#Berkeley Pier

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The Times They Are A-Changin Linda Knight Seccaspina

When I was 15 years old my high school class went to the Dorval Airport (now Trudeau International Airport) in Montreal on a field trip. As we sat in the once luxurious airplane seats I dreamed about becoming an airline stewardess travelling the world. Each time my Dad would provide a ride to a local TCA (Air Canada) stewardess I longed to wear her dark green outfit with the tall hat. This was to…

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Berkeley, California by Thomas Hawk Via Flickr: The Berkeley Pier is in Berkeley, California. When constructed in 1926, the pier extended 3.5 miles (5.6 km) into San Francisco Bay from the end of University Avenue. Due to extensive filling of the bay and the creation of the Berkeley Marina, it presently extends only 2.5 miles (4.0 km)

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Iron Bacteria: A Hidden Threat To Your Home’s Waterproofing System

Iron Bacteria, infamously known as Iron Ochre, is not a household term for most individuals. However, if you live in an area with significant iron in the groundwater, Iron Bacteria could potentially be playing havoc on your home’s waterproofing system. This distinctive type of bacteria is a unique microorganism that thrives and multiplies in iron-rich environments, leading to a series of issues in your household systems. Contrary to some opinions, Iron Bacteria poses no threat to human health but is a major concern for homeowners due to its detrimental effect on building waterproofing systems.

Firstly, it’s essential to understand what Iron Bacteria is. This microorganism itself is rather remarkable. It feeds off the iron dissolved in the water, resulting in a reddish-brown sludge as a byproduct of its metabolism. This sludge, or biofilm, is considered a slimy and usually rusty-colored fine organic sediment. To laymen, it can be identified by its feathery or fluffy texture, and the fact that it tends to stick to pipes and drains, reducing their diameter – much like cholesterol in our arteries. It presents a leading cause of concern when this biofilm builds up and accumulates over time, potentially blocking pipes and causing significant issues in the process.

When it comes to our homes, specifically areas related to waterproofing like interior drains or sump pumps, this bacteria can have a devastating effect. The biofilm’s accumulation may clog the drainage system or build up in the sump pump, reducing its effectiveness significantly. A worst-case scenario could lead to the backup of floodwater into your home, causing potentially thousands of dollars in damage.

It is also worth noting that the presence of Iron Bacteria can cause aesthetic and sensory issues. For instance, deposits can discolour fixtures, and the slimy textures can be unpleasant to touch and clean. Additionally, a significant buildup can produce a musty or swampy odor, which can be off-putting for homeowners and their guests.

Now, you might be wondering how you can mitigate this intrusive issue. Regular maintenance and inspection are essential for keeping the effects of Iron Bacteria at bay. Consider scheduling periodic inspections of your home’s waterproofing system. This could involve activities such as flushing out drains and pipes, inspecting and cleaning sump pumps, and treating systems with solutions specifically designed to break down the bacteria or its sludge residue.

Furthermore, where possible, you might want to consider options for reducing the iron content in your water supply. Filtration systems or water softeners can help. Remember, it’s wise to check local codes and regulations before working on your plumbing or water supply systems.

In conclusion, Iron Bacteria, or Iron Ochre, is most definitely an unsung villain when it comes to our household waterproofing systems. Your most effective weapon against it is knowledge and regular maintenance. This humble microorganism might not pose a hazard to your physical health, but ignoring its existence could potentially cost you a hefty sum in home repairs and system replacements. So, the next time you see a rust-colored trail in your drainage, remember, it may well be Iron Ochre marking its territory and plan your counter-attack accordingly.

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shades of cool | luke castellan

part two to how to disappear

a/n: happy endings don't exist on this page.

i. and when he calls, he calls for me and not for you; he lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby too.

“hermes is angry.” 

you knew it was your mother before you even saw her. the two, white doves cooing in the middle of downtown berkeley gave her away. although you hadn’t spoken to her in months, too afraid and too upset to put your faith in the hands of the gods since the night at the pier, your mother tried to get your attention every day. the flowers bloomed like clockwork. on your way to class, red and orange bunches sprouted from the corner of your eye. the once welcome reminder of luke turned bitter and painful. it was as if your mother was mocking you for losing him, for losing love. you felt as if you disappointed her, the daughter of the goddess of love, unable to experience it for herself. it was pathetic, really. 

you tucked your hair behind your ears, suddenly feeling self-conscious with aphrodite’s eyes on you. she was your mother, sure, and she’d been a better parent to you than most, but she was still a goddess– the goddess of beauty at that. your arms were crossed over your chest, eyebrows furrowed, “why?” 

she didn’t answer your question just yet, but she studied your face, eyes scrutinizing the marks of imperfections. she reached over to run her thumb across the bags under your eyes. “you’ve aged, my child.” 

you fought the urge to roll your eyes. this was normal with your mother. she made these snide comments about your appearance, but her comments to you were not nearly as bad as what she said to your siblings, and especially not as bad as what other godly parents put their kids through. you could handle a few jabs here and there. you shrugged, “not all of us have the power of eternal youth.” 

she nodded, pulling her thumb away, “we have not talked in a while.” 

“been busy,” you lied, chewing on your bottom lip. you tugged on the scarf around your neck, wanting to keep your hand occupied as you avoided her gaze. you wondered if your mother missed you, if she actually cared about you. in the weird way that gods do, you suppose that she did care, but you wondered if she cared about you the way a mother would; worry about your safety when you went out at night, worry if you were wearing enough layers in the winter, mundane things like that. “college and stuff, you know.” 

“hmm,” she hummed, unconvinced. she motioned for the two doves perched on the tree branch to fly away. they obeyed her, circling around each other in a dance, before flying away in separate directions, away from the both of you. “how many more years do you have left?” 

