#Oak Hill Drifters

[joebustillos]

Two Oak Hill Drifters Shows at Smiling Bison (2016-04 & 06)

2016-04-29 Orlando, FL. For whatever reason some shows got very little photographic or video coverage. At the same time, by May I knew I would be leaving Florida and moving to Las Vegas (NV) in a couple months, so there’s a definite increase in attending anything OHD. [sigh]. Very few images from this show, don’t know if it was the lighting that I wasn’t fond of, but it looks like I was just…

[chrinopiqua]

Jack the Simpleton and the River of Time

In a small town nestled between rolling hills and a winding river, there lived a young man named Jack. Folks called him Jack the Simpleton. Not because he was foolish, but because he saw the world differently. On the night he was born, the town's clocks all stopped at once, and the stars shone brighter than ever before.

"That's a peculiar sign," muttered the old clockmaker.

"Perhaps he's destined for something extraordinary," replied the wise woman who lived by the willow tree.

Growing up, Jack was quiet. He didn't say much and often wandered off to places unknown. At ten years old, he began asking questions that puzzled everyone.

"Why do shadows follow us?" he'd ask.

"Because the sun makes them," his father would reply, scratching his head.

At twelve, Jack vanished without a trace. His parents searched everywhere—through the meadows, up the hills, and along the riverbanks—but he was nowhere to be found.

"Maybe he's just a drifter," some townsfolk whispered.

Years passed, and life went on. But one day, seven years later, Jack returned. He strolled into town wearing a simple cloak, his eyes deep and knowing.

"Jack! Where have you been?" his mother cried, tears in her eyes.

"I walked along the River of Time," he replied softly.

The townspeople gathered around, curious and confused.

"The River of Time? What's that nonsense?" the blacksmith scoffed.

Jack smiled gently but said no more.

They tried to reintegrate him into town life. The farmer handed him a hoe, but Jack used it to draw patterns in the dirt. The baker asked for help kneading dough, but Jack shaped it into stars and moons.

Frustrated, they decided he needed a trade.

"Maybe he can be a fisherman," suggested the miller.

But when they took him to the river, Jack sat on the bank, speaking softly to the fish, which swam up to listen.

"This is hopeless," sighed the mayor.

Then, a young woman named Emily stepped forward.

"I'll marry him," she declared.

"Emily, are you sure?" her mother gasped. "He's... well, you know."

"I know he's different. That's why," Emily smiled.

They married under the old oak tree, the townsfolk watching with a mix of skepticism and wonder.

Life continued, but Jack remained the same—quiet, contemplative, and often disappearing for days on end. One night, Emily found him gazing at the stars.

"What do you see up there?" she asked.

"Everything," he whispered. "And nothing."

"Take me with you next time," she said.

Jack looked at her for a long moment and nodded.

The next morning, they left town together, walking toward the horizon. Weeks passed, and they didn't return.

Then, stories began to spread. Travelers passing through spoke of a couple who wandered the land, bringing peace wherever they went. Crops grew where they rested, and conflicts ceased when they spoke.

The townspeople started to wonder if Jack was more than a simpleton after all.

One day, many years later, an old man arrived in town. His eyes twinkled like Jack's.

"Who are you?" the children asked.

"A friend," he replied. "I've come to tell you about Jack and Emily."

He spun tales of their journeys—how they listened to the mountains, sang with the winds, and danced with the flames. How they understood the language of all living things.

"What's the secret?" a boy asked eagerly.

The old man smiled. "To see the world not just with your eyes, but with your heart."

From that day on, the town changed. People listened more, spoke less, and began to find joy in simple things. They realized that maybe Jack wasn't a simpleton but someone who understood life's true essence.

And sometimes, on quiet nights, if you listened closely by the river, you could hear soft whispers carried by the wind—a reminder of Jack and Emily's journey and the wisdom they left behind.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Another rec list from @midnightwinterhawk​! This time it’s fav Movie/TV AUs. This is so great, I get new fics and you get news fics and I don’t even have to do much work. Win Win! If you’re interested in doing a list please IM and we can discuss. In the meantime, happy reading!

All The Movements Of The Stars by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 3,578 I Teen I Sterek I Stargate) (pst, also one of my favs.)

Stiles says, “Derek,” and his voice is hoarse, like he’s still unsure how to use his vocal chords even after all this time. They have no idea how long Stiles was stuck as an otter, let alone trapped in that cage. According to Dr. Martin, Stiles doesn’t even know.

Derek doesn’t say anything.

After a few minutes, Stiles sighs and gets up. There’s a rustle of clothing, and Derek grits his teeth against the image of Stiles wearing his things, and Derek doesn’t relax until he hears the door open and close.

That's What Matters by cathcer1984

(1/1 I 6,301 I Teen I Steter I Leap Year)

No one in Beacon Hills has heard from Stiles in the five years since Derek became an Alpha and broke Stiles' heart by dumping him. When an Irish Pack come through and mention him Derek is on the first plane to Dublin. Peter is sent to follow, only his travels go awry and he ends up finding love on his way to reunite Stiles and Derek.

Everyday Magic by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 6,379 I Teen I Sterek I Harry Potter)

At eleven years old, a murder of crows blanketed the yard outside Stiles’ window and no school owls came.

or -

Stiles is determined to live without magic, but magic always finds him, anyhow.

Take My Love by rosepetals42

(1/1 I 7,300 I Explicit I Sterek I Firefly)

In which Derek is the captain of an old Firefly ship and Stiles is a Companion who is a bit late on paying the rent for his shuttle... Of course, Derek doesn't care about the money. Hasn't for a long time. (Crew doesn't pay rent.) Not that he can tell Stiles that.

In the Lounge, With the Knife by andavs

(1/1 I 7,821 I Teen I Sterek I Clue)

Stiles knew that going to the old mansion in the hills was a bad idea the second he read the mysterious invitation that appeared under his door without a postmark.

He told himself it was a bad idea as he stopped the car at the end of the long, sloping driveway to stare up at the ominous house looming above him, illuminated only by lightning flashing in the dark night sky behind it.

He knew, without a doubt, that it had definitely been a bad idea to come as he stared down at the lifeless corpse of the man who’d been blackmailing him for a year, standing in a room with five other guests who were finally out from under Gerard Argent’s thumb.

And one of them had killed him.

The Cost of Living by orphanaccount

(1/1 I 14,102 I Explicit I Sterek I In Time)

Derek blinks, attention still anchored on where it had landed. He reaches out without thinking and brushes his hand over the green numbers set starkly against pale skin, pressing his index finger against the seconds ticking down, only vaguely aware of the other man sucking in a sharp breath.

0000•00•0•06•08•10

That can't be right.

"You...you have..." Derek glances up to see Stiles looking back at him with an unfathomable expression on his face. "You only have six hours left."

The other man jerks his hand away, a pained look flickering across his delicate features before he quickly averts his gaze. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder, asshole."

or

AU in which people stop aging on their 25th birthday and time becomes currency

By Moon And Stars by kellifer_fic

(1/1 I 15,929 I Mature I Sterek I Game of Thrones)

"Have you heard of this Alpha?" Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that it's heavy and doesn't sit well on Scott. He can't shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.

"I know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories."

"Tell me of him. Tell me a war story."

