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May 9: Reelect Barbara Favola 2015 Campaign Kick Off!!

You are cordially invited to attend Senator Favola's 2015 Campaign Kick Off!

With special guest Lieutenant Governor Ralph Northam

Featuring a Straw Poll on the Arlington County Board Seats*

At home of Barbara Favola and Doug Weik

2319 18th St., N.

Arlington, VA

Saturday, May 9th, 2015

12:00 - 2:00 p.m.

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Patrons $1,000; Sponsors $500; Friends $250

*Suggested donation $100; $50 per ticket for straw poll

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March 21: 6th Annual Move Me Festival

6th Annual Move Me Festival

Saturday, March 21, 2015
1:00 p.m. – 5:00 p.m.

Kenmore Middle School
200 S. Carlin Springs Rd.
Arlington, VA 22204

Get Active. Get Creative. Get Involved.
A day of wellness, fitness, and fun for all ages!

The Festival theme this year is “The Evolution of the Arts”
CLICK HERE for the 2015 Move Me Festival schedule.
*Please note that this schedule is subject to change*

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Anticipating nearly 1,000 attendees, Move Me is a FREE family-friendly celebration of the arts and culture, promoting healthy lifestyles through movement and the arts; and featuring performances and artistic activities by local arts partners.

Our 2015 Arts Partners have been announced!

BMD is proud to partner with a variety of arts organizations from the Metro DC area to provide an afternoon of exciting performances and activities. Participating arts partners offer performances, demonstrations, and activities for children and adults alike.

The festival culminates with a performance by Arlington’s own Bowen McCauley Dance and special performances by BMD’s Kenmore Junior Company and the participants in BMD’s Dance for PD program.

This year, the Festival features an “Evolution of the Arts” theme, introducing participants to the histories of the various arts forms and genres presented throughout the afternoon. Attendees will experience live performances and interactive activities in dance, music, theater, and arts and crafts that were perfect for the whole family!

March 10: GFCA Town Hall Meeting Featuring Senator Favola and Delegate Murphy

The Great Falls Citizens Association (GFCA) will hold its monthly community Town Hall Meeting for residents of Great Falls on March 10.  This month's meeting will feature special guests State Senator Barbara Favola and Delegate Kathleen Murphy, discussing their initiatives and activities at the Virginia General Assembly and answering questions.  Both GFCA members and non-members are welcome to attend.

Meeting details:

Tuesday, March 107:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m.

Great Falls Grange

9818 Georgetown Pike

Great Falls


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Board index Barbecue Board General Discussion Turtle Eggs

Turtle Eggs

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Post Wed Feb 06, 2013 10:04 pm
Dyal_SC well done
well done

Posts: 3712
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Here are some turtle eggs that I whipped up recently with a 50/50 mixture of ground venison and jimmy dean sage sausage...also seasoned the meat mixture with some Reduced Sodium Dales Seasoning and a BBQ Rub.....they were stuffed with whipped cream cheese, colby jack and jalapenos. Then smoked until a 160 deg f internal temp. Good stuff.

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CG Duo with SFB

Post Thu Feb 07, 2013 8:36 am
chrish well done
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thats interesting
My photobucket Q-view album, 167 pic's ... 83/Q-view/

Post Thu Feb 07, 2013 10:09 am
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Location: Stoughton, WI
Excellent appetizers! I'll bet the cheese did a good job of mellowing the jalapenos.

Post Thu Feb 07, 2013 11:06 am
2beast medium-well

Posts: 253
Location: Illinois
I think I will have to try those........................ 8)

Post Thu Feb 07, 2013 1:45 pm
Griffin well done
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Can't go wrong with turtle egg! Nicely done. Appears like more of them remained "sealed" and didn't leak as much as when we first started doing these.

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Posted By Jim On 10/13/2008 @ 11:54 am In Cars | 14 Comments

After college, my wife took a job in New Jersey and spent a year living is Piscataway, a little town in Middlesex County that is thirty-five miles away from New York City. That put it about two and a half hours away from me, a quaint 180 miles through about every single highway bottleneck and toll between Washington D.C. and New York City. I once estimated that the round trip cost of each drive, after fuel and tolls, was easily like $60-70 and we each made this trip nearly every weekend (either me driving up to NJ or her driving down here). So, when put to the decision of whether I’d ever drive home, home being out about mid-way on Long Island, I always chose to fly Southwest from BWI to Islip (MacArthur Airport) and that ticket could be found for only $80 (not anymore though!)

Having that as a baseline, isn’t it amazing that Chinatown buses [3] sell tickets for practically nothing to essentially make that trip? DC/Baltimore to NYC for often less than twenty bucks each way? Some places offer them for less than ten if you take low demand rides (or even $1 if you’re the first ticket!). I’d always known about them but when Megabus started offering free Wi-Fi (reports are that it’s a little slow and depends on how many people are using the bandwidth with you), it really started to catch people’s attention.

The three most popular ones, based on my empirical evidence driving around I-95 and the NJ Turnpike, are:

I’m glad that their gaining in popularity because mass transportation is something that needs to be more established in this country. The first thought should always be to try rail or bus, rather than jumping into a car. I always try to find a rail or bus option because I like the flexibility of being able to do something else, rather than just drive.

Has anyone ever taken one and care to share their experiences? I’ve never tried them but they are really tempting given the price (and the trip time isn’t that much longer than driving yourself). My only concern about them is what happens if they break down?

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Don’t Buy Stuff You Cannot Afford

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Reader Dave sent in this great SNL skit from several years ago:

At first you laugh, then you realize that for years Americans, politicians included, have been buying stuff they can’t afford. Look up some credit card debt statistics and you’ll be shocked.

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  1. Ben says:

    pretty funny!

  2. I originally saw this while my wife and I were going through Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University. It’s really a gem! And so true.

  3. JessieX says:

    Just saw this video myself a couple weeks back. Excerpts are included in the documentary, I.O.U.S.A., which is an interesting bit of information itself.

  4. Patrick says:

    That is a funny video. I actually remember seeing that on SNL a while back. Just as you point on Jim, it really hits on the point that Americans including politicians buy stuff they can’t afford. I love the part at the end where he says can he put it on his credit card.

  5. Nan says:

    Send it to Paulson he needs to understand a few basics.
    Loved Steve Martin’s gooberish facial expressions.
    Thanks for the laugh.

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The Oracle says there’s a Housing Bubble!

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If it looks like a duck, sounds like a duck, and CNNMoney quotes Warren Buffett warning of a housing bubble, there’s probably a housing bubble. Have you ever heard of the Business Week cover curse? It basically says that by the time mainstream media catches onto an idea, it’s already too late to capitalize. I take that theory one step further and apply it here. By the time mainstream media is warning you about something you don’t already know, you’re already too late to save yourself.

This doesn’t bode well for me because I’m currently looking for a house, so using my own wisdom, buying into a housing bubble would be a terrible idea right? Wrong. What would be a terrible idea is if I overpaid for a house just so I could own one and get in on the real estate craze. A house differs from a stock in that it has a value other than what the market dictates. I can’t eat a share of stock but I can live inside a house regardless of how much it is worth to someone else.

Who I am fearful for are my friends and colleages who are overpaying just so they can own something. They don’t evaluate a home solely on its merits (location, # bedrooms, square feet, age, etc.) but include their potential earnings for when they sell. It’s comparable to the tulip bulb craze, the Florida real estate bubble, the tech boom, and countless other periods of irrational exuberance. (by the way, a great book to read about stock market bubbles is Wall Street: A History by Charles Geisst)

Don’t fall in that trap. When you are looking at a home, buy it because you want to live there. Don’t buy it because you think you’ll be able to sell it for more later. It’s more than a house, it’s a home. And by the way, if the Oracle of Omaha says something – it’s usually a good idea to listen. :)

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  1. Dawn says:

    I want to buy a house in a couple of years, I’ll wait for the bust and then an extra year and I should get what I want for a decent price.

