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I wish my shutter had been a little faster....but I was unprepared for this sudden action shot.
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A full interview with the Israeli painter Raphael Perez (in Hebrew Rafi Peretz) about the ideas behind the naive painting, resume, personal biography and CV
Question: Raphael Perez Tell us about your work process as a naive painter?
Answer: I choose the most iconic and famous buildings in every city and town that are architecturally interesting and have a special shape and place the iconic buildings on boulevards full of trees, bushes, vegetation, flowers.
Question: How do you give depth in your naive paintings?
Answer: To give depth to the painting, I build the painting with layers of vegetation, after those low famous buildings, followed by a tall avenue of trees, and behind them towers and skyscrapers, in the sky I sometimes put innocent signs of balloons, kites.
A recurring motif in some of my paintings is the figure of the painter who is in the center of the boulevard and paints the entire scene unfolding in front of him, also there are two kindergarten teachers who are walking with the kindergarten children with the state flags that I paint, and loving couples hugging and kissing and family paintings of mother, father and child walking in harmony on the boulevard.
Question: Raphael Perez What characterizes your naive painting?
Answer: Most naive paintings have the same characteristics
(Definition as it appears in Wikipedia)
• Tells a simple story to absorb from everyday life, usually with humans.
• The representation of the painter's idealization to reality - the mapping of reality.
• Failure to maintain perspective - especially details even in distant details.
• Extensive use of repeating patterns - many details.
• Warm and bright colors.
• Sometimes the emphasis is on outlines.
• Most of the characters are flat, lack volume
• No interest in texture, expression, correct proportions
• No interest in anatomy.
• There is not much use of light and shadow, the colors create a three-dimensional effect.
I find these definitions to be valid for all my naive paintings
Question: Raphael Perez Why do you mainly choose the city of Tel Aviv?
Answer: I was born in Jerusalem, the capital city which I love very much and also paint,
I love the special Bauhaus buildings in Tel Aviv, the ornamental buildings that were built a century ago in the 1920s and 1930s, the beautiful boulevards, towers and modern skyscrapers give you the feeling of the hustle and bustle of a large metropolis and there are quite a few low and tall buildings that are architecturally fascinating in their form the special one
Also, the move to Tel Aviv, which is the capital of culture, freedom, and secularism, allowed me to live my life as I chose, to live in a relationship with a man, Jerusalem, which is a traditional city, it is more complicated to live a homosexual life, also, the art world takes place mainly in the city of Tel Aviv, and it is possible that from a professional point of view, this allows I can support myself better in Tel Aviv than in any other city in Israel.
Question: raphael perez are the paintings of the city of Tel Aviv different from the paintings of the city of Jerusalem
Answer: Most of the paintings of Jerusalem have an emphasis on the color yellow, gold, the color of the old city walls, the subjects I painted in Jerusalem are mainly a type of idealization of a peaceful life between Jews and Arabs and paintings that deal with the Jewish religious world, a number of paintings depict all shades of the currents of Judaism of today
In contrast, the Tel Aviv paintings are more colorful, with skyscrapers, the sea, balloons and more secular motifs
Question: Raphael Perez Tell us about which buildings and their architects you usually choose in your city paintings
Answer: My favorite buildings are those that have a special shape that anyone can recognize and are the symbols of the city and you will give several examples:
In the city of Tel Aviv, my favorite buildings are: the opera building with its unusual geometric shape, the Yisrotel tower with its special head, the Hail Bo Shalom tower that for years was the symbol of the tallest building in Tel Aviv, the Levin house that looks like a Japanese pagoda, the burgundy-colored Nordeau hotel with the special dome at the end of the building, A pair of Alon towers with the special structure of the sea, Bauhaus buildings typical of Tel Aviv with the special balconies and the special staircase, the Yaakov Agam fountain in Dizengoff square appears in a large part of the paintings, many towers that are in the stock exchange complex, the Aviv towers and other tall buildings on Ayalon, in some of the paintings I took plans An outline of future buildings that need to be built in the city and I drew them even before they were built in reality,
In the paintings of Jerusalem, I mainly chose the area of the Old City and East Jerusalem, a painting of the walls of the Old City, the Western Wall, the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, the El Akchea Mosque, the Tower of David, most of the famous churches in the city, the right hand of Moses, in most of the paintings the Jew is wearing a blue shirt with a red male cord I was in the youth movement and the Arab with a galabia, and in the paintings of the religious public then, Jews with black suits and white shirts, tallitas, kippahs, special hats, synagogues and more
I also created three paintings of the city of Haifa and one painting of Safed
In the Haifa paintings I drew the university, the Technion, the famous Egged Tower, the Sail Tower, well-known hotels, of course the Baha'i Gardens and the Baha'i Temple, Haifa Port and the boats and other famous buildings in the city
Question: Have you created series of other cities from around the world?
