#Airline Highway

[thorsenmark]

California Hillsides on a Drive from Pinnacles National Park by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While at a roadside pullout along the Airline Highway and a view looking to the southeast to nearby ranch land and then hillsides. That was my thought on composing this image was to zoom in on the focal length and angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward. I feel that would create a more sweeping view across the ranch as a foreground setting before coming up to the main hill, that would fill up the center portion of the image. The blue skies would then be that color contrast to complement the image with earth-tones present in the lower portion. The rest was later making adjustments with control points in DxO PhotoLab 6 to bring out the contrast, saturation and brightness I wanted for the final image.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Okay on Saturday we meant to leave at 3 in the afternoon. Instead we leave at 5 after a full day of packing camping gear (Kimmer) and cleaning the house (Dave) plus a little last-minute shopping.

Out the door, on the road, we cruise 405 to Hamptons Seattle/ South Center where we check in around six

We're missing a few things, though, like a luggage strap for one of our giant bags that's actually missing one of its handles so the remaining one just sort of flaps about. We shop some Target and Dollar Tree between six thirty and seven fifteen for the luggage strap (settled for duck tape instead), Easter candy for Kimmer's cousin, a chocolate bunny rabbit for me, and then some additional food for the evening and breakfast the next morning so we can eat on the fly if we have to.

By the time we're back in our room, it's 730. We figure we'll be in bed around 830 because that's the smart thing to do. Instead, we don't settle down for sleep until a little after ten. Kimmer studies. I score a hot chocolate downstairs by the lobby as well as water and a chamomile tea packet to go with the hot water Kimmer's already got going in the room. I decorate my thermos with Harry Potter, National Parks, Cheeky & Dry, Mod Pizza, and some other random stickers. I finish the evening coordinating with the gentleman looking after our cats. Did a huge text dump into his messaging app on the care and feeding of two cats that's so much more complex and complicated than taking care of just the one. Then I set three alarms on my phone. 245. 3. And 305. 245 did the trick, though, because we weren't sleeping at all deeply through the little less than five hours we could. It was more like we were playing tag with sleep. Sometimes we'd catch it. Most of the time it would get away. Not sure what that was all about. Maybe it was excitement on our part. Maybe it was the people, a family Kimmer says, who were arguing in the room next door during the wee hours of the morning.

So when my first alarm goes off at 245...

No big deal.

Our bodies weren't that invested in sleeping anyway.

In no time, we're outta bed, snagging the breakfast Kimmer scored at Target the previous night, mango yogurt and berry yogurt and split a banana. Then I hit the shower after taking a photograph of the alarm clock that reads

Because I can't believe it myself.

While I'm in the shower, Kimmer repacks what little we unpacked the night before, then she gets ready and we're outta there. 

Three thirty five AM we're walking out the front door.

We embark on an eight-minute basically nighttime drive to Doug Fox Parking, during which we travel part of the way almost directly beneath the light rail track that climbs the hill west of South Center Mall.

For the first time ever we're confronted by a Lot Full sign. Not a problem if you have a reservation. Which we do. Unfortunately, I've got it tucked in my bag in the back of the van. So I pull forward, get out the car, grab my reservation which the attendant checks, then we snag parking just as he pulls a shuttle right beside us. The whole process seriously moved. And now we're on our way in a packed shuttle to the Southwest drop-off just before 4AM, mere minutes behind our projected schedule. We check our bags, the two massive ones clocking in at 44 and 47 pounds, meeting the 50-pound limit so thus they travel free. Then we're into the TSA line where, because it serpentines, we get to see all the different ways family resemblance manifests across generations. Also, we're getting our first look at bleary-eyed human beings of all ages. Children, especially. It's like they just pulled an all-nighter. 😳 The morning, in fact, is marked by a lot of kids who look like this. 😕 They're wiped out even though they haven't done anything yet. 

By the way, some are wearing their PJs, some are dressed pretty jazzy, and all are wearing the eyes of being up all night. ☹️

Once we're through TSA and down the concourse, it's three minutes until it's time to take our place in line.

Our super early morning's timing wasn't tight... but it kind of was without us thinking too hard about it.

And the thing I said before about bleary eyed human beings? 

That was definitely the missus 'n me who slept deeply on both legs of our flight, short as each one was.

Landing at LAX around ten thirty was kind of a woozy experience recovering our bags and rolling everything out front and then a coupla blocks over to catch our Lyft at the new transportation hub.

Annoying. Exhausting. Kimmer was not pleased.

A few minutes later, our Lyft driver scoops us up and drops us at Escape Campervan around 11:15AM. Within a half hour, the staff at their  Inglewood location gets us checked in, set up, and on the road with our full complement of camping luggage.

To where, though?

Kimmer's idea is that she'd like to drive down the coast before cutting inland to her cousin's place. 

We're also hungry though.

Plus, earlier at one of the airports we were both remarking on how often we end up traveling on Easter Sunday. Mostly by car or van. This time by plane. But yeah.

Over the years we traveled a lot of Easter Sundays. 

At the same time we're thinking about that, I remind her of that one time we were traveling with Linzy. I think this was in the Rialta RV and we were driving down the coast from Crescent City California. It was taking longer than we figured, though, so we cut inland earlier than intended and Kimmer figured out a hotel for the three of us as we traveled through the middle of the night.

The next morning (of course) after that midnight ride, it was Easter Sunday. Having no plans, we decided on a brunch at the local Denny's. The place was absolutely packed. We did get a booth, though. And, I'm guessing, a bunch of grand slams.

So.

With that memory freshly recovered, we drive down to one of the Denny's restaurants in Long Beach on the Pacific Coast Highway during a relentless rainstorm, water pouring in streams off the roof of the restaurant as we scooted ourselves down the block from the parking lot, along the side of the restaurant, up the stairs, and into the lobby. At our table, we order a Mile High Denver Omelette, a side of fruit, sausages, and brioche French toast along with a coffee and a tea.

Later, we shared our experience there with our waitress and the manager. Our waitress encouraged us to contribute a Google review.

Which I did.

"My wife and I actually had to travel today, Easter Sunday. We were up at 3 in the morning for a 520AM flight with one stopover. So by the time we arrived in California we were pretty wiped out.  😕 We were really hungry, though, and decided to stop in Long Beach for breakfasts for lunch. The service and attention we received from everyone from the manager to wait staff to assistants was the loveliest thing. We were welcomed and attended to in ways that surpass some of our fine dining experiences where there's only one point of contact. We're definitely leaving here feeling more energized and ready for the rest of our day ☺️"

And yes.

It really was that lovely.

We were at the Long Beach Denny's from quarter past noon to one thirty at which point the rain let up.

By this time, with rain dogging our travels, we travel first to the Irvine Sprouts to pick up groceries before heading to Kimmer's cousin's place where we roll in around 230. Kimmer's cousin's prepping his teardrop trailer he's taking camping because that's what we're doing this week: our annual Family Camp on the Hill Above Laguna Beach Adventure! If the weather permits (and it usually does) there's beach exploration to be had, sunsets to watch, stars to see, family campfires to experience and, since this is right along the PCH, I always think good grief, Veronica Mars lives down here. 😉

For now, we pull our bags outta the van, Kimmer and her cousin take it all into his place while I park up the hill. Afterward, Kimmer's cousin, Derek, continues his work, and Kimmer gets cozy upstairs for the papers she's gotta write and the tests she's gotta take for her doctoral program before the day is over.

