#Key West Firemen

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"BURNED TO DEATH IN CELL, FIREMEN WERE POWERLESS," Toronto Star. June 5, 1912. Page 1. --- Awful Tragedy at Sault Ste. Marie, Ont. - Man Who Had Key Could Not Be Found. --- Canadian Press Despatch. Sault Ste. Marie, Ont., June 5. - Cooked to death in a caged west end lockup in sight of the fire fighters was the fate which overcame an Austrian named Andrew Wropelwski, shortly after one o'clock this morning. The man had been put there in an intoxicated condition early in the evening to await his removal to the central police station. Apparently he had dropped a lighted match, which ignited the bed. On the arrival of the department the place was in flames, and the hapless man could plainly be seen first running about in the lockup and then attempting to crawl under the bed as the flames got to him. The outside door was securely locked also, and the only person with a key was the night patrolman, who could not be found.

The charred remains have been removed to Simpson's morgue, and an inquest will open to-night. Members of the department say it was the most horrible experience in their career. At one time Wropelwski was seen to go on his knees to the firemen outside, who could not bear to look at him.

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On April 21st 1703   a “Company for the Quenching of Fire” was formed in Edinburgh,  the ancestor of the modern fire service.

I’ve posted many times regarding Glasgow and it’s history with fire, but in older times Edinburgh was the main town that was prone to the dangers of fire.

If any early fire precautions and firefighting provisions were practised in Scotland they have not been recorded. There is no mention in the Scottish records of fire precautions until as late as the reign of James I of Scotland, when, in 1426, the town officers of Edinburgh were instructed to have 'seven or aught twenty Jute ledders as well as three or Joure sayes (saws) to the common use, and sex or ma cleikes of iron (long poles tipped with iron hooks) to draw down timbers and ruiffes that are fired' . 

This belated concern in Scotland about fire control measures is surprising for the lowland and border burghs of the northern kingdom were even more vulnerable to fires than most English communities . Besides the fires which began by accident, the Scots had also to cope with the incendiarism which was an accompaniment of every English invasion. The French historian Froissart, who visited Scotland during the reign of David II  may have been correct when he wrote that the Scots country people 'did not mind much when the English burned their houses, as they could build them again in a few days with five or six poles with branches to stretch across them'. 

I think it is unlikely that either the citizens of Edinburgh (then a sizeable place for its time of about 400 houses), watched the destruction of their city by the English army sent north by Richard II, very cheerfully, or that the monks of Melrose and Dryburgh took pleasure in seeing their abbeys burning.

There were acts and resolutions before 1703, most notable in in 1426 an act resolved that 'no hemp, lint, straw, hay or heather or broom be stored near a fire'. Edinburgh merchants selling such wares are permitted to use lanterns but not candles and citizens in general are forbidden to carry naked flames from house to house. 'Na fire may be fetched fra ane house til ane uther within the town bot within covered weshel or lanterne, under pain of ane unlaw.' That brothels and the homes of 'ladies of the town' in general were considered a special fire risk is also shown by a clause in the Act which commands that 'common women' should be housed at the outermost end of the town where 'the least peril o fire is'.

In 1621, another important Act was passed concerning 'the supply ing of water to the city from a distance'   a three-inch pipe, which was installed by a German plumber at a cost of £2,950. It ran from a catchment in the Comiston area to a reservoir on the Castle Hill which, in its turn, fed ten of the city's public wells. Incidentally (though this is only mentioned later), as there were :fire points' on the pipes running from the Castle Hill to the wells, Edinburgh in this respect was in advance of other cities. While Edinburgh remained with. The reservoir is now occupied by a large gift shop, and several of the wells survive down the Royal mile, and, as in the pic, at the bottom of The West Bow, on Grassmarket. 

What first shocked the Edinburgh City Fathers into taking thought about improving the existing situation was a particularly disastrous fire which broke out on February 3rd, 1700. Some of you might remember I posted about this on the date.

According to a report written about the fire some time later....

'The flames broke out about 11 o'clock at night, in the north-east corner of the Meal Market, a small court of buildings then chiefly occupied by lawyers, situated upon the north side of the Cowgate , immediately behind the Parliament Close. From this spot the fire spread up the hill to the Parliament Close, destroying all the buildings called Kirk-heuch, which was then a sort of shoe-market, and at length reached the High Street where houses continuous to the cross were involved in the general ruin .' 

The Royal Exchange, the Bank of Scotland Building and part of the Advocates' Library, were among the public buildings damaged or destroyed by this fire in which close on 200 families were driven from their homes. It was the worst fire that had occurred in Edinburghsince 1544 when an English army commanded by the Earl of Hertford, after overcoming the resistance of a small force of militant citizens, fired both the city and the Palace of Holyrood. 

The phrase above 'shocked the City Fathers into thought' was used by intent for action did not come until April 21st, 1703, when an important Edinburgh Act was passed for the formation of a 'Company for Quenching of Fire and Rules to be observed by the inhabitants thereanent' . . A reproduction of this original bill with the provisions of this Act, is included among the pics but as both the print and the old Scots wordings may present difficulties, the following translation may be of help.

The Act (of the Provost, Bailies, Council and Deacons of Craft, 'ordiner and byordiner') states and ordains that: 'Owing to the sad desolations made in this city within these years by the terrible and dreadfulfires which broke out in the Meal Market and Land Market, and made so sudden and great progress that a great part o( the city was in danger of being consumed, if God in his great mercy had not put a stop thereto, the Council, judging it their duty to lay down methods and means, that through the blessing of God may prove effectual in the /ike or great conflagrations, have concluded the following rules to be observed in time coming: That the Council do name out of the Burgesses and Freemen 0.( this city, twelve men, to be called by the name of firemasters, and each firemaster be empowered to name six assistants to himself to be ready at all times upon the occasion o tfire. The firemastersn to receive their orders from the magistrates and the assistants from their respective firemasters, who are  all to present themselves to the magistrates each first Monday of February and August yearly in the New Greyfriars. 

That each Firemaster have in his hand a batton and each assistant a leather cap on his head with an iron cross-bar on it, and a badge of pewter on the front of the cap bearing the number from 1 to 72, to be made by such persons as the Council shall appoint and by none other. That each Firemaster and his assistant have a large hand axe, made with luffs nailed to the shaft, and a sledge hammer, with a hand saw, all marked with the Town's mark and twelve links alwise lodged in the Firemaster's houses. That each Firemaster have his name above the door of his house or close-head where he dwells, bearing them to be such, and a list of the whole lodged in the town guard. The Council appoints to be made 24 says and thirty-six stings with knogs, whereof six standing full of water with stings hanging by them and some buckets, with six shovels and six mattocks with the good Town's mark upon them, to be lodged on the north side of the weighhouse, under a shade made for that end (several other stations are mentioned), that each Firemaster shall have a key to open the several shades.

 The Council appoints 300 leather buckets or more to be made, and that there be lodged thereof in the Town Guard as many as can with convenience and the rest be hung up in the Old Kirk, as also 12 leathers, whereof 3 of them of 46 foot, 3 of them 30 foot , 3 of them 20 foot and 3 of them 15 foot long, all to be hung up in the Old Kirk . The Council appoints the whole muck-men to have each of them a creel, and to repair to the fire with their creels full of horse-dung or muck upon the first alarm. The Council appoints the wells to be put in good condition and the fire-cocks in good order, that the whole Firemasters may know how to put the water on to the firecock, and to make the water run to any side of the street by the help of a timber spout, which the Council appoints to be made to that effect. The Council appoints the captain of the guard upon the first alarm of fire to send to the magistrates and hail! Firemasters and the keeper of the good town's stores and advertise them thereof, and to call the hail trainmen and water carriers and inform them to carry water to several places, where the firemasters shall judge most convenient. The Council appoints the captain of the guard for the time to cause two men of the best qualified of their squad to walk nightly through the streets, with a large batton in their hand, five or six foot long, who are hereby appointed to give notice immediately to the firemasters and the guard in case of fire, and the said captain is to take notice of the vigilance each morning. And lastly, the Council discharges the selling, pledging, or re-setting or any warp, imbasling of the said materials, certifying the transgressors they shall be fined and imprisoned and other ways punished at the will of the magistrates."

In addition to the provisions above, citizens were required to keep a supply of water in their houses in case of fire and occupants of tenements to provide themselves with ropes of the height of the building plus an additional 'four fathoms'. This last provision, has aroused smiles at the idea of elderly grannies swarming their way down from the upper windows of the high Edinburgh' lands'. But the length of rope additional to the height of the buildings, was clearly intended to allow for a loop in which those who were unable to help themselves could be lowered to safety. As for the item concerning the city muck-men, there was much more sense to this than at first appears. The creels of (wet) muck (mostly horse-dung) must have been useful addition to the limited supplies of water available; the dung when heated gave off fumes of ammonia which acted as a natural chemical fire extinguisher.

The firemen attached to the new organisation were of course what we would now call auxiliaries. They only turned up at an alarm, otherwise they followed their customary occupations. There is no record of their receiving any instruction in fire-fighting and probably they had to learn the hard way, by experience. For their services they were paid £8 Scots (i.e. 16s. 8d. in the English currency of this time), per annum. Despite this meagre reward there does not seem to have been any shortage of volunteers. 

One puzzling thing about the Edinburgh Act of 1703 is that it makes no mention of any fire engine though it is known that a James Colquhoun of Edinburgh built machines, described as such, for Edinburgh and Glasgow as early as 1650. A possible explanation is that these engines were simply 'squirts' of the kind used in London during the Great Fire and that Colquhoun'S 'engine' was either found of little use or had been destroyed in the interval.

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Highland Destiny Chapter 2 ~The Doctor~

Claire Beauchamp arrived in Inverness, late Friday afternoon after a two-day journey by car from Oxford. She was looking forward to a new life in Scotland and a fresh start. It had been five years since her husband of only two months, Frank Randall died in a car accident, and after finishing her internship recently, she was ready to move on. 

Frank Randall was a University professor, and Claire, a medical student in Oxford when they first met in the pub 7 years ago. Frank was 12 years her senior, but that didn't deter Claire from developing an infatuation. On the other hand, Claire's charm, wit and maturity beyond her years captivated the young professor, and it wasn't long before they fell in love and married. It was a blissful union until Frank died tragically, leaving his young bride to pick up the pieces of her broken dreams. 

Determined and stubborn, young Claire wasn't a person to wallow in grief for too long. Although very much heartbroken, she picked herself up, buried herself in work, and concentrated on finishing her studies. Shortly after Frank died, she sold their Victorian house to pay for her tuition fees, and whatever money was left, was put into her savings. 

Five years forward, Claire claimed her hard-earned M.D. as a Neurosurgeon and completed her obligatory internship. As she took her time deciding her next steps, her best friend Joe Abernathy from medical school had taken up residency in the Northern Royal Infirmary in Inverness. Joe Abernathy wanted her to follow suit.

Widowed and 29 years old, Claire knew she still had her life ahead of her. Uncle Lambert, her guardian since she was orphaned at age 5, suggested she takes his neglected cottage in the outskirts of Inverness if she opted to follow her friend Joe. Her uncle had very little use of it and having no family of his own, Claire knew the cottage will one day belong to her.

Without any further persuasion, Claire decided to move to Inverness and put her hospital residency on hold for a year.   A kind of sabbatical  , she thought. She needed time for the transition without the rigorous demands of working as a Neurosurgeon. To ease the transition, Claire responded to a job opening as a paramedic in Scottish Ambulance Service. The possibility of working indoors as well as outdoors on emergency cases sounded exhilarating and adventurous. Although over-qualified for the job, she knew she needed a change of something....or anything for that matter, without wandering too far from the medical route.

It didn't take long before Claire heard from the Scottish Ambulance Service. They knew she was over-qualified for the position, but they were only too happy to accept her application. Claire was thrilled and immediately made arrangements for the move. She was notified to start work as soon as she arrived.

Claire's first destination in Inverness was St. Agnes Orphanage to see the French mother superior, Mother Hildegarde. She was a life-long friend of Uncle Lambert and the keeper of the cottage's keys. As Claire walked into the Mother Superior's office, she was greeted with open arms and a huge warm smile.

"  Ma chérie  , Claire, come here and let me look at you. It's been ages!" Mother Hildegarde gathered Claire into her arms and embraced her tightly. "  Mon Dieu  , look at you...what a beautiful woman you have become. Mind you, you have always been a beautiful girl."

"Mother Hildegarde, oh it's so lovely to see you. Oh yes, it's been almost 10 years since I was here in bonny Scotland. And it's still bonny as ever. How are you?" Claire smiled warmly, hugging the elderly lady back.

For a woman in her eighties, the Mother Superior had a surprisingly firm grip. "  Très bien, ma chérie  . And how about you? You must be tired and hungry,   non  ? You must stay here for the night. There are still workers at your uncle's cottage right this minute and should be finished by tomorrow. They're doing some finishing touches to make sure the place is secure...you know like making sure the roof has no leak."