“another two after this and then i’m done.” it was odd talking to her like this, in her human form, like she was a normal mother who was just curious about college and her daughter’s future. maybe she even sounded a little bit proud of you; a child of aphrodite, making a name for herself outside of the life she was dealt. “hopefully, i’ll make it to graduate school.” 

a heavy tension hung in the air as your words echoed. aphrodite’s eyes narrowed, thinking. she looked up at the sky, before repeating herself. “hermes is angry.”

you stared at her, waiting for her to continue. there was an unreadable expression on her face, somewhere between anger, pain, and desperation, but it wasn’t her own emotions that she carried. she was mirroring someone, as if their pain was so unbearable, aphrodite herself had to shoulder some of it to save them. the gods were selfish. most of the time, they thought of nobody but themselves, but there were some moments when they showed compassion, when they showed mercy to mortals and demigods alike.

“his son resents him,” she continued, eyes closing like she was picturing it in her mind. “he is angry at me because his son prays to me instead of him.” 

“mom, i don’t want to hear this,” you sighed, anger rising in your system. you knew she knew how you felt about the situation. you’d ignored her attempts to talk frequently. “he made his decision. he’s betrayed us all.” 

“i cannot ignore him, don’t you understand?” she looked at you, eyes glossed over in a pleading manner. she looked too human. it was unsettling. “his love is loud. he is desperate. i am the goddess of love and i cannot ignore him while he suffers, even if he makes me his enemy.”

“the other gods listen to his prayers to me because i can no longer carry the burden on my own. it is too much, my child,” she shuddered, “all he talks of is you.” 

you stared at her, internalizing her words. a shiver went down your spine as you looked at her, “i don’t understand why you’re telling me this.” 

“i have tried to tell you, but you’ve been stubborn,” aphrodite frowned, “you do not pray, you do not make your offerings. you have not spoken to your siblings since that night. you have disappeared from this life as if you were not part of it at all.” 

“because i didn’t ask for this!” you screamed. “i don’t want anything to do with this, mom. losing luke… it killed me. you know this. i can’t go back there and i can’t make offerings to you or the gods when you all are the reason why he did what he did!” 

since that night, you began to question your blind faith in the gods. you’d been taught to worship them and you did because you had to. you were luckier than most, being the favorite of your mother, so you never went against the gods. you thought you had no reason to, until luke began talking to you. he planted seeds of distrust for the gods in you, learning about thalia, meeting annabeth and learning her story from luke, what luke had to go through during his quest. how did the gods sit back and leave their children for dead? but you always believed there was a purpose for all of this, and it provided you with some misguided comfort. then, luke left everyone who’d ever loved him because the anger in his soul won against all odds, and you knew there was no reason to trust them anymore. 

if the gods were all-mighty and all-powerful, how could they let him grow so angry and accept this fate? how dare they ignore him and ruin him? he was kind. he was patient. he was luke. he deserved more than what they gave him. all of you do. aphrodite blinked, trying to understand you. a look of panic flashed across her features, her human form slowly peeling away, but you could see her pulling back. 

“i’m not saying i’m joining him,” you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands, “i’m just saying what he said to percy made sense. luke had a point. the gods were horrible to him and to all demigods. hermes has no right to be angry with you, or with luke. he should be angry at himself. all of you should be.” 

“i can’t forgive luke for what he did,” you whispered, voice calming after a rumble of thunder shook the ground. the gods were listening. “beth still wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. she writes to me every month. i haven’t written back because it hurts, mom. i keep thinking of luke. she reminds me so much of him and it kills me that i can’t do anything to help her. where do i even start? i can’t fulfill the hole he left in her life. nobody can.” 

your mother nodded, clearing her throat. “do consider returning to camp this summer. your siblings miss you and your sister is not doing well.” 

“piper?” 

“silena,” she replied. the doves returned to her. “it was lovely to see you, my child.” 

in a blink, she was gone. you wondered if she’d show her face again, but the rain fell from the sky soon after she left, and you realized you probably wouldn’t. 

ii. but you are unfixable, i can't break through your world.

“i’ll catch up with you guys in a second,” you motioned for your roommates to keep walking home without you. the two girls nodded, sending you a small wave of goodbye, before they turned the street corner. you began walking towards the entrance of the science building, towards the silhouette of a boy you could recognize in every life. 

luke’s jaw was clenched as you approached him. he was caught. luke knew that he shouldn't be here. he knew it was too dangerous, but he couldn't help himself; he had to see you. 

berkeley suited you. in college, you were a normal girl, stressed about finals and getting a summer internship. though luke had never seen you outside of camp before, he always imagined that you’d look even more beautiful when you didn’t have the stress of this life on your shoulders. it was weird seeing you out in the world like this. if he hadn’t known you, if he wasn’t already under your spell, he would undoubtedly fall to worship aphrodite’s favorite daughter.

your friends didn’t know who your mother was, but if they saw through the mist, if they knew the truth, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to them. you had an aura about you that was undeniable and for a minute, luke was jealous that these people around you could freely succumb to your pull, to allow themselves into your orbit, while all he could do was watch from afar. they didn’t realize how lucky they were to be around you, they would never fully understand. 

you looked happy in the bay area, free, like you weren’t a demigod, like you weren’t preparing for a war. a war that he knew he caused. 

he looked down at his feet before rising from the steps. he hadn't planned to speak to you. he’d been following you for weeks, from a distance, of course, he wasn’t going to test his luck any more than he already was, but then you approached him and luke knew there was no hiding anymore. 

truth be told, there was never any hiding from you in the first place. you knew him better than he knew himself. sometimes, it scared him, just how vulnerable he was with you. when he first realized how he felt about you, he wanted to squash the feeling between his fingers and make it disappear into thin air. he knew there was nothing good that could come out of it, but he couldn't help but hope. 

how could he not? how could he not hope that maybe, in some twisted way, he would be able to be with you? that one day, he could stop running, stop fighting, and just love you the way he wanted to. hope was a cruel thing, luke realized after the night on the pier. it makes him believe that there is good out there, somewhere in the future, daring him to hold on just a bit longer, only to leave him high and dry, an empty shell of who he once was. 

