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Seen at "Salon de la photo" in Paris, France.
This is a "natural" photograph, no edition (except cropping), no color enhancement.
Now you understand why Hulk Hogan net worth is this much. If only Hulk Hogan wife had not divorced him, it could be more.
You probably would have to click through this picture to see him, but this is a picture of my dad participating in the Selma to Montgomery March that took place from 3/21/1965 to 3/25/1965. I was 10 and yes, to answer your questions, my 9 yr old sister and I marched as well. I can remember bitching about my feet hurting and how nice all the people were that walked with us. One guy made canes from sticks to help the children who marched along with their parents.
My father was born in Birmingham Alabama but at age 12 saw 2 of his brothers participating in a lynching. He said he knew immediately that it was wrong. He became a minister and a missionary and he and my mom traveled across the world helping people and "spreading the word." His main goal was to create educational opportunities globally. Before I was born, they lived in the Philippines, the Belgian Congo (now just Congo) and in Oregon where they started a school for migrant worker's children so they could get out of the fields and be educated. He operated this school at night so that they could help their parents during the day. It's here where he adopted my brother, my sister and myself. We lived in Brundi, Bolivia, Honduras and Dominican Republic. He opened a school in Ybor City , Florida for incoming Cuban immigrants escaping Castro. While there he attracted the attention of one of the members of the SCLC who recruited him to move to Huntsville, Alabama and open a school/church for civil rights workers.
His message always in church, at home and everywhere was that we are all "Shades of Brown."
We didn't live in the traditional "next to the church" parsonage. It was too dangerous. Almost every day the combination of Church/School was defaced. Either by garbage thrown on the steps, people harassing those who were attending or going to school and on several occasions it was vandalized. The police did nothing.
When he was home, which wasn't very frequent during those days, we had a living room full of activists trying to come up with new ideas on how to make sure that the voting process was made fair and balanced.
While he was a minister, it was in the days that ministers were dirt poor. After he died and we were cleaning out his office, i found old w-2 forms and the most money he ever made was 12K in like 1976 and that was mainly from teaching.
In addition to his duties as a minister, teacher and civil rights worker, he was one of the foremost authorities on the Lakota Nation. Even today, papers he published establishing the locations and nomadic tendencies. It was while studying this that he met my mom, the daughter of a full-blood Lakota woman. You can google him to read up on his activities on behalf of the Lakota nation.
While at the time, I was a rebellious teenager who left home at age 15 to seek my fame and fortune, my parents never turned their back on me. My father was always the voice of reason and there are many times that I truly miss him. Unfortunately he died, ironically enough on the steps of an African-American Church on W. 81st street in NYC, in 1982, without meeting his 2nd grandson but his pride and joy was in my son David who he put all of himself into for those early years.
Sadly, after he died, my mom showed her true colors. After 46 years of marriage, it turns out that she never believed his message of peace, love and color blindness and became in her old age, a very bitter woman who died, old and alone as was her choice.
So my preference is to remember them during the days of my childhood and I am pretty sure my father is smiling right now because he would be very proud that this country has moved forward even after all the scars that were left in the 1960's, that the children, the grandchildren and the great-grandchildren of those people pictured here have truly overcome.
It took a broad, many colored village to come to this day in History.
This the only boy in the house. Kidd is a pretty layed back Cocker...content to climb up in your lap for a belly rub anytime it suits him. I don't think he quite knew why I wanted him in the rocking chair when there was no-one there to scratch his ears. :)
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17-December-2013 Addis Ababa, Ethiopia- 18 years old Senay Atsew, waiting for a bus to take him back to his home town. He is one of the numerous Saudi returnee kids. Senay is a native of the Amhara region.©UNICEF Ethiopia/2013/Ayene
Losie NYC/NJ FMR:
Him/Disturbed/Bloodsimple Listening Party at Hot Topic!
This is the HIM wall that this Hot Topic had which showed all of the available tshirts on sale!
While on safari in Chobe we came across a couple of guys fighting over a girl and I can tell you, when you are talking about hippo's, you want to keep your distance! By this point the hippo in the bottom left was badly injured however our guide said that if he turned tail to run, the other guy would probably kill him. Pretty full on but amazing to see the action. Wildlife isn't always cute and cuddly...
Chobe National Park, Botswana
what's odd at my home away from home, the Monterey Bay Aquarium? the cuttlefish is odd, but oddly adorable. he can change color, is intelligent, related to the squid and octopus. he seemed to find me pretty appealing too, and hung out with me for awhile. taken for ODC "odd"
Kang Guru (6981 m) and Chombi (6704 m), P6479, Kechakyu Himal (5542 m), Gyaji Kang (7074 m), then Nemjung / नेमजुंग (7140 m) and Himjung (7092 m).