Yeah. Her doctoral work is ongoing. Even while we're in sunny California.

Around 430 I head out to do some grocery shopping at Trader Joe's and Ralph's for dinner (and dessert) as well as a little bit for the week.

Back at 630, we all break from our late afternoon activities for a meal featuring bacon-wrapped, slow-cooked meatloaf and a viewing of Jesus Christ Superstar, a movie that I've never seen before.

Crazy stuff. 🤔

Afterward, Kimmer's back to papers and tests, Derek finishes his work before turning in for the night, and I hang out with Kimmer's nephew, Kyle, while he plays video games and I write. We do those things and talk at the same time and, eventually, it's just talking about neuroscience and academics, if you can believe that. Plus the story of my cousin in Europe who, whilst interviewing for the job of bodyguard answered the question Would you take a bullet for me? with a prompt No. But if there's time I'll push you out of the way. 🤣

By n by, Kimmer comes downstairs, triumphant in her day's doctoral accomplishments... and joins us.

By now, the day's just nudged into tomorrow and Kyle finally asks the obvious question.

Why are you guys still up???

Hmmm. Good question.

We were gonna take a nap just as soon as we arrived but that never happened.

I guess we just caught our second wind, I tell him. And then proceed to tell the tale of our earlier experience at Denny's, the experience that gave us the shot of energy that sustained us through the rest of the day.

Apparently.

To which Kyle says

Do you know you could've paid way less for breakfast?

Wait. What?

Yeah. Turns out Denny's gotta menu (back of the menu) for kids over 55. Now, I'm not saying the missus 'n I are over 55... but my spin on this is that Hey.

No one there thought we were over 55 so they never suggested we check out that menu.

Yeah. I'm going with that. 😑

In the end, we cruised the full twenty-one of a twenty-four hour filled day. We absolutely did chunks of it bleary eyed... but caught our second wind and just kept going.

Tomorrow, then, Laguna Beach!

😁

[libertarian-druid-in-greater-vt]

Would it even be a shock anymore if I had an idea for a ring ring fighter jet?

[phonemantra-blog]

The Ultimate Guide to Traveling from Atlanta to Austin Traveling from Atlanta to Austin is a popular and exciting journey, offering a mix of urban exploration, cultural experiences, and scenic beauty. In this ultimate guide, we will provide you with all the information you need to plan your trip and make the most of your time in both cities. We'll follow the MECE (Mutually Exclusive, Collectively Exhaustive) framework to ensure a comprehensive and organized guide. Let's dive in! [caption id="attachment_63209" align="aligncenter" width="1600"] Atlanta to Austin[/caption] Planning Your Trip Before embarking on your journey from Atlanta to Austin, it's important to plan and consider the best mode of transportation. Here are some options to consider: Researching and Selecting the Best Mode of Transportation When it comes to traveling from Atlanta to Austin, you have several transportation options. The most common choices are flights and road trips. 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Visit the Vicksburg National Military Park in Mississippi and learn about the Civil War history. Stop by the Dr. Pepper Museum in Waco, Texas, and learn about the history of this beloved soda. Arriving in Austin As you arrive in Austin, get ready to immerse yourself in the city's vibrant atmosphere and unique culture. Here are some top attractions and experiences to enjoy: Overview of Austin's Vibrant Atmosphere and Unique Culture Austin is known for its lively and eclectic atmosphere. It's often referred to as the "Live Music Capital of the World" and offers a thriving arts and cultural scene. The city embraces individuality and is a hub for creativity and innovation. Top Attractions and Landmarks in Austin While in Austin, make sure to visit these top attractions: Explore the State Capitol, a stunning building with beautiful grounds and informative tours. Take a stroll or bike ride along Lady Bird Lake and enjoy the scenic views of downtown Austin. Visit the LBJ Presidential Library to learn about the life and legacy of President Lyndon B. Johnson. Experience the vibrant music scene on 6th Street, where you can find live music venues and bustling bars. Discover the unique and funky shops and eateries on South Congress Avenue. Exploring Austin's Music Scene and Nightlife Austin is renowned for its live music scene, offering a variety of genres and venues. Here are some recommendations to make the most of Austin's music and nightlife: Visit iconic music venues like the Broken Spoke and the Continental Club for a taste of Austin's authentic music culture. Enjoy live performances at the famous Austin City Limits Live at The Moody Theater. Experience the energetic atmosphere of Rainey Street, lined with bars and food trucks. Check out the vibrant East 6th Street for a mix of live music venues, bars, and food options. Recommendations for Local Cuisine and Food Trucks Austin is a food lover's paradise, especially when it comes to food trucks and local cuisine. Don't miss these culinary experiences: Try mouthwatering barbecue at Franklin Barbecue or La Barbecue. Indulge in Tex-Mex delights at places like Torchy's Tacos and Matt's El Rancho. Explore the various food truck parks around the city, such as The Picnic and South Congress Food Truck Park. Sample unique flavors at the numerous food trucks offering everything from gourmet donuts to Korean-Mexican fusion. Practical Tips for the Trip To ensure a smooth and enjoyable journey from Atlanta to Austin, here are some practical tips to keep in mind: Packing Essentials for the Journey When packing for your trip, consider the following essentials: Comfortable clothing and shoes for both exploring the cities and long drives. Weather-appropriate attire, as temperatures can vary along the route. Snacks and drinks for the road, especially if you're opting for a road trip. Navigation tools such as a GPS or smartphone with maps and directions. Travel documents, including identification, insurance, and any necessary reservations. Weather Considerations and Best Times to Visit Atlanta and Austin have different weather patterns, so it's important to consider the climate when planning your trip. The best times to visit are: Atlanta: Spring (March to May) and fall (September to November) offer pleasant temperatures and blooming gardens. Austin: Spring (March to May) and fall (September to November) bring mild weather, perfect for outdoor activities and exploring the city. Tips for Finding Accommodation in Atlanta and Austin For finding accommodation in Atlanta and Austin, consider the following tips: Use reputable travel websites or apps to compare prices and read reviews. Consider staying in neighborhoods close to the main attractions for easy access. Book in advance, especially during peak travel seasons or if you have specific preferences. Consider alternative options like vacation rentals or bed and breakfasts for a unique experience. Safety Precautions and General Travel Advice Ensure a safe and enjoyable trip with these general travel tips: Keep your belongings secure and be aware of your surroundings, especially in crowded areas. Stay hydrated and take breaks during long drives to avoid fatigue. Follow traffic laws and be mindful of speed limits. Carry a first aid kit and any necessary medications. Research and respect local customs and traditions. Frequently Asked Questions: How long does it take to travel from Atlanta to Austin? The travel time from Atlanta to Austin depends on the mode of transportation chosen. A direct flight takes around 2 to 3 hours, while a road trip can take approximately 15 to 17 hours, depending on the route and stops along the way. What are the best months to visit Atlanta and Austin? The best months to visit Atlanta and Austin are typically in the spring (March to May) and fall (September to November) when the weather is pleasant and outdoor activities can be enjoyed comfortably. Are there any direct flights from Atlanta to Austin? Yes, there are direct flights available from Atlanta to Austin. Major airlines such as Delta, Southwest, and American Airlines offer direct flights between the two cities. What are the top attractions for families in Atlanta and Austin? In Atlanta, families can enjoy visiting attractions like the Georgia Aquarium, the Atlanta Zoo, the Children's Museum of Atlanta, and Six Flags Over Georgia. In Austin, popular family-friendly attractions include the Austin Nature and Science Center, the Thinkery (a children's museum), Zilker Park, and the Austin Zoo. How can I find affordable accommodation in both cities? To find affordable accommodation in Atlanta and Austin, consider booking in advance, comparing prices on travel websites, and looking for deals or discounts. Additionally, staying in neighborhoods outside the city center or considering alternative options like vacation rentals or hostels can often be more budget-friendly. Are there any famous festivals or events in Atlanta and Austin? In Atlanta, some popular festivals and events include the Atlanta Dogwood Festival, the Atlanta Jazz Festival, and the Peachtree Road Race. In Austin, notable events include South by Southwest (SXSW), the Austin City Limits Music Festival, and the Trail of Lights during the holiday season. Is it worth renting a car for the journey? Renting a car for the journey from Atlanta to Austin can be a great option if you prefer the flexibility and freedom to explore different stops along the way. It allows you to experience the scenic routes and make the most of your road trip adventure. Are there any unique local customs or traditions in Atlanta and Austin? In Atlanta, you may encounter the tradition of Southern hospitality, where locals are known for their warm and friendly demeanor. In Austin, the city is famous for its "Keep Austin Weird" motto, which embraces individuality, creativity, and a unique cultural identity. What are the best neighborhoods to explore in Austin? Some of the best neighborhoods to explore in Austin include downtown Austin, South Congress (SoCo), East Austin, and the Warehouse District. Each neighborhood offers its distinct atmosphere, with a variety of shops, restaurants, and entertainment options. Are there any outdoor activities or hiking trails near Atlanta and Austin? Yes, both Atlanta and Austin offer outdoor activities and hiking trails. Near Atlanta, you can explore the Chattahoochee River National Recreation Area, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta BeltLine trails. In Austin, you can visit the Barton Creek Greenbelt, Mount Bonnell, and McKinney Falls State Park for hiking, biking, and enjoying nature. Embarking on a journey from Atlanta to Austin provides a unique opportunity to explore the vibrant cities of Atlanta and Austin, as well as the scenic beauty of the southern United States. By planning your trip, considering transportation options, and exploring the must-see attractions and local experiences, you can make the most of your adventure. Whether you choose to fly or embark on a road trip, Atlanta to Austin promises an unforgettable travel experience filled with culture, history, music, and delicious cuisine. Start planning your trip today and get ready for an incredible journey!

