the funeral ceremony to not divert attention from it (it was however reported that he did attend but in disguise) 1991\* - The Sun publishes leaked pictures from a photo session of Michael by Herb Ritts. It had been rumored that multiple photographers were battling in out to shoot Michael's new video & album cover. Steve Meisel, Bruce Weber and Herb Ritts had been in the running to give Michael a new "sexier" look https://preview.redd.it/sydk4qnqx83b1.jpg?width=325&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=58e2d9a6ed59df1932b9b70e19e66dc7f3f36d00 https://preview.redd.it/5xn8vbfrx83b1.jpg?width=200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bad059a6d8e90629914b37c6cd70f6d38e157aaa 1991\* - Michael enlists the help of producers L.A Reid & Babyface for his new album, which deeply upsets Jermaine who is also working with them. Jermaine is quoted in the tabloids as saying: "I could have been Michael. It's all a matter of timing, a matter of luck"1991\* - Michael is on the cover of British magazine The Wire https://preview.redd.it/3k7xqt2ux83b1.jpg?width=194&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7f3d9f9084baf9b1ca245309da419cc040bac8ad 1992\*- Michael rehearses for his new tour & shoot the video for “Who Is It” 1993 - Michael is on the cover of LIFE magazine with an exclusive cover story of Neverland. https://preview.redd.it/747a3hjwx83b1.jpg?width=204&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=55825974f9d9075637d12bd131ce06c1751a6b86 1994\* - This summer Heal The World Foundation, in partnership with Los Angeles Unified School District, "I Have A Dream Foundation", "Best Buddies", "Overcoming Obstacles" & "California One To One", provide 2000 children with tickets to see Janet Jackson, the L.A. Laker Jam and The Beach Boys in concert 1995\* - Michael is on the June/July cover of VIBE magazine with exclusive pictures taken at Neverland with Quincy Jones & his daughter Kidada https://preview.redd.it/sp0jbe4zx83b1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=db0f8f469beed147be08d8d66a28d25bc2823bee 1995 - (5/30-6/2) Michael shoots the “Childhood” short film directed by Nicholas Brandt in Los Angeles . 1995\* - Issue #2 of History Magazine reveals that Travis Thomas, a 5-year old boy who suffers from cystic fibrosis, wished to meet Michael. https://preview.redd.it/tom82ak2y83b1.jpg?width=591&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3ecb82da9d4ebc7064d8fb8a430e59b016f5153f “One evening, we were watching TV and Travis hadn’t eaten for a couple of days. He was on TV”, the boy's mother recalls, “and we came across the American Music Awards and Michael Jackson… Travis sat up and wanted to eat… He said, ‘I love Michael Jackson, Mama!” His wish comes true in June through Jackson and the Make A Wish Foundation.Travis and his family, along with 20 other seriously ill children, spent a weekend at Neverland Ranch and were allowed to roam around the compound’s private amusement park. Travis’ mother: “The love this man has on his face when he is with these special children is unbelievable. He is one of the kindest and most gentle men I have ever met" https://preview.redd.it/jcjnl8n4y83b1.jpg?width=300&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=fb944423e2d118bc9fcb05edf2164a4fcc756f58 1999 - Michael cancels his participation in the Pavarotti & Friends Charity Concert in Modena, scheduled for tonight. Jonathan Morrish of Sony Music issues a statement informing the media, that Michael will not be performing due to the illness of his son, Prince: "Prince suffered a seizure early Saturday due to a high temperature. This is the third seizure over the last year"He added that the concert meant so much to Michael but,"he is an artist like the others, but also a parent" and that he waited until the last moment to cancel because he was still hopeful about making it. Michael is reportedly constantly at Prince's bedside 2000* - Concert promoter,Marcel Avram, sues Michael for breach of contract for the Millenium Concerts and asks for $21 million https://preview.redd.it/pxkl6nvfqa3b1.jpg?width=400&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4c35566acdde1d551f64a944209e5d0fd69e49f4 2001\* - Michael hires Marc Schaffel and they create a new company,Neverland Valley Entertainment, with a common bank account. 2004\* - Randy Jackson fires Bob Jones, vice president of MJJ Productions since 1987, after discovering that he is writing a tell all book on Michael. He also stops paying Marc Schaffel. 2005 - Trial Day 64 Michael goes to court with Katherine, Joe & Randy https://preview.redd.it/k8qhr9o6y83b1.jpg?width=612&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ec65ff6e82adc0dcfa7f54e5c62df7c71b2f404a Judge Melville gives the Jury the rules of Jury Deliberations Michael Jackson sat quietly in court as the 12 jurors were given their instructions ahead of closing arguments from both sides. "You've heard all of the evidence and you will hear the arguments of attorneys," Judge Rodney Melville told the jury. He told them to make their decision without "pity for or prejudice toward" the defendant. The eight women & four men who will decide his fate will hear closing arguments today and could begin their deliberations as early as Friday (it is currently Wednesday). Jurors are expected to hammer out their decision behind closed doors for about six hours a day until they reach their verdict or announce a deadlock. The charges against Jackson consist of four counts of molestation, four counts of giving the boy alcohol in order to abuse him, one count of conspiracy and one of attempted molestation. Jurors were told they could consider the four alcohol counts as lesser charges of "furnishing alcohol to a minor." This would be considered a misdemeanor and means that the jury would not have to relate the alcohol to any intended molestation. Judge Melville told jurors not to consider the four videos played in the trial for the truth of any remarks made in them, except for certain statements that prosecutors claim are admissions from Jackson. These statements will be outlined in a document to be provided by prosecutors. The Judge also instructed the jury on how to consider the past allegations against Jackson. He said that if they determine he does have such a history, "you may but are not required to infer that the defendant had a predisposition" to commit the crimes alleged in this case. But he added that is not sufficient in itself to prove he committed the crimes charged He also told them not to infer anything from the fact Jackson himself had decided not to testify. Thomas Mesereau will deliver closing arguments for the defense while Deputy District Attorney Ron Zonen is expected to deliver the prosecutions closing statements. Court Transcript https://preview.redd.it/fzzm4698y83b1.jpg?width=598&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e7acd40d9e8f3567da7b336aac616c8b8b923378 2005\* - Michael allows visits from fans inside his home while awaiting the verdict. They're impressed by his generosity given the circumstances. 2007 - A glittery jacket once worn onstage by Michael, his MTV Music Award for "We Are The World", as well as gold discs for his album Off the Wall and the Jackson 5 single "I Want You Back", all sell at an auction in the Hard Rock Café in Las Vegas, Nevada. The total raised from the sale of Michael related artifacts at the auction is reported as $1-$2million 2007\* - Michael, Grace and the kids leave their Las Vegas house and fly to Middleburg, Virginia. They check into the Goodstone Inn, a 640-acre estate of open pastures, for a summer vacation. They are welcomed by Raymone Bain. 2007\* - Michael “Brother Michael” Amir Williams is hired as Michael’s new assistant. 2008\* - Michael and producer Neff-U start working on songs at 'Thriller Villa', his 2710 Palomino Lane home, in Las Vegas. They work on a new version of “A Place With No Name”. 