Thursday 22 November 2018: Dharmasala (4460 m) - Larkya La pass (5135 m) - Bhimtang (3720 m)
Manaslu Circuit Day 15
Route: Dharmasala / Dharamshala / धर्मशाला (4460 m) - Larkya La pass (5135 m) - Bhimtang / Bimthang / Bhimthang / बिम्थंग (3720 m)
Camp: Shushma's Lodge
After 4am bed tea and breakfast, we set off in the predawn dark on the trail tracking below the glacial moraine ridge, dawn rays hitting Pangpoche, Larkya North and Manaslu.
Gradually we left the grass and soil behind, moving onto stony stretches that become bouldered. You pick out the route by the poles set up to guide winter traders through the deep, deep snow.
Hot lemon and great views from the Larke Tea Shop at 4850 m then on over the boulder field. The final approach to the pass skirted shallow lakes frozen solid, before a final climb to the prayer flags at the pass. Once there, we added our prayer flags then celebrated with “Bombay” mix and Green & Blacks mini bars of chocolate, and enjoyed a last look at the views east. Farewell Gorkha District. Hello Manang District.
The Larkya La descent was gentle to start – which was good because the views west are stupendous: Lamjung Himal (6983 m), Annapurna II (7937 m), Kang Guru (6981 m), Kechakyu Himal (5542 m), Gyaji Kang (7074 m), Nemjung (7140 m), Himjung (7092 m), Himlung (7126 m), Panbari (6905 m), with the Thoche / Ponkar Glacier and Ponkar Lake below.
But soon the path became steeper, still rocky, and we were zig zagging down into the valley towards the weird solid blue waters of Ponkar Tal, which disappeared as we got closer to the moraine walls and turned southwards - the trail follows the route of the Salpudanda Glacier which merges with the Ponkar Glacier and Kechahyu Khola Glacier a little north of Bhimtang. Rocks and silence gave way to grass, shrubs and bushes; birds reappeared.
Revitalising veg noodle soup at Dangboche Kharka, then the final downhill stretch to Bhimtang and its surreal sunshine yellow chalets.
Our tents were on the edge of one of Bimthang’s wooden fenced corals with fine views of the west face of Manaslu.
Teatime segued into rakshi time, dinner, then bed. A long day, but a great one.
Plenty of people here too - we were already heading back to the mainstream. From here on in we’d find ourselves in busier places, as we drew closer to and eventually joined the Annapurna Circuit.
Read more about my November 2018 trek in Nepal on SparklyTrainers: Manaslu & Tsum with Val Pitkethly.
Guenter Seyfferth’s annotated photos (26) View from the Larkya La descent to the west and (27) View from the campsite Bimthang (3710 m) to the south on his Manaslu Himal page have proved very helpful for captioning today’s photos!
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I picked up Cook tonight, and he will be hanging here temporarily this weekend while MHS tries to find him a foster home. I couldn't bear for this little guy at his age, to end up in a pound.
Cook is about 10 yrs old. He is a good boy who likes to communicate, play and interact with humans. He was treated like a toddler by his previous owner, an older lady who talked to him, pampered him and fed him her food. Sadly, she had to go to a nursing home that does not allow pets and had to part with Cook. Cook is a sensitive little dog who just wants to be spoiled by his human parent. A retiree/senior person or couple who can provide constant companionship to Cook would be best.
Cook is good with other dogs. He like to chase cats but does not hurt them.
Cook is looking for a foster/adoptive home that suits his requirements.
If you can foster or adopt Cook, please email info@mississaugahumanesociety.com.
Ash St | Avondale
Auckland | New Zealand
My grandfather (Pa) spent many years here making bets (or at Grey Lynn TAB), often winning big! He purchased three cars in the 1980's from winnings, a Toyota Corolla DX stationwagon for him, a Holden Torana for his grandson and for my oldest brother a Holden Sunbird! The Corolla was sadly written off during Pa's first driving lesson, he crashed it into a tree I believe. My mum often says when he passed away in August 1988, he took the races with him.
Over the years Avondale has seen a decline in many ways, especially at the racecourse. It is like a piece of Auckland that time has left in place, it is sad as this was once a thriving place. My mum said it was either the races, movies or the beach that is how Aucklanders spent their leisure time. Avondale Racecourse is not dead at all, the races continue and the Avondale Market but it has seen better days.
