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[andybodders]

Domino’s Pizza to come to Ludlow

Plans have been submitted for advertising signs on a small retail unit on Ludlow Business Park squeezed between Howdens and the A49 bypass. The signage indicates the unit will house a Domino’s Pizza. The take away will be accessed from Orleton Road, off Parys Road and Sheet Road. It intends to serve residents, local businesses and passing traffic on the A49. The current applications are for four…

[handeaux]

Some Curious Tales About Cincinnati Streets And How They Were Named

Over the years, Cincinnati’s streets have been named, renamed, abandoned and vacated. The origin of some of our street names is lost in the mists of time and mythology. Here are a few attempts to sort the facts from the folderol.

Now That’s Plumb Curious

On the very earliest Cincinnati maps today’s Plum Street is labeled as “Filson Strret,” honoring the first local surveyor (and coiner of the name “Losantiville”) John Filson. By 1802, however, Filson Street had become – mostly – “Plumb Street.” There was enough confusion on this and other street names that City Council officially named the downtown streets on 12 February 1814, codifying that spelling, with a “B” at the end. One hundred years later, the Cincinnati Post [25 November 1914] claimed that it was “Plumb” Street “because other streets were platted plumb, or square, with it. While this may have been the case, there does not appear to be a contemporary record to support this theory. To the contrary, it seems that Cincinnati’s streets were “plumbed” westward from Broadway, originally known as Eastern Row. Additionally, it must be noted that the sweet purple fruit was known equally well as “plums” or “plumbs” up to around 1850. Whether by coincidence or not, all city maps after 1850 refer to “Plum Street.”

Beware The Indian Maiden!

As a useful rule of thumb, if you run across an origin story featuring an otherwise unidentified Indian Maiden, consider that legend – no matter the source! – to be unmitigated poppycock. For example, the Cincinnati Post [24 November 1914] claimed that Race Street got its name because two Indian braves raced down that primeval avenue to win the hand of a beautiful Indian Maiden. In reality, Race Street (and Vine, Walnut, Sycamore, etc.) was named by surveyor Israel Ludlow when he created to first official plat of the town. Ludlow used street names borrowed from Philadelphia. Be likewise suspicious of nostalgic old ladies. Mrs. Mary Lawton, aged 80, told the Enquirer [23 June 1929] that her own father, Nicholas Hoeffer, named Race Street after a racing track he owned at Washington Park. Not so, Mrs. Lawton, not so.

Don’t Touch That Name!

Cincinnati street names accrue sentimental ties in curious ways. In 1860, Rosetta Cobb, an elderly Irish Immigrant, sold off a plot of land in the ravine between Clifton and Clifton Heights. She filed a plat with the county naming all the subdivision’s streets for her daughters – Laura, Eveline, Christiana and Julia Ann. Over the years, property sales and redevelopment eliminated all of those streets except for Julia Ann. In 1992, the owners of Clifton Colony Apartments, located at the end of Julia Ann Street, petitioned the City of Cincinnati to change the name of the street because no one could find their apartment buildings. The city reasoned that Julia Ann Cobb and her mother were long past caring. Rosetta Cobb had gone to her reward in 1872 and Julia Ann had married Franklin Underwood in 1855 and moved to Memphis where she remained for the rest of her life. Hearing no objections, the city renamed Julia Ann Street to Clifton Colony Drive. One year later, Ronald Meyer, the city official in charge of street names, got an irate letter from a woman named Julia Ann, demanding Cincinnati change that street name back! Her parents – apparently no relation to the Cobb family – had named their daughter after that street and she considered it to be her very own street.

No Glory For Secretaries

If you can find them, Cincinnati named two streets to honor secretaries. Amthauer Street in Fairmount is sandwiched between Tremont and Harrison and runs eastward from Adler to Pinetree. Until 1908, that little lane was named Spruce Street, but was changed to honor Louise Amthauer, a secretary in the city clerk’s office, during a wholesale street retitling by the Boss Cox machine. Miss Amthauer was a dedicated Republican and later married the county GOP chairman. There is no signage for Amthauer Street, and no pavement – it’s only a paper street. Peggie Lane in Lower Price Hill is at least paved, but also lacks signage. In 1956, Margaret “Peggie” Funk was a secretary in the City Engineer’s Office. The City Engineer needed a name for the driveway abutting Oyler School. “Peggie” was brief, easy to spell, impossible to mispronounce and didn’t conflict with any other names in the system. But the cheapskates couldn’t spring for a sign to recognize Miss Funk.

Got You Under My Spell

Street names appear on street signs, obviously, but also on maps, directories, driver’s licenses and mailing lists. Sometimes discrepancies arise. Copelen Street in Walnut Hills marks the location of Fireside Pizza in the old Company 16 Firehouse. In 1930, the Cincinnati Post [17 December 1930] printed a “gotcha” story claiming the street sign was wrong because the city directory called it Copeland Street. The Post had to eat crow a few days later when Eugene Schellinger, city draughtsman, uncovered the 1855 ordinance naming that thoroughfare in honor of pioneering resident Isaac Copelen, insurance magnate and distinguished Mason, who once lived nearby. The Post got snookered again in 1964, complaining that Wolfangel Road in Anderson Township should be spelled “Wolfangle.” Tell that to the descendants of pioneer settler Gottfried Wolfangel! Not so easy to explain were the manifold misspellings of Whetsel Avenue, honoring Madisonville farmer and military hero Henry Bramble Whetsel. That road winds through three political jurisdictions. In the mid-1990s, an observant commuter noticed the correct spelling on Cincinnati’s signs, but Madeira spelled it Wetsel and Hamilton County opted for Whetzel.

That’s No Lady! That’s A Surveyor!

Jo Williams, born 1981, is a British speed skater and Jo Williams, born 1948, (now Dame Josephine Williams) is a British social worker. Neither of these ladies has anything to do with Jo Williams Street in Northside, which has been connecting Colerain Avenue and Blue Rock Road since 1853. “Jo” in this case is Joel Williams, one of Cincinnati’s earliest settlers. Williams competed with Israel Ludlow to draw up the official plat of Cincinnati. The town fathers chose Ludlow’s plat. Williams attempted to claim the Public Landing through a curious application of squatter’s rights but lost in court. He was more successful as an innkeeper, real estate investor and operator of Cincinnati’s first ferry. A stint as a surveyor has proven effective at getting a street named for you. Jo Williams’ nemesis, Israel Ludlow, is recognized by Clifton’s main drag, while (John) Filson Street, (Joseph) Gest Street and (Eli) Elder Street honor other local surveyors.

Not All Streets Have Happy Endings

Few people give a thought to Northside’s Gulow Street. It’s a short stretch of pavement with a few nondescript buildings and a parking lot, but it has an odd-sounding name. The street honors the memory of August E. Gulow, a merchant tailor who kept a dry goods shop at Knowlton’s Corner for many years. The little byway had been known as Oak Street, but City Council changed the name to Gulow in 1870. By 1900, Mr. Gulow was slipping into insanity, distraught after two daughters died from tuberculosis. The family did all they could to keep the old man out of an institution, but on 5 December 1901, he grabbed a razor and repeatedly slashed his stomach. He died six days later and is buried at Spring Grove Cemetery. His name lives on in that little street.

[lamaisongaga]

LADY GAGA STUNS IN BESPOKE DALLAS COULTER DRESS

After filming her MTV Unplugged performance with Tony yesterday, Lady Gaga was seen leaving the Ludlow hotel to grab some pizza on her way back home.

The fashion chameleon lived her 50s fantasy in a bespoke design by Dallas Coulter whose pieces adorned some of the most iconic drag queens!

Gaga’s black silk asymmetrical wrap dress, which is strongly based on a vintage Dior creation from the 1950s, features an off-the-shoulder bust with buttons, long sleeves with folded cuff and multi-layered petticoat underneath.

Her minimalistic solitaire brilliant diamond stud earrings are signed by Tiffany & Co. and are worth $5,100.

Her Edward Avedis turned into a staple piece at this point. This is the Clara eternity style, shared prong diamond band with 2mm diamonds hand set in 18kt rose-gold ($1,800).

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Edward Avedis “Clara” Ring ($1,800.00)

She carried a Mark Cross Grace small leather box bag in black ($2,290) customized with the title of her and Tony’s upcoming jazz record ‘Love for Sale’.

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Mark Cross “Grace” Box Bag ($2,290.00)

Finally, these Jimmy Choo Abel black satin pointed-toe pumps completed the look.

[fleckcmscott]

Things Past

Summary: Arthur shares a childhood memory with Y/N. She sees it differently than he does.

Warnings: Mild angst

Words: 2,645

A/N: This was an anonymous request! Thank you for sending it to me - it was a real challenge. A big thanks to Karen, too. Not just for beta-ing, but for helping with the basis of the memory in question. (I had an idea but hers was much better.) 