Answer: I created series of New York City with all the iconic and famous buildings such as: the Guggenheim Museum, the famous skyscrapers - the Chrysler Building, the Empire State Building, Lincoln Center, the famous synagogue in the city, the Statue of Liberty, the flags of the United States and other famous buildings
Two paintings of London and all its famous sites, Big Ben, famous monuments, the Ferris wheel, Queen Elizabeth and her family, the double bus, the famous public telephone, palaces, famous churches, well-known monuments
I created 4 naive paintings of cities in China, a painting of Shanghai, two paintings of the city of Suzhou and a painting of the World Park in the city of Beijing... I chose the famous skyline of Shanghai with all the famous towers, the famous promenade, temples and old buildings, two Paintings of the city of Suzhou with the famous canals, bridges, special gardens, towers and skyscrapers of the city
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רפי פרץ אמנים ישראלים אומנים ישראליים צייר אמן ישראלי עכשווי מודרני הצייר הישראלי העכשווי המודרני אמנות ישראלית עכשווית מודרנית האמנות הישראלית העכשווית המודרנית אומנות העכשוויות הישראליות העכשוויות המודרניות ציור ציורים הציור הציורים וציור וציורים לציור לציורים מציור מציורים מצייר מציירים ומצייר ומציירים שמצייר שמציירים נאיבי נאיבית נאיביית נאיביים הנאיביים הנאיבי הנאיבית והנאיבית והנאיבי של עם גדול גדולים הגדול הגדולים והגדול והגדולים תערוכה תערוכות התערוכה התערוכות והתערוכה והתערוכה לתערוכה לתערוכות גלריה גלריות והגלריה והגלריות הגלריה הגלריות לגלריה לגלריות מהגלריה מהגלריות אדום כתום צהוב ירוק כחול סגול שחור לבן האדום הכתום הצהוב הירוק הכחול השחור הסגול הלבן שחורים לבנים אדומים כתומים צהובים ירוקים סגולים האדומים הכתומים הצהובים הירוקים הסגולים השחורים הלבנים צבעים צבע הצבעים הצבע בצבעים בצבע לצבע לצבעים והצבע והצבעים צובע צובעים הצובע הצובעים האמן האמנים האומנים לאמנים לאומנים והאומנים ציירים הציירים והציירים לציירים מהציירים מהאמנים אומנות האמנות באמנות לאמנות ואמנות באומנות לאומנות והאומנות אמנותי האמנות האומנותי האומנות תערוכה תערוכות התערוכה התערוכות הגלריה הגלריות בגלריה בגלריות והגלריה והגלריות מהגלריה מהגלריות מהתערוכה מהתערוכות חדש חדשני החדש החדשני חדשנית החדשנית מקורי המקורי המקורית מקורית מיוחד המיוחד המיוחדים מיוחדים בניינים הבניינים מבנים מבנה בניין הבניין אתרים האתרים המפורסמים המפורסם מפורסם מפורסמים בישראל ישראל וישראל תל אביב תלאביב בתל בתלאביב ותל מתל אור האור באור מתיילד ילדותי הילדותי המתיילד ילד תלאביבי אביבי שמח השמח
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וציורי לציורי מציורי רחובות רחוב הרחובות הרחוב אורבני האורבני אקריליק באקריליק על בד קנווס קנבס קנוס בקנווס בדים נוף נופים הנוף הנופים לנוף לנופים מהנוף מהנופים נופי בנופי חזקים עזים החזקים העזים לבית לסלון למשרד בית סלון משרד לבתים למשרדים משרדים בתים למכירה מכירה המכירה מכירות מוכר המוכר קונה הקונה קונים הקונים בקנייה במכירה פומבית הפומבית לרכוש רכוש ברכישה ישירה ישיר מהאמן עיר העיר ערים הערים
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Rules:
-you answer the questions
1-Favorite color: Purple
2-Whats my motto: Take a deep breath and express yourself!
3-Whats your biggest dream- Being a writer of movies!
4-Who is your favorite idol- Rihanna, one of the only pop stars that doesn't want to be perfect!
5- What is your favorite food- Orange chicken from panda express, baby! xD
6- What is the most special thing about you- my creavity
7- Do you have any pets? If not what pets do you want?- No, I want a sticking darn bunny again! I just love bunnies! And, now Racer is just some bunny I used to know.
8- What is your favorite song(s)- Disturbia by Rihanna, well anything from Rihanna!
9- If you were stuck on a deserted island, what would you bring- An airplane to get the hell out of there, duh :P
10- If you could eat anything your whole life, what would it be- chicken and round table pizza!
11- What was the weirdest thing you ever ate?- You guys will hate me for saying this, but it is peaunut butter candy
12- If you were an animal, what will you be?- An unicorn that kicks butt! xD
13- What is your lucky number?- 3 and 1,267
14- What is your favorite thing to drink?- ROOTBEER!
15- What is your favorite store- Toys'R'Us
16- What is your celebrity crush?- Nobody
17- What friends.....blah blah.
1. Morgan
2. Jordan
3. Evelyna
4. Jacklyn
5. Flickr
6. anybody else but my haters
18- What would you not live without- Air, food, water, computer, temple run, t.v, bratz and monster high dolls, my sisters, my friends, trust, safety, my stuffed animals (:/ what!), my facebook, my flickr, my youtube, camera, video camera, and PICMONKEY!
19- Do you have a crush or are you dating?- hell no
20- If you can change your name, what would it be- ASHLEY!
An old, broken down telephone/telegraph pole along an abandoned train track in rural Ohio no longer carries a message.
Card Text (transcribed from postcard): 'Saint Mary of the Highways' I & II are names of two trailer chapels operated by the Catholic Diocese of Richmond. Designed by George f. Chaplain, one was built in 1938 and the second in 1948. They were dedicated by Bishop Ireton. Purchased by the donations of the people at the cost of $10,000 each, they contain church equipment, public address system and living accommodations for two priests. During the summer, programs of Scripture, music, prayer, question answering, sermons, movies and literature are presented daily. You are invited to visit the Chapel on the road, or at our home in Richmond.
Manufacturer: Genuine Curteich Chicago 'C.T. Art Colortone'
Date Postmarked: Not postmarked.
Rights: This item is in the public domain. Acknowledgement of the Virginia Commonwealth University Libraries as a source is requested.
Reference URL: scholarscompass.vcu.edu/postcard/146
Collection: Rarely Seen Richmond: Early twentieth century Richmond as seen through vintage postcards
We had to say fair-well to our our old (C&W) answer phone; it was slowly becoming more doddery, confusing callers by mumbling inanely about something to do with messages.
Our new BT answer phone can send and receive text messages too!
I'm going to write the chapter 3 story tomorrow. All designs are based on the story. Why Cheshire has a tear? ( have you recognized the tatoo on her right hand?) Why Alice's face changes in every chapter and always be the same with the other character? Why there is some hints on Alice's dress pointing to the other charater( a black rabbit in chapter 1, a butterfly in chapter 2 and a cat in chapter 3? ) You will find answers in the last chapter, chapter 6. ;P
Segura estoy en mi corazón tu seguirás, viviendo en mi ser no te podré olvidar. Lose en verdad ya no hay mas vuelta hacia atrás, estamos ocultando el dolor al sonreír.
Whilst perusing the back streets of Cambridge we came across this on a slab of stone type material just lying randomly in the street.
Is this a question, or an answer?
The KOM League
Flash Report
For
March 7, 2019
This report has been placed on Flickr at: www.flickr.com/photos/60428361@N07/47310622721/ In order to learn the story about the young man who was separated from his family at age four and to learn nothing more for 17 years you’ll have to click on the aforementioned link. And, there is an offer of something, for free, that has been in the making for 14 years.