[newsbites]

News from NL, Canada, 9 June

The Minister of Transportation and Infrastructure plans to meet with representatives of the Newfoundland and Labrador Association of Private and Professional Employees (NAPE) to address concerns about staffing levels among water bomber pilots.

NAPE claims that staffing levels are at an all-time low despite an increased demand for water bomber services due to mutual agreements with other jurisdictions.

The Minister states that recruitment efforts are ongoing and a new pilot has recently been hired.

2. A man was arrested and taken to the city lock-up after a theft at a business in downtown St. John's.

The man appeared before the judge on charges of theft and breaching release orders.

The joint funding announced yesterday aims to improve safety in the capital city's downtown.

3. A man is facing charges of endangering safety after being removed from a Delta Airlines flight in Stephenville.

The officers' actions in taking the man into custody are being investigated by SIRT.

The accused is facing charges related to interfering with the duty of the flight crew and lessening their ability to perform their duties.

4. A 19-year-old man from Stephenville Crossing has been arrested and charged in connection with two recent commercial break-ins in the area.

The accused is facing charges of break and enter, possession of break-in instruments, theft under $5,000 and possession of property obtained by crime.

The subsequent investigation resulted in evidence linking the man to a break-in at Shea’s Pharmacy on Saturday.

5. A serious motor vehicle collision has occurred on a section of the Trans Canada Highway near George's Lake.

6. The RNC have located 14-year-old Melissa Morell, who was the subject of an Amber Alert on Thursday evening.

Three people are facing charges in relation to the abduction of a St. John's girl, with investigations ongoing.

7. The Downtown Safety Coalition is receiving joint funding from the Department of Justice and the city to address safety concerns in the downtown area.

The coalition aims to increase the reporting of crime in order to provide the RNC with a baseline to address the issue.

[reasonsforhope]

"Pro-Palestinian protesters briefly blocked entrance roads to airports in New York and Los Angeles on Wednesday [December 27, 2023], snarling traffic as U.S. airlines contended with a rush of holiday travel.

The demonstrations stopped cars on the outskirts of New York’s John F. Kennedy International Airport, where some travelers set off on foot to bypass the jammed roadway, as well as Los Angeles International Airport. A total of 62 people were arrested during the two protests, police said.

In New York, activists locked arms and held banners demanding an end to the Israel-Hamas war and expanded rights for Palestinians, bringing traffic to a standstill on the Van Wyck Expressway leading up to the airport for about 20 minutes.

Video posted to social media showed passengers, some carrying suitcases, leaving vehicles behind and stepping over barriers onto the highway median.

Twenty-six people in the protest were arrested for disorderly conduct and impeding vehicular traffic, and the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey dispatched two buses to help travelers caught in the backup reach the airport, agency spokesperson Steve Burns said.

Around the same time as the New York protest, a major thoroughfare leading to the Los Angeles airport was shut down by another group of pro-Palestinian protesters, who dragged traffic cones, trash bins, scooters and debris into the lanes, according to news helicopter footage.

In a statement, the Los Angeles Police Department accused protesters of throwing a police officer to the ground and “attacking uninvolved passerbys in their vehicles,” without providing further details about either incident.

The group appeared to flee when police arrived, though the Los Angeles Police Department said traffic around the airport remained impacted roughly two hours after the demonstration was declared unlawful.

A spokesperson for the LAPD said 35 people were arrested for rioting and one person was arrested for battery of a police officer. No officers were injured, according to the spokesperson. An estimated 215,000 passengers and 87,000 vehicles were expected to pass through the Los Angeles airport on Wednesday.

Since the Israel-Hamas war erupted on Oct. 7, near nightly protests have broken out in cities across the United States. In New York, pro-Palestinian organizers have responded to the growing death toll in Gaza with escalating actions aimed at disrupting some of the city’s best-known events, including the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and the annual tree-lighting ceremony at Rockefeller Center."

-via AP, December 27, 2023

[artielu]

Listen up.

We knew this was coming but it's really, really fucking bad. We're in the endgame now.

For all of you who are somehow still on the fence about voting for Biden, the Supreme Court, including THREE JUDGES HE APPOINTED, just gave Trump a nearly blank fucking check.

And if he's elected in November, he's going to appoint another two people to SCOTUS to replace conveniently retiring Thomas and Alito, and maybe another if Sotomayor's health continues to decline. That's five or six ultraconservative justices in their 50s who will be on the Court for the next thirty to forty years. DECADES of ultraconservative decisions.

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"The U.S. Supreme Court, in a 6-3 decision along ideological lines, ruled that a former president has absolute immunity for his core constitutional powers — and is entitled to a presumption of immunity for his official acts, but lacks immunity for unofficial acts. But at the same time, the court sent the case back to the trial judge to determine which, if any of Trump's actions, were part of his official duties and thus were protected from prosecution.

