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View On Black The rush is really an illusion produced by long exposure. It was really more stop and go. this is one of the most congested stretches of freeway in the country. Glad I ride a bike.
Charles was going to have a rotten tooth out, but abnormal abdominal breathing led to tests to see if he would survive the anaesthetic. Seven hundred bucks later, we established what I kind of knew already, which is that he's a fifteen year old cat approaching his retirement in the sky. (As a buddhist, I think he might come back for another life, though........maybe as a yak in Tibet? :):):)........I really wouldn't be surprised if he made human birth one day either...........).
I figured, if I paid the money and there was nothing else now to be done, the least I could do was share this in the interests of scientific knowledge.
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I’ve stated rain in the title, but looking at it again and racking my failing memory, I think this was thawed snow. It accounts for congested nature of the water drops.
Congested, noisy and smelly downtowns have found a new urbane way to treat their citizens and visitors - the fused grid network (see Wiki and photostream).
It combines normal all mobility mode streets with pedestrian-only streets that recapture the feeling and the ownership of the public realm. They offer tranquility, a relaxed canter and social space for casual encounters.
At the same time they amplify the opportunity for windowshoping and shopping undisturbed by the unpleasant intrusions of traffic.
Landscaping lures and refreshes peoples senses.
Located in congested and dirty Chattawalla Gully (Umbrella Makers Lane), this small temple, built in 1905 is virtually obliterated by tall match box office buildings all around.
Bowbazar Street, in the 'Bow Bazar' neighborhood, is an east-west road in central Kolkata (formerly 'Calcutta'), capital of the Indian state of West Bengal. Many commuters use this road to reach the central business district of the city. The easternmost portion of the road is very congested due to the location of a vegetable wholesale market instead of using the bus. The street has since been renamed Bepin Behari Ganguly Street, however, the locality continues to be called Bow Bazar.
Born in Breslau, Germany, John Gutmann (1905-1998) studied to be a painter under Otto Mueller before turning to photography shortly before he emigrated to the United States, where he became known for his vivid images of popular culture. Gutmann brought a foreigner’s view to the streets of California, where he saw with fresh eyes such astonishing (to him) phenomena as multiracial crowds, drive in movies and restaurants, drum majorettes, car parks and golf links, beauty contests, tattoo parlors, street signs and movie marquees. He also took a notable series of New York City in the 1940s. In Germany he worked as a photojournalist for Presse Photo before his arrival in the United States, when he worked as a photojournalist for Pix, Inc. (1936 1963). A professor at San Francisco State University from 1938 to 1973, Gutmann won a Guggenheim fellowship in 1978. His work has been published in major periodicals and is held by such collections as those of the Amon Carter in Fort Worth, San Francisco’s Museum of Modern Art, and the Seagram Collection in New York.
This photograph is displayed at Pier 24 Photography in San Francisco, California. Pier 24, a renovated 1930's warehouse uninhabited for over 30 years, along the "Embarcadero" bayfront is quite possibly the largest space in the world today dedicated to displaying the art of the photograph.
It is the undisputed king of the Brooklyn skyline, the most populous borough's only widely recognized piece of architecture that is not a roller coaster. . . . [It] casts its shadow over the congested crossroads of Flatbush and Atlantic Avenues, towering a good 400 feet over almost everything in the vicinity and visible from the Jersey Shore.
Andy Newman of the NY Times wrote those words back in 2002, when the 512-foot Williamsburgh Savings Bank Tower was still the tallest building in Brooklyn. Things have changed dramatically since then.
The stylistically incongruous dome that sits atop the 1929 tower, intended as a visual reference to the bank's previous headquarters, was hated by the building's architects but insisted upon by the bank. Over the years, the dome has found its way into the hearts of Brooklyn residents proud that their borough is home to "New York's most exuberant phallic symbol" (Street View), lovingly dubbed "the Willie".
From the same Times article quoted above:
For the 16,000-odd customers of the branch, the basilicalike banking hall remains a pretty awe-inspiring place to fill out a deposit slip. From a 63-foot-high vaulted gold-leaf ceiling mosaic of zodiac figures and other celestial ephemera to the intricate wrought-iron biblical-looking men and women that serve as the legs of an inch-thick green glass counter illuminated by lamps hanging from stylized metal camel faces, the place dazzles.
But the building was more than just a bank. It also evolved into an unlikely hub of oral health; at the high point, there were "well more than 100 dentists" with offices inside these walls. By 2005, that number was down to 40, and most of those were forced out shortly thereafter, when a development team that included Magic Johnson converted the place into luxury condominiums.
Near the top of the tower, you can see "what was for decades the largest four-faced clock in the world". I'll wrap up this post with the closing paragraphs of the 2002 Times article:
The clocks, after all these years, still have a vexing tendency to run slow sometimes, and not even uniformly. One face can read perfect time while another lingers in the past.
Up in the control room of the clock tower recently, with Brooklyn laid out in dizzying 360-degree splendor just outside the door, the building engineer, William Harris, explained how this happens.
The four clocks run on separate motors, so there is nothing to keep them synchronized. "And sometimes," he said, "when you get a heavy wind, it can spin the hands." The hour hands, nine feet long, weigh almost 300 pounds. The minute hands are nearly twice that size. The wind is stronger. The strongest winds, Mr. Harris said, blow on the east and south sides, so those clocks have the most trouble.