The Silent Fury by andavs, rosepetals42

(3/3 I 31,750 I Mature I Sterek I How To Train Your Dragon)

Derek is about to leave, content with the smell of blood as proof that the Fury is dead when he hears it.

A heartbeat.

It’s faint and uneven and even with its help, it takes Derek a full minute of scanning the clearing before he finally spots the small heap that must be the human. It’s down on the far side of the canyon, almost completely hidden by a tall oak tree and–Derek jumps down before he thinks about it.

He knows what he has to do. Furies are dangerous. Furies are fire and smoke and a funeral he barely remembers. He lands almost silently and makes sure his hands are fully shifted into claws and then slowly moves forward.

It's a mad, mad world by ElisAttack

(11/11 I 73,627 i Explicit I Sterek I Mad Max)

"They call him the Feral Wolf." The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. "Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?" The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. "Because he's fucking mad."

Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

[lacrossepapi]

Hold Your Devil By His Spoke

Hi! This is my gift to @tahlreth for the @stetersecretsanta exchange! I went way deep off the prompt for this so uh I hope you like it and if you dont thats okay cause I wrote you another one! 

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The earth here still remembered his presence, the branches gently caressing him as he treaded softly underneath. The Beacon Hills Forest Preserve would always remember him and the taste of his family’s blood, though it was different now, changed forever by the feet of strangers. He found himself growling at the amount of garbage he could smell in his homeland.

Tourists.

The thought caused him to growl again. Who let these strangers trample this powerful, untamed land, so charged he could practically feel it thrumming beneath him?

This was Peter Hale’s home and the land knew it.

Approaching the ruins of his family’s once magnificent plantation would never be easy, but Peter was a resilient man. He’d been left standing after his home had burned and he would still be standing after the world was bathed in Hellfire and Brimstone. The Lord taketh away, but he would be giving eventually, if he didn’t Peter would just have to start taking.

Peter leaned against an old oak when his ears picked up the sound of a rumbling jeep. The only cars allowed in the preserve were the law and the handsome ranger Peter had glimpsed through a window sleeping on his desk when he’d entered the preserve. Peter would bet his inheritance that the Jeep rumbling towards him was not the law.

I said Lord, don't have mercy on me I'm looking for a light in the darkest of streets I said Lord, don't you have mercy on me I'm looking for a light in the darkest of streets

Peter rolled his eyes at the boy who drove past singing at the top of his lungs. Definitely not the law.

He sneaked through the overgrown grass, following the loud rumbling jeep with its loud caterwauling driver. This road went to the old Hale plantation and nowhere else, Peter felt anger wrap around him like a well known lover. Why did this loud annoying young man think he had any right to sully the god given land his ancestors had owned for generations?

Peter waited on the edge of the clearing till the sun had dipped low and the owls had started rustling in the trees before he finally heard the young man approaching, this time whistling Lonesome Drifter like a proper southern gentleman.

The boy reeked of cleaning chemicals and there was a lightness to him like he’d just caught the prize winning turkey at the fair, Peter didn't’t like it.

Peter turned around and quietly ran through the forest, leaping over rotten stumps as he raced to get ahead of the old jeep.

The sound of brakes screaming like the rapture hurt Peter’s ears but it was worth it.

“Holy shit fire, what the hell are you doin’ in the road there?” the young ranger’s voice called out as he shoved his head out the window to properly look at Peter.

“Afternoon, ranger! I seem to have gotten lost on my way out of this here park. I followed the sound of your singin’ and that ole’ beauty you got there and found the road, but I’m not quite sure where in the hell I am!” Peter hated talking like this.

He might have been born and raised in Beacon County but that didn’t mean he had to put his good education to waste, though a little Southern charm added to some simple ignorance always went a long way.

“Well shit, yeah I’ll take ya back to the ranger’s station. Promise not to tell anyone you got lost in my woods though, sir!” the ranger gave him a bright charming smile, but Peter knew the smell of shit by heart and this boy stunk like a pig pen.

Peter smiled back at the boy and lifted himself into the Jeep with a quiet grunt. Something was off about this young man and Peter wanted to know what he was doing in the Hale mansion.

“I was tryin’ to see the haunted house y'all got out here but I got dreadfully lost. Have you been?”

“Why yes I have, I’m comin’ from the old Hale house right now.” the ranger’s tone had lost its cheery edge.

“What’s it like?”

“Empty”

“Well it’s not empty if you’re in it right?” Peter laughed a charming sound.

“No, I guess not.” Now the ranger sounded plum irritated.  

“So, what were you doing up there?” Peter asked casually.

“I was just makin’ sure the teenagers weren’t drinkin’ in there again.”

“Kids these days are much wilder than my cousins and I were.”  Peter chuckled.

“Well sugar we’re here. Is your car close?” The ranger was all smiles once again now that Peter had backed off the topic of the Hale mansion.

“I walked here actually. Thanks for the ride, darlin.” Peter smiled before gasping, “I’m so rude! I didn’t even ask your name!”

“It’s Stiles Stilinski, sir. And yours?” Stiles asked curiously once they were both stand out in front of the jeep.

“Peter.”

Stiles smiled his fakest smiled yet and said, “Well nice to meet you Peter No-Last-Name. Next time you want to go off the trails in my woods take a guide.”

With those parting words the ranger turned and entered the little station.

Peter would have to monitor this boy with his shiny smiles and lifeless intelligent eyes, something wasn’t right here.

-

The humidity hung through the air like a veil in Beacon Hills, one had to cross the veil with every step. Peter had never experienced the powerful feeling anywhere else. The sun made its presence overwhelmingly known throughout Peter’s day of crouching behind beat up two-door trucks and large well manicured shrubbery.

The young ranger lived an ordinary life, if one didn’t noticed the emptiness in his eyes or the way his aura screamed Danger. There was a sparking, angry energy wrapped around the man that the sweet, God fearing residents of Beacon Hills didn’t seem to notice. Peter could see it’s tendrils slithering towards people the longer Stiles talked to them, could see the way Stiles’ hands twitched when it touched someone.

During the day Stiles Stilinski was the son of the good sheriff that’d left this world too soon and the preserve ranger who kept the kids out of trouble. He was the epitome of a good southern boy and the townsfolk ate out his hand.

“This boy stinks more than a donkey in August heat.” Peter mumurred to himself once he’d finally sat down in the air conditioned Country Kitchen.

He’d been so preoccupied trying to find something that wasn’t disgustingly bad for the body that he had missed the door opening, but there was no way Peter could miss the electric taste of Stiles’ presence. His blue eyes flashed once before he looked up to smile charmingly at the other man.

“Well hello there, handsome ranger.” “Peter No-Last-Name I oughtta call your momma for that shameless flattery.” Stiles’ grin was more predatory than playful like a hyena on the hunt.

“She’s dead, bless her soul, so she’d be kind of hard to reach just for a tattlin’.” Peter had casually thrown it out to gauge Stiles’ reaction, but the man just shrugged.

“Mine’s gone too, bless her soul, don’t mean I can’t go tattlin’ anyways.” he flashed a cheeky grin.

“‘What can I get you two lovely boys?” The waitress’ appearance almost startled Peter, he’d been so wrapped up in his banter with Stiles he hadn’t noticed her approaching.

Stiles flashed one more sharp grin at Peter before his smile became sweet as molasses, “Can I get the Country Fried Chicken with grits and Country Gravy on both of those please, honey.”

