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I LOVE these Kids!
This weekend the British Columbia Field Ornithologists (BCFO) Young Birders Club, went on their first overnight Pelagic Trip. We boarded the MV Frances Barkley for WildResearch's fundraiser and annual Pelagic. We birded the Ucluelet and Tofino area and saw great shorebirds including breeding Pacific Golden-Plovers, Short-billed Dowitchers and Red-necked Phalaropes.
I started this field program back in 2014 and in 2016 I partnered with BCFO. We kept growing and have 25 kids involved in the program now across BC. The joy these kids have brought to my life are tenfold.
This weekend we had 10 participants from all over the province, including Fort St. James, Tofino, Victoria, Kelowna and Vancouver.
The best part of the day was when Liam Singh spotted a provincial rarity, a Manx Shearwater during the pelagic. His great photos can be viewed here:
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Congrats to Liam for his amazing find and to all the young birders who got to see it. It was also great seeing the breeding Red Phalaropes, Pomarine Jaeger, Sabine's Gulls, Northern Fulmars and Pink-footed and Sooty Shearwaters.
Thanks to all the young birders for making such a special weekend for us all. We have memories that will last forever.
Thanks to Ilya Povalyaev and Warren Lee for helping me supervise the kids this weekend.
A big thank you to all the parents that support me and this young birder program and their kid's birding passion!
Looking forward to our next field trip (which is now FULL) in June to Manning Park!
For more info on future events and for any young birders who want to join click here: bcfo.ca/young-birders-program-field-trips/ and feel free to contact me at bcbirdergirl(at)gmail(dot)com if you want to sign up!
In 2018 I will be helping to organize the Young Birder Events and field trips at the International Ornithological Congress www.iocongress2018.com/. Here their work and achievements will also be showcased. So we have lots to look forward to from the Young Birders in BC.
One day the Earth will be
just a blind space turning,
night confused with day.
Under the vast Andean sky
there'll be no more mountains,
not a rock or ravine.
Only one balcony will remain
of all the world's buildings,
and of the human mappa mundi,
limitless sorrow.
In place of the Atlantic Ocean,
a little saltiness in the air,
and a fish, flying and magical
with no knowledge of the sea.
In a car of the 1900's (no road
for it's wheels) three girls
of that time, pressing onwards
like ghosts in the fog.
They'll peer through the door
thinking they're nearing Paris
when the odor of the sky
grips them by the throat.
Instead of a forest
there'll be one bird singing,
which nobody will ever place,
or prefer, or even hear.
Except for God, who listening out,
proclaims it is a goldfinch.
- Jules Supervielle
Translated from the French by Moniza Alvi
Textures: "Storm texture" by clive sax, "scanned transparent paper" by adamned.art, textured background by moosebite and "august3" by JoesSistah.
Taken in the Lower Price Hill neighborhood of Cincinnati, Ohio.
Many people from Appalachia moved into Cincinnati and settled in this area. The mural depicts the hill country and mines they came from with the road leading to the city of Cincinnati across the Ohio river on our famous suspension bridge (designed by the same person who did the Brooklyn Bridge) to their current and future lives.
We’ve made it 5 years successfully capturing her!
Here are the previous pictures: Birth, Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, Year 4
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A week ago, my wife gave birth to our first child. She’s definitely a welcome a...
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Who knows in which direction our nation is heading??
Over 300 million American's and this is the best we can do?
These 6 year olds battled the entire game. My son Luke (#29) didn't realize the kid across from him was one of the biggest and fastest kids on the other team. Didn't stop Luke though. Took the opposition out of the game and sealed a victory.
Someday I am going to invent something for a better world !
This is how they start, innovation and invention.
Thank You for letting me take this wonderful picture
These 6 year olds battled the entire game. My son Luke (#29) didn't realize the kid across from him was one of the biggest and fastest kids on the other team. Didn't stop Luke though. Took the opposition out of the game and sealed a victory.
The end of 2017 saw a flurry of activity in the south-east wing of Mitchell Building with great progress being made.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
I previously posted an image of Rahm Emanuel as Mayor 45%, but then I notice many people, including Terrance Heath, using the Mayor 1% moniker. This led me to produce this image.