That part of the court’s decision likely ensures that the case against Trump won’t be tried before the election, and then only if he is not reelected.

If he is reelected, Trump could order the Justice Department to drop the charges against him, or he might try to pardon himself in the two pending federal cases.

[ . . .]

Monday's Supreme Court decision came months after the court agreed to hear the case Feb. 28 and scheduled arguments for two months later. Court critics have noted that the justices could have considered the case as early as in December, when Justice Department special counsel Jack Smith unsuccessfully sought review of the same questions later put forward by Trump."

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IF WE DO NOT ELECT BIDEN, THIS COULD SERIOUSLY BE THE END OF DEMOCRACY IN THE UNITED STATES.

Biden is a decent, imperfect man. He's chosen a really spectacular, diverse, qualified team of people surrounding him, including

VP Kamala Harris, Black Asian woman, smart as hell, fiercely pro choice

Transportation Pete Buttigieg, gay father, working on safety, infrastructure, airline compensation when airlines fuck us, and healing neighborhoods slashed by racist highway plans decades ago

Interior Deb Halaand, the first native person to head the department which has relations with indigenous peoples and has massively invested in indigenous communities and protecting the environment

Energy Jennifer Granholm, who is working hard to help green our energy grid and funding billions in carbon capture and renewable energy sources

And on the other side is 34 TIME CONVICTED FELON and his shady ass corrupt cabinet of family members, cronies, and criminals.

How is this even a question?!?!

[morbidology]

Helle Crafts was a Danish air stewardess that had married Richard Crafts in 1979 before settling down in Newtown, Connecticut. The couple had three children and Richard had a good career as an airline pilot. However, the relationship was rocky from the very beginning with Richard cheating on Helle even before they were married.

On the 19th of November, 1986, Helle landed in New York from Germany. She and two other stewardesses drove to Newtown and pulled up outside Helle’s home. “Richard’s home,” she sighed. It was the last time anybody saw her alive.

Helle had recently just discovered that her husband had once again been having a number of affairs behind her back. She filed for divorce shortly before her disappearance and expressed fear for her life to her friends. One friend said she told them, “that if anything happened to her, we should not believe that it was an accident.”

Following her disappearance, Richard gave varying reports as to where Helle was. He originally said that she was in Denmark visiting her sick mother, but this lie soon crumbled when her mother said no such arrangement had been made and that she wasn’t sick. He then told concerned friends that she was in Florida or the Canary Islands visiting with a friend.

Just days after Helle's disappearance, Richard dismantled and redecorated their bedroom and purchased a new freezer; an odd thing to do when your wife is missing. Helle’s divorce lawyer soon got involved after finding out that Richard hadn’t even reported his wife missing.

Investigators considered something sinister had happened and zoned in on Richard who had been acting very peculiarly. The following month, they discovered that he had rented a 2700-pound wood chipper when Helle disappeared. A highway worker then came forward to reveal that he had seen Richard parked at the side of River Road with the wood chipper in tow at around 3AM a day or two after Helle disappeared.

Investigators rushed to the scene where they uncovered clumps of wood chips under layers of dead leaves. Among the wood chips, they found something much more sinister: a human thumb, a fingertip with the nail attached, strands of bleached hair, a big toe, bone fragments, lacy material from underwear, a mailing label with Helle Crafts name on it and a crowned tooth with a piece of jawbone attached.

The evidence was damning. In addition, they uncovered a submerged chainsaw covered in Helle’s DNA and a bloodstained carpet from inside the home. Richard was found guilty on the 21st of November, 1989, and sentenced to 50 years in prison. It was the first case in which somebody was convicted of murder with no body in the state of Connecticut. The 1996 movie, Fargo, was based on the case.

[ladyceej]

Reblog to Help with an Urgent Request

I know the world sucks right now, and I actually feel guilty for thinking that being super stressed about my parents is urgent, but I'm not sure what I'll do if I lose one of them, and I wasn't there for them. https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-familys-urgent-move-to-oregon

That there link is a link to a gofundme, for me, to drive my animals across Canada and down to Oregon. Because one of my animals is an elderly Ewe, I don't have any other options for transport. I did think I could get her on a plane, but she is too big for a 500 crate and that is the limit the airlines will let her be. Body of the gofundme discription: I am trying to move my family out of Alaska to take care of my parents down in Oregon. Both my parents are going through cancer treatments, and my father is having a rougher go with it than my mother. I would like to move closer to them so not only will they have myself and my spouse closer to them in case of the worst scenario of losing them both (which it hopefully won't come to), but to also help them as neither can do as much as they use to in home maintenance, and whatnot. I need to be there for them and I'm thousands of miles away. It's starting to seem that it doesn't matter how much overtime I take, my paychecks don't allow me to save past paying monthly bills. The main thing I need help with on moving, are my elderly animals and transportation.

My vehicle will need repairs before I can drive it down the Al/Can highway. I will need to add a tow bar to the back of it. I will need a small livestock trailer to transport my elderly ewe. To cross over Canada, they will all need health certificates from the vet. Lastly, I will need some travel crates for my dogs/cat. I've done most of my pricing from Facebook Market Place and Craigslist to do most of this 2nd hand.

I'm just very stressed and worried about my parents and how I can't seem to get any closer to this goal of moving. They had already built a place for the sheep in the past when we first talked about moving closer. Once there, I'll find new employment, and live with my parents, helping with their bills, but being able to save to hire movers to bring my belongings from storage down to Oregon. I just need help to get my family down there.

I've shared photos of my Dad from 2019 compared to photos of him now with close friends (I don't think he'd appreciate me sharing them on a reblogable public tumblr) and he's lost about 150 pounds, most of that in just the past year. But what I can share, is pictures of said animals.

This is Salt. She is 9 and has been a little lonely since our Ram, Dr. Livingston, passed away. She is the main reason this is such an expense. I'm not willing to give her to another person/farm that will likely turn her to mutton. I've had her since she was a lamb and we love her dearly.

Here are the Doggos, Diego (14), Romeo (13) and Pepper (11). They're all up there in age, and will need health certificates and their regular vet check ups. I also plan on getting them hard sided crates from facebook market place or craigslist so they have some privacy on the way down. Diego is special needs, and prefers to be left alone. Romeo has a history of singing along with the radio, so I think he'd be the biggest stresser for Diego and also for the last passenger:

Pumpkin is an 18 year old kitty. (Black cat in 2nd picture is Salem, who is no longer with us, I just really love that picture of them snuggling) She's a little grumpy and doesn't get along with Romeo and Pepper all that well. She ignores Diego and just tolerates the other two. She does get along pretty well with Salt though. So please pass this along. I really hope to get to my parents so I can help them out and hopefully not have to say goodbye over the phone.

[oldmanffucker]

“-can’t believe you’re cutting it so close to your flight and you just assumed I’d drop everything and drive you to the flight you booked three hours ago on a whim.” Wilson shook his head, gripping the steering wheel and merging to the carpool lane.

“I know, foolish of me to think you’d drive me to the airport at a moments notice. You really showed me what assuming does by not driving me.” House smirked.

They were on the off ramp when House started patting his pockets.

“I forgot my passport.”