“Sure thing sugar. What you want to drink?”

“Now darlin’ you ought to know I’d want a nice cold sweet tea.” Stiles replied with a wink.

The waitress giggled and hit his shoulder lightly before calling him a flatterer with the devil’s tongue.

Peter was enraptured by the display of effortless charm Stiles was putting on, now he just knew it was all candy coated lies.

“I’ll have the same please.”

“Coming right up, hun. Yall behave while I’m gone” she left them with a wink of her own and danced across the dining room to get to the kitchen.

“You’re as slippery as a snake.” Stiles’ words caught Peter off guard with their frigid delivery.

“Now why would you say a thing like that to a practical stranger?” Peter asked, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist and inclining an eyebrow.

“Well, we aren’t exactly strangers are we Peter David Hale?” Stiles mirrored Peter’ body language while Peter tried not to react.

“No I guess we are not Mieczyslaw Jonathan Stilinski.” Peter smirked at the boy.

“Did you practice my name in the mirror for your big villain reveal?”

“Well you did the big villain reveal first now didn’t you? Are either of us an actual villain Stiles?”

The smile dropped from Stiles’ face and his expression turned stormy, Peter could feel the crackling tenders approaching him.

“I’d appreciate if your little friends didn’t leech my energy.” Peter finally got Stiles to show surprise with that reveal.

“Interesting.”

The men sat in charged silence until their waitress returned for refills and their plates.

“Thank you ma’am.” Peter smiled at the waitress, causing her to blush.

“The two of you could rule the world with your flattery alone.” The waitress smiled at both of them one more time before departing again.

“We would be formidable.” Stiles sounded like he was contemplating something.

“I am intrigued to see exactly what you’re doing out in those woods, ranger.”

Stiles nodded, “Well it looks like I’m takin’ ya out there, so hurry up now and finish your grits.”

-

Peter wasn’t foolish, he told the ranger he would meet him at the Hale mansion on his own. The jeep was a good place to try to incapacitate him and Peter wasn’t going to give Stiles the chance.

Peter let the preserve wrap around him once more as he hiked to the Hale mansion. The moss covered trees reached out to caress Peter as he passed, the wind moaning his family name. Peter’s blood was singing in his veins as he approached the clearing around his old home.

The younger man was leaning against his jeep singingly loudly.

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not

He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please

Don’t take that sinner from me

Oh don’t take that sinner from me

Peter entered the clearing as the boy finished.

“Perfect timing the song is just ending.” Stiles grinned before leaning in the window of his Jeep to turn it off.

Peter took a moment to get a good look at the ranger’s ass before he pushed his attraction aside and remembered this evening was most likely going to end in murder, and he wasn’t as confident that he’d win as he’d like to be.

“Well if you’re done looking at my rump let me show you what I’ve been doing out here.” Stiles’ grin and eyes were sharp with mischief.

“It’s a nice ass to look at darlin’.”

Stiles’ laughter echoed in the hollow bones of Peter’s childhood home. Peter wasn’t stupid enough to lead like Stiles was trying to make him, this was no longer the place of his memories Stiles had taken this skeleton and given it life again. Peter would not step blindly in this place, especially when he glimpsed a tripwire near the entrance. Stiles had set up traps but the more of them Peter noticed the more he also noticed the traps were set to spring as if to keep someone in than to keep someone out.

“Why are there so many traps?”

“You have keen eyes Peter Hale.”

Stiles’ response offered no answers and Peter rolled his eyes at the man’s back. Peter took a moment to let his shift wash over his eyes, with his wolf eyes he could see many many traps all over the house. Peter let the shift fall away before Stiles could see, but wasn’t sure the man hadn’t already figured it out anyways.

The deeper they went the more Peter’s skin started to crawl, he wasn’t sure he was ready to enter the room his entire family had died in. The room he’d snapped many of the human’s necks so they would have to feel the flames. The room he’d said goodbye to not only every member of his family, but also to the boy he’d been.

Never again would Peter be caught unaware.

As they descended the steps to the cellar Stiles began his story, “It started when I was about sixteen. My father and I had known the Hale fire had been arson, but my pa wouldn’t pursue it further. I think it was because the officials that did look into it usually ended up moving away and becoming mysteriously wealthy or they ended up dead. Little did I know that pops had been looking into it the whole time. I found his files the summer before junior year, just before he passed, may he rest in peace. In those files the name Kate Argent was circled, she was someone on the periphery of all the investigations, all the suspects had been seen at least once with Kate. Dad was leaving an unknown location in his cruiser when a semi hit him head on.” Stiles stopped at the base of the stairs and took a breath.

He didn’t turn any lights on, it was too dark for even Peter’s eyes meaning he had no idea where Stiles was now or what was going to happen now that they had reached the cellar.

“That unknown location wasn’t so mysterious when you had all of the puzzle pieces. I was young then, mind you, but I ended Gerard and Kate Argent a month after they’d made me bury another parent. I wish it’d been long and painful. I wish that for both of us Peter. They deserved so much worse than they got, but I was full of so much rage back then. I poisoned them. Potassium Chloride for Gerard and Succinylcholine for Kate. He was old so a heart attack wasn’t even worth lookin’ into and all it took was a little evidence planting to make Kate’s asphyxiation and paralysis look like an allergic reaction. Did you know that Kate was allergic to some of Gerard’s medicine? The report says that after she found her father dead she took all of his medicine and killed herself. How tragic.”

Peter’s entire body was rigid with tension, he didn’t like not knowing where Stiles was, but he needed to hear the rest of the story.

“After those two were gone I simply broke in and went through their files. Did you know werewolves are real, Peter David Hale? Are you named after David in this bible or David Kessler? Has the big American werewolf even been to London?”

“My name is biblical, Mieczysław.” Peter’s words floated out into the dark abyss around him.

“How boring.”

Suddenly Stiles was pressed against Peter’s body, his lips crashing into Peter’s. Peter wrapped his arms around the lithe body, his hands exploring every inch of Stiles that they could reach. The kiss was all consuming and full of a fire he didn’t know he still had in him. When Stiles stepped back and out of reach Peter couldn’t stop the high pitched whine that escaped him.

Stiles made a contemplative sound before saying quietly, almost like he was making a note to himself, “Needy.”

Before Peter could be offended Stiles continued, “I just wanted to taste you before I showed you. I didn’t want to kill you before I kissed you. I don’t want to kill you, Peter. I hope I don’t have to.”

With that Stiles finally turned the lights on, it took a moment for Peter’s eyes to adjust but when they did he gasped.

The entire cellar had been turned into a torture room, but Peter’s attention was drawn elsewhere before he could properly inspect the room. In the middle of the room was a bloodied stump of a man, who was on the cusp of death his heartbeat so quiet and slow Peter hadn’t heard it.

“And who is this unfortunate soul?”

“He raped three girls this summer.”

“And why is he still alive?”

“I was going to kill him that day I ran into you but my sparks told me I was being watched.”

Peter hummed, “So you did know. Interesting.”

“Oh baby you’re easier than pie. I saw through your little tourist facade almost instantly.”

Peter growled and stepped closer, noting that the sound aroused Stiles, “You’re little Blessed Ranger routine is flimsy at best.”

Stiles laughed before he pulled Peter forward by his belt loops. “So you aren’t gonna make me kill you?”