Rahm Israel Emanuel, aka Rahm Emanuel, is the 55th Mayor of Chicago. Emanuel is a Democratic and served in the Obama and Clinton administrations. Rahm Emanuel also served in Congress representing Illinois's 5th district.
This caricature of Rahm Emanuel was adapted from a photo in the public domain from the US Department of Labor's Flickr photostream. The body and chair a adapted from a Creative Commons licensed image from Detroit Regional Chamber's Flickr photostream. The image of the slot machine on the sign is adapted from a Creative Commons licensed image by Infrogmation of New Orleans available via Wikimedia. The image of Emmet School on the sign is adapted from a Creative Commons licensed image from Josh K's Flickr photostream.
This staff work area, previously known as the Original Materials branch, is located on Level 1 of the south-east side of the Mitchell Building.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
Fantastic news! VICTORY in the heart of the Amazon!! The Tapajos mega dam has been cancelled! Thank you to the 1.2 million+ of you who came together on this issue and WON! Regram or Repost this image to spread the good news! 👊 ✌️ 👌 There are more battles ahead for the Amazon and for the forests, as we fight for recognition of Indigenous rights and to stop future dams. But together we are strong, and we can keep winning. #Tapajos #Amazon #Amazonas #environment #Victory #BreakingNews #environews #PeoplePower #SaveTheHeartOfTheAmazon #Brazil #nature #forests #ourfuture #rainforest #conservation #vitoria #munduruku #amazonia #Brasil
Children are our future, no matter where we live. I believe there is no job more important than being their protector, nurturer, and teacher. Teaching them to be honorable human beings. And what better way is there to teach them about selfless love, honesty, and honor than through our own example? I humbly applaud all the wonderful examples out there that are positively contributing in one way or another to the life education of a child.
The columns that line Level 1 in the south-east wing of Mitchell Building will be a feature of this space in the new Michael Crouch Family Galleries.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
This wing of the Mitchell Building is located on Level 1, in the south-east corner. It was officially opened on 20 March 1964. Interestingly it was originally fitted out as a reading room and exhibition space but was quickly turned over to staff who were chronically overcrowded.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
US Female F-16 Fighter Pilot Capt Zoe Kotnik
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Rolling ‘Em” with our future fighter pilots at Langley AFB #langleyafb #airshow #futureaviators #youngpilot #shoot #ourfuture #aviationlovers #patriotism #futurepilot #inspiration #youcandoanything
Workers continue to strip out Level 1 in the south-east wing of Mitchell Building to make way for the new Michael Crouch Family Galleries.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
(Read the entire text it the 'note' section). The playwright based “Dear Madam City Attorney McLean”upon his experiences/discussions with City of Santee, California, City Attorney Don McLean. The play examines the consequences of unethical conduct bygovernment lawyers. The play is available to anyone gratis!
TITLE: Dear Madam City Attorney McLean
! &n bsp; by Richard W. White
Copyright 1997; Edited, 2000.
CLASSIFICATION:Three-act, contemporary political drama
RATING: G
CAST: RICK - male, near fifty; thin; worn;
McLEAN – male, used to giving orders.
TAX LADY - female; self-assured; over bearing;
Ms. HOWARD - female; handsome; well dressed.
GEORGE - friendly; city cowboy; well fed.
LENGTH:50 minutes, plus or minus.
REQUIREMENTS: Permission to produce “Dear MadamCity Attorney McLean” is granted to any public or private school or theater.The playwright asks to be informed on any production of this work.
“Dear Madam City Attorney McLean” was written for the classroom or community theater setting, with minimal set requirements or rehearsal. Thecharacter McLEAN may be entirely read from the script, since the player is never seen. The character RICK may read much of his dialogue “from the computer monitor” (since he is writing it as he is speaking it). The glowing light (the McLEAN effect) maybe a flashlight or a small spotlight.