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Y/N was clad in her robe and brushing her teeth when Arthur entered the bathroom, flashed her a half-smile, and sat on the side of the tub. A mix of nicotine and cologne hung in the air. He must have smoked half a pack if he was trying to cover up the scent. The flexing of his bare toes on the dark tile floor, and the nibbling of his thumbnail caught her eye in the mirror. Once she rinsed, she grabbed a piece of floss and sat next to him, situating herself so they were hip to hip.

They were fast approaching five years together. Arthur and she still found respite in each other's presence. In shared warmth, not only in the familiarity of their affection, but also in the meeting of lips and bodies during lovemaking and otherwise. And in their companionable silences, which continued to hold a tacit acknowledgment that he could tell her whatever he needed, whether he uttered a simple word or two, or the rare paragraph.

Arthur appeared to be somewhere in the middle of that range of need now. It was evident in the tightness of his back as she put her palm on it. Rubbing gently, fingertips tracing his spine, she sought to bring him out. Like she had back when he'd sat on her sofa with his journal, a stand-up fresh off his first performance. The morning she'd realized she'd fallen in love with him.

His sigh let her know her attention was working. "Dr. Ludlow wants to talk about when I was a kid," he murmured. "I won't know what to say. I barely remember anything."

The subject of his childhood was seldom discussed. Even after his mother had passed away last spring; he'd been silent when they'd picked-up her belongings at the home. (He'd thrown out everything besides the periodic letters and photos Y/N had sent, stating "I like reading I make you happy.") They had never gone over the details in the Arkham file. He'd told her he hadn't and wouldn't look at all of it. He'd seen the headlines, scanned the psychiatric interview, touched the adoption certificate. That had been enough.

While he'd guessed she'd looked at Penny's records, she hadn't disclosed that she'd eventually read all it contained. Had learned the details of his neglect and abuse. Had seen the photos of his emaciated, bruised body. Her throat constricted as they flashed in her mind's eye. It was a mercy he wasn't aware of everything that had occurred. Even if his unconscious knew.

Of course, if he asked her, she'd answer any questions he had. Tell him all of it. But she didn't want to burden him. Or for him to feel shame, an unwarranted reaction her experience reading family cases had taught her was common. The two of them would keep doing what they always had: deal with the residual effects of his past, the symptoms of his illnesses together, as best they could. And for what she couldn't help with, he had his doctor and his journal.

"You can say whatever you want." Y/N bunched up the floss and tossed it towards the trash can under the sink, groaning as it bounced off the rim and back at them. "You could bring back some classic parts of your act. The one about how you hated school," she said, nudging his side. "And how the other kids were too unsophisticated to see what a sweet, funny boy you were."

He retrieved the plastic thread and stood up, threw it away. At his scoff, she realized her attempt to lighten his load hadn't worked. "That was, what? Over thirty years ago?" Then he turned to her, his thumb stuck in the waistband of his pajamas. "We have our life now. Why should it matter?"

Reluctance to admit one's past affected the present was understandable. She'd denied it to herself when she'd first moved to Gotham. Burying herself in her work had been enjoyable. And it had had the convenient side effect of allowing her to avoid processing the ways caretaking had changed her. Starting a relationship with Arthur had forced her to stop and take a breath, to examine its impact. It had done her good. She was certain it would him, too.

"Arthur." He took her proffered hand without pause and stepped to her automatically. She pressed her mouth above his navel, laid her cheek against the warm skin of his belly. "I'll be right here for you." The caress to her hair was featherlight and her hold on him tightened. "You've put so much work into yourself. This is difficult but you can do it."

Bending to her, he kissed the top of her head. "Go to bed. I don't wanna keep you up."

"It's all right if you do. I happen to like your company." At last, she succeeded in getting a chuckle out of him and a playful swat to her thigh. But he withdrew and wished her good night. Heading into their bedroom, she heard the click of the lamp in the living room, the opening of the door to the fire escape. He'd be outside for some time, she assumed. Quickly, she got one of his sweaters and brought it out to him. Though he raised a brow at her, his eyes were full of fondness. She slung the wool shirt over his shoulder and pecked his jaw before taking her leave.

~~~~~

Occasionally, Arthur would call her office before leaving for an appointment. He'd never say he was thinking of skipping a session. That he was having doubts they were working at all. That tough days were infrequent yet harsh. His flat tone and pauses clued her in, though. He'd been calm when he called today, and she'd kidded with him until his mood had buoyed and he'd said he was going. Promising a date night, if he felt up to it, had helped.

Currently, Y/N was in line at Marchetti's waiting for take-out. Wanting to catch-up on the evening news, she grabbed a Gotham Journal from the newsstand. Since the murders of Thomas and Martha Wayne in a robbery six months ago, Gotham's malfeasance appeared to have gotten worse. Reports of small businesses being cited for minor code violations, while establishments run by people with the right name and enough money were left to their own devices, flourished. Construction strikes had become more frequent, which she would normally support. But they had a way of ending as soon as the city placed a higher bid. The chief of police had been photographed hobnobbing with a crime boss, but the mayor had taken no action.

On top of it all, the Wayne Foundation, that thorn in her side, was drawing back many of the initiatives it had begun after increasingly austere program cuts. Including services at that damned medical center in Otisburg. They couldn't run out of funds, the board claimed. With the continuously sluggish economy, returns on their investments weren't what they used to be. The organization needed to ensure the Wayne's son would be taken care of.

Y/N didn't buy those excuses. She had nothing against the boy - she couldn't imagine losing her parents at such a young age. But how many mansions, gazebos, and toys did a child need? The skeptical part of her, the one that always suspected an angle, wondered if the increase in the city's corruption and the Wayne Foundations machinations were related...

Stop it, Y/N. Quickly, she shoved the paper back in its spinning rack. If she thought about it too much, she'd find a way to stumble into an investigation she couldn't ignore. While she'd be ready for one and relish it, she didn't want to focus on that tonight.

Their order was ready in about twenty minutes. Arthur and she had gotten into the habit of getting two individual pizzas, borne of his limited willingness to experiment with toppings. Normally, he was happy to take her recommendations, but he insisted cheese was just as good as any other kind and liked to have it to fall back on. She'd gotten Hawaiian for herself. If he was in the mood to eat, she was sure they'd split them.

Happy notes from the Sinatra live album she'd gifted him for his most recent birthday hit her as she opened the apartment door.  It was a pleasant surprise. Arthur only listened to the LP when he was doing all right. (It had prompted him to tell her of his wish to go see him in concert together, and he didn't want to taint that with negative thoughts.)

Upon peeking around the corner from the kitchen, she spotted Arthur in his writing nook, scribbling hurriedly and tapping his feet to the beat. He was obviously engrossed, but she didn't think he'd mind if she interrupted. Soon she approached his desk, plates in hand. "Knock, knock."

A gentle snort as he put down his pen, "Who's there?"

"Delivery service." She propped her hip against the edge of his desk, and placed the food next to his journal, along with a paper towel. "You owe me a tip."

"I do, don't I?" He angled his head up and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Thanks. I've only had coffee since this morning. Just been working on my material." Swallowing, he flipped back a page in his notebook. "How did the little boy learn to get home?" His green eyes met hers, a hiccup of laughter in his throat. He allowed about three seconds before giving her the punchline. "Step by step by step by step."

Her features softened and her grin drifted away as she absorbed what he'd jotted. In the past, his act had contained references to his childhood. References which could have been based on recollections, figments, or both. This was an observation in joke form, as his jests tended to be. "That's clever." She reached to brush a chestnut wave from his forehead, deciding to ask what she'd been curious about since she got in. "I'm glad you're doing so well. I take it therapy went better than expected?"

Nodding, he gave her a tight-lipped smiled, dimples on display. "Mhm." She moved to sit more fully on his desk, straightening as she secured her paper towel to the neckline of her blouse. They munched quietly, glancing between their slices and each other. It was clear he wanted to tell her more. After he finished his first bites, he shifted in his chair. "I remembered something nice."

A weight rolled off her shoulders, and the corners of her mouth turned up. "That's wonderful."

"Yeah." His teeth worried his thin bottom lip, his gaze going to his plate. "I was at school late - maybe I got in trouble for laughing. Penny was supposed to get me. But I think she forgot, so I had to walk home... It was dark. I hadn't gone that far by myself."

With every word he spoke, Y/N's elation ebbed, replaced by sympathy. But she didn't stop him. "The next day was the same. My mother wasn't there." He still switched back and forth between her name and that title, though he used the latter less and less. "I buttoned my coat and tied my shoes on my own." The satisfaction reflected in his expression contrasted with the pain welling in her. "The steps were icy, but I didn't fall once."

A hitched chuckle left him. "Penny stared at me when she finally answered the door. She couldn't believe I remembered the way home. Then she picked me up." His eyelids fluttered. And the beam on his face was blinding. "She said I was a good boy and told me I was big enough to walk home from then on. She gave me a quarter for a movie." His voice became small, as small as the boy in the story. "I think she was proud of me."

Y/N kept her stare fixed to the floor. Her chewing had slowed, then halted completely. A question nagged at her, even as she assumed the answer would hurt. "How old were you?"

A slight shrug in the corner of her eye. "Six? Seven?"

It shouldn't have stunned her that what he'd introduced as "nice" was to the contrary. But she was gutted. The implications behind it tightened her chest. Was it the last time his mother had held him? Had he gone to the damned movie theater alone, too? Why the hell had the city given him back to Penny?

She'd spent a lot of effort helping him learn that it was okay to be angry and upset sometimes. That he didn't have to lie to her about how he felt. That he didn't have to hide if things were too much for him or he had a bad day. And here she was, doing her best to paste on a smile for him. The difference, she supposed, was that it was to protect him. Not to lie to herself.

She didn't want him to have an inkling regarding the tumult she'd experienced in the last five minutes. That this memory wasn't ideal. Telling him how to feel about it would be crossing the line from honesty into cruelty. There had to be a truth in this she could be happy about. And following some pondering, she found one. He had so few memories from his youth. She supposed he'd been fortunate to retrieve one he considered positive, even though it broke her heart.

She permitted herself to sniff once, blinked a few times at the carpet, and looked to him. "I'm glad you have that to hold onto." Thank god she'd managed to keep her voice from wavering. She distracted herself by squeezing his hand, then brought his knuckles to her lips. "You deserve it."

After a sharp exhale, Arthur moved his palm to hold her shoulder and drew her to him. "You know how you needed me to get into NCB studios? To do your job?"

Twisting to put her plate on the desk, she couldn't stop her giggle. It hadn't been her job - it had been the opposite, frankly. "Of course."

"You're like that for me when it's hard." It was a simple comparison, but she thought it was one of the most beautiful she'd ever heard. She pushed her lips to his, titling her head to deepen the connection and cup his cheeks.

He loosened himself from her grip and grabbed the paper towel she'd tucked into her shirt. Laughing, he tried to wipe away the grease she'd gotten on his face. Y/N plucked the napkin from him and weaved her fingers into his silky hair, imploring him not to care. She looked down at him, unable to stop a smile from forming.

Damn, she was a lucky woman. How did he manage to cheer her, even with the ache lingering in her breast? She'd have to be extra sweet to him in the upcoming days. Hug him tighter, longer, until he pushed her off and shook his head with a smirk before pulling her back in again. It would soothe her, allow her to deal with the mixed emotions she felt at his recollection. Ensure his joyful mood stuck around and make him happy.

She'd start tonight. "We can skip Gotham News and watch whatever you want." She tapped his chest. "You pick."  

"I like watching the news with you." He grinned, then. "But I rented a movie. A comedy from the thirties. There's dancing."

Comedies were much more his cup of tea than hers. But she'd watch anything to sit next to him, to see joy in his eyes, to hold and be held by him. She nuzzled at him and kissed his cheek. "I'm sure we'll love it."