Claire laughed, "Oh, so typical of Uncle Lamb. He likes to over-see things, you know. As for food, no thank you. I'm not really hungry, but I'm exhausted, and I can use a good nap."

"Of course,   ma chérie  , this way...allow me to show you your room for the night and oh...here are the keys to the cottage." Claire took the keys and linked her arm with the older woman as they walked out of the office, chatting about Uncle Lamb and life in general.

Twenty minutes later, after a small tour around the shelter, saying hello to some of the orphans and exchanging pleasantries with the younger nuns, she was finally in her room. It was a simple room with a small bed - that was all she needed for now. Claire didn't bother getting the rest of her suitcase from the car but took only a change of clothes for the night. Within 5 minutes of laying her head down, she fell asleep.

Sometime late in the evening, she was roused to a loud bang. She bolted right up and heard panicked voices and running feet outside the corridor.   What the fuck was that?   She grabbed her phone and keys, and clad only in her nightgown, went outside to see what the commotion was. She was approached by a distressed young nun. "Miss Claire, Miss Claire, please help gather the children for evacuation, there's a fire in the west wing." 

"Of course, I'm on it." Without bothering to go back to the bedroom, calmly Claire managed to guide as many children as possible towards the emergency exit. She can hear the sirens and firemen's voices amongst the screams of children and women. 

After guiding the last group of children on her floor to safety, Claire decided to head up to the next storey, not realising the upper level was thick with smoke. As she made it to the top of the steps, she started to choke, and her eyes began to sting. Panic-stricken, Claire looked down and below was a very tall fireman running up the stairs towards her. And before she knew what was happening, she blacked-out.

In the dark recesses of her mind, Claire was aware she was being carried away. She felt the cold air on her face and heard emergency sirens from what seemed like a distance. All she wanted to do was to drift off back to sleep and curl up into the strong, warm arms holding her. It was a comforting sensation to be held and to feel safe. 

Then consciousness got a grasp of her, and realisation seeped in- the orphanage was on fire! Her eyes suddenly flew open only to be met by a pair of the bluest she'd ever seen. Claire blinked twice in an attempt to clear the fogginess in her head, but the man carrying her continued to stare as if she was some sort of alien. She searched his soot-covered face, but he remained inscrutable.

Finding her wits, at last, Claire made a futile attempt to wriggle her way out of the man's tight hold. Clearing her voice, she implored, "Let me down please, let me down...the children in the building..." Her voice sounded hoarse to her ears, but the fireman didn't yield his grip. He was saying something, barely audible in an unfamiliar tongue as he cradled her like a baby. 

Unexpectedly, she was handed over to two men from the emergency unit and to add to her confusion, her rescuer left without saying another word. From the arms of the paramedics, Claire glanced back at the disappearing form of the tall fireman as he made his way back into the smoke-filled building.   Damn, those blue eyes! 

Snapping back to reality, Claire turned her attention to the two paramedics who were trying to ease her down on the wheeled stretcher. "I said let me down right this minute...really, I'm alright." 

"Now miss, please calm down. Just a quick examination. Are ye hurting anywhere?" A young male medic was peering into her eyes with a pen torch. "Aaah ye have bonny eyes" The young man smiled.

"Stop that!" Claire slapped a probing hand away, "I'm a doctor, and really for the hundredth time, I'm alright. If you have a spare uniform to lend, I can help. Are you even listening?" The two men fussing over her stopped, looked at each other, hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Ye sure miss, ye can stand?" Claire nodded and stood up to prove that she can stand on her own.

There was no time to mess about.   If the lady wants to help, we need all the extra hands we can get.

"Aye, alright then...right in there, there's a spare uniform." informed the dark-haired young man with a badge, T. Christie engraved on it. He pointed towards the ambulance vehicle for Claire, "You can dress in there, and I'll close the door. We need all the help we can get...we're a wee bit understaff, ye ken."

"Aye, I ken," Claire replied, mimicking his accent, before climbing into the ambulance to change into a more appropriate garb.

For the next hour, Claire tirelessly worked side by side with the emergency staff guiding the children to safety, handing out oxygen masks to those who needed it and helping those who were injured onto the stretcher. Much to her relief, Mother Hildegarde suffered only a mild smoke inhalation and was immediately taken to the hospital. As for the rest, everyone from the orphanage made it to safety with some minor injuries.

Claire had no problem navigating through the frenzied confusion. She was a trained doctor after all and knew the ins and outs of a medical emergency. The other medical workers have given up trying to assist her. It was pretty apparent that she knew what she was doing and worked very well under stress. 

Time flew by quickly, and Claire was surprised when she realised, the frenetic activities around her were winding down. As she gratefully retrieved a bottle of water from one of the medics, Claire saw her rescuer reemerged from the building. Although she couldn't see his face, she recognised him from his height, breadth and the way he walked. He was prominently taller and stood out from the rest of the firemen.

She heard him shout, "All clear!" as he gave thumbs-up to his colleagues. Without much thought, Claire walked towards his direction. She wanted to thank him for rescuing her and his bravery. 

"Erm, excuse me..." she started trying to get the tall man's attention.

To Claire's surprise, he raised his hand, and without looking at her, he stopped her mid-sentence: "Sorry not now, I'm busy..." and walked away.

 The bloody Scot didn't even recognise me!  Fuming, Claire walked the opposite direction.

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That Was the Year That Was – 1916

Monarch – George V

Prime Minister – H. H. Asquith (Coalition) (until 5 December), David Lloyd George (Coalition) (starting 6 December)

The Battle of the Somme: 141 days of horror

Battle of the Somme: More than one million soldiers die; with 57,470 British Empire casualties on the first day, 19,240 of them killed, the British Army’s bloodiest day; the Accrington Pals battalion is effectively wiped out in the first few minutes. The immediate result is tactically inconclusive.

The Battle of the Somme, fought in northern France, was one of the bloodiest of World War One. For five months the British and French armies fought the Germans in a brutal battle of attrition on a 15-mile front.

The aims of the battle were to relieve the French Army fighting at Verdun and to weaken the German Army. However, the Allies were unable to break through German lines. In total, there were over one million dead and wounded on all sides.

The Allies bombarded German trenches for seven days and then sent 100,000 men over the top to attack the German lines.

The day was a disaster for the British. The Germans weathered the artillery fire in deep trenches and came up fighting. As the British soldiers advanced, they were mown down by machine gun and rifle fire. In total, 19,240 British soldiers lost their lives. It was the bloodiest day in the history of the British army. However, the French had more success and inflicted big losses on German troops. In spite of heavy British losses, Douglas Haig, the British general, agreed to continue the attack.

The home towns which provided the volunteers for General Kitchener’s “Pal’s battalions” were hit hardest. The 11th East Lancashire battalion was known as the Accrington Pals. Of the 720 men who went into action on 1 July, 584 became casualties. Although they were still behind the war effort, people at home wore black arm bands to commemorate those who had lost their lives.

UK Conscription: the First World War

Your Country Needs You

Within a year of Great Britain declaring war on Germany in August 1914, it had become obvious that it was not possible to continue fighting by relying on voluntary recruits.

Lord Kitchener’s campaign – promoted by his famous "Your Country Needs You" poster – had encouraged over one million men to enlist by January 1915. But this was not enough to keep pace with mounting casualties.

Conscription introduced

The government saw no alternative but to increase numbers by conscription – compulsory active service. Parliament was deeply divided but recognised that because of the imminent collapse of the morale of the French army, immediate action was essential.

In January 1916 the Military Service Act was passed. This imposed conscription on all single men aged between 18 and 41, but exempted the medically unfit, clergymen, teachers and certain classes of industrial worker.

Conscientious objectors – men who objected to fighting on moral grounds– were also exempted, and were in most cases given civilian jobs or non-fighting roles at the front.

A second Act passed in May 1916 extended conscription to married men.

Conscription was not applied to Ireland because of the 1916 Easter Rising, although in fact many Irishmen volunteered to fight.

Effects of conscription

Conscription was not popular and in April 1916 over 200,000 demonstrated against it in Trafalgar Square. Although many men failed to respond to the call-up, in the first year 1.1 million enlisted.

In 1918 during the last months of the war, the Military Service (No. 2) Act raised the age limit to 51.

Conscription was extended until 1920 to enable the army to deal with continuing trouble spots in the Empire and parts of Europe.

During the whole of the war conscription had raised some 2.5 million men.

munitions factory explosion at Uplees near Faversham, Kent, kills 108 men

That morning, Major Aston Cooper-Key, His Majesty’s Inspector of Explosives, travelled to Kent to make an inspection of the privately owned factory at Uplees, which was then working flat-out in the wake of the shell crisis of 1915. The complex, so the inspector noted, was in “a very congested state”, the Ministry of Munitions having sent supplies “much in excess of the requirements of the works”. Of special concern were the quantities of TNT and ammonium nitrate – these were combined at the plant to produce amatol, for use in shells and bombs – packed into magazines or, when the buildings were full, left out in the open and protected with tarpaulins of green canvas. Still, such congestion was to be expected, and at least the Explosives Loading Company, which ran the plant, was not shirking out here on the marshes. Cooper-Key declared himself satisfied with the general condition of the factory, and left to file his report.

It seems the major had not noticed, in the course of his inspection, the pile of empty TNT bags tucked against the north wall of building no 833: a brick-and-timber structure filled with 150 tonnes of high explosive. In the early hours of Sunday 2 April, soldiers and civilian guards made their usual rounds of darkened sheds and silent machinery, and came across an incipient fire between the TNT store and a nearby boiler house. It had been caused by sparks from a chimney fitted with an inadequate arrester. The fire was put out, and around seven o’clock the working day began. We must assume the unseen arc and fall of another spark occurred late in the morning, in bright sunshine, and this time it reached the pile of bags, impregnated with TNT dust. It was shortly after noon when the foreman of a local contractor, having spotted the first flames, put his head in at the door of the canteen and said: “You are sitting here enjoying yourselves, but if you don’t look out you will have one of your buildings alight.”

The manager George Evetts had left the factory at noon for his home in Uplees, and was sitting down to his midday meal when the news reached him. He started back at once along the lane to the main gate, and called for the fire brigade to be sent. At building 833, 30 or 40 men were engaged with buckets and chemical extinguishers. Their efforts were having little or no effect. At half past 12 a fire engine arrived, but the nearest hydrant was 700 yards away; the firemen would have to wait for an additional hose.

In the meantime the most urgent task was to remove as much explosive as possible from 833 and surrounding buildings, and to drench with buckets what could not be moved. Sparks had begun to fall on another storehouse; a soldier, Private Wiltshire, clambered on to the roof to extinguish them, flinging himself flat to avoid heat and smoke from 833. A young firefighter, Steve Epps, recalled: “The stuff inside the shed was already alight … One old chap – he could see I was a bit nervy – he said: ‘That won’t go off unless it’s detonated, old chap.’ I said: ‘Right, I feel safe enough.’” Some of the workers present later reported they had noticed now some change in the nature and appearance of the fire; Evetts, standing 40 yards away, thought he saw a puff of dense black smoke as he turned in the direction of 833. Epps was closer to the heart of things: “We’d just got the water on it, and up she went.”

The explosion at Uplees, which killed 108 people and injured many more, was not the first nor the last such disaster at a munitions factory during the war. Nor was it even a unique occurrence that year on the outskirts of Faversham, though it was certainly the most deadly. (In the autumn of 1916, four women were killed at an adjacent factory. Only men had been present on 2 April – the “canary girls” had Sundays off.) Accounts of the day’s events, and the aftermath, survive in Cooper-Key’s report to the Home Office, and in oral histories recorded decades later. In writing about the explosion and its radiance or ramification in the land and in memory, I have tried to stay close to this minute-by-minute testimony. But I have had to reckon also with the half-mythic and evanescent nature of such an event; at times the story has seemed as porous as the landscape in which it happened.

The description of explosions is really a matter of before and after, it proving so difficult to inhabit the appalling moment itself, though there are notable exceptions, such as Hemingway and Ford Madox Ford. There exists, for example, a minor literature regarding gunpowder and munitions factories, with accounts of such places appearing in Victorian magazines such as Dickens’s Household Words. During the first world war, Arthur Conan Doyle and Rebecca West were invited to report on the Ministry of Munitions factory (unnamed in their articles) at Gretna. West, who is keen to note the diligence, grace and bravery of the women workers, also remarks that such a secret place, devoted to nothing but death, “has the disordered and fantastic quality of a dream”. In the case of Kent, the most resonant treatment of the county’s centuries-long romance with the chemistry of death came later, and in fiction. In Russell Hoban’s 1980 novel Riddley Walker, with its demotic Joycean dialect, post-apocalyptic Kent is in thrall to the ghost of an awful energy once loosed upon the land: “that cleverness what made us crookit”.