“No way. You’re kidding.” Wilson whipped his head toward House with wide eyes.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’. Wilson could tell he wasn’t fucking around bc House’s eyes were shut, and knuckles white around the cane between his legs.

“House! It’s 5:30, your flight boards at 6:15, and we live 15 minutes from the airport!”

“Well drive faster, and suddenly we’ll be 10 minutes from the airport.”

“You’re not going to make it, House.”

“Shut up and get back on the highway. We’ll get back in 20 minutes, it’ll take me 5 minutes to get through security because it’s a Tuesday and I’ll be there with 10 minutes to spare.”

“You can’t run!”

“Ah no, but I can limp and get the attention of the kind airport staff on the fun little carts to drive me to my gate.” House winked.

Wilson huffed, running a hand through his hair as he wove back through the airport to the highway.

“Fine. If you miss your flight I’m not driving you back home, you can call a taxi. I’m supposed to be meeting someone for dinner and I’m not going to be any later than you’ve already made me.”

“Sure, Wilson. We’ll see.” His eyes flashed mischievously. “I won’t miss my flight, but if I did I bet you’d be there to drive me home. You’re like that. You love to be needed and I’ll be the neediest cripple in a 20 mile radius, and trapped in an airport.”

“Shut up, House. Get your house key out I’m not turning off the car when we get there. And haul ass, double your dose of Vicodin after, just get back in the car before I drive away.”

They both knew he wouldn’t.

The passport was on the coffee table where house had left it, and he was back in the car fast enough that he saw the surprised lift of Wilson’s eyebrows before he schooled them back into a put upon scowl.

“You’ve got me driving like a maniac for you, House.”

“Good. You were getting a little too buttoned up for my tastes, Jimmy. Thought you might be going soft on me.”

“Shut up.”

Wilson wove through lanes of traffic, zipped down the off ramp and threw the car into park outside the first airline door at the airport.

“Good luck.” He sighed, the squint of his eye and the twitch of his fingers on the wheel betraying just how stressed he was by proxy for House.

“See ya in a couple days. And untwist your panties, Wilson, I’ll make it with plenty of time.”

He took great joy in texting Wilson 7 minutes later that he’d made it through security, and a stupidly short amount of time after that that he’d be shuttled to his gate with “plenty of time to spare” (it was 6:10)

[papasmoke]

do you think airline pilots ever hope something goes horribly wrong with their plane so they can do a sickass emergency landing?would probably suck if you got your chance and all you had to do was land on a different runway, I bet all the pilots who got to land on rivers and highways laugh at you

[thorsenmark]

A Panoramic Setting to California Hillsides (Black & White) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A conversion to black & white using DxO PhotoLab 6 where I made some adjustments to color filters to bring out a much richer tonal contrast for the final image. I later cropped a portion of the foreground and skies above to create more of a wide-angle, panoramic feel with the image.

[misfitwashere]

We thank you, Joe

Tonight is for you

Robert Reich

Aug 19, 2024

Friends,

Tonight’s opening of the Democratic National Convention in Chicago will be an opportunity for the Democratic Party and the nation to take stock of Joe Biden’s term of office and thank him for his service.

He still has five months to go as president, of course, but the baton has been passed.

Biden’s singular achievement has been to change the economic paradigm that reigned since Reagan and return to one that dominated public life between 1933 and 1980 — and is far superior to the one that has prevailed since.

Biden’s democratic capitalism is neither socialism nor “big government.” It is, rather, a return to an era when government organized the market for the greater good.

The Great Crash of 1929 followed by the Great Depression taught the nation a crucial lesson that we forgot after Reagan’s presidency: markets are human creations. The economy that collapsed in 1929 was the consequence of allowing nearly unlimited borrowing, encouraging people to gamble on Wall Street, and permitting the Street to take huge risks with other people’s money.

Franklin D. Roosevelt and his administration reversed this. They stopped the looting of America. They also gave Americans a modicum of economic security. During World War II, they put almost every American to work.

Subsequent Democratic and Republican administrations enlarged and extended democratic capitalism. Wall Street was regulated, as were television networks, airlines, railroads, and other common carriers. CEO pay was modest. Taxes on the highest earners financed public investments in infrastructure (such as the national highway system) and higher education.

America’s postwar industrial policy spurred innovation. The Department of Defense and its Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration developed satellite communications, container ships, and the internet. The National Institutes of Health did trailblazing basic research in biochemistry, DNA, and infectious diseases.

Public spending rose during economic downturns to encourage hiring. Antitrust enforcers broke up AT&T and other monopolies. Small businesses were protected from giant chain stores. Labor unions thrived. By the 1960s, a third of all private-sector workers were unionized. Large corporations sought to be responsive to all their stakeholders.

But then America took a giant U-turn. The OPEC oil embargo of the 1970s brought double-digit inflation followed by Fed Chair Paul Volcker’s effort to “break the back” of it by raising interest rates so high that the economy fell into deep recession.

All of which prepared the ground for Reagan’s war on democratic capitalism. From 1981 onward, a new bipartisan orthodoxy emerged that markets functioned well only if the government got out of the way.

The goal of economic policy thereby shifted from the common good to economic growth, even though Americans already well-off gained most from that growth. And the means shifted from public oversight of the market to deregulation, free trade, privatization, “trickle-down” tax cuts, and deficit reduction — all of which helped the monied interests make even more money.

The economy grew for the next 40 years, but median wages stagnated, and inequalities of income and wealth surged. In sum, after Reagan’s presidency, democratic capitalism — organized to serve public purposes — all but disappeared. It was replaced by corporate capitalism, organized to serve the monied interests.

**

Joe Biden revived democratic capitalism. He learned from the Obama administration’s mistake of spending too little to pull the economy out of the Great Recession that the pandemic required substantially greater spending, which would also give working families a cushion against adversity. So he pushed for and got the giant $1.9 trillion American Rescue Plan.

This was followed by a $550 billion initiative to rebuild the nation’s bridges, roads, public transit, broadband, water, and energy systems. He championed the biggest investment in clean energy sources in American history — expanding wind and solar power, electric vehicles, carbon capture and sequestration, and hydrogen and small nuclear reactors. He then led the largest public investment ever made in semiconductors, the building blocks of the next economy. Notably, these initiatives were targeted to companies that employ American workers.

Biden also embarked on altering the balance of power between capital and labor, as had FDR. Biden put trustbusters at the head of the Federal Trade Commission and the Antitrust Division of the Justice Department. And he remade the National Labor Relations Board into a strong advocate for labor unions.

Unlike his Democratic predecessors Bill Clinton and Barack Obama, Biden did not reduce all trade barriers. He targeted them to industries that were crucial to America’s future — semiconductors, electric batteries, electric vehicles. Unlike Trump, Biden did not give a huge tax cut to corporations and the wealthy.

It’s also worth noting that, in contrast with every president since Reagan, Biden did not fill his White House with former Wall Street executives. Not one of his economic advisers — not even his treasury secretary — is from the Street.

The one large blot on Biden’s record is Benjamin Netanyahu. Biden should have been tougher on him — refusing to provide him offensive weapons unless Netanyahu stopped his massacre in Gaza. Yes, I know: Hamas began the bloodbath. But that is no excuse for Netanyahu’s disproportionate response, which has made Israel a pariah and endangered its future. Nor an excuse for our complicity.