  2. jim says:

    I don’t think there will be a bust (maybe in ridiculous markets you’ll see a fall), but there will definitely have to be a slowdown (plateau) where you can probably find a bargain based on circumstances. (i.e. someone relocates their job and has no choice but to move in the slow market)

    The difference between a home and stocks is you can still live in a home.

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Destroy All Books

By Dan Bergstein

“ANew Jersey man who burned pages from the Quran outside a planned mosque nearground zero on Saturday has been fired from his job at NJ Transit.”

       –Associated Press, September 15, 2010

Burning books is a step in the right direction, but we’re not doing nearlyenough to combat the evil words and punctuation that are eating away atsociety. It’s time we stand up and demand that more books be punished. And wecannot stop until the job is done and we live in a bookless civilization. Wemust all do our part. Every book deserves to be burned or maimed somehow. Forinstance:

“The Tale of Peter Rabbit” goes against the very principles of thisgreat nation. The book should be destroyed by either fire or perhaps wizardlightning of some sort. If we don’t stand up against thieving rabbits (whichI’m sure represents either anarchy, terrorism, or rabbits who do not respectagriculture, or all three), then what kind of aworld will our grandchildren inherit? (It’s too latefor our children. There are rabbits all over the place.)

We should also obliterate all copies of “The Far Side Gallery 3.”  Gary Larson’s absurdist wit has no placein our world, and reading the comic willlead to Satanism or worse–Double Satanism. Butburning the book isn’t enough. We must carry the book to a volcano, an evilvolcano if we can find one, and toss the book into the liquid fire. Someoneshould stand guard for a few years to make sure the book doesn’t crawl out and come back to life and continue itsreign of terror. I’d do it, but I have a thing on Wednesday.

If you own a copy of “Charlotte’s Web,” a book that mayvery well promote the concept of evolution, hire an astronaut totie the book to a Jupiter probe. Jupiter’s atmosphere will make short work ofthe book, and we can all rest a little easier once Charlotte and her henchanimals are Jupiter’s problem.

It’s all well and good to say that “TheAdventures of Huckleberry Finn”should  be banned from schools, but it’s notnearly enough. All copies should be dipped in liquid nitrogen, and thenshattered with hammer. The fragments should then be fed to a shark, and thatshark should be fed to a much larger shark. The second shark should then beridiculed until it takes its own life.

“The Catcher in the Rye” should be fedto rats because it contains too many commas and not enough exclamation pointsor mine cart chases. The same goes for “Little Women”. And if “The Poky Little Puppy”was sat upon by a fat man and then dipped in acid, we wouldn’t need to worryabout innocent literates stumbling upon the shocking book, which I suspect isan allegory for legalized narcotics and/or prostitution. Poky Little Puppy,indeed.  More like “Poke That LittlePuppy.”

The even numbered pages of “A Tale of TwoCities” should be ripped out and mailed tomy brother Walter in Florida. He’ll then soak these vicious pages in cinnamonextract, shred the paper, and make a nice potpourri, which he will then sell totourists, but only evil tourists. The remainingodd-numbered pages of the book should be clipped out, and rearranged so thatpages are all mixed up. This will ensure that no one else can be harmed by thisliterature. Or should I say, “Litter ature”? No. I was right the first time.

Andlastly, we must rid our world of the dictionary, for it is from thisrudely-titled tome that all the hate and anti-good words are born. I’m askingthe great people of this land to take their family dictionaries and grind themup with a mortar and pestle (two words that no one will understand once theheinous dictionaries are dealt with). With the books ground down to a findpowder, add a little milk, and stir until a paste forms. Smear this paste on ahouseplant, and let the houseplant die a slow and painful death. Give the plantthe finger too.

With your help, we can rid our planet of these festering, maniacal blocks ofwords. And once they are destroyed, we can move on to annihilating magazines, ingredients labels, and street signs–anything with words.Including this, which is necessary only to get things going in the rightdirection. Thank you.

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Purgatory Ridge (Cork O'Connor Series #3) [NOOK Book]

Winner of the prestigious Loft-McKnight Fiction Award and the Anthony Award for Best First Novel, William Kent Krueger has established himself as a startlingly original voice in thriller fiction. With Purgatory Ridge he cements his standing as a suspense writer of the highest caliber.

Not far from the small town of Aurora (population 3,752) lies an ancient two-hundred-acre ...
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Winner of the prestigious Loft-McKnight Fiction Award and the Anthony Award for Best First Novel, William Kent Krueger has established himself as a startlingly original voice in thriller fiction. With Purgatory Ridge he cements his standing as a suspense writer of the highest caliber.

Not far from the small town of Aurora (population 3,752) lies an ancient two-hundred-acre expanse of great white pines, sacred to the Anishinaabe and known to them as Minishoomisag (Our Grandfathers).

Wealthy industrialist Karl Lindstrom does not have a reputation as a sensitive environmentalist, and some members of the Anishinaabe tribe are concerned about the proximity of the trees to his lumber mill. So when an explosion at the mill results in the death of a night watchman, it's obvious whom suspicion will fall upon.

Cork O'Connor, in the throes of straightening out his life and repairing his marriage, is asked by his successor as sheriff to help with the investigation. His sense of community obliges him to accept, but Cork has distinctly mixed feelings about the case. For one thing, he is part Anishinaabe himself. For another, his lawyer wife, Jo, represents the tribe.

Meanwhile, in a secluded house that overlooks the lakeside home of the Lindstrom family, a reclusive shipwreck survivor and his sidekick also seem to be harboring some resentment of their own against the industrialist. And it soon becomes clear to Cork that harmony, both at home and in the town, will be on the back burner for some time.

William Kent Krueger's precise and atmospheric prose, combined with his keen eye for the telling details of small-town life and his vivid sense of the land and seascapes of northern Minnesota, will impress and delight both his old fans and those discovering him for the first time.
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Krueger's page-turner revisits Cork O'Connor, the part-Irish, part-Anishinaabe/Ojibwe ex-sheriff of Aurora, Minn., a tiny lumber town on the edge of the Superior National Forest, whose exploits were depicted in Boundary Waters. This narrative opens with a bang, as Karl Lindstrom's lumber mill explodes in the early morning hours, killing Ojibwe elder Charlie Warren. The local Native Americans are up in arms over Lindstrom's plan to cut down Our Grandfathers, a grove of old-growth white pines sacred to tribal lore. Outside conservationists have also descended on the town, eager to save the 300-year-old trees. When a person identifying himself as the Eco-Warrior, soldier of the Army of the Earth, claims responsibility for the bombing, the Native Americans are suspected of collusion as Cork's wife, Jo, attorney for the tribe, protests their innocence. Cork had lost his job as sheriff two years before, largely because of inflammatory editorials by Helm Hanover, publisher of the local newspaper, but he cannot stay uninvolved in this case. The quest to identify the Eco-Warrior bomber ultimately focuses on a young outsider, Brent Hamilton, and his zealous mother, who was crippled in a similar bombing. But the number of suspects widens to include Hanover, rumored to be the commander of the secret militant Minnesota Civilian Brigade, and John LePere, lone survivor of the Alfred M. Teasdale, a freighter that sank on Lake Superior six years earlier, drowning his brother, whose body has never been found. Two kidnappings occur. Karl Lindstrom's wife, Grace Fitzgerald, novelist and daughter of the man who owned the freighter, is abducted, and Cork's wife and six-year-old son are also taken as the Eco-Warrior demands $2 million for their safe return. The plot comes full circle as credibly flawed central characters find resolution. Despite some histrionic plot devices, Krueger prolongs suspense to the very end. (Mar.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Near Aurora, Minnesota, a major environmental-industrial dispute exists. The Anishinaabe tribe wants the two hundred acres of great white pines that are sacred to them as "Old Grandfathers" protected from the lumber industry. Karl Lindstrom's lumber mill resides on the edge of the forest and he is not known for his conservation methods. As is the case in many local arguments, outsiders come marching in to join the Native American protesting the cutting down of the trees.However, all hell breaks loose when someone blows up the mill, killing a Native American employee. The industrial moguls blame the Anishinaabe tribe and the law agrees even though someone named the Eco-Warrior claims credit for the deed. Though he lost his job as sheriff a couple of years ago, Cork O'Connor, at the pleading of his wife Jo, the tribe attorney, begins to search for the identity of the terrorist. As he conducts the search, the Eco-Warrior adds kidnapping and ransom demands to his crime list. Purgatory Ridge is an exciting ecological thriller that keeps the suspense and action at high levels throughout the tale. When the story concentrates on the central theme of conservation vs. development, the plot is as good as it gets. In those circumstances, all the key characters seem genuine in their beliefs. When the story line spins into sidebars like the ransom kidnapping it appears as if a plot device has been used to add unnecessary tension to an already strong novel. Award winning William Kent Kreuger has written a one-sitting tale that will send sub-genre fans off to read the previous O'Connor books (see Boundary Waters and Iron Lake).
Kirkus Reviews
Third suspenser set in hardscrabble Aurora, Minnesota, featuring ex-sheriff Cork O'Connor (Iron Lake, 1998; Boundary Waters, 1999), whose lawyer wife represents the Anishinaabe tribe. The tribe holds sacred a great white pine woods they call Minishoomisag, or Our Grandfathers. Lumberman Karl Lindstrom's mill lies close by the sacred wood—too close, say the Anishinaabe. The area becomes as feverish as the red sun through smoke arising from the sawmill following a mysterious explosion that kills a night watchman. Many locals want Cork to run for sheriff again and take on the case. Trouble is, Cork is part Anishinaabe himself and with the Anishinaabe under suspicion, and with his wife as their lawyer, the wiser course isn't easily chosen. Krueger's stripped storytelling wins no prize for fine prose but does move straight down the track toward purgative vengeance and devastation.
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"Suspenseful, compelling, and highly readable." — The Dallas Morning News