~~~~~

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[eleventhdoctorsangel]

You can’t wake up this is not a dream

Summary: The Winchester siblings have always relied on each others for years. But has the years passed they made a small family. Years and years of fighting monster have brought them to the town of Derry. With fight a creature that is not of this world have to the Winchester finally met their match?

A/n: A part of this chapter was inspired by a scene from a nightmare on elm street

The ride to Richie’s house took about ten minutes. Once we all arrived at his house I got off Bill’s bike as he parked his bike. “Richie did you tell your parents I was coming?” I asked. “Yeah of course hot legs.” Richie said. “Don’t call me that Richie unless you have a death wish.” I said. “Please you don’t look like you will harm a fly.” Richie said. I glared at him. “Come on guys let’s get inside.” Stan said. I followed them inside Richie’s house. I was the last one to go inside but Stan stayed by the door holding it open for me. “Thanks Stan.” I said smiling as I walked inside. “You’re welcome y/n.” Stan said smiling back at me following me inside. “Oh come on please don’t make out in my house. Mom we’re home!” Richie said. “In the kitchen dear.” Richie’s mom said. We all followed him to the kitchen. “Hello boys. Oh and who are you dear?” Richie’s mom said. “Y/n Winchester ma’ma. I guess Richie didn’t mention I was coming. My brothers are working late tonight and they didn’t want me to be home alone.” I said. “Oh that’s quite alright dear. Please call me Maggie. I hope pizza’s ok for dinner.” Maggie said. “Pizza fine mom we’ll be in my room. Come on guys.” Richie said walking out of the kitchen. “Keep your door open Richie.” Maggie said as we followed Richie upstairs to his room. “So what was that again Richie about letting your parents know I was coming?” I asked. “Oh fuck off y/n.” Richie said. “Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?” I asked. “I hate you.” Richie said. “Awe you love me.” I said. “So y/n where exactly did your brothers go?” Stan asked. “Just out of town. They really didn’t tell me anything else really.” I said. “Do they do this often?” Eddie asked. “What? Get called in for their input on cases and having to go quickly without telling a lot?” I asked. Eddie nodded. “Yeah all of the time.” I said. “Doesn’t that bother you?” Richie asked. “No not really. I just gotten used to it.” I said. “I’m sorry that you have to go through that y/n it must be very lonely.” Stan said. “It can be but I’ve learn to live with.” I said. We spent an hour talking until Richie’s mom yelled that Richie’s dad was home with the pizza. Richie, Bill, and Richie raced each other down the stairs while Stan and I walked down the stairs. “I’m guessing they like pizza.” I said laughing a little. “Yeah they do.” Stan said. Stan and I walked into the kitchen and the boys were already eating. “There you two are. Wentworth this is Richie’s new friend y/n.” Maggie said. “Good evening sir thank you for letting me stay after figuring out Richie said nothing about me coming over.” I said. “Well Maggie and I didn’t want you to be by yourself with all of the children that have gone missing.” Wentworth said. “Do you have a safe way to get home sweetie?” Maggie asked. “Yes Mrs. Tozier my mom said that she will take Y/n home.” Stan said. “Oh that’s good. We didn’t want you to have to walk back home alone in the dark.” Maggie said. Stan and I grabbed some pizza and we joined the boys at the table and ate together. After we ate we handed back to Richie’s room and played some video games. Well mostly Bill, Richie, and Eddie did Stan and I watched. It was close to nine when everyone else’s parents started to picked them up. “Y/n come on my mom is here.” Stan said. I nodded getting up and grabbed my bag. “See ya Richie.” I said.  “Bye hot legs.” Richie said. “Are you ever going to call me something other than that?” I asked. “Why do you hate it?” Richie asked. “Yes I do.” I said. “Then no I’m going to keep calling you that.” Richie said. I just rolled my eyes and left Richie’s room with Stan. 

When we walked down stairs we saw that his mom was talking to Richie’s parents. “Oh there you kids are come on let’s get home.” Stan mom’s said. We followed his mom out of Richie’s house and into the car. “Thank you so much for driving me home Mrs. Uris.” I said as I bucked up. “Oh don’t mention it sweetie. Now where do you live sweetie?” Stan mom’s asked. I gave her the address of where we were staying and she started to make the drive there and about ten minutes later she pulled into the driveway. I noticed that Sam and Dean weren’t back yet. “It does look that anyone is home yet. Are you sure that you will be ok sweetie.” Stan mom’s said. “Yes Mrs. Uris I’ll be fine. My brothers are probably on their way home and they forgot to let me know.” I said. “Ok sweetie. Stan why don’t you walk with her to the door.” Mrs. Uris said. “Yes mom.” Stan said. We both unbuckled. I grabbed my bag form the floor and I pulled out a mini flashlight. “Of course you would have a flashlight in your bag.” Stan said. “Hey always got to be prepared.” I said. We both got out of the car and I turned on my flashlight. We walked to the front door together and I handed Stan the flashlight so I could get the keys from out of my bag. I unlocked the door and Stan handed me back my flashlight. “Thanks for walking me to the door Stan.” I said. “You’re welcome y/n.” Stan said. “Are you sure that your brothers are on their way?” Stan asked. “Well they haven’t texted or call me yet saying that they were on their way home yet but please don’t tell your mom that. She would probably take me to your house and make me spend the night.” I said. “Yeah she would. Don’t worry I won’t tell her. Well I should get back in the car before she suspects anything.” Stan said. “Yeah that would be a good thing.” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow y/n.” Stan said. “See you tomorrow Stan.” I said and walked into the house. I turned on a few lights so I wouldn’t be in the dark. I pulled out my phone to call Sam and asked them if they were on the way back yet. But he didn’t pick up. That when I decided to call Cas and ask him if heard anything from them. “Y/n what’s wrong are you hurt?” Cas asked as he answered. “I’m ok Cas. Have you heard from Sam or Dean today?” I asked. “No I haven’t. Is something wrong?” Cas asked. “Well they went to Ludlow to look into a wendigo case and they told me that they should be home around nine and they are not home yet. I’m just kinda worried.” I said. “Would you like me to go check on them?” Cas asked. “Would you Cas please?” I asked. “Of course y/n.” Cas said. “Thank you Cas.” I said. “You’re welcome y/n. Once I check on them I’ll make sure that one of us calls you back.” Cas said. “Ok I’ll be waiting by the phone.” I said. “Good bye y/n I love you.” Cas said. “I love you two Cas.” I said and hung up. I went to my room and sat on my bed waiting on someone to call me back. I waited about thirty minutes and I saw my phone light up with Dean’s name. I quickly picked it up answering it. “Dean.” I said as I answered it. “Hey kiddo Sam and I are on our way.” Dean said. “Are you guys ok?” I asked. “Yeah we’re ok. The case went a little south but we’re ok.” Dean said. “And the Creed family?” I asked. “We still need to handle them. They all seem to be under the wendigo spell.” Dean said. “Even the little boy?” I asked. “We don’t know for sure yet. We might call in some more back up.” Dean said. “Ok. Have you guys ate anything yet?” I asked. “We’re going to pick something up on the way back. What about you kiddo have you ate yet?” Dean asked. “Yeah I have. I went over to Richie’s after school and his parents got us pizza and then Stan’s mom brought me home.” I said. “Alright we’ll be home in about forty five minutes.” Dean said. “Alight I’ll see you guys soon.” I said. “See you soon kiddo.” Dean said then hung up.