“what are you doing here?”

luke let the question linger between the both of you for a second. partly because he didn't know what he was doing here. i needed to see you didn't feel like enough. it barely scratched the surface of what he was feeling. luke was never a wizard with words, but he used to be able to at least say something. now, though, as you stood in front of him, his mind went blank. 

“what are you doing here?” you repeated. you had your arms wrapped around yourself to soothe your skin from the wind chills. luke didn't know it got this cold in california. “i’ve seen you a few times, and i thought you’d give it up, but it’s been weeks, luke. so tell me, what are you doing here?”

luke’s mouth was dry. he thought he was being careful, but he should’ve known better. you could always sense when he was around, just like how he knew whenever you were around. there’s something that shifts in the air, as if it gets lighter and it’s easier to breathe. luke wondered if it was still the same for you. 

“he's using me,” luke whispered, “like a stepping stone to gain power.” 

for a second, your face softened into a look that he knew too well. it was the same way you used to look at him when he talked about his nightmares or when he talked about his mom. a flicker of hope passed through luke’s mind, but he knew better now. he extinguished it before it got too comfortable. 

there was a hint of disbelief in your voice when you spoke again, “what did you think was going to happen?”

“i thought i was doing the right thing,” he felt small. “i thought he wanted to make things better for us. the gods, they’re terrible parents. you know this. what they did to thalia, to all of us, i-i just thought that he would make things better.”

you shook your head, “luke, you betrayed all of us. percy, annabeth– did you know that she cries at night over losing you? over losing her brother? she’s lost everyone luke! and you were supposed to stay. you were supposed to be there for her! i saw her last summer when i came back to camp. beth is so much like you.” 

“i know,” luke was crying. he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. kronos was taking over every part of him. he was there in every crevice of him, just waiting for the moment to drain him of everything he used to be. “gods, i know, angel. i just thought i was doing the right thing.” 

“and me luke,” you rubbed your temples with the pads of your fingers. you hadn’t told anyone this before. you were too busy trying to make sure that everyone else around you was okay. as the oldest one now that luke was gone, you had to step up. your mother was right. your siblings were not doing well, nobody in the camp was. “i feel so stupid for ever trusting you. i keep thinking of every small interaction, every word you said, and i just keep wondering if any of it was real.”

“you don’t mean that,” he shook his head, stepping down to get closer to you. under the light of the streetlamp, you saw him better. if you didn’t know him as well as you did, you probably wouldn’t have recognized him. “everything, all of it, i meant it. you know that right?” 

his eyes were sunken in, dark bags outshining the once vibrant sparkle of his eyes. now, the rims of his eyes were red. his hair was matted against his scalp like he let his curls tangle into knots and didn’t bother to fix them. there were newer, smaller cuts that joined the scar on his face. they weren’t as deep, but they were fresh, a sign that whatever he faced was recent.

“i love you, please tell me you at least believe that,” luke rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm, “your mom doesn’t answer me anymore. i don’t know what else to do.”

when you didn’t say anything, luke felt the ground crumbling from under him. luke could live with a lot of things; being a failure in the eyes of his father, being a traitor, but you thinking that he didn’t love you was something he didn’t think he could live with. it was real to him, all of it. he didn’t know if this was the right time to tell you that those moments with you were the only things keeping him grounded. 

the image of you throwing your head back in laughter as he tickled your sides, the freckles on your cheeks that showed up during the summer that he would spend hours counting while you slept on his chest, the sound of your voice, talking in hushed whispers, in the dark of the hermes cabin; it was you who he held onto as he fell deeper and deeper under kronos’ control. 

luke walked closer to you, holding out a hand to touch you, when you flinched and backed away from him. your fingers unconsciously reached for the dagger you had on your belt loop. he shuddered, taking in a breath. he looked down at his hands, lips trembling as he wiped them on the fabric of his jeans. there was nothing on them, but he wanted to scrub them clean because it felt as if all the blood he spilled was stuck under his flesh, staining them red. 

you thought he would hurt you. 

“i…” luke trailed off, stuffing his hands in his pockets. he cleared his throat, “i didn’t come here to fight. i could never hurt you.” 

“i don’t know anymore, luke,” you bit your lip, heart breaking as you spoke to him. “i never thought that we’d end up like this.” 

“come with me,” he begged. “run away with me.” 

“is this what you came here for?” you asked, “to try to recruit me like you did with percy?” 

“no,” he shook his head vigorously. he was on the verge of getting on his knees to beg you to believe him. “i want out. i messed up, angel.” 

“you did,” you whispered. he looked genuine like he meant it, like he did want to run away from it. a piece of you wanted to say yes, yes, i’ll run away with you. tell me where to go and i’ll follow you, but it was the part of you that still clung to him. the foolish part of you who still wanted to believe that the boy you met when you were younger, stubborn, selfless, sweet, luke castellan was still there. 

you listened to that part of you on the final night in the hermes cabin, when you told him you loved him and he said nothing back. you tried so hard to lock that part of you away since that night, but it was hard to deny it when he was there in front of you.

“tell me what i can do to fix it,” luke felt like he was going crazy. “anything, angel. i’ll do it. just say the word.” 

you closed your eyes, “there’s nothing you can do anymore, luke.” 

“that can’t be true,” he hiccuped. 

“you need to go.” 

over the last few years, luke experienced brutal types of torture. he often spent days without sleeping, too afraid that kronos would visit him while he dreamt. he fought monsters he didn’t realize existed. he walked away from fights barely hanging onto a thread of life, but this– you telling him that there was nothing else left for him, like he no longer had a place in your life, this was a different type of torture that might just send him plummeting to his end. 

“please don’t come back here,” you added, motioning to the buildings behind you. “this was the one place in my life you haven’t tainted.” 

his apology was left stuck in his throat as you walked away, not once looking back at him. 

iii. but i can't help him, can't make him better and i can't do nothing about his strange weather. 

“y/n,” percy said, approaching you from behind. 

it was the summer. you were sitting on the pier, a joint loosely hanging off your lips. you put out the lit end on the wooden pier, stuffing the joint in your pocket. you knew percy knew you smoked, but you still tried to hide it from him as much as possible. he was too young. 