CONTACTING THE PLAYWRIGHT OR THE MAYOR:
The playwright may be contacted through by email firecat2@sbcglobal.net
NOTES: The playwright based “Dear Madam CityAttorney McLean” upon his experiences/discussions with Santee City Attorney DonMcLean. The play examines the consequences of unethical conduct by government lawyers. The characters of the play examine the political drama genre in contemporary America.
DEAR MADAM CITYATTORNEY McLEAN
A political drama
by RICHARD W.WHITE
based upondiscussions with
Donald McLean,City Attorney
City of Santee,California
© 1997 by Richard W. White
Theauthor hereby grants to everyone the right to use this play gratis!
DEARMADAM CITY ATTORNEY McLEAN
APolitical Drama by RICHARD W. WHITE
Based upondiscussions with
Don McLean,City Attorney,
City of Santee,California
CHARACTERS
RICK TAX LADY
McLEAN DIRECTOR
! Ms. HOWARD
GEORGE
UNNAMED COUNCILMAN
MRS. McLEAN
With the curtain closed, RICK, a thin, cleanbut worn man near fifty, hurrying toward old age, appears at the center of thestage.
RICK: I’m going to start byreading the first two pages of the letter I read to the Santee City Council inApril 1995. Then, I’ll get on with the play.
Rick walks to the side of the stage andtakes his place behind a small podium.
RICK: Good evening, Mr. Mayorand Santee City Council. My name is Rick: I’m a former twenty yearresident and business owner. And I came here this evening to tell you straightout, the City of Santee cheated me on the Prospect Avenue bridge project.
The City engineer, Cary Stewart, concealed survey error from me and heconcealed plan error from the surveyors. And the result was chaos. Piles weren't centered under the footings. Footings weren't aligned underthe abutments. The bridge deck had to be lowered and reduced inthickness. Some alignments were off as much as two (2) foot.
City Engineer Cary Stewart concealed the survey error because he didn't want topay for fixing his mistakes. They were his mistakes because his planswere wrong and I should have been paid for fixing the accumulated errors. But I wasn't paid. I was cheated and Cary couldn't have cheated mewithout the help of City Attorney McLean. Period.
Cary also requested extra work, which he didn't pay for. The asphaltbikeway; lowering the bridge deck and cutting off the rebar; extra rip rap; changesin the manholes. Cary kept a 'log of extras', but when the project wasfinished, Cary wouldn't pay for any of it and he wouldn't give us any reasonfor not paying.
Nearly a year after we finished the work, we demanded arbitration before theState Board. In answer to our demand, City Attorney McLean sued claiming theState didn’t have authority to hear it.
But Cary and Attorney McLean weren't satisfied to see me cheated. Andthey weren't satisfied to see me wasting my! time an d money playing lawyergames. They decided to destroy my business with a bogus defaultresolution voted on by this city council without advance notice to me. The State found 100% in my favor two months after Santee defaulted me. It’s been years: Why hasn't the Santee rescinded the default resolution? Why haven’t I been paid? Why was I cheated? Why is it okay for Santee tocheat?
Good evening.
As Rick begins to walk behind the curtain,councilwoman Lori Howard blocks his path.
RICK: If you don’t mind, we’lldo this scene here, instead of in your coffee shop, to save on set cost.
LORI: Rick, you can’t do thisplay. The council has talked about it in closed session. You can’t do it,in my coffee shop or anywhere else.”
A rotund city cowboy, George Tockstein, CityManager enters.
RICK: Hi ya,George. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.
GEORGE: (Smiling andfriendly)Rick, we, I mean the council, we, the city, would rather just rely on thefinding of the court.
RICK: George, there has neverbeen a hearing on the merits. There has never been a finding by anycourt, except the one that decided Cary’s labor complaint was bogus. Whydon’t you just ask Cary Stewart why he didn’t pay me?
LORI: You can’t do thisplay! We aren’t asking or answering anything. Come on, George,let’s get out of this play.
UnnamedCouncilman steps into Rick’ path.
MRS. McLEAN: “I don’tcare if you use my name, in this play. It’s my married nameanyway.”