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The offer of something for nothing—i.e. free
KOM COMMISSIONER: I’ve stalled for a year and have not pitched the past 14 or so years of Flash Reports that now require three storage boxes to house. Is there anyone left who would want them? I’d love to keep them, but my wife is opposed and no one else in my family has any interest. I’ll await your answer and directions. How about the Kansas Historical Society? The Missouri or Boone County Historical Societies? Cooperstown? They might be the best bet.
I know they stored a lot of scouts’ reports in the past when the scout cleaned out his office or died and someone did it for him.
I’ve finally made the first steps to organize the dozens of file boxes (around 75 of them), eliminate and archive what is left. I’ll send my archives to the Western Historical Manuscripts Collection at the State Historical Society along with several organizations I’ve helped keep alive through the years. I’ll need to live to the age of at least 110 to get it all in order. That means I have 23 ½ years left, for sure.
I’m always good for breakfast, soup, or liver and onions when you are. OL’ CLARK- aka Bill Clark—former major league scout and now living full time in Columbia, Mo.
Ed reply:
I will put your offer to offload those old Flash Reports in my next report, if there should ever be one. Like you, no one in my family has any interest in them. I couldn't even find a library or historical society who would take and use them even for starting bond fires or crude insulation.
One thing I can do is go somewhere for breakfast. I usually do one with the great grandkids every Saturday morning but I decided about a half an hour ago I'm not up to the challenge today. I'm sending my first wife instead.
Put down the date. place and time that suits you best for a breakfast encounter and I'll schedule my doctor's visits around that date.
Someone told me spring training has started. I'm taking this year off from baseball again.
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Plea:
If anyone can give those old Flash Reports, neatly sorted, and firmly packed, a home let either Bill Clark or the guy who wrote them know of your intentions. Otherwise, a big stack of paper will go into a local recycling bin.
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The dean of KOM league sportswriters
E. L. Dale of the Carthage Press hired Fletcher Cupp to write sports and other articles in the early 1930’s when it was a two newspaper town.
In recent weeks an article that Cupp wrote, that went nationwide, was shared in this forum. It was a great interview he did with Carl Hubbell which should have put to rest the issue as to where the Hall of Fame hurler was born. All the major sports publications had it as being in Carthage, Mo. but they were wrong as Cupp documented. Even five decades later one of Cupp’s successor’s at the Carthage Press, Corky Simpson, had a face-to-face interview, with Hubbell, who was still telling the story the same way he had done with Cupp when he was the all-star pitcher with the New York Giants.
But, this article is not a rehash of Cupp and Hubbell but one that intrigued me. This article appeared in 1943. For as long as I can remember I heard the stories that circulated around my hometown about the friendship that had developed during WW II between Cupp and the most famous male movie actor in the world.
Cupp was a fixture at all sporting events in town and covered baseball in Carthage during its time in the Arkansas/Missouri league as well as its entire time in the KOM league. It is no exaggeration to say that he was the dean of KOM league sportswriters. He also held the position of the official scorer for KOM games for both the Cardinal and Cub affiliates in Carthage.
Thus, when I came across an article published August 13, 1943 and spread around the globe by the Associated Press, I knew I had discovered how the link between Cupp and Gable came to pass. When writing one of my books I was interviewing a former player in Pella, Iowa. There came a time in the interview when the fellow asked “How did you write about Cupp and Gable?” For the few of you who have read my books you’ll know that subject didn’t make it into any of my published works
In researching that era I did find references in the Carthage Press where it would be mentioned that Gable was visiting in Carthage. One writer, for the Press, opined that the owner of Boots Motor Court ought to advertise on highway signs on highways 66 and 71 that “Clark Gable slept here.” He was sure that would cause ladies, traveling with their husbands, to demand they sleep where Gable did.
One night, in particular, comes to mind of the fellow I was interviewing in Pella, Iowa. I guess its okay to mention names. Duane Ballou recalled having an early afternoon lunch with his teammate Oscar “Pappy” Walterman. Shortly after the meal began Cupp came into the restaurant, the C&W, which was located on the north side of the Carthage square. That is only mentioned for the Tiger theater was located on the west side of the square and the Crane Theater was about a block east of the restaurant. As the two ballplayers ate, Cupp asked them about the previous night’s game and solicited comments about the opponent for that evening’s game.
Ballou said as they were finishing their meal the door of the café swung open wide and clad in a leather jacket and aviator cap stood a guy who yelled out “Fletch.” According to Ballou, Cupp went to the door, greeted the fellow and walked him back to the booth where he and Walterman were sitting.
Cupp announced “Boys I want you to meet my friend, Clark Gable.” Both Ballou and Walterman said they felt uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say. What they said was “Good meeting you” and then excused themselves and headed out to the ballpark. Can you imagine what their teammates said when told they had just met Clark Gable?
Often I’ve wondered what some young lady who was a movie fan would have thought had she recognized a fellow who had been on the big screen at the Tiger and Crane theaters many times. Some of you Carthaginians, from that era, may wonder how I’m going to conclude this story. I just did.
Now here is the AP story from 8/13/1943
Former Carthage, Mo., Sports Editor Tells of Raid He and Gable 'Enjoyed' Over Germany
By WILLIAM S. WHITE --UNITED STATES BOMBER STATION IN ENGLAND, Aug. 13 -(AP)—After he and Capt. Clark Gable had just been missed by a chunk of flak on a Fortress raid over Germany, Master Sgt. Fletcher Cupp, former sports editor of the Carthage, Mo., Evening Press and correspondent of the Kansas City Star, sent this message back home to his old boss: (Ed note: E. L. Dale Carthage Press Editor and later KOM League President). "As soon as this war is over, I'll sure be glad to meet that deadline of yours again." Cupp, radio operator and gunner' on the Fortress "Ain’t It Gruesome," yesterday was on his 15th raid over Germany when the flak burst tore through the ship three feet from where he was standing. It was a close call for the former movie star, standing near. It was one of 15 such bursts that the ship survived, but Cupp didn't know how near he was to the bad news until after landing back in England. "I had just left my regular position in the radio room to go back into the waist and fix a fuse," Cupp said. “I heard something like a tin can dropping and just thought maybe one of the boys had dropped an ammunition case or something. When we got down I saw the hole made by that tin can."