“You couldn’t catch me much less kill me, but no little ranger. I seem to have taken a shinin’ to you.”

They kissed once more before Stiles stepped away, “Wanna help me clean this up?”

“You made the mess darlin’, you can finish up. I’d like to watch you work.”

Stiles grinned sharp, “You just wanna stare at my ass.”

Peter flashed his eyes with a low rumble, “Not just that.”

Stiles shivered much to Peter’s delight.

“Well fine. You watch but next time you’re helpin’. Hit play if you will.” Stiles gestured to the speaker on the far counter.

I might be a part of this Ripple on water from a lonesome drip A fallen tree that witness me I'm alone, him and me

Peter knew this song and joined in with Stiles’ singing.

And then life itself could not aspire To have someone be so admired I threw creation to my king With the silence broken by a whispered, wind All of this can be broken All of this can be broken Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground

Their voices danced and spun around each other as the melody overshadowed the muffled screams of a soon to be dead rapist. The tree outside the Hale mansion sang their own song of triumph as the spark and the wolf finally joined. The land had called for a savior and had received two broken men ready to watch the world crumble down around them. They’d withstood catastrophe and now it was their turn to reap destruction on those unworthy of town they called home.

[oakhilldrifters]

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New Music: Oak Hill Drifters - Shindig

New Music: Oak Hill Drifters – Shindig

We featured Oak Hill Drifters’ music here at the end of last year, so I was very pleased to hear another song by them, this time titled Shindig. By Jane Howkins Shindig is another country rock song, mixing together classic rock and roll with folk, Americana and country music. The accordion and brass elements were surprising, but they really work with the music! It’s a very upbeat track, making…

[bonnieblue727]

The Postman Always Rings Twice is an American film noir from 1946.

Plot

Frank Chambers is an amiable, restless drifter who has hitched a ride with a man we later learn is the local District Attorney, Kyle Sackett. He drops Frank off at a rural diner/service station on a highway in the hills outside Los Angeles, Twin Oaks. Frank ends up working there. The diner is operated by the stodgy Nick Smith and his beautiful, much younger wife, Cora.

Frank and Cora start to have an affair soon after they meet. Cora is tired of her situation, married to a man she does not love and working at a diner that she wishes to own outright. During an attempt to run away together, Cora concludes that if she divorces Nick, she will end up with nothing; she and Frank will be no further ahead. They return to Twin Oaks in time for her to retrieve the goodbye note she had left in the cash register for Nick. Cora talks Frank into murdering Nick, in order for them to have the diner. The plan involves Cora striking Nick with a sock full of ball-bearings and pretending he had fatally hit his head falling in the bathtub. Things go awry when a police officer stops by and a cat causes a power outage. Cora does manage to knock Nick over the head and, while severely injuring him, he is not mortally wounded.

The couple are thrilled when it is determined that Nick will be all right, since no foul play is suspected, and that he has no recollection of how he was struck. They share a happy week, running the business together and enjoying their relationship. The police officer stops by one day and tells Frank he passed Cora driving Nick back from the hospital. Frank sees there is really no hope for a definite future with her, so he decides to move on before she returns. He goes to L.A.; after a couple of weeks, he starts hanging around the marketplace where Nick and Cora buy most of their produce, hoping to see her. He runs into Nick, who has been looking for him; Nick insists Frank return to Twin Oaks with him, that "something important's gonna happen tonight and you're in on it".

The District Attorney files murder charges against only Cora, hoping to divide her and Frank. Although this ploy works temporarily, a clever measure by Cora's lawyer, Arthur Keats, prevents Cora's full confession from coming into the hands of the prosecutor. Cora secures a plea bargain in which she pleads guilty to manslaughter and receives probation.

Frank is tried and convicted for killing Cora. While on death row, he is visited by District Attorney Sackett, who confronts him with the evidence of his involvement in Nick's murder and reasons that if he resists his legal fate in Cora's death that he'll only wind up back where he is with a conviction for Nick's murder. Frank accepts that while he is innocent of Cora's murder, his execution will be fitting punishment for his murder of Nick. Frank muses that just as the postman always rings a second time to make sure people receive their mail, fate has made sure that he and Cora have both finally paid the price for their crime.

[craignoblesswaggmediaceo]

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[RF] Autumn Red

Autumn Red

A single, delicate leaf, dyed a brilliant myriad of red and orange hues, floated down through the cold air, thrown to and fro by a sharp wind in heavy snowfall. Drifting, sliding through the air weightlessly, it eventually sank into the ground, and in mere moments, was buried beneath the ice.

And with that, the last of the autumn redness was gone.

The house has been built atop a low hill in a lonely valley, many miles from the company of city folk. It was tall and grey. Shards of concrete crumbled away from its ledges. A lawn stretched out around it, with splotches of shrivelled brown grass seeping through the green, poisoning. A line of luxury cars extended along the single road that led past the house, sleek and shining.

Inside, guests bustled about. They sat upon dusty chairs and stand by old stone walls, clothed in shades of black, sipping from cups of burnt coffee and stale tea. They conversed amongst themselves, quietly gossiping about the old man. The children vaguely stared at the bright glow of their phones, restless yet largely mindless.

Frank sat alone by the window, distanced from the others in his ragged old armchair. He gazed through the glass, making out what little he could through the thin layer of winter frost.

He watched a lone owl, as it remained silently nestled atop the old, mottled oak in his yard. It sat upon the branch, quiet and bold and resolute. Its glossy eyes stared back into his own. He thought about the woman who had died. He’d loved her, and she was about all he’d loved. Now she was gone. Frank wondered if the bird might possess such sentiments.

Probably not.

He was exhausted. He’d been sitting for too long. He wheezed hoarsely as he pulled himself up, and tired old joints creakily began to pull against one another, rusted machinery. His step was heavy, his stride long, yet his legs shook slightly as they moved. He slowly made his way through the hallway, pushing past the other mourners as he approached the back door, coughing as he walked.

The shadow of a once strong and regal man.

When he stepped out, he pulled out his old silver zippo and lit a cigarette. The hot, black smoke charred his insides as he stood shivering in the wind and the snow. He let out a puff and coughed heavily into a handkerchief. It was stained a deep crimson.

Not much longer, he thought bitterly. Frank turned around, and peered back into the house.

It was full of strangers, family only in blood. He’d had enough. Enough of the phoney, sycophantic hypocrites that had invaded his home and hid sneers behind fake smiles. Frank only hoped to have some time alone to say his goodbyes, to bid a true and honest farewell, one without the empty, thoughtless interactions that his offspring brought on. But even that, it seemed, they would not allow. They had their good manners, their etiquette, their reputation to think about.

There was simply no time for mourning.

Behind him, the door slid open. Leather soles crunched against snow. Frank grunted quietly as he glanced over his shoulder. A beautiful, albeit older, woman approached. She watched him, her icy blue eyes curious.

“How’re you doing, Frank?” she asked. Frank sighed.

“Just… just fine, I think.”

She turned and put a hand on his arm, a suggestive grin creeping over her face. Frank pulled away, disgusted. He growled and walked away. He heard receding footsteps and the glass door slammed shut once again.