UNNAMED COUCILMAN: “Rick, you can’t do this play. On the phone or anywhere else.”
RICK: I won’t say yourname, or try to describe your peculiar voice or overly long sideburns. Iwill only work with your voice and the threat that you made to me. I tookit as a threat when you told me on the phone ‘this time you have gone too far,’in response, I thought, you’d said that to me for the barbeque I had thrown forthat intercity pop-Warner football team I sponsored. I gave the barbeque as aprize for the team having won the league championship. And I won’t saynothing about seeing you at five o’clock in the morning stuffing Jack Doylecampaign signs in the truck of your late model Japanese make sedan. Ihave already decided to keep the Mayor’s name out of this by referencing themayor of La Mesa, Art Madrid, who, I ran into in the parking lot of La MesaCity Hall.”
Nameless Councilmanleaves in a huff, as Lori and George walk from the stage. The curtainopens to reveal an early morning scene. Rick takes his seat, a foldingsteel chair at a folding table, which serves as his desk, facing theaudience. He is under the glow of a desk lamp, typing at the green hazeof his small computer monitor. Books are stacked on the d! esk, whi ch is setbetween two (tall) old steel filing cabinets. The walls of the room behindthe desk are primarily old scaffolding and two-by-four wall studs with noplaster covering. The house has been gutted by reconstruction. Framed pictures hang about on open-wall studs. A door is at the back ofthe stage. A wooden plank on saw horses serves as a counter top on stageright. An electric coffee pot is set upon the plank, together with coffeecup, a jar of instant coffee, a pill bottle and a grocery bag. Twocardboard boxes, stuffed with clothing, covered with plastic trash bags, are onthe floor at the back of the stage and a sleeping bag. Drying laundryhangs about. Old books, under plastic sheets, are stacked about on thefloor.
RICK: (Reading aloudin monotone from his computer monitor.) Opening scene. At his desk in his sparsepremises, Rick is reading from his computer screen, making a sternpronouncement: (Announcing, narrative style, still reading from thecomputer screen.) Since the beginning of history, productive people have organized themselves …
(The green glow of t! he compu ter screenbecomes tinged with orange, causing RICK to stop reading.)
RICK: McLean, move offmy monitor. I can’t see to read.
McLEAN: (A demanding, butdistant sounding man who is used to giving orders, speaking from high offstage.) It’s cold over here. The warmth feels good.
RICK: (Grinning.) Then go to hell.
(The orange glow fades from the computerscreen as a glow of light appears on the small gray cloth screen that is aboveand in front of R! ick.)&nb sp;
McLEAN: That little exercisebefore the city council last night was a waste of time.
RICK: The necessity of it goesbeyond what we can see or understand just now.
McLEAN: So why did you bother?
RICK: This experience needs tobe shared. The helplessness of one man’s humanity, the richness ofpoverty, the peace I am feeling: all of this deserves to be celebrated. But more importantly, you’re not the only crooked government lawyer: peopleneed to shown what happens when the government cheats.
McLEAN: What people? Idon't understand. Who are you are talking about? You should beworking.
RICK: Michaelanglo once toldthe Pope, ‘A man doesn't work with his hands alone.’ My heart is tootroubled to work.
McLEAN: Your soul is troubled.
RICK: Look who'stalking.
McLEAN: I was surprised howgood you looked last night.
RICK: Appearances is thecheapest of modern lifes’ necessities. It’s the one perk I allow mypride.
McLEAN: Pride? You don't evenown a bed.
RICK: When all my bills arepaid, I’ll buy a bed. (Softly speaking to McLean) Now please, I’m tryingto work. (After a slight pause, starting again with the narratorvoice.) Sincethe beginning, productive people have organized themselves into governments forthe purpose of mutual benefit. Where government is honest and withoutcorruption, society prospers. Where government is dishonest, societyfails to thrive.
For thoseliving it, the correlation between the ethics of government and quality of lifeis obscure, but it is observable, by a stroke as brief and brilliant as theflash of lighting, which unites the earth and sky in the night. I haveseen this coruscation as its power passed through my existence, vaporizing mylife’s work. And I come before you as a witness, for having lived throughit, (a pause, then the dialogue flows quickly) I know that the great unseendanger that America faces today, (slowly) is the ethical depravity which is creepinginto the ranks of our government lawyers.