"The end of this masterfully plotted novel was such a surprise I'm still trying to figure out how Krueger did it." — St. Paul Pioneer Press

"A wonderful page-turner." — The Denver Post

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  • ISBN-13: 9781439120002
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 3/16/2010
  • Series: Cork O'Connor Series, #3
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 17,652
  • File size: 2 MB

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William Kent Krueger
William Kent Krueger is the New York Times bestselling author of fourteen mysteries in the Cork O’Connor series, including Trickster’s Point and Tamarack County, as well as the novel Ordinary Grace, which won the 2014 Edgar Award for Best Novel. He lives in the Twin Cities with his family. Visit his website at WilliamKentKrueger.com.
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Chapter One

Corcoran O'Connor was pulled instantly from his sleep by the sound of a sniffle near his head. He opened his eyes and the face of his six-year-old son filled his vision.

"I'm thcared," Stevie said.

Cork propped himself on one arm. "Of what, buddy?"

"I heard thomething."

"Where? In your room?"

Stevie nodded.

"Let's go see."

Jo rolled over. "What is it?"

"Stevie heard something," Cork told his wife. "I'll take care of it. Go back to sleep."

"What time is it?"

Cork glanced at the radio alarm on the stand beside the bed. "Five o'clock."

"I can take him," she offered.

"Go back to sleep."

"Mmmm." She smiled faintly and rolled back to her dreaming.

Cork took his son by the hand, and together they walked down the hallway to where the night-light in Stevie's room cast a soft glow over everything.

"Where was the noise?"

Stevie pointed toward the window.

"Let's see."

Cork knelt and peered through the screen. Aurora, Minnesota, was defined by the barest hint of morning light. The air was quite still, not even the slightest rustle among the leaves of the elm in Cork's backyard. Far down the street, the Burnett's dog Bogart barked a few times, then fell silent. The only thing Cork found disturbing was the smell of wood smoke heavy on the breeze. The smoke came from forest fires burning all over the north country. Summer had come early that year. With it had come a dry heat and drought that wilted the undergrowth and turned fields of wild grass into something to be feared. Lake levels dropped to the lowest recorded in nearly a century. Rivers shrank to ragged threads. Creeks ceased to run. In shallow pools of trapped water, fish darted about wildly as what sustained them rapidly disappeared. The fires had begun in mid-June. Now it was nearly the end of July, and still the forests were burning. One blaze would be controlled and two others somewhere else would ignite. Day and night, the sky was full of smoke and the smell of burned wood.

"Do you still hear it?" Cork asked.

Stevie, who'd knelt beside him, shook his head.

"Probably an early bird," Cork said.

"After a worm." Stevie smiled.

"Yeah. And he must've got that worm. Think you can go back to sleep?"

"Good man. Come on."

Cork got him settled in bed, then sat in a chair near the window. Stevie watched his father a while. His eyes were dark brown, the eyes of his Anishinaabe ancestors. Slowly, they drifted closed.

Cork's son had always been a light sleeper, awakened easily by noises in the night, disturbances in the routine of the household. He was the only one of the O'Connor children who'd needed the comfort of a night-light. Cork blamed himself. In Stevie's early years, when the dark of his closet or under his bed first became vast and menacing, Cork wasn't always there to stand between his son and the monsters of his imagination. There were times, he knew, when the monster was real and was Cork. He thought often these days of the words that ended the traditional marriage ceremony of the Anishinaabeg.

You will share the same fire.

You will hang your garments together.

You will help one another.

You will walk the same trail.

You will look after one another.

Be kind to one another.

Be kind to your children

He hadn't always been careful to abide by these simple instructions. But a man could change, and watching his son crawl back into his dreaming, Cork vowed -- as he did almost every morning -- to work at being a better man.

By the time Cork finally left Stevie to his dreaming, morning sunlight fired the curtains over the window at the end of the hallway. Cork thought of returning to bed for a little while, but chose instead to head to the bathroom, where he showered, shaved, splashed on aftershave, then looked himself over carefully in the bathroom mirror.

Corcoran Liam O'Connor was forty-seven years old. Part Irish, part Ojibwe Anishinaabe, he stood five feet eleven inches tall, weighed one hundred seventy-five pounds, and had brown eyes, thinning red-brown hair, and slightly crooked teeth. He suffered from mild rosacea that he treated with prescription ointment. In wet weather, his left shoulder -- twice dislocated -- was prone to an arthritic aching. He did not consider himself a handsome man, but there were those, apparently, who found him so. All in all, what stared back at him from the bathroom mirror was the face of a man who'd struggled to be happy and believed himself to be almost there.

He returned to his bedroom, a towel about his waist. The radio alarm had gone off and WIRR out of Buhl was playing Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Cork went to the dresser, pulled open a drawer, and took out a pair of black silk boxers.

Jo stirred. She took a deep breath but kept her eyes closed. When she spoke to him, the words seemed to come reluctantly and from a distant place.

"Stevie all right?"

"He's fine."

"Another fire's started. Up in the Boundary Waters near Saganaga Lake." She yawned. "I just heard it on the news."

"Get this. The guy who started it is a lobbyist for the tobacco industry. He was shooting off fireworks. In the Boundary Waters -- can you believe it?"

"I hope they fine his ass big time," Cork said.

"He's a tobacco lawyer. He can pay from his pocket money." The room was quiet. Bogart started barking again down the block. "I can feel you watching me."

"What else?"

"I smell Old Spice."

"Anything else?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say you've put on your black silk boxers."

"What a detective you would have made." He sat on the bed, leaned down, and kissed her shoulder.

"I was dreaming before the radio came on." She rolled toward him and opened her eyes.

"We were trying to fly, you and I. A plane we had to pedal. But somehow we couldn't quite get it off the ground."

Cork reached out and brushed a white-blond strand of hair from her cheek.

She reached up and drifted her hand down his chest. "You smell good."

"Only Old Spice. You have pedestrian tastes."

"And, my, aren't you lucky."

He bent to her lips. She let him kiss her but kept her mouth closed. "I'm all stale. Give me five minutes." She slid from the bed. She wore a gray tank top and white cotton underwear, her usual sleep attire. "Don't start anything without me." She smiled coyly as she went out the door.