Alone again, Frank stared at the trees in the distance, saw nests with bundles of eggs waiting to hatch beautiful little creatures that would soar the skies gracefully and sing wonderful birdsong. Eggs that would likely be devoured by some hungry predator. But that was nature, and at least nature was honest. It never hid behind pleasantries, never claimed to be something it wasn’t, never deceived.

Over the years, Frank had become tired of engaging in such practises, but he did so all the same. He smiled and laughed, and he spoke the words of liars, of cowards, of men with broken spirits. He welcomed the hordes of supposed family, none of which had for him anything but indifference or hatred, shrouded by a thin veneer of warmth.

As Frank thought about her, about how today would be the last time he ever saw her, he realised just how much of his life had been wasted. How much had been spent either killing or dying, barely ever living. There had been so few, fleeting moments of happiness, scattered amidst the pain. And now there was only enough time left to wait for the end. Only time to regret, to be angry. No time for friends. No time for joy.

Time had passed, came and gone like a drifter in a country town, and Frank hadn’t even realised.

But he’d had enough. And it was in this exact moment, when his last true reason to live was gone, that he knew. No longer would he please the others. No longer would he smile a fake smile, or laugh a fake laugh. He was done living for them.

Enough, he thought. He dropped the cigarette, stamping it out.

From his throat came more hoarse, burning coughs. Tiny flecks of blood sprayed out through the air. Frank’s throat was aflame. He dropped to one knee. He was alone. No one came. No one even noticed. But he didn’t care. He expected nothing from them. Frank dragged himself up, and looked back at the house. One last time.

“Ah, to the hell with you all.” he mumbled between fits of bloody coughing.

Then, he rose to his feet, and walked away.

Frank shuffled on, trudging through the snow, quietly watching all around him. As the hours slipped by in a haze of rain and fog, he gazed upon the hills and the forest and the snow as it slowly piled up over the grass. It was cold and harsh, but Frank didn’t care. At least he was finally alone. Alone and free.

Eventually, when he was too exhausted to go on, when his feet killed him with every step, Frank dropped. He sunk into the snow beneath him, and it had become deep. He let out more throaty coughs, and fell to his side. Thick, bloody saliva stained the still purity of the snow. Frank’s body was weak and tired and rotten, but at last, he had peace.

He gazed up at dark skies. The snowfall had become light, the wind gentle. As he lay there, the light of a newborn dawn began inching up over the horizon, the nebulous glow tinting the entire night sky, turning blackness to a deep, regal blue.

He looked around, saw the world. It reminded him of her. The gentleness, the quietness of the snow on the leaves. The light whistling of the birds. The scamper of squirrels over a rough old tree trunk. His coughs slowly died away and as he looked to his right, he saw something beautiful in the snow. Frank smiled, and then he was still.

There lay a brilliant red autumn leaf.

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Oak Hill Drifters at Little Fish Huge Pond (2016-04)

Sanford, FL. For whatever reason some shows got very little photographic or video coverage. At the same time, by May I knew I would be leaving Florida and moving to Las Vegas (NV) in a couple months, so there’s a definite increase in attending anything OHD. [sigh]. I got to enjoy the Oak Hill Drifters back in the little bar where I first saw them perform back in 2013. Alas, no video this time…

[gtarealestatepros]

Daily Featured MLS Listings – 20th November 2017

These are our latest and featured MLS listings for 20th November 2017.