In the aftermath of 2 April 1916, men plunged into drainage dykes to retrieve the dying and the dead; they threw timbers from ruined buildings across the sea of mud surrounding the crater, and pulled their comrades, or what was left of them, from the ooze. Some stood up within the circle of destruction to find they were naked and almost unharmed, but the men beside them blown to pieces. Others had died 100 yards away, victims of flying debris or the blast wave’s capriciousness.

Epps, blown into a dyke and half-buried under shattered timbers, was the only survivor of his group of seven firemen. Evetts also lived; deafened and with most of his clothes blown off, he climbed with another manager on to the roof of a burning magazine building, and soldiers passed them up buckets till the fire was out. In his report, Cooper-Key notes with absurd sobriety: “Their gallantry is much to be commended.” The number of dead was first put at 106. Most were buried in a mass grave at Faversham cemetery, the Archbishop of Canterbury presiding. A week later, another body was discovered in a ditch. An ambulance driver who had helped gather the dead returned home to the village of Doddington, lay awake all night, then rose on Monday morning and hanged himself.

The explosion had been heard on the French coast. Dinner tables shook on the outskirts of London, and plate-glass windows shattered on the seafronts of Essex. The cross was said to have fallen from the altar at St Peter’s church, Shoebury. From the seed of a small agitation of the air, here at the darkened edge of England, destruction and the news of destruction hurried over the flat land. If you walk this summer through the nature reserve surrounding the place where building 833 stood – nothing there but a shallow declivity of the ground – you will find the dykes are filled with weed, so they look almost solid. And if you crouch towards the water, clouds of pond skaters teem on the surface, which remains unmoved till you stand and cast a shadow on the ditch, causing the insects to panic, sending countless ripples through the water, speeding across the flat green plain.

English civilian ferry captain Charles Fryatt is executed at Bruges

Charles Fryatt: The man executed for ramming a U-Boat?

The name Charles Fryatt is memorialised from New Zealand to Canada. Yet he was tried, convicted and executed as a "terrorist". A century on, Captain Fryatt’s case is still debated by legal experts. But why would a merchant ship’s commander ever try ramming a U-boat?

"I don’t think he set out to be a hero," says Louise Gill. "I think he set out to look after his crew, his men and women, and trying to avoid capture."

Gill is the great-granddaughter of Fryatt who, in March 1915, attempted to ram a prowling German U-boat with his 1902-built passenger ferry, the Great Eastern Railway-owned SS Brussels.

Ordered to stop by submarine U-33 near the Maas lightvessel off the Dutch coast, Fryatt – born in Southampton and raised in Harwich – saw the German U-boat surface.

It was his third such encounter with a U-boat that month.

Believing it was being readied to torpedo his ship, Fryatt ordered full steam ahead and tried to ram the U-boat head on, forcing it to crash-dive. The SS Brussels managed to escape and Fryatt was awarded a gold watch by the Admiralty.

But 15 months later his ship was cornered by five German destroyers shortly after setting sail from the Hook of Holland. Fryatt, his crew and passengers were taken to an internment camp near Berlin.

Fryatt was then taken away to Bruges to stand trial on charges of being franc-tireur – a civilian engaged in hostile military activity.

His gold watch from the Admiralty was used as evidence against him and he was accused of sinking the German submarine – despite U-33 still being in active service.

The hearing, sentence and execution by firing squad all took place on the same day, 27 July.

Fryatt had earlier told his captors he had done his duty to protect his crew but, according to press reports at the time, was not allowed to speak at his trial.

His death was to have propaganda value for both sides, says Mark Baker, a Fryatt memorabilia collector who is organising an exhibition commemorating the centenary of his execution.

For the Germans, the execution of Fryatt was a case of justice served.

For the British, says Baker, Fryatt’s execution was both an outrage and a useful springboard for recruitment and swaying international opinion against Germany.

"In 1916," he says, "people were starting to become a bit war weary and recruitment had become conscription.

"His death came at the right time for the government which used the case of Fryatt to show how ghastly the ‘Hun’ were."

The name "Fryatt" was also written on shells fired at the Germans.

The Fryatt case was also seized upon by Irish nationalists who accused the British government of hypocrisy.

If the British government was outraged at the execution of a civilian committing an act of war, the nationalists argued, how could they condone such executions in Ireland?

Mr Baker, whose exhibition takes place at the Masonic Hall in Harwich (where Fryatt himself was once a member), said: "I find the story itself fascinating,

"Though sometimes the way it is told on websites is as if he was the only person who had ever rammed a U-boat.

"U-boat ramming was actually common practice following an instruction from the Admiralty that crews should attempt to ram U-boats.

"The objective, however, wasn’t to actually hit the U-boats," says Baker, "because merchant ships were usually fairly fragile.

"The actual objective was to make the submarines dive."

"It is still very, very controversial," said Baker. "It’s a case that has exercised legal minds ever since.

"Merchant mariners’ rights to defend themselves in open water is still very much a grey area."

World War One: Hereford theatre fire killed eight at fundraiser

During World War One there were thousands of appeals and fundraising events to support soldiers serving at the front. One such event at a theatre in Hereford ended in "a ghastly tragedy" when eight children died after their cotton wool costumes caught fire. It led to accusations a smoker had caused their deaths.

Like many English cities Hereford has close ties to its local regiment and the soldiers serving in it.

By 1916, the vast army of Kitchener volunteers were in France preparing for the Battle of The Somme, and most families knew someone serving at the front.

The two concerts at the Garrick Theatre in Hereford, in April 1916, were advertised in the Hereford Times as "a grand variety entertainment – for the benefit of the Herefords and Shropshires".

More than 40 children were involved in the amateur show. But, just as the first performance was coming to an end, fire broke out.

As the newspaper reported, "in the space of three minutes what had been a highly successful performance was transformed into a ghastly tragedy".

Thirteen children had just left the stage after performing what the reporter described as "an exceedingly pretty dance and snow scene", complete with paper snow.

Their white costumes, which so caught the reporter’s eye, were made of highly-flammable cotton wool.

"By some means yet unexplained, the cotton wool garments of one of them had become ignited and in an instant a dozen children were literally in flames," the paper reported.

"The little mites’ clothes blazed up in pillars of fire, defying control before they had been terribly burnt.

"Bright happy little youngsters, only a few minutes before in snow white costumes, were now charred and blacked, some beyond recognition."

In the auditorium, "the large audience rose en masse" and there was "an immediate rush for exits with anguished cries", their correspondent reported.

Parents who were backstage, including "Mrs Lilly Roden… in the garb of Britannia", tried to beat out the flames "with the utmost heroism".

A man from the audience jumped the orchestra pit to help and "without fear, fought the flames with his hands", the reporter observed.

Six of the 13 children died that night from their burns – another two later died in hospital.

An inquest was held against the backdrop of rumours in the city the fire had been caused by a smoker.

Faith Mailes, who organised the concert and was mother to one of those who died, had no doubt a smoker was to blame.

She told the inquest jury Ivy Illman, sister of one of the victims, told her "she had seen a man smoking who threw his match down".

"I should like to find the one who dropped the match," Mrs Mailes testified.

Theatre staff and other people backstage strenuously denied this.

Reginald Maddox, theatre manager, told the jury there were notices in the dressing rooms and on stage banning smoking.

Staff working backstage and an agent who was there on the night all denied smoking.

Mr Maddox also told the inquest he had no idea the children would be wearing cotton wool costumes – its use was banned in theatres because of the fire risk. Mrs Mailes confirmed she had not told Mr Maddox cotton wool was used, "not thinking it was necessary".

The inquest ruled the deaths of the children were accidental and there was no evidence of what started the fire.

The city came to a halt when the funeral service for five of the victims were held at Hereford Cathedral.

People lined Broad Street ten deep in places as one by one the funeral corteges, each with an escort of soldiers to act as pall bearers, passed.

The letters page of the paper was filled with calls for a lasting memorial to the children who died.

In September, a meeting at the town hall decided to raise "£500 with which to endow a cot in the Children’s Ward of Herefordshire General Hospital as a suitable memorial of the sad incident".

The appeal beat its target, raising just over £540 and the cot and a memorial plaque were unveiled at the general hospital in April 1917.

That hospital building and the Garrick are long gone, but the terrible fire that claimed the lives of eight girls is commemorated by a plaque on the wall of the car park that stands where the theatre once did.

daylight saving time introduced

The Daylight Saving Act of 1917 was enacted by the Dominion of Newfoundland to adopt daylight saving time (DST), thus making it one of the first jurisdictions in North America to do so, only a year after the United Kingdom on May 21, 1916. DST was not instituted in the United States until March 31, 1918.

While living in Paris in 1784, Benjamin Franklin wrote a satirical essay, in which he suggested that Parisians get up earlier in the morning. Modern DST was first proposed by the New Zealand entomologist George Vernon Hudson in 1895. William Willett, a London building contractor, independently invented DST and pitched it to the British Parliament in 1907. In that same year Willett spoke with John Anderson, who was on a business trip in Britain, and explained to him the benefits of adopting DST and its economic benefits. Germany and its allies were the first European countries to adopt DST in 1916, followed quickly by the United Kingdom and many other western European countries, all in an effort to save fuel during the First World War.

Upon his return to Newfoundland, Anderson became a strong proponent of daylight saving time and three times introduced a bill to the Legislative Council for its adoption. The first two attempts, in 1909 and 1910, failed. In 1917, spurred on perhaps by the recent adoptions of DST in Europe, Anderson introduced a third bill which passed on June 17, 1917. The new law stated that at nine o’clock in the evening of the second Sunday in June clocks would be put ahead to ten o’clock and would not be turned back until the last Sunday in September. It is not clear exactly when clocks were put ahead in 1917, as the bill became law one week after DST was scheduled to take effect. In St. John’s DST was first applied on April 8, 1917, by virtue of a local ordinance. DST in Newfoundland came to be known as "Anderson’s Time", at least in the years immediately following its adoption.

Daylight-saving time remained a provincial jurisdiction in Newfoundland since 1949. In 1952, the timing was changed such that it began just after midnight of the last Sunday in April and ended at midnight of the last Sunday in September. In 1970, it was extended to the midnight of the last Sunday in October.

1916 UK news events

The British Admiralty invites bids for aircraft catapults for the first time, asking for electric, hydraulic, and compressed air catapults. It does not pursue electric or hydraulic types, but two compressed-air types are produced.

Spring – British officials order one million rounds of .303-caliber (7.7-mm) explosive and incendiary ammunition for use by aircraft against German airships. The ammunition will be issued to Royal Flying Corps home air defense squadrons during the summer.

On a single evening, 10 of the 16 Royal Flying Corps aircraft which take off to defend England against German air attack crash, killing three pilots. By May, RFC night flying skills will have improved to the point that 10 aircraft that take off on a single evening all land safely.

1 January – the Royal Army Medical Corps carries out the first successful blood transfusion using blood that has been stored and cooled.

9 January – World War I: Battle of Gallipoli: last British troops evacuated from Gallipoli, as the Ottoman Empire prevails over a joint British and French operation to capture Istanbul.

27 January – conscription introduced by the Military Service Act; applies to unmarried men aged 18–41 from 2 March and to married men in the same age bracket from April/May; it does not extend to Ireland.

1 February – night-long German Zeppelin raid on the West Midlands of England, claiming at least 35 lives; Tipton suffers the heaviest losses, with 14 fatalities.

1 March – transfer of the National Library of Wales at Aberystwyth into its purpose-built premises is completed.

4 March – third war budget raises income tax to five shillings in the pound.

10 March – Sir Hubert Parry writes the choral setting of William Blake’s poem "And did those feet in ancient time", which becomes known as "Jerusalem" (first performed 28 March at the Queen’s Hall, London).

22 March – marriage of J. R. R. Tolkien and Edith Bratt at St. Mary Immaculate Roman Catholic Church, Warwick. They will serve as the inspiration for the fictional characters Beren and Lúthien.

25 March – Military Medal instituted as a military decoration for personnel of the British Army and other services below commissioned rank, for bravery in battle on land.

1/2–5/6 April – nightly German Navy airship raids on England.

2 April – munitions factory explosion at Uplees near Faversham, Kent, kills 108 men.

7 April – Garrick Theatre fire, Hereford: 8 young girls appearing in an amateur benefit evening performance for soldiers are killed when their costumes catch fire.

9 April – The Libau sets sail from Germany with a cargo of 20,000 rifles to assist Irish republicans; Captain Karl Spindler changes the name of the vessel to the Aud to avoid British detection . 24–30 April – Easter Rising in Ireland: Members of the Irish Republican Brotherhood proclaim an Irish Republic and the Irish Volunteers and Irish Citizen Army occupy the General Post Office and other buildings in Dublin before surrendering to the British Army.