Cork drew back the covers, straightened the bottom sheet, fluffed the pillows, and lay down to wait. The bedroom window was open. Bogart had ceased his barking and the only sound now was the call of a mourning dove perched in the big maple in the front yard. Aurora, Minnesota, deep in the great North Woods, riding the jagged edge of the Iron Range, had not yet wakened. This was Cork's favorite time of day. Although he couldn't actually see it, he could picture the whole town perfectly. Sunlight dripping down the houses on Gooseberry Lane like butter melting down pancakes. The streets empty and clean. The surface of Iron Lake on such a still morning looking solid as polished steel.

God, he loved this place.

And he'd begun to love again, too, the woman who now stood in the doorway with a gold towel wrapped about her and tucked at her breasts. Her hair was wet. Her pale blue eyes were wide awake and interested. She locked the door behind her.

"We don't have much time," she said in a whisper. "I think I heard Stevie stirring."

"We're the experts at putting a lot into a little time."

He smiled wide, and widely he opened his arms.

An explosion kept them from beginning anything. The house shook; the windows rattled; the mourning dove fell silent, frightened to stillness or frightened away.

"My God," Cork said. "What was that?"

Jo looked at him, her eyes blue and shiny. "I think the earth moved. Without us." She glanced at the window. "Sonic boom?"

"When was the last time you heard a sonic boom around here?"

From the hallway beyond the bedroom door came the sound of voices, then a knock.

"Jo? Cork?"

"Just a minute, Rose." She blew Cork a kiss. "Rain check." She headed to the closet and grabbed a robe from the door hook.

Cork quickly exchanged his silk boxers for a pair of jogging shorts and went to the window. He stared north over the roofs of Aurora where a column of smoke rose thick and black somewhere beyond the town limits. Just above the ground, the air was calm and the smoke climbed straight up four or five hundred feet until it hit a high current that spread it east over Iron Lake. The sky was a milky blue from the haze of the distant forest fires. Against it, the smoke from the nearer burn was dark as crude oil.

At his back, Cork heard the door unlock. Rose stepped in, Stevie at her heels.

"Whatever that was, it didn't sound good." Rose tugged her beige chenille robe tight about her broad waist and stuffed her plump, freckled hands into the pockets. She was Jo's sister and for more than fifteen years had been part of the O'Connor household.

Stevie ran to his father. "Thomething blew up."

"I think something did, buddy." Cork put his arm around his son and motioned the others to the window, where they huddled and stared at the huge smoke cloud fanning out above the lake.

The siren on Aurora's only fire station began to wail, calling the volunteers to duty.

"See the direction that smoke's coming from?" He glanced at Jo. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

From the concern on her face, it was clear to him that she was. She straightened and turned from the window. "I'd better go."

"I'll come with you." Cork started toward the dresser to get his clothes.

"Cork." Jo put a hand on his arm to restrain him gently. "I have clients to protect. I need to be out there. But there's no reason for you to go. You're not the sheriff anymore." She seemed reluctant to add that last bit of a reminder, as if she were afraid that even after all this time, it still might hurt him.

He smiled gamely and said, "Then let's just chalk it up to morbid curiosity."

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  • Posted August 3, 2013

    PURGATORY RIDGE is the third installment of the Cork O'Conner my

    PURGATORY RIDGE is the third installment of the Cork O'Conner mysteries.  Though no longer the sheriff of Aurora, Minnesota, when the local lumber mill is bombed, resulting in the death of a local Native American tribesman, Cork is asked to help in the investigation.  Many possibilities for suspects eventually evolve as environmentalists and the local tribes are protesting the lumbering of a sacred stand of old growth trees called the "Old Grandfathers". Then the lumber mill-owner's wife and son, along with Cork's wife and son , are kidnapped with a ransom demand for 2 million dollars.

    Suspense builds with the addition of another suspect, the only survivor of a sunken ship from a number of years ago,  who has been mourning the death of his brother during that sinking.  He believes the mill owner's wife's family is responsible for the sinking by sabotaging the ship for the insurance money.  With the building of suspects and clues developing into a serious case, the conclusion is a complete surprise.

    Krueger's mysteries are enhanced by the cultural differences between the Native Americans and the whites, with Cork being mixed blood, and his wife as the lawyer for the tribe.  There are also marital issues between Cork and his wife, as they have come together again, after both strayed with other partners.  They have three children, two of whom now help Cork run their restaurant.  These many and varied issues greatly add to the interest of Krueger's books.  The atmosphere of the Minnesota surrounds is also a character in itself, building suspense with the wild weather, and many land formations.  Excellent continuation of the Cork O'Conner series!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 21, 2013

    Hooked on this series!

    I got the first in this series as either a freebie or a cheapie, I can't remember. But a quarter of the way into #1, I looked up and bought #2, then halfway thru that, bought #3 and #4. I haven't read 4 yet. I will buy the whole series eventually, I'm sure.
    Very well written and exciting with just enough personal stuff to keep you rooting for them.
    The mysteries keep you guessing and sometimes you'll guess the bad guy, but I've been surprised in 2 of 3, as I guessed wrong! I love when that happens!
    I highly recommend this series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 4, 2012

    A real thriller with an unexpected ending you will not see coming.

    I do not want to delve into the plot too much. Suffice it to say the book centers on the clash of three cultures-the culture of the modern industrialist who wants to mine the precious ore in the earth, the environmentalists who are rabid in their approach and the Anishinaabs Indians who have cared for Mother Earth for centuries. Krueger's main character in his series of books about Aurora Minnesota and the Indian Reservation that borders the town, is Cork O'Connor. Cork is a real person. He was the sheriff before being voted out of office. He is a good man with a mixed heritage: 3/4 Irish and 1/4 Anishinasb. His heritage frequently draws him into many disputes between the whites and the indians which end in bloodshed on both sids. The book is a real thriller. The plot is well done with an ending that will be a surprise.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2012

    Definitely becoming a favorite author!

    Great storytelling, you can picture the beauty of this world and lose yourself in it

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2012

    This series keeps getting better!

    The first book was originally a "Free Friday" selection that Barnes & Noble's Nook customers get to enjoy. It helped me to discover a wonderful mystery writer. I am neither a mystery reader nor a series reader, but here I am really enjoying this mystery series! Why do I like this writer? I enjoy books with high quality prose, and mysteries are usually very plot driven, and often the creation of interesting characters and sense of place are not well-developed. But this one does both. Plus this plot IS complex and intriguing as well. The reader really gets a strong sense of north Minnesota and the Lake Superior setting, the small-town life in Aurora and Tamarack County and the Ojibwe Anishinaabe Indians. Their culture and people are main characters that blend in seamlessly with the tapestry of characters. You never feel like you are reading ethnic literature, but really you are! I won't go into the plot here (you can read it yourself on Goodreads), but I will say, each successive book keeps getting better as the author fine tunes his writing style.

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  • Posted January 17, 2012

    These books are awesome! Cork O'Conner is awesome! I'm flying through these books and every page keeps me on the edge of my seat! Being a native Minnesnowtan and my love of the north woods adds to the excitement!

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  • Posted October 10, 2014

    Excellent read and story line.

    Follow of the family life of cork o'connor, love the Americans flavor in this series.

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    Posted July 15, 2014

    Once a branch off the Med Den but now its own seperate cave. You can see where the stones blocked off the other entrance to the med den's cave sistem, this den is smaller than the warriors den. Filled with not as many, and smaller beds. Its entrance is beside the Med Den's, and is now the Apprentices' Den.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2014

    Highly recommend

    Mr. Krueger is so original. You feel like you are in the setting. He does not follow the usual mystery patterns of story telling. I love the Cork O'Connor character because he is flawed but honorable. The native American history of the families is so interestingly peppered throughout the
    series. I have looked foforward to each book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2014

    I recommend this series. 4/5 stars

    This was another great book in the series - hope there are more coming!Anyone who is interested in mysteries and/or Native American lore will like these. No sex, some descriptive violence, but not too much.