McLEAN: That indictment is alittle enthusiastic.
RICK: (Quietly to McLEAN): I am still editing. Nowhush, I want to finish this. (! Narratin g) For America to prosper,we need to publicly condemn the crooked government lawyer.
McLEAN: What is allthis?
RICK: I’m writing a play aboutus.
McLEAN: Us? Doesn’t seem very productive.
(RICK types during thefollowing dialogue, reading it as he types it.)
RICK: (Speaking offhand): Realistically, my options arevery limited. My only asset is experience, which would count a negativein any other enterprise, but in this play writing business, it may be anadvantage. And the risk in this undertaking is minimal, which makes itattractive. (Rick stops typing) McLean, read this, please.
McLEAN (Poetically): In search of understanding,you trespassed into timeless contemplation, and for this offense, fate has castyou adrift upon a cosmic tide, where the jetsam of humanity twines with dybbuksand bobbing ossuaries in a slick of black ink on a windless white page, toawait Dies Irae. (Plainly): This play is crap.
RICK: What should I do tocontribute to America? Go door to door, to collect secondhand integrityand slightly worn ethics for you and your law partner wife?
McLEAN: Where do you get theseideas?
RICK: I asked you thatquestion while you were still living and you did the same thing: Why don’t youanswer me? I’m trying to do some good here: or should I write Mrs. McLeana letter, setting out my concerns for America’s future?
McLEAN: Reading oldbooks?
RICK: My experience is asomber treasure. For it to have value, it must be cast into the pool ofliterature, where in the ageless waters of humanly acceptable conclusions, allthe obtuse, precisely objective, impersonal phenomenon of science and law blendtogether … to become understanding … eventually.
(RICK types the words that McLEAN isspeaking.)
McLEAN: (Conciliatory,condescending): It’s these old books, isn’t it? These used up, very old books.
RICK: (RICK stops histyping and looks at McLEAN): George Bernard Shaw was self-taught.
McLEAN: And he to was afailure, painting his ideological graffiti in other peoples’ minds. (Apause) This idea is lunacy. Why don’t you get back into business?
RICK: (Looking to McLEAN): Lunacy is inspiration indisguise, since a man with many more brains than his fellows, necessarilyappears as mad to them as one who has less.
McLEAN: And cynicism is thelast refuge of a quitter.
RICK: ‘No man is abovethe law’. Did you ever read my letters?
McLEAN: Your little ethicslessons were misdirected: I was the law.
RICK: And that is preciselythe problem: You were the government of my part of America, functioning withthe ethics of an open pit toilet, a putrid, infected zit on the economic hullof America.
McLEAN: If America has aproblem, it’s people like you, failing to contribute their talents.
RICK: One more man on the oarswon’t save a leaky boat.
McLEAN: You’re pumping bilgewater onto the deck of the sturdiest democracy ever to set sail.
RICK: I’m simply plugging thelegal rot below the waterline.
McLEAN: If this country sinks,the fatal damage will more likely spring from the infectious negative mentalityof your ilk, rather than from structural damage, legal or otherwise.
RICK: The economic hull ofAmerica is taking on water, but you are still loading lawyer ballast. Don’t you realize each business lost in a free enterprise system is anotherhole in the ship of state?
McLEAN: What ken yourintellect brings to the American political discussion is as shallow as thisso-called play.
RICK: Allowing government lawyerslike you to smash small businessmen like me, with impunity, brings this countryto a potentially dangerous crossroads. The greatness of America comesfrom the diversity of its entrepreneurs sailing in the shallows; theinnovators; the small shops; individuals working alone who aren’t swimming withthe main stream. Ben Franklin with his kite; the Wright brothers in theirbicycle shop; Ford, with his first gasoline motor on his kitchen sink onChristmas eve.