2008\* - Late in the month, Michael's duet with Akon, "Hold My Hand" is leaked online. Michael is devastated Longtime recording engineer, Michael Prince, who was working with Jackson at the time “Hold My Hand” leaked, recalls: “He was truly upset when the song he did with Akon leaked. He would just get this sad look on his face like, how could this happen? Because 20 years ago this would not have happened. And somehow everybody in the world has a copy of it. And that really upset him because he liked that song a lot.”Akon gave a detailed account of the events surrounding the leak during an appearance on Tavis Smiley’s PBS television show in January 2009: “Me and Mike did this incredible record called Hold My Hand and the record is amazing. Phenomenal. And the concept was that this would be Mike’s first release off of his new album, and then I would stripe it on my album – on my following release. That way we could have the outlets open for everyone to be able to receive the record. You know, Mike came up with this brilliant marketing launch for the record. You know, he’s the best at launching a record.”Akon continues: “He’d have the whole world paying attention in two minutes… And before we could get to that point, the record got leaked over the internet. And we got over 15 million downloads on the song for free. So we couldn’t [release it]. You can’t at that point. Everybody already has the record. But in a way, you gotta look at it like… that’s just a gift to the fans.”2008\* - (Late June) Michael hires Dr Thome Thome as his new manager and president of MJJ Productions. As a result of a financial reorganiation of the Neverland Valley Ranch, all of Michael’s personal belongings have to be removed from the property. Dr Tohme contacts Darren Julien of Julien’s Auction House 2009 - The This Is It team leaves Center Staging for a bigger place : The Forum in Inglewood, California. 2009 - (June 1-11) At Culver Studios in Culver City, Michael shoots “The Dome” Project which consists of seven works:
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2023.06.01 10:26 seashore_delight Affordable with Andaman's Cheap Tour Packages
 | https://preview.redd.it/1vo50t2x9d3b1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=cfebe41bb1ccf7813e5db0c00281961fc63625a4 submitted by seashore_delight to u/seashore_delight [link] [comments] Andaman Islands, a tropical paradise in the Bay of Bengal. With pristine white sand beaches, crystal clear turquoise waters, and lush greenery, Andaman offers the perfect backdrop for a romantic honeymoon. And the best part? You can now enjoy all of this without breaking the bank, thanks to the affordable Andaman honeymoon tour packages available. When planning your Andaman beach tour, one of the essential aspects to consider is transportation. Fortunately, there are various options for cab rental in Andaman that cater to different budgets. From economical hatchbacks to comfortable sedans, you can choose a vehicle that suits your preferences and allows you to explore the islands at your own pace. With a reliable cab service at your disposal, you can conveniently visit popular attractions, such as the renowned Bharatpur Beach in Andaman. Bharatpur Beach is a must-visit destination for couples seeking tranquility and natural beauty. This picturesque beach, with its soft sandy shores and breathtaking coral reefs, offers a serene atmosphere for you to unwind and create unforgettable memories. Take a leisurely stroll hand in hand along the shore, indulge in thrilling water sports activities, or simply relax under the shade of swaying palm trees. Bharatpur Beach is the epitome of serenity and romance, making it an ideal spot for honeymooners. To make your Andaman honeymoon experience even more delightful, consider opting for vacation packages and holiday packages in India that include the Andaman Islands. These packages often include accommodation, meals, transportation, and various sightseeing options, allowing you to make the most of your trip while keeping your expenses in check. By choosing a well-crafted package, you can enjoy a hassle-free vacation and focus on cherishing each moment with your beloved. Andaman tour packages for couple are specifically designed to cater to the unique needs and preferences of honeymooners. They typically include special inclusions like candlelit dinners, flower decorations, and even couple's spa treatments to add a touch of romance to your stay. Whether you desire a secluded beachside resort or a cozy boutique hotel, there are a plethora of accommodation options available that cater to different budgets, ensuring that you find the perfect place to stay and celebrate your love. |
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Golden Grande is a name you can rely upon if you are planning for real estate investment in India. Developed by Ashrai Infra, Golden Grande is a luxury commercial real estate project in Greater Noida West. According to a Financial Express report, India's commercial real estate market has experienced high growth in the last decade. The experts predict a 10-15% increase in growth in the coming fiscal years.
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2023.06.01 07:24 trustninja0553 When and how to scale
At what point does it make sense for a solo attorney to hire for the first time? Also, thoughts on who the first hire should be: a secretary, associate, paralegal or contract attorney?
I acknowledge that I can’t do it all, but am worried that junior associates in my space will just use my training to lateral to biglaw (as I previously did) and senior associates will try to copy my model and poach my clients.
For context, I went solo about three years ago after practicing in big law. I focus on high net worth estate planning and taxation.
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I acknowledge that I can’t do it all, but am worried that junior associates in my space will just use my training to lateral to biglaw (as I previously did) and senior associates will try to copy my model and poach my clients.
For context, I went solo about three years ago after practicing in big law. I focus on high net worth estate planning and taxation.
2023.06.01 07:17 additional_stranger Looking for a roommate (21m)
Hey guys,
I'm a 21-year-old guy who recently made the move from New York to West Palm Beach. I landed an awesome job as a Technical Director for a news company right in downtown. I was supposed to room with a coworker but he decided not to move from NY. Now, I'm on the lookout for a cool roommate to share a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment with me.
About the Apartment: The prices average between 1900-2200 a month, so 900-1100 each. The apartments I have been looking for are within a 15-minute drive from downtown. I've been checking out some gated communities that offer pools and fitness centers. These places are really cool, I have some videos of them and we can visit and pick together if you want. My aunt is a real estate agent, and she’s been helping me find the hidden gems.
Who I'm Looking for: I'm hoping to find a roommate who meets a few criteria. It would be ideal if you have a credit score of at least 650, as the leasing office requires it for the lease. We will both sign the lease. Additionally, you'll need to provide proof of income to keep things official.
But beyond that, I'm looking for someone who's cool, clean, and preferably under 30. I'm into sports and love to catch games whenever I can. I also enjoy DJing on the weekends as a hobby.
If you're interested send me a message! We can chat more about it.
Thanks, Colin
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I'm a 21-year-old guy who recently made the move from New York to West Palm Beach. I landed an awesome job as a Technical Director for a news company right in downtown. I was supposed to room with a coworker but he decided not to move from NY. Now, I'm on the lookout for a cool roommate to share a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment with me.
About the Apartment: The prices average between 1900-2200 a month, so 900-1100 each. The apartments I have been looking for are within a 15-minute drive from downtown. I've been checking out some gated communities that offer pools and fitness centers. These places are really cool, I have some videos of them and we can visit and pick together if you want. My aunt is a real estate agent, and she’s been helping me find the hidden gems.
Who I'm Looking for: I'm hoping to find a roommate who meets a few criteria. It would be ideal if you have a credit score of at least 650, as the leasing office requires it for the lease. We will both sign the lease. Additionally, you'll need to provide proof of income to keep things official.
But beyond that, I'm looking for someone who's cool, clean, and preferably under 30. I'm into sports and love to catch games whenever I can. I also enjoy DJing on the weekends as a hobby.
If you're interested send me a message! We can chat more about it.