After waiting thirty minutes I decided to go take a bath. I grabbed a change of clothes then headed to my bathroom. I put my clothes on the counter and I decided to out my towel on the toilet. After getting the water in the bathtub I got I and started to relax in the hot water. I was in the bathtub for ten minutes then I heard Dean yelling that he and Sam were back. As I yelled back at him saying I was in the bathtub I felt something brush against my leg. I found it odd since there was nothing in the water. Then I felt something tug my leg. I let out a shocked gasp as I grabbed on to the side of the bathtub. Then I was pulled completely under the water. But it seems like now that the bathtub was never ending. I struggled to get back to the surface as I felt myself get pulled farther down. I managed to grabbed ahold of the side of the bathtub pulling me up enough to scream. “SAM!! DEAN!! HELP!!” I screamed before I was again pulled under the water. I finally came face to face with whatever pulled me under the water and it was the clown that I saw outside my window last night. I screamed and struggled to get out of its grip. I kicked it and it let me go and I quickly made my way back to the surface. I could hear that either Sam or Dean was trying to break down the door. I quickly grabbed my towel wrapped it around me as they finally got the door open. “What happened kiddo?” Dean asked as he came over to me. “Something pulled me under the water. The tub it changed. It was like in was never ending.” I said as I started to cry. “It’s ok kiddo.” Dean said pulling me into his chest. “Y/n what happened to your ankle?” Sam asked. I looked down and saw my ankle was bleeding. “That must have happened during the struggle.” I said. “Ok. Get dress real quick and I’ll patch you up.” Dean said. I nodded and he and Sam left so I could get. I quickly got dress making sure not to get any blood on my underwear or shorts. I heard a knock on the door. “You dressed kiddo?” Dean asked. “Yeah dean I’m dress come in.” I said as I hopped on the bathroom counter that was closes the toilet. Dean opened the door coming in the bathroom carrying a first aid kit. “What exactly happened kiddo?” Dean asked as he sat down on the toilet. “Well when I was taking my bath I felt something brush against my leg. I found it weird because there was nothing was in the water. Then I felt something pull my leg then I was pulled under the water.  That when I noticed that the bathtub was never ending. I struggled against to get back to the surface. I managed to break free long enough to call for you and Sam before I was pulled back under. That when I noticed that the clown that I saw last night outside was the one that pulled me under the water.” I said as Dean started to clean the wound on my ankle. “What do you mean it was the clown?” Dean asked. “I know what I saw dean. It was the clown. I don’t know how to explain how it all happened.” I said. That when Dean and I both saw what looked like claw marks on my ankle. I let of a gasp. “Looks like the clown got you good kiddo.” Dean said. “Do you think it needs stitches?” I asked. “Afraid so kiddo. Sam come help!” Dean said. Sam rushed in. “She needs stitches Sammy and I just need you to help her keep clam.” Dean said. “It’s that bad?” Sam asked. Dean nodded. “Why don’t you just call cas to heal her. “ Sam said. “Just stitch me up please. I love you all but three grown men all in the bathroom is too much.” I said. Dean nodded and got put a needle. Sam grabbed my hand and I got ready for Dean to stitch me up. “You know the drill kiddo.” Dean said. “Yeah I know.” I said. Dean started to stitch up my wound and I squeezed Sam hand when it really hurt. Seventeen stitches later the wound on my ankle was stitched up completely. Then Dean wrapped up my ankle with gauze. “There you go kiddo. You’re fixed up.” Dean said as he started to put the rest of the stuff back in the first aid kit. “Thanks Dean.” I said. Dean smiled and kissed my head as he got up. Sam picked me up from the bathroom counter and carried me back to my room laying me on my bed. “I could have walked Sammy.” I said. “I know. I just didn’t really want you to just yet.” Sam said. I nodded. “Get some rest it’s the last day of school tomorrow.” Sam said kissing my head and left my room. I got up from my bed and went to turn off my lights. I went back to my bed getting under the covers and fell fast asleep. 

I woke up by myself in the morning. Usually Sam or Dean had to come and wake me up. I got up from my bed and went to get clothes to wear for the day. I wore a tank top and shorts. I decided to wear Vans instead of my boots so it wouldn’t tub against my stitches. I left my room and headed to my bathroom to brush my teeth and brush my hair. Once I was done I went back to my room to grab my bag and my phone. I headed to the kitchen where I was meet with a shocked Sam and Dean. “What?” I asked. “Well you woke on your own. Usually Sam or I have to come to wake you up.” Dean said as I sat down at the table. “Well looks like you didn’t have to today.” I said. “Well it’s the last day of school how do you feel about that y/n?” Sam asked. “Well it’s not like I went to school here for the entire school year. I was only in school for three days.” I said. “Well let’s eat breakfast then get to the school.” Dean said. We ate breakfast then Sam and Dean finished getting ready. We they were done we left the house getting in the Impala and headed to the school. “So are you going to hang out with your friends after school?” Dean asked as we pulled into the school parking lot. “I don’t know. I might want to go back to the house after school.” I said. “Just let us know what you decide to do.” Sam said. I nodded. That’s when I saw a few Derry police cars pull up. I watched as the officers got out of the cars and I saw officers Bowers get out of one of the cars. “Why don’t you go ahead and get inside kiddo.” Dean said never taking his eyes off of officers Bowers. “Ok.” I said grabbing my bag and left the impala and headed inside of the school. 