McLEAN: (Enunciatingsternly) Isee the problem here: you imagine yourself a sort of mental ventriloquist whocan cleverly project his thoughts into other people’s minds. That’s whatyou used to do with your letters to me, wasn’t it? Well, you should know,your constant little lessons in good citizenship were a waste of postagestamps.
RICK: The drama of life isn’tplayed out with thoughts alone, lawyer McLean. (The telephone ringsand RICK answers it.) Hello. (He smiles proudly.) Yeah, this is Grandpa. (Helistens carefully for a moment.) No, I didn’t die. It’s just hard for me tocome and visit. (Listening, then gently) Mommy is driving on thelittle tire? (A pause.) Oh, gee. We’ll have to do something aboutthat. (Pause a beat) Is Mommy at work? (Pause) Okay. Grampa willthink of something. You better get ready for school. Grampa lovesyou. Bye-bye.
(RICK hangs up the telephone and typesMcLEAN’s dialogue as he speaks it.)
McLEAN: A rational manacting in the real world will strike a balance between what he desires and whatcan be done. It is only in imaginary worlds that we can do whatever wewish.
RICK: (Looking at McLean) (Typing the next line ofdialogue):This is my play and I imagine you gone. Go away. I don’t need thephilosophical counsel of a crooked government lawyer.
(RICK dials the telephone while McLeanreads.)
McLEAN: Choose your friends onmoral principles and you’ll soon have less company then you have now.
RICK: (Speaking tothe telephone) Isthe boss there?
McLEAN: I am here as the voiceof reality. You can’t continue to subsist like a Brahmanistictramp.
(A noisy jet passes low, shaking the house.)
RICK: (Speaking to McLean,offhand.) Reality in practical affairs is simply a series of tradeoffs. I choose tosurvive without material flourish. (Speaking into the telephone.) Hello, John. Hey,do you still want a structural slab behind the shop? (A pause.) I’ll make you a trade: fourtires for the slab. You buy the mud. (A pause.) Thanks. (Hehangs up the handset.)
McLEAN: You have turned yourlife into a lonely tragedy.
RICK: (Typing as hespeaks): This solitude is a thing of beauty.
McLEAN: It’s been years. Have you lost all sense of time?
RICK: Contemplation is thetimeless sense and best practiced in isolation, for as Emerson said, ‘alone iswisdom’. Leave me.
McLEAN: You are not happy inthis state.
RICK: Emerson said, ‘alone ishappiness’. Leave me.
McLEAN: You need to get outamong normal people.
RICK: Emerson said, ‘the crowdthat you are obstructs my contentment’. Leave me.
McLEAN: Emerson also said,‘Life consists of what a man is thinking of all day.’
(A moment of silence.)
McLEAN: You’re a talentedfellow. You should contribute.
RICK: This is mycontribution. You were the government: why did you cheat me?
McLEAN: For me to discussparticulars of the matter would violate the attorney/client privilege. Itwould be unethical.
RICK: (Looking to McLEAN,sans typing):So tell me of your ethics.
McLEAN: You should be doingsomething.
RICK: This play issomething. Help me with it or leave me alone.
McLEAN: You don’t really wantme to leave. Without me, you would have nothing at all and you reallywould be all alone.
RICK: Why did you cheatme?
McLEAN: I was protecting myclient.
RICK: Your client was thetaxpayer, not City engineer Cary Stewart. Your duty was to the law, notyour fat wallet. ABA Rule one point two D: ‘A lawyer shall not … assist aclient in conduct that … is … fraudulent.’
McLEAN: I will not respond toyour egregious slander. I assert it was my job to protect the City.
RICK: Your engineer CaryStewart ordered the work and then wouldn’t pay for it. When I demanded Statearbitration, you sued the State, claiming it had no authority to settle thematter. It was all legal baloney, to fatten your own wallet.
McLEAN: I love the law; I wastop of my class at Cal Western in sixty-two; but I’m not being paid to argueand I won’t do it.
RICK: So then leave.
McLEAN: I see you better thanyou realize. You turned your anger inside and now it is coming fullcircle, inside out, until it’s directed against those who would help you.