Thanks, Colin
2023.06.01 04:41 Revolutionary_Box790 DownTown West Palm Beach
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2023.06.01 03:38 swastikholidays Exploring the Enchanting Isles of Lakshadweep: A Perfect Getaway
 | Lakshadweep, a tropical paradise nestled in the Arabian Sea, is a hidden gem of India. Comprising a cluster of stunning coral islands, it offers breathtaking landscapes, crystal-clear turquoise waters, and a tranquil ambiance. Whether you seek serene beaches, vibrant marine life, or cultural immersion, Lakshadweep has something for everyone. In this blog, we will delve into some enticing tour packages that showcase the beauty and charm of this mesmerizing archipelago. submitted by swastikholidays to u/swastikholidays [link] [comments]
Embark on an island hopping adventure that will take you to the best spots in Lakshadweep. This tour package allows you to explore multiple islands, each with its unique allure. Start your journey from Agatti Island, known for its pristine beaches and vibrant coral reefs. Indulge in water sports like snorkeling and scuba diving to witness the magnificent marine life. Continue to Bangaram Island, a true tropical paradise, where you can relax on secluded beaches and enjoy the serenity of the surroundings. Take a boat ride to Thinnakara Island, famous for its natural beauty and breathtaking lagoons. Don't forget to visit the picturesque Kavaratti Island, the capital of Lakshadweep, and experience the vibrant local culture.
The tour package includes visits to popular diving destinations such as Agatti Island, Kadmat Island, and Bangaram Island. Whether you are a beginner or an experienced diver, certified instructors will guide you through the mesmerizing underwater world, ensuring your safety and providing a memorable experience. For snorkeling enthusiasts, the shallow lagoons surrounding the islands offer a kaleidoscope of colorful coral gardens and friendly marine creatures.
Explore the picturesque island of Minicoy, known for its distinct culture and traditions. Witness the famous Lava Dance, a traditional folk dance performed during festive occasions. Visit the numerous mosques scattered across the islands and marvel at their stunning architecture. Indulge in local culinary delights such as fresh seafood delicacies and traditional sweets like Bondi Laddu. Take part in handicraft workshops and learn the art of coir weaving, a traditional craft of the islanders. Conclusion Lakshadweep, with its untouched beauty and serene ambiance, offers a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life. The tour packages mentioned above are designed to cater to different interests, ensuring a memorable experience for every traveler. Whether you are an adventure seeker, a nature lover, or a culture enthusiast, Lakshadweep has something to offer. Embark on a journey to this breathtaking archipelago and create lifelong memories amidst its pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and vibrant marine life. Let Lakshadweep cast its spell on you and leave you longing to return to its enchanting shores. For more information please visit - Lakshadweep Tour Packages
https://preview.redd.it/euupl8659b3b1.jpg?width=1000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=292e73a93992db855a53657b8e26d0a7fa214092 Indulge in the lap of luxury with a tour package that offers a serene beach retreat experience in Lakshadweep. Escape the ordinary and immerse yourself in the tranquility of the pristine beaches, surrounded by lush greenery and swaying palm trees. Stay in luxurious beachfront resorts that offer breathtaking views of the turquoise waters and direct access to secluded beaches. Pamper yourself with spa treatments that use natural and traditional ingredients, leaving you refreshed and rejuvenated. Enjoy a range of water activities at your leisure, such as kayaking, jet skiing, or simply taking a leisurely swim in the warm, inviting waters. Unwind on the powdery white sands, savoring delectable seafood delicacies and tropical cocktails served by attentive staff.
Embark on thrilling trekking trails that lead you through dense forests and reveal panoramic views of the surrounding islands. Encounter unique bird species and spot migratory birds at the bird sanctuaries scattered across the archipelago. Embark on a thrilling kayaking expedition through mangrove forests, exploring hidden coves and secluded lagoons. Discover the rich marine life by venturing on a fishing trip with local fishermen, where you can witness the traditional fishing techniques and catch a glimpse of dolphins playing in the waters.
https://preview.redd.it/t93kyev69b3b1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e753cc475ff58699e5310e9773a10c9231bbad13 Lakshadweep provides an idyllic setting for a romantic escape with your loved one. This tour package is designed to create unforgettable memories as you revel in the beauty of the islands and cherish special moments together. Stay in intimate beachfront cottages or overwater bungalows that offer privacy and breathtaking views. Enjoy romantic candlelit dinners under the stars, with the soothing sound of the waves as your backdrop. Take leisurely walks on the beaches hand in hand, as the golden hues of the sunset paint the sky. Engage in couple's activities such as couples' spa treatments, private yacht cruises, or sunset sailing trips. Conclusion Lakshadweep, with its diverse tour packages, caters to the varied interests of travelers, be it adventure, luxury, wildlife, or romance. Each package provides a unique experience, allowing you to explore the captivating beauty and cultural richness of the archipelago. Embrace the tranquility of the turquoise waters, delve into the underwater wonders, immerse yourself in the local culture, or simply unwind in the lap of luxury. Whatever your preference, Lakshadweep promises an unforgettable journey that will leave you with cherished memories for a lifetime. Plan your trip to this enchanting destination and embark on an extraordinary adventure in the breathtaking Lakshadweep islands. For more information about things to do in Golden Triangle and holiday packages to Golden Triangle contact swastik holiday one of the leading travel agents in mumbai. |
2023.06.01 01:33 User_3971 MHA/CCA/PSE/RCA: Skip the line! Career jobs posted within. 5-31 rollup.
Damn it, lost a day! Had Memorial Day off but got fucked (mandated to work) on Saturday. Threw off the timing. Super-rare Wednesday edition!
Good afternoon. Brief listing of CAREER JOBS pulled from usps.com/careers/ for your convenience. Tell HR User_3971 sent you, let's see if they pay more than .25¢ per head. NOTE: Maintenance jobs are drying up - the In Service Register may finally be seeing results for our already career people.
Some jobs may be part-time regular however all listed jobs should qualify for federal benefits from day one. To save text I have only listed the location and date of posting for each. Use the posting number for your search term. LC and MM are entry-level Maintenance. Here is a Maint overview and here is Exam 955 info. You can DO it!
NOTE: USPS NEVER charges a fee for entrance exams. If payment is requested during the application process, walk the fuck away, go to usps.com/careers/ and APPLY THERE. We even has a video walkthrough prepared.