“hey, perce,” you smiled, kindly, scooting over to give him space to sit next to you. “sorry. you caught me. i’m not really being a good role model right now.” 

“it’s okay,” he assured you, sitting beside you. he looked out into the lake, extending his fingers to cause a ripple effect in the water. “i don’t judge.” 

you nudged his shoulder. percy looked his age in the light of the sunset. you wondered if you ever looked that young. “don’t tell mr. d.” 

“he has plenty of other things to worry about,” percy scoffed, “how are you?” 

you knew why he was asking. beth had told you today that they saw luke in the labyrinth. he was now kronos’ host. when she first told you, you were stone cold, no emotion on your face. you knew something like this was possible. it was only a matter of time until you lost luke all over again, completely this time, but it still hurt even though you knew it was coming. you simply nodded and walked off, finding solace at the pier as you always did. 

“i’m okay,” you replied, though your voice said differently. you played with the sleeves of your sweater, luke’s sweater actually. he left it in the hermes cabin along with the rest of his things. nobody dared to touch it so his bed remained the same as it was years ago, collecting dust. “he came to see me in berkeley… before, y’know.” 

“did he?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, leaning back on your elbows. “he said he wanted out. asked me to run away with him.” 

percy looked at you, “what did you say?” 

“i told him it was too late,” you met his gaze. “i don’t know if it actually was.” 

he didn’t know what to say to that. he’d only witnessed your relationship with luke for a few hours when he returned to camp for the first time. it was only a few years ago, but percy felt like it had been lifetimes. he’d heard about you and luke from annabeth and grover. when there were lulls in their conversations, one of them would bring you up and joke about how you and luke should just confess your feelings for one another. percy didn’t understand it until he saw the way luke was with you. 

luke, who’d taken him under his wing, was love struck. percy didn’t know how he didn’t notice it before, but there were traces of you weaved into luke’s life. a picture of the two of you in his wallet, a small cal berkeley flag taped messily on his wall, a box of his things under his bed that were reserved for you, doodles of hearts in black and pink ink on luke’s counselor clipboard when he did cabin checks, you were in every piece of him. 

luke was glued to your side the entire time you were there and nobody batted an eye. it was normal. luke and y/n, two names that seemed to go together, like they were meant to be uttered right after each other. it felt right. 

“i met your mom,” he said, “she was weird.” 

“sorry,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. “what did she say?” 

“she was obsessed with me and annabeth,” there was a blush creeping up on percy’s cheeks. he looked down at his lap to shy away, but you caught it. it was such a teenage boy response of percy to call your mom, the goddess of love, weird because she caught onto the two kids’ feelings for each other. 

“yeah, she does that,” you decided to spare him the details of why. you were sure the boy would explode in embarrassment if you told him that you also knew about his feelings for beth. you sensed it when you returned to camp last summer. there were inklings of it when you first met them, but now their bond was stronger and it was harder to ignore. “she used to obsess over me and luke.” 

percy blinked, “she said your love was her favorite to watch.” 

now it was your turn to go red, “did she?” 

“yeah,” he nodded, “annabeth thinks that you’re aphrodite’s favorite because you and luke had a great love and she was drawn to it, which is a little mean if you ask me.” 

“agreed,” you replied, “i… i miss him, percy.” 

“i know.” 

“i love him,” you cried, smudging the mascara on your eyes. 

“i know.” 

“he wasn’t always like this,” percy watched your eyes unfocus, like you were playing back the memories you had with luke in your head. “when we were younger, before luke was the golden boy, he used to help me sneak out of camp when i’d get home sick. he’d take me to this abandoned cabin a few miles away. an old couple used to live there and they set up a little free library. luke knew i loved to read so he would take me there so i could pick out new books for the summer.” 

“i didn’t know it then, but before i got to camp, he would steal books from stores during trips into the city and put them in there so i would have new selections to choose from when i got back,” you had a fond smile on your face as you continued, “the cabin was sold to new owners and they took the library down a while back. i think they thought nobody really used it anymore.” 

“he was always good at sneaking around,” you hummed, “he’d walk out of a place with something that wasn’t his inside his pocket; a lollipop for a new camper who was missing home a little extra one summer, a can of soda for beth from mr. d’s stash when it got too hot under the sun, a flower from the demeter kids’ secret garden for me. he never got caught, but everyone knew it was him. i don’t think anyone cared, though, because it was luke. he always had good intentions at the end of the day.” 

“do you think he’s still there?” percy asked, voice hushed into a whisper. “do you think he could ever come back to being that way?” 

“probably not,” you turned to face him. you were mourning him, percy realized then. luke wasn’t dead, not physically anyway, but the way you spoke about him felt like he was already gone. “luke, he internalizes everything he does. he beats himself up over the things he does wrong. if he were to survive this, i don’t think he’d ever forgive himself for it.” 

“this life, this prophecy, it feels like too much sometimes,” he mumbled. the sun was gone now, the two of you sat in the dark, listening to the calm sounds of the water. “i still feel like i don’t know what i’m doing most days.” 

“yeah,” you played with the pink lighter in your hand. the heart you drew on the plastic was long gone and there was no more fluid in it, but you kept it anyway. “my prophecy said that i would lose a love to worse than death and i ignored then because it didn’t make any sense to me, but now it does.” 

“i’m sorry.” percy didn’t know if it was the right thing to say. 

you smiled at him differently, like you were tired, a look of resignation across your face. you stood up, motioning for him to follow you back to camp to join the others. as you walked together in silence, you noticed a single dove fly across the horizon. 

iv. high, neglectful lover. you’re crumbling, sadly. you’re sadly, crumbling. 

you’d fought through your wounds, even as your bones ached and your blood stained the clothes over your body. luke appeared then. you didn’t know if the gods took on mercy on you at that moment, or if was the lack of energy to distinguish real life from your dreams, or a mist that covered the truth from you then, but the world seemed to stop and everyone seemed to fade away. 

all you saw was luke, in his camp half-blood shirt, five beads around his neck, the same boyish smile on his face. his eyes were sparkling as he approached you. his lips felt soft to the touch and his voice was kind. 