RICK: You are not helpingme.
McLEAN: You’re bulliedby your own ego; you’re trying to undo what happened with shear will power. It can’t be done. You can’t shift a single grain of sand with willpower. You should start a new business. You have the ability tocreate jobs.
RICK: (Typing as hespeaks): Ihave created a new job: I am a prospector, panning the sands of my experience, (gesturingto the books)exploring the veins of these old pages, in search of understanding.
McLEAN: (Laughs): Look around you. You made a better brick layer.
RIC! K: Brick s were a hobby,something for me to love: nothing more.
McLEAN: Your hobby made asplash at City Hall when they featured your home in the newspaper homesection.
RICK: Cary used to walk hisdog by every night, to make a splash on my bricks, after Santee defaulted me.
McLEAN: I’m notsurprised. You put him on the defensive. He needed to do somethingto assuage his ego.
RICK: Your loyalty wasmisplaced in Cary. Shielding him from the Engineer’s Board investigationwas a disservice to the community and a breach of your professionaleth! ics.&nbs p;
McLEAN: For me to commentwould be a breach of the attorney client privilege.
RICK: Cary wasn’t yourclient. It was a professional breach to stonewall the engineer’s boardinvestigation for five years.
McLEAN: What’s thepoint? It’s been eight years.
RICK: (RICK puts his handsto his forehead and looks to McLean through his fingers) Eight years and I am stillunable to make any sense of it. Eight years of document searches,depositions, motions, law! yer game s. Eight years with my spirit frustrated,my aspirations chained, my family in disarray. Eight years since I spentthe last of my pride, since I could afford self respect.
McLEAN: Forget it.
RICK: All I have is my memory:it is the most of me; and it needs healing: it must be healed, because ourfuture rests on our memories; memories are the foundation of our spirit - butto be healed, they must be exposed to the light.
McLEAN: (After a long pause.) Have you read this allthe way through? You sound stilted, on artificial wooden words that willalways be too long for your social stature. Believe me, you need to getback into business.
RICK: (Tinged with irony,his hands over his lowered head): The business I know has no sense to it, ifgovernment can cheat with impunity.
McLEAN: Government must putits own interest, the good of all, before that of any individual citizen.
(Rick rises and pours himself a cup ofcoffee while speaking the following dialogue.)
RICK: ‘Injusticeanywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. Whatever affects one directly,affects all indirectly’. Dr. King wrote that in his letter fromBirmingham jail.
McLEAN: And what did itget him? He was dead within six months.
RICK: What hope do any of ushave, if our government cheats?
Kindergarteners from all corners of Howard County came to IU Kokomo's campus for their first day of college at the Walk Into My Future event. The day is designed to get children accustomed to a college campus and to hopefully inspire them to go to college one day.
Best View Large On Black
"What about the ducks? And the frogs? It's their home!!!" Maddi was NOT happy about that....she kept leaning closer and closer over the water trying to reach the trash til I had to intervene. I'm so proud of her. And her parents for teaching her to care.
""We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children." --Navajo Proverb
(And, yes... she does have bruising on the ridge of her nose between her eyes!! Something about "nearly fell off my bike and hit the handle bars...I shoulda' just kept on fallin'!") She's almost shed the training wheels already...that's our Maddi!! :-)
And a Budman update: Maddi is happy that her Grandpa is home and continues to improve...
This iconic window on Level 1 of the south-east wing of the Mitchell Building will provide future gallery visitors with a stunning view over the Domain and of the city's east.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
Wendy Sharpe, one of Australia’s leading contemporary artists, began a long-term residency with the Library in late 2017. Wendy will be recording the $15 million transformation of the historic Mitchell Building as the project takes shape.
The area she is working in used to be staff offices and will be one of the spaces in the new Michael Crouch Family Galleries.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
The State Library's curators and collection experts worked in this staff area. This beautiful large window overlooks the Domain and Hospital Road in Sydney.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture
Work to build the Library's new gallery spaces in the south-east commenced in late 2017.
Learn more about our plans for this area: www.sl.nsw.gov.au/ourfuture