Laborer Custodial:
CHARLEVOIX MI NC11370316 05/27/2023
OMAHA NE NC11369343 05/27/2023
SAN JOSE CA NC11365062 05/27/2023
KIRKLAND WA NC11367251 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11371903 05/27/2023
FORT WASHAKIE WY NC11369073 05/27/2023
YUBA CITY CA NC11367214 05/25/2023
MOUNT IDA AR NC11361986 05/20/2023
BRATTLEBORO VT NC11374752 05/31/2023
BENTON HARBOR MI NC11371533 05/27/2023
PETALUMA CA NC11371537 05/27/2023
CATASAUQUA PA NC11371600 05/27/2023
EL CENTRO CA NC11371615 05/27/2023
HAMBURG PA NC11371700 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371707 05/27/2023
HAZELWOOD MO NC11371718 05/27/2023
WAUKESHA WI NC11371854 05/27/2023
GREEN BAY WI NC11371863 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371870 05/27/2023
AUSTIN TX NC11371871 05/27/2023
YUBA CITY CA NC11371908 05/27/2023
EAST HAMPTON NY NC11371909 05/27/2023
PEEKSKILL NY NC11371527 05/27/2023
PEEKSKILL NY NC11371421 05/27/2023
MACHIAS ME NC11371418 05/27/2023
SAN MATEO CA NC11371915 05/27/2023
WILLMAR MN NC11371410 05/27/2023
CUPERTINO CA NC11370120 05/27/2023
WARSAW IN NC11369259 05/27/2023
BISMARCK ND NC11369191 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369059 05/27/2023
URBANDALE IA NC11369055 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369050 05/27/2023
BUFFALO GROVE IL NC11368995 05/27/2023
SANTA ANA CA NC11365065 05/27/2023
CATASAUQUA PA NC11367255 05/25/2023
HAMBURG PA NC11367254 05/25/2023
WHITE RIVER JUNCTION VT NC11371417 05/27/2023
WEST CHICAGO IL NC11368968 05/27/2023
Maintenance Mechanic:
WEST PALM BEACH FL NC11367250 05/27/2023
PONTIAC MI NC11370630 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11371348 05/27/2023
NEW YORK NY NC11370543 05/27/2023
EAGAN MN NC11369434 05/27/2023
BIRMINGHAM AL NC11369105 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369114 05/27/2023
WICHITA KS NC11369186 05/27/2023
PHOENIX AZ NC11364942 05/27/2023
JACKSONVILLE FL NC11370197 05/27/2023
HARRISBURG PA NC11369187 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11370181 05/27/2023
CAROL STREAM IL NC11363416 05/27/2023
BOSTON MA NC11370175 05/27/2023
BETHPAGE NY NC11371414 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371828 05/27/2023
MEMPHIS TN NC11371737 05/27/2023
MELVILLE NY NC11371742 05/27/2023
JERSEY CITY NJ NC11371729 05/27/2023
Special! Interesting Maintenance Jobs: (may be skills required)
Maintenance Mechanic MPE:
FARGO ND NC11371325 05/27/2023
WEST FARGO ND NC11371173 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11370161 05/27/2023
WHITE RIVER JUNCTION NC11371671 05/27/2023
EAGAN MN NC11369373 05/27/2023
WICHITA KS NC11369179 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11371319 05/27/2023
ELK GROVE VILLAGE IL NC11370043 05/27/2023
Building Equipment Mechanic:
FACILITY MAINTENANCE MECHANIC - MERRIFIELD VA NC11371531 05/27/2023
BELLMAWR NJ NC11368795 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11368549 05/27/2023
General Clerk VMF:
TULSA OK NC11367091 05/24/2023
MIAMI FL NC11365300 05/30/2023
WEST PALM BEACH FL NC11365247 05/30/2023
Tool & Parts Clerk:
MIAMI FL NC11365302 05/30/2023
Garage Assistant:
HOUSTON TX NC11368988 05/26/2023
Electronic Technician:
BROCKTON MA NC11370302 05/27/2023
ROCHESTER NY NC11371416 05/27/2023
ELK GROVE VILLAGE IL NC11370150 05/27/2023
JACKSON MS NC11366836 05/27/2023
TRENTON NJ NC11369363 05/27/2023
NON-Maintenance jerbs:
SALES,SVCS/DISTRIBUTION ASSOC:
LINDEN TN NC11359072 05/18/2023
OCEAN BEACH NY NC11370230 05/27/2023
LANAI CITY HI NC11363428 05/20/2023
DAYTON TX NC11362387 05/22/2023
MEMPHIS MO NC11370238 05/29/2023
JACKMAN ME NC11367260 05/25/2023
ILIAMNA AK NC11371701 05/27/2023
CHENOA IL NC11361153 05/19/2023
BUNA TX NC11362381 05/22/2023
BOLINAS CA NC11368368 05/25/2023
PRESIDIO TX NC11360896 05/19/2023
PALACIOS TX NC11362377 05/22/2023
KOTZEBUE AK NC11371704 05/27/2023
ROCKSPRINGS TX NC11361161 05/19/2023
MILLERSBURG PA NC11370506 05/27/2023
EAGLE BUTTE SD NC11367304 05/29/2023
S YARMOUTH MA NC11370685 05/27/2023
CHARLESTON TN NC11371307 05/27/2023
BERRYVILLE AR NC11360673 05/19/2023
RANDLE WA NC11367126 05/24/2023
PECONIC NY NC11370190 05/27/2023
MARSHALL AR NC11360674 05/19/2023
ELK MOUND WI NC11369091 05/25/2023
BOW WA NC11367586 05/25/2023
BASSETT NE NC11366996 05/24/2023
ADDY WA NC11367447 05/25/2023
WEST CHATHAM MA NC11368584 05/27/2023
WEBBERVILLE MI NC11360764 05/19/2023
PONCE DE LEON FL NC11367045 05/24/2023
MARENGO IL NC11369368 05/26/2023
KETCHIKAN AK NC11373327 05/30/2023
HOMEWOOD CA NC11368364 05/25/2023
HIGHLAND MD NC11372890 05/30/2023
FLANDREAU SD NC11367252 05/25/2023
BELGIUM WI NC11366636 05/24/2023
BATH MI NC11360766 05/19/2023
LOS GATOS CA NC11368369 05/26/2023
EDGECOMB ME NC11367253 05/25/2023
City Carrier:
OAKLAND CA NC11365498 05/28/2023
PITTSBURGH PA NC11365454 05/28/2023
AURORA CO NC11365555 05/28/2023
BARRINGTON IL NC11370311 05/29/2023
CAMBRIDGE MA NC11370380 05/27/2023
CINCINNATI OH NC11365482 05/28/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11365496 05/28/2023
COVINGTON KY NC11371919 05/27/2023
DENVER CO NC11366882 05/28/2023
DULUTH MN NC11362480 05/30/2023
EAST PALO ALTO CA NC11368607 05/26/2023
FREMONT CA NC11370500 05/27/2023
HALF MOON BAY CA NC11367133 05/25/2023
HOPKINS MN NC11367637 05/25/2023
JAMAICA PLAIN MA NC11365301 05/28/2023
KANSAS CITY MO NC11365461 05/28/2023
LONGMONT CO NC11364941 05/30/2023
MENLO PARK CA NC11367127 05/25/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11365468 05/28/2023
MISSION KS NC11366896 05/28/2023
REDWOOD CITY CA NC11367129 05/25/2023
RICHMOND CA NC11361984 05/24/2023
RICHMOND CA NC11370511 05/27/2023