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Hoy cumple años Julia Roberts 50 años  es una actriz de cine y televisión estadounidense, ganadora del premio Óscar a la mejor actriz, así como de tres Globos de Oro en las categorías de mejor actriz en drama, mejor actriz en comedia o musical y mejor actriz de reparto, un BAFTA a la mejor actriz y un premio del Sindicato de Actores a la mejor actriz protagonista.Conocida por sus intervenciones en películas como Magnolias de acero (1989), Pretty Woman (1990), El informe Pelícano (1993), La boda de mi mejor amigo (1997), Notting Hill(1999), Novia a la fuga (1999) y La gran estafa(2001), se convirtió en la actriz mejor pagada en el año 2000, año en el que protagonizó la película Erin Brockovich y por la que cobró veinte millones de dólares. Es considerada la octava mujer más rica del mundo del entretenimiento, con una fortuna estimada en 170 millones de dólares. En 1999 se convirtió en la primera mujer en ser considerada la intérprete más rentable del año por los distribuidores norteamericanos, gracias a los éxitos de Notting Hill y Novia a la fuga, manteniendo el liderato femenino durante diez años hasta que Sandra Bullock lo consiguió en 2009 gracias a La Propuesta y Un sueño posible. Carrera artística 1988-1999 Después de participar en numerosos proyectos que no tuvieron demasiada repercusión, Julia Roberts tuvo su primera oportunidad con el personaje de Daisy Arujoen la comedia Mystic Pizza (1988), dirigida por Donald Petrie, además de intervenir en uno de los episodios de la serie de gran éxito Miami Vice, donde encarnaba a la esposa de un narcotraficante. Después de esta oportunidad le llegó su primer gran papel con Magnolias de acero (1989) en la que compartía cartel con actrices como Sally Field o Shirley MacLaine, suponiéndole su primer Globo de Oro a la mejor actriz de reparto y su primera candidatura al Óscar en la categoría de Mejor actriz de reparto. Posteriormente encarnó a la prostituta Vivian Ward en la comedia romántica Pretty Woman(1990), que protagonizó junto a Richard Gere. La cinta recaudó algo más de 460 millones de dólares en todo el mundo y por el cual ganó otra vez el premio Globo de Oro, esta vez en la categoría de Mejor actriz de comedia o musical, así como una nueva candidatura al Óscar como mejor actriz.Tras este nuevo éxito en su carrera profesional vendría el primer fracaso de la mano del thriller Línea Mortal (1990) con Kiefer Sutherland y Kevin Bacon; sin embargo volvió a acertar con el drama Durmiendo con su enemigo (1991) en la que interpretaba a una mujer que era maltratada por su marido, sumó 174 millones de dólares en las taquillas de todo el planeta, pero la crítica le dio la espalda. Luego trabajaría con Steven Spielberg, Robin Williams y Dustin Hoffman en Hook (1991) que adaptaba al cine en imagen real y con actores reales el cuento de Peter Pan y donde Julia interpretaba al personaje de campanilla. La cinta no recibió el apoyo de la prensa especializada pero aun así sumó más de 300 millones mundialmente. Más tarde participaría en el thriller El informe pelicano(1993), junto a Denzel Washington, la película se basaba en la novela de John Grisham del mismo nombre; sumó 200 millones en las taquillas. Después de esta película y durante algunos años Roberts encadenó títulos sin demasiada repercusión como Me gustan los líos (1994), con Nick Nolte, este es el film peor valorado de toda su trayectoria; el drama romántico Algo de que hablar (1995) junto a Dennis Quaid o Mary Reilly (1996) por la que fue candidata en los premios Razzie. Participaría en el musical de Woody Allen Todos dicen I Love You (1996) en la que compartió cartel con actores como Drew Barrymore, Edward Norton, Natalie Portman y Goldie Hawn entre otros. Tras una etapa sin grandes proyectos volvió a recuperar el favor del público y la prensa con la comedia La boda de mi Mejor Amigo (1997), junto a Dermot Mulroney, Rupert Everett y Cameron Diaz, en la que daba vida a Julianne Potter una mujer empeñada en destruir la boda de su mejor amigo para así poder casarse con él. Recibió una nueva candidatura al Globo de Oro a la mejor actriz de comedia o musical, obtuvo apoyo de la prensa cinematográfica y recaudó casi 300 millones en las taquillas de todo el mundo. Además la película recibió candidaturas al Globo de Oro a la mejor película comedia o musical y al Óscar a la mejor banda sonora. También ese mismo año estrenó el thriller Conspiración (1997) junto a Mel Gibsony dirigido por Richard Donner. A finales de la década de los 90 cosechó numerosos éxitos como el drama Quédate a mi lado (1998) en la que compartía cartel con Susan Sarandon y Ed Harris y que la que participó como productora ejecutiva; y las comedias románticas Notting Hill (1999) y Novia a la fuga (1999). En Notting Hillinterpretaba a Anna Scott una actriz de cine muy famosa que se enamoraba de un hombre común de Londres, encarnado por Hugh Grant. La película fue alabada por la prensa especializada, sumó más de 360 millones de dólares en las taquillas del planeta y le supuso su cuarta nominación a los Globos de Oro, nuevamente en la categoría de Globo de Oro a la mejor actriz de comedia o musical. Además recibió otras dos candidaturas a dichos premios, incluyendo Globo de Oro a la mejor película comedia o musical.En Novia a la fuga se volvió a reunir con Richard Gere y Héctor Elizondo siete años después de Pretty Woman (1990) consiguiendo un nuevo taquillazo de 310 millones. Gracias a estas dos últimas cintas se convirtió en la primera mujer en ser considerada la más rentable del año por los distribuidores americanos. En ese mismo año participó en La ley y el Orden en su novena temporada en el episodio 20 llamado "Empire" (Imperio), como Katrina Ludlow, amante de la víctima. 2000-2005 Julia protagonizó el drama basado en hechos reales Erin Brockovich (2000) en el que interpreta a una mujer que trataba de investigar las causas de porqué el agua hacía que las personas enfermaran en una pequeña localidad de Estados Unidos. Su interpretación le valió el Óscar a la mejor actriz, el Globo del Oro a la mejor actriz de drama, el BAFTA a la mejor actriz y el Premio del Sindicato de Actores a la mejor actriz protagonista. Por otro lado la película recibió entusiastas comentarios y sumó 256 millones en todo el mundo. Además por su participación en esta película se convirtió en la primera mujer en cobrar veinte millones de dólares, siendo la actriz mejor pagada de la historia. Tras esta interpretación encadenó varios títulos como La Mexicana (2001), en la que compartía cartel con Brad Pitt y en la que apenas aparecían juntos en pantalla; o en un papel secundario en la comedia sobre la vida de los actores en Hollywood titulada La pareja del año (2001) con Catherine Zeta-Jones, John Cusack y Billy Crystal. Participó en el remake, La gran estafa (2001), interpretando a Tess Ocean, la mujer del ladrón Danny Oceanque en la película es encarnado por George Clooney. En ella participaban también actores como Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Andy García y Don Cheadle entre otros. La cinta funcionó crítica y comercialmente con 450 millones de dólares recaudados. Luego intervino en la secuela titulada La Nueva Gran Estafa(2004), a la que se unió Catherine Zeta-Jones. Roberts se tomó un descanso tras su maternidad y volvió al cine con el drama ambientado en los años 50 La sonrisa de Mona Lisa (2004) en la que compartía escenas con Julia Stiles y Kirsten Dunst. También apareció en un papel secundario en el drama Closer (2004) junto a Jude Law, Clive Owen y Natalie Portman, cosechando buenos comentarios por parte de la prensa especializada. Asimismo la cinta recibió dos candidaturas a los Óscar. 2006-Actualidad Roberts prestó su voz a las cintas animadas Ant Bully Bienvenido al hormiguero (2006) y La telaraña de Charlotte (2006), esta última protagonizada por Dakota Fanning. Después vendrían títulos como el drama político Juego de poder (2007) junto a Tom Hanks y Philip Seymour Hoffman, en la que interpretaba a Joanne Herring una dama de la alta sociedad. Por la participación en este film fue nuevamente candidata al Globo de Oro en la categoría de Globo de Oro a la mejor actriz de reparto. Además la película recibió otras cuatro nominaciones incluyendo Globo de Oro a la mejor película comedia o musical.Más tarde llegarían el thriller Duplicity (2009) junto a Clive Owen, en la que interpretaba a una agente de la CIA. Por la participación en este film fue nuevamente candidata al Globo de Oro a la mejor actriz de comedia o musical. Además en la ceremonia 67º de los premios presentó la terna Mejor película - drama. También participó en la comedia romántica coral Día de San Valentín (2010) en la que compartía cartel con actores como Jessica Alba, Bradley Cooper, Ashton Kutcher, Jennifer Garner, Jamie Foxx, Taylor Lautner y Kathy Bates, entre otros. El film fue destrozado por la crítica especializada, pero recaudó 56 millones de dólares en su primer fin de semana convirtiéndose en una de las comedias románticas más taquilleras en el fin de semana de estreno. Julia en 2009 se convirtió en la nueva cara de la exitosa marca Lancôme y luego, en 2012, se transformó en la embajadora mundial de la nueva fragancia de la marca "La vie est belle"creación olfativa de Olivier Polge, Dominique Ropion y Anne Flipo. Respecto a Roberts el Presidente de Lancôme Internacional, Youcef Nabi dijo: "La única persona que puede representar la femineidad de la fragancia y que puede representar a todas las mujeres (por su honestidad) es Julia Roberts". En 2010, fue galardonada con el Premio Donostia en el Festival de Cine de San Sebastián donde se presentó su película Comer, rezar, amar junto a Javier Bardem. La historia narra la peripecia vital y amorosa de Liz Gilbert, una recién divorciada que a pesar de tenerlo todo: Una casa, esposo y éxito en su profesión, se sentía desorientada. Decidida a volver a encontrarse a sí misma, Liz emprenderá un viaje alrededor del mundo. En Italia descubrirá el placer de la comida, en India el poder de la oración y el amor verdadero en Bali. En 2011, ella coprotagonizó como Mercedes Tainot junto a Tom Hanks quien dirigió y desempeñó el papel protagonista en la comedia romántica Larry Crowne. La película ha recibido malas críticas en general, con solo el 35 % de los 175 comentarios de Rotten Tomatoes. Julia Roberts protagoniza la adaptación 2012 Tarsem Singh de Blancanieves, llamada Espejito, espejito, junto a Lily Collins y Armie Hammer entre otros, interpretando a la Reina Malvada. American Girl films: Roberts ha dado vida a algunos de los libros de American Girl, como películas, como productora ejecutiva junto a su hermana Lisa. Julia Roberts ofició de presentadora de la terna Mejor película - drama en la 70.