I for one love how it hasn't changed much, my memories of the place are very distant but mum tells me I was pushed around here in a pram often during one of my Pa's regular race day visits. He spent time at Alexandra Park and Ellerslie Racecourse, but felt most at home in Avondala as he called it. Pa got his whole church involved in the races, and almost anyone that would listen. He had dreams of winning horses, then would make phone calls the following morning to friends an say which horse will win! Often he was dead on the money!
Pa also followed the races around the country, traveling south by train to other tracks, sometimes with mum or fellow churchgoers. Pa always dressed smart, tailored suits and hat often with a Colonel Sanders (KFC) style tie or a velvet bungee-cord bow tie. He even had a gun, a 44 magnum that I am certain he carried with him.. it never had bullets in it but he liked to show it off :) His gun is still with us as is his hat. Mum says he is still remembered and talked of in church conversations to this day!
My dad (who Pa introduced to the races) said it was more the working mans racecourse, he spent many nights in the various bars that once were a happening place here. Mum tells me of the special ARA buses that would take you directly to the racecourse and back to the city, I remember seeing MAN SL200's with 'Races' on the blinds now to think of it!
Some of my more recent memories are of purchasing a heater at the Avondale Markets years ago. It is sad to see the neglect and decline but I love it the way it is!
In memory of my Pa 1914 - 1988
Info | www.ajc.co.nz/history.php
On this Thursday, December 26th, 2024, we see Hazzard Range Bulletin Publisher Brittany Romero and Editor/Senior Reporter Omar Grant talking with Hazzard Range County Sheriff’s Office School Resource Sergeant Blake Cooper who is working patrol with the school district on Winter/Christmas break, Blake on his way back to the unit after eating lunch at Law and Order Cafe ask how the move is going. Brittany tells him that “ 120 years of items is more than you think “
The Hazzard Range Bulletin is published once a week and has been owned by Romeros since 1919, but dates back to 1899. The Bulletin has only been going by this name since March of this year, see between 1899 and Feb 2024 it was called The Herald.
One of the few big changes Brittany Romero and her partner Lily did after taking over the paper from Lauretta( Lily's mother ) in the fall of 2023 The first major change was changing the name back to what it was called from 1889 to 1899 when its name was changed by Brittany’s great, great grandfather after he bought Bulletin and Mill newspapers and renamed them the Herald after a city he was from on the East Coast paper. They chose Christmas Week to move from the old location at the corner of Second St and Old Mexico Ave ( NM 308 ) which was its home since 1920. Its new home is in the Back Goat Mining Company Building.
The Back Goat Mining Company Building that they bought in March of this year. It was opened in 1890 as the headquarters for The Back Goat Mining Company. In 1911 the building was sold to Henry Williams who in the winter of 1912 was remodeling it into one of the grandest hotels in the state. Well, the fire and flood of late Feb 1912 dashed his plans, He survived, but most of his family did not.
He sold the building to the county and left the state. The county used it until March 1940, when The Works Progress Administration ( WPA ) finished the new courthouse/county offices, it was then sold and reopened by Oct 1941 only a few short months before the Hazzard Range County and the whole USA entered WW2. The Hotel did great business through the 1940s and 1950s, but with mines closing in the 1950s and Interstate 25 bypassing the county in the mid-1960s the Hotel closed. In the 1970s-1990s Rio Grande Mid Bank leased the first floor and the two other floors were unused. In 2000 the bank was bought up by a chain and a new building was built. It was bought by Billy Tack owner of Tack Properties in 2019, but COVID-19 dashed his hopes to turn it into apartments. ,
After remodeling the first floor Romero’s next step is remodeling the next two floors into apartments so maybe Bill’s plan will come true after all, but 4 apartments will add more issues to the limited downtown parking that has plagued downtown Sparta ever since the arrival of automobiles
One of the other changes Romero’s made was buying KRTK radio buying KRTK radio off of G.D. Enterprise in Jan of this year that move happens in March 2025, but luckily it’s right next door so the move won’t be as far.
G.D. Enterprise is owned by George Dallas “G.D. “ Born in 1941 to the late Thomas and Mary Dallas. He took over as president of Dallas Land Company in 1966 age 25, after his father died in a car crash. In 1967 G.D changed the name of the company to G.D. Enterprises. G.D. Enterprises owns many properties and businesses in the county He was elected to the Hazzard Range County Commission in 1990 and reelected 7 more times before not seeking re-election in 2022, He is married to his wife Lucy of 53 years ( married 1971 ) they have three kids Katy was born in 1972, Charlie 1976 -2000 and Clint was Born in 1988 he is a Deputy sheriff and was promoted to Investigator in Sept 2023.