SAN FRANCISCO CA NC11365552 05/28/2023
SANTA BARBARA CA NC11371344 05/27/2023
WALTHAM MA NC11365314 05/28/2023
WATERTOWN WI NC11367306 05/24/2023
WESTMINSTER CO NC11372881 05/30/2023
WESTMINSTER CO NC11372888 05/31/2023
WHEAT RIDGE CO NC11372884 05/30/2023
WOBURN MA NC11370383 05/27/2023
BURLINGAME CA NC11367093 05/25/2023
DENVER CO NC11365625 05/28/2023
FORT DODGE IA NC11367454 05/31/2023
GLENSHAW PA NC11367256 05/26/2023
SAN BRUNO CA NC11367213 05/25/2023
SCOTTDALE PA NC11367257 05/26/2023
ALBANY NY NC11370227 05/27/2023
BELMONT CA NC11366923 05/25/2023
CONCORD NH NC11370243 05/27/2023
DENVER CO NC11365557 05/28/2023
FLORENCE KY NC11371918 05/27/2023
LAKEWOOD CO NC11366843 05/28/2023
LOS GATOS CA NC11368374 05/26/2023
LOUISVILLE KY NC11365467 05/28/2023
LOWELL MA NC11370408 05/27/2023
MADISON WI NC11365493 05/28/2023
MOUNT HOREB WI NC11368738 05/26/2023
SAINT PAUL MN NC11365480 05/28/2023
SAN MATEO CA NC11367212 05/25/2023
SOUTH BEND IN NC11370168 05/26/2023
UNION GROVE WI NC11368781 05/26/2023
ASPEN CO NC11369062 05/26/2023
BELVEDERE TIBURON CA NC11372865 05/30/2023
BILLERICA MA NC11370249 05/27/2023
BILLINGS MT NC11367481 05/25/2023
BOULDER CO NC11353373 05/28/2023
BOULDER CO NC11365053 05/29/2023
CEDARBURG WI NC11367207 05/24/2023
CHELSEA MA NC11365307 05/28/2023
COHOES NY NC11367097 05/29/2023
CORTE MADERA CA NC11372872 05/30/2023
CRESSON PA NC11367258 05/26/2023
FARGO ND NC11366936 05/29/2023
INDIANAPOLIS IN NC11365459 05/28/2023
LACONIA NH NC11370526 05/27/2023
LAWRENCE MA NC11370401 05/27/2023
LITTLETON CO NC11366840 05/28/2023
MALDEN MA NC11365310 05/28/2023
MILLBRAE CA NC11367211 05/25/2023
NEWPORT KY NC11372004 05/27/2023
NORTHGLENN CO NC11366639 05/28/2023
PACIFICA CA NC11367168 05/25/2023
SAN CARLOS CA NC11367164 05/25/2023
SAN JOSE CA NC11365554 05/28/2023
SANTA CLARA CA NC11368650 05/26/2023
SARATOGA SPRINGS NY NC11367451 05/27/2023
SUNNYVALE CA NC11368652 05/26/2023
WATERTOWN WI NC11367220 05/24/2023
CENTRAL SEATTLE WA NC11366942 05/28/2023
NORTH SEATTLE WA NC11366940 05/28/2023
SOUTH SEATTLE WA NC11366849 05/28/2023
Rural Carrier:
KNOXVILLE TN NC11372862 05/30/2023
GORHAM ME NC11370153 05/26/2023
BARRINGTON NH NC11370412 05/27/2023
BRIGHTON CO NC11372903 05/30/2023
AMERY WI NC11370225 05/26/2023
Motor Vehicle Operator:
ALBANY NY P&DC NC11371435 05/27/2023
DVD BLDG NJ P&DC NC11371439 05/27/2023
OAKLAND CA P&DC NC11371661 05/27/2023
RALEIGH NC P&DC NC11371445 05/27/2023
SEATTLE WA P&DC NC11371654 05/27/2023
MORGAN NY P&DC NC11371442 05/27/2023
PORTLAND OR P&DC NC11371664 05/27/2023
SAN JOSE CA P&DC NC11371658 05/27/2023
SAN JUAN PR P&DC NC11371880 05/27/2023
MARGARET SELLERS P&DC NC11371651 05/27/2023
Tractor Trailer Operator:
LANCASTER PA P&DC NC11371431 05/27/2023
NEW JERSEY NDC NC11358892 05/27/2023
NORTH READING P&DC NC11371432 05/27/2023
SPRINGFIELD NDC NC11371434 05/27/2023
MICHIGAN METROPLEX MI P&DC NC11371623 05/27/2023
SALT LAKE CITY UT P&DC NC11371617 05/27/2023
SAN FRANCISCO CA P&DC NC11371542 05/27/2023
CAROL STREAM IL P&DC NC11371705 05/27/2023
DENVER CO P&DC NC11371611 05/27/2023
KCMO MO P&DC NC11371703 05/27/2023
OAKLAND CA P&DC NC11371538 05/27/2023
SAN FRANCISCO NDC NC11371541 05/27/2023
SEATTLE WA P&DC NC11371547 05/27/2023
SEATTLE WA P&DC NC11371601 05/27/2023
TACOMA WA P&DC NC11371609 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA P&DC NC11371702 05/27/2023
EVANSVILLE IN P&DC NC11371709 05/27/2023
DVD BLDG NJ P&DC NC11354736 05/27/2023
SYRACUSE NY P&DC NC11371433 05/27/2023
NORTHERN NJ P&DC NC11358893 05/27/2023
No experience necessary for the laborer custodial or maintenance mechanic positions. It helps on the interview but you can surely think of maintenance related experience to relay for an interview. Based on fixing things around your house, the car etc. Always mention working safely.
Pro tip: You can apply for any job that has an exam opening and the test is administered local to yourself. Make sure you're serious and score decently; you can turn down the job offer. Keep a physical copy of your exam score, I believe they are good for two years.
The reason is: These job postings can be posted externally at capacity for testing, meaning they will not allow you to take the exam if they have enough qualified applicants. However, if you have a test score on the books, you are a qualified applicant.
Explanation of MVO/TTO to save time:
MVO= CDL B Can only drive box trucks on public roads, can drive anything for moves on postal property.
TTO= CDL A Can drive anything.
USPS provides the training. (Maintenance jobs at least. TTO and management...GOOD LUCK)
You don't have to be crazy to work here. We'll train you. Everything but proper email usage.
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Good afternoon. Brief listing of CAREER JOBS pulled from usps.com/careers/ for your convenience. Tell HR User_3971 sent you, let's see if they pay more than .25¢ per head. NOTE: Maintenance jobs are drying up - the In Service Register may finally be seeing results for our already career people.
Some jobs may be part-time regular however all listed jobs should qualify for federal benefits from day one. To save text I have only listed the location and date of posting for each. Use the posting number for your search term. LC and MM are entry-level Maintenance. Here is a Maint overview and here is Exam 955 info. You can DO it!
NOTE: USPS NEVER charges a fee for entrance exams. If payment is requested during the application process, walk the fuck away, go to usps.com/careers/ and APPLY THERE. We even has a video walkthrough prepared.