ª edición de los Premios Globos de Oro el 13 de enero de 2013. A comienzos del mes de enero del año 2013 se confirmó a Roberts para protagonizar The Normal Heart película para la cadena de televisión HBO que narra la historia de una doctora parapléjica Emma Brookner (Roberts) que trata a varios de los primeros pacientes con SIDA en la década de los 80 en Nueva York. La película es la adaptación a la gran pantalla del drama ganador de un premio Tony, The Normal Heart. Estará bajo la dirección de Ryan Murphy y co-protagonizada por Mark Ruffalo. Su estreno está previsto para el 2014. Hoy cumple años Joachim Phoenix 43 años es un actor estadounidense, nacido en Puerto Rico. Cuenta con tres nominaciones al Óscar, ha ganado un Globo de Oro, un Grammy, la Copa Volpi en el Festival Internacional de Cine de Venecia y obtuvo el premio a Mejor Actor en el Festival de Cannes. Hoy cumple.años Jami Gertz 52 años es una actrizestadounidense nacida en el 28 de octubre de 1965. Gertz es conocida por sus papeles en las películas The Lost Boys (Los muchachos perdidos en Hispanoamérica, Jóvenes ocultos en España), Quicksilver, Golpe al sueño americano, la serie de televisión de los años 80 Square Pegs con Sarah Jessica Parker y por la sitcom Still Standing con Mark Addy. Gertz debutó en el cine (junto a Tom Cruise) en 1981 en la película romántica Endless Lovey posteriormente apareció en la película adolescente Dieciséis Velas en 1984. Se dio a conocer con su papel protagonista en la película Golpe al sueño americano, interpretando a la amiga de un drogadicto, interpretado por Robert Downey Jr.. También fue protagonista de la película Los muchachos perdidos, donde interpreta a la novia de un vampiro, junto a Kiefer Sutherlandy Jason Patric. Gertz tuvo un papel secundario en el blockbuster de 1996 Twister. Otras películas importantes fueron Los guerreros del sol y Cruce de caminos, ambas de 1986, y Escúchame junto a Kirk Cameron en 1989 . En 1994 apareció en un episodio de Seinfeld, interpretando a una novia de Jerry. Posteriormente interpretó a la Dra. Nina Pomerantz durante la temporada de 1997 de la serie Urgencias. En el año 2002 interpretó a la leyenda de la comedia Gilda Radner en el telefilm Gilda Radner: It's Always Something. También interpretó el papel de Judy Miller en la serie de televisión Still Standing. También le ofrecieron el papel de Monica Geller durante la pre-producción de la serie Friends, pero lo rechazó. Gertz apareció en un episodio de la serie Arnold junto a Andrew Dice Clay. También tuvo un papel recurrente en The Facts of Lifecomo amiga de Blair y compañera de clase. Hoy cumple años Emiliano Brancciari 40 años es un músico y compositor argentino que también posee nacionalidad uruguaya. Es el líder de la banda de rock uruguayo No Te Va Gustar. https://youtu.be/1BipIvBdLU0 Hoy cumpliría años Elsa Lanchester ( 1902 - 1986)fue una actriz británica conocida por su papel en la película La novia de Frankenstein (1935), en la que era la novia del monstruo, y por ser Katie Nanna la niñera a quién Mary Poppins reemplaza en la película Mary Poppins (1964). Durante los años 1940 fue una de las mejores actrices secundarias de la época, destacando sus interpretaciones en algunas películas de Tyrone Power. Estuvo casada con el actor Charles Laughton, apareciendo junto a él en obras de teatro y en films como La vida privada de Enrique VIII, Rembrandt, Bandera Amarilla, Seis destinos, El reloj asesino o Testigo de cargo, película por la cual ambos fueron nominados al Oscar. Falleció en las navidades de 1986 a la edad de 84 años. Hoy cumpliría años Suzy Parker (1932 - 2003)fue una modelo y actrizestadounidense, activa desde 1947 hasta comienzos de la década de 1960. Su carrera en el modelaje alcanzó la cúspide en los años 1950, cuando apareció en la portada de docenas de revistas, anuncios, películas y programas de televisión. Protagonizó diversas campañas publicitarias de Revlon. Fue la primera modelo en ganar 100.000 dólares anuales, y la primera también en posar ante una cámara vistiendo bikini. Ayer cumplió años Simon Le Bon 59 años es un vocalista y compositor británico, más conocido por ser el líder de la exitosa banda Duran Duran.Le Bon fue parte del grupo coral de su ciudad desde pequeño, pero también tomó cursos de teatro. Asistió al Pinner County Grammar School, la misma escuela donde Elton Johnestudió algunos años antes. Apareció algunas veces en comerciales de televisión y en diversas producciones de teatro. Trabajó en un Kibutz israelita una explotación agrícola colectivista al estilo de los koljosessoviéticos en el desierto del Negev en Israelen el año 1978. Posteriormente, regresó a Inglaterra para asistir a la escuela de teatro de la Universidad de Birmingham, antes de integrarse a la nueva banda Duran Duran. Aquel año, Le Bon cortejó a la joven modelo Yasmin Parvaneh. Él había visto su rostro en una revista y llamó a su agencia de moda para declarársele. Se casaron el 27 de diciembre de 1985, y Yasmin Le Bon comenzó una muy longeva carrera como supermodelo, la cual duró más de veinte años. Después de sufrir dos abortos espontáneos, la pareja tuvo tres hijas: Amber Rose Tamara (agosto de 1989), Saffron Sahara (septiembre de 1991) y Tallulah Pine (septiembre de 1994). Duran Duran fue fundada por dos amigos de la infancia, John Taylor y Nick Rhodes; conjuntamente con el cantante/compositor Stephen Duffy en 1978. Pero un año después, Duffy dejó la banda, pensando que no llegarían a ningún lado. Desde entonces, Duran Duran pasó por una serie de cambios de formación, establecieron un guitarrista y un baterista que construyeron un sonido poderoso Pop, con mezclas de Disco, Funk y Música Electrónica, fundamentado en una sección de ritmo de Rock sólido. Todo lo que precisaban era un cantante carismático con una voz distinta. La entonces novia de Le Bon Fiona Kemp (una camarera del bar nocturno Rum Runner, donde Duran Duran estaba ensayando), lo presentó a la banda en mayo de 1980, recomendándolo como un vocalista potencial. Le Bon apareció en una audición usando pantalones de leopardo rosa y llevando consigo un cuaderno de anotaciones con poesías escritas por él. Algunas de ellas se convertirían en temas de los dos primeros álbumes de Duran Duran. Después de escuchar las canciones que la banda tenía compuestas, Simon pensó que tenían una buena combinación. Le Bon concordó en intentar exponer Duran Duran en el verano; en seis semanas, la banda ya estaba tocando entre Birmingham y Londres, en un tour nacional apoyado por Hazel O'Connor, y llegó a un acuerdo de grabación con EMI en diciembre. A partir de aquel momento, Le Bon nunca más continuó su carrera como actor. En 1981, fue lanzado el primer álbum de la banda, Duran Duran, y rápidamente eran famosos por hacer parte del movimiento New Romantic. Tres álbumes sucedieron después de Duran Duran: Río (1982), Seven and the Ragged Tiger (1983) y el disco en vivo Arena(1984). Cada álbum lanzado era acompañado de un pesado desarrollo a medida de un largo tour de concierto. A mediados de 1984, la banda resolvió darse una relajo. El último trabajo de Duran Duran en aquel tiempo fue una aparición en música de caridad Do They Know It's Christmas? de Band Aid. Le Bon formó parte de Arcadia, (grupo formado mientras que Duran Duran descansaba) que tomó un cariz un tanto gótico no solamente en la estética sino también en lo musical. Luego de ese espacio se reintegra a la alineación un tanto menguada de Duran Duran (Andy Taylor se retira y Roger Taylor lo había hecho luego del lanzamiento del disco de Arcadia), dejando el quinteto en trío. Continua su carrera con lanzamientos como "Notorious", y "Big Thing" y en el 90 graban Liberty, que le da un nuevo refrescamiento al grupo. Simon ha realizado algunos trabajos en forma individual para diferentes medios y con diferentes niveles de éxito, mostrando que es un artista con interés de mantenerse activo y haciendo cosas interesantes como el proyecto de la película Synesthesia, película de manga japonesa. https://youtu.be/6Uxc9eFcZyM Ayer se cumplió 4 años de la muerte de Lou Reed (1942 -2013) fue un poeta, cantante, guitarrista y compositor de rock, considerado el padre del rock alternativo, primero como líder del grupo The Velvet Underground y luego en solitario.Enormemente influyente en la cultura popdesde la década de 1960, entre sus discos suelen destacarse Transformer (1972), Berlin(1973), Rock'n'Roll Animal (1976), Live: Take No Prisoners (1978), New York (1989) y, entre sus actuaciones en directo, el concierto ofrecido en el Meltdown Festival en 1998: Perfect Night Live in London. Nacido en Brooklyn, residió habitualmente en Nueva York; ciudad cuya faceta menos amable plasmó en muchas de sus letras. Hizo colaboraciones y contactos con creadores como Andy Warhol y David Bowie. Su original estilo e influencia le generó gran fama entre las vanguardias musicales posteriores, fama a la que no fue ajena su ajetreada vida personal durante sus años de mayor éxito. Sin embargo, Reed fue considerado habitualmente como un músico «de culto», ajeno en parte a las listas de éxitos y el marketing de las multinacionalesdiscográficas. En su época de The Velvet Underground (1964-70) escribió canciones especialmente reconocidas, como "Heroin", "Rock and Roll", "I'm Waiting for the Man" y "Sweet Jane". Su mayor éxito comercial, sin embargo, es una canción posterior: "Walk on the Wild Side" (1972), que dio visibilidad a la prostitución y la transexualidad; una temática que hasta la fecha la música rock no solía abordar. https://youtu.be/yKOQapYcyhE El 26 de octubre cumplió años Keith Urban 50 años es un cantante de música country neozelandésradicado en Australia. Durante cuatro temporadas integró parte del jurado de American Idol. El 25 de junio de 2006, se casó con la actriz australiana Nicole Kidman, a quien había conocido en enero de 2005 durante una cena patrocinada por el gobierno australiano en Los Ángeles (California). Músico, cantante y compositor, el tipo de música que interpreta es música countrycontemporánea, con toques de música pop y rock, pero sin dejar atrás los instrumentos tradicionales de esta música, como el banjo. Empezó a tocar la guitarra a la edad de 6 años. Sus padres eran fanáticos de la cultura estadounidense. Sus intereses por la música country empezaron a aflorar cuando empezó a ganar concursos locales de su pueblo natal y de Nueva Zelanda. Se mudó a Nashville(Tennessee), donde empezó a tocar varias puertas hasta encontrar el éxito. Ganó un premio Grammy en 2006 con su tema You'll Think of Me. En octubre de 2006, ingresó en una clínica de desintoxicación debido a su previamente declarada adicción a la cocaína. Con Nicole Kidman tiene dos hijas: Sunday Rose (7 de julio de 2008) y Faith Margaret (28 de diciembre de 2010, gestada mediante un vientre de alquiler). https://youtu.be/SoIKv3xxuMA