As he spoke these words, at 4:16 p.m., the east clock, facing Fort Greene, read 3:58. Mr. Harris grabbed a large crank and wound the hands forward 18 minutes, undoubtedly puzzling anyone who happened to be looking up.
"That should do it," he said.
Allie has a sneeze and congested nose. She was given antibiotics. She is now sounding and feeling better.
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Grantham, Teaspoon, normally congested with traffic as the High Street narrows at a set of traffic lights leading to Market Square. Boyes Department Store used to be Marks & Spencers. The Teaspoon building is late C18th and grade 2 listed. Unable to travel far I have been documenting my current home town during the 2020 Coronavirus lockdown. The centre of town is near deserted - there are a few people around if you look carefully but most are staying away.
Grantham, Lincolnshire, England - Teaspoon, Grantham Pharmacy and Boyes, High Street & Finkin Street
April 2020
I think this was boat we took to the clinic in the bush; a covered boat was luxury! On the River Niger, this port was the crossroads at the river and a major east-west road. Everything was crowded. The main road by the river had a huge roundabout that was so congested that you took a taxi to one end of it, and to avoid a four hour delay, walked 400 yards across and got another taxi the other side of the jam. The river was all things to all men and women; thoroughfare, washing, drinking, toilet, fishing and some more besides! A 2012 Google search indicates a multimillion new harbour.
TOKYO – When Army Maj. Gen. James F. Pasquarette assumed command of U.S. Army Japan (USARJ) July 8, 2015, he immediately took initiative to personally meet the troops under his command as well as key leaders from his host nation partners.
Pasquarette's tour of his area of responsibility began in earnest when he and members of his staff boarded a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter July 10 from Camp Zama, Japan. Flying hundreds of feet above the congested highways at sometimes at level with Japan's sea of skyscrapers, Pasquarette acquired a bird's eye view of the American and Japanese military installations scattered among the urban jungle.
“We overflew Sagami General Depot, Yokohama North Dock and Hardy Barracks, said Milton Jackson, garrison manager at Camp Zama. “Our new commander now has clearer picture of the facilities, equipment and watercraft managed by the Army, and he can better understand where and how these individual installations interact with one another.”
According to Jackson, the USARJ primary mission comprises the rapid deployment of troops and materiel from one theater to another. As the Army's largest logistical hub in Asia, the command must maintain a streamlined sustainment system capable of moving thousands of tons of supplies and equipment via land and sea.
“Sagami Depot has rolling stock and Yokohama North Dock has watercraft,” said Jackson. “We must overcome the challenges posed by Japan's dense population centers by developing methods that rapidly move and load stock onto our watercraft so that we may better project our presence in the Pacific. Fortunately, our Japanese allies are willing to support us if a major threat or disaster called for a sudden mass movement.”
After a brief stop at Yokota Air Base to meet with Air Force Gen. John L. Dolan, commanding general, U.S. Force Japan, Pasquarette touched down near the heart of Tokyo where members of America's staunchest allies welcomed him with the pomp and circumstance befitting a general.
“On behalf of the JGSDF (Japan Ground Self-Defense Force), welcome to Japan,” said Gen. Kiyofumi Iwata, chief of staff, JGSDF, to Pasquarette after the two commanders sat in a decorative conference room inside Japan's Ministry of Defense. “We look forward to continuing our dialog of bilateral coordination between our two countries as JGSDF pursues its transformation into a dynamic joint defense force.”
The dialog consisted of one-on-one conversations with not only Iwata but also Adm. Katsutoshi Kawano, chief of staff, Japan Self-Defense Force, and Hideshi Tokuchi, vice minister of international affairs, Japan Ministry of Defense. The four men discussed previous achievements, current operations and potential challenges facing their respective commands and presented ideas on how to strengthen interoperability among their forces through combined training exercises and expanded service member exchange programs.
“We currently have several dozen JSDF service members embedded with [U.S. military] units,” said Pasquarette. “I believe extending this program so that our Soldiers can work within the JGSDF will further enhance our partnership.”
Pasquarette also ensured his hosts that the United States Army remains committed to its allies in the Pacific despite looming force reductions and ongoing operations in Europe and the Middle East.
“The Army recently announced that it will cut the number of troops in the active component from 450,000 to about 410,000,” said Pasquarette. “This rebalance of the force has no effect on our strength and readiness in the Pacific. Our alliance is more important than ever. That's why we're keeping our best trained and best equipped Soldiers in Japan and Korea.”
After a two-hour visit that started with with a JSDF band playing “The Star-Spangled Banner” and ended with a warm exchange of plaques and handshakes, Pasquarette and his team boarded a helicopter bound for Camp Zama.
“I have worked extensively throughout the Pacific during my Army career,” said the former armor officer and chief of staff of U.S. Army Pacific. “The JSDF consists of some of the world's most capable and professional men and women in uniform. I look forward to building stronger relationships with them and become a valuable partner in its transformation."
U.S. Army photos by Sgt. John L. Carkeet IV, U.S. Army Japan
This is the geriatric JRT that later developed peritonitis (post gut surgery). I hope you can appreciate the very congested (dark red) loop of bowel. We did not find a foreign body in there. We collected a biopsy and it ruled out cancer. The hardest part about this case is we couldn't get any answers as to cause of the congested bowel. In the repeat surgery, we had to resect the affected tissue and the dog has been great since. I had emailed this picture + history to the specialist and he imparted his expert advise and recommended resection of the affected bowel. It really pays off to consult a specialist when you aren't sure!!!