Laborer Custodial:
CHARLEVOIX MI NC11370316 05/27/2023
OMAHA NE NC11369343 05/27/2023
SAN JOSE CA NC11365062 05/27/2023
KIRKLAND WA NC11367251 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11371903 05/27/2023
FORT WASHAKIE WY NC11369073 05/27/2023
YUBA CITY CA NC11367214 05/25/2023
MOUNT IDA AR NC11361986 05/20/2023
BRATTLEBORO VT NC11374752 05/31/2023
BENTON HARBOR MI NC11371533 05/27/2023
PETALUMA CA NC11371537 05/27/2023
CATASAUQUA PA NC11371600 05/27/2023
EL CENTRO CA NC11371615 05/27/2023
HAMBURG PA NC11371700 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371707 05/27/2023
HAZELWOOD MO NC11371718 05/27/2023
WAUKESHA WI NC11371854 05/27/2023
GREEN BAY WI NC11371863 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371870 05/27/2023
AUSTIN TX NC11371871 05/27/2023
YUBA CITY CA NC11371908 05/27/2023
EAST HAMPTON NY NC11371909 05/27/2023
PEEKSKILL NY NC11371527 05/27/2023
PEEKSKILL NY NC11371421 05/27/2023
MACHIAS ME NC11371418 05/27/2023
SAN MATEO CA NC11371915 05/27/2023
WILLMAR MN NC11371410 05/27/2023
CUPERTINO CA NC11370120 05/27/2023
WARSAW IN NC11369259 05/27/2023
BISMARCK ND NC11369191 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369059 05/27/2023
URBANDALE IA NC11369055 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369050 05/27/2023
BUFFALO GROVE IL NC11368995 05/27/2023
SANTA ANA CA NC11365065 05/27/2023
CATASAUQUA PA NC11367255 05/25/2023
HAMBURG PA NC11367254 05/25/2023
WHITE RIVER JUNCTION VT NC11371417 05/27/2023
WEST CHICAGO IL NC11368968 05/27/2023
Maintenance Mechanic:
WEST PALM BEACH FL NC11367250 05/27/2023
PONTIAC MI NC11370630 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11371348 05/27/2023
NEW YORK NY NC11370543 05/27/2023
EAGAN MN NC11369434 05/27/2023
BIRMINGHAM AL NC11369105 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA NC11369114 05/27/2023
WICHITA KS NC11369186 05/27/2023
PHOENIX AZ NC11364942 05/27/2023
JACKSONVILLE FL NC11370197 05/27/2023
HARRISBURG PA NC11369187 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11370181 05/27/2023
CAROL STREAM IL NC11363416 05/27/2023
BOSTON MA NC11370175 05/27/2023
BETHPAGE NY NC11371414 05/27/2023
SAINT LOUIS MO NC11371828 05/27/2023
MEMPHIS TN NC11371737 05/27/2023
MELVILLE NY NC11371742 05/27/2023
JERSEY CITY NJ NC11371729 05/27/2023
Special! Interesting Maintenance Jobs: (may be skills required)
Maintenance Mechanic MPE:
FARGO ND NC11371325 05/27/2023
WEST FARGO ND NC11371173 05/27/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11370161 05/27/2023
WHITE RIVER JUNCTION NC11371671 05/27/2023
EAGAN MN NC11369373 05/27/2023
WICHITA KS NC11369179 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11371319 05/27/2023
ELK GROVE VILLAGE IL NC11370043 05/27/2023
Building Equipment Mechanic:
FACILITY MAINTENANCE MECHANIC - MERRIFIELD VA NC11371531 05/27/2023
BELLMAWR NJ NC11368795 05/27/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11368549 05/27/2023
General Clerk VMF:
TULSA OK NC11367091 05/24/2023
MIAMI FL NC11365300 05/30/2023
WEST PALM BEACH FL NC11365247 05/30/2023
Tool & Parts Clerk:
MIAMI FL NC11365302 05/30/2023
Garage Assistant:
HOUSTON TX NC11368988 05/26/2023
Electronic Technician:
BROCKTON MA NC11370302 05/27/2023
ROCHESTER NY NC11371416 05/27/2023
ELK GROVE VILLAGE IL NC11370150 05/27/2023
JACKSON MS NC11366836 05/27/2023
TRENTON NJ NC11369363 05/27/2023
NON-Maintenance jerbs:
SALES,SVCS/DISTRIBUTION ASSOC:
LINDEN TN NC11359072 05/18/2023
OCEAN BEACH NY NC11370230 05/27/2023
LANAI CITY HI NC11363428 05/20/2023
DAYTON TX NC11362387 05/22/2023
MEMPHIS MO NC11370238 05/29/2023
JACKMAN ME NC11367260 05/25/2023
ILIAMNA AK NC11371701 05/27/2023
CHENOA IL NC11361153 05/19/2023
BUNA TX NC11362381 05/22/2023
BOLINAS CA NC11368368 05/25/2023
PRESIDIO TX NC11360896 05/19/2023
PALACIOS TX NC11362377 05/22/2023
KOTZEBUE AK NC11371704 05/27/2023
ROCKSPRINGS TX NC11361161 05/19/2023
MILLERSBURG PA NC11370506 05/27/2023
EAGLE BUTTE SD NC11367304 05/29/2023
S YARMOUTH MA NC11370685 05/27/2023
CHARLESTON TN NC11371307 05/27/2023
BERRYVILLE AR NC11360673 05/19/2023
RANDLE WA NC11367126 05/24/2023
PECONIC NY NC11370190 05/27/2023
MARSHALL AR NC11360674 05/19/2023
ELK MOUND WI NC11369091 05/25/2023
BOW WA NC11367586 05/25/2023
BASSETT NE NC11366996 05/24/2023
ADDY WA NC11367447 05/25/2023
WEST CHATHAM MA NC11368584 05/27/2023
WEBBERVILLE MI NC11360764 05/19/2023
PONCE DE LEON FL NC11367045 05/24/2023
MARENGO IL NC11369368 05/26/2023
KETCHIKAN AK NC11373327 05/30/2023
HOMEWOOD CA NC11368364 05/25/2023
HIGHLAND MD NC11372890 05/30/2023
FLANDREAU SD NC11367252 05/25/2023
BELGIUM WI NC11366636 05/24/2023
BATH MI NC11360766 05/19/2023
LOS GATOS CA NC11368369 05/26/2023
EDGECOMB ME NC11367253 05/25/2023
City Carrier:
OAKLAND CA NC11365498 05/28/2023
PITTSBURGH PA NC11365454 05/28/2023
AURORA CO NC11365555 05/28/2023
BARRINGTON IL NC11370311 05/29/2023
CAMBRIDGE MA NC11370380 05/27/2023
CINCINNATI OH NC11365482 05/28/2023
COLUMBUS OH NC11365496 05/28/2023
COVINGTON KY NC11371919 05/27/2023
DENVER CO NC11366882 05/28/2023
DULUTH MN NC11362480 05/30/2023
EAST PALO ALTO CA NC11368607 05/26/2023
FREMONT CA NC11370500 05/27/2023
HALF MOON BAY CA NC11367133 05/25/2023
HOPKINS MN NC11367637 05/25/2023
JAMAICA PLAIN MA NC11365301 05/28/2023
KANSAS CITY MO NC11365461 05/28/2023
LONGMONT CO NC11364941 05/30/2023
MENLO PARK CA NC11367127 05/25/2023
MINNEAPOLIS MN NC11365468 05/28/2023
MISSION KS NC11366896 05/28/2023
REDWOOD CITY CA NC11367129 05/25/2023
RICHMOND CA NC11361984 05/24/2023
RICHMOND CA NC11370511 05/27/2023
SAN FRANCISCO CA NC11365552 05/28/2023
SANTA BARBARA CA NC11371344 05/27/2023
WALTHAM MA NC11365314 05/28/2023
WATERTOWN WI NC11367306 05/24/2023
WESTMINSTER CO NC11372881 05/30/2023
WESTMINSTER CO NC11372888 05/31/2023