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  • Posted March 11, 2014

    A very good story set in the North Woods of Minnesota and Michigan

    This story brings together elements of past hardship, exploitation of the emotions brought on by guilt of being the only survivor of a shipwreck, rage against the perceived negligent shipping company owners, kidnapping, and terror. Cork O'Connor must figure out who the evil doer's are and save two families, part of his own and the shipping company's owner's daughter and her son. You don't know until close to the very end who the evil master-mind is and what his fate is. It is a very enjoyable tale with vulnerable characters surviving and some dieing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2014

    Highly Recommend!

    I started out reading just books one and two in the "Cork O'Conner" series and before I knew it I was ordering the entire series available.
    I finish one and can't wait till I start the next. William Kent Krueger is a wonderful writer that keeps you involved with his main character
    "Cork O'Conner".

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    Posted October 4, 2013

    Great #3 in Series

    Loved this book. Full of adventure and suspense. Still reading the
    series and enjoying it!!

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    Posted June 25, 2013

    This is the third in the Cork O'Connor series, and I plan on rea

    This is the third in the Cork O'Connor series, and I plan on reading all of them! This book was just as exciting as the first two; the author makes you feel like you are a part of the community. I was completely caught by the surprise ending! I highly recommend this to those who love a great "who did it" book.

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  • Posted May 22, 2012

    Typical spellbinding Krueger work

    W Krueger follows plot and script that works. It keeps me turning pages.

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  • Posted April 30, 2012

    William Kent Krueger is a great story teller.

    Loving this series! I will definately read more.

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    Posted April 14, 2012

    I liked it very much. Recommended to my friends.

    I enjoyed a new cast of characters for a police, mystery, family and area of the country novel. I have read 1, 2, and 3 and enjoyed them all.

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  • Posted February 27, 2012

    a very good fast read

    I have enjoyed all of Krueger's novels that I have read. He is able to keep me interested in the novel and writes about areas that are believeable. Down to earth charachters. jwtbiker

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2012

    Could not put it down!

    Love this whole series... Great characters and story line!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2012

    Pretty good

    Not my typical genre, but i really like this series so far. If you like murder mystery and native american folklore, definitely give this series a shot.

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During his time in the service, he met the love of his life, Elsie Lou Wilder. They were married Feb. 1, 1947, and went on to have three children, Christine, Richard and Anthony. During his time in the service the family moved around the country and, in 1959, the family was transferred to Otis Air Force Base.

Mr. DeLane had a passion for all that he did, whether bowling or sailing with his family aboard "Happiness," or regaling the family with stories of his youth. He had a sense of humor and a loving heart that matched no other.

Mr. DeLane was the owner of Father and Sons TV in West Barnstable for more than 20 years. He and his wife Elsie celebrated 63 years of marriage this past Feb. 1.

He is survived by his wife, Elsie; a son, Anthony (Linda); and grandchildren Christa (Mark) Cabral, Courtney (Matt) Pistone, Edward Post, Susie (Chad) Stewart, and Joanne (Anthony) Apple. He is also survived by great-grandchildren Chase, Wesley, Aaron, Lilly and Teddy; as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by two of his three children, daughter Christine and son Rick.

Burial was at the Massachusetts National Cemetery in Bourne.

Irene M. (Burgess) Hanley Driscoll, 85

Waltham — Irene M. (Burgess) Hanley Driscoll, of Waltham, died peacefully March 16, 2011, at Sudbury Pines after a long illness. She was 85.

Born, raised and educated in Waltham, the daughter of the late William and Bridget (Collins) Burgess, she attended Saint Charles High School.

Mrs. Driscoll worked part time at the Moose Lodge in Waltham as a waitress. She enjoyed dancing and being out with her friends.

She was predeceased by her husbands, Martin Hanley and Richard Driscoll; a daughter, Carol Ann Hanley; sisters Virginia Floyd and Mary Ryan; and a brother, William Burgess.

Mrs. Driscoll is survived by a brother, Frank Burgess of Hyannis; and her many grandchildren, nieces, nephews, grandnieces and grandnephews.

A memorial service was celebrated at the Brasco and Sons Memorial in Waltham, with inurnment at the Mount Feake Cemetery.

Douglas H. Higham, 92

Somerset — Douglas H Higham, 92, of Somerset, passed away Jan. 10, 2011.

He was the husband of the late Marilyn F (Blagden) Higham.

Mr. Higham was born in New Bedford, the son of the late Thomas and Mary (Mills) Higham. He served his country during World War II in the Pacific Theater with the United States Army and earned the rank of Sergeant.

Since his childhood he had a passion for sailing and building wooden boats. He worked at Crosby Yacht in Osterville for 20 years. He then moved to Martha's Vineyard where he resided in Vineyard Haven until 2001. He enjoyed many years on the Vineyard with his family and friends. Even after retiring from the boat-building trade, he continued to spend his free time building wooden sailboats. He also enjoyed sailing with family and friends around the waters of Cape Cod and the Islands.

In 2001 he and his wife Marilyn moved to Somerset to be closer to their daughter Sharon. Marilyn passed away in 2005. He spent the last three years living at Swan Brook in Swansea.

Survivors are two sons; William Higham of Oak Bluffs; Thomas Higham of Hyannis; a daughter: Sharon Silvia of Somerset; five grandchildren: Olivia and Marisa Higham, Michael, Chad and Leanna Silva; a sister in law Wilma Baker and two nieces Candice Gabbard and Elaine Baker and their children.

Services for Mr. Higham were private at the request of the family.

Frances Bowles (Lowell) Hunsaker, 94

Barnstable — Frances Bowles (Lowell) Hunsaker, 94, of Barnstable, formerly of Milton, died Jan. 4, 2011.

She was the wife of the late J. Peter Hunsaker, and daughter of the late Alfred Putnam Lowell and Catherine Bowles Lowell.

She was a world traveler, sailor, gardener, fisher woman, and skier, who was passionately interested in the lives and thoughts of those she met.

She was a member of the Massachusetts General Hospital Ladies' Visiting Committee, the Ladies' Travel Club, The Nucleus, member and past president of the Milton Garden Club, member of the Osterville Garden Club, delegate to the Garden Club of America, exhibitor, award recipient and judge at the New England Spring Flower Show and was also a board member of Gore Place, the Ellis Memorial Antique Show, and Sturgis Library. She was a lifelong member of the Chilton Club, the Colonial Dames of Massachusetts and patron of the Boston Symphony Orchestra.

She is survived by Daphne Lowell Hall and her husband Stephen V. Hall of South Hadley, James Peter Hunsaker Jr. and his wife Lee of Westwood; four grandsons: Eben V. Hall, Gabriel L. Hall, Peter C. Hunsaker and his wife Claudia, and Philip M. Hunsaker; three great-grandchildren, Elisabeth Hall, Quentin Hall and Mila Grace Hunsaker. She is also survived by her two sisters, Beatrice Hardcastle Magruder of Barnstable and Christina Lowell Brazelton of Cambridge.

A memorial service to celebrate her life will be held at 2 p.m. April 23 at the Unitarian Church of Barnstable.

Donations in her name may be made to The Sturgis Library, PO Box 606, Barnstable, MA 02630 or Gore Place, 52 Gore Street, Waltham, MA 02453.

Mary Louise Fallon Lyons

Palm Springs, FL — Mary Louise Fallon Lyons passed away April 5, 2011, surrounded by members of her family.

She was born April 19, 1929, in Brookline to Agnes and Griffin Fallon.

She attended Sacred Heart High School and graduated from Edgewood Park Junior College. She married the love of her life, Donald Lyons on Nov. 21, 1953.

The Lyons moved their growing family to Cape Cod in 1961 where they resided in Centerville until 1978, at which time they moved to Marstons Mills and later retired.

Mrs. Lyons loved riding and caring for horses and spending time on Cape Cod beaches, but most of all she loved spending time with her husband and family.

She is survived by her seven children, Patricia Sousa (Michael), Donald Lyons (Kate), Katie Lyons, Nancy Giovannini (David), Linda Romano, Mary Matthews (Cedrick) Dan Lyons (Kim), 13 grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, and multiple nieces and nephews. She is also survived by her two sisters Nancy Mesmer and Sheila Dewire.

A memorial service will be held at Our Lady of Victory Church in Centerville at 10 a.m. May 6, 2011.