24 April–19 May – Voyage of the James Caird, an open boat journey from Elephant Island in the South Shetland Islands to South Georgia in the southern Atlantic Ocean (800 nautical miles (1,500 km; 920 mi)) undertaken by Sir Ernest Shackleton and five companions to obtain rescue for the main body of the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition (left under command of Frank Wild) following the loss of its ship Endurance.

25 April – German battlecruisers and Zeppelins bombard Lowestoft and Great Yarmouth.

27 April – Gas attack at Hulluch in France: 47th Brigade, 16th (Irish) Division, decimated in one of the most heavily concentrated gas attacks of the war.

29 April – Siege of Kut ends with the surrender of British forces to the Ottoman Empire at Kut-al-Amara on the Tigris in Basra Vilayet during the Mesopotamian campaign.

2 May – eight German Zeppelins raid the east coast of England.

16 May – the UK and France conclude the secret Sykes–Picot Agreement, which is to divide Arab areas of the Ottoman Empire, following the conclusion of the war, into French and British spheres of influence.

21 May – daylight saving time introduced.

31 May–1 June – Battle of Jutland between the Royal Navy’s Grand Fleet and the German High Seas Fleet in the North Sea, World War I’s only large-scale clash of battleships. The result is tactically inconclusive but British dominance of the North Sea is maintained. Prince Albert is present as an officer.

5 June – HMS Hampshire sinks having hit a mine off Orkney with Lord Kitchener aboard. 737 lives, including Kitchener, were lost.

12 June – Whit Monday bank holiday abandoned.

First day on the Somme opens

1 July–18 November – Battle of the Somme: More than one million soldiers die; with 57,470 British Empire casualties on the first day, 19,240 of them killed, the British Army’s bloodiest day; the Accrington Pals battalion is effectively wiped out in the first few minutes. The immediate result is tactically inconclusive.

25 July – North of Scotland Special Military Area declared, restricting access by non-residents to everywhere north of the Great Glen. Other areas so designated this year are the Isle of Sheppey (7 September), Newhaven (22 September), Harwich (27 September), Dover (6 October) and Spurn.

27 July – English civilian ferry captain Charles Fryatt is executed at Bruges after a German court-martial condemns him for attempting to ram a U-boat in 1915.

3 August – the musical comedy Chu Chin Chow, written, produced, directed and starring Oscar Asche, with music by Frederic Norton, premières at His Majesty’s Theatre in London. It will run for five years and a total of 2,238 performances (more than twice as many as any previous musical), a record that will stand for nearly forty years.

7 August – August bank holiday abandoned.

10 August – the official documentary propaganda film The Battle of the Somme is premièred in London. In the first six weeks of general release (from 20 August) 20 million people view it.

21–24 August – Low Moor Explosion: A series of explosions at a munitions factory in Bradford kills 40 people and injures over 100.

2 September – William Leefe-Robinson becomes the first pilot to shoot down a German airship over Britain.

15–22 September – Battle of Flers–Courcelette in France: British advance. The battle is significant for the first use of the tank in warfare. The Prime Minister’s son, Raymond Asquith, is killed in action.

24 September – following a bombing raid on east London, German Zeppelin LZ76 carrying military number L 33 makes a forced landing at Little Wigborough in Essex; its crew are the only armed enemy personnel to set foot in England during the War.

6 October – a British Army Order removes the requirement for soldiers to wear moustaches.

27 October – life-boat William and Emma from Salcombe Lifeboat Station capsizes on service off the south Devon coast with the loss of all 13 crew.

21 November – hospital ship HMHS Britannic, designed as the third Olympic-class ocean liner for White Star Line, sinks in the Kea Channel of the Aegean Sea after hitting a mine. 30 lives are lost and, at 48,158 gross register tons, she is the largest ship lost during the War.

28 November – first bombing of central London by a fixed-wing aircraft when a German LVG C.II biplane drops 6 bombs near Victoria station.

5 December – Asquith resigns; on 6 December Lloyd George is invited to succeed him as Prime Minister, which he does on 7 December.

11 December – Lloyd George establishes a War Cabinet; Lord Derby succeeds him as War Minister; Ministry of Labour formed.

22 December – the Sopwith Camel biplane fighter aircraft makes its maiden flight at Brooklands.

31 December – Douglas Haig promoted to Field marshal.

The Kent village of Hampton-on-Sea is abandoned due to coastal erosion. Hampton-on-Sea was a drowned and abandoned village in what is now the Hampton area of Herne Bay, Kent. It grew from a tiny fishing hamlet in 1864 at the hands of an oyster fishery company, was developed from 1879 by land agents, abandoned in 1916 and finally drowned due to coastal erosion by 1921.

Mary Hare School is founded as Dene Hollow School for the Deaf, originally in Burgess Hill.

Gustav Holst completes composition of his orchestral suite The Planets, Opus 32.

White-tailed sea eagle last breeds in the UK, on Skye (prior to reintroduction).

The 1915–16 season was the first season of special wartime football in England during the First World War.

Britain proclaims Gilbert & Ellice Islands as a colony in Pacific.

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[keywestlou]

WHITE MEN BEHEAD TOO

Saudi Arabia and most Middle East countries behead. Historically, many other countries have beheaded.

It was 1637. The place Groton, Connecticut. The Pequot Indians and settlers were not getting along. Seemed the whites were on a mission to exterminate the Pequots. Several battles occurred before the Groton one. The settlers the winners each time.

Seven hundred Pequots had gathered in Groton for a green corn dance. Dutch and English mercenaries led the settler attack. All 700 Pequots were killed. By shooting, stabbing, butchering and burning.

In the victory celebration following the battle, the Dutch and English severed heads from dead Pequot bodies. Then partied by kicking the heads through Groton streets like soccer balls.

Bocci last night. My poor team still not with it. I may have to return.

The team lost the first game 16-15. Won the second 16-15. I left. Do not know the results of the third game.

The sadness of the whole thing is that the other team is in next to last place. Don’s should have killed them!

Chickens and humans have lived in peace with each other for years in Key West. Each group ignores the other.

Recently, the Key West Fire Department was called. A tragedy in the making. Two baby chicks had fallen through a storm grate. Death inevitable if not saved.

The event not a fire. Regardless of the situation not being their responsibility, the firemen went to work and rescued the two chicks. Reflects the heart and love found in Key West.

Big evening tonight at the Custom House. The Flagler Railway Exhibit opens. KWAHS and Dr. Cori Convertino’s baby. I plan on attending.

Tom told me at bocce last night that his wife Nicky’s drawing of Henry Flagler was part of the exhibit. Congratulations, Nicky!

I live and learn. Memorial Day around the corner. American flags will be flying all over Key West. Tradition dictates the American flag is to be flown at half mast till noon.

I doubt any will be. Who knew/knows?

Trump at the G7 meeting. The NATO meeting. His speech an insult to the U.S.’s European friends. The man is tasteless!

On top of which he exhibited he cares only for himself. A narcissistic bully.

Leaders of other nations were walking down a corridor. Trump apparently was at the rear. He shoved his way forward. Pushed the President of some small country out of the way so he could be up front and in the middle. Then he buttoned his jacket and looked ahead. solemn appearing. His jaw jutting out.

Reminded me of Mussolini.

Florida’s Governor Scott recently signed a bill into law removing feminine hygiene products from the sales tax. Tampons and menstrual pads. He referred to what he did as “common sense legislation.” The items being “necessary products.”

I ask why it took so long to recognize the fact.

Wear your seat belt from now till June 4th for sure. It’s click it time! Police will be looking to ticket drivers not wearing their seat belts. Includes others in the car required by law to wear a seat belt.

The ticket somewhere in the area of $160.

I got caught several years ago. I was wrong. Never the less, the size of the fine irritated me no end. Outrageous!

Enjoy your day!

    WHITE MEN BEHEAD TOO was originally published on Key West Lou

[johnmanciniwrites]

The Finer Points of Parallel Style

Advanced Uses of the Form

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The use of parallels, serialized detail presented in list form, can create feats of time compression similar to the filmic musical montage. In the following example from Robert Caro’s biography of Robert Moses, we’re given a character sketch of the mayor of New York, Fiorello LaGuardia. Consider the importance lists have in the nonfiction writer’s research, in outlining essential information. In this case, a list of LaGuardia’s (The Little Flower’s) accomplishments are shown rather than told. All with the use of parallel structure.

From The Power Broker: Robert Moses and the Fall of New York:

The Little Flower was mastering New York City as no mayor since Peter Stuyvesant had mastered it. Roaming his domain in person like Haroun-al-Raschid, he suddenly appeared on lines in front of municipal lodging houses, checking on the treatment of the luckless, or in police precinct houses, employing the mayoralty’s hitherto-unused magisterial powers to mete out swift punishment to arrested gamblers, or at the Bronx Terminal Market before daylight one freezing December morning, assembling an audience of shivering market concessionaires by having two police buglers blow a fanfare and then, clambering up on the tailboard of a truck, announcing an assault on racketeers in the artichoke business by reading a formal proclamation banning the inoffensive vegetable from the premises. Doffing his big Stetson for a big fire chief’s helmet, he dashed to fires to make “personal inspections” from which he emerged covered with soot, and he groped through smoke and flames to the side of two firemen pinned under a collapsed wall and knelt by them whispering encouragement until they were freed. He raced to train wrecks in the sidecar of a police motorcycle, battered down doors at the head of police raiding parties, snatched the baton from an orchestra conductor to lead a bravura performance of “The Stars and Stripes Forever” and conducted the Sanitation Department band at a special performance at Carnegie Hall (after instructing a stage manager, “Just treat me like Toscanini”). He gave a city hungering for leadership the impression that there was no part of his domain that he did not dominate.

The mayor’s powers are manifold, and how LaGuardia demonstrated that power is presented in a series of parallel images: assembling, clamboring, announcing. The verb phrases pop out. The eyes can follow them as the singsong rhythm created by parallels carries us through a very long sentence. 

The rhythmic style can also enhance the meaning, affect how we view a character. Take for instance that certain sinister silkiness of “Old Azureus.”

From Bend Sinister by Vladimir Nabokov:

Old Azureus’s manner of welcoming people was a silent rhapsody. Ecstatically beaming, slowly, tenderly, he would take your hand between his soft palms, hold it thus as if it were a long sought treasure or a sparrow all fluff and heart, in moist silence, peering at you the while with his beaming wrinkles rather than with his eyes, and then, very slowly, the silvery smile would start to dissolve, the tender old hands would gradually release their hold, a blank expression replace the fervent light of his pale fragile face, and he would leave you as if he had made a mistake, as if after all you were not the loved one – the loved on whom, the next moment, he would espy in another corner, and again the smile would dawn, again the hands would enfold the sparrow, again it would all dissolve.

Parallels are useful in delivering a masterful argument, by driving home a point with repetition, such as in this excerpt from Ned Beattie’s speech (written by Paddy Chayefsky) in the 1976 movie, Network:

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it, is that clear?! You think you have merely stopped a business deal -- that is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back.It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity, it is ecological balance!  You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations! There are no peoples! There are no Russians. There are no Arabs! There are no third worlds! There is no West! There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-variate, multi-national dominion of dollars! petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars!, Reichmarks, rubles, rin, pounds and shekels! It is the international system of currency that determines the totality of life on this planet! That is the natural order of things today! That is the atomic, subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and you will atone! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? 

The listing of detail in parallel form lends authority, and increases verisimilitude. Parallels can show the steps in a process, like a series of close-ups that draw out an action in slow motion. In the following example, a string of right-branching parallels which detail the action that follows the sentence: “Then Reacher’s blow landed.”,  the details accumulate and build tension. 

From Worth Dying For by Lee Child:

Two hundred and fifty pounds of moving mass, a huge fist, a huge impact, the zipper of the guy’s coat driving backward into his breastbone, his breastbone driving backward into his chest cavity, the natural elasticity of his rib cage letting it yield whole inches, the resulting violent compression driving the air from his lungs, the hydrostatic shock driving blood back into his heart, his head snapping forward like a crash test dummy, his shoulders driving backward, his weight coming up off the ground, his head whipping backward again and hitting a plate glass window behind him with a dull boom like a kettle drum, his arms and legs and torso all going down like a rag doll, his body falling, sprawling, the hard polycarbonate click and clatter of something black skittering away on the ground, Reacher tracking it all the way in the corner of his eye, not a wallet, not a phone, not a knife, but a Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol, all dark and boxy and wicked.

Back to Robert Caro for the final example: check out his description of New York, a city in which everything has its price. Note the repetition of the phrase “New York was a city in which…” followed by one specific example after another, many of which interrupted by dashes and parentheses in order to wedge in more detail, more information. All accomplished with the masterful use of parallel structure. It’s a lot to take in, but it is worth it.