WHEAT RIDGE CO NC11372884 05/30/2023
WOBURN MA NC11370383 05/27/2023
BURLINGAME CA NC11367093 05/25/2023
DENVER CO NC11365625 05/28/2023
FORT DODGE IA NC11367454 05/31/2023
GLENSHAW PA NC11367256 05/26/2023
SAN BRUNO CA NC11367213 05/25/2023
SCOTTDALE PA NC11367257 05/26/2023
ALBANY NY NC11370227 05/27/2023
BELMONT CA NC11366923 05/25/2023
CONCORD NH NC11370243 05/27/2023
DENVER CO NC11365557 05/28/2023
FLORENCE KY NC11371918 05/27/2023
LAKEWOOD CO NC11366843 05/28/2023
LOS GATOS CA NC11368374 05/26/2023
LOUISVILLE KY NC11365467 05/28/2023
LOWELL MA NC11370408 05/27/2023
MADISON WI NC11365493 05/28/2023
MOUNT HOREB WI NC11368738 05/26/2023
SAINT PAUL MN NC11365480 05/28/2023
SAN MATEO CA NC11367212 05/25/2023
SOUTH BEND IN NC11370168 05/26/2023
UNION GROVE WI NC11368781 05/26/2023
ASPEN CO NC11369062 05/26/2023
BELVEDERE TIBURON CA NC11372865 05/30/2023
BILLERICA MA NC11370249 05/27/2023
BILLINGS MT NC11367481 05/25/2023
BOULDER CO NC11353373 05/28/2023
BOULDER CO NC11365053 05/29/2023
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CHELSEA MA NC11365307 05/28/2023
COHOES NY NC11367097 05/29/2023
CORTE MADERA CA NC11372872 05/30/2023
CRESSON PA NC11367258 05/26/2023
FARGO ND NC11366936 05/29/2023
INDIANAPOLIS IN NC11365459 05/28/2023
LACONIA NH NC11370526 05/27/2023
LAWRENCE MA NC11370401 05/27/2023
LITTLETON CO NC11366840 05/28/2023
MALDEN MA NC11365310 05/28/2023
MILLBRAE CA NC11367211 05/25/2023
NEWPORT KY NC11372004 05/27/2023
NORTHGLENN CO NC11366639 05/28/2023
PACIFICA CA NC11367168 05/25/2023
SAN CARLOS CA NC11367164 05/25/2023
SAN JOSE CA NC11365554 05/28/2023
SANTA CLARA CA NC11368650 05/26/2023
SARATOGA SPRINGS NY NC11367451 05/27/2023
SUNNYVALE CA NC11368652 05/26/2023
WATERTOWN WI NC11367220 05/24/2023
CENTRAL SEATTLE WA NC11366942 05/28/2023
NORTH SEATTLE WA NC11366940 05/28/2023
SOUTH SEATTLE WA NC11366849 05/28/2023
Rural Carrier:
KNOXVILLE TN NC11372862 05/30/2023
GORHAM ME NC11370153 05/26/2023
BARRINGTON NH NC11370412 05/27/2023
BRIGHTON CO NC11372903 05/30/2023
AMERY WI NC11370225 05/26/2023
Motor Vehicle Operator:
ALBANY NY P&DC NC11371435 05/27/2023
DVD BLDG NJ P&DC NC11371439 05/27/2023
OAKLAND CA P&DC NC11371661 05/27/2023
RALEIGH NC P&DC NC11371445 05/27/2023
SEATTLE WA P&DC NC11371654 05/27/2023
MORGAN NY P&DC NC11371442 05/27/2023
PORTLAND OR P&DC NC11371664 05/27/2023
SAN JOSE CA P&DC NC11371658 05/27/2023
SAN JUAN PR P&DC NC11371880 05/27/2023
MARGARET SELLERS P&DC NC11371651 05/27/2023
Tractor Trailer Operator:
LANCASTER PA P&DC NC11371431 05/27/2023
NEW JERSEY NDC NC11358892 05/27/2023
NORTH READING P&DC NC11371432 05/27/2023
SPRINGFIELD NDC NC11371434 05/27/2023
MICHIGAN METROPLEX MI P&DC NC11371623 05/27/2023
SALT LAKE CITY UT P&DC NC11371617 05/27/2023
SAN FRANCISCO CA P&DC NC11371542 05/27/2023
CAROL STREAM IL P&DC NC11371705 05/27/2023
DENVER CO P&DC NC11371611 05/27/2023
KCMO MO P&DC NC11371703 05/27/2023
OAKLAND CA P&DC NC11371538 05/27/2023
SAN FRANCISCO NDC NC11371541 05/27/2023
SEATTLE WA P&DC NC11371547 05/27/2023
SEATTLE WA P&DC NC11371601 05/27/2023
TACOMA WA P&DC NC11371609 05/27/2023
DES MOINES IA P&DC NC11371702 05/27/2023
EVANSVILLE IN P&DC NC11371709 05/27/2023
DVD BLDG NJ P&DC NC11354736 05/27/2023
SYRACUSE NY P&DC NC11371433 05/27/2023
NORTHERN NJ P&DC NC11358893 05/27/2023
No experience necessary for the laborer custodial or maintenance mechanic positions. It helps on the interview but you can surely think of maintenance related experience to relay for an interview. Based on fixing things around your house, the car etc. Always mention working safely.
Pro tip: You can apply for any job that has an exam opening and the test is administered local to yourself. Make sure you're serious and score decently; you can turn down the job offer. Keep a physical copy of your exam score, I believe they are good for two years.
The reason is: These job postings can be posted externally at capacity for testing, meaning they will not allow you to take the exam if they have enough qualified applicants. However, if you have a test score on the books, you are a qualified applicant.
Explanation of MVO/TTO to save time:
MVO= CDL B Can only drive box trucks on public roads, can drive anything for moves on postal property.
TTO= CDL A Can drive anything.
USPS provides the training. (Maintenance jobs at least. TTO and management...GOOD LUCK)
You don't have to be crazy to work here. We'll train you. Everything but proper email usage.
2023.05.31 23:36 OdeeSS Pot Size for Container Native Plants
I'd like to know how to figure out the minimum pot size for a single native plant to flourish and meet its max flowering potential.
I recently moved into an apartment and I'm restricted to a west facing balcony for all of my gardening needs. I have a couple years of experience planting natives in a yard.
I live in central ohio. The balcony is about 10 feet long and 6 feet deep and I plan on cramming as much plant as possible. I want a bunch of flowering, pollinator attracting plants. My goal is to get some hummingbird visitors.
Plants I'm particularly interested in include the following: - Wild Bergamot - Cardinal Flower - Anise Hyssop - Echinacea - Rudbeckia - Coral Honeysuckle - Oak Leaf Hydrangea - Meadow Sage - Blazing Prairie Star
I know people have grown some of these plants in pots as small as a gallon, but I really want my natives to live their fullest life. Information online is always very i consistent. I want pots large enough to satisfy a native plant, but not so large that I'm wasting limited real estate.
Furthermore, is it more efficient to plant as companions? Otherwise, I was hoping to plant one plant per pot, so I can move them around easily, as opposed to lugging around a 200 gallon container on a second floor balcony ;)
Thank you!