“my angel,” he said, wrapping his arms around you the same way he always did when you returned to him each summer. 

if you were to choose the way death came for you, you would choose it just like this, you decided– in the arms of the one love you’d ever known.

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Letter from Boston Commissioner of Public Safety John Kehoe to Boston Police Commissioner Robert di Grazia

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United StatesSeries: Tallulah Morgan et al v. James W. Hennigan et al Civil Action Case File # 72-0911

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts

Department of Public Safety

1010 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston

January 17, 1975

Commissioner Robert J. di Grazia

Boston Police Headquarters

154 Berkeley Street

Boston, Massachusetts

Dear Bob:

As you know, the State Police deploy 300 men to three schools in the South Boston area in the following manner and have done so since January 8, 1975:

South Boston High School: 90 troopers inside -- 50 troopers are stationed outside at the opening and dismissal of the High School and are utilized inside during school hours as relief to the above 90 men and also utilized when classes are changing.

Gavin Middle School: 30 troopers deployed outside during opening and dismissal and utilized inside when school is in session. 65 troopers on standby at the Commonwealth Pier, South Boston.

Dean Hart School: 15 troopers deployed outside at opening and dismissal and inside when classes are in session. In addition, there are 50 troopers utilized inside the school as a backup.

I have consulted with Deputy Superintendent America J. Sousa, Lieutenant Colonel Edward J. Teahan, and staff concerning the need for deploying men to the South Boston area.

As you are also aware, since the 300 men involves approximately one-half of our patrol troopers, it creates a tremendous drain on our patrol functions. Based upon the present needs, weather factor, and the fact that the 65 troopers at the Commonwealth Pier have not been utilized in any fashion since January 8th, it is my belief that this manpower of 65 troopers is not (illegible) at the present time. It is also believed that the Commissioner Robert J. di Grazia January 17, 1975

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50 troopers utilized as backup at the Dean Hart School could very well be cut at least 10 men, which is a total of 75 troopers that should be returned to normal duties.

In the event of a problem at South Boston High School, it is my firm belief that a total of 140 men would be sufficient to handle the situation, particularly in view of the fact that the availability of school bus drivers on short notice is present, as opposed to the problem that occurred in December when the Faith boy was stabbed. This, of course, would eliminate the long wait to get the buses to the High School for evacuation purposes in the event of a problem and, therefore, minimizes the possibility of a large gathering at South Boston High School because of the time factor.

In the event of a problem at the Gavin Middle School, the 50 backup troopers at the High School could be utilized both at Gavin or Dean Hart, and the same is true of the 40 remaining backup troopers at the Dean Hart School.

It is requested, therefore, that a total of 75 troopers be deleted from the 300 men now assigned to South Boston.

Very truly yours,

Jack

John F. Kehoe, Jr.

Commissioner

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HIGNFY's Guest Webterview: Jo Brand

Q1. This was the first time you've hosted the show. Did you do anything special to prepare?

Umm, no. Let me try and make something up: yes I went out and treated myself to a new and very expensive pair of shoes.

No, that doesn't sound anything like me. I'm afraid I didn't, except I just tried to get a bit of sleep the night before and not have my normal 17 pints of cider.

Q2. In Comic Relief Does The Apprentice, the girls beat the boys, including Piers Morgan and Alastair Campbell, but you spent much of the time gutting squid. Was it worth it?

It was. Either being in a room with Trinny or gutting squid was a difficult choice, but personally I think I hit the jackpot.

The reason I didn't want to be with the Trinny brigade was that they just expected you to phone up loads of your rich mates and get money off them. First of all, I don't really have any. Well I have a couple but I'd be far too embarrassed to ring them up and say can you give me loads of money. I did phone up Ruby Wax and say can I have £50, and she said "No." I gave up and went and gutted squid after that.

Q3. If you could have any two people, dead or alive, on the show, who would you choose?

I'd have Emmeline Pankhurst, and Jesus.

Q4. You've appeared on Countdown's Dictionary Corner a couple of times. Did any of the skills you picked up on Countdown help you host HIGNFY?

Oh I think so, yes, though what the hell they are I don't know. I love Dictionary Corner. Let me think, what could I have picked up on Countdown…well the ability to talk to a group of elderly people was probably very helpful.

Q5. You took part in the Comic Relief version of Fame Academy. Have you considered a career as a singer?

Well I don't think that's for me to judge is it? But people screamed and pulled pillows over their heads, so the group decision is probably a 'No'. Anyway, I haven't because I like my career as it already is, and far more people want to be singers than comedians. It would seem a foolish move to try and join them, especially when I can't really sing.

Q6. How do you think Paul and Ian would get on in the Academy?

Well they'd be great because I think they'd do something that reflected their personalities. I can see Ian in a top hat and tails doing A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square, and Paul doing some kind of rude Max Miller-ish musical song, with a boater and a stripey jacket.

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ohhh the summer 2013 … MAMA NICOLE UR BDAY MARCH 21st … CAMERON PICKED ME UP TO BANANA STAND TRYING TO GET ME BACK … I WAS CUTE THAT DAY …

anyways I have some extensions in my hair and high school because you Nas is so weird and just care about long hair so I took my extensions out when Cameron and I went on this banana stand date for me. I kind of wanted to get back with him, but I wasn’t gonna push it.

he was definitely trying to get back with me so I basically said yes to the date because it was a banana stand and we watched the Arrested Development and we both became obsessed with it so we went on our date and made a comment about me cutting my hair and I was like yeah I did that shit and he was like I wish you keep it long and I was like well we’re here now so it is what it is

I’m using speech text

but we go out to Manhattan Beach and he also has Berkeley friends out here, white friends who have their houses or maybe it’s old Loyola friends with their rich houses but anyways we hung out at the banana stand. Did our bike ride went on the pier or the little boat fairy , did that for maybe like an hour and a half two hours our little banana flirting with each other and then we went out to dinner where his friends met us and then we went to the beach a little and then we went back to his friends house stay there for the rest of the night and then he drove me back to Nonna’s

We didn’t have sex. We also didn’t talk about getting back together in full, but we did flirt with each other when we ate dinner and his friends came through either either I asked him or his friend mentioned or he mentioned there’s a girl that he’s talking to and trying to figure it out with. …

So I’m looking at like why are you here? Why would you not verbally express that right up because on your Instagram you’re not posting a bitch but you’re posting look warmly a bitch …. And we’re not talking….