Donations in her name may be made to the charity of one’s choice.

Ernest F. Pillsbury Jr., 80

Harwich — Ernest F. Pillsbury Jr., 80, of Harwich, died April 1, 2011, at home after a long and courageous battle with lung cancer.

Born May 5, 1930 in Arlington, he was the son of Ernest F. Sr. and Deborah (Cranston) Pillsbury. He was predeceased by his wife of 45 years, Muriel "Jane" (MacDonald) Pillsbury and his youngest daughter Sandra Holland. He was also predeceased by two sisters, Edith Campbell and Janet Purcell.

He served his country in the U.S. Army from 1948 through 1952. He was a master electrician by trade. His many hobbies included fishing, golf and bocce ball. He was a "character," surprising his family with a tattoo just a few years ago, buying a scooter "online" and thoroughly enjoying "poking" his friends on Facebook. He had many friends at the Davenport-Mugar Cancer Center, Pine Oaks Village, Stop & Shop and Shaw's in Harwich.

He is survived by his longtime companion Linda Dery of Brewster, his three daughters, Karen Young and her husband Bruce of Harwich Port, Donna Haskell and her husband Robert of Eastham, his primary caregiver Cheryl Handren and her husband David, and one son, Ernest S. and his fiancée Carole Bohne of Centerville. He was the grandfather of Sean MacAskill of Minnesota, Michael MacAskill of Harwich, Jason Pillsbury of Chatham, Cory Smith of Dennis, Troy Handren of California, and Ernest and Tiffany Pillsbury of Falmouth. He was the great-grandfather of nine and uncle to several nieces and nephews. He also leaves special friend Beverly Boudreau and his adored cat "Otis."

A graveside service was held at the Massachusetts National Cemetery in Bourne. A celebration of his life will be announced at a later date.

Donations in his name may be made to the Davenport Mugar Cancer Center, Cape Cod Hospital, 27 Park St., Hyannis, MA 02601.

Emma "Heathie" (McMillan) Pykosz, 88

Nantucket — Emma "Heathie" (McMillan) Pykosz, 88, of Nantucket, died April 13, 2011. She was the wife of the late Joseph R. Pykosz.

Born on Dec. 7, 1922 in Sydney Mines, Nova Scotia, the daughter of the late David and Edith (Craft) McMillan, she lived in New Bedford and Nantucket for many years. During her last years, she resided at The Homestead of Nantucket.

Mrs. Pykosz was formerly employed as the head of housekeeping at Nantucket Cottage Hospital.

She was a caregiver all of her life, always looking out for others.

Survivors include five children, Roberta Reyes and her husband Robin of Dedham, David Pykosz and his wife Anastasia Akdeniz of Salem, Mitchell Pykosz and his wife Julia Roberts Pykosz of Mariaville, ME, Christopher Pykosz and his wife Susan of Cotuit, and Brian Pykosz of Hyannis; 12 grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren.

She was the sister of the late Mary Edtleton, Barbara Ayers, and Jane Correia.

A funeral Mass was celebrated at St. Mary-Our Lady of the Isle Church, Nantucket. A private burial service will be in Sacred Heart Cemetery, New Bedford.

Donations in her name may be made to The Homestead of Nantucket, 115 Main St., Nantucket, MA 02554.

Francis Richard Staffier, 88

Osterville — Francis Richard Staffier, 88, of Osterville and formerly of Winchester, died peacefully at home April 8, 2011, after a brief period of declining health.

He was the son of the late Mary Agnes (Crowley) and Rocco Staffier. He was predeceased by a sister, Phyllis, and brothers Robert, Paul and James.

While she was a student at the University of Notre Dame, World War II was declared. Mr. Staffier enlisted in the Army infantry and participated in battles from St. Lo, across France to Remagen, Rhine in Germany, receiving many medals and commendations for bravery and outstanding valor. Back home in 1946, he obtained a B.A. from Boston University.

Whether in business dealings, social work or home life, Mr. Staffier will be remembered by all for his integrity, kindness and gentle ways.

He leaves his wife of 64 years, Dorothy (Tobin) Staffier, and their children Jane, Diane and Kerry Ellen Sullivan, and son-in-law Frank Sullivan. He also leaves two grandchildren, Courtney and Patrick Sullivan of Wellesley; and nieces and nephews; and for companionship, sports lore and humor, brother-in-law Richard F. Tobin of Centerville, and a host of relatives and friends.

Services were privately held at Our Lady of the Assumption in Osterville, and interment in the Massachusetts National Cemetery, Bourne.

Donations in his name may be sent to the McCarthy Care Center, 73 Service Road, East Sandwich, MA 02537. Condolences may be sent on our Web site at

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Rev. Alban Butler (1711–73).  Volume XI: November.
The Lives of the Saints.  1866.
November 13
St. Didacus, Confessor
DIDACUS or Diego (that is, in Spanish, James) was a native of the little town of St. Nicholas, in the diocess of Seville, in Andalusia, of mean condition, but from his childhood fervent in the love of God, and the practice of all virtues. Near that town a holy priest led an eremitical life, and Didacus in his youth obtained his consent to live with him. Though very young he imitated the austerities and devotions of his master, and they cultivated together a little garden; and also employed themselves in making wooden spoons, trenchers, and such like mean utensils. After having lived thus a recluse for some years, he was obliged to return to his parents: but desiring most ardently to walk in the footsteps of his divine Redeemer, he soon after betook himself to a convent of the Observantin Friar Minors, called St. Francis’s of Arrizafa, and there took the habit among the lay-brothers who belong not to the choir, but serve the convent in humble offices, and are much employed in manual labour. After his profession he was sent with a priest of his order into the Canary islands, where he did wonders in instructing and converting many idolaters, and though only a lay-brother, was appointed by his superiors the first guardian or warden of a convent which was erected in one of those islands called Forteventura. By the mortification of his flesh, and of his own will, and assiduous prayer, he offered himself a continual sacrifice to our Lord, and by this long martyrdom prepared himself to shed his blood for the faith amongst the barbarians, if such had been the will of God. After some time he was recalled into Spain, and lived in divers convents about Seville with great fervour, simplicity, austerity, and recollection: he seemed so much absorbed in God as scarcely to be able to speak but to him or of him; and the humility, ardour, and lively sentiments with which he always discoursed of heavenly things, discovered how much he was dead to himself, and replenished with the divine Spirit.  1
  In the year 1450, a great jubilee was celebrated at Rome; and St. Bernardin of Sienna being canonized at the same time, three thousand eight hundred religious persons of the Order of St. Francis were assembled there, in their great convent, called Aracæli. Didacus went thither with F. Alfonsus de Castro. In this journey our saint attended his companion during a dangerous illness with such fervour of spirit, and such an ardent charity, that it was easy to see how much God aided and favoured him, and how wonderfully he was animated with his spirit in all the pains he took night and day for his love. This appeared still more in the charity and devotion with which he waited on many others of his Order that were sick at Rome, during thirteen weeks that he staid there. From Rome the servant of God returned back to Seville, and lived thirteen years longer in the convent, first of Saussaye, and chiefly of Alcala of Henares, in Castile, shining in all kinds of virtue, going forward every day in perfection, and moving wonderfully all who conversed with him to aspire to the same. Not content punctually to keep the rule of his holy father St. Francis, he endeavoured with all his strength to draw in himself the most perfect portraiture of his heavenly life. His admirable humility by which he put himself under the feet of every one, was a great source of the constant peace of mind which he enjoyed; for so perfect was the mastery which he had gained over his passions, and his soul was so much raised above all earthly things, that nobody ever saw him troubled, heard from his mouth an angry or unbeseeming word, or discerned any thing in his conduct which did not seem to breathe an air of perfect virtue. Having no other will but that of our Lord, in whose cross he gloried, he accepted every thing with equal cheerfulness from his hand, and equally praised him in adversity and prosperity. He treated his body very rigorously; his habit was always mean, and his attire and whole exterior deportment was an image of the interior mortification of his soul. With the perfect spirit and practice of penance he joined her good sister, continual prayer, and the elevation of his soul to God. In contemplation his body was sometimes seen raised from the ground, whilst his soul was ravished and absorbed in God. The passion of our divine Redeemer was the ordinary object on which his thoughts and affections were employed; he often meditated on it with a crucifix in his hand, and with frequent raptures. When he passed from the contemplation of the bloody sacrifice of the Son of God to the unbloody sacrifice in which the same sacred victim continues daily to be offered on our altars, his love and fervour were redoubled. A God in the holy eucharist made the spiritual food of our souls, was the object of his admiration, and the nourishment of his love; and the oftener he received this God of love in his breast, the more were the flames of his love increased. His tender devotion to the Son extended to the mother, whom he honoured as his advocate.  2
  In 1463, he was taken ill at Alcala, where he had spent the last years of his life. His distemper began by an imposthume in his arm. During this illness his preparation for his last hour was most fervent and edifying. In his agony he called for a cord (such as the friars wear) and put it about his neck, and holding a cross of wood in his hands, with tears in his eyes he begged pardon of all his religious brethren that were assembled about his bed in prayer. Then fixing his eyes on the crucifix he repeated with great tenderness the words of the hymn on the cross: Dulce lignum, dulces clavos, &c., and calmly expired on the 12th of November, in 1463. Several miracles were performed by him in his lifetime; and many more through his intercession after his death. Don Carlos, son of King Philip II. having by a fall at the palace of Alcala, hurt his head so grievously, that the wound was judged mortal by the surgeons; and miracles being then frequently wrought at the tomb of St. Didacus, the king caused his shrine to be brought into the chamber of the dying prince, which was done with great devotion and holy pomp; and thereupon the prince’s wound was immediately healed. Philip II., out of gratitude, solicited the saint’s canonization, which was performed by Sixtus V. in 1588. Innocent XI. appointed his office in the Roman Breviary, and ordered his feast to be transferred to the 13th of November, though in his Order it continues to be observed on the 12th. See on this saint, Mark of Lisbon in the Chronicle of his Order; and the history of his life, miracles, and canonization, compiled by Peter Gelasinius, apostolic prothonotary, and Francis Pegna, the celebrated auditor of the Rota, by order of his holiness. See also Sedulius’s Historia Seraphica.  3