The third dawn in Mum's house, and almost certainly, the last one i would see from the windows of her house.
The family house.
I decided to sleep with just the camber-wick bedspread on, get under that, and all was good until I got under it, and dropped it on my resting body, and a cloud of dust rose picked out in the light beams of the bedside lamp.
You might recall I am certainly allergic to house dust.
So, I took two emergency squirts of nasal spray, and did get four hours sleep, but woke at three, wide awake and congested.
That was it for sleep.
So, I lay there for a while, then got the computer out, dod some stuff, listened to some radio, so the night faded and dawn came.
I forgot the house clearers were due to return to do the garage, but Sheila (the cleaner) was due to come round before nine to collect a key. But with a stack of things to do in town, I was worried there wouldn't be enough time.
So, I loaded the car with the collection of stuff I saved from the house, then sat on the wall until nine, and when no one had come, I locked the house and left.
Once in town, first call was a key cutter to provide a spare set for the solicitor, for when the time comes to sell the house. I then go tot he post office to get a mail redirection form.
Both tasks had taken less than ten minutes, not having enough time was no longer a problem.
I go to Starbucks for breakfast, have a panini and a huge flavoured latte with an extra shot. I sit at a table in the winodw, so I could look out on the street to see if I saw anyone I knew.
I didn't.
And in the three days, I saw no one else other than those I called round to tell about Mum's passing. You would hardly believe I spent the first 25 years in the town.
At ten I went to the funeral directors to finalise the details of Mum's cremation, and fix a date.
We always assumed that it would be well into November. But they felt keeping Mum hanging around for six weeks might not be kind to her, so we agreed a very short time frame, with her cremation at Gorleston on 11th October at ten in the morning. Meaning, we leave from here on Thursday evening, drive to a hotel in East Anglia,. Spend the night there, before driving up in the morning, then driving to London to drop the car off and going to the UJC to spend another night, then on Saturday, travel to Heathrow to catch the plane to Chicago.
Wow.
Meaning we won't be thinking about the funeral when we're away, but the healing process will already have started.
A wise move in the end.
But it is going to be tight.
Once I had chosen the hymn and details, I was asked about the walk out music: both my parents loved Billy Fury, so I said Halfway to Paradise.
And just thinking of it, I began to cry. The first tears since Mum had passed.
Where did that come from?
The lady said that it happens with the emitional connection with music.
That completed, I walk back to the Journal office to put in a new notice for the funeral, but the lady on the desk, about to be fired, simply ammended the previous notice to show the funeral details, so saving me £36.
Take that penpushers!
And I was done.
I could go home.
So I walk down the High Street for the last time, past the charity shops and empty stores.
I get in the car, turn the key and move off, driving into traffic inching over the bascule bridge, then down the spine road t join the A12, and head south.
The sun was shining, it wasn't quite warm enough to have a window open, but my mood lightened, even though I was beyond tired.
Traffic was very light, so the drive to Whickham Market where the good roads start, then cruise round Ipswich, down to Colchester, Chelmsford and to the M25.
All in two hours.
Over the bridge and back into Kent.
My plan was to visit Jen, but the A2 was blocked at Canterbury. So I go down Bluebell Hill, to the other motorway, then cruise down there, pas the usual familiar route markers to Folkestone.
Jen was there with John, and it was good just to talk to people, have a relaxing brew and unwind.
At four I drove home through the narrow lanes of Pineham and Guston, then home. Where there was the usual feline welcoming committee waiting.
I feed the mogs, then make a coffee. And sit on the sofa, not having unloaded the car. Jools got fish and chip on the way home from work, I buttered some bread for chip butties, made brews, so when she arrived home, we just plated the food up, and went to eat.
We walked lots about what had happened, of course, and the details of next week. A hire car was ordered, and so all seems set for next week. I had called my boss during the day too to keep her informed, and that come 28th October I would be able to do some work, then after the two lots of training courses, back to work as normal from the 18th November, with almost all been having done.
So, I had sorted out just about everything in three days. Not a bad job, but I was drained, more tired than I had ever felt before. We listened to Marc Riley, then went to bed at nine.
The bulding here has been replaced by the concrete monstrosity directly behind it, but the row of old shops in the foreground has been allowed to stand still. This is probably due to the lease agreements for the shops still being in force, or to give the owners time to find new shops. (Pune/ Poona, July 2007)
Electrical cables. Machine-part shops. The Hauz Qazi police station compound. And the tender and infinitely graceful Mubarak Begum mosque. It makes for a daydream view, with no connection to its uncivilized surroundings.
Situated in a congested bazaar of Old Delhi, the mosque’s feet don’t touch the ground. The green entrance door is tucked between two shops selling nuts, bolts, cables, and welding rod electrodes. A flight of steep stairs leads to a courtyard, the sudden openness of which comes as a pleasant surprise.
The courtyard has an ablution tank and two large pots planted with vines. The centre-piece is the mosque, in red sandstone. Renovated early this year, it is painted in a shade of brick dust. Its three entrance arches correspond to its three domes; they increase in size towards the centre. Cats prowl the parapet.