——- so that’s March like I said January 2013 excuse me 2014 Preston and I are talking again but not until really like Valentine’s Day and it’s on and off so I’m not tethered to anybody in a boyfriend or sexual way. I’m not even having sex with Preston at that time, we’re flirting and I’m telling him my situation that I just had with Ian and I’m really like expressing how that shit really fucking hurt me…. so he has a stupid what’s that burger shack on Ventura across from the Marshalls he has that job that he’s doing also he’s giving me like I’m trying to focus on me and actually grow up and I’m working XYZ jobs but I still have the same friends, Chris the equipment guy back from when I was 16 hanging out with him, but he lives on Blackburn and Crescent Heights now …… this is pointless to somebody, adding up some details…..

So March happens I come over for Nicole‘s birthday. Cameron and I ended up going on a date. I left my car there. ….. so while I’m at college, I have my 2005 Prius, which is the silver one and then it got totaled in 2015 and I got my Chevy Cruz February 2015 and then I got my Honda Civic April May 2017 and a week after I got that car Cameron and I finally had sex… in the back seat I either picked you up at ur parents house or met you at the walking park but we definitely buss down in the back seat n broke n my near car … then left it at 2020 I asked what u went on ( 2017 U HIT ME to fuck and asked what I was on ) brought up w Jamal March … it’s about me n cams annual time of link up and ya turn me down n I said cool basically but you wanted to press the situation and make me seem crazy I told you I might have made a mistake and still ,gibt be in love*** w you .. but you said “ you got a nigga you don’t hit me when ur not in a relationship “ and paused thought umm Daniel and I was broken up but living together bc money tight ON MY END HE CHOSE NOT TO LEAVE and Jamal SAME THING but used COVID as an excuse to try n get me back WHEN A NIGGA GAY N NOT FUCKING ON ME WE HAD SEX LIKE 3 TIMES AFTER THE RELATIONSHIP Oct 2018 he basked me to marry him basically … “ DONT freak out imma marry you tho”

That’s weird … me sip corona and say “ ahahah okay” .. ur think “ that is not happening I need to get my spot ASAP”

don’t mind that thought it’s supposed to be a dash for my signed. That’s weird and quotations again text speech but Jamal I helped you while you were living with your roommates Marcus get your poetry photos, your books, your organization for your whatever poetry shit you were trying to do together you were struggling with fucking money , I was struggling with fucking money, but I had Neffy in a weird situation with Daniel and I couldn’t do Postmates for whatever reason because my attention span so I gave you my Postmates and I said OK if you make amount of money a week I will take 10 to 20% so I still get my cut because I have to pay taxes but you wanna make money to go and do a BNC but you also have a DUI but you want to do this side job so here’s my shit for you to use, but give me a cut because I gotta pay taxes ….. - A HELPFUL BITCH.

this is so jumpy and out of order and sporadic because I know it’s two different group chats or maybe three or four talking about why are we still on Cashay’s love life and trying to piece together shit leak from the wood where the fuck did you come from because you fucked on Evelyn Mazi Oreos you ain’t never had my pussy so why are you in my group chat with my niggas!?

also, you weirdos in a complementary way you like how I carry my shit with my Nas whether you’re a boo thing or an actual boyfriend of mine because for some fucked hard reason Lee Garlington can’t get it in her fucking head over me and I’ve never had a woman like me in a girlfriend situation so they do dumb ass shit to my face to make it seem like they love me, but behind the scenes, they’re making money off of me off the bitch I’m adopted to who should be taking care of me, but you’re doing defamation on my fucking character to keep me from the legitimate men that you know I should be married …. Which lets me know Lee at some point before my 16th birthday when granny Florence came over for the dinner for my 15th birthday and me and Lexi walked outside with Brandy. She told you about the arrange fucking marriage and you checked your goddamn fucking slavery books and figured out that me and Tristan are the ones to free our fucking family so from that moment on you started interfering with my fucking sex life heavily you already fucked over Alexis through Trisha and didn’t tell Granny.

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Balanced And Vibrant

Spending time in nature is essential for relaxation and well-being, and Isle House offers the perfect blend of outdoor access and modern living. Nestled in Treasure Island, Isle House provides studio, one-, two-, and three-bedroom homes with abundant parks and green spaces nearby. Residents can enjoy miles of biking and running trails, which are ideal for active lifestyles. Clipper Cove Beach, with its open water swim lanes, offers a refreshing escape right at your doorstep. Commuters will appreciate the ferry service, which is just minutes from downtown San Francisco and offers easy bridge access to the East Bay. For those seeking studio apartments in Treasure Island, Isle House combines nature's tranquility with urban convenience, creating a balanced and vibrant living experience.

The Transportation System in San Francisco, California

San Francisco has a well-developed transportation system that makes it easy to get around the city. One of its most famous forms of transportation is the cable car, which is both a tourist attraction and a way for locals to travel. The city also has buses, light rail, and streetcars operated by Muni, the public transit system. For longer trips, BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) connects San Francisco to nearby cities like Oakland and Berkeley. People can also use ferries to travel across the bay. Many residents choose to bike or walk, thanks to the city’s bike-friendly roads and sidewalks. Despite some traffic and hills, San Francisco's variety of transportation options makes it convenient for people to move around the city.