New York was a city in which the police, every day, sold the law in the streets—sometimes it almost seemed as if being on the force was synonymous with being on the take—and in which sacred justice was sold in the very temples of justice (which was not too surprising, of course, since many of justice’s black-robed priests, who presided in those temples, had purchased the right to do so), in which the only law that really counted was the law of the jungle. New York was a city in which public office was, increasingly, a means to private profit. New York was a city in which it sometimes seemed as if there was scarcely an officeholder who didn’t demand a slice of the pie—and in which the pie was big enough so that it sometimes seemed as if a slice was available for every officeholder no matter what his party, the Democrats shrewdly making enough key Republicans a part of the arrangements by which the city was governed—putting them on the public payroll, giving them a share of judgeships and a cut of lucrative city contracts, taking them in as business partners—so that the GOP wouldn’t try too hard to disrupt those arrangements, and so that when a private citizen, or the Citizen’s Union, or a newspaper, demanded an investigation of official corruption, no one with the power to conduct a real one was interested in doing so. New York was the city of the Fix, of “protection,” of the shakedown. The twelve years of La Guardia had been only an interlude. New York was again what it had been before the Little Flower bounced into city hall: a city in which everything had its price. 

[16bit-trash]

My home is burning and I’m in tears.

A some of you may know I’m from Oregon. ( i’m not low key in my pride) and right now the entire west is on fire! including the columbia gorge the heart of the PNW and I’m just so upset! There’s so much going wrong with the world right now and everywhere I look its just a nightmare but seeing my home and the places I grew up like the Gorge and Sunriver on fire and burning away is too much to handle right now. If you would like to help here are some links 

https://gorgefriends.org/donate - Search and rescue for hikers and firemen lost in the gorge during the fire 

https://www.trailkeepersoforegon.org/membership/ - more for after the fire Help make trails safe again and replanting forests lost. 

and pray in whatever way you want/Can for the rain to return it hasn’t rained here in 2 mouths so please hope for rain and the winds to stop. 

thanks for listening 

[newstfionline]

What If America Hadn’t Done the Dumbest Things Imaginable After 9/11?

By Danny Sjursen, TomDispatch, November 29, 2017

“Of all manifestations of power, restraint impresses men most.”--Thucydides

You’ve heard the platitude that hindsight is 20/20. It’s true enough and, though I’ve been a regular skeptic about what policymakers used to call the Global War on Terror, it’s always easier to poke holes in the past than to say what you would have done. My conservative father was the first to ask me what exactly I would have suggested on September 12, 2001, and he’s pressed me to write this article for years. The supposed rub is this: under the pressure of that attack and the burden of presidential responsibility, even “liberals”--like me, I guess--would have made much the same decisions as George W. Bush and company.

Many readers may cringe at the thought, but former National Security Adviser and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice has to be taken seriously when she suggests that anyone in the White House on 9/11 would inevitably have seen the world through the lens of the Bush administration. I’ve long argued that just about every Bush-era policy that followed 9/11 was an unqualified disaster. Nevertheless, it remains important to ponder the weight piled upon a president in the wake of unprecedented terror attacks. What would you have done? What follows is my best crack at that thorny question, 16 years after the fact, and with the accumulated experiences of combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Taking It Personally. 9/11 was an intimate affront to me. It hit home hard. I watched those towers in my hometown burn on televisions I could glimpse from my plebe (freshman) boxing class at West Point. My father worked across Church Street from Manhattan’s World Trade Center. Only hours later did I learn that he’d safely escaped on the last ferryboat to Staten Island. Two uncles--both New York City firemen--hopelessly dug for comrades in the rubble for weeks. Stephen, the elder of the two, identified the body of his best friend, Captain Marty Egan, just days after the attacks.

In blue-collar Staten Island neighborhoods like mine, everyone seemed to work for the city: cops, firemen, corrections officers, garbage men, transit workers. I knew several of each. My mother spent months attending wakes and funerals. Suddenly, tons of streets on the Island were being renamed for dead police and firefighters, some of whom I knew personally. Me, I continued to plod along through the typically trying life of a new cadet at West Point.

It’s embarrassing now to look back at my own immaturity. I listened in as senior cadets broke the news of war to girlfriends and fiancées, enviously hanging on every word. If only I, too, could live out the war drama I’d always longed for. Less than two years later, I found myself drunk with another uncle--and firefighter--in a New York pub on St. Patrick’s Day. This was back when an Army T-shirt or a fireman’s uniform meant a night of free drinks in that post-9/11 city. I watched the television screen covetously as President Bush delivered a final, 48-hour ultimatum to Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein. I inhaled, wished for a long war, and gazed at the young, attractive lead singer of the band performing in that pub. She was wearing a patron’s tied-up New York Fire Department uniform blouse with a matching cap cocked to the side. It was meant to be sexy and oh-so-paramilitary. It might seem unbelievable now, but that was still my--and largely our--world on March 17, 2003.

By the time I got my “chance” to join America’s war on terror, in October 2006, Baghdad was collapsing into chaos as civil war raged and U.S. deaths were topping 100 per month. This second lieutenant still hoped for glory, even as the war’s purpose was already slipping ever further away. I never found it (glory, that is). Not in Iraq or, years later, in Afghanistan. Sixteen years and two months on from 9/11, I’m a changed man, inhabiting a forever altered reality. Two wars, two marriages, and so many experiences later, the tragedy and the mistakes seem so obvious. Perhaps we should have known all along. But most didn’t.

How to Lose A War (Hint: Fight It!) From the beginning, the rhetoric, at least, was over the top. Three days after those towers tumbled, President George W. Bush framed the incredible scope of what he’d instantly taken to calling a “war.” As he told the crowd at a Washington national prayer service, “Our responsibility to history is already clear: to answer these attacks and rid the world of evil.” From the first, it seemed evident to the president: America’s target wasn’t anything as modest as the al-Qaeda terrorist network, but rather evil itself. Looking back, this was undoubtedly the original sin. Call something--in this case, the response to the acts of a small jihadist group--a “war” and sooner or later everyone begins acting like warriors.

Within 24 hours of the attacks, the potential target list was already expanding beyond Osama bin Laden and his modest set of followers. On September 12th, President Bush commanded his national counterterror coordinator, Richard Clarke, to “see if Saddam did this... look into Iraq, Saddam.” That night, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld told the president and the entire cabinet, “You know, we’ve got to do Iraq... There just aren’t enough targets in Afghanistan... We need to bomb something else to prove that we’re, you know, big and strong...”

Nonetheless, Afghanistan--and its Taliban rulers--became the first military target. Bombs were dropped and commandos infiltrated. CIA spooks distributed briefcases of cash to allied warlords and eventually city after city fell. Sure, Osama bin Laden escaped and many of the Taliban’s foot soldiers simply faded away, but it was still one hell of a lightning campaign. Expected to be brief, it was given the bold name Operation Enduring Freedom and, to listen to the rhetoric of the day, it revolutionized warfare. Only it didn’t, of course. Instead, the focus was soon lost, other priorities (Iraq!) sucked the resources away, venal warlords reigned, an insurgency developed, and... and 16 years later, American troop levels are once again increasing there.

Over the days, the months, and then the years that followed, the boundaries of the Global War on Terror both hardened and expanded. In his January 2002 State of the Union address, President Bush ominously included Iraq, along with Iran and North Korea (though he left out “liberated” Afghanistan), in what he called “an axis of evil.” Who cared, by then, that none of those countries had had anything to do with the 9/11 attacks? In a flash the president conflated all three in the public mind, ultimately constructing a self-fulfilling prophecy. Saddam would be toppled and Iraq occupied 15 months later and, had it not been for the ensuing chaos, Iran and North Korea might have been next. Unsurprisingly, both countries intensified their bellicosity and grew all the more interested in nuclear weapons programs.

So much followed the 9/11 attacks that it’s no small thing to sum up: the Patriot Act, warrantless domestic wiretapping, Guantánamo, Abu Ghraib, a Taliban resurgence, an Iraqi civil war, drones as global assassins, the Arab Spring, the overthrow of Libyan autocrat Muammar Gaddafi and the collapse of his country, the Syrian bloodbath, the worst refugee crisis since World War II, and that’s just to begin a list.

In short, U.S. policies have left the Middle East in chaos: perhaps a million dead, Iran empowered, and radical Islamists resurgent. Meanwhile, this country has become a garrison state, forever at war, its military budget doubled, its populace seemingly indifferent, and its warrior caste shattered--physically and mentally. Sixteen years have passed and Washington is no closer to its goal (whatever that was). Retired general David Petraeus, our nation’s prodigal “hero,” has now ominously labeled the Afghan War (and by implication the rest of the war on terror) a “generational struggle.”

Few, to be honest, even remember the purpose of it all. Keep in mind that Army recruits today were perhaps two years old on 9/11.

Lost Opportunities. It didn’t have to be this way. Nothing about it was predetermined. Much of the necessary information--certainly the warning signs of what was going to happen that September 11th--were already there. If, that is, one cared to look. History is contingent, human beings have agency, and events result from innumerable individual decisions. The CIA, the FBI, and even the Bush administration knew (or should have known, anyway) that an attack of some sort was coming.

As the 9/11 commission report painfully detailed, none of those agencies collaborated in a meaningful way when it came to preventing that day’s attacks. Still, there were warnings ignored and voices in the dark. When Richard Clarke, counterterror czar and a Clinton administration holdover, requested through official channels to deliver an emergency briefing for Bush’s key foreign policy officials, it took four months just to arrange an audience with their deputies. Four more months elapsed before President Bush received a briefing titled, “Bin Laden determined to strike the U.S.” Unimpressed, Bush quickly responded to the briefer: “All right... you’ve covered your ass now.”

Barely more than a month later, the World Trade Center and the Pentagon were burning.

Whatever else it did, 9/11 presented the United States with an opportunity, a Robert Frost-like fork in a divergent path. And we Americans promptly took the road most traveled: militarism, war, vengeance--the easy wrong path. A broad war, waged against a noun, “terror,” a “global” conflict that, from its first moments, looked suspiciously binary: Western versus Islamic (despite Bush’s pleas to the contrary). In the process, al-Qaeda’s (and then ISIS’s) narratives were bolstered.

There was--there always is--another path. Imagine if President Bush and his foreign policy team had paused, taken a breath, and demonstrated some humility and restraint before plunging the country into what would indeed become a war or set of wars. There were certainly questions begging to be asked and answered that never received a proper hearing. Why did al-Qaeda attack us? Was there any merit in their grievances? How did bin Laden want us to respond and how could we have avoided just such a path? Finally, which were the best tools and tactics to respond with? Let’s consider these questions and imagine an alternative response.

Why They (Really) Hated Us. Americans and their government were inclined to accept the most simplistic explanation for the terror attacks of 9/11. As George W. Bush would assure us all, Osama bin Laden and al-Qaeda just “hate us for our freedoms.” The end.

Something about the guilelessness of that explanation, which was the commonplace one of that moment, never quite seemed right. Human motivations and actions are almost always more complex, more multifaceted, less simpleminded than that. While Bush boiled it all down to “Islamic” fundamentalism, even a cursory look at bin Laden’s written declaration of “war”--or as he called it, jihad--demonstrates that his actual focus was far more secular and less explicitly religious than was suggested at the time. Couched between Koranic verses, bin Laden listed three all-too-worldly grievances with America:

* The U.S. military had occupied bases in the vicinity of Saudi Arabia’s holy sites of Mecca and Medina. (Well... that had indeed been the case, at least since 1990, if not earlier.)

* U.S.-imposed sanctions on Iraq had caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Iraqi children. (This was, in fact, a reality that even Secretary of State Madeleine Albright awkwardly acknowledged.)

* America’s leaders had long favored Israeli interests to the detriment of Palestinian wellbeing or national aspirations. (A bit simplistic, but true enough. One could, in fact, stock several bookshelves with respected works substantiating bin Laden’s claim on this point.)

None of this faintly justified the mass murder of civilians in New York and Washington. Nonetheless, at that moment, an honest analysis of an adversary’s motives would have been prudent. It might have warned us of the political landscape that bin Laden was beckoning us--in his own bloody, apocalyptic fashion--to enter. In addition, as journalist Stephen Glain astutely observed, “By obscuring the real motives behind the attacks, Bush relieved the U.S. government of any responsibility for them.” This was a fatal error. While the overwhelming majority of Arabs and Muslims worldwide did not approve of bin Laden’s methods or his theology, much of his critique of Washington’s Middle Eastern policies was widely shared in the region.

Avoiding the Al-Qaeda Script. Al-Qaeda’s leadership knew this perfectly well and they dangled it (and their suicidal acts) as a kind of bait, yearning for the sort of conventional U.S. military response that they knew would further inflame the Greater Middle East. Even in 1996, when journalist Abdul Bari Atwan interviewed bin Laden, the Saudi militant had expressed the desire to “bring the Americans into a fight on Muslim soil.” Only then, bin Laden surmised, could al-Qaeda buttress its argument, win converts from the apathetic Muslim masses, and--hopefully--bankrupt the United States in the bargain.