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I recently moved into an apartment and I'm restricted to a west facing balcony for all of my gardening needs. I have a couple years of experience planting natives in a yard.
I live in central ohio. The balcony is about 10 feet long and 6 feet deep and I plan on cramming as much plant as possible. I want a bunch of flowering, pollinator attracting plants. My goal is to get some hummingbird visitors.
Plants I'm particularly interested in include the following: - Wild Bergamot - Cardinal Flower - Anise Hyssop - Echinacea - Rudbeckia - Coral Honeysuckle - Oak Leaf Hydrangea - Meadow Sage - Blazing Prairie Star
I know people have grown some of these plants in pots as small as a gallon, but I really want my natives to live their fullest life. Information online is always very i consistent. I want pots large enough to satisfy a native plant, but not so large that I'm wasting limited real estate.
Furthermore, is it more efficient to plant as companions? Otherwise, I was hoping to plant one plant per pot, so I can move them around easily, as opposed to lugging around a 200 gallon container on a second floor balcony ;)
Thank you!
2023.05.31 22:25 hotdogg29 Mary on Viall Files (recap)
My first recap, was pretty long and very random discussions throughout 😂 apologies for the grammar in advance as well, lol
EDIT: Edited for clarity.
These are the main points in my opinion. Feel free to add anything I may have missed.
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EDIT: Edited for clarity.
- They recap VPR in the beginning, Mary starts around 32:23
- “How’s your heart?” - Mary says, full of love. Has a good life and people surrounding her.
- Season 6 - her thoughts and feelings about it.
- Expected the season to be easier since Christine is gone.
- Describes Nicole as a new cast member but is a long-time friend and officiated her wedding. Saw the drama unfold and did not expect it. Jason was the only one aware of the situation and he didn’t want to be involved.
- Regarding the Chrishell x Nicole drama: Remembers Nicole originally getting upset for bringing Nicole and Chrishell onto Jason’s listing. In the beginning, Nicole did a lot more work and Jason brought Chrishell on for a learning experience. Chrishell posted on IG about the house being sold and Nicole found out it was going to be featured on the show and got upset. Mary was unsure how it played out since it was a long time ago. Says the drama wasn’t going to come off the way Nicole wanted because of her experience on the show since they won’t show the drama one sided and take her side but also will hear out Chrishell’s side.
- Mary mentions no cast member will be afforded more protection than anyone else. However, Mary mentions Chrishell is never going to look bad (but mentions they are “being more honest” in season 7 so maybe a hint there that Chrishell might look a bit bad there?)
- Mary says Palm Springs was a total shit-show. Her dad also had a health thing that she found out about while arriving to Palm Springs, and was also in the process of buying a house and moving - so had a lot going on. There was 4 days of filming and not all of it was shown.
- They talk briefly about Bre and Nick Cannon’s relationship, and Chelsea’s opinions over the relationship.
- Mary says Chelsea’s too opinionated (and subtly says she’s self righteous). Mentions Chelsea does not give help but just dishes out her opinions.
- Regarding topics and boundaries for the show, Mary calls beforehand any cast members which things they can discuss on camera.
- Nick says if anyone is “in it to win it” and Mary responses that Chelsea is in it for herself and to win (previously was Christine).
- They talk about how Chrishell is the “protagonist” and how Mary doesn’t care about the limelight. She competes for listings rather than fighting for screen time, etc.
- They talk about Nicole and how she is very self aware, funny and overall fun to be around. Because of this, Nick asks if Nicole thought she would be the new Christine and new villain. Mary thinks Nicole thought she was coming in as a badass and came in telling her side of the story. And since it wasn’t coming across, she was trying to explain it more because she wanted people to know from her side what happened.
- Chrishell’s drug accusation: Nick mentions Chrishell accused Nicole on being on drugs to discredit her. Mary says they don’t show the scene where she goes and talks to Chrishell in her room before being mic’d up asking her why she accused her knowing Nicole is very animated in her gestures. Mary thinks it’s a dig and that Chrishell apologized to Nicole for the accusation (later is asked how Chrishell apologized but did not go into detail for it). Overall, she was shocked by the accusation and saddened that Nicole had to get a drug test. Mary thinks Nicole is smart for that since it’s her reputation on the line.
- Mary mentions how she’s learning the OC market and discusses guest appearances on the Selling the OC and how she likes the cast members (she specifically named Polly).
- Chrishell and Amanza drama: will unfold in S7. Thinks both were right and wrong and won’t choose a side or discuss more in detail.
- Nick asks if Mary thinks Jason will marry Mary Lou and she says no and does not think he will marry anyone else until he’s atleast 60. (spoiler alert: 😂)
- The three week vacation Jason took: Nick speculates that Jason doesn’t like to admit he’s wrong and asks how does Mary manage his ego. She says she doesn’t see Jason the way the public sees him since they help each other out. Regarding the responsibilities Jason put on mary, she thinks Jason didn’t think too much about it at the time when he handed off the responsibilities and has apologized since.
- Nick and Mary briefly talk about reality tv shows and how how Mary doesn’t watch them because it’s too much drama. She does enjoy love is blind and her favorite couple from the most season was Brett and Tiffany and mentions meeting them at a Netflix event.
- Nick asks “who’s there for the right reasons (real estate)?” Mary mentions her and Jason are there for the right reasons and won’t answer who is there for the fame and glory and subtly mentions there are some real estate agents that aren’t really driven for real estate.
- Nick asks areas for improvement he would like Emma to make (not sure why she was specifically singled out). On the show, everyone dresses up a bit more and she wears short skirts/dresses. Mary says doesn’t have any criticisms for Emma but would have advice for Chelsea. Says Chelsea needs to stay out of other people’s personal business and not to come for Mary’s job. However, Mary gives Chelsea kudos for being ambitious and forgives her for coming for Mary’s job. Mary does not think Chelsea has the right personality for the job because she’s very opinionated and would project her own personal opinions onto the employees. Mary found out about how Chelsea was coming for her job at the same time we as viewers did. Has not discussed with Chelsea or reached out to talk about it.
- Discussing Chrishell and Jason’s breakup: during the original breakup, the breakup made it difficult to choose who to hang out with during hangouts. You would have to choose one of the either, which ultimately impacted the amount of time spent together with either party. Mary also had to deal with a family emergency at the same time of Jason and Chrishell’s breakup, and was embryo freezing during that time. She has since apologized to C.
- Nick also asks if she is friends with Nicole still to which she responds yes. Doesn’t think Chrishell and Nicole will ever reconcile.
- They discuss (TW) Mary’s miscarriage and her embryo freezing. Didn’t expect it to happen and was shocking. Found out at the doctor and how the baby stopped growing from the last appointment. And was carrying the baby. Was heartbreaking. Romaine didn’t understand what was going on. Didn’t process it in the beginning and couldn’t talk about it. She kept herself busy with work and events. (Can listen in detail around 1hr 26 minutes if you want to hear more details, but don’t want to write out of respect of her story). Towards the end, she mentions they will try another round of embryo freezing.
- Summer plans: going to Vancouver, Romaine’s 30th bday, Tulum trip with Nicole and other friends, Italy (Florence) trip with Romaine’s mom and family.
These are the main points in my opinion. Feel free to add anything I may have missed.