***

One more thing needs to be said in praise of Joe Biden. He did something Donald Trump could never do: He put his country over ego, ambition, and pride. He bowed out with grace and dignity. He gave us Kamala Harris.

Presidents don’t want to bow out. Both Richard Nixon and Lyndon Johnson had to be shoved out of office. Biden was not forced out. He did nothing wrong. His problem is that he was old and losing some of the capacities that dwindle with old age.

Even among people who are not president, old age inevitably triggers denial. How many elderly people do you know who accept that they can’t do the things they used to do or think they should be able to do? How many willingly give up the keys to their car? It’s not surprising he resisted.

Yet Biden cares about America and was aware of the damage a second Trump administration could do to this nation, and to the world. Biden’s patriotism won out over any denial or wounded pride or false sense of infallibility or paranoia.

For this and much else, we thank you, Joe.

[joshslater]

Foreign Exchange

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It all started in what was supposed to be a one week stay in Cape Town. I don't know what the airline had smoked, but a round trip from Europe sold for almost nothing during a few hours. Probably some clerical error in the pricing department. Whatever the reason, I shuffled some tasks around and manage to arrange myself a one week spring vacation. I had no idea of what to expect. Only thing I knew about South Africa was the Kruger Park, the worlds first heart transplant, excellent red wines, Apartheid and Mandela.

It started out amazing. I found a cheap place in Green Point, close to lots of the tourist places, and started to drink my way through South African wine bottles. It was on the third evening I made the wrong move. No, life altering move.

I was heading back to the hotel after some late evening sea side action. I had emptied a particularly good bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, rich with those mineral tones so prevalent in most South African wines. I was slightly sun burned, possibly lost and decidedly round footed when I walked up to two well dressed white men beating the shit out of black kid.

“Hey, stop that!” I said before my brain had fully reengaged. They did stop. One of the men stared right at me, eyes filled with disdain.

“What you say?”

I didn't have time to answer him when something hard hit the back of my head with a thud and everything lost focus and disappeared.

When I came to everything was black and my head hurt like hell. I was lying awkwardly, hands bound behind my back, feet tied together, and some sort of bag tied around my head. The sound made me think I was in someones trunk, but I guess it could have been a van or a covered pick up flat bed just as well. In any event, the vehicle was running fast on what I assumed to be a highway. After a bit of struggle I concluded that I was not just bound up, but also tied down and couldn't move much at all. After a boring hour or so still drunk me slipped back into sleep.

Next time I woke up the vehicle was standing still. I was still as tied up as before, but I could hear someone speaking Afrikaan a few steps away. He came close, shuffled some things around, and then I felt a small prick on my arm. I barely had time to realize it was some sort of injection when I lost consciousness again.

Regaining consciousness was quite different third time around. I still couldn't see anything, but I could feel some swim style goggles around my head, probably blacked out. Now I was lying more properly on a firm bed or padded table. I tried to move, but like before I was tightly restrained. This time it felt more professional, like cuffs around arms and legs, and some kind of material pushing against the chest. And I was naked, I think. It was hard to determine, as the temperature was nice and I couldn't move, but I couldn't feel any clothes on my body. I tried to say "hello", but nothing came out.

This quickly became incredibly boring. I couldn't see or feel much. The smell was basically just some generic clean smell of faint detergent. With sounds there were a bit more variation. I could hear some HVAC rumbling once every 5 minutes, or so I guessed. In addition there was a constant low humming in the room. I could hear some faint sounds from outside the room. Perhaps infrequent cars coming and leaving outside the building.

By my estimate I was at least into the third wake hour when suddenly a door opened and I could hear a conversation between the two men who entered the room. They sounded quite far away, so the room was probably large.

"...so many in the database?"

"We use five key measurements combined into one value as sorting key. The circumference and length, both on flaccid and erect, are approximated into two cylinders. Balls are approximated as spheres. Then we just multiply the three volumes together to make the sorting key. First selection priority is of course bio-compatibility, but this size metric allows for fast selection within that set. It only brings candidates though. The final decision is more complex, of course."

"Complex how?"

"Well, let's ask the doctor himself. His coming here."

A third person entered the room.

"You talking about me?"

"Yes, we were just discussing the selection criteria"

"Ah. Well, since this is a demonstration we want to be bold, while being mindful of proportions and aesthetics. In addition to appearance we want to maximize as many of the secondary factors as possible from the paper. For this one we landed in using the Congo supply."

They were standing right next to me now. The "doctor" continued.

"So this is the subject. The first agent is being administered right now, as you can see. Any questions?"

I tried to say something. Anything. But only wheezing air came out.

"Is he trying to speak?", asked the first voice.

"No, he isn't. Come, let's look at the model", replied the doctor, and they left the room as quickly as they entered it.

6-8 HVAC cycles later I heard the door open again and several people walking into the room. I heard a women's voice close to me saying "Everything is green. Go ahead." and I again lost consciousness.

The room was barely furnished, completely white and bathed in light when I opened my eyes.

"Oh, how good. You are awake."

I heard a female voice in a strong South African accent. I turned my head and saw a fat, black South African lady smiling at me. I was super confused. I was in a hospital bed, but this didn't really look like a hospital, and she didn't look like a nurse.

"Wheh...", was as far as I managed on "Where am I" before my voice gave out.

"You need to drink a lot. Here, let me help", said the lady and gave me something that looked like a hospital version of a gym bottle. As I drank she continued.

"You had a traffic accident. Nothing serious. Just a concussion, so you were dismissed from the hospital to make room. This is a recovery home."

I was gulping water. Man, was I was thirsty. "Where are we?" I asked.

"Just outside the city, so still close to Johannesburg."

That's like at least 10 hours away from Cape Town. What the fuck had happened?

"What day is it?"

"It's Thursday today, dear. I'll go and get something for you to eat", the fat lady answered, and started to move towards the door.

Something just didn't feel right. It was Wednesday evening when I was kidnapped. "No, what date?"

"Thursday the 28th", she said from the door.

A whole fucking week.

I felt a sucking black hole in my gut. The lady seemed nice, but there was no way I would trust her right now. Perhaps she believed everything she had just told me, but clearly some things were not true. My head felt fine, as opposed to the last time I was conscious, but what about the rest? I didn't feel any restraints, just my body in a hospital gown, under some white sheets. In fact, nothing hurt anywhere. Just thirsty, still, hungry and a need to piss.

I could see a different door in another wall than the nurse had just left through. Presumably a private toilet for this small recovery room. A pair of slippers stood next to the bed, so I threw off the blankets began to sit up and swing out my legs. That's when I first felt it. It was weird feeling, familiar, but yet very different.

I quickly kicked my feet into the slippers and carefully, still a bit woozy, shuffled into the bath room. It was surprisingly roomy. Well, perhaps not surprisingly, given the number of people with casts, wheelchairs and whatnot passing through. But it had plenty of room around the toilet seat and sink, and a full length mirror next to the sink, presumably for wheel chair bound people.

I raised the gown from my knees to expose my front, and just stared for a several seconds to fully understand what I saw. My dick and balls were gone. In its place was the largest, most aggressively male genitalia I had ever seen, even in pictures. The massive dick went almost down to my knees, and thick as a can of red bull. And even though it was completely flaccid it was veiny as cabbage and the outlines of a massive head was clearly visible through the uncut foreskin.