Suppose, for a moment, that President Bush had taken the high road, a path of restraint focused on twin tracks. First, he might have addressed broadly-shared Arab grievances, pledging a more balanced approach to the question of Israel and Palestine in his still-fresh administration, tailoring Iraq’s sanctions to target Saddam and his cronies rather than innocent citizens, and vowing to review the necessity of military bases so close to Mecca and Medina (or even the necessity of so many of the American bases that littered the region). He could have followed that with lethal, precise, targeted action by America’s intelligence, law enforcement, and Special Operations forces to hunt down and kill or capture the men actually responsible for 9/11, al-Qaeda’s leadership.

This manhunt needed to be ferocious yet measured in order to avoid the very quagmires that, 16 years later, we all know so well. Allies and adversaries would have had to be consulted and cautioned. Remember that, although al-Qaeda was disciplined and effective, on September 12, 2001, it remained diminutive in size and utterly marginal in its regional support. Dismantling its networks and bringing the true criminals of that day to justice never required remaking distant societies or occupying fragile nation-states with conventional military forces.

And keep in mind that such thinking about the situation isn’t purely retrospective. Take the Nation magazine’s Jonathan Schell. That October, after the invasion of Afghanistan had begun, appearing on the Charlie Rose show he called for “police work” and “commando raids,” but not war. He then prophetically observed:

“I think the question doesn’t revolve so much around the justification for war but about its wisdom, and I know that’s the question for me. I know that, from my point of view, terrorism is chiefly a political issue and secondarily a police issue and then, only in a very minor way, can it be addressed by military means and I think that, on the contrary, the war we’re fighting now will tend to worsen our problems. The question I ask myself is, at the end of the day, do you have more terrorists or do you have fewer and I think... today, right now, it looks like there are going to be more.”

Of course, at the time, just about no one in this country was listening to such voices.

A prudent president might also have learned from his father. Just as George H.W. Bush had meticulously constructed a broad international coalition, including all-important Arab states, to dislodge Saddam Hussein’s military from Kuwait in the Persian Gulf War, George W. Bush could have harnessed widespread international sympathy after the 9/11 attacks to blaze a judicious path. A new, broad, U.N.-backed coalition, which ought to have included several Muslim-majority nations, could have shared intelligence, rooted out jihadis (who represented a serious threat to most secular Arab regimes), and ultimately discredited al-Qaeda, dismantling its networks and bringing bin Laden himself to justice.

The Right Tools. Global sympathy--Russian President Vladimir Putin was the first world leader to call George Bush after the attacks--is as rare as it is fleeting. So that moment represented a singular and singularly squandered opportunity. The United States could have led a massive international effort, emphasizing law enforcement, not warfare, and including increased humanitarian aid, U.N.-sponsored peacekeeping operations, and a commitment to live America’s purported values by scrupulously avoiding crimes like torture and civilian casualties. Of course, it wouldn’t have been perfect--complex operations seldom are--but sober strategy demanded a rigorous effort.

One more imperative for the new campaign against al-Qaeda would have been garnering broad support and a legal sanction from Congress and the American people. Two weeks after 9/11, President Bush vapidly suggested instead that this country’s citizens should respond by getting in airplanes again and “enjoy[ing] America’s great destination spots. Get down to Disney World in Florida.” Instead, he might have steeled the population for a tough fight and inspired a new era of public service. Think: John F. Kennedy. Think: “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.” Bush might have requested from Congress a narrow, targeted authorization for the use of military force rather than the rushed, expansive, open-ended sanction he actually demanded and received and that is still being used two administrations later to justify any acts against any group or country across the Greater Middle East and Africa.

He could have followed this with the presentation of a new National Service Act, rallying the young and incentivizing military or Peace Corps enlistment, infrastructure improvement, inner-city teaching, and various other kinds of public service. Imagine a new “Greatest Generation,” pulling together in a time of crisis. This, in retrospect, was a real opportunity. What a pity that it never came to pass.

It’s hard to know, of course, how such an alternate path might have played out, but honestly it would have been difficult to do worse. The U.S. remains stuck, spinning its wheels in regional conflicts and feeling no safer. The number of worldwide terrorist incidents has exploded since 2001. New Islamist groups were formed in response to U.S. actions and counteractions and they continue to spread without an end in sight.

I don’t know if there will be a next time, a chance to do it right. But should new threats emerge, more devastating attacks be endured, there simply has to be a better way, though the odds that President Donald Trump and his generals will find it are, honestly, next to nil.

Complex ideological threats sometimes demand counterintuitive responses. In such moments, hard as it may be to imagine, rational calculations should rise above the kneejerk emotional responses. True leaders step up and weather criticism in times of crisis. So next time, Americans would do well to set aside comforting illusions and take the world as it is, not as we imagine or wish it to be. The future may depend on it.

Major Danny Sjursen is a U.S. Army strategist and former history instructor at West Point. He served tours with reconnaissance units in Iraq and Afghanistan. He has written a memoir and critical analysis of the Iraq War, Ghost Riders of Baghdad: Soldiers, Civilians, and the Myth of the Surge.

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Aesop Jackson Square is a minimal interior located in San Francisco, California, designed by Tacklebox Architecture. Located on Jackson Street, in San Francisco’s historic waterfront district the design pays homage to the tenacious spirit of the San Franciscans who first settled the Bay Area.

In line with Aesop’s customary architectural approach – to work with what is already in place, weaving a discreet presence into the fabric of the locale – fault lines and natural rifts within the area’s geological timeframe were key influences, expressed through a prominent raked wall of plastered texture and form. Bracing, stitching, and splicing the surface of the wall terrain, forty-one solid copper shelves bridge the in-between, bearing intended reference to the copper stills used to produce the whiskey in A.P Hotaling’s warehouse, once the West Coast’s largest whiskey repository.

This space is situated in one of a handful of structures that survived the 1906 earthquake and fire, owing to the quick-thinking firemen and hundreds of citizens determined to protect the stores of Hotaling’s Whiskey, an endeavor that fortuitously preserved the architecture of neighboring blocks.

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Court news - crime suspects appear in court, charges filed in crash with runaway, plea in drug distribution case

The Kansas City man accused of shooting one person in the groin, the bullet from which also hit a passenger in a vehicle they were in during an argument Saturday evening at 17th and Ring Road made his first appearance in court this morning. Deante Jones is facing possible aggravated battery charges from the incident... two handguns were found in the vehicle he was passenger in when the Highway Patrol did a traffic stop. His bond remains at 20 thousand dollars... a bid to cut it denied... and a status hearing set Friday.

Two Sunday crimes in South Hutchinson put one man behind bars... Victor Tatro is accused of setting a fire Sunday in his room at the Trails West Motel, where investigtors found walls covered in petroleum substances... also found was a cell phone and identification. While firemen were dealing with that South Hutch police were called to a report of an occupied residence being entered and car keys taken... the suspect was confronted by an occupant who had a knife, and police arrested him after arrival. Tatro's bond was set at 22 thousand 500 dollars... plus he has a parole hole... and he will return to court Friday.

The man accused of beating up his girlfriend twice Sunday... once impeding her breathing and done in the presence of a young child... made his initial appearance Tuesday Braden White is also accused of at one point threatening the victim with a hammer during an incident that began over a curtain rod White allegedly struck the victim with. A neighbor saw one of the incidents, and after he was arrested officers were told where some drugs could be found... and officers executing a search warrant found suspected marijuana and related items. White's bond remains at 48 thousand dollars and he will return to court Friday

A woman who brought attention to herself Monday by smacking a suspected meth pipe on the counter at the coffee bar of the 17th and Lorraine Kwik Shop appeared in court on drug charges Tuesday. Ginny Griffith went into the bathroom of the store where she remained for some time... Police who had been called to the store patiently waited on her to finish her business, at which point she was arrested. Once cuffed and confined, a body search of her was done pursuant to search warrant and an eyedrop bottle with a liquid in it was found. Griffith's bond was set at 27 thousand 500 dollars and she returns to court Friday.

Charges have been filed against an Arlington man in connection with a brief chase and wreck November 5th in Arlington where a runaway female teen from Wicihta sustained minor injuries. Travis McWilliam is charged with aggravated child endangerment, aggravated battery, contributing to a child's misconduct, reckless driving and driving while suspended. McWilliam, who is free on bond, will have a waiver-status hearing December 11th.

A man arrested in August 2017 after what amounted to an illegal mini-drug market was found in a residence on East Bigger near Lincoln Elementary School entered guilty pleas in Reno County District Court Monday. Michael Moore pled to possession of meth, oxycodone, marijuana, and four other prescription pills with intent to distribute within 1000 feet of a school and while in possession of a weapon along with charges of possessing meth and paraphernalia and domestic battery from an August 2018 arrest under a plea agreement where the two cases were combined into one and the severity level of the meth charge was reduced one level. Moore, who remains free on bond, wil be sentenced January 10th.

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[MF] Gone Songs - Bonus track

Florencia Jasso worked the Port of Texas City for the Maceos collecting vig

A nice guy at heart, he got the job because he was so goddamned big

And spoke Spanish and English and knew how to grumble romper la pierna

So the vatos on the docks would say usted lo conseguirá ayer-na!

___

April 16, 1947 he was sitting at the market with his teenage daughter

Warning her about dark-eyed boys and to stay away from the water

The Grandcamp started smoking and bells rang up and down the pier

The daughter caught up in the excitement tugged her daddy’s hand and pulled him near

___

To the dock that was swarming with police and firemen

All the uniforms around made Florencia think again

About being there with his baby girl upon whom he devoted

And he turned her away just before two thousand pounds of ammonium nitrate exploded

___

Florencia lost a leg, his face melted like wax and one eye would never see again

He lost all his hair, most his skin, his voice; but none of that caused him pain

Like seeing his daughter in a tent full of the dead and suffering

His lovely baby girl Denise laying there with her arm missing

___

The Maceos were a lot of things but ungrateful was not one

Plus a monster on the payroll might be a lot of fun

They moved Florencia to Galveston as soon as he could travel

And set him up with a wooden leg shaped like a judge’s gavel

___

They called him “His Honor” and he became the message they would send

When they needed to strike fear or if there were a life that they wanted to end

Florencia didn’t mind, it was a job he could do without uttering a peep

After all; monster is as monster does, and he knew just how life was cheap

___

And the Maceos took good care of his lovely baby girl

They gave her the best doctors and a necklace made of pearls

She wore when she sang before the adoring audience of the Balinese Room

Even though the sleeve of her gown was empty as Jesus’ tomb

___

In 1951 Sinatra couldn't get arrested in New York City

People saw him with Ava on his arm and for Nancy felt pity

He blew out his vocal chords singing drunk at the 'Cabana

And the only place he could find work was west of Louisiana

___

You can't fake it on stage for the wiseguys at Three Deuces

But doing "My Way" like a barking seal was good enough for Texas

A friend of a friend of a friend put Frank next to Sam Maceo

And he got a steady gig singing at the Balinese's Saturday night show

___

Frank was made strong by the ocean air from the Gulf Coast

Soon he was bringing down the roof by swinging "Yellow Rose"

The one thing he missed was having Ava Gardner on his arm

But she hated Texas weather and said the people had no charm

___

Ava refused to even visit; "Get well soon, or else" she told him

Though she was the love of his life, Frank bristled at the ultimatum

His well-trained eyes started roving and he was soon made aware

How the humidity did wonders for a woman's skin and long black hair

___

Like that which flowed down the curvy back of Denise Jasso who he'd seen

Around the island where she was treated like royalty; a child queen

That she was beautiful and graceful Frank could not deny

But none of the local men hit on her and he wondered why

___

Prejudice against the handicapped or just felt sorry for the poor thing?