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Street Address Town Listing (Click To Visit) MLS Code 1059 Wallbrook Cres Milton 1059 Wallbrook Cres W3987527 70 Crenshaw Crt Brampton 70 Crenshaw Crt W3987304 944 Hasselfeldt Hts Milton 944 Hasselfeldt Hts W3987396 214 Van Scott Dr Brampton 214 Van Scott Dr W3987710 106 Mcpherson Rd Caledon 106 Mcpherson Rd W3987970 50 Millhouse Mews Brampton 50 Millhouse Mews W3988003 449 Louis Dr Mississauga 449 Louis Dr W3987759 40 Monterey Ave Brampton 40 Monterey Ave W3987980 1649 W Bristol Rd Mississauga 1649 W Bristol Rd W3987583 11 James Arnott Cres Orangeville 11 James Arnott Cres W3988175 497 Lowell Ave Oshawa 497 Lowell Ave E3987867 21 Donaldson Rd East Gwillimbury 21 Donaldson Rd N3987849 180 Canlish Rd Toronto 180 Canlish Rd E3988278 14 Pendrill Way Ajax 14 Pendrill Way E3987374 3121 Old Bronte Rd Oakville 3121 Old Bronte Rd W3988019 15 Duxbury Dr Toronto 15 Duxbury Dr E3988253 40 Lexington Rd Brampton 40 Lexington Rd W3988246 12 Chelway Rd Toronto 12 Chelway Rd E3988259 271 W River Oaks Blvd Oakville 271 W River Oaks Blvd W3987412 109 Toscana Rd Vaughan 109 Toscana Rd N3987570 29 Pardon Ave Whitby 29 Pardon Ave E3870092 911 Hasselfeldt Hts Milton 911 Hasselfeldt Hts W3988223 44 Forty First St Toronto 44 Forty First St W3987958 24 Hoxton Rd Brampton 24 Hoxton Rd W3988280 Th2 Pratt Hts Th6 Milton Th2 Pratt Hts Th6 W3988319 27 Read St Aurora 27 Read St N3987785 527 Donlands Ave Toronto 527 Donlands Ave E3988024 2400 Baronwood Dr Oakville 2400 Baronwood Dr W3987963 3012 Richview Blvd Oakville 3012 Richview Blvd W3988092 125 Eden Vale Dr King 125 Eden Vale Dr N3987653 134 Beech St Brampton 134 Beech St W3987875 53 Garthdale Crt Toronto 53 Garthdale Crt C3987381 1790 Finch Ave 32 Pickering 1790 Finch Ave 32 E3987476 110 Marlow Ave Toronto 110 Marlow Ave E3988118 12 Andrea Lane Vaughan 12 Andrea Lane N3987728 177 Desert Sand Dr Brampton 177 Desert Sand Dr W3987898 1701 Finch Ave 73 Pickering 1701 Finch Ave 73 E3988131 7303 Cork Tree Row Mississauga 7303 Cork Tree Row W3987588 4 Sunflower Crt Markham 4 Sunflower Crt N3988209 4131 Loyalist Dr Mississauga 4131 Loyalist Dr W3987998 10 Luminous Crt Brampton 10 Luminous Crt W3987589 286 Royal Salisbury Way Brampton 286 Royal Salisbury Way W3987763 109 Hammill Hts East Gwillimbury 109 Hammill Hts N3988124 116 Bertmount Ave Toronto 116 Bertmount Ave E3987754 6 Caldwell Cres Brampton 6 Caldwell Cres W3987799 172B Elmwood Ave Toronto 172B Elmwood Ave C3987708 38 Tromley Dr Toronto 38 Tromley Dr W3987700 101 Walter Ave Newmarket 101 Walter Ave N3987733 37 Crawley Dr Brampton 37 Crawley Dr W3987422 20 Union St Hamilton 20 Union St X3987937 3 Stoyell Dr Richmond Hill 3 Stoyell Dr N3988318 79 Fordwich Cres Toronto 79 Fordwich Cres W3987511 22 Milby Cres Bradford West Gwillimbury 22 Milby Cres Bradford N3987349 93 Bathurst Glen Dr Vaughan 93 Bathurst Glen Dr N3987506 61 Medway Cres Toronto 61 Medway Cres E3987706 119 West 31st St Hamilton 119 West 31st St X3988144 312 Rimilton Ave Toronto 312 Rimilton Ave W3988274 91 Minlow Way Aurora 91 Minlow Way N3988009 2207 Donald Rd Burlington 2207 Donald Rd W3988201 144 Lorenzo Dr Hamilton 144 Lorenzo Dr X3987402 11 Ballantyne Crt Toronto 11 Ballantyne Crt W3987601 4170 Wakefield Cres Mississauga 4170 Wakefield Cres W3987548 3011 Salerno Cres Mississauga 3011 Salerno Cres W3987487 15 Conistan Rd Markham 15 Conistan Rd N3987452 336 Waterloo Ave Toronto 336 Waterloo Ave C3987343 69 Royal West Dr Brampton 69 Royal West Dr W3988306 30 Thimbleberry St Brampton 30 Thimbleberry St W3987355 2140 Pine Glen Rd Oakville 2140 Pine Glen Rd W3988150 18538 Highway 48 East Gwillimbury 18538 Highway 48 N3988054 6956 Cadiz Cres Mississauga 6956 Cadiz Cres W3988165 178 Macdonell Ave Toronto 178 Macdonell Ave W3987321 233 Palace St Whitby 233 Palace St E3987625 220 Gilbert Ave Toronto 220 Gilbert Ave W3987325 86 Fairhill Ave Brampton 86 Fairhill Ave W3988139 1443 Zante Crt Mississauga 1443 Zante Crt W3988008 1215 Clifford Pt Milton 1215 Clifford Pt W3987984 39 Arborview Cres Toronto 39 Arborview Cres W3987779 320 Ravineview Dr 8 Vaughan 320 Ravineview Dr 8 N3987472 115 Sea Drifter Cres Brampton 115 Sea Drifter Cres W3987560 27 Ribbon Dr Brampton 27 Ribbon Dr W3987444 4603 Jethro Crt Mississauga 4603 Jethro Crt W3987306 427 Harkin Pl Milton 427 Harkin Pl W3987681 34 Wellpark Blvd Toronto 34 Wellpark Blvd E3987450 3336 Havenwood Dr Mississauga 3336 Havenwood Dr W3988095 372 Coombs Crt Milton 372 Coombs Crt W3988081 814 Meadowvale Rd Toronto 814 Meadowvale Rd E3987445 29 Rouge River Circ Markham 29 Rouge River Circ N3987535 766 Dow Landing Milton 766 Dow Landing W3988233 73 Donegall Dr Toronto 73 Donegall Dr C3987354 238 Glenashton Dr Oakville 238 Glenashton Dr W3988310 72 Harverstock Cres Brampton 72 Harverstock Cres W3987404 312 Earlscourt Ave Toronto 312 Earlscourt Ave W3988303 533 Westmount Ave Toronto 533 Westmount Ave C3987483 33 Muriel Ave Toronto 33 Muriel Ave E3988241 18 Tampsett Ave Ajax 18 Tampsett Ave E3987322 116 Stillwater Cres Toronto 116 Stillwater Cres C3987655 5872 Questman Hllw Mississauga 5872 Questman Hllw W3987679 8 Mary Gapper Cres Richmond Hill 8 Mary Gapper Cres N3987270 53 Eakins Dr Aurora 53 Eakins Dr N3987805 18 Jocada Crt Richmond Hill 18 Jocada Crt N3987426 216 Holmes Ave Toronto 216 Holmes Ave C3987704 2 Kingsmead Crt Richmond Hill 2 Kingsmead Crt N3987912 72 Springhouse Sq Toronto 72 Springhouse Sq E3987598 56 Durango Dr Brampton 56 Durango Dr W3987819 2043 Ghent Ave Burlington 2043 Ghent Ave W3987368 84 Twenty Fourth St Toronto 84 Twenty Fourth St W3987768 53 Worthington Ave Richmond Hill 53 Worthington Ave N3987559 120 Donside Dr Toronto 120 Donside Dr E3988152 485 Greenpark Cres Mississauga 485 Greenpark Cres W3987388 50 Gorsebrook Crt Brampton 50 Gorsebrook Crt W3987800 30 Baldry Ave Vaughan 30 Baldry Ave N3987257 4558 16th Ave Markham 4558 16th Ave N3987787 112 Robinson St Markham 112 Robinson St N3987308 111 Desert Sand Dr Brampton 111 Desert Sand Dr W3988022 45 Arran Cres Toronto 45 Arran Cres C3987434 73 Bridlewood Blvd Toronto 73 Bridlewood Blvd E3987484 786 Joe Persechini Dr Newmarket 786 Joe Persechini Dr N3988056 42 Big Rock Dr Vaughan 42 Big Rock Dr N3987730 1597 Blanefield Rd Mississauga 1597 Blanefield Rd W3988182 1030 Poppy Lane Newmarket 1030 Poppy Lane N3988321 2 Sweet Emily Crt Vaughan 2 Sweet Emily Crt N3988316 19 Autumn Glow Dr Markham 19 Autumn Glow Dr N3987624 1431 Grosvenor St Oakville 1431 Grosvenor St W3987520 2441 Sinclair Circ Burlington 2441 Sinclair Circ W3987973 17 Fitzwilliam Ave Richmond Hill 17 Fitzwilliam Ave N3987907 3122 Ferguson Dr Burlington 3122 Ferguson Dr W3987788 1693 Copseholm Tr Mississauga 1693 Copseholm Tr W3988143 88 Runnymede Rd Toronto 88 Runnymede Rd W3987874 27 Hawtin Lane Aurora 27 Hawtin Lane N3987455 26 Rangeley Dr Toronto 26 Rangeley Dr E3987690 42 Ruby Lang Lane Toronto 42 Ruby Lang Lane W3988294 19 Salvage St Ajax 19 Salvage St E3987464 382 Orsi Ave Bradford West Gwillimbury 382 Orsi Ave Bradford N3988252 72 Staglin Crt Markham 72 Staglin Crt N3988312 9803 Fourth Line Halton Hills 9803 Fourth Line W3988044 68 Cathedral High St Markham 68 Cathedral High St N3987516 6064 Fullerton Cres Mississauga 6064 Fullerton Cres W3988239 64 Sawmill Valley Dr Newmarket 64 Sawmill Valley Dr N3987518 54 Ryder Cres Ajax 54 Ryder Cres E3987558 4 Mccartney St Hamilton 4 Mccartney St X3987433 10 Boland Crt Aurora 10 Boland Crt N3988309 52 Bauer Cres Markham 52 Bauer Cres N3988208 890 Marinet Cres Pickering 890 Marinet Cres E3987939 1226 E Wellington St Aurora 1226 E Wellington St N3987901 99 Highland Hill Toronto 99 Highland Hill W3988320 77 W Rouge Valley Dr Markham 77 W Rouge