Built in 1823, the mosque was named after one of the 13 wives of Sir David Ochterlony, Delhi’s first British resident, who was known for his passion for nautch girls, hukkas (hubble-bubble) and Indian costumes [because of these habits he was also called "LOONY AKHTER"]. Mubarak Begum, a Brahmin dancing girl from Pune, was a convert to Islam. Besides being the favourite wife (some say she was just a mistress) of Sir Ochterlony, she was a principal player in Delhi’s cultural life. Dilli ki Aakhiri Shama, Delhi’s last great mushaira, or poetry soiree, was hosted in her haveli just before the Mughal Empire dissolved in 1857. Forty poets were present that night, including the great Mirza Ghalib.
It is not clear if the mosque was commissioned by Mubarak Begum or was built in her honour. It’s crudely nicknamed Randi ki Masjid; randi is Urdu slang for prostitute.
The dark prayer chamber inside the mosque can accommodate about 10 men. Its homely smallness emphasizes the theatricality of the domes. The floor is of marble, the walls are painted pale yellow and the Mecca-facing mihrab (recess) is in glossy green.
MCG Nurses do a final bloodwork compatability check on Alberta Ellis (left) and her son Eric Ellis the day before the two had their kidney transplant surgery at the Augusta hospital July 10, 2008.
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When Alberta Ellis was told by doctors in December that her kidneys had been damaged by congestive heart failure, she had not imagined how drastically her life would change in the coming year.
She had not imagined she would be tethered to a dialysis machine, having to rush back even from the grocery store to undergo dialysis four times a day – at 8 a.m., noon, 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. She had not imagined that the same machine that kept her alive would take away her freedom.
She had not imagined she would end up with three kidneys in her body, or that one of them would be from her son Eric.
Of the Ellis' three children, Eric is always the first to help out. When he discovered that his mother was having health problems, his first thoughts were to move home and see if the two were compatible for a kidney transplant.
Although he knew the transplants are often much harder on the donor's body, Eric never wavered in his decision. "There was no stopping me," he said, grinning at his mother.
On Feb . 6 , mother and son discovered they were a match.
"I kinda had the feeling we would be," Eric said.
"We matched right from the beginning," his mother replied.
The two went into surgery on July 11. Eric had three holes cut into him for his laparoscopic surgery. Mrs. Ellis left surgery with 56 sutures and a healthy kidney.
When Eric awoke in a hospital room at MCG down the hall from his sleeping mother, he was in a lot of pain, but another sensation overpowered it .
"Emotionally, I felt real good doing it for my mom. Once it was over and I saw my mom, I felt a sense of closeness … a sense of fulfillment."
The two recovered together, which made it easier to sympathize with the weakness and aches. Mrs. Ellis' husband, Edward, cooked the two soup and became their personal nurse.
Although Mrs. Ellis must take 23 pills a day and have check-ups to make sure her body does not reject her son's kidney, she will have the freedom to garden and travel – two activities dialysis took away from her.
Eric and his mother have a bond very few people can claim.
"I know this will change my life. Now I will be able to pick up and go," Mrs. Ellis said. "I'm just glad it's behind us and we can look forward to our life and be healthy."
Despite the large number of ladies walking around, I was able to point my camera around and shoot freely. It probably helped that my sister was with me! (Poona/ Pune, June 2011)
Hundreds of communities -- including some in Utah -- far from congested highways and belching smokestacks could soon join America's big cities and industrial corridors in violation of stricter limits on lung-damaging smog proposed January 7th, 2009 by the Obama administration.
Click here to read more about how the smog limit affects Utah County.
After a six year association with York, the FTR vehicles are set to leave the congested street of York for Leeds following refurbishment, at the end of March 2012. The only way I got this clear shot was by arriving in York on a Saturday morning when the traffic builds later in the morning!
Replacements come in the "shame" of 2007 registered Wright Gemini's formerly with First South Yorkshire at Rotherham and which operated on the flagship X78 Doncaster - Sheffield service. These will be the first Gemini's for First in York and supplement the existing double deck fleet of Volvo ALX 400's dating from 2002.
In the end First withdrew the FTR early. They did not last beyond the second week of March 2012, and the replacement Gemini's were crew operated in the same way as the FTR vehicles on route 4 from the University to Acomb via the city.
actually, it isn't that bad going into work, moves right along at 75-85 mph, sun in my eyes, kind of exciting with everyone playing cut in shoot and stomp on the break as they check their facebook accounts
A busy scene on this congested section of road, not helped by the council decision to remove signalled road crossings. On the left, a Solo operated via the City Loop on service 8 to Wilford Hill. In the centre, an Scania / Enviro 400 runs light to the Victoria Centre stop, while on the right a Scania / East Lancs vehicle picks up with a 27 to Elmhurst Avenue. Both the 43 and 27 were starting from their Victoria Centre stops due to a road closure on King St / Queen St.
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Entering Al-Ula
The streets were not congested and the homes reminded me of another time in Kuwait when the houses were much smaller and not as many storeys.
Balicuatro Wharfage and Terminal Corporation (BALWHARTECO)
Brgy. Lo-oc, Allen, Northern Samar.
By: joecard3 (November 4, 2011), For Philippine SHIP Spotters Society
This ferry terminal evolves fast and looks great through times.
From the Nepa hut offices, congested waiting area, small RORO Landing ramps into a concrete and big modern terminal I should say. Security is being improved, ATM machines inside the terminal were provided. And because this is a private port they have the discretion to increase payments in accordance with the existing ordinances of the government.