Whatever the case, nobody seemed to want a go at the bird with one wing

Frank knew the difference between one man's trash and another's treasure

He watched her performances and afterwards made it his pleasure

___

To have a drink with her on the pier or take a walk on the sand

Careful to choose the right side so he could hold her hand

And fill her ears with smooth talk of her loveliness and talented voice

How she could become his protégé, if she made the right choice

___

Storm clouds raged over the ocean the day they consummated their union

And the wind blew hot as Ava Gardner’s plane touched down in Houston

Maybe it was a coincidence or maybe it was loose lips

But she wanted to see her lover-man so she made the surprise trip

___

She charmed the key from the clerk and silently opened the lock

Stood in the doorway as lightning flashed and thunder shocked

The two people in bed who jumped up in a panic

Lightning lit the room again and Frank knew he had had it

___

Denise had seen hell the day Texas City exploded

But that hadn't prepared her for when Ava unloaded

The look of hatred and scorn that burned in her green eyes

Frank started talking, but the words just buzzed like flies

___

Around the room as Ava took one step, then two

And raised her hand towards Denise who

Used the only arm she had to protect herself from the abuse

Which cause her slip to fall away as the strap came loose

___

That's when Ava saw the deformity and her expression changed

She lowered her hand and her face became strange

The she did something worse than tearing Denise in half

Ava Gardner tilted her head back and laughed and laughed

___

A couple hours later Sinatra was at the Turf Athletic Club

Sam and Rose were upset and Frank worried they might rub

Out his life over this ridiculous and silly affair

He leaned forward to plead his case when he became aware

___

Of a presence behind him; a footstep then a scrape

Sinatra turned to see who it was and his mouth did gape

At the sight of the monster that had entered the room

The creature rushed him and Frank knew he was doomed

___

"His Honor, no!" Rosario the enforcer did shout

He grabbed a hold of the monster and they wrestled about

In the commotion Frank tumbled when his chair was upturned

His head hit the floor and he was startled to learn

___

That this beast had no leg, only a hammer of wood

And it was coming at his face and that was not good

For a moment Frank feared that it was a safe bet

His head would be used for a game of croquet

___

A gunshot was fired and the giant slumped

Into the arms of Rose Maceo who then grumped

"You should not have done that," he said to his brother

"For this washed up has-been who thinks he's a lover"

___

Sam set the smoking pistol on the desk and let out a sigh

He squatted down next to Frank and looked him in the eye

He held his thumb and forefinger about one inch apart

"Good thing you can sing cause you ain't goddamned smart"

___

Frank and Ava left Texas and never looked back

Then Sinatra made Eternity and established the fact

That ol' Blue Eyes was a man destined to be great

Not just a shallow grave in the Lone Star State

___

But Summer nights in New York can be hot as hell

And lying in bed, Sinatra remembered well

Horrible nightmares that made his cool unravel

A face made of wax and the bang of a gavel

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SOUL OF PARIS BURNS

A busy 24 hours. Locally and internationally.

Paris first. Notre Dame Cathedral burned yesterday. A big fire. Roof and spire collapsed.

Paris in tears.

Paris firemen performed excellently. The fire was officially declared extinguished  in 8 hours.

The crown of thorns that Christ wore as he was beaten and crucified was saved. A priest ran into the burning Cathedral to save the ancient religious relic.

The Cathedral is 12th century Gothic in design. The building itself described as a masterpiece.

It will be rebuilt. The stone walls still stand. Already 2 donors have pledged a total of $3.5 million towards the reconstruction.

The Cathedral has survived several major abuses over the centuries. The rampages of the Huguenots in the 16th century, the depredations of radicals during the French Revolution in the 18th century when the cathedral was utilized as the home of the Cult of Reason and a warehouse, and incidental damages suffered in 2 World Wars in the 20th century.

Notre Dame will return!

Respectfully, Trump consistently gets his nose into things he knows nothing about. The Paris fire an example.

First however let’s go back to the California wildfires several months ago. Trump said California was negligent because it failed to sweep the forest lands. Thereby imputing responsibility for the wildfires to California.

His solution yesterday for the Cathedral fire was to use “flying water tankers.” What he had in mind is what firefighters refer to as “water bombing.”

Several professional sources responded immediately such was not the way to go. Water dropped from the air would cause the walls and remaining structure to collapse, worsen the situation, and endanger nearby buildings.

Trump may be an expert in some fields. He is not in firefighting.

He brought to mind the 1958 Spencer Tracy movie The Last Hurrah. Tracy played Mayor Frank Skeffington seeking reelection following several terms in office. The opposition hated him. Tracy was shanty Irish, the opposition Wasps.

The Wasps were blocking funds that the Mayor needed for a housing project in a poor neighborhood.

The son of one of the Wasps was visibly a horse’s ass. An obvious embarrassment to his father. The Mayor called him into his office unbeknown to his father. The Mayor made him Fire Chief. Had some photos taken in a fire hat and holding a horn of sorts.. Sent to the father before going to the press.

The father withdrew his opposition to the housing project. The Mayor withdrew the son’s nomination as Fire Chief. No one knew the better.

Trump may be a wasp. I do not know for sure. Whatever, in the field of fire fighting he is as good as the son who never became Fire Chief.

Anna was back to work  yesterday. She had some personal matters to resolve and was gone 6 weeks. Not easy for an old bachelor to clean house, do the wash, and iron. I am thrilled she has returned!

The outside of the house is getting a clean-up. The owners have had the entire house painted. Looks brand new!

Dueling Bartenders to start the evening yesterday. Teri White in a guest appearance. She and Rick Dery rocked the place!

Donna came in after work. Liz was there with Mary.

Bruce Moore came in especially to hear and see Terri. Bruce visiting for 2 weeks.

Bruce a singer and dancer himself. Appeared several times on Broadway. The guy does not age. He looked the same as when I last saw him 10 years ago.

Took a walk to La Trattoria where I had dinner alone. Dink came over as I was finishing. We talked quite a while.

Dink is a Conch. Born here. His father was Hemingway’s driver.

Hemingway’s last wife returned to Key West a year or two after her husband’s death. A room full of boxes had been discovered in Sloppy Joe’s back room. Hemingway materials. She went to examine the contents.

She took some. The major portion she left. She gave those boxes/items to Dink’s father. Turns out some of the materials have value. An unpublished book, a series of short stories, miscellaneous writings, and other materials.

Dink’s father and mother have passed on. The treasure trove Dink’s. We talked at length about it last night.

A Viking burial! Soon to be one in Key West. To “bury” a prominent Key Wester’s ashes.

Frank Holden well loved by many. To know him was to love him.

He had captained/mastered large vessels since the late 1960’s. Came to Key West and settled here in the early 1970’s. Died here February 25 at the age of 66. His death sudden and unexpected. He dropped. That was it.

Frank one of the Chart Room Bunch. Vino’s and The Porch, also.

At the time of his demise, he was the Admiral of the Conch Republic Navy.

His burial at sea tuesday April 23 at 1. A boat of relatives and friends will accompany his remains out to sea. Boats of others who knew Frank will join the flotilla.

Frank is to receive a Conch Republic Naval Burial at Sea. Airplanes and all. The event has been described to me as a Viking burial.

I suspect the harbor will be full of boats attending the ceremony. Following which there will be a celebration of Frank’s life at Schooner’s upstairs loft.

I was chatting with Donna at Dueling Bartenders. Told her many of my friends are in wheel chairs, or using canes and walkers.

Told her I hoped my time was still a far way off for such assistance.

Donna responded, “No one is promised tomorrow.”

Profound. True.

Which brings me to the prophet Isaiah: “Woe unto those who legislate evil and rob the poor of their rights and make women and children their prey.”

Remind you of anyone? The man who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

The Boston Marathon yesterday. Run in the worst weather in years.

The male winner was Worknesh Degefa. Won by 2 seconds. Numbers 2 and 3 were right behind him. A last second spurt did it.

The female, Luorce Cherno. Far and away number 1. She took the lead after 5 miles and never saw the pack behind her again.

The Russian Revolution an interesting event. At least for me. Russian history has always appealed to me. Mixed in with their writings, music, etc.

On this day in 1917, Lenin returned from exile to lead the Russian Revolution. He had been in exile for 10 years. His thoughts and actions impacted the world. Still do.

The Russian revolutionaries had split into 2 groups. The White Bolsheviks and the Red Bolsheviks. The Whites had the power at first. The first President of free Russia and a White Bolshevik  was Alexander Kerensky.

When Lenin and the Reds came to power, Kerensky fearing for his life fled Russia. First to London, then New York City.

I attended Manhattan College in New York City. In my senior year ((1956-1957), 2 Russian history courses were offered for the first time. Covered the Russian Revolution. I was thrilled. Took them both.

The professor was Alexander Kerensky. The man who had been the first President of a free Russia and also a leader of the White Bolsheviks.

Thrilling? You have no idea. To listen to a man who had experienced what he was teaching us. He had been there for everything. Wow!

Tonight another Wow! My podcast Tuesday Talk with Key West Lou. Nine my time. A quick half hour of Louis ranting and raving about whatever moves me at the moment.

Join me. Guaranteed you will enjoy. www.blogtalkradio.com/key-west-lou.

Enjoy your day!

SOUL OF PARIS BURNS was originally published on Key West Lou

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Paradise in South Pacific copyright Austin Cate

Paradise in the South Pacific

My ideal beach would be on a relatively secluded island somewhere in the South Pacific. Not secluded enough that there wouldn’t be electricity, at least in some areas, but enough so that it wasn’t swamped by tourists. I would prefer if there was an airport on the island, but if it was necessary to take a boat to a larger island to go to the airport then I wouldn’t mind. That said, I would prefer a smaller island than a larger one. Perhaps about the same size as Key West, if not a little smaller. The island would be inhabited by any variety of people, from locals to others who move there for the beauty of the island. It would probably be a tight knit community with hopefully little to no crime with a population of less than 10,000. The island would be a U.S. territory with a governor and some bureaucratic offices but hopefully not too many. This would make it easier to travel to and from and allow me to retain my American citizenship. A beach on this type of island would be ideal simply due to these various factors.

When it comes to the beach itself, there are various parts of the beach that must be taken into consideration. As to the physical landscape, I would expect practically crystal clear blue water and soft white sand that is very fine. The kind of sand that doesn’t get stuck to things easily and make a mess. The beach itself would probably lead out into the open ocean on most sides of the island, but maybe some areas could have sandbars which make it nice to relax at and safe for children. There could be a few rock formations out in the water, which would make the views even more amazing. Somewhat similar to El Matador in Malibu, California except perhaps a bit deeper in the ocean as well.

The surrounding area would be steep cliffs in some areas of the island, but nothing too rugged. The beach should be easily accessible no matter where on the island someone lives, and maybe near one side of the island where it’s flat enough there could be a nice plaza with most of the shops that people would need. The beach itself would have various shops nearby, but not too many directly on the beach perhaps in order to preserve the natural beauty of the oceanfront.

As for vegetation, it would be nice if there were palm trees for shade and people to put hammocks up on near the beach. Farther inland there could be more variation, as well as beautiful flowers such as frangipani and hibiscus, but the beach shouldn’t have too much shrubbery, except for what’s needed to prevent excessive erosion. The water shouldn’t have any plants in it either, at least not in most places; however, if one side of the island has a coral reef on it, then it would be fine there. My ideal beach would be pristine and not full of seaweed or sea grass and whatever else the tide brings in.

In terms of atmosphere at the beach and what kinds of people would be there, aside from what was touched on earlier, the beach would be mostly a place to relax and have fun. However, an island like this would likely retain the value of fishing. To allow for this, various parts of the island that are good fishing spots would be dedicated to that. This would ensure the safety and enjoyment of those who want to go to the beach but also satisfy fishermen hopefully. A good spot would probably be near the southern edge of the island if it’s less inhabited.

The required services for my ideal beach are simple but varied. There would definitely need to be a small police force, composed of a sheriff and perhaps 10 or so other policemen. They would enforce the laws and make sure the beaches remained pristine by having signs posted about not littering and that sort of thing, as well as keeping the environment safe at the beach and elsewhere. At most there would need to be one courthouse and one fireman station; these wouldn’t deal directly with the beach, but the firemen especially would need to be around since there will likely be various restaurants near the beach and those sorts of things. Lastly, a medium-sized hospital should exist on the island in the case of emergencies like shark attacks or boating accidents. More serious patients could always be airlifted to another island if necessary and having a large hospital would just be too cost ineffective for the island, but it would be nice to have at least a small hospital at any rate. Aside from government offices, there would need to be various restaurants and bars and the like along the beach. The center of town would have various other shops necessary for the people living there, but along the beach the only other building might be a motel or something like that. Of course, sewage systems as well as water and electricity services would be needed as well. Last but not least, there would need to be lifeguards at the beaches for safety.  

The reason lifeguards are necessary for the beaches would be for the surf season. For my ideal beach, the surf season would probably be in the winter. Less of the population would be going out into the water during the winter, so the surfers would have less to worry about.  On average the climate would be a nice 72 degrees Fahrenheit, but in the winter it would probably dip down into the 60s so the water would be a little too cold for the people who live there.

As to the specifics of the kinds of people who live there, there would likely be a lot of natives or locals who have lived on the island their whole life, as well as people from all over the world who would move there for the beautiful ocean scenery. The native language would probably be some form of Polynesian, but the official language would likely be English simply due to the amount of people from other countries and the fact that it became a U.S. territory. However, the cuisine there would still be very heavily influenced by Polynesian foods. Lots of fruit and meat like pork; the sort of thing people would expect on islands. No beach is complete without proper desserts to beat the heat, like ice cream or shaved ice.  In addition to that, seafood would feature very heavily as it would support the fishermen. Barbecue, as derived from the barbacoa, would be a great addition, and there would be specialties of the fish in that area.