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James and Mary Ford, eds.  Every Day in the Year.  1902.
October 18
The Wasp’s Frolic
From “Naval Songster,” 1815
          On Oct. 18, 1812, the American ship Wasp fell in with the British brig Frolic and after a short action captured her. Both ships were taken the same day by the British.

’TWAS on board the sloop-of-war Wasp, boys,
  We set sail from Delaware Bay,
To cruise on Columbia’s fair coast, sirs,
  Our rights to maintain on the sea.
Three days were not passed on our station,        5
  When the Frolic came up to our view;
Says Jones, “Show the flag of our nation;”
  Three cheers were then gave by our crew.
We boldly bore up to this Briton,
  Whose cannon began for to roar;        10
The Wasp soon her stings from her side ran,
  When we on them a broadside did pour.
Each sailor stood firm at his quarters,
  ’Twas minutes past forty and three,
When fifty bold Britons were slaughtered,        15
  Whilst our guns swept their masts in the sea.
Their breasts then with valor still glowing,
  Acknowledged the battle we’d won,
On us then bright laurels bestowing,
  When to leeward they fired a gun.        20
On their decks we the twenty guns counted,
  With a crew for to answer the same;
Eighteen was the number we mounted,
  Being served by the lads of true game.
With the Frolic in tow, we were standing,        25
  All in for Columbia’s fair shore;
But fate on our laurels was frowning,
  We were taken by a seventy-four.

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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps.  A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes.  1891.
Vol. V: Literature of the Republic, Part II., 1821–1834
Oregon and the Compromise Bill
By Thomas Corwin (1794–1865)
[Born in Bourbon Co., Ky., 1794. Died in Washington, D.C., 1865. From a Speech on the Oregon Compromise Bill. U. S. Senate, 24 July, 1848.]