"Ain't It Gruesome" was "all over the floor." he added, ''and ours were the huskiest evasion tactics I've ever seen. I believe it was I he roughest raid I've been in yet, although they are all rough enough. You see, we were in the lead ship, and of course they go for that ship. "I understand we were up there for about two hours, but it seemed a little more like 20 to me. "The sensation doesn't change much; it. runs about like this: The worst time yesterday—as always— was on our way toward the target area. When we got over the target area itself, everybody was much too busy to think about anything but what we were doing. On The Alert Every Minute "Of course, even coming back you are plenty on the alert. The other feller is pretty sly about letting you alone a little while and then jumping you—sometimes just before you get to the English coast." Captain Gable, who went along to take shots of enemy fighters on attack for a gunnery training film was nearby as the-flak hit the top turret. "Captain Gable was standing within two feet of that turret," Cupp recalled. "That flak rattled around up there and dropped on the floor. I didn't see what the captain 'did; we were all pretty busy up there then." Cupp, big and redheaded, has been in the Army 16 months and three or four of those have been spent in England. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Cupp, live on RFD 1, Carthage, Mo
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Encouragement to write another Flash Report:
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Well done my friend. Your stories and humor are well appreciated. Jason Wallace—Grandson of Bob Saban—former member of the Carthage Cubs and numerous other teams.
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John, Thank you for all the info and great photos of the past and all of your photos w/that wonderful Canon. You are a remarkable man to keep history going of the KOM and all the really good baseball that was played in towns in Kansas, Oklahoma, and Missouri, in the 40's, 50"s and 60's. You are very special....,.THANK, THANK, AND THANK YOU Norris Dorsey. Wood River, Ill.
Ed reply:
Well, it is great hearing from Norris Dorsey on a snowy day in March. Glad you enjoy the photos. My camera is a Nikon and I do have a lens about the size of a cannon but it is made by Sigma.
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Three or four other folks sent along messages that I interpreted as meaning they would like to hear the full story of the young man who was born in Joplin and left there when his mother died. If you recall his father re-married (maybe) and headed west with a ‘pocket full of money” and got as far as El Paso, Texas before dumping the young boy.
When starting to delve into the details of the abandonment of the young man I said to myself “self” I have plowed this same ground in the past. Calling on the memory power at my disposal I looked up the telephone number of a reader who dropped off the “reception” list a few months ago. In making the call I found the person wasn’t mad at me or fed up with the reports but rather he had changed his e-mail address. As a result of that contact here is the message received.
“Hi John, good to hear from you again. I was concerned that you had discontinued the KOM Reports and retired to other interests. So, now I’m catching up on reports missed and find them very interesting. As you probably know I was an avid fan of both the KOM and Western Association Leagues. Especially, with the Joplin Miners I had the opportunity to see some future major leaguers and some guys who didn’t quite reach the majors but played at higher levels than class D and C. But, I still remember some of those in D and C who had a lot of talent but no luck. All this is to let you know that I sure would like to be on your report list again.
I reread the McKibben story you researched. My Stepfather, Earl McKibben, was born and raised near what was Picher, OK and had quite a number of relatives there for some time. However, most of them later moved to Arizona and California. My twin brother, Jerry, and I played in the four states area from ages 9 to 24 after which we both got married and moved to different parts of the country. During our early years we were not legally McKibbens. Rather our birth name was Jackson. We discovered this when we both enlisted in the Webb City Company of the National Guard. You might imagine the shock of this revelation and the subsequent conversations within the family. An adoption process followed and all was made well and whole. While I know the McKibben families, I know none of the
Webb City area Jackson’s.
John, this is unquestionably more than you wanted to know, so I’ll bring this to a halt. Just to add, when my brother and I visit we replay some of the past games and marvel at how good we were. Isn’t it amazing how old age memories and reality collide and produce stories about things that never happened as now told?
Please keep up your good work and add me to the active list. Thanks much. Gene McKibben-St. Peters, MO
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Altering the history of the KOM rosters
All of the research undertaken regarding the McKibbens had to do with a person identified as Harve McKibben in all KOM league historical records. He was always referenced in the Miami newspaper as being an Indian lad. He was born in 1922 at Quapaw, Okla. and was a star athlete at Miami, OK high school before serving in WW II with two older brothers.
At this juncture I’m setting the historical narrative on the Miami, Okla. and KOM player straight. The fellow’s full name was John Harvey McKibben III and was born March 14, 1922 in Lincolnville, Okla (Notice how that fact was made to coincide near the current date.) John Harvey McKibben the first was born in Ohio, in 1854, and then moved to Appleton City, Missouri. There he had a son John Harvey II in 1891. From Appleton City a number of the McKibben’s moved to Indian Territory where John Harvey Jr. farmed until he found the minerals beneath the surface were more valuable than the grass his cows were eating. He became a very successful miner and developer of mines.
In 1920 John Jr. married a full-blood Indian by the name of Anna Quapaw. Their first son was named after his father and grandfather. Thus, John Harvey McKibben III was half-blooded Quapaw. His maternal grandmother was named Mes-kah-na-ba-nah and for short she was called Minnie.
John Harvey McKibben III was one of only four players, from the Miami club of 1946, who the Brooklyn Dodgers selected at the end of that season to play in their organization in 1947. The 1946 Miami-Brooklyn relationship was like a lot of post-war agreements made between big league and minor league teams. In this case Brooklyn gave Miami $1,000 seed money for 1946 and in return they got to select six players from that team at the close of the season. As it turned out Brooklyn was only impressed with four enough to sign them for 1947.
Harvey McKibben, the Miami baseball player died Feb. 19, 1965 in Tulsa, Okla. but up to shortly before his passing he lived in Colorado Springs, Colorado He had an older first cousin, Harold John McKibben, and the following is about him. Harold’s father was named Norman and he got his first name from a great uncle who died July 1, 1863 at the Battle of Gettysburg. This will all unfold, in chapters, on a weekly basis, until the story can be put to rest.
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Harold John McKibben becomes and “unbecomes” Juan Chavez
Primary Resource: El Paso Evening Post September 14, 1927 page 1.