When it comes to animals on the island, I imagine that there are quite a lot of birds. Tropical birds with many different colors, which would feed off the island’s population of snakes and frogs which would live in the shrubs and trees which would still make up a lot of the landscape on the interior of the island. There would also be domesticated pets, which people would be allowed to walk on the beach and bring with them everywhere as long as they took care of the animals properly. In the water itself, I imagine there would likely be a healthy shark population that the lifeguards on duty would be sure to watch out for. However, most of the sharks don’t come in too close or aren’t aggressive, so there wouldn’t be accidents often. There would also be other sea life, especially on the reef. Various schools of fish, octopi and sea urchins as well as manta rays and sea turtles. Perhaps even pods of dolphins from time to time, and father out some whales might be spotted.  Most importantly, however, there won’t be a single mosquito. The insect population will be limited to butterflies, ladybugs, and perhaps a few others, but not mosquitoes.

All in all, my ideal beach would not be too busy; it would be a place to get away from the rest of the world while still enjoying everything that life has to offer. It would be very scenic and beautiful, wonderful-smelling with the flowers that grow around the island, with the sound of the ocean and macaws interspersed, and the great taste of island food and drinks. Life would be comfortable but there would be jobs for those who worked on the island, and people would get along and be happy. It wouldn’t be perfect – the summers would be hot, and there would be rainy seasons, but the it would at least be nice to forget the stress of life and just breathe.

(El Matador in Malibu, California)

(House on the cliffs)

(Hawaiian hibiscus)

(Frangipani)

(Bird species)

(Fish species)

(Barbacoa tacos)

(Locals)

(Beach view)

(Aerial view)

 (Ideal location)

(Visual concept of ideal beach)

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Events Around The Town Of Babylon This Week ~ March 12 – 16, 2018

Happy Monday My Friends!

Losing that hour of sleep is hitting hard. On the bright side, this means we are closer to spring!

This week is packed with plenty to do to keep you busy any night of the week.  There’s arts & crafts, happy hour specials, fitness classes, networking opportunities and so much more!

Again, Local Business Owners serving areas in and around the Town of Babylon: you may want to check out our newest addition – the Local Social Business Directory. We’re combining the power of Social Media, Local SEO and Lead Generation to send repeat local customers to Independent Small Businesses in the Town of Babylon area. AND because we’re pooling resources as a community we’ll be able to keep the prices ridiculously low. You can read more about how and why we are doing this here. Our heavily discounted pre-sale is on now. Do NOT miss this launch – we are about to change the way Local Advertising is done in Babylon, and eventually, across Long Island.

Talk soon,

Here are the Featured Events happening around the Town of Babylon this Week:

Monday March 10, 2018

Spring Fairy Garden Workshops for Kids

Mar 12 @ 9:00 am – 7:00 pm

Starkie Bros Garden Center, 721 Main St, Farmingdale

VITA Free Tax Preparation

Mar 12 @ 11:00 am – 2:00 pm

Wyandanch Public Library, 14 S 20th St, Wyandanch

GED Prep Classes

Mar 12 @ 11:00 am – 3:00 pm

Wyandanch Public Library, 14 S 20th St, Wyandanch

Happy Hour at Sidelines Cafe

Mar 12 @ 4:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

Meatless & Mojito Mondays at Caracara

Mar 12 @ 5:00 pm – Mar 13 @ 12:00 am

Caracara Mexican Grill, 354 Main St, Farmingdale

Cartooning Class with James Beihl

Mar 12 @ 5:30 pm – 6:30 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Anime/Manga/Cartooning Class Tweens 10-13 with James Beihl

Mar 12 @ 6:40 pm – 7:40 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Internet Safety for Families

Mar 12 @ 7:00 pm – 8:00 pm

Babylon Public Library, 24 S Carll Ave, Babylon

JL Designs Southshore Open Craft Night

Mar 12 @ 7:00 pm – 10:00 pm

The Main Event NY, 1815 Broadhollow Rd Ste 6, Farmingdale

Studio Art Class 6-9 year olds with Miss Riesa

Mar 12 @ 7:50 pm – 8:50 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

The firebyrds live with special guests the norman bates project

Mar 12 @ 9:00 pm – Mar 13 @ 1:00 am

Village Pub Lindenhurst, 174 N Wellwood Ave, Lindenhurst

Tuesday March 11, 2018

Spring Fairy Garden Workshops for Kids

Mar 13 @ 9:00 am – 7:00 pm

Starkie Bros Garden Center, 721 Main St, Farmingdale

Happy Hour at Sidelines Cafe

Mar 13 @ 4:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

Zumbini Winter Session

Mar 13 @ 5:30 pm – 6:15 pm

Create Dance Center, 5687 Merrick Rd, Massapequa

Studio Art Class 6-9 year olds with Miss Riesa

Mar 13 @ 5:30 pm – 6:30 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

BTCC Monthly Mtg.

Mar 13 @ 6:00 pm – 8:30 pm

Crazy Town at Revolution Bar and Music Hall

Mar 13 @ 6:30 pm

Revolution Bar & Music Hall, 140 Merrick Rd, Amityville

Studio Art Class High School Ages 13+ with Miss Riesa

Mar 13 @ 6:40 pm – 7:40 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Beginners and Intermediate ESL Classes

Mar 13 @ 7:00 pm – 8:30 pm

Wyandanch Public Library, 14 S 20th St, Wyandanch

D&D Jump-in and Play

Mar 13 @ 7:30 pm – 11:30 pm

Legendary Realms Games, 294 E Montauk Highway, Lindenhurst

Drawing Class for Tweens with Rick Michaels

Mar 13 @ 7:50 pm – 8:50 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Pool Tournament – 100% Payout

Mar 13 @ 8:30 pm – Mar 14 @ 12:30 am

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

Early Literacy Program

Mar 13 @ 9:00 pm – Mar 14 @ 12:00 am

Wyandanch Public Library, 14 S 20th St, Wyandanch

Paint Nite at The Turning Point!

Mar 13 @ 9:00 pm – 11:00 pm

The Turning Point Restaurant, 48 Motor Avenue, Farmingdale

The firebyrds live with special guests the norman bates project

Mar 13 @ 9:00 pm – Mar 14 @ 1:00 am

Village Pub Lindenhurst, 174 N Wellwood Ave, Lindenhurst

Ladies Aid Communion Brunch

Mar 13 @ 11:00 pm – Mar 14 @ 2:00 am

St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, 147 Park Ave, Amityville

Wednesday March 13, 2018

231 Business Networking Group

Mar 14 @ 7:00 am – 8:30 am

Olympic Diner, 1536 Deer Park Avenue, Deer Park

Spring Fairy Garden Workshops for Kids

Mar 14 @ 9:00 am – 7:00 pm

Starkie Bros Garden Center, 721 Main St, Farmingdale

The Green Round Table Networking Lunch

Mar 14 @ 1:00 pm – 3:00 pm

Bertucci’s Restaurant, Route 110, Melville

Happy Hour at Sidelines Cafe

Mar 14 @ 4:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

Bookmaking Class for 6-9 year olds with Christina Kampson!

Mar 14 @ 5:30 pm – 6:30 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Police Unity Night

Mar 14 @ 6:00 pm – 8:00 pm

Sky Zone Deer Park, 111 Rodeo Dr, Deer Park

Sketchbooking Class for Tweens with Christina Kampson!

Mar 14 @ 6:40 pm – 7:40 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

West Babylon Lions, Regular Meeting

Mar 14 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Lions Club House, 399 Little East Neck Road, West Babylon

  Sempai Sensei Bob Bday

Mar 14 @ 7:00 pm – 10:00 pm

Ketsugo Fighting Arts Center, 740 Montauk Hwy, Copiague

Lions Club Of Babylon, NY General Meeting

Mar 14 @ 7:30 pm – 9:30 pm

Lily Flanagan’s Pub, 345 Deer Park Ave, Babylon

Barre with Tiffany

Mar 14 @ 8:30 pm – 9:00 pm

Performax Physical Therapy and Wellness, P.C., 16 Van Cott Rd, Deer Park

Trivia Night with Dan Stein!

Mar 14 @ 8:45 pm – 11:00 pm

The Turning Point Restaurant, 48 Motor Avenue, Farmingdale

Martini Night at Sidelines Cafe

Mar 14 @ 9:00 pm – 11:00 pm

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

  Thursday March 15, 2018

Infinity IBO Networking Mtg.

Mar 15 @ 7:30 am – 8:30 am

South Bay Diner, 185 Sunrise Highway, Lindenhurst

Spring Fairy Garden Workshops for Kids

Mar 15 @ 9:00 am – 7:00 pm

Starkie Bros Garden Center, 721 Main St, Farmingdale

Storybook Art Class for Preschoolers ages 3,4,5 with Miss Riesa

Mar 15 @ 12:00 pm – 12:45 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Happy Hour at Sidelines Cafe

Mar 15 @ 4:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

Painting Class 6-9 year olds with Miss Riesa

Mar 15 @ 5:30 pm – 6:30 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

7th Annual HUGE Chinese Auction

Mar 15 @ 6:30 pm – 9:00 pm

Babylon Village Chamber of Commerce, Babylon

Studio Art Class Tweens 10-13 with Miss Riesa

Mar 15 @ 6:40 pm – 7:40 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Hearts for Joseph Brainstorming

Mar 15 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

KiDS NEED MoRE, 600 Albany Avenue, Amityville

Generation Wealth

Mar 15 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Theater 294, 294 Farmingdale Rd, Farmingdale

Beer + Cheese Tasting!

Mar 15 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Babylon Cheese Cellar, 51 Deer Park Ave, Babylon

Dueling Piano

Mar 15 @ 7:30 pm – 10:30 pm

That Meetball Place Farmingdale, 206 Main Street, Farmingdale

Mixed Media Class 6-9 year olds with Rick Michaels

Mar 15 @ 7:50 pm – 8:50 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Legally Blonde: The Musical

Mar 15 @ 8:00 pm – 10:00 pm

Farmingdale State College, 2350 Broadhollow Rd, Farmingdale

Firemen’s Night (for ALL emergency volunteers)

Mar 15 @ 9:00 pm – Mar 16 @ 12:59 am

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

Friday March 16, 2018

Happy Hour at Sidelines Cafe

Mar 16 @ 4:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Sidelines Cafe, 43 W Hoffman Ave., Lindenhurst

Storybook Art Class for Preschoolers ages 3,4,5 with Miss Riesa

Mar 16 @ 5:00 pm – 5:45 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

St. Patrick’s Day 2018 Family Paint Event!

Mar 16 @ 5:30 pm – 7:00 pm

Key to My Art, 10 W Oak St, Amityville

Happy Hour Monday-Friday 11am-7pm

Mar 16 @ 6:00 pm – 9:00 pm

That Meetball Place Farmingdale, 206 Main Street, Farmingdale

March Clinic

Mar 16 @ 6:00 pm – 7:00 pm

Hitter’s Club, 127 E Carmans Rd Ste C, Farmingdale

A Double Dose of Ninjas

Mar 16 @ 6:00 pm – Mar 17 @ 1:30 am

That Meetball Place Farmingdale, 206 Main Street, Farmingdale

Radiant Light Sister Circle with Jackie Morrison

Mar 16 @ 6:30 pm – 9:00 pm

Long Island Center for Yoga, 107 E Main St, Babylon

Yoga Wheel Flow!

Mar 16 @ 7:00 pm – 8:15 pm

Afterglow Yoga, 11 Broadway Fl 2, Amityville

Cake & Cocktails

Mar 16 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Bake Me A Cake Boutique, 184 E Montauk Hwy, Lindenhurst

The Nutty Irishman

Mar 16 @ 8:00 pm – 10:00 pm

Nutty Irishman, Farmingdale, 323 Main St, Farmingdale

Glow

Mar 16 @ 8:00 pm – Mar 17 @ 12:00 am

Sky Zone Deer Park, 111 Rodeo Dr, Deer Park

Legally Blonde: The Musical

Mar 16 @ 8:00 pm – 10:00 pm

Farmingdale State College, 2350 Broadhollow Rd, Farmingdale

Around the World in Seven Plays

Mar 16 @ 8:30 pm – 10:15 pm

Theater 294, 294 Farmingdale Rd, Farmingdale

Wine Lover Fridays at Palmer’s

Mar 16 @ 9:00 pm – Mar 17 @ 12:59 am

Palmer’s American Grille, 123 Fulton St, Farmingdale

Terrence McNally’s Mothers & Sons

Mar 16 @ 9:00 pm – 11:00 pm

South Shore Theatre Experience, 115 S. Wellwood Ave., Lindenhurst

E3 returns to the Sea Breeze

Mar 16 @ 9:00 pm – Mar 17 @ 12:00 am

The Sea Breeze, 470 Fire Island Ave, Babylon

Goldilocks top 40

Mar 16 @ 10:30 pm – Mar 17 @ 1:30 am

That Meetball Place Farmingdale, 206 Main Street, Farmingdale

Don’t see your event? You can submit it yourself on the Add a Local Event page. To see all the events on our Local Events Calendar, click here.

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