So that is why they progress much. Example a terminal fee of Php20.00 compare to the Php11.++ in government ferry terminals expect such a great improvement in a short period of time. But it depends on the management how they will manage and of course if they care the travelers’ convenience.
BALWHARTECO is again the nearest point to cross San Bernardino Strait between Matnog, Sorsogon in Luzon and Allen, Northern Samar. Your first stop when you are going to travel to Mindanao utilizing the Eastern Nautical Highway. More than thirty decades had past this area is very crucial to businessmen in which their cargo from Manila and from any point of Luzon, Eastern Vizayas, some parts of Mindanao passes through this area.
A raise of shipping company that provides services to cross the San Bernardino Strait. Some get loss in the game, other still striving to compete with the market that is getting smaller for them and some are new player in the area that has potentials. But we never knew what will happen next.
Time to time this area is getting more beautiful. Many motorist and travelers have a good memory in this place from the past until now. Long before with small size of fleet plying in this area, the travelers have to wait more time for the vessel to arrive and embark to cross the strait.
Today you will just count an hour or less to wait and soon you will find your place onboard a ship crossing the strait. You'll not get bored staying in this place, a cable television inside the terminal passenger waiting area, restaurants and at night there is a live band in one of the establishments inside the premises. When you get tired and nothing to stay over the night, you can find the best resting place as well. The area is well lit, so nothing to worry during night time.
BALWHARTECO is not the only port that operates in Allen, Northern Samar. There is one in Dapdap and other one still on the rise. But nothing to compete with in San Isidro the government facility that once being abandoned for several years ago and again in operation nowadays with one company serving the area with great possibilities to grow.
BALWHARTECO is still growing.
What happens when the M25 has been congested all the way home - camera perched on the dashboard with a remote and see what you can capture!
Louis Berger Iraq.
August 19, 1996: Louis Berger, 82, Who Built Engineering Concern
Dr. Louis Berger, an engineer whose expertise in soil conditions enabled him to build highways and even airport runways effectively on soft ground, died in Manhattan on Wednesday after a short illness. He was 82 and lived in Delray Beach, Fla., and Verona, N.J.
The cause was congestive heart failure, according to the Berger Group, the company he still headed at his death.
Dr. Berger, known to most as ''Doc,'' founded the company in 1953 and built it into a huge engineering, economics and environmental planning concern that employs almost 3,000 people in more than 70 countries.
Dr. Berger's professional success stands in sharp contrast to his modest beginnings. He was born in 1914 and raised, with three brothers and a sister, in Lawrence, Mass., where his father had a small glazing business. Money was so tight that he missed two terms of college because he was $100 short of tuition.
Still, he graduated from Tufts College in 1936, with a degree in civil engineering. He went on to receive a master's in soils and geology from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. In 1940, he took his first job, supervising construction of two large dams in southern Illinois.
In 1942, during World War II, Mr. Berger joined the United States Coast Guard, first designing waterfront facilities along the Mississippi and later commanding a Coast Guard base in Greenland.
When he returned from active duty, he went on for a doctorate in soil mechanics from Northwestern University and then joined the engineering faculty at Pennsylvania State University. In 1952, Dr. Berger gave up his professorship and opened his first consulting office, in Harrisburg, Pa. His first big assignment was to design part of the Pennsylvania Turnpike, the first turnpike in the United States.
A year later, he opened a second office and began chasing international as well as domestic clients, often training local people to work with him. Since then, the Berger Group, which is based in East Orange, N.J., has been involved in the design, planning and construction management of more than 100,000 miles of highway, 2,000 miles of railroad, and numerous bridges, airfields and other projects in some 120 countries.
He helped design the Rangoon-to-Mandalay Road in Burma, the 2,000-mile Trans-Amazon Highway and the Ovda air base in Israel. He saved the Navy more than $100 million by finding a way to use locally available stone to build a runway at U Taphao, Thailand, the largest military base in Southeast Asia.
Dr. Berger bowed out of the formal management of his company in the 1980's, but never stopped working on projects. In recent years he helped create a complex computerized design system, and supervised the building of the Second Bangkok International Airport.
Louis Berger is survived by his wife, the former Annette Block; two children from a previous marriage, Fredric Steven Berger of Chevy Chase, Md., and Jane Tallents Stonborough of London; two brothers, Samuel, of Stoughton, Mass., and Abraham, of Glendora, Calif.; a sister, Miriam Cohen of Israel; three stepchildren, and two stepgrandchildren.
.A heritage walk to Kashmiri Gate this Sunday morning was a different and a special experience for we got a chance to know and explore one of the busiest areas of the Delhi City. The area which is frequently visited yet less ‘known’, the area which hides various traces of Indian history but is only termed as congested and filthy.