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Report: retail portion of Ben Shaoul's luxury condoplex on Houston and Orchard sells for a whopping $88 million

Developer Ben Shaoul and company have reportedly sold the retail space of its gold-dusted condoplex at 196 Orchard St. — whoa, brace! — for $88.75 million.

That's three retail tenants in total — the Marshalls, the coming-soon CVS and the Equinox on the upper two floors here along Houston between Ludlow and Orchard.

The Real Deal has the story:

The developers behind 196 Orchard Street, Ben Shaoul’s Magnum Management and Michael Miller’s Real Estate Equities Corp., sold the retail portion of the building to the AR Global affiliate New York City REIT, sources told The Real Deal. The sale price is $88.75 million, which makes it the most expensive deal for a retail condo in more than two years.

The price works out to more than $1,475 per square foot.

Back to TRD:

The deal is the most expensive sale of a retail condo since Savanna sold the retail portion of 10 Madison Square west for $97.5 million in the spring of 2017 to TH Real Estate (now Nuveen Real Estate).

This property here previously housed a single row of storefronts, including Ray's Pizza, Bereket and Lobster Joint. As Shaoul told the Times back in 2017, the small businesses that closed were "part of evolution ... You call it gentrification, I call it 'cleaning it up.'"

Shaoul and REEC bought the air rights from Katz's next door to help make this condoplex a reality.

Source: https://evgrieve.com/2019/07/report-retail-portion-of-ben-shaouls.html

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Why We’re in Vermont for the Summer

I thought I’d take a step back and explain why we are suddenly blogging from Vermont instead of Mexico.

Our Vermont History

Friends who knew us when we lived in Mamaroneck, NY (1998-2008) know that during that time, we bought a couple of vacation rental houses in Vermont. We wanted a rural place to escape from the hustle bustle of the NY metro area, and we loved New England, where I lived for much of my childhood.

VT House #1: The Lake House

The first house we bought was meant to be our retirement home, and we nicknamed it “The Lake House.” It’s a six-bedroom chalet nestled on a wooded three-quarters of an acre across the street from 200-acre Lake Rescue, where we keep a dock with boats. The kids and I would escape for half of every summer to decompress in the Green Mountains, go swimming and boating, hike nearby trails, sit around a fire pit making s’mores and singing camp songs, gaze at stars and explore Vermont. We had a Zodiac boat with a motor and used to go tubing. Bob came up for vacation a couple of weeks each summer, and otherwise took Amtrak from NY every Friday for a weekend visit. During the winter, we came up on occasional weekends and some school breaks to ski nearby Okemo. I would XC ski on Lake Rescue.

As soon as the contract was signed on The Lake House, we found ourselves in the vacation rental business, because it came with winter seasonal renters, and that was our plan for paying for it.

VT House #2: The Brook House

We bought the second house, which we call “The Brook House,” a couple of years later because the real estate market was booming, and it seemed like a good investment. The Brook House is a 120-year-old, five-bedroom former chicken coop that backs to a creek and Tiny Pond Recreation Area, 400 acres of state forest that no one seems to know exists. Echo Lake is less than a quarter-mile away. The yard is big and there’s a little country store across the street.

We dubbed it “The College Fund.” Alas, that real estate “boom” turned out to be a bubble when the market tanked. The region is only now recovering, so we still own both houses, though the Brook is on the market. One rental home is quite enough to manage from a distance!

Two Houses Filled With Love

The houses, especially the Lake House, are an integral part of our family story, especially since we moved to Colorado in the middle of the kids’ childhoods, so this region served as an anchor for their lives. We filled the houses with people we loved whenever we could. Family – grandpa and grandmas, aunts and uncles, siblings and cousins – and friends came up to the lake for summer vacations, year after year, creating so many dear memories.

Our friend Marie Laguerre brought her twins Omar and Kayla to attend Farm & Wilderness Barn Day Camp (eight miles up the road, and extraordinary) with my kids, and lived in the house for two weeks with us. I remember Omie would eat nothing but ramen noodles. Marya and Mickey Carter did the same with kids Spencer the bed at the Brook House (and I was so proud of myself for adding plastic covers to the mattresses that summer before their arrival), is now a brilliant athlete attending Harvard!

Cousin Jeanine Troisi came and learned to ski one year; another summer she ran a hilly 5K race along Echo Lake not long after giving up smoking. I was so proud of her! My brother Mike, sister-in-law Paula and their three kids visited; we rode bikes together around the lake with the smallest kids in kiddie seats. My nephew Jake and I kayaked into the middle of the lake to watch the Perseids Meteor Shower. Our friend Valerie Rasmussen, who has since passed away, came to hike and waterfall jump one summer, and to ski one winter.

My dear friends Mary and Sam Wiley brought live lobsters from Newport, RI, and we watched lawbstah races on the front deck of the Lake House before enjoying scrumptious steamed lobsters. I think of her whenever I see those lobster pots, which we still have, just waiting for her next visit. Mary came back another year and used the Brook House as a base while visiting colleges with her son Henry. Or was it Frank? I remember Lex’s stuffed lamb Buggya Guy disappeared during that visit, somewhere between going to car to leave for the Killington Adventure Zone to enjoy the alpine slide and arriving at the mountain. Forever a mystery.

(Above - Hiking the Vista Trail at Echo Lake. Below, the view from the top!)

My cousin Loraine Carapellucci and husband Dave Handley brought their three daughters for a week, and our kids really bonded. I remember we had a merry time on the rope swing of Discovery Island, in the middle of Lake Rescue, giving kids Olympic scores for “poses” before they dropped into the water. Alas, that swing is gone now; the tree from which it hung was brought down in the Great Flood of 2012.

We even hosted a Dominican-American girl from the Bronx named Clarissa Delgado through the Fresh Air Fund, to give her her first nature experience. I remember watching stars with Clarissa, a phenomenal sight for a girl accustomed to bright street lights and no view of the starry sky, and teaching her how to fish. In fact, it seems I spent countless summer hours putting worms on hooks and extricating fish from the same hooks over and over as I taught countless munchkins how to fish off the dock. I failed hopelessly to learn to fly fish, however, despite efforts summer after summer from my friend Eddie Eagan, who was director of the local Chamber of Commerce and taught flyfishing on the side.

I loved running around the lakes, and often woke up early to kayak on the misty lake, alone on 200 acres of calm water save for a couple of loons.

(Misty morning on Lake Rescue)

So many thousands of wonderful memories! When we moved to Colorado in early 2009, we were saddened to realize our Vermont summers were abruptly over. We took a financial hit from the recession that took years to recover from, and couldn’t afford to fly the family across the country. So the houses became vacation rental businesses that I managed from afar, and Bob and I would go back every couple of years to make improvements and do work on them.

We sort of forgot that the Lake House was originally supposed to be our home.  