Harold John McKibben, 21, who says he lived for 17 years under the impression that he was the son or Manuel Gomez Chavez, wealthy Parral, Chih., rancher, today, planned a nationwide search for his parents. He said he will ask newspapers throughout the country to broadcast his strange story. A faint hope that his mother may be alive was fanned to life, he said by Mrs. G. F. Cole, 3707 Durazno, who kept the boy for three weeks after he was abandoned in 1910 by his father and step-mother when he was four years old “She said my mother may be| alive, though that is only a surmise," he said. "Others who knew my father say my mother is dead.”
The young man is awaiting the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Chipps, who are due home from, California in a few days. He was abandoned by his father and stepmother at a rooming house Mr. and Mrs. Chipps ran in 1910. Meanwhile a report that his father may have come here from Joplin, Mo., is being investigated.
Mrs. Cole and Victor Benedetti at the Hotel Savoy declared that there can be no question about the identity of the young man after they saw him today. (His) parents went away "As a baby in rompers he played with my dog at the Hermes rooms,' which Mr. and Mrs. Chipps operated,” said Benedetti. “His father and step-mother disappeared, leaving him with Mrs. Chipps. They never have been heard from.
"Mrs. Chipps wanted to keep him, but decided she couldn't care for him because they were building an apartment house and she was busy. “Manuel Gomez Chavez, Parral rancher, took the boy. Four years later he brought him to El Paso. The child spoke nothing but Spanish and had forgotten us." Trying to stir memories Benedetti took McKibben for a stroll past the old rooming house at Overland and Stanton. But the young man remembered nothing definite about his early life. Benedetti has a photograph of the boy of four which Mrs. Chipps had made when he was turned over to Gomez Chavez.
Mrs. Cole planned to adopt the child and kept him for three weeks. Then she changed her mind. She kept a photograph of the boy’s father which was in the child's hand bag. She said she forgot to put it back when he was returned to Mrs. Chipps. Today she gave the picture to McKibben. “He was a happy, bright little fellow," she recalled. "He was right at home among strangers.” After Mrs. Cole decided she couldn't adopt him, the late Mrs. Albert Steinwach of Juarez kept the boy for a few days. It was at Mrs. Steinwach’s rooming house that the Parral rancher first saw him. “The boy looked so much like the rancher that he decided to adopt him,” said Mrs. Cole.
El Paso editor’s note: How he felt when he discovered last week that he is an American, after he had lived for 17 years as a Mexican with a Mexican name at Parral, Chih., and Mexico City, was described today by Harold John McKibben to an El Paso Post reporter. His authorized story, as he told it, follows:
By HAROLD JOHN M KIBBEN-- As far back as I can remember I have always felt alone, even as a child I was always sad. There seemed to be something that I had missed in life. As a boy at Parral, Chih, where I was reared, and in the field as a member of Pancho Villa's revolutionary forces at the age of 16 I felt that I was not born to that life. I was constantly groping for something—I did not know what. All alone and my associates seemed to consider me a person apart from themselves. They called me "The Gringo.” Perhaps it was because of my actions. Maybe the person who first called me by that name knew the story of my origin, though I did not know it then.
Then came the day when Manuel Gomez Chavez, who reared and educated me as a Mexican, told me I couldn't enter Mexican politics because I was American born. It is impossible to describe how that news thrilled me. I knew I had found part of that intangible something which had caused me to feel sad and lonely when I should have been a happy, carefree boy. Yearns for Mother. When I read the copy of a court order which placed me in the custody of Manuel Gomez Chavez I felt that I must begin a search for my parents. It is real parental love that I have been wanting all these years. My instinct was crying for the love of a real mother, though I did not know it. That yearning has caused me to resolve to forgive my father for abandoning me when I was a baby. Three days and two nights on the train from Mexico City to El Paso felt like an eternity. I lived a lifetime. I could not begin my search soon enough. A passenger offered me a cigaret and I smoked for the first time in my life.
I am not unappreciative of the things the people who reared me did for me. But I feel that I have lost much of my life—much of the things other boys accept as commonplace and in ordinary parts of family life. It is too late now for me to go to a university. So I will attempt to continue my career in the literary world. I will write stories and a book of Mexican stories. That may be the means of finding my father. He may see my name somewhere. Two pictures of Harold John McKibben. One was taken after his parents abandoned him when he was four years old. The other picture was taken today.
The saga continues, courtesy of the El Paso Herald September 13, 1927
Youth’s Mother Dead; Stepmother Beat Him, Records Reveal is an American-- Secrets of the strange and shrouded life of Harold John McKibben, American youth, whose story electrified El Pasoans and whose 21 years of existence eclipses the romantic and picturesque lives of adventurers and swashbucklers of fiction, were revealed Tuesday in a search of musty records at the county clerk’s office.
How the mother of the lad died when he was but a few weeks old; how a woman, purported to be the wife of his father, whipped, mistreated and half-starved him, and how the child was finally abandoned are disclosed in a court petition found among the manifold records of the county.
J. A. Chipps, former Juarez saloon man and owner of an apartment house at 205 West California street, who is now visiting in California, and the petitioner, said in the instrument that the woman purporting to be the wife of the child’s father left the boy with his wife for a few hours while she went downtown shopping and that it was the last he ever heard of the couple.
The petition on which the order to turn the child over to Manuel Gomez. Chavez, a wealthy Mexican. living near Parral, Mexico, follows:
State of Texas—County of El Paso. “Before me, the undersigned authority sworn on oath deposes and says: “That Harold John McKibben is a minor of the age of four years; that he has been abandoned by his parents, and has not the proper parental care and guardianship. That “That on or about the 1st off June, 1910. the father of said child came to the house of affiant, with the child and some woman, purporting to be his wife; that the mother of the child died when he was but a few weeks old; that said woman mistreated the said child and whipped him and did not give him sufficient food; that the affiant and his wife helped care for and feed and clothe said child when said parties were in the house of affiant; that on or about the 30th of June, 1910. the woman purporting to be the wife of the father of said child, came to the wife of affiant and asked her to take care of said boy for a few hours until she returned from downtown; that this is the last affiant ever heard of or saw said parties; that they have abandoned said child; that affiant has cared for said child from said date to the present time, but owing to the condition of his wife as to health, is not willing to longer care for him. “Wherefore your affiant prays that said child be declared a neglected child and that the court make such record in regard to the disposition of said child as may appear best for his physical and moral welfare. “J. A. Chips. ‘Sworn to and subscribed before me this day of September. 1910. “Albert S. Eylar. County Judge.”