We all know how rapidly urban spaces change. It was seems incredible, but our first stop, Nicholson’s Cemetery, was located in the area which was a battleground for British and the Indian rebels during the 1857 revolt. The cemetery has both British & Indian burials. If Brigadier General John Nicholson was known for his excellent military skills then Master Yasudas Ramachandra was popular for his intellectual excellence. Our next stop was, the remains of one of the magnificent gates of old Delhi-the Kashmiri Gate. The road through it led to Kashmir and so gave it this name; likewise it also lent the name to the neighborhood around it. In close vicinity to the gate were the remains of the wall of the walled city of Shahjahanabad. It is important to note that not only was the city evolving but also its wall and the people nearby saw various ups and downs in their life time as the city transformed. Not to be ignored is the Bengali Club located at the Kashmiri Gate? Once it was a hub for promoting Bengali culture, customs, traditions and festivals but sadly it is in a forgotten state. We then proceeded to a place called Bada Bazaar which is known to have houses of various Mughal Nobles and British officials before the bazaar came up. None of us could miss the charm of Lal Masjid, also known as Fakhr-ul-Masajid, projecting itself amidst the old archaic surrounding architecture. Our heritage trail then proceeds towards the old buildings of two famous colleges of Delhi University, St. Stephens and the Hindu college. Former was started by the missionaries to spread the English western education while the latter by Indians in opposition to British ideas. Right in front of us was elegant building of the St. James Church, whose property was looted and stolen by the rebels during 1857. A canteen and a field hospital were established here by the rebels. The church was established by James Skinner & the churchyard has the Skinner family burial ground as well as the grave of his good friend, William Fraser. Next in our stop was the bungalow of William Fraser, a majestic colonial building which is known to be built on the basement Ali Mardan Khan’s (important Mughal noble) residence. Now, passing by the old buildings of the city we reached an Archaeological Museum which was once an important Mughal and British building. Called the Dara Shukoh Library, it was later made into the British Residency. This is where David Ochterlony lampooned as ‘Loony Akhtar’ lived. A few steps ahead is the Telegraph Memorial and remains of British Magazine, both memorials for the British; the loyal and faithful service of their officials, whose important deeds resulted in controlling the uprising. We finally reached the end of our walk at the Lothian Road Cemetery, the first British cemetery in Delhi. Our journey was an attempt to unravel the story of bravery and loyalty, tracing both sides of the story.
(posted by Niti Deoliya & Kanika Singh, team members, Delhi Heritage Walks)
One more night in Memphis and we took another look at Beale Street. This time a lot less congested and a lot less intimidating. Altogether a much better experience. Ate in the Hard Rock Cafe. I know not very adventurous but it was decent. And a stroll along Beale Street led to BB Kings where we were thoroughly entertained by one Patrick Dodd. Amaze-ing!!! Terrific blues and made Beale Street feel so much more worthwhile. This guy is awesome. He's on facebook, so check him out and if he's ever in your neck of the woods and if you love blues you will defy love this guy... www.facebook.com/patrickdoddmusic
Before leaving Memphis for Nashville I wanted to visit the Lorraine Motel, the scene of Martin Luther King's assasination as I read it was a civil right museum. When we got there we met the most incredible woman Ms Jacqueline Smith. She has bee protesting there for over 22 years. I got chatting to her and decided not to visit the museum after all. Read her story she is an amazing woman. And I got a wee kiss from her too!!! :D www.fulfillthedream.net/
Next stop Nashville wooooohooooo! (At last!!!)
One more night in Memphis and we took another look at Beale Street. This time a lot less congested and a lot less intimidating. Altogether a much better experience. Ate in the Hard Rock Cafe. I know not very adventurous but it was decent. And a stroll along Beale Street led to BB Kings where we were thoroughly entertained by one Patrick Dodd. Amaze-ing!!! Terrific blues and made Beale Street feel so much more worthwhile. This guy is awesome. He's on facebook, so check him out and if he's ever in your neck of the woods and if you love blues you will defy love this guy... www.facebook.com/patrickdoddmusic
Before leaving Memphis for Nashville I wanted to visit the Lorraine Motel, the scene of Martin Luther King's assasination as I read it was a civil right museum. When we got there we met the most incredible woman Ms Jacqueline Smith. She has bee protesting there for over 22 years. I got chatting to her and decided not to visit the museum after all. Read her story she is an amazing woman. And I got a wee kiss from her too!!! :D www.fulfillthedream.net/
Next stop Nashville wooooohooooo! (At last!!!)
.A heritage walk to Kashmiri Gate this Sunday morning was a different and a special experience for we got a chance to know and explore one of the busiest areas of the Delhi City. The area which is frequently visited yet less ‘known’, the area which hides various traces of Indian history but is only termed as congested and filthy.
We all know how rapidly urban spaces change. It was seems incredible, but our first stop, Nicholson’s Cemetery, was located in the area which was a battleground for British and the Indian rebels during the 1857 revolt. The cemetery has both British & Indian burials. If Brigadier General John Nicholson was known for his excellent military skills then Master Yasudas Ramachandra was popular for his intellectual excellence. Our next stop was, the remains of one of the magnificent gates of old Delhi-the Kashmiri Gate. The road through it led to Kashmir and so gave it this name; likewise it also lent the name to the neighborhood around it. In close vicinity to the gate were the remains of the wall of the walled city of Shahjahanabad. It is important to note that not only was the city evolving but also its wall and the people nearby saw various ups and downs in their life time as the city transformed. Not to be ignored is the Bengali Club located at the Kashmiri Gate? Once it was a hub for promoting Bengali culture, customs, traditions and festivals but sadly it is in a forgotten state. We then proceeded to a place called Bada Bazaar which is known to have houses of various Mughal Nobles and British officials before the bazaar came up. None of us could miss the charm of Lal Masjid, also known as Fakhr-ul-Masajid, projecting itself amidst the old archaic surrounding architecture. Our heritage trail then proceeds towards the old buildings of two famous colleges of Delhi University, St. Stephens and the Hindu college. Former was started by the missionaries to spread the English western education while the latter by Indians in opposition to British ideas. Right in front of us was elegant building of the St. James Church, whose property was looted and stolen by the rebels during 1857. A canteen and a field hospital were established here by the rebels. The church was established by James Skinner & the churchyard has the Skinner family burial ground as well as the grave of his good friend, William Fraser. Next in our stop was the bungalow of William Fraser, a majestic colonial building which is known to be built on the basement Ali Mardan Khan’s (important Mughal noble) residence. Now, passing by the old buildings of the city we reached an Archaeological Museum which was once an important Mughal and British building. Called the Dara Shukoh Library, it was later made into the British Residency. This is where David Ochterlony lampooned as ‘Loony Akhtar’ lived. A few steps ahead is the Telegraph Memorial and remains of British Magazine, both memorials for the British; the loyal and faithful service of their officials, whose important deeds resulted in controlling the uprising. We finally reached the end of our walk at the Lothian Road Cemetery, the first British cemetery in Delhi. Our journey was an attempt to unravel the story of bravery and loyalty, tracing both sides of the story.