Reconnecting with Vermont

But this past November, we went up and stayed in the Brook House for five weeks after Bob retired. We took Bob’s mom and sister Beth, and it snowed a good two or three feet during our stay. Bob and I spent an hour every morning in the hot tub on the back deck sipping mimosas and enjoying the sound of the creek while snowflakes gently played with our hair and ice from 13-degree mornings formed little spikes on his beard. My brother Phil, wife Rose and son Philip came for Thanksgiving, and 2.0 (pronounced 2-point-oh, as we like to call Philip the 2nd) sat in the same highchair my kids had sat in as he dropped his pieces of stuffing on the rug. My niece Catherine and her daughter Audrey also came for a few days, and Aud built a snowman in the yard.

And suddenly we remembered that these weren’t just vacation rentals. They were our homes! And even though we had left Colorado behind for the traveling life and sort of felt homeless, we weren’t!

Part-Time VT Residents

So we have decided that we will live in Vermont during the summers. The houses give our kids a place to come to from college that feels like home. They can get summer jobs. They can visit their favorite ice cream place (the Ludlow Coffee Company, formerly Scoops) and eat at their favorite pizza joint (Goodman’s American Pie). They can feel anchored.

(Seward’s in nearby Rutland is another favorite ice cream joint.)

We are working hard, though. Because we are trying to sell the Brook House, Bob and I are spending long hours making improvements – painting the house and some doors, pulling up a rug and refinishing a floor, planting grass and landscaping, buying furniture, and hiring and overseeing workmen. But we’re also going for long bike rides on scenic Route 100, a refreshing opportunity after the challenge of riding in Mexico. We’re hiking the Long/Appalachian Trail, enjoying our favorite ice cream places, trying to visit every bar in the Okemo Valley. We’re running and doing yoga and lifting weights, and hanging out on the Tyson Store chatting with neighbors.

Come October, we will head back south of the border and explore Mexico for the next 9 months. But when Lex gets done with their first year at Champlain College in May, we’ll return to the Green Mountain State and move back into The Lake House for the summer. (Hopefully, the Brook House will be sold and college paid for with the proceeds!)

I relish the opportunity to enjoy the region and explore the Green Mountain State more, without the burden of juggling full-time work, as I did when my kids were young. I look forward to connecting to the community and making friends. And I urge our family and friends to come visit! Because the Lake House has in fact turned into our summer retirement home. And we want to build more memories!

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#pizza #nyc #foodporn #wanderlust (at Ludlow House)

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Victory Lap

Gripping my skateboard while we walk up the steps of the Eltingville Train Station. Waiting for the train as I look over the small little town I grew up running after my dreams in. Coffee from the usual deli - only this time shits different. Way fucking different. Clothes the same. Company the same. But shits different. Were filming a little mini doc and were going from Bepas, taking the train to the ferry, then the ferry into Manhattan. Were out here. I haven't been back to this neighborhood, on this route, since we sold Bepas house. Im mad happy with my boys, but inside it definitely feels mad weird. The last time I was here I was dumped cold blooded, and all my friends said I was crazy and I found myself alone. On this route I wrote a lot of Setting Sail by BACK AND FORTH. Especially Little Bones. Staten Island imagery. Turnstiles, Princes Bay, etc. Forgot how beautiful the ferry is. Just sipping coffee and hanging out. I saw this little kid in a north face  - probably about 8 years old at most with his headphones in. Staring at the water on the deck outside next to us. I walked over to him and asked what he was listening to in his headphones. I noticed he was lost in it. Like I used to get. He said under his breathe, “beats”. That blew my fucking mind. This 8 year old kid WHO WAS BY HIMSELF MIND YOU is riding the ferry and listening to BEATS while he mumbles rhymes. I found that absolutely beautiful and SO complex. SOOOO complex. I told him I worked with Casanova and Albee Al and he started smiling and I told him to keep going and don't ever let anybody tell you shits impossible or stupid. Keep going and give this city we are staring at hell. What a trip. We got into the city and ended up in Times Square. We were burning the streets on skateboards bugging out yelling and having a great time. Out to dinner Colgan said Nipsey got shot 6 times and I froze. That man is my EVERYTHING. The self empowerment to get me up in the morning and shake off losses and the weight of the world comes from his message and music. While on top red step in the middle of Times Square, in the wind, Colgan yells from the bottom that he died from the gunshots. In that moment it felt like all of Times Square became silent and the world stopped turning. The weight of this - Jesus Christ. This changed the course of history and ill never forget that moment. We took the subway back downtown. Walking into the subway there was about 100 people and a man playing a Sax to a reggae ton beat. We walked with our heads hung cause of Nipsey in silence right into this crazy, community of ALL DIFFERENT CULTURES just dancing in the most majestic beautiful way in the subway. We sat there for an hour. It was so bitter sweet as nipseys soul hung over the city. Ill never be able to describe that feeling. It was a simple way the world showed me how people coming together can heal anything.

Yesterday on a run I get an invite to a private event Jesse Malin was holding on the Lower East Side. So again - I brought Rob and Colgan along. We didn't know what this really was - or who will be there, but we went out and im glad we did. What I appreciate the most about these two is on car rides, or walks, or just small talk in general, we talk about business. Trading business advice, or just maybe progression and financial support in general. My old friends used to sit in a Taco Bell parking lot and talking about other people. Now we talk about money. And how to make it. We park and walk up to the door and are greeted with access. I love this building and this place its so sick. The red vibe, the formal Gatsby - like attire and people who linger in the shadows. Cause everything is so dark. Jesse Malin is holding a private show, playing his whole new album plus the hits. I feel SOOOOO fortunate to be invited to this personally. Jakob Dylan is in attendance, Dude from Counting Crows is there. Jesse literally saved my life and pulled me out the mud. I feel like the luckiest punk in the tri state to be thought of. While the Saxaphones and trumpets are BLARING and everybody is dancing, I get a DM from a very very very famous rapper who got me through so much shit. Out of the blue. It says “Call me”. LITERALLY WHILE STARING AT JESSE MALIN. The inception and depths to this makes me want to cry. I am losing my mind. I exit the show im not even supposed to be at in the first place, to call this rapper who I feel like is just my ex girlfriend or somebody playing a joke on me, to call them. I feel like this is a joke. Boom its really him. He wants me to write him a song. Im outside this venue just freaking out internally. We say we’ll talk tomorrow more and get it done. I go back downstairs and enjoy the show. So amped - all three of us - we walk over to St. Marks to get dollar slices. Jesse is the king of NYC in his genre. This rapper is the new 50 Cent who is the king of NYC in HIS genre. How they both collided in that moment almost blew me into the stratosphere. So so grateful and humbled and just happy. All we wanted was dollar slices. We go cop them and just talk about how cool this is. After Colgan suggests we get Citi Bikes to ride around for a little bit. We buy 3 of them shits. As soon as we get on those bitches WE LIIIIIIITTTTTT. Burning through traffic!!!! Swerving and carving. Screaming in peoples faces. Throwing shit. We were fucking bandits on them shits!!!! We rode from St Marks all the way to Times Square. From Times Square all the way back down to the World Trade. World Trade all the way to Battery Park. Battery Park we just dropped the bikes and chilled in silence. Just feeling free and liberated. But not bum ass no job free. The type of free that youre on a life path confident free. I felt invincible. We rode by the water and the mansions. It was a movie. I was so inspiring to one day buy one of them. Wake up go to the kitchen on a Sunday see my family my wife my kids in the kitchen having breakfast, looking out the window drinking my coffee and seeing that view in the summer. Its possible. In this moment I realized we’re on our way and im so happy these fuck boys and fuck girls fucked all the way off because they're all dead beats still doing the same exact played out shit they were doing 4 years ago. From false toxic friendships like that ive learned how to treat people who come into my life now. EVEN IF THEY TALKING CRAZY who the fuck am I to know whats in their heart? To know their intentions? Always encourage and be there for them and to help AND TO KEEP THEIR BUSINESS BETWEEN YOU TWO AND NO ONE ELSE. Every single crazy thing I told my people who discouraged me - I did. But I don't do beef or negativity or issues or bad tension these days. So I wish all of them well, success, and good health. God speed. We went to see our old skate spots by battery park - I remember those days so well. Went up to the Brooklyn Banks and the guard said they'll be open by summer!!!! Skate city lets go!!! We rode all the way back to Ludlow St back to the car and stopped at a Mexican food truck to get burritos. We sat in literal New York city trash and ate them and they were so good. The Citi Bike Bell Bandits tore up the streets with burritos and bells private events dollar pizza soda and coffee. Again - another wonderful inspiring night in Manhattan with the bros. Cant wait for the summer. Cant wait for LIFE in general because my mind is blown and its proven to be full of endless opportunities if we apply the right energy. A 10 minute ride on Citi bikes turned into a 22 mile ride all over the fucking city full of laughs, shit talking, clowning, and beautiful inspiring energy accompanied by proper brotherhood and companionship. 115 collective shit. lets get it. lets sell out this pony show May 17th. 

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