PIER 39 in San Francisco, CA

Pier 39 in San Francisco, California, is a lively shopping and entertainment destination located along the waterfront. It is famous for its stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz Island. You can explore a variety of shops, restaurants, and attractions, making it a fun place for families and tourists. One of the highlights of Pier 39 is the sea lions that lounge on the docks, drawing crowds of spectators. There are also street performers, an aquarium, and a carousel to enjoy. Pier 39 often hosts events and festivals, adding to its vibrant atmosphere. With its mix of sights, sounds, and activities, Pier 39 is a must-visit spot for anyone exploring San Francisco.

X, Formerly Twitter, to Shutter Its San Francisco Headquarters on Sept. 13

Many businesses are moving their headquarters to Texas for several reasons. One main reason is that Texas often has lower taxes and a lower cost of living compared to places like California. This can help companies save money and invest more in their employees and products. Additionally, Texas has a friendly business environment with fewer regulations, making it easier to operate. Cities like Austin and Dallas offer a vibrant culture and strong job markets, attracting talent from all over. For example, X, formerly known as Twitter, decided to close its San Francisco headquarters and move to Texas, following this trend. By relocating, businesses hope to create a more efficient and profitable future while providing new opportunities for their workers.

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PIER 39 The Embarcadero, San Francisco, CA 94133, United States Head west toward Pier 39/Pier 39 Concourse 54 sec (289 ft) Continue on The Embarcadero N. Take I-80 E to Macalla Rd. Take exit 4B from I-80 E 17 min (4.7 mi) Follow Macalla Rd to Treasure Island Rd 2 min (0.6 mi) Continue on Treasure Island Rd to Avenue B/Bruton St 2 min (0.5 mi) Continue on Avenue B/Bruton St. Drive to 3rd St 56 sec (0.1 mi) Isle House Apartments 39 Bruton St, San Francisco, CA 94130, United States

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Creating Memories, CA: Fishing Adventures Await at the Pier in Lafayette, CA

The coastal town of Creating Memories, California, with its unique charm and allure, offers an unparalleled fishing experience.

Framed by the vast canvas of the Pacific Ocean, the town is renowned for its iconic pier that has become a sanctuary for those seeking solace in the rhythmic dance of casting and reeling.

This quaint settlement doesn't merely provide a platform for recreational angling but also hosts an intricate ecosystem teeming with marine life.

The local biodiversity thriving in these waters serves as an excellent example of the dynamic nature of coastal ecology, contributing significantly to both scientific research and tourism.

Fishing at the Creating Memories pier transcends beyond mere sport or leisure activity; it's an immersive experience deeply woven into the social fabric of this coastal community.

Over time, this shared passion has fostered a sense of belonging among residents and visitors alike, each drawn towards the collective pursuit of serenity and thrill offered by the sea.

Engaging in this communal tradition allows one to partake in a timeless ritual that extends beyond geographical boundaries, a testament to humanity's enduring connection with nature.

These twin aspects - ecological richness and socio-cultural significance - underscore why Creating Memories warrants exploration from multiple dimensions, ranging from environmental science to anthropology.

Exploring the Unique Charm of Our Coastal Town

Imbued with a unique allure, the coastal town offers a picturesque blend of quaint charm and maritime heritage, making it an irresistible locale for both seasoned anglers and leisurely tourists.

Coastal landmarks are an integral part of this community's rich tapestry, narrating tales from its seafaring past while effortlessly merging into the contemporary landscape.

The iconic pier, adorned with weathered fishing boats and bustling seafood markets, serves not just as a testament to the town's long-standing relationship with the sea but also as an inviting platform for newcomers yearning to partake in communal fishing adventures.

Peppered along the coastline are lighthouses standing sentinel over panoramic vistas where land meets sea - breathtaking views that provide a visceral connection to nature and foster a deep sense of belonging.

The seaside cuisine is another element that contributes significantly to the allure of this coastal enclave.

Indulging in local culinary delights unveils yet another facet of its maritime culture.

Fresh catches from daily hauls translate into delectable meals served at various eateries, providing gastronomic experiences infused with authentic local flavors.

Whether it's classic fish and chips served at rustic beach shacks or gourmet seafood delicacies savored at upscale dining establishments, each dish is a testament to generations-old recipes passed down through families, reinforcing communal bonds while tantalizing taste buds.

Thus, in essence, exploring this charming coastal town transcends beyond conventional tourism; it becomes akin to participating in an age-old tradition steeped in close-knit community ties and a shared love for marine life.

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Popular Cities To Study In the USA

The United States of America is home to some of the world’s best universities and colleges, attracting students from all around the globe. Studying abroad can be a thrilling and life-changing experience for students, but choosing the right city to study in is just as important as picking the right school. In this essay, we will discuss the top five student cities in the United States of America.

New York City, New York

New York City is one of the most popular student cities in the world, attracting students from all over the globe. The city is home to some of the country’s most prestigious universities, including Columbia University, New York University, and Cornell University. As a city, it is probably the most cosmopolitan locations in the world and is unmatched in terms of cultures to experience and things to do. The city’s vibrant culture offers students a unique experience, with world-renowned museums, theaters, and galleries, including the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Museum of Modern Art, and the Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts. The city’s diverse neighborhoods offer students a range of cultural experiences, from the bustling streets of Times Square to the trendy neighborhoods of Brooklyn and Queens.

San Francisco, California

San Francisco is a popular student city, known for its stunning views, mild weather, and diverse culture. The city is home to some of the country’s top universities, including Stanford University, the University of California, Berkeley, and the University of San Francisco. Based on the sheer prestige of these universities which are frequently ranked at the very top of all prominent ranking systems, San Francisco is a student’s delight. The city’s unique landmarks, including the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz Island, and the San Francisco Cable Cars, offer students a range of iconic experiences. San Francisco’s diverse neighborhoods offer students a range of culinary experiences, from the traditional Chinese cuisine of Chinatown to the trendy restaurants of the Mission District.