(posted by Niti Deoliya & Kanika Singh, team members, Delhi Heritage Walks)
Late morning on Monday, October 5, and we step off the train into yet another quite warm autumn day, this time in hectic Varanasi, at the eastern edge of Uttar Pradesh. Though we’d be going to Delhi/New Delhi on the noon train tomorrow, I didn’t realize at the time that this would be the last of my photo shooting in India for this trip. (We were in Delhi for roughly 48 hours, but I got sick from train food on the 18 hour journey between Varanasi & the capital. Since the capital seemed way too smoggy, dirty, congested, disorganized…I didn’t feel like I’d missed out terribly, though there were a few places I would have liked seeing there.)
I’ll finish this posting on a good note, though, and focus on Varanasi. Before getting there, I wasn’t terribly excited about the tourist attractions I’d read about, but that’s not why people come to Varanasi. Varanasi is to Hindus what Mecca & Medina are to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Christians. It’s their holiest city. On the banks of the Ganges, people come here to die, then have their ashes spread in the river.
Varanasi has a lot of poor and indigent people as well, who come and hope to be cremated and buried in the river, and there are a few places that serve as pseudo-hospices to help them. They tend to try to collect donations from anyone to afford to pay for the wood – it’s a specific wood they use for the cremation – so they can help these people.
So Varanasi is an interesting place. There are many ghats (ghat is like…a pier, or a place where you can access the river), and the most famous are probably Dashashwamedh Ghat (the liveliest and most colorful) and Manikarnika (the Burning Ghat). There are many other ghats, as well, and some have specific histories attached to them.
For me, the best plan was to stay in a hotel near the ghats in the Old City so we could enjoy the sunrise and stroll around. The Hotel Alka was my random choice, and it turned out to be good. It’s cheap, riverside, has a decent restaurant (though, as it’s a hotel restaurant, not as good as many of the others where we’d eaten in the past two weeks), and overall a comfortable room.
After getting checked in (and this place was pretty crowded), I took a shower, then headed off with a local guy who gave me a tour of the Old City. Now, a word on that… It’s not recommended that you go with any local who offers because most of them will steer you into various businesses, or towards people who are all too happy to try to get your money. I was very firm with this guy, though, and told him the maximum price I’d pay regardless of what he showed me, and that he should plan accordingly. He didn’t, and was a bit disappointed when I paid him exactly what I said I would.
The tour included stops at a few temples – they all started to look a bit alike after the second one – and at Manikarnika (one of the places where you’re herded and they try to make you feel guilty if you don’t fork over five million dollars to pay for everyone’s cremation). The last stop was at his boss’s store, well away from the old city, over in the Muslim Quarter, where I had to sit patiently through a whole lot of lecturing on textiles and their pleading that I buy the entire building. I tried to be as polite as possible with the last part, stating up front that I wouldn’t buy a thing before going in, though that disappointed them to no end. In the end, perhaps it’s better to go on your own…
After about four hours with my guide, it was already dusk and the city actually felt less safe than others. (There were a lot of police out and about.) It turns out that there wa s a religious ceremony that the police were banning this particular year for some reason, so there was a bit of tension. And since Varanasi isn’t a city that is lit up much at night, there wasn’t much to see, so I was glad to just get to my room and call it a day.
Waking early on Tuesday morning, I caught the sunrise over the Ganges, then wandered up and down the ghats for an hour or so. This really was an interesting experience as it seems the entire city comes to bathe in the river, and everyone seems pretty happy. There are plenty of boat tours, too, which I skipped, as I just wanted to take a walk.
After an hour or so of wandering the riverside, I went back to the Alka, had breakfast, and enjoyed my remaining few hours just watching the sun rise higher before heading to the train station for the unofficial (though still unbeknownst to me) end of this trip to India.
In hindsight, this was a terrific two weeks. Though I enjoyed Uttar Pradesh, I wouldn’t go out of my way to return here – unless going to different parts of the state, and I would certainly include a trip to Agra in that – but Rajasthan…I would gladly go back to anytime. However, India has a lot to offer, and I’m not sure if I’ll return here or go to different parts of the country. Anything is possible…
U.S. 41 - Int. 75
Kennesaw, Ga. 30144
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BEAUTIFUL LOCATION OVERLOOKING HISTORIC KENNESAW MT. 64 Large Heated or Air Conditioned Units - Private Combination Bath - Room Television and Telephone - Quaint Setting for Swimming and Wading Pools - Cold House Restaurant Adjoining.