Behind the dick were two softball sized testicles hanging low, but unevenly so. It was all topped off with a large bush of coarse hair. And all of it, the hair, the balls and the dong, where dark chocolate black.

I just stared in disbelief. Then tentatively I touched the penis. Yep, it was real and it was now apparently mine. Standing straight my hands couldn't even reach halfway down to the tip. My mind caught up with reality and was filling with questions. Who did this? Why did they do this? How did they do this? Isn't there organ rejection? Aren't you supposed to eat some sort of pills forever after receiving a transplant? Are there even any pants I can wear anymore? Did baller shorts just become underwear?

I went to the toilet and emptied my bladder. It worked fine. Better than fine even, as aiming just became a lot easier with such a hose, although using paper involved lifting. Lifting! I could feel that it was much more sensitive than what I was used to, and felt it starting to come alive. I quickly dropped it and went back to bed. Just as I did lunch arrived.

Once fed, and having checked with the care taker, Amahle, that she wouldn't be back for two hours, I decided to try out my new dong. Tissues were already on the side table. I sat up in bed, kicked off the sheet and had another look under the gown. I was again taken aback with the sight. It wan't just massive, but somehow everything, length, girth, balls, looked to be in proportion. I must admit that I haven't spent much time thinking about, looking at or describing cocks, but the first words that came to mind were aggressive, intimidating and virile. The black skin made it even more so, as the light from the window created contrasting highlights on the veins.

Carefully I looked at the border, where the black skin met my pasty, white body. Rather than a sharp line, as I had expected, there was a narrow gradient where one color blended over to the other. How on earth was this done? It looked like perhaps a decades old surgery where the scar had long since gone soft.

I resumed where we left off in the bathroom, slowly stroking it. It reacted right away, and apparently was a grower as well as a shower. Holy fuck was it massive. I just lied in bed and over perhaps 20 minutes had the best wank in my life. I have no idea whose dick I was giving a handjob, but this was clearly his loss and my gain. It was filled to the brim with nerve endings, making every stroke amazing. Or perhaps it was designed and grown in a lab somewhere? In that case, props to the cocksmith.

The head was leaking precum like crazy, sending small droplets of man lube for every noisy slosh of foreskin riding up and down the head. I was probably suffering from some sort of auto-erotic asphyxiation with so much blood displaced, but it I managed get amazed of how long I lasted, in the fog of pleasure.

When I finally couldn't keep it contained anymore, I erupted in rope after rope of cum going everywhere. On my chest, in my face, and some overshooting me all together. As I was catching my breath, sweaty and sticky, I was thinking about what to tell Amahle. Or if I should get up and do some attempts to clean up the mess first. I realized I had plenty of problems ahead of me. Cleaning up, getting home, ever wearing pants again, figuring out how to use toilets. But at least there and then I could not care less.

[centrally-unplanned]

It's been a prior of mine for a while that long-distance high-speed rail projects between major U.S cities simply wouldn't have the efficacy or ridership that a local subway system in each of those cities would have instead. I'm curious of you think there's ground to this idea or not? Is it political considerations that seem to prioritize long distance lines over local ones, or is there something else at play?

From a castle-in-the-sky planner perspective, I totally agree with that - the US has very good highways, good airline infrastructure, very high car ownership, and most people don't visit other cities all that often anyway. Austin would definitely be better served building a subway (and the density a subway permits) than trying to HSR to Dallas.

But you can also do both? And they actually compliment each other - if you can HSR to Austin, then get on the subway from the main station, now visitors never need to rent a car. The places that fund subways and HSR are just different entities, if you "cut" HSR allocations from congress its not really going to go a subway project beyond top-up funds for existing ones, since subway projects are done locally. The big constraints on new subway projects is just that we stopped building cities with them in mind and have become unwilling to pay the temporary disruption price to get them, its all local politics stuff. (Austin has a small amount of light rail, but expansion has been very slow)

And while generally HSR loses out to subway, HSR in the Northeast Corridor would be very valuable. Almost all of those cities already have subways! And because of the distances the amount of travel between DC-Baltimore-Philly-NYC-Boston is pretty high and if it was faster could be a lot higher. DC NYC should be easily under two hours, totally doable, and there are "tipping points" in distances where things like day trips become viable and it changes the economies in question. So for the NEC, HSR should be the priority in this space.

[bsdw-ccraccs]

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4*

Borne back ceaselessly into the past

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Chapter 4

  Song: 

After Dark

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Outside of the agency, the sound of a helicopter coming down alerted everyone, and woke up Aeris. Yosano stood up as he sits up from the stiff bed, Jun’ichiro’s voice is heard from the hallway.

“You’ve all got to come see this!” 

 ┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓

 TimeSkip

 In the ADA

   President's office

┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛

“How nice to finally meet you! President Fukuna.” The blond male, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, smiles towards the president of the ADA, a silver briefcase in between them, to guild members standing respectfully behind the Guild’s leader.

“Uhhh… Fuzuka??” 

“Fukuzawa,” His deep voice corrects the American’s mispronunciation of his name, his eyes closed and arms crossed.

“That’s it!” the blond points, “Oh! We parked our chopper on a nearby highway. Was that alright?”

“What is it you want to discuss,” The president stays in the same position, the only movement being of his mouth as he speaks, “You've journeyed across the world to come here, speak your mind.”

Tea is placed near the silver briefcase, “My~ this is a rare specimen,” Fitzgerald grabs the tea cup in his hand, eyes curious, eyebrow raised, “I don’t recognize this style of porcelain, what is the brand of this set? Royal Blanc?” 

He lifts the cup above his face, looking at it bottom to top, top to bottom. “Or perhaps, El Zelga.”

Naomi, standing behind the president’s couch, responds. “It’s from the ceramics store next door,” Fitzgerald takes a sip of the tea, before handing it over to one of the characters standing behind him.

“My apologies.. Please call me Francis old sport, I insist,” he looks up, a mischievous smile on his lips, “I’m the leader of the guild, we are headquartered in North America! I personally own three conglomerates, five hotels, an airline, a university-”

“Mr.Fitzgerald,” Fukuzawa cuts him off, the blond leans back, a slight pout on his lips, “I’ve received reports that you issued a bounty to encourage the Port Mafia to attack us…” Fukuzawa looks up, a strong glare staring back at Fitzgerald, “Are they true?”

Fitzgerald smiles “Ye-es, that was a big mistake on my part.”

“To think such a famed criminal group would be so incompetent,” The blonde leans forward, crossing his arms across his knees, winking at Fukuzawa, "To make amends, I bring you a business proposal.”

Outside of the office, both Yosano and Aeris wait to be able to speak to the president, though being able to listen in to the serious conversation between the guild leader and the agency president. The voice of the foreigner cuts in “You’ve got a nice little company here, and it’s in an attractive neighborhood, as such…”

The sound of a briefcase getting opened registered through their ears as the guild leader speaks. “I’d like to buy it from you.”

Yosano frowned, looking at Aeris who seemed quite unbothered. The teen boy was fiddling around with his new clothing, he especially seemed to like the warmth of the tan sleeveless sweater vest that Ranpo got for him. 

“It’s not the building I’m interested in,” Fitzgerald’s voice broke Yosano out of her trance, her re-relaxed face becoming tight with frustration, “I want one thing.”