A search of the county records failed to reveal a record that Gomez had adopted the boy although the juvenile court record of the case, which Gomez gave to the lad, was found. The juvenile record shows that the petition of Mr. Chipps, charging McKibben with being a neglected child and the order that he be turned over to the care and custody of Mr. Gomez, who shall at all times be responsible for the education and maintenance of the child subject to the order of the court, was heard. A notation at the bottom of the juvenile record, the writing of which, court house attaches said, is judge Eylar’s, says, “Party to whom child was given is a wealthy Mexican living near Parral, Mexico. Wife speaks English. Have no children. Will adopt boy. ” The record, which McKibben has in his possession and which lie says Gomez gave him, is an order by judge Eylar turning the child over to the care and custody of Gomez, attaches at the clerk's office said.
Although no records of adoption were to be found, the attaches stated that persons are not required to record such papers and that the majority of adoptions are not recorded, It was explained that many persons prefer not to record adoptions, as they don’t want the children to find out their relationship.
Chris Aranda, jr., deputy county clerk, said that the county judge ordinarily does not give adoptable children to persons wishing them, but that he sometimes makes out the adoption papers. An El Paso woman, who refused to be quoted, said she knew that Gomez adopted McKibben. She maintained that the youth "as not giving Gomez fair play, and that she knew personally the lad had been well taken care of by the Parral rancher. To the complaint that young McKibben is not showing the proper appreciation and respect for Gomez, the youth said: “1 certainly do respect and appreciate Gomez. I certainly appreciate all that he has done for me. But since I have learned that I am an American, I naturally want to find my parents and live in the United States.” Judge Eylar said Tuesday that he remembered the proceedings when McKibben was turned over to Gomez. ‘I and other interested persons thought that we were very fortunate in obtaining s home for the boy with Gomez. “Gomez was a millionaire and had the best of recommendations. I distinctly remember that the child was extremely bright and we often wondered why American parents would desert him. My recollection is that the child was of Irish-American blood. “There is no question in my mind about the boy being born in the United States and that he is an American.”
“Chipps and I often talked about the child and his foster parents. He told me that they loved the boy and that he was getting along fine.” Judge Eylar said that he did not know whether McKibben had been adopted by Gomez. The question of whether McKibben is an American is being investigated by immigration officials. A. J. Milliken, inspector in charge of the Santa Fe street bridge, U S. immigration service, said that if the boy’s father was an American, his mother a Mexican and born in Mexico, he was a Mexican and not a citizen of the United States. “If the boy was born in this country he is an American,’’ inspector Milliken said. “I do not think the boy or the court acting for him could commit an overt act that is depriving him of his U. S. citizenship, in turning him over to guardians in another country.” McKibben only this week learned his nationality, that his mother is dead, and that his father may still be living. He immediately came to where he arrived Sunday, at Hotel Rio Bravo. Monday evening he came to El Paso, his unmistakably American features allowing him to pass the Santa Fe street bridge without question, despite passport restrictions. “I have come to my country to live, and also to protest against a system which allows an American boy to be sent to live in country, and to have it kept from him,” McKibben said.
“I was raised as Gomez’s son.” McKibben said “Although I don’t recall that he ever told me that I was his son that is the impression I received of course. Gomez had no other children.
“Now that I know who I am, I recall dimly that as far back as I could remember I knew a few English words and I have always known the English phrase, “Not dead, but gone before,” although I have no idea where I learned it or where it came from.
An old servant I had once told me that when I was young I always spoke English and as far back as I can remember I had a Baby ring with the initial “H” on it.
When I was in the revolution the soldiers nicknamed me the “The Gringo,” because of my light complexion. But of course I never suspected that I was an American that Gomez was not my father.
“When I was 12 years old Gomez and his wife brought me to Juarez and El Paso.” “Perhaps Gomez was required to report to the judge who made his your guardian,” it was suggested to McKibben. For a moment the youth seemed lost in thought.
“I remember Gomez took me to a place that he told his wife to wait outside for him. When he returned to his wife, who had waited in a car or carriage, I don’t just recall which, he said to her in Spanish, ‘I was afraid they were going to take the boy away from me.’”
When 16 years of age, McKibben became a soldier under a General Garcia, a relative of Gomez’s, he said and fought with Villa throughout the revolution, being wounded twice and one time barely escaping from a firing squad.
“I was put in a prison at Torreon along with other prisoners,” McKibben said, “an order was received to shoot all the prisoners above the rank of second sergeant. I was a second sergeant, so escaped.
“Gomez treated me harshly at times when I was a boy, “the youth continued “but after I was 16, he did not whip me anymore. Part of the time he lived at Parral and at other times in Mexico City.
“I had attended the ‘Anexo a la Normal’ school in Chihuahua City for three years previous to entering the army and had learned some English for I had forgotten all I knew of it as a child.
“About four years ago I entered the military academy at Mexico Cit. I went to school there for about six months. When I left the school I took a position with Camus and company, a dramatic company.
“Still later I wrote stories for the Democrata newspaper of Mexico City. 1 wrote tales for the Sunday paper. I had started writing when I was 11 years old and had had some articles published in ‘Minutillo.’ another Mexico City paper.
“Gomez did not like to have me write. lie told me it was better to learn business than to write poems. Of course, I tried to write poems at all times of day and night and you could hardly blame him for that.”
Politics seemed to McKibben to offer wide possibilities and he was laying his plans to enter that field last week when happened to see Gomez in Mexico City. “1 had not seen but about twice in four years. He asked me why 1 did not come to see him. When I went to his house he handed me a paper and said. ‘You know English. Can you translate that'.” The paper, McKibben said, was the record of the adoption.
“After reading the paper I was almost too surprised to question Gomez.” McKibben said. “I asked him why he had not told me before and he said that he liked to have me a Mexican. He always did say I was the brightest boy he knew.
“I had about 4,000 pesos. I gave them to him. He said that he didn't want any money, but I told him that was to pay him for my schooling and for having taken care of me.
“That was a week ago. I got on a train to come to the United States. It is my country. Of course I will have to start my life all over again, but I prefer to live among my own people.