Chicago, Illinois

Chicago is a popular student city and is home to some of the country’s top universities, including the University of Chicago, Northwestern University, and the University of Illinois at Chicago. The city’s diverse culture offers students a range of experiences, including world-renowned museums, theaters, and galleries, including the Art Institute of Chicago, the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and the Steppenwolf Theatre Company. Moreover, the ‘Windy City’ is one of the largest in the U.S., along with being one of the safest in terms of international student security. The city’s thriving food scene offers students a range of culinary experiences, from deep-dish pizza to classic Chicago-style hot dogs. Chicago’s iconic landmarks, including the Willis Tower (formerly the Sears Tower) and the Navy Pier, offer students a range of unique experiences.

Boston, Massachusetts

Boston is a popular student city and is home to some of the country’s top universities, including Harvard University, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Boston College, and Boston University. The city’s rich history and culture offer students the opportunity to explore some of the country’s most iconic landmarks, including the Freedom Trail, Faneuil Hall, and the Paul Revere House. Boston is known for its thriving sports scene, with some of the country’s most successful professional sports teams, including the Boston Celtics, the Boston Bruins, and the New England Patriots. The city’s diverse dining scene offers students a range of culinary experiences, from seafood to Italian cuisine.

Austin, Texas

Austin is a popular student city, known for its vibrant music scene, outdoor activities, and unique culture. The city is home to the University of Texas at Austin, one of the country’s top public universities. The city’s thriving music scene offers students the opportunity to explore some of the country’s best live music venues, including the Austin City Limits Music Festival and the South by Southwest (SXSW) music and film festival. Austin’s outdoor activities, including hiking and swimming in Barton Springs Pool, offer students a range of opportunities to stay active and enjoy the city’s natural beauty.

In conclusion, studying in the United States of America can be the experience of a lifetime and choosing the right city is crucial to making the most of that experience. As the very pinnacle of modern education, whether it is in healthcare, engineering, computer science or liberal arts, cities in the U.S. not only offer the best universities, but also amalgamate that education into a cultural experience through its vibrant cities. Thus, the choice of city is as important as the choice of course and universities. 

If you are looking forward to move to the USA for higher education and win a handsome grant as a part of USA scholarships for Indian students, Silver Fern  is more than happy to guide you and assist you in accomplishing your dreams of studying in the USA. What are you still waiting for? 

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Young the Giant Announce Tour

Young the Giant have announced some new tour dates. 5/30 – Montreal, QC – Place Bell * 531 – Toronto, ON – RBC Echo Beach * 6/2 – Asbury Park, NJ – Stone Pony Summer Stage * 6/3 – New York, NY – The Rooftop at Pier 17 * 6/4 – New York, NY – The Rooftop at Pier 17 * 6/7 – Bridgeport, CT – Hartford HealthCare Amphitheater * 6/9 – Boston, MA – Leader Bank Pavilion 6/10 – Columbia, MD – Merriweather Post Pavilion * 6/11 – Philadelphia, PA – Skyline Stage at the Mann * 6/13 – Niagara, NY – Artpark * 6/16 – Detroit, MI – Michigan Lottery Amphitheatre at Freedom Hill * 6/17 – Columbus, OH – KEMBA Live! * 6/18 – Pittsburgh, PA – Stage AE * 6/20 – Cincinnati, OH – Andrew J Brady Music Center * 6/21 – Cleveland, OH – Jacob’s Pavilion * 6/23 – Chicago, IL – Huntington Bank Pavilion at Northerly Island * 6/24 – St. Louis, MO – St. Louis Music Park * 6/25 – Indianapolis, IN – TCU Amphitheater at White River Stage Park * 6/27 – Minneapolis, MN – Surly Brewing Festival Field * 6/28 – Des Moines, IA – Water Works Park * 6/30 – Oklahoma City, OK – Zoo Amphitheatre * 7/1 – Kansas City, MO – Starlight Theatre * 7/13 – Atlanta, GA – Cadence Bank Amphitheatre at Chastain Park ^ 7/14 – Nashville, TN – Ascend Amphitheater ^ 7/15 – Charlotte, NC – Charlotte Metro Credit Union Amphitheatre 7/16 – Raleigh, NC – Red Hat Amphitheatre ^ 7/18 – Richmond, VA – Brown’s Island ^ 7/20 – St. Augustine, FL – St. Augustine Amphitheatre ^ 7/21 – Tampa, FL – Yuengling Center ^ 7/22 – Miami, FL – FPL Solar Amphitheatre ^ 7/25 – Birmingham, AL – Avondale Brewing Company ^ 7/27 – Houston, TX – 713 Music Hall ^ 7/28 – Austin, TX – Germania Insurance Amphitheater 7/29 – Dallas, TX – The Pavilion at Toyota Music Factory ^ 8/1 – Albuquerque, NM – Revel ^ 8/3 – Salt Lake City, UT – The Great SaltAir ^ 8/4 – Flagstaff, AZ – Pepsi Amphitheater ^ 8/5 – Phoenix, AZ – Arizona Financial Theatre ^ 8/10 – Vancouver, BC – Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre ^ 8/11 – Seattle, WA – Marymoor Live ^ 8/12 – Portland, OR – McMenamins Edgefield ^ 8/14 – Boise, ID – Ford Idaho Center Amphitheater ^ 8/15 – Bend, OR – Hayden Homes Amphitheater ^ 8/17 – San Francisco, CA – The Greek Theatre at Berkeley ^ 8/18 – Santa Barbara, CA – Santa Barbara Bowl ^ 8/19 – Irvine, CA – FivePoint Amphitheatre ^ 8/20 – San Diego, CA – Cal Coast Credit Union Open Air Amphitheater ^ 8/30 – Denver, CO – Red Rocks Amphitheatre * 8/31 – Dillon, CO – Dillon Amphitheater * * TALK ^ Rosa Linn --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/young-the-giant-announce-tour/

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New York City by Cub

A Teenager in Love by The Regrettes

Stella by All Time Low

Berkeley Pier by Tilt

Like a Virgin by Madonna

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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up.

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Pinkish - Gerard Way

She’s My Winona - Fall Out Boy

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison - My Chemical Romance

Dear Percocet, I Don’t Think We Should See Each Other Anymore - Frank Iero

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy

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