ALL over the world the air is vocal with the shouts of men made free. What does it all mean? It means that they have been redeemed from political servitude; and in God’s name I ask, if it be a boon to mankind to be free from political servitude, must it not be accepted as a matter of some gratulation that they have been relieved from personal servitude—absolute subjection to the arbitrary power of others? What do we say of them? I am not speaking of the propriety of this thing; it may be all wrong, and these poor fellows in Paris, who have stout hands and willing hearts, anxious to earn their bread, may be very unreasonable in fighting for it. It may be all wrong to cut off the head of a king, or send him across the Channel. It may be highly improper and foolish in Austria to send away Metternich, and say, “We will look into this business ourselves.” According to the doctrine preached in these halls—in free America—instead of sending shouts of gratulation across the water to these people, we should send to them groans and commiseration for their folly, calling on them to beware how they take this business into their own hands—informing them that universal liberty is a curse; that as one man is born with a right to govern an empire, he and his posterity must continue to exercise that power, because in this case it is not exactly partus sequitur ventrem, but partus sequitur patrem—that is all the difference. The crown follows the father! Under your law, the chain follows the mother!
  Sir, we may, we ought, to remember, that it was law in this country in 1776, that kings had a right to rule us—did rule us. George III. said then, “partus sequitur patrem,” my son inherits my crown, “he follows the condition of the father,” “he is born to be your ruler;” your fathers said, this is not true, this shall be law no longer. Let us look for a moment at the doings of that good old time, 1776. Then, sir, our fathers, being oppressed, lifted up their hands and appealed to the God of justice, the common Father of all men, to deliver them and their posterity from that law, which proclaimed that “kings were born to rule.” They (the men of 1776) did not believe that one man was born “booted and spurred” to ride another. And if, as they said, no man was born to rule another, did it not follow, that no man could rightfully be born to serve another? Sir, in those days, Virginia and Virginia’s sons, Washington and Jefferson, had as little respect for that maxim, partus sequitur ventrem, as for that other cognate dogma, “Kings are born to rule.” I infer from our history, sir, that the men of that day were sincere men, earnest, honest men, that they meant what they said. From their declaration, “All men are born equally free,” I infer, that, in their judgments, no man, by the law of his nature, was born to be a slave; and, therefore, he ought not by any other law to be born a slave. I think this maxim of kings being born to rule, and others being born only to serve, are both of the same family, and ought to have gone down to the same place whence I imagine they came, long ago, together. I do not think that your partus sequitur ventrem had much quarter shown it at Yorktown on a certain day you may remember. I think that when the lion of England crawled in the dust, beneath the talons of your eagles, and Cornwallis surrendered to George Washington, that maxim, that a man is born to rule, went down, not to be seen among us again forever; and I think that partus sequitur ventrem, in the estimation of all sensible men, should have disappeared along with it. So the men of that day thought….  2
  Mr. President, these men, when they spoke of slavery and its extension, did not get up some hybrid sort of “compromise,” and consult some supreme court. They declared slavery an evil, a wrong, a prejudice to free colonies, a social mischief, and a political evil; and if these were denied, they replied, “These truths are self-evident.” And from the judgments of men they appealed to no earthly court; they took an appeal “to the Supreme Judge of the World.” When I am asked to extend to this new empire of ours, now in its infancy, an institution which they pronounced an evil to all communities; when I refuse to agree with some here whose judgments I revere, and whose motives I know to be pure, I can only say, I stand where our fathers stood of old, I am sustained in my position by the men who founded the first system of rational liberty on earth. With them by my side, I can afford to differ from those here whom I respect. With such authority for my conduct, I can cheerfully encounter the frowns of some, the scorn of all; I can turn to the fathers of such, and be comforted. They knew what was best for an infant people just struggling into existence. If their opinions are worth anything—if the opinions of the venerated men are to be considered as authority—I ask Southern gentlemen what they mean when they ask me to extend slavery to the distant shores of the Pacific ocean, and the slave trade between Maryland and Virginia and that almost unknown country?…  3
  I remember what was said by the Senator from Virginia the other day. It is a truth, that when the Constitution of the United States was made, South Carolina and Georgia refused to come into the Union unless the slave trade should be continued for twenty years; and the North agreed that they would vote to continue the slave trade for twenty years; yes, voted that this new Republic should engage in piracy and murder at the will of two States! So the history reads; and the condition of the agreement was, that those two States should agree to some arrangement about navigation laws! I do not blame South Carolina and Georgia for this transaction any more than I do those Northern States who shared in it. But suppose the question were now presented here by any one, whether we should adopt the foreign slave trade and continue it for twenty years, would not the whole land turn pale with horror, that, in the middle of the nineteenth century, a citizen of a free community, a Senator of the United States, should dare to propose the adoption of a system that has been denominated piracy and murder, and is by law punished by death all over Christendom? What did they do then? They had the power to prohibit it; but at the command of these two States, they allowed that to be introduced into the Constitution, to which much of slavery now existing in our land is clearly to be traced. For who can doubt that, but for that woful bargain, slavery would by this time have disappeared from all the States then in the Union, with one or two exceptions? The number of slaves in the United States at this period was about six hundred thousand; it is now three millions. And just as you extend the area of slavery, so you multiply the difficulties which lie in the way of its extermination. It had been infinitely better that day that South Carolina and Georgia had remained out of the Union for a while, rather than that the Constitution should have been made to sanction the slave trade for twenty years. The dissolution of the old Confederation would have been nothing in comparison with that recognition of piracy and murder. I can conceive of nothing in the dark record of man’s enormities, from the death of Abel down to this hour, so horrible as that of stealing people from their own home, and making them and their posterity slaves forever. It is a crime which we know has been visited with such signal punishment in the history of nations as to warrant the belief that Heaven itself had interfered to avenge the wrongs of earth….  4
  I know that this is a peculiar institution; and I doubt not that in the hands of such gentlemen as talk about it here, it may be made very attractive. It may be a very agreeable sight to behold a large company of dependents, kindly treated by a benevolent master, and to trace the manifestations of gratitude which they exhibit. But in my eyes a much more grateful spectacle would be that of a patriarch in the same neighborhood, with his dependents all around him, invested with all the attributes of freedom bestowed upon them by the common Father, in whose sight all are alike precious! It is, indeed, a “very peculiar” institution. According to the account of the Senator from Mississippi [Mr. Davis], this institution exhibits all that is most amiable and beautiful in our nature. That Senator drew a picture of an old, gray-headed negro woman, exhausting the kindness of her heart upon the white child she had nursed. This is true; and it shows the good master and the grateful servant. But, sir, all are not such as these. The Senator concealed the other side of the picture; and it was only revealed to us by the quick apprehension of the Senator from Florida [Mr. Westcott], who wanted the power to send a patrol all over the country to prevent the slaves from rising to upturn the order of society! I had almost believed, after hearing the beautiful, romantic, sentimental, narration of the Senator from Mississippi, that God had, indeed, as he said, made this people in Africa to come over here and wait upon us, till the Senator from Florida waked me up to a recollection of the old doctrines of Washington and Jefferson, by assuring us that wherever that patriarchal institution existed, a rigid police should be maintained in order to prevent the uprising of the slave. Sir, it is indeed a peculiar institution. I know many good men, who, as masters, honor human nature by the kindness, equity, and moderation of their rule and government of their slaves; but put a bad man, as sometimes happens, as often happens, in possession of uncontrolled dominion over another, black or white, and then wrongs follow that make angels weep. It is, sir, a troublesome institution; it requires too much law, too much force, to keep up social and domestic security; therefore I do not wish to extend it to these new and as yet feeble Territories….  5
  I am called on to lay the foundations of society over a vast extent of country. If this work is done wisely now, ages unborn shall bless us, and we shall have done in our day what experience approved and duty demanded. If this work shall be carelessly or badly done, countless millions that shall inherit that vast region will hereafter remember our folly as their curse; our names and deeds, instead of praises, shall only call forth execration and reproach. In the conflict of present opinions, I have listened patiently to all. Finding myself opposed to some with whom I have rarely ever differed before, I have doubted myself, reexamined my conclusions, reconsidered all the arguments on either side, and I still am obliged to adhere to my first impressions, I may say my long-cherished opinions. If I part company with some here, whom I habitually respect, I still find with me the men of the past, whom the nations venerated. I stand upon the Ordinance of 1787. There the path is marked by the blood of the Revolution. I stand in company with the “men of ’87,” their locks wet with the mists of the Jordan over which they passed, their garments purple with the waters of the Red Sea through which they led us of old to this land of promise. With them to point the way, however dark the present, Hope shines upon the future, and, discerning their footprints in my path, I shall tread it with unfaltering trust.  6

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Reference > Brewer’s Dictionary > Bawtry.

 Bawley Boat (A).Baxte’rians.
E. Cobham Brewer 1810–1897. Dictionary of Phrase and Fable. 1898.
Like the saddler of Bawtry, who was hanged for leaving his liquor (Yorkshire proverb). It was customary fer criminals on their way to execution to stop at a certain tavern in York for a “parting draught.” The saddler of Bawtry refused to accept the liquor and was hanged. If he had stopped a few minutes at the tavern, his reprieve, which was on the road, would have arrived in time to save his life.   1

 Bawley Boat (A).Baxte’rians.

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Is Windows 8 Ready for the Enterprise?

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In a focused keynote on Day Two of its TechEd 2012 conference, Microsoft made its case that Windows 8 is ready for business and will be a welcome addition to the enterprise.

ORLANDO, Fla. -- In a broad-ranging keynote at TechEd 2012 set to establish Windows 8 as a viable tool for business, Microsoft demonstrated several key technologies the company hopes will make the upcoming OS welcome in the enterprise.

At TechEd North America 2012 here, Microsoft did its best to detail the value Windows 8 brings to businesses through enhanced fundamentals, new enterprise features and strong application compatibility. The company also announced updates to several Microsoft Desktop Optimization Pack (MDOP) products to help organizations manage, secure and enhance the Windows experience.

"Windows 8 is enterprise-ready by design," said Antoine Leblond, corporate vice president for Windows Web Services at Microsoft, in a statement. "Adding features that bring new possibilities in mobility, productivity and security, Windows 8 will delight developers, IT professionals and the employees they support."

Leblond, who delivered the TechEd Day Two keynote, called Windows 8 the third leg in Microsoft's enterprise play for businesses, joining Windows Server 2012 and Windows Azure as the other two components.

"With Windows 8, you don t have to compromise; you can pick up a tablet, a laptop or a desktop," Leblond said.

Moreover, now available for download are updates to several MDOP products, which enable organizations to virtualize, manage and restore data, applications and users experiences on Windows, including the beta for Microsoft BitLocker Administration and Monitoring (MBAM) 2.0, which makes it easier for enterprises to protect data with BitLocker and BitLocker To Go by using Windows 8 support to simplify the provisioning process, monitoring and enforcing compliance for improved security, and reducing the cost of managing an encrypted environment by integrating with existing managements systems, while empowering users to support themselves with a self-service recovery portal. A download of the beta is available here.

Meanwhile, during an on-stage demonstration of Windows on ARM, Linda Averett, director of program management for the developer experience in Windows, showed a quick snapshot of what Excel will look like on a Windows on ARM tablet. The software was identified as a preview of Office 2013 RT. RT is short for Windows RT, which is Microsoft s name for its Windows on ARM platform.

Averett demonstrated several enterprise-friendly features of Windows 8, including the BitLocker technology and Windows to Go by moving a copy of Windows 8 to an old Dell desktop PC via a USB drive. Averett also demonstrated the use of Windows 8 on touch-enabled laptops and on laptops with mouse, keyboard and touchpad only.

Microsoft also announced that Both the Microsoft Advanced Group Policy Management (AGPM) 4.0 Service Pack 1 beta and release candidate for the Diagnostics and Recovery Toolset (DaRT) 8 are available today, providing support for Windows 8 Release Preview. The download of AGPM beta is available here, and the download of the DaRT 8 release candidate is available here.
To read the original eWeek article, click here: Is Windows 8 Enterprise-Ready?

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