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Alberta Ellis and son Eric Ellis walk hand in hand down a hallway at the Medical College of Georgia Hospital the day before the transplant surgery July 10, 2008.
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When Alberta Ellis was told by doctors in December that her kidneys had been damaged by congestive heart failure, she had not imagined how drastically her life would change in the coming year.
She had not imagined she would be tethered to a dialysis machine, having to rush back even from the grocery store to undergo dialysis four times a day – at 8 a.m., noon, 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. She had not imagined that the same machine that kept her alive would take away her freedom.
She had not imagined she would end up with three kidneys in her body, or that one of them would be from her son Eric.
Of the Ellis' three children, Eric is always the first to help out. When he discovered that his mother was having health problems, his first thoughts were to move home and see if the two were compatible for a kidney transplant.
Although he knew the transplants are often much harder on the donor's body, Eric never wavered in his decision. "There was no stopping me," he said, grinning at his mother.
On Feb . 6 , mother and son discovered they were a match.
"I kinda had the feeling we would be," Eric said.
"We matched right from the beginning," his mother replied.
The two went into surgery on July 11. Eric had three holes cut into him for his laparoscopic surgery. Mrs. Ellis left surgery with 56 sutures and a healthy kidney.
When Eric awoke in a hospital room at MCG down the hall from his sleeping mother, he was in a lot of pain, but another sensation overpowered it .
"Emotionally, I felt real good doing it for my mom. Once it was over and I saw my mom, I felt a sense of closeness … a sense of fulfillment."
The two recovered together, which made it easier to sympathize with the weakness and aches. Mrs. Ellis' husband, Edward, cooked the two soup and became their personal nurse.
Although Mrs. Ellis must take 23 pills a day and have check-ups to make sure her body does not reject her son's kidney, she will have the freedom to garden and travel – two activities dialysis took away from her.
Eric and his mother have a bond very few people can claim.
"I know this will change my life. Now I will be able to pick up and go," Mrs. Ellis said. "I'm just glad it's behind us and we can look forward to our life and be healthy."
Here is the media release... from the cycling promotion fund
Media Release: 18 Sept 2012
AUSTRALIA RE-CREATES WORLD FAMOUS TRANSPORT PHOTO
On Sunday 9th September 69 volunteers, 69 bicycles, 60 cars and one bus gathered in Canberra to recreate a world-renowned photograph taken more than 20 years ago to demonstrate the advantages of bus and bicycle travel in congested cities.
The captured image shows the typical space occupied in a city street by three common modes of transport—cars, bicycles and a bus—and is being made available free of charge to organisations, group and individuals to help promote the efficiency of public transport and cycling in congested cities.
“The image succinctly illustrates the greater space efficiency of bus and bicycle travel,” spokesperson for the Cycling Promotion Fund (CPF), Mr Stephen Hodge said.
“In the space it takes to accommodate 60 cars, cities can accommodate around sixteen buses or more than 600 bikes.”
While many developed nations are embracing active travel, Australia is missing major opportunities to develop efficient and convenient transport options that have significant health and economic benefits.
“Eight out of ten Australian adults still use a private motor vehicle to travel to work or full-time study, just 14% take public transport, 4% walk and a mere 2% cycle, with 30% of these trips in the cities under 3km” Mr Hodge said.
“If Australians continue on this path it is estimated that productivity loss due to avoidable congestion—the economic loss due to the amount of time wasted in traffic—will be $20 billion by 2020.”
The Australian photographic initiative was funded by the Cycling Promotion Fund, the ACT Government and online donations from Australians via the Go! Alliance website, also receiving in-kind support from Pedal Power ACT. The project used 69 people, as this is the capacity of a standard Canberra bus, and 60 cars, as this is the number occupied on average by 69 people.
“There’s been great interest from cities across Australia and we’re hoping that by making the image freely available this interest translates into wide dissemination,” Mr Hodge said.
“As Australia’s population swells and our cities experience ever increasing congestion we need to get smarter about how we use existing road space—including investing more in alternatives such as public transport and cycling—if we are to move people more efficiently and effectively.”
See photo below:
Contacts/information
•Stephen Hodge, Mob 0411 149 910, shodge@cyclingpromotion.com.au
•Peter Bourke, Mob 0438 871 271, pbourke@cyclingpromotion.com.au
•Download the Australian transport photo from [bit.ly/PJ0ZAD ], 1600px, 2400px and 3600px versions available for download.
•Australian Documentaries has kindly put together a short video for us of the making of the Canberra Transport Photo, see youtu.be/YEVaP-W4Vs4.
•See www.cyclingpromotion.com.au for more details.
Watch the Official Video here.. youtu.be/YEVaP-W4Vs4
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This is the one of the most consistently-congested stretches of road I've experienced since moving to Southern California. Many will agree with me on this (try a google-traffic check on it right now to see what I mean).
Picture as we made our way back home from a Water Polo game last Sunday at Norco High School.
Having said that: Traffic here in the US doesn't hold a candle to how bad it can be in Japan...(I spent 6 hours once getting out of a *parking lot*).
California State Road 91 somewhere between Anaheim and Corona, California.