“And that is?” The gruff voice of the president responds.

“What do you think? I want your gifted business permit.”

Yosano huffed, shaking her head as Aeris shuffled the bottom of his face getting covered with his red scarf. The boy knew a bit about the guild, not much, but he at least knew something. The guild wanting the gifted business permit wasn’t expected at all, but understandable. 

 “Those fools are about the only ones you can’t buy with money,” Aeris can hear the male lean back again, “We are a secret society that officially doesn’t even exist.”

The male pauses before continuing his speech, “there’s something in the city that we want, we’d rather not rile the ministry while we look for it. Your permit will allow us t-”

“I refuse,” The president cuts him off, the answer was to be expected for someone like him, but Yosano sighs in relief. Aeris stares at her from under his eyelashes, did she really think that the president of the armed detective agency would sell his permit?

‘Aren’t permits really hard to get?’ Aeris looks to the side, facing the door, his lips pouting from under his scarf as he huffs. 

Listening back in, he slides down the wall and sits down, the amount of waiting is making him tired. He hasn’t been able to stand or walk, doctor’s orders, for a day or so, and that track meet from a few days ago is still making his legs wobble more than a plate of pudding being held by someone with Parkinson's disease. 

“Very well then…” the soft sound of something being taken off and placed down was heard, “It’s a limited edition model, made to order with pink diamonds.” The man’s smile could be heard through the door. 

“I’m afraid there’s no amount of money you could offer that would entice me to give up our permit,” Fukuzawa responds, “it is a symbol of hope, not just for our members but also for that of Master Natsume, without whom this agency would not exist.”

‘Master Natsume? That name sounds familiar… was it from the agency’s book. I remember reading something about him, but I’ll have to look for it for sure…’ Aeris sighs softly, ‘Can their conversation end soon? I’m getting tired of looking around at the same things on the wall, and taking the time to take the doctor’s appearance would be too weird…’ he looks up at the female, the metal butterfly hair pin taking his attention before he shook his head. 

“What kid?” Yosano looks at him, her voice coming out soft but with a slight intent to scare. Her arms were folded and she was leaning back on the wall. She had been like that for a while.

“Oh, sorry… I just like your hair pin,” he points at the left side of his head, “it’s a great contrast compared to the rest of your clothing in my opinion.” The doctor smiles and nods, bringing her hand up to her pin. 

‘It seems like she’s quite sentimental about it…’ 

“If your employees vanished, I’d make a bet your little agency would cease to function, and by then it would be too late to change your mind,” The American’s voice brough Aeris back to the serious conversation happening inside of the office. 

Aeris stands up from the floor, cleaning the back of his pants off with one of his hands as he hears the closing of the briefcase. Kenji had been silently standing in the corner, Aeris hadn’t noticed that until a feminine voice cut through after two claps.

“Escort our guests out Kenji,” A smile appeared on the farmer boy’s face as he turned towards the door. “Understood!” the boy smiles as he opens the door. 

“This way please!” 

“I’ll leave a message for you in tomorrow's paper,” Aeris stares at the open door, the Americans coming to view from his spot in the hallway. He stands respectfully, not wanting to make a bad image of himself in the eyes of foreigners that have much more power than he does both economically and socially. 

The taller blond turns his head, his blue eyes creepily becoming bigger as he smiles at the boss.

“Consider it carefully, you old sport. I always get what I’m after.”

Aeris glares at the floor before relaxing his face as Kenji and the guests walk past him. ‘Bad vibes coming from them, they’re going to do something not good at all…’

The girl with red hair, tied into two braids looks at him as he closes his eyes and bows his head down in respect. She huffs in pleasure before looking forward and walking away. 

Yosano and Aeris wait a second, listening for the ‘Ding~’ of the elevator before breathing out a sigh and walking over to the entrance of the office. 

Yosano knocks on the door as Aeris looks behind him again.

“Come on in,” The president’s voice sends a wave of comfort into Aeris’s body as Yosano opens the door and enters, the boy walking in right behind her before bowing towards the president of the agency. 

“Yosano, and Dahl Aeris,” Fukuzawa nods, his face keeping a serious look to it, but his eyes changed instantly when they both entered.

“Please, sir, call me Aeris, I’m much more comfortable with that.”

“Yes, I thought so, Ranpo had told me about that.” Fukuzawa signs for the boy to sit down in front of him, “Please, sit boy, I apologize for making you both wait for so long.”

“It’s alright President,” Yosano stands behind Aeris. 

There is a comfortable silence as Naomi comes by and sets some tea down in front of the young boy. “How are you feeling Aeris?” The older male asks, “You have been bedridden for a small while right?”

“Ah, umh, yes, I have. I’m feeling much better sir thanks to the close monitoring of Doctor Yosano, she’s been very polite to me and both Atsushi and Ranpo have been great company.” The boy nods before fully looking up, his natural droopy eyed look taking the president off guard. The black and pink haired boy had very mesmerizing though dull eyes, his smile being genuine but not reaching his eyes. 

“I have a bad feeling of what is going to happen with the guild and us,” Aeris looks away, closing his eyes before looking at his reflection in the tea. Grabbing the cup, he takes a sip out of respect, straining to not make a face due to his small dislike to tea. He sets the tea down and smiles back at the President.

“Why is that boy?”

Changing the subject, the boy sits up straight. “I feel like Doctor Yosano has made a small explanation on my ability, and that Ranpo has deducted most of the information about my ability right?” 

“Yes, they have. It’s called ‘Lamb to the Slaughter’, correct?”

Aeris nods.

“I believe it would be best if the Aeris joins the agency, his unique ability could help us a lot against the Port Mafia, and from what I can see, the Guild too,” Yosano speaks up, giving in a good word for the boy, “He also seems to know a lot about both of the  groups, who knows what dirt we could get on them.”

Aeris’s eyes widened, seeing as the compliments of Yosano made him feel accomplished, maybe he could get a job here to finally be able to pay that nice landlord that let him stay in his parents house after the incident, and that nice lady that bought him groceries when he was too sad to go out, and a kid who would knock on his door with cards and games and his mom would come over to make sure he ate warm food and helped clean up his place.

The stinging of his eyes made him come back to reality as he looked up, avoiding crying in front of such a man. Would it consider him weak or too emotional to cry about people who helped him out when he was struggling?

The boy sighs before looking towards the president again, “I would love to join the agency, I would love to help this society be a safer place for the elderly, the middle aged, teens, and children alike.”

The president smiles at him before nodding, “It will take a while to officially join due to the amount of things happening at the moment, yes, I accept.”

Naomi smiles, Yosano places a hand on the boy's shoulder as he relaxes. 

“Though,” Fukuzawa said, Aeris tensing up again. “You changed the topic when asked about the bad feeling you were talking about.”

Aeris sighs, closing his eyes. “Kenji was caught by the Guild.”

“What?”

“Yes, Lucy Montgomery, the girl with hair in braids. Her ability is called ‘Anne of Abyssal Red.’ Kenji was caught in her ability and is not able to get out, there’s no need to worry. I believe he is still safe.”

Fukuzawa huffs, “So it is starting.”

Aeris stands up, “I believe it is my time to leave, thank you for your time sir.” Bowing towards the older male, he straightens up and turns around, Yosano walking in front of him again. 

‘I will do my best to keep this society safe, even if I have to break laws.’