Katy Dallas is the Manager of KRTK Radio. Charlie lost his battle with drug addiction in 2000
On this Thursday, December 26th, 2024, we see Hazzard Range Bulletin Publisher Brittany Romero and Editor/Senior Reporter Omar Grant talking with Hazzard Range County Sheriff’s Office School Resource Sergeant Blake Cooper who is working patrol with the school district on Winter/Christmas break, Blake on his way back to the unit after eating lunch at Law and Order Cafe ask how the move is going. Brittany tells him that “ 120 years of items is more than you think “ at the old location on the corner of 1st and Old Mexico Ave ( NM 308 ) which was its home since 1920. Its new home is in the Back Goat Mining Company Building.
The scene takes place in Sparta; the county seat. Law and Order Cafe is owned by retired Sheriff’s Lieutenant Joe Young ( 1973 to 2001 ) and his wife retired County Probate Judge Nancy ( 2002 to 2006 )
#1 Best Friend ;]
met him on facebook;he was dating my other bestie Zohal.
Weird
Silly
HAppy XD
& I LOVE him ;D
Concentrate on the 4 dots in the middle of the picture for about 30 secs.
Then, take a look at the wall and start blinking (it also works mostly without blinking) your eyes.
You will see a circle of light..
continue looking at that circle...
what do you see?
Video of him (I'll post a much briefer clip from it of where he says Steve Jobs is in hell about 3 minutes & 15 seconds in)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XS8FWcq6yIw
www.crytogod.com/homepage.html (though the man videotaping him said the guy who did their web page ran off and they are trying to get it back. Perhaps that is punishment for saying Steve Jobs is in hell)
www.sonriseroofing.com/about_us.php
www.sonriseroofing.com/profile_kevin.php
He has a Cry to God van
He protested the Pope in Washington, DC in 2008
In 2008
miamiherald.typepad.com/gaysouthflorida/2008/06/photo-gal...
www.bilerico.com/2008/06/god_killed_him_for_loving_fags_u...
mpetrelis.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-man-strumming-his-guit...
www.newsreview.com/sacramento/snog/blogs/post?oid=683570
www.boxturtlebulletin.com/2008/06/17/2224
He met up with a preacher in Las Vegas
www.sincitypreacher.com/Kevin.html
Articles on his preaching at SF State
xpress.sfsu.edu/archives/news/008674.html
xpress.sfsu.edu/archives/news/008410.html
xpress.sfsu.edu/archives/editorials/013466.html
He likes to preach at pop concerts
www.ontopmag.com/video.aspx?vidId=8300
He supplied banners to preachers in Australia
groupsects.wordpress.com/2011/05/19/us-anti-gay-group-sup...
He upset people in Pleasanton
www.pleasantonweekly.com/square/index.php?i=3&t=2963
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I am meeting my brother for lunch next week. I am going to take him this Bible that was our Dad's (dated 1958). Also, Dad's wallet badge from the early 1970's when he waqs first on the force.
My brother is a Detective with the same Police Department that my Dad retired from after 30 years. I think he will appreciate it more than I ever could.
Whenever I see him, the only thing I can think is that he is perfection. Whether he's sleeping, dancing, sitting, talking, crying, laughing, making love, what-have-you - the reoccurring thought is that he is perfection. Flaws and favorables combined. His skin, the slope of his shoulders, the spine and meat stretched over his rib bones, the patch of hair on his stomach, his fingers, toes and tongue - I could go on for a lot longer than you might like to read. I'm not sure I could ever explain what I feel when I see him standing across a room sometimes. It's not a constant feeling, I don't think that's what love is, honestly. It comes in waves, pangs, and enters my thoughts occasionally. He wasn't what I was looking for, but he was what I found and exactly what I needed. I think maybe someday everyone will know exactly the feeling I'm talking about. I think love is the pangs, the subtle thoughts, the knowing, the reoccurring realization that you absolutely feel something so strongly for someone, that it completely washes over you. You see the innocence, the strength, the weakness - all of it, and you know it's more than what you ever wanted, or expected. I hope someday someone gets a photo of that feeling, when the exact thought hits me. When you see my eyes, you'll know. He knows, you will know, too.
Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened.
Romans 1:21 KJV
The Village of Villa Park has this gazebo along the Prairie Path not far from us that I've never posted but should some time. They've decorated it with a big Christmas tree and cardboard representations of various elves from pop culture. These include the Keebler Elves, Dobby the House Elf from Harry Potter and the Missing Editor, Legolas from The Lord of the Rings (as played by Orlando Bloom), and, as seen here, Will Ferrell's Buddy the Elf from the movie Elf. Robin loves the movie Elf, so she had her picture taken with Buddy. I'm not really a big fan of Christmas, so I didn't have my picture taken with anything.