“Perhaps I am not the only American boy who has been given to Mexican guardians and kept in that country ignorant of his identity,” McKibben said. “It is not right that a boy should be kept in ignorance of his nationality or his parentage.
“I want to get work so that I can make money and go to school here, but, of course, I want to find out who my people are.”
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Tune in next time
In the forthcoming episodes we’ll learn what happened to the American lad after he found his true identity. Was it good, bad or indifferent? Here is a clue—it was that and more and the final item I have uncovered left me exclaiming “What?”
This story should be wrapped up by the time the summer heat arrives.
Western Marsh Harrier (Circus aeruginosus) male display flight Germany_w_0040
It's that time again, when our Marsh Harriers return from Africa & Iberia to get read for the coming breeding season. Males, like this lovely adult, arrive first, patrolling their 'patch' calling as they fly in soft nasal-whining call repeated twice.
Although the temperature is still pretty cold with ground frost these birds will wait, assess what has changed since last season and generally feed and wait until the arrival of his mate or another suitable mate if she fails to arrive. Migration over long distances can be hazardous.
The western marsh harrier (Circus aeruginosus) is a large harrier, a bird of prey from temperate and subtropical western Eurasia and adjacent Africa. It is also known as the Eurasian marsh harrier. The genus name Circus is derived from the Ancient Greek kirkos, referring to a bird of prey named for its circling flight (kirkos, "circle"), probably the hen harrier. The specific aeruginosus is Latin for "rusty"
Remember God's previous answers to prayer to have faith for the ones you're waiting on. - Kevin Shorter
At the end of the first fit-check day, 12 days before launch, the prime crew of the Soyuz TMA-20 (Dmitry Kondratyev, Paolo Nespoli, Cady Coleman) and the back-up crew (Anatoly Ivanishin, Satoshi Furukawa, Mike Fossum) are questioned about any discrepancies, complaints or requests. These will need to be addressed before the next final fit-check,a few days before launch. Baikonur, 4 December 2010
Dodici giorni prima del lancio, alla fine della giornata della prima ispezione da parte dell’equipaggio, l’equipaggio titolare (Dmitry Kondratyev, Paolo Nespoli, Cady Coleman) e l’equipaggio di riserva (Anatoly Ivanishin, Satoshi Furukawa, Mike Fossum) fanno rapporto indicando le discrepanze che hanno trovato e eventuali richieste addizionali. Tutto dovrà essere sistemato per la prossima e ultima ispezione che avverrà pochi giorni prima del lancio. Baikonur, 4 Dicembre 2010
Credit: ESA
Sin Edición . Ne Ŝanĝita . Not Edited
Ciudad de México, México
Q&A: Knowing which way to follow, even is not clear
By the time I was finished with the goons in the Industrial District it wasn't even 11'o clock. If Mr. Patton was still in his office, I likely had time to talk to him as well.
I got to Patton Arms by 11:30 on the dot. I could see Arnold's office light was still on, meaning he hadn't left yet. I found a vent on the rooftop and crawled in. It was more cramped than most other vents, but I was still able to locate Arnold's office. I could see him enjoying a mug of coffee while filling out some paperwork. I gently remove the vent cover and drop into his office.
"Good evening, Mr. Patton."
"Wh-what, hey---oh...!"
He's jumpy and nervous. Not good.
"Mr. Patton, you have nothing to worry about. I'm not going to hurt you."
I pick up his coffee mug and sniff it. Seems he's having coffee with his whiskey. I lift my eyes to see him holding a small 9 millimetre pistol.
"I'd put that down before you make a bad mistake, Mr. Patton." I grab his wrist and take the gun. He won't be needing it.
"Look, Batman, I haven't done anything wrong... why are you here, man, you're freaking the shit out of me...?"
"Friend of mine went missing." His eyes widen immediately. "Her name's Zulu, you may or may not know her true name, but nonetheless, she is missing. Word on the street is she came in here a few weeks back with company. Know anything about that?"
Arnold slumps down into his chair and leans his head in his hand.
"Shit... you don't know already? You mean... Bloodfall didn't tell you...?"
Bloodfall? That's who she was with? This can't be good...
"What happened?"
He just shakes his head.
"What. Happened. Mr Patton?"
He sighs deeply.
"I think you'll wanna see for yourself."
"And where might I 'see for myself' in this case?"
"Antarctica."
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- are the questions for the answers we already have real questions? Or am I just trying to get away with murder?
-if cigarettes killed your father, is it possible that they raped your mother?
-If freedom is a lady, then are feelings a young girl looking for an husband? Or freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose? Should I talk like this?
- When I'll be dead, will it be useful to bring me a cup of coffee, so that I can come back to life?
-To defend democracy, do we also have to practice it?
-Is masturbation at least sex with someone you love?
-A part for the mistakes we make, are we completely useless? Why am I looking forward to be useful for someone?
-If we want someone to take care about, should we really buy a dog? And what about the human touch of a dog?
-If pop music is just the moderne way to say " fuck me", could we say rock music was just the old way to say "fuck you"?
-If she's got him by the balls, is it so bad, or it just depends on the grip?
-if someone shoots you in a dream, should he wake up and apologize?
-Is Texas No Limit Hold'Em the Cadillac of Poker?
-Did God create the man just because a dildo can't open tans?
-If she says " we have to talk about something serious", how can I be sure we do to do it dressed?
-Is Jazz a "form", or it's just a collection of tags and tricks?
- If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, are you the sucker?
-If they ask you "how many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man)", does it make sense to answer " twentythree"? More? Less? Would you suggest I shouldn't answer?
-In a poker table, can you lose what don't put in the pot? Can you win much either?
-Isn't it easier to fight against the bottle when you're drunk?
-If Elton John calls you and says he wants his shirt back, should you buy a new one?
-Is it possible to have a first date with a girl who's born after Metallica's Master Of Puppets, or then you have to say you like Bon Jovi and puppets?
-When it rains, are we supposed to dance in the time between a drop and the next one?
-Does the american dream smell like vaseline?
-I'm fully convinced that Silvester Stallone speaks exactly like Bruce Springsteen. Do they both look insane?
-Is a Jewish princess with sunglasses, a brand new nose and titanic tits a smart way to work it out?
- Does cheating get it faster or it's just an hangover we don't deserve?