Valley Dr N3988036 15 Laura Sabrina Dr Vaughan 15 Laura Sabrina Dr N3988193 34 Ironwood Cres Whitchurch Stouffville 34 Ironwood Cres N3988163 2373 E Gerrard St Toronto 2373 E Gerrard St E3987489 2624 Constable Rd Mississauga 2624 Constable Rd W3988079 236 Doubtfire Cres Markham 236 Doubtfire Cres N3987713 100 Bushmills Sq Toronto 100 Bushmills Sq E3987969 27 Keystone Cres Hamilton 27 Keystone Cres X3987503 6 Lunness Rd Toronto 6 Lunness Rd W3987928 8 Herkley Dr Brampton 8 Herkley Dr W3987765 6150 Snowy Owl Cres Mississauga 6150 Snowy Owl Cres W3987296 69 Lola Cres Brampton 69 Lola Cres W3988210 78 W Edgar Ave Richmond Hill 78 W Edgar Ave N3988295 11 Restever Gate Toronto 11 Restever Gate W3988169 854 Castlemore Ave Markham 854 Castlemore Ave N3987870 16 Mclaughlin Ave Milton 16 Mclaughlin Ave W3987596 85 Barrymore Rd Toronto 85 Barrymore Rd E3987269 81 Watson Cres Brampton 81 Watson Cres W3987742 2 Dopp Cres Brampton 2 Dopp Cres W3987696 24 Unsworth Cres Ajax 24 Unsworth Cres E3988147 35 Thorntree Cres Brampton 35 Thorntree Cres W3987293 8 Conover Crt Brampton 8 Conover Crt W3988030 2614 Tillings Rd Pickering 2614 Tillings Rd E3987662 494 English Mill Crt Milton 494 English Mill Crt W3987691 426 Black Dr Milton 426 Black Dr W3987698 55 Dewey Dr Toronto 55 Dewey Dr E3987615 158 Roxborough Ave Oshawa 158 Roxborough Ave E3987845 920 Islington Ave Toronto 920 Islington Ave W3988297 23 Belyea Cres Toronto 23 Belyea Cres E3988066 411 E King St Oshawa 411 E King St E3987938 29 Grice Circ Whitchurch Stouffville 29 Grice Circ N3988315 12 E Centre St Whitby 12 E Centre St E3987608 30 Corianne Ave Whitby 30 Corianne Ave E3987561 10 Glenoaks Crt Vaughan 10 Glenoaks Crt N3987790 175 Sinclair Ave Oshawa 175 Sinclair Ave E3987467 519 Creekview Circ Pickering 519 Creekview Circ E3987313 190 Harbourside Dr Whitby 190 Harbourside Dr E3987530 5 Horseley Hill Dr Toronto 5 Horseley Hill Dr E3987833 48 Apple Tree Cres Uxbridge 48 Apple Tree Cres N3988128 82 Hoey Cres Oakville 82 Hoey Cres W3987783 137 Bolton Ave Newmarket 137 Bolton Ave N3987781 19 William Stephenson Dr Whitby 19 William Stephenson Dr E3987773 635234 Highway 10 Mono 635234 Highway 10 X3988049 2034 Kilbride St Burlington 2034 Kilbride St W3987280 135 Mynden Way Newmarket 135 Mynden Way N3987478 6 Bengel Rd Brampton 6 Bengel Rd W3988117 295 Sixteen Mile Dr Oakville 295 Sixteen Mile Dr W3987437 961 Glen Acres Crt Burlington 961 Glen Acres Crt W3987816 358 English Mill Cres Milton 358 English Mill Cres W3987312 19 Mckinnon Ave Halton Hills 19 Mckinnon Ave W3987327 23 Tofield Cres Toronto 23 Tofield Cres W3987425 96 Foxfield Cres Vaughan 96 Foxfield Cres N3987377 12 Mentor Blvd Toronto 12 Mentor Blvd C3987276 24 Hobart Dr Toronto 24 Hobart Dr C3987649 4 Macdougall Dr Brampton 4 Macdougall Dr W3987862 424 Delaney Dr Ajax 424 Delaney Dr E3987337 1432 Goldmar Dr Mississauga 1432 Goldmar Dr W3988125 163 South Unionville Ave Markham 163 South Unionville Ave N3987477 165 Hampshire Way 78 Milton 165 Hampshire Way 78 W3987547 33 Gardenbrooke Tr Brampton 33 Gardenbrooke Tr W3988098 734 E Irving Terr Milton 734 E Irving Terr W3987722 552 Woodward Ave Milton 552 Woodward Ave W3987546 109 James Young Dr Halton Hills 109 James Young Dr W3987458 21 Adanac Dr Whitby 21 Adanac Dr E3988108 1575 Brandy Crt Pickering 1575 Brandy Crt E3988096 262 Chalmers St Oakville 262 Chalmers St W3987413 33 Haverhill Cres Whitby 33 Haverhill Cres E3988021 745 Elgin St Newmarket 745 Elgin St N3988083 43 Masken Circ Brampton 43 Masken Circ W3987529 27 Shieldmark Cres Markham 27 Shieldmark Cres N3988305 17 Tiger Lily St Richmond Hill 17 Tiger Lily St N3987369 8 Peacham Cres Toronto 8 Peacham Cres W3987850 2319 Colonel William Pkwy Oakville 2319 Colonel William Pkwy W3988133 5 Rufford Dr Brampton 5 Rufford Dr W3987586 5383 W Tenth Line Mississauga 5383 W Tenth Line W3988211 346 Dymott Ave Milton 346 Dymott Ave W3988195 169 Worthington Ave Richmond Hill 169 Worthington Ave N3987966 246 Remembrance Rd Brampton 246 Remembrance Rd W3987673 12 Moonstream Crt Mississauga 12 Moonstream Crt W3987776 114 E Ellwood Dr Caledon 114 E Ellwood Dr W3987273 122 Longford Dr Newmarket 122 Longford Dr N3987274 8 Red Stag Rd Brampton 8 Red Stag Rd W3987431 11 Mayapple Lane Richmond Hill 11 Mayapple Lane N3988189 20 Attraction Dr Brampton 20 Attraction Dr W3987521 2 Borrelli Dr Brampton 2 Borrelli Dr W3987724 293 Scott Blvd Milton 293 Scott Blvd W3988010 31 Bering Rd Brampton 31 Bering Rd W3987448 262 Liverpool Rd Newmarket 262 Liverpool Rd N3987538 14 Crown Forest Crt Brampton 14 Crown Forest Crt W3987314 2543 Gill Cres Oakville 2543 Gill Cres W3987278 32 Newton Dr Orangeville 32 Newton Dr W3987291 1971 Davebrook Rd Mississauga 1971 Davebrook Rd W3987543 859 Leslie Valley Dr Newmarket 859 Leslie Valley Dr N3988276 799 Edge Moor Ave Burlington 799 Edge Moor Ave W3987279 90 Kirknewton Rd Toronto 90 Kirknewton Rd W3987428 131 Novaview Cres Vaughan 131 Novaview Cres N3988178 60 Coquette Rd Toronto 60 Coquette Rd W3988243 364 Wheat Boom Dr Oakville 364 Wheat Boom Dr W3988063 166 Forsythe St Oakville 166 Forsythe St W3987965 78 Rogers Tr Bradford West Gwillimbury 78 Rogers Tr Bradford N3987499 2 Tilden Rd Brampton 2 Tilden Rd W3988273 85 Dolphin Song Cres Brampton 85 Dolphin Song Cres W3988116 7546 Old Scugog Rd Clarington 7546 Old Scugog Rd E3987286 5390 Flatford Rd Mississauga 5390 Flatford Rd W3987837 1537 Woodstream Ave Oshawa 1537 Woodstream Ave E3988055 7438 Magistrate Terr Mississauga 7438 Magistrate Terr W3987310 6 Bruno Ridge Dr Caledon 6 Bruno Ridge Dr W3987687 4 Elihof Dr Vaughan 4 Elihof Dr N3988086 171 Tracina Dr Oakville 171 Tracina Dr W3987866 77 Trayborn Dr Richmond Hill 77 Trayborn Dr N3988213 1825 Glenvista Dr Oakville 1825 Glenvista Dr W3987982 4122 Colonial Dr Mississauga 4122 Colonial Dr W3987812 253 Country Glen Rd Markham 253 Country Glen Rd N3988240 864 Chapleau Dr Pickering 864 Chapleau Dr E3987612 120 Waters Blvd Milton 120 Waters Blvd W3988265 401 Laurier Ave Milton 401 Laurier Ave W3988159 38 Autumn Glow Dr Markham 38 Autumn Glow Dr N3987271 18 Rimrock Cres Whitby 18 Rimrock Cres E3987623 12 Grapevine Rd Caledon 12 Grapevine Rd W3987842 8190 Old Church Rd Caledon 8190 Old Church Rd W3987929 9 Equestrian Crt Toronto 9 Equestrian Crt C3988192 58 Roth St Aurora 58 Roth St N3987420 10 Grandview Ave Markham 10 Grandview Ave N3987659 34 Childs Crt Clarington 34 Childs Crt E3987287 66 Chaya Sara Gdns Vaughan 66 Chaya Sara Gdns N3988204 66 Child Dr Aurora 66 Child Dr N3987995 3 Glen Nevis Dr Richmond Hill 3 Glen Nevis Dr N3987645 1573 Princeton Cres Oakville 1573 Princeton Cres W3987658 1260 Barnwood Sq Pickering 1260 Barnwood Sq E3987494 280 Royalpark Way Vaughan 280 Royalpark Way N3988179 8 Cobblehill Crt Markham 8 Cobblehill Crt N3987358 35 Wandering Trail Dr Brampton 35 Wandering Trail Dr W3987383 108 Keystar Crt Vaughan 108 Keystar Crt N3988217 951 Glen View Ave Burlington 951 Glen View Ave W3987329 155 Gilbert Ave Toronto 155 Gilbert Ave W3987971 11 Alex Campbell Cres King 11 Alex Campbell Cres N3988129 149 Murison Blvd Toronto 149 Murison Blvd E3988109 12 Humber Tr Toronto 12 Humber Tr W3988119 10 Grants Pl Markham 10 Grants Pl N3988061 970 Oklahoma Dr Pickering 970 Oklahoma Dr E3987334 694 Twain Ave Mississauga 694 Twain Ave W3987466 1482 Rosebank Rd Pickering 1482 Rosebank Rd E3987726 27 Shippigan Cres Toronto 27 Shippigan Cres C3988302 22 Grist Mill Dr Halton Hills 22 Grist Mill Dr W3987357 20 Pritchard Rd Brampton 20 Pritchard Rd W3987576 28 Kenora St Brampton 28 Kenora St W3987496 4 Cloudburst Rd Brampton 4 Cloudburst Rd W3987332 5679 Topaz Pl Mississauga 5679 Topaz Pl W3987711 251 Summeridge Dr Vaughan 251 Summeridge Dr N3987642

  Daily Featured MLS Listings – 20th November 2017 first appeared on: GTA Real Estate Pros 154 Bathurst St, Toronto, ON, M5V 2R3 647-362-2000 https://goo.gl/Yj7G5g

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[katef-m]

field notes

dressed like the famous five tomboy i once was, navy check playsuit and hi tops, all grazed bruisey limbs no shape, and fondly remembering all my injuries of that era: the cuts and scratches from tree climbing, the bruises from swinging into the rock climbing wall at the leisure centre, the whack in the back of the knee during hockey (which i hated, by the way - too tall at twelve for the hockey sticks), the long grazes down the side of my leg when i cycled down the hill by the museum in cornwall and took the gravelled corner way too fast, slid a good few metres on my side and limped, humiliated, to my mum and the savlon cream. 

get the bus and the el to lincoln park, discover stan’s doughnuts do cheap nitro cold brew so i take that to the water. still can’t get over the beauty of lake michigan in the summer. i have never been to a lake that looks like an ocean. but the water’s colour, so turquoise green and unlike any coastal water, and the way tiny waves knock into the land, gentle bubbles, and the almost-white sand. and the beloved urban grid watching, waiting in the distance. thank you chicago for indulging my desire to be both unrefined beach bum and urban drifter. sit on one of the concrete arms swinging out into the water and read for a couple of hours, feet dangling in the frigid water, face sunned. walk along the dusty beach road listening to thunder road and feeling very happy. duck back into the city past oak street beach - today’s trader joe’s samples are pitta chips and hummus so i’m happy - and towards the river and home, via aldi, because i am still obsessed with the fact i’ve found a supermarket as cheap as the ones back home. this time next month i’ll be home, how perfectly odd.

[oakhilldrifters]

There’s so much great music being put out there all the time - we’re grateful to those writers who give some space to unfamiliar bands. Huge thanks to @york_calling for the nice review! 🙏💥 Check it out here! https://yorkcalling.co.uk/2022/02/13/new-music-oak-hill-drifters-shindig/ #oakhilldrifters #shindig #newmusic #americana #country #yorkcalling #bethmckee #swampsistas https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ9JjTiLuVg/?utm_medium=tumblr

[yorkcalling]

Discovery: Oak Hill Drifters

Discovery: Oak Hill Drifters

Carpe Dame is the latest release from Oak Hill Drifters, an American country rock band from the USA with a brilliant sound to their music. By Jane Howkins Oak Hill Drifters also have elements of rock and Americana in their music – I felt that this track had something of a spaghetti western feel to it, in part due to the eerie guitar melodies and the upbeat rhythm of the song. The female vocals…

[joebustillos]

Video Mondays: "A Piece of Time" by Andy Summers

Video Mondays: “A Piece of Time” by Andy Summers

Video Mondays: “A Piece of Time” by Andy Summers

Monday, Monday… life has been more than a little different since schools were shut down on March 16th and COVID19 killed 100,000 Americans (yes, and I personally knew some people who passed, so you “hoaxers” can go “F” yourselves to death!). But I have taken some solace and hope seeing my fellow teachers rise to the challenge and see through to the…

[joebustillos]

“You’re the Reason” performed by the Oak Hill Drifters at the Smiling Bison in Orlando FL on 2016-03-18. Apologies about the lousy lighting, but the performance was too good to not post.

2016-03-18 SMILING BISON – ORLANDO FL

Oak Hill Drifters are:

Rachel Decker on vocals and acoustic guitar

Tom Cooper on vocals, electric and steel guitar

Craig Roy on upright bass

Tom Pearce on drums

George K. Dimitrov on guitar

Please check out their shows and friend them on their FaceBook page at https://www.facebook.com/oakhilldrifters/

2016-03 Oak Hill Drifters at Smiling Bison (Orlando) "You're the Reason" performed by the Oak Hill Drifters at the Smiling Bison in Orlando FL on 2016-03-18.