-What would Eddie Vedder think about me now? Would he think about me now? Am I too old to worry about Eddie Vedder's opinion?
-If the Red Hot Chili Peppers published "californication" 8 years ago, is it completely true that I'll be 30 just in time fon another "californication"?
-Can the Radiohead be the ones to blame if I don't have success with girls?
-What am I supposed to do with a full of aces if he goes "all in"? Do you think I should act like a ragged clown? Do you think i'm numb?
-In the poker game of life, are women the rake? Or in the rake game of life, women are a poker?
-Can you say to a girl "we have a depravation agreement, you can't leave me now" and still wait for her to come back?
-Do we need friends when we're right?
-If you're a dogman, half a dog and half a man, are you yourself's best friend?
-Is the coffee smell in the morning a good reason to wait until she wakes up?
-Is a Jack Daniel''s without a cigarette an incomplete sin? I mean, is it worhty?
-Is it wisdom not to get drunk all togheter, so that someone can drive home? How many times we think it's wisdom, and actually we're just afraid?
-Am I just too drunk to write something serious, or it's that having a bottle in front of you will always be better then a frontal lobotomy?
Weel, all those are just questions to the answers I already have,,, I just wanna know your answers... choose a question, and have some fun!
Buses and low bridges don't match together very well. For some bus companies with a low bridge problem, the answer was single decker buses. But for busy routes that wasn't really an option, so buses were given special 'low height' bodywork that was about one foot shorter than the normal equivalents. This meant moving the upstairs gangway over to the right-hand side of the bus and lowering it, leaving less headroom above the lower deck right-hand seats but enough for people to walk along both decks comfortably. It also meant that the upstairs seats were in a bench of four - very inconvenient for the conductor to collect fares, and very inconvenient for the person sitting by the window who wanted to get off and had to ask three people to move.
So this 'lowbridge' type wasn't popular but it was a solution, and it lasted until bus manufacturers started in the 1950s to offer specially low-built chassis that were low enough to enable an overall low height and a 'normal' seating layout.
Leigh Corporation buses needed to be low-height: partly because of the many low railway bridges in the area and partly because the garage was built to enable only low-height buses to enter. Even after the railway bridges were gone, Leigh still needed lower buses simply because of its garage. But into SELNEC days, a building programme allowed some of the garage to be accessible to normal-height buses: and the low height ones could be retired.
The very last bus at Leigh with the sunken gangway and bench seats upstairs was number 6937, new in 1962. When it was retired by Greater Manchester Transport it was given a suitable send-off for its last service, and we see it here about to make its last run. The happy group are all GMT employees but we want to mention the gentleman on the left, Mr Roger Bowker. Roger was Leigh District Manager at the time and was shortly after promoted to head GMT's Marketing department where he was instrumental in setting up the partnership with the Greater Manchester Transport Society to create the Museum of Transport Greater Manchester. Roger went on to senior roles in the bus industry at Eastbourne Borough Transport and Stagecoach, but we remember him for his pivotal role in the formation in the Museum of Transport; for which he was elected Hon. President of the Greater Manchester Transport Society. Roger now lives in happy retirement.
If you'd like to know more about the Museum of Transport Greater Manchester and its collection of vintage buses, go to www.gmts.co.uk.
My photo red means 'i love you' is being featured on the Yahoo! Answers front page to complement a question in the Best of Answers module.
Thanks, Dave!
Yes, it was the Yellow-orange Fly Agaric (Amanita muscaria var. formosa)... the GUESS WHAT from two days before .....
A slightly poisonous Fungus or mushroom (or would you all call it toadstool then?) ... so not to use for pizza ... lol .... nor for mushroom dinners ....
Besides you want some physical problems ....or visions or deliriums ... it was used as halluzinogen in former times....
But beautiful it is ... one of the most beautiful mushrooms i know, seems to have jumped directly out of the fairy-tale universes .....
Sorry, the photographic quality is not the best. I have some wonderful pictures, taken with my macro lens, but somehow i cant upload them to flickr , as i am not at home and surfing only on a stick .....
So this image taken by the i-phone must do it for now ....
Wish you all great and tasty lunch - and dinner - meals ..... maybe mushrooms,, too , but not from this species ..... LOL
Zulu had to be found, I knew that. Mr. Patton's lead seemed to be the only real one I had. Acting on instinct, I followed it. I dug up a bunch of financial records of Mr. Patton's. One of which was a gasoline bill for a large airplane. Where had it stopped for gas? Just a few hundred miles shy of Antarctica. This made the lead seem solid, and so I chased it.
I readied a jet to leave for Antarctica within the next five days, with Alfred piloting. Only he could know of this. I packed the suit I had designed for combat against Mr. Freeze, as Antarctica would be consistently below -20 degrees.
The plane ride took a while. During the flight, one thought would not leave my mind; why WAS Zulu even in Antarctica? Least of all with Bloodfall...
Once the cowl was over my head, Alfred opened one of the cargo doors for me to jump out of.
"Good luck, Master Wayne." He called out as I plummeted down towards the freezing earth below.
I landed atop an icy plateau, giving me a good view of my surroundings. To the left it was, well...mostly ice and more snow, but to the right I could make out a small grey building no more than ten kilometres away. I decided there might be some decent leads there, if anywhere.
I glided down off the plateau and landed in a snowbank. Luckily, my suit took most of the edge off the cold. I could clearly see the building now, and I began to jog towards it.
When I finally reached the building, I was fairly tired. The door was swinging open in the wind and making a spooky sort of whispering sound, beckoning me inside.
Once inside, a sudden uneasiness hit me. Was Zulu being held here? Had she gone insane and become a hermit? I had no idea, but I didn't feel good about even being there.
I climbed a short set of stairs. At the top were several dead bodies of men in odd militaristic black armour. Strangely, they all held German Heckler and Koch guns. Interesting. As I continued down the hall, I saw several more bodies, until I nearly tripped over one. Its head was barely on its shoulders, the blood sprayed on the wall had dried. Weeks old by now. I glance farther down the hall to see a large blade stuck in the wall. I walk up to it and begin tug. It takes a lot of effort, but it finally comes out. I look down at it once and immediately realize something disturbing; the blade is Zulu's, and there is blood on the hilt.
"When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.”
Oscar Wilde
Yoko Ono's Wish Tree at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden