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Evan “Buck” Buckley: Rescuing people for his job vs. Saving someone he loves

This post includes detailed analyses of some of Buck’s rescues for his job versus the saves he’s made for the people he loves.

Please note:  There are only a few of Buck’s rescues included in this post because if all of them were included the list would be too extensive but the saves he’s done for the people he loves are included.

Buck has been a firefighter for more than 5 years and part of his job is to rescue people. He’s rescued people from raging fires, car accidents, people who’ve been stuck in storm drains, victims who’ve tried to commit suicide and people who were in other types of precarious situations. Even though he’s rescued several people, there have been times during a rescue when he’s lost a victim. The thing is whenever Buck rescues someone for his job, it’s very different for him when he’s saving someone that he loves.  While he’s passionate about being a firefighter and rescuing people for a living, his attempts to save the people he loves are far more extreme than when he’s rescuing people at work.

Rescues

In 1x2 “Let Go”, Buck lost his first victim during a rescue.  Devon was hanging on to a rollercoaster that malfunctioned and Bobby sent Buck up to rescue him. While Buck tried his best to get Devon into a harness so that he wouldn’t fall to his death, Devon gave up and let go. The fact that Devon wouldn’t try to grab Buck’s hand to save himself haunted Buck for a long time.  He attended Devon’s funeral and Devon’s sister blamed Buck for her brother’s death.  She eventually apologized to Buck for blaming him but he never really got over that loss. He persevered and continued his job as a firefighter.

In 3x2 “Sink or Swim” while Buck and Christopher were sitting on top of the 136’s ladder truck, Buck saw and heard a woman yelling who needed to be rescued.  He asked Christopher to promise that he wouldn’t move and Christopher stayed put and kept his promise.  Buck rescued more than 20 people from flooded cars, windows and buildings and he led them all to the ladder truck so that they could all wait together to be rescued.  While Buck rescued all of those people, the one person he loved (Christopher) who was also on top of the ladder truck fell off and needed to be saved.

In 3x16 “The One That Got Away” Buck rescued a hearing-impaired woman named Gladys from a fire that was raging in her apartment building.  Since the building couldn’t be accessed from the ground, Buck and Eddie went to the rooftop of the building next door and jumped on top of the apartment building that was on fire.  Eddie handled the ropes while Buck rappelled down the side of the building so that he could enter Gladys’ apartment through the window.  He broke through the glass, entered her apartment, strapped Gladys into the harness and they started to rappel down the side of the building but the rope caught on fire causing them to fall on top of the inflated air cushion.  Buck rescued her.

In 4x5 “Buck Begins”, during a warehouse fire, Buck asked the team he was with to leave so that he could go and rescue a victim who couldn’t be located.   Hen said it was ok but Captain Mehta was the incident commander and he told Buck to evacuate.  Buck kept going and eventually found Sale’ (sp?) who was trapped in an area surrounded by fire. When they tried to escape, they couldn’t because the exits were blocked.  Sale’ became trapped underneath a heavy piece of equipment and Buck tried to lift it.  The rest of the 118 entered and saved Buck and helped him rescue Sale’. Buck and the 118 rescued Sale’.

Saves

Maddie

In 2x13 “Fight or Flight”, Maddie had been kidnapped by her estranged husband, Doug after he spent weeks stalking her and Chimney.  He didn’t reveal his identity to Chimney when they met so Chimney had no idea who he was but when Doug came to Maddie’s apartment, he stabbed Chimney and proceeded towards the apartment.  After he kidnapped her, he took her all over the state of California to keep people off their trail.  Buck was living with Maddie at the time and when he arrived at her apartment, Chimney was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.  Buck put pressure on his wound and called 9-1-1 but while he was on the phone with them, Chimney started mumbling about Maddie. That caused Buck to go to her apartment to search for her only to find out that she was gone.  At the time, Buck only knew some of the things Doug did to Maddie but he knew enough to know he was dangerous; therefore Buck wanted to locate Maddie as quickly as possible.  Buck stole Chimney’s phone and illegally accessed the information on it.  After Athena found out what he’d done, she put her job on the line to help Buck locate Maddie.  He asked Athena while they were driving around, “What do you think we’re going to find when we get there? I mean he said he would kill Maddie and he almost killed Chimney so…”. Athena assured him that his sister was not the same person Doug remembered because she learned how to fight and defend herself and Athena was right. Buck was still worried about her because he didn’t want to find her dead.  He was panicked at the fact that his sister had to fight for her own life and he’d never seen her like that before.  She always hid the bruises from him when they were in Pennsylvania. Maddie had to fight her husband to stay alive and ultimately she ended up killing him.  Buck arrived for the aftermath of Maddie and Doug’s fight to the death but he was there for his sister and he helped save her from the cold and snowy area Doug had taken her to.

Christopher

In 3x1 “Kids Today”, 3x2 “Sink or Swim” and 3x3 “The Searchers” Buck and Christopher were caught in a Tsunami.  Buck saved Christopher from the raging waters and placed both Christopher and himself on top of 136’s ladder truck. They played games and talked while they waited to be located by rescuers but Buck heard a woman yelling for help which caused him to go into firefighter rescue mode. He asked Christopher to promise that he wouldn’t move from the spot he was sitting in and Christopher promised. Buck started rescuing people from buildings, cars and those who swam to the ladder truck for safety.  After he rescued several people, Buck continued to care for Christopher by playing more games and shielding him from the dead bodies that started floating down the street.  When the Tsunami wave started to go back out to the ocean, it caused the ladder truck to shift and Buck screamed for everyone on top of the ladder truck to hold on.  Some people fell off the truck so Buck tried to help as many of them as he could.  Christopher fell off the truck too when it shifted while Buck was helping others and they got separated.  Buck was completely distraught over the fact that Christopher was lost.  He jumped off the truck and searched the streets trying to find Christopher all day long.  When nighttime fell, Buck went to the VA hospital and was directed to the morgue.  He called Maddie to tell her that he lost Christopher and she told him he needed to tell Eddie.  Buck didn’t know Eddie was at the VA hospital too providing medical care to patients.  Buck tried to hide but he and Eddie crossed paths anyway.  Buck owned up to his responsibilities and explained everything to Eddie.  A few seconds passed but a woman who had been caring for Christopher since he and Buck got separated appeared from the mail truck the rest of the 118 brought to the VA and Eddie saw them.  He called out to Christopher and Christopher yelled “Dad”.   Buck was in shock as he watched Eddie hug and kiss Christopher. Bobby saw Buck looking in their direction and asked him if they were ok.  Buck replied “We’re great!” right before he collapsed into Hen’s, Chimney’s and Bobby’s arms.  Even though Buck and Christopher got separated, Christopher was still saved by Buck because he fought to save him from the raging Tsunami waters and he never gave up searching for him.  Also Eddie told Buck the next day, “You saved him. That’s how he remembers it” after he brought Christopher back to Buck to let him know he still trusted him with his son.

Eddie  

A sniper shot Eddie right in front of Buck in 4x13 “Suspicion” which caused Eddie’s blood to be splattered all over Buck’s face and clothes.  After Buck realized what happened and he saw Eddie fall to the ground, he went into a catatonic state of shock.  He couldn’t move as he watched Eddie bleed out on the street.  Captain Mehta had to literally tackle Buck to get him on the ground and out of the line of gunfire. Buck’s eyes found Eddie’s eyes and they had one of their silent conversations.  In 4x14 “Survivors”, once Buck was able to get himself out of being in shock, he army crawled underneath the 133’s ladder truck to save Eddie. He pulled Eddie underneath the truck, picked him up and put him inside of the ladder truck.  Once they left the scene Buck started providing Eddie with medial care by ripping open his shirt, pulling open the gauze with his teeth and placing the gauze on Eddie’s open bullet wound.  He talked to Eddie the entire time trying to keep him awake. Eddie asked Buck “Are you hurt?” and Buck said, “No, no, no I’m good, Eddie”. He kept talking but Eddie couldn’t stay awake any longer and he feel unconscious right after he looked into Buck’s eyes and silently said ‘I love you’.  The 133 arrived at the hospital and Buck screamed for the hospital’s emergency team to come on so they could get to and treat Eddie.  When they wheeled Eddie into the hospital, Buck returned to a state of shock as Captain Mehta asked him if he was ok.  He answered “no”.  Buck saved Eddie’s life that day but Buck was emotionally distraught too because he had just watched the love of his life get shot and he couldn’t comprehend what happened. After he exited the hospital, his number one concern was getting to Christopher so that he could tell him what happened.  He did his best not to cry but after he read the text from Bobby about Eddie’s status, he lost it and cried in front of Christopher.  They supported and comforted each other.  Buck didn’t know at the time that he was Christopher’s legal guardian but he stepped into the role anyway.  He stayed with Christopher at Eddie’s house and when he had to go to work, Carla would care for Chris. Buck thinks of Christopher like he is his son and Eddie means the world to Buck. They can’t live without each other so Buck probably wouldn’t have been able to go on if Eddie had died.

Maddie is Buck’s sister and she raised him. He loves her and he was completely distraught when he realized Doug had taken her.  Christopher is like a son to Buck and he would do anything to protect him and that was the case long before Buck was told by Eddie that he would be Christopher’s legal guardian in the event of Eddie’s death.  Eddie is the love of Buck’s life and one of his biggest fears is that he will lose Eddie.  He can’t live without him and he doesn’t want to raise Christopher alone.  Buck has almost lost Eddie too many times in the past and now he just wants to keep him, Christopher and Maddie safe. The difference between the rescues Buck does for his job when compared to the saves he’s done for the people he loves is simple.  Buck willingly helps the people he rescues at work because that’s his job and while he doesn’t want any of them to die, he’s learned over the years that everyone can’t be rescued.  However, when he saves someone he loves like Maddie, Christopher and Eddie, it’s completely different because he would have given his own life to save all three of them. In Christopher’s case, while they were in the Tsunami, he almost did die.  He wanted to die in Eddie’s place and he told him that he thought it would have been better for him (Christopher) if he was the one who got shot.  Buck loves his sister, he loves Christopher and treats him like a son and Buck is in love with Eddie; therefore these people are his family and he would do anything to save them including die to ensure that they don’t.  

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Los Gatos Man Charged After Police Find Illegal Weapons, Racist Manifesto Detailing Shooting Plot

Wesley Charles Martines

A Los Gatos man was charged earlier this week with possession of assault weapons, multiple silencers, drugs and the makings of a pipe bomb after Campbell police found him prowling outside of a business and discovered the arsenal and a racist manifesto detailing a shooting plot in his vehicle.

32-year-old Los Gatos resident Wesley Charles Martines was arraigned on multiple felonies Tuesday in the Hall of Justice. A judge remanded him on $300,000 bail.

According to the Santa Clara District Attorney’s Office, bullets inscribed with such phrases as “Cop Killer,” along with a handwritten manifesto saying he wanted to wipe out the Black, Hispanic and Jewish populations were found in his vehicle.

Just after midnight last Friday, July 9, Farukh Mamedov, owner of Revv Auto Sales at 60 E. Sunnyoaks Avenue in Campbell, called Campbell police to report a man seen on a security camera app, prowling in the used car lot, who was looking into cars and a storage shed.

“So the guy came in, he lifted up the cover off the car, and then he went out back and started searching for things, he’s kind of just prowling around,” said Mamedov.

Officers responded to the scene, but Martines had left. Officers spotted the truck a short time later, and stopped Martines.

“So his demeanor throughout the interaction, I would describe as calm. He was not confrontational with us. However, on our initial approach during the traffic stop, the fill-in officer observed one of the AR-15 style assault rifles out in the passenger seat,” said Campbell Police Captain Ian White.

Inside the vehicle, they found the weapons, including two AR-style rifles, which are illegal in California. Officers also found a Glock 9 mm handgun and ammunition that was personally inscribed with such sayings as “Cop Killer,” “To a widow from the Grim Reaper” and “A Good Start.” Police additionally discovered body armor, heroin, methamphetamine and a pipe bomb filled with pellets, but no explosive material inside.

“Great reporting by a witness, and a really heads up spot by our officers. A great stop and great investigation. Lives were saved. Inevitably lives were saved,” said White.

“Good thing I was up, I was able to call it in. Think we prevented a tragedy from happening,” said Mamedov.

The Santa Clara County Sheriff’s Office Bomb Squad assisted in making sure the explosive device was inactive.

A journal found by authorities contained racist and anti-Semitic writings, along with details of a plan to go to a sporting goods store dressed as an employee and tie everybody up.

With assistance from the DA’s Office, Campbell Police obtained high bail, search warrants and served a gun violence restraining order (GVRO) on the suspect to seize his weapons.

“This resident is a hero for contacting the police. Campbell police did an outstanding job by responding immediately, and stopping this guy,” said Santa Clara County District Attorney Jeff Rosen.

Rosen noted that investigators were still trying to determine a motive behind what Martines was apparently planning.

“We don’t know at this point, what was driving this person to have these thoughts, and to want to commit these terrible crimes. We’ll hold him accountable, and hopefully get him the help that he needs if, if that’s appropriate,” said Rosen.

If convicted, Martines faces up to 5 years and 4 months in prison. His next court appearance is July 21.

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Monday, May 3, 2021

Global coronavirus cases are surging, driven by India and South America (NYT) The number of new daily cases has exceeded 800,000 for more than a week. The spike is largely driven by the outbreak in India, which now accounts for more than 40 percent of the world’s new cases. The U.S. plans to halt travel for non-U.S. citizens from India starting Tuesday. Vaccines in India are running short, hospitals are swamped and cremation grounds are burning thousands of bodies every day. Health experts and political analysts say that Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s overconfidence and domineering leadership style bear a huge share of the responsibility for the crisis. Meanwhile, Indians living abroad are frantically seeking to help sick relatives. Much of South America is also faring poorly. Uruguay, Paraguay, Brazil, Peru, Argentina and Colombia all rank among the 20 nations with the highest number of Covid deaths per capita.

Elderly statesman? (NYT) Arnold Schwarzenegger left the California governor’s mansion 10 years ago. He is a more popular political figure today than when he was elected. Over the past year, the former Republican governor, now 73, has been in demand, embracing an unlikely role that he describes as “elderly statesman.” He’s made public service announcements on hand washing, raised millions of dollars for protective health gear and is now being sought out for guidance on the Republican-led effort to oust Gov. Gavin Newsom, the same mechanism that led to Schwarzenegger’s election in 2003. “When you leave office, you realize—well, I realized—that I just couldn’t cut it off like that,” he said in a three-hour interview.

Looming showdown as Michigan governor orders Canadian pipeline shut down (Washington Post) For Michigan’s governor, the 645-mile pipeline jeopardizes the Great Lakes. For Canada’s natural resources minister, its continued operation is “nonnegotiable.” The clash over Calgary-based Enbridge’s Line 5, which carries up to 540,000 barrels of crude oil and natural gas liquids across Michigan and under the Great Lakes each day, is placing stress on U.S.-Canada ties. In a move applauded by environmentalists and Indigenous groups on both sides of the border, Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer (D) in November ordered the firm to shut down the nearly 70-year-old lines by May 12. Canadian officials, including Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, have appealed to their American counterparts, including President Biden, Secretary of State Antony Blinken and Energy Secretary Jennifer Granholm for help. Joe Comartin, Canada’s consul general in Detroit, said a shutdown would have “significant” impacts on both sides of the border. He predicted effects ranging from months-long propane shortages to higher costs for consumers to fuels being carried by rail, truck or boat—methods that he said are less emissions-friendly and more dangerous than a pipeline. One “irritant,” he said, is “the claim from the state that they are doing this to protect the Great Lakes, that they’re more interested in protecting the Great Lakes than we in Canada are. Basically, we reject that completely.”

NYC Eyes Reopening (Bloomberg) New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio said yesterday the city would aim to fully reopen July 1, lifting restrictions on restaurants, gyms, and all other businesses. A return to normal would mark a symbolic moment for both New Yorkers and the country—America's most populous city was a global epicenter early in the pandemic, registering an average of 800 deaths per day last April. The city is averaging roughly 1,700 new cases per day, down 70% since January, reporting about 30 deaths per day.

Kissinger warns of ‘colossal’ dangers in US-China tensions (AFP) Acclaimed diplomat Henry Kissinger said Friday that US-China tensions threaten to engulf the entire world and could lead to an Armageddon-like clash between the two military and technology giants. The 97-year-old former US secretary of state, who as an advisor to president Richard Nixon crafted the 1971 unfreezing of relations between Washington and Beijing, said the mix of economic, military and technological strengths of the two superpowers carried more risks than the Cold War with the Soviet Union. Strains with China are “the biggest problem for America, the biggest problem for the world,” Kissinger told the McCain Institute’s Sedona Forum on global issues. “Because if we can’t solve that, then the risk is that all over the world a kind of cold war will develop between China and the United States.” While nuclear weapons were already large enough to damage the entire globe during the Cold War, he said advances in nuclear technology and artificial intelligence—where China and the United States are both leaders—have multiplied the doomsday threat. “For the first time in human history, humanity has the capacity to extinguish itself in a finite period of time,” Kissinger said.

Thousands march in Colombia in fourth day of protests against tax plan (Reuters) Thousands of Colombians took to the streets on Saturday for International Workers’ Day marches and protests against a government tax reform proposal, in a fourth day of demonstrations that have resulted in at least four deaths. Unions and other groups kicked off marches on Wednesday to demand the government of President Ivan Duque withdraw the reform proposal, which originally leveled sales tax on public services and some food. Cali, the country’s third-largest city, has seen the most vociferous marches, some looting and at least three deaths connected to the demonstrations.

Europe’s economy shrinks amid slow vaccine rollouts and lockdowns (Washington Post) With swaths of Europe still under lockdown restrictions and facing a stuttering vaccination rollout, the region’s economy slid into a double-dip recession in the first quarter of the year, in contrast to a rosy outlook in the United States. The European economy shrank by 0.6 percent in the first quarter of the year, according to data released Friday. The U.S. economy grew by 1.6 percent over the same period, amid massive federal stimulus spending and a speedy vaccination rollout. Export-dependent Germany, which had already been heading toward recession before the pandemic as manufacturing dropped off, saw its economy shrink by 1.7 percent, the most in Europe. The economies of Spain, Italy and Portugal also contracted. Much of Europe is battling a third wave of coronavirus infections. Germany has a nighttime curfew in place in 15 of its 16 states, and shopping requires booking appointments and getting a negative test.

Dozens of German police injured in May Day riots (AP) At least 93 police officers were injured and 354 protesters were detained after traditional May Day rallies in Berlin turned violent, Berlin’s top security official said Sunday. More than 20 different rallies took place in the German capital on Saturday and the vast majority of them were peaceful. However, a leftist march of 8,000 people through the city’s Neukoelln and Kreuzberg neighborhood, which has often seen clashes in past decades, turned violent. Protesters threw bottles and rocks at officers, and burned garbage containers and wooden pallets in the streets. There’s a nightly curfew in most parts of Germany currently because of the high number of coronavirus infections. But political protests and religious gatherings are exempt from the curfew.

Big Myanmar protests aim to ‘shake the world’; seven killed (Reuters) Myanmar security forces opened fire on some of the biggest protests against military rule in days, killing at least seven people on Sunday, media reported, three months after a coup plunged the country into crisis. The protests, after a spell of dwindling crowds and what appeared to be more restraint by the security forces, were coordinated with demonstrations in Myanmar communities around the world to mark what organisers called “the global Myanmar spring revolution”. Streams of demonstrators, some led by Buddhist monks, made their way through cities and towns including the commercial hub of Yangon. The protests are only one of the problems the generals have brought on with their Feb. 1 ouster of the elected government. Wars with ethnic minority insurgents in remote frontier regions in the north and east have intensified significantly over the past three months, displacing tens of thousands of civilians, according to U.N. estimates. In some places, civilians with crude weapons have battled security forces while in central areas military and government facilities that have been secure for generations have been hit by rocket attacks and a wave of small, unexplained blasts.

Vaccinated faithful throng Jerusalem church for Holy Fire (AP) Hundreds of Christian worshippers made use of Israel’s easing of coronavirus restrictions Saturday, packing a Jerusalem church revered as the site of Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection for an ancient fire ceremony a day before Orthodox Easter. The faithful gathered at The Church of the Holy Sepulchre, waiting for clergymen to emerge with the Holy Fire from the Edicule, a chamber built on the site where Christians believe Jesus was buried and rose from the dead after being crucified. As bells rang and the top clerics from different Orthodox denominations appeared, the worshippers scrambled to light their candles and pass the fire on. Within a minute, the imposing walls of the old church glowed.

Israel asks whether autonomy of the ultra-Orthodox contributed to the deadly stampede (Washington Post) Israel’s ultra-Orthodox residents exist in a world within the world, citizens of Israel but pledging their allegiance, attention and obedience instead to their rabbis and God. In isolated enclaves, they are exempt from the military draft, outside the national school system and—in apartments usually without Internet or television—largely oblivious to the surrounding culture. Now, this shocked country is asking whether that self-segregation—and the secular politicians who have enabled it for decades—is responsible for the worst civilian catastrophe in Israel’s history, the trampling death of 45 ultra-Orthodox men and boys at a massively overcrowded religious festival in the early hours of the morning Friday. The ultra-Orthodox, or Haredim as they are known in Israel, follow some of the most conservative tenets in Judaism and have a lifestyle based on the Jewish culture that evolved hundreds of years ago in the communities of Eastern Europe. Since Israel’s founding, state leaders have sought preserve this culture after much of it was devastated during World War II.      When more than 100,000 members of the Haredim convened for a boisterous annual festival at an ancient rabbi’s tomb on Mount Meron, they overflowed a narrow, sloped compound known to both government and religious leaders as a potentially dangerous setting. Sunday, as the final victims were being buried and flags around the country flew at half-mast in a national day of mourning, multiple investigations were getting underway that will target police planning, local regulators, site managers and national ministries with responsibility for oversight. Already, journalists and whistleblowers have unearthed a shocking paper trail of warnings ignored, recommendations overruled and absent supervision. Officials have been called to account for meetings in recent weeks in which specific recommendations from health and safety authorities were overruled at the behest of Haredi groups.

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Food Trucks: From Fad to Fixture

America's most recent food rage truly isn't so new. Simply return to your youth summers when the main thing that could separate ball games or pool parties other than a mother's voice was the sweet alarm call of the frozen yogurt truck folding into your neighborhood taco food truck .

Take that picture - aside from supplant kids with business experts and change out the frozen yogurt man for a gourmet cook - and you have food trucks, going to a city close you...if they haven't showed up as of now.

Experiencing childhood in Morocco, Yassir Raouli probably never heard a frozen yogurt truck's tune. Yet, in the wake of attempting different endeavors in New York City - tending to tables, overseeing night clubs and opening a web based attire shop - Raouli concocted a thought, Bistro Truck, that could convey him to retirement.

"I did research, and I needed to begin a café. I generally needed to have my own place," he says. "What appeared well and good was the food truck."

On the off chance that you actually haven't got on, the food truck is actually what it says it is. A whole café, from the kitchen to the sales register, is independent in a truck or van. Food truck proprietors, who regularly serve as the culinary experts, drive their cafés to the individuals as opposed to letting the individuals come to them. From that point you begin to see contrasts.

There are food trucks that cook just to the lunch group, and others to just the supper surge; some do both. Various food trucks are itinerant, posting a week's-worth of areas on destinations, for example, Twitter and Facebook and making them dependent on their clients' Internet keen to direct them to their present areas. Others, similar to Raouli's activity, are stopped day by day at a similar spot in a similar neighborhood.

It's the accentuation put on the nature of food that characterizes the current flood of food trucks. Beside the admired frozen yogurt man, individuals have been eating road food in the United States for quite a long time - at wiener trucks in Chicago or rascal remains in Boston. However, throughout the most recent couple of years clients the nation over have had the joy of heap gastronomic alternatives. Los Angeles has a legitimate taco truck (Takosher). Kronic Krave Grill serves South American arepas four days every week in downtown Austin, Texas. What's more, of course, in Portland, Ore., proprietors pushed the quite sensitive cutoff with Kim Jong Grillin', a Korean BBQ food truck named after the dubious North Korean tyrant.

"I think we sort of changed it," Raouli says of Bistro Truck's menu, whose every day specials highlight things like chilled watermelon soup, kofta kebabs and strawberry panna cotta. "We were one of the first to offer gourmet food."

Regardless of whether Raouli led the gourmet food truck insurgency might be doubtful, yet the accomplishment of his Bistro Truck is unquestionably not. In late August 2010, on the one-year commemoration of its opening, Bistro Truck was named one of five finalists for New York City's yearly Vendy Awards, a food truck rivalry whose particular name misrepresents the serious earnestness of the occasion.

Bistro Truck's selection should give the business some genuinely necessary reputation that can counterbalance the hindrances confronting food trucks. For instance, at conventional cafés any accident can be alleviated by a pastry or mixed drink on the house. Food truck proprietors, in any case, are frequently restricted to an early introduction. Supporters get in line, request their food, make the installment, get their food and go. There's so brief period for connection with the clients that the merchant must nail the experience to guarantee rehash business and positive informal.

Then again, there is the benefit of closeness. "We cook everything before individuals, so we have a one-on-one collaboration with a client - better than what we would have at a café," Raouli says.

That is the specific explanation Fares "Freddy" Zeidaies - three-time Vendy finalist and the champ of the current year's Vendy Cup - got into the business. He has the experience of already possessing a physical eatery, one that produced strong business however left him unfulfilled.

"I concluded I would not like to do it any longer," Zeidaies says. "It was awful. It was not me. What I need is to be around the individuals, not simply around the kitchen."

So almost nine years prior Zeidaies rethought himself as "The King of Falafel and Shawarma." He began paying rent to a stopping meter as opposed to a proprietor. Zeidaies loyally stations his King of Falafel food truck at a similar crossing point in the Astoria people group of Queens, serving Middle Eastern cooking. Zeidaies is unquestionably more happy with his road activity. "I love it when they offer me that go-ahead," he says, however he additionally alerts conventional restaurateurs from gullibly getting into the food truck business.

Inquired as to whether customary eatery aptitudes mean food trucks, Zeidaies says not really. "I thought it was so comparable, yet not presently," he says. "I once had a decent full head of hair; I was solid. Presently I have an awful knee and I'm drained by the day's end. At a café, in the event that you would prefer not to go in, you have workers or an administrator who can dominate. You can call an office and they'll send you a sous gourmet expert. Yet, not at a road café."

Furthermore, the underlying test of finding a parking space in any case, food truck sellers must arrangement with the common components. "You need to get out in the blistering climate, the chilly climate," Zeidaies proceeds, which may clarify why food trucks are blasting in atmosphere well disposed spots like Southern California.

The components are just aspect of the troubles. Gay Hughes, proprietor of the Original Mobile Tea Truck, which advanced around suburbia of Boston for quite a long time, really sold her truck in May 2010 and now works an effective extended Mobile Tea Shoppe, a stand she sets up at ranchers' business sectors and art shows.

About working the truck, Hughes says, "Every town had its own muddled arrangement of legalities. I frequently set up at the National Park destinations since it was simpler managing the Federal government than the neighborhood organizations - that should state everything." Hughes likewise noticed the strenuous physical requests of the activity. "All the all over, bowing and lifting...Frankly, it was very hard on my body."

There are additionally those restricted living arrangements to battle with. "You have around eight feet [of space], and every individual needs to man a station," Zeidaies says, clarifying that his truck has one individual managing the flame broil, one cooking the rice, another setting up the sauces and a fourth individual covering the everything else (the sales register, packing the food, and so on.). Restricted space additionally influences the underlying prep work.

"With a truck, you need to discover leaving, and afterward you need to prepare all your food once you arrive," Bistro Truck's Raouli says. "It takes about an hour to 90 minutes after you discover your spot."

The image Zeidaies and Raouli paint may drive away intrigued restaurateurs. Or then again, quite possibly, they need to restrict their opposition, since the two of them concur that food trucks, in contrast to other brief crazes, will stay a solid, but unusual, presence in the eatery business.

"The food truck business, on the off chance that you do it well, you will effective," Raouli says. "We live in a city where you have intense pundits, and individuals' desires are high. The best will be here for quite a while and the most fragile will be gone before they know it."

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[sirkkasnow]

01 Let Trouble Come To You

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06/30/13 Sunday

Stan registered three things as he stepped out into the heavy summer sunshine:

First, there was an old square-sided station wagon smashed nose first into the side of the Shack.

Second, Ford had just wrenched open the driver’s door.

Third, the occupant of the wagon, a well-dressed woman, looked up – disoriented but conscious – eyes flicking to his twin, then to him.

Son of a bitch, thought Stan, pushing himself into a jog across the lawn. He hadn’t made it halfway before the woman in the wagon clapped both hands over her startled mouth and burst into tears. Ford winced, backing off with the penlight he’d been waving in her face. Stan put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and drew him back another step, leaning in.

“Hey. Hey, ma’am, you okay in there?”

He got a shaky nod that did nothing to interrupt a series of faint jagged sobs, the kind of tears you got when you were trying very hard not to cry. The driver curled in on herself, knees tucked up, a ball of misery he had no idea how to unravel.

Mabel popped out of the nearest door and skidded to a halt in open-mouthed surprise. Stan pointed her way. “Mabel! Pumpkin, go get a box of tissues and a cold washcloth, all right? Ford, what the hell?”

“I have no idea! I heard it just when you did. I was in the lab – “

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“ – testing the new safety features I just installed on the magnet gun.” Ford looked over his shoulder in dawning horror. “Which must have pulled this victim of circumstance right into the house.” Mabel was already back, dashing to the driver’s side with tissues and washcloth in hand. Her bright voice rang out in greeting and got a muffled response.

“Sweet Moses, Ford, you’ve done it this time.” Stan pulled himself upright with a sigh, doing the mental math and eyeing the damage to the Shack’s shingling. The wagon had definitely gotten the worst of it, he decided with a twinge of relief. He noted a few details – Colorado plates, occupied bike rack, the clutter of an extended road trip jammed into the rear compartment. “Ma’am?”

The woman in the wagon had uncurled a bit, finally, pressing the washcloth to her face. She lowered it to reveal fine, sharp features, grey eyes pink at the edges. “Clary,” she said, thick-voiced, then cleared her throat. “Clary Merrick.”

Mabel was patting Clary’s knee. “She says she’s okay! Clary, these are my grunkles, you’ve met Ford and that’s Stan. Welcome to the Mystery Shack! I’m really sorry about all of this!” Her eyes tracked over to Ford, who was looking guiltier by the second.

“It’s all good, Mabel. Just an accident, right? We’ll get a tow truck out here for this poor unfortunate – “

“I’ll take care of it,” said Ford.

Stan bit back a laugh. “You, fix this mess?”

“I’ve figured out a few alien vehicles in my time – “

“You kiddin’ me?”

Stan turned away from the car, tugging Ford along with him. “You do see what kinda shape this thing is in, right? This was somewhere between vintage and decrepit before it got friendly with the Shack. I can probably get it runnin’ again, but unless you have an engine-repair gun hiding in that lab of yours, that’s gonna take time.”

“Stanley. This is my fault.” The corners of Ford’s eyes crinkled with distress and Stan swore internally.

“Look. Fine. We can let her stay here for the night and I’ll take a look in the mornin’, but you’re gonna modify that magnet gun to iron out body panels or we won’t get too far.” Behind them, a heavy click marked the release of the seat belt.

“A tow truck would be fine. I’d really hate to impose.” Clary stepped unsteadily out of the station wagon, pushing out behind her with a careless hand to close the door with a firm thunk.

The four of them watched as the S from the Shack sign wobbled, skittered with increasing speed down the roof and thudded with a deep crunch square into the center of the crumpled hood. A last hiss of steam welled, faded and died.

Clary laid a hand over her brow, drew a long, steadying breath and turned away. “I’d be happy to take you up on a spare room for the night. Thank you so much.”

Their guest – Stan had to keep reminding himself, guest and not expensive, potentially litigious annoyance – pulled a small overnight bag out of the back seat and trailed after the family to the house, pausing to swap phone contacts with Mabel on the way. Waddles trotted by to check out Clary’s ankles, prompting exclamations and explanations on the way inside. He couldn’t blame the lady. Few people expected to be accosted by a pet pig.

Clary spent five minutes in the washroom and emerged looking…polished. Eyes clear, tear blotching gone, hair tucked smoothly away into its twist. The jaunty little silk neckerchief wrapped snugly twice and knotted at her neck had been set straight. Her glance drifted across Stan’s without really sticking and she offered a careful smile, tagging along with Mabel for what sounded like a house tour.

Stan recruited Dipper as an assistant. Clearing the spare room went fairly quickly, boxes of old merchandise stacked off to one side. He fished out a marker and tagged a few for later discount – some of this stuff had to be six years out of date by now, not quite old enough for a retro sale.

“ – and here is your room! Which is now almost completely clear of terrifying cursed artifacts and where you are guaranteed to have a great night’s sleep!” Mabel burst through the door and tossed a heap of pillows on the almost-inflated air mattress, ignoring Dipper’s hey! of protest as he labored away at the foot pump.

Clary stuck her head in, then leaned through the doorframe just enough to drop off a pile of blankets, linens and a large stuffed blue whale. “The whale’s on loan,” she said, when Stan shot her a flat look of disbelief.

“We’ll make the bed,” Mabel sang. “You two go get acquainted!” She nudged Dipper aside and took over foot-pump duties with enthusiasm.

“Uh – yeah, I guess we’ll see you guys in a couple minutes?” Dipper scooped up the sheets. “We’ve got this.”

Stan found himself ejected into the hallway. Clary blinked up at him, expression softened by maybe a quarter smile. “Mabel is a force of nature.”

“You said it. C’mon, sounds like you already got a pretty good look at the joint.” Stan tipped a thumb over at the connecting door. “I don’t suppose you’ve ever been to the Mystery Shack before?”

“I’ve never been to Oregon before, but I know the name, at least. Saw a bumper sticker – “

“Ha!” Clary rocked back on her heels in surprise. “Hear that, Ford?” Stan yelled in the general direction of the kitchen. “Those bumper stickers were a good investment! And Sixer says they’re too ‘plain’ and ‘graphically simplistic’ and ‘don’t even have an address on them Stanley how is anyone supposed to find the place’ to attract customers.”

“Well, they are graphically simplistic!” Ford leaned over to call back through the kitchen doorway. “I don’t know how she found the place, let alone thought ‘What is the Mystery Shack’ was compelling.”

“No, no, I liked it. Very minimalist. What’s the point of advertising the Mystery Shack if there isn’t a little mystery to solve on the way? Besides,” her voice dropped into a barely-audible rumble, “I’d say it was the magnet gun that was really compelling.”

She’d said that in perfect deadpan, and Stan’s grin went wide. “I like you, Clary. How about I give you a tour sometime tomorrow, regular price.”

That got him a doubtful sidelong frown, and Stan laughed. “We’ll eat in like half an hour. Feel free to unpack or get interrogated by Mabel or whatever. Congratulations, you’re the most interestin’ thing to have happened here all summer.”

Twenty minutes later Ford had managed to pad out dinner with some odds and ends from the freezer. They swiped a kitchen chair to wedge in at the dining table. Clary now sported a Mabel scarf pinned across her chest, anchoring a dishtowel-wrapped bundle of what had to be frozen peas at her left shoulder. Stan reckoned she was anticipating a bruise from the seat belt. Smart. Mabel, bless her, led in with loud enthusiasm about the pleasures of summer in Gravity Falls, and a round of questions followed as he loaded up his plate.

“I’m a lawyer,” Clary said into a still moment. “I specialize in federal tax work.”

He hadn’t been tuned in to the conversation, but that particular combination of phrases was enough to both douse Stan’s nerves in ice water and trigger a regrettable reflex. He set an elbow on the table, leaned in, and said: “What’s the difference between a lady lawyer and a pitbull?”

Clary’s focus snapped to him. Stan raised an eyebrow.

The professional mask didn’t slip, but there was a spark of hot defiance at the back of her eyes. “Lipstick. Why did New Jersey get all the toxic waste and California get all the lawyers?”

Stan almost laughed – apparently there was something human in there after all. “Jersey got to pick first. What’s the difference between a dead skunk in the road and a dead lawyer in the road?”

“Skid marks in front of the skunk. What’s the difference between a lawyer and a boxing referee?” Clary relaxed with an arm draped along the back of her chair, looking at him with her chin cocked the slightest bit in challenge. Mabel had both hands over her mouth, stifling a giggle; Ford and Dipper both looked like they wanted to dive for cover.

“A boxin’ referee doesn’t get paid more for a longer fight.” He’d pinned down the accent now – she sounded like Ford, faint traces of a mid-Atlantic cadence all but buffed off by too much damn education. Not Southern enough for Virginia, so – “You’re a long way from home, Maryland.”

“Could say the same for you, Jersey,” she fired back, lips quirked, aware that she’d had the easier lift. “Long Branch?”

Shit, she had him within thirty miles. Stan rolled with it, slung her a finger-gun and a wink. “Close. Baltimore?”

Clary rolled her eyes in return. “There’s not much else in Maryland, but close enough, hon.”

That took some of the starch out, and the discussion relaxed a little. Clary chatted museums with Mabel and Dipper, displaying all the trademark enthusiasm of a hopeless nerd, which was probably going to make dinner even more exhausting than usual for the next few days.

Stan lobbed an occasional joke at Clary for the rest of the meal. She swatted them back with the easy contempt of a bored tennis pro. He was going to have to do some research, because she definitely knew more lousy lawyer cracks than he did.

They left the dishes for later. Ford perched atop the skull side table, Mabel made herself at home on one arm of Stan’s recliner, and Dipper helped pile up a mountain of pillows for himself and Clary. “Are you all caught up on Ducktective?” he asked as Stan got the TV going and started skimming through channels.

“Never seen it, I’m afraid.”

“You’ve never seen it?! Oh my gosh, there is so much going on this week! Listen up, I’ll explain the basics!” Dipper plopped onto a pillow next to Clary and managed to keep it more or less to a whisper, going squeaky as he got to the really good bits.

The whole room went tense and silent for that week’s reveal, then exploded in groans as Mabel waved a dismissive hand at the screen. “Oh, come on! DipDop called that twist like a month ago.”

Dipper puffed out his bony chest. “Well, Mabel, once you’ve seen real weird, mere fiction gets a lot easier to predict.”

“Uh huh. Those real dishes aren’t gonna do themselves.” Stan headed Dipper off at the pass with a brief glare of warning and hauled himself upright. “Clary, you mind helpin’ me round all that up?”

Ford gently shooed the kids up to bed as Stan and Clary cleared the table and headed for the kitchen. She tossed the bag of peas back into the freezer and headed over to join Stan at the sink, taking up a dishtowel, accepting clean glasses and swiping them dry as he passed them over. “That was an adventure.”

“There’s a ton to catch up on, there. Last season was pretty good. You gotta laptop or somethin’?”

“Mmhm. Not sure how much time I’ll have to spare for binge watching, though. What’s your read on the car?”

“Need to have a look under the hood for that. At least a couple days, and honestly, maybe a little more.” Stan watched her lips compress from the corner of one eye. “That thing’s a classic, if you wanna put it charitably.”

“You’re being charitable. I did have – “ Clary smiled briefly up at Ford as he joined them to start on put-away duty. “I did have some work done on it before I left just to make sure it wouldn’t break down. The plan was for a pretty long trip. Not that it matters much at this point.”

“What’s a girl from Maryland doing out in Oregon with a Colorado license plate?”

“I inherited the car. I’m driving to Seattle to scatter my mother’s ashes in the Pacific.”

And damn, what a way to kill a line of inquiry. She handed a dry plate off to Ford, who put it in the appropriate cupboard, looking a little lost. For a good thirty seconds it was nothing but running water and the clink of china.

“So – does the timin’ matter? We could get you on a bus, hook you up with a rental?” Stan was running the mental math again, and yeah, like it or not this one was going to be on him and his brother. Well, dammit.

“She’s dead, Stan, no one’s in a hurry. Least of all me.” A tiny, bitter twist pulled at one corner of her mouth, but she looked up to Ford and her tone was sincere. “Listen. This was an accident, I get it. A very weird accident. I was already planning to make a sort of travel holiday of this, and I’ve got no issue staying in Gravity Falls for a little while – I’ve got the bike and plenty to read. Can you recommend a hotel? A B&B maybe?”

Yes! thought Stan, then No! as Ford opened his mouth and started playing gracious host, of all things. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Clary. I know it’s crowded, but we already have a room set aside for you, and at the very least I can promise you won’t be bored. You’d be right at the center of activity here! I can suggest some hikes, we have lots of games, there’s the lake and the Shack itself of course. You should be able to reach almost anything with that bicycle.”

Stan did his level best to make please, no, come on already faces at Ford over Clary’s head, which was difficult because she was so damned tall. The twins only had about three inches on her. Ford was either missing the signals or being deliberately oblivious. Stan mentally wagered on the latter.

“I’m tempted,” Clary said carefully.

“Please, just sleep on it. I know it’s been a difficult day, and again, I’m so sorry to have put you in this predicament.” Ford lightly plucked the last glass from her fingers and reached up to set it into its place. “We’ll check on both the car and your shoulder.”

For a moment Clary’s lashes dipped down and her fingers twisted into the dishtowel. “All right. You’re very generous, Ford, Stan, thank you. We can go over it in the morning. I’m afraid you’re right, it’s been one hell of a day and I should get some rest. Good night, gentlemen.”

“Good night, Clary.”

“G’night.” Stan dropped a couple of ice cubes into a glass and lifted it in dismissive salute as she headed out towards the repurposed storage room, then gave Ford his very best ‘What the hell, Sixer’ look. What he got back was wide-eyed mock innocence and a shrug.

“Seriously?” Stan said, letting his brow smack lightly into the freezer door.

“I owe her,” Ford said with as much dignity as he could muster. “And it seems to me that she could use the company.”

Stan tapped his head against the freezer twice more before straightening with a groan.

“You were getting bored anyway.” Ford spared Stan a knowing glance.

“I have not been that bored.”

“You were bored enough to take another shot at Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons last week.”

“Yeah, that ended in flames. Let’s hope this doesn’t.”

“She’s interesting, that’s for certain! Perhaps we can make a few minor upgrades to the engine before we send her out again….”

“Ford. Do not.”

It was too late, of course, it had been too late well before Ford had voiced the idea, and he was already jotting notes in his spare pad as Stan watched him wander down the hallway. He’d be up until two in the morning, as usual.

Stan topped off his glass with water and shuffled off towards his own room. Bored. Pfft.

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Clary is talking to the others at the table, and you think you catch something about her doing federal tax law stuff. Yikes.

Crack a lousy lady driver joke.

Crack a lousy cryptid joke.

Crack a lousy lawyer joke.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this LA Times story:

California’s lawsuits have targeted the administration’s policies on immigration, healthcare and education. But nowhere has the legal battle had a greater impact than on Trump’s agenda of dismantling Obama-era environmental and public health regulations.

In its rush to delay, repeal and rewrite rules it considers unduly burdensome to industry, the administration has experienced significant setbacks in court. Federal judges have sided with California and environmental groups in cases concerning air pollution, pesticides and the royalties that the government receives from companies that extract oil, gas and coal from public land.

California says it has filed 49 lawsuits against the administration over a variety of issues. Of those, at least 24 are challenges to policies put forward by the Environmental Protection Agency, Interior Department and other agencies responsible for setting energy and fuel efficiency standards for products such as ceiling fans and cars.

The state has prevailed so far in 15 of the environmental regulatory suits it filed or joined. That includes 10 that have been decided and five instances in which the Trump administration backed down before a judge could make a decision, clearing the way for regulations in areas such as worker safety and polluting diesel-engine trucks that the administration had previously contested.

The state’s tally also includes one case in which the outcome was mixed. A federal judge ruled that the administration had to consider damage to the environment before lifting an Obama-era moratorium on coal sales on public land. But the court did not go as far as California had wanted by halting sales entirely.

The Trump administration is appealing several of those decisions. The other nine of the state’s environmental cases are still pending.

The administration’s early losses stem from a variety of problems, including moving too quickly to change regulations, ignoring procedural rules and failing to present evidence to support its position, according to California officials and legal experts.

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[kenzieam]

Druid - Chapter One

Rating: M (smut, language, violence, mature themes, potential major character death)

Genre: Drama/Angst

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Alright.... here’s another Bucky AU with my OFC, Levi.

Bucky is the President of the Druids MC and Levi is back in town to take care of her dying father. They meet through mutual friends and Bucky is immediately (still) taken with the girl he secretly fantasized about in high school, but he’s an outlaw biker and she has a life halfway across the country, will Bucky have a chance to make her his???

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Some of you might recognize parallels to other stories of mine, like “The Reaper and the Vixen” and “It’s Time” but this is my blog lol and if I want to borrow, I will.

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LEV

Nothing had changed, not that I expected it to. Small towns don’t grow, they just endure.  

I left home ten years ago, last visited almost three years ago, but it’s like I’ve only been gone a week. I’m sure that Tony’s Diner down at the corner still has the same faded papers taped to the glass, advertising Gerald Sampson’s old ‘78 Ford truck for sale (runs like a top, uh huh) and the same tired request for a part-time waitress; especially if Tony’s wife Pepper is still there, she runs the diner with an iron fist and military precision (that somehow never extends to updating the posters), a humorous contrast to Tony’s almost chronic easy-going nature. He'd rather spend his time tinkering in his workshop than anywhere else, while Pepper oversees the breakfast specials.

I still wouldn’t have come back, to this quiet little corner of northern California, if it wasn’t for my Dad. He did not bad after Mom died, slowing down and sitting back, but now he’s gotten sick. I try to be optimistic, but he isn’t, he’s ready to be back with Mom and I can’t help but let this color my view of the town as I drive through it. Everything’s darker, sombre, stuck.

I’ve taken the long way around, for whatever reason, and can’t help but crane my neck as I pass Panhead Joe’s, a local bar. I tended to avoid this side of town when I lived here, but I knew even as a kid that it was a biker bar; still, I’m not prepared for the array of Harley’s parked outside, even though it’s only late afternoon.  

A few bikers mill around, leaning on the railing outside the bar or against bikes. There seems to be a common theme amongst them, all are wearing black leather vests with a large patch across the shoulders. I’ve seen enough Sons of Anarchy to know what this means, and while it flutters in the back of my mind that there’s always been an MC in town, it never really dawned on me as a child what that meant. We’d lived on the opposite end of town, where huge trees shaded the yards and streets, and people still sat out on their covered porches at night while the neighborhood children organized street-wide hide and seek or games of tag.  

A tall blonde draws my attention but I look away, pressing the gas a little harder when he looks up to meet my gaze. There’s something familiar about him, even with his black t-shirt, jeans and leather vest.  

Steve? Steve Rogers, the head jock of our small but spirited sports program? I would have assumed he’d left long ago, on an athletic scholarship or something, but here he is, leaning against a chromed-up Harley. He frowns at me, stuck in the same ‘who’s that?’ moment and I stare straight ahead, hoping he doesn’t recognize me and start spreading the word. Although I didn’t leave town on bad terms, I still left and, I plan to again, sooner rather than later.  

The streets grow softer and more familiar and too soon, I’m turning into the driveway of my childhood home. A charming Craftsman, I used to love sitting on the verandah out front, holding court with my eclectic mix of barbies and ninja turtles and while a swell of nostalgia hits me, so does sorrow. I haven’t asked Dad what he plans on doing with the house, or anything else... after, but I’m going to need to soon.  

The car ticks as I turn it off, it’s been a long drive from Houston, where I’ve lived since leaving here. My back cracks as I stand and I stretch backwards with a groan, feeling the skin pull on the back of my right shoulder. Chap just finished my newest tattoo before I left and it’s still tender under the bandage.  

What started as a source of income while I was in school soon turned into my chosen career and, while I finished my classes, my degree sits gathering dust while I happily work at Sweetheart Ink, popular tattoo artist and body piercer with a large client base waiting on me to return. Needless to say, it was hard to tell who was more surprised at my abrupt career detour, my parents or me, but I haven’t regretted it.

“Levi.” Dad’s voice is a far cry from the deep baritone I remember from childhood, and he’s lost weight too. A sharp stab of reality hits me, this is real. Dad is dying and I didn’t really sink in until seeing him just now.  

I stand there like installation art for a minute, like a skipping record until Dad grabs me in a tight hug. “Good to see you, Bug.”  

I choke a “Hi, Dad,” in return, and hear his soft, rueful chuckle in return.

“That bad, huh?”

“No! I, uh...”

“It’s okay, Bug; I might look like shit but I don’t feel too bad, just tired. Glad you could stay for a while.” He’s so casual about it that I almost start crying and he tightens his arms around me. “It’s good to see you honey, don’t cry.”

I nod, sniffling hard and straighten, pulling away and suppressing a shudder at the bones I felt poking through my Dad’s sallow skin. He hasn’t really elaborated about what’s making him sick beyond its terminal, non-contagious and he’s decided to just live what time he has left rather than trying any treatments. He didn’t even tell me he was sick until a few weeks ago, keeping it hidden and passing off his weakened voice as mere tiredness. He’s already made all the arrangements for his funeral, but he’s always been practical and organized and it’s a small comfort to know he’s going out the way he chooses to. Mom’s death was sudden and unexpected, a hidden intersection and missed stop sign; Dad’s will be the opposite.

“Come in, Bug; I haven’t started anything for supper yet, I was wondering if you wanted to order a pizza or something.”

“Popo’s delivers now?” They never did before, they didn’t need to, people came from miles around for their pizzas.

“Popo’s is closed.” Dad replies and, at my strangled exclamation, nods in understanding. That was one of my favorite hang-outs as a student, me and the rest of the high school. “Old Popo retired to Florida, last I heard.”

“Huh, what’s left then?”

“There’s a couple to choose from.” Dad taps a mess of menus taped to the fridge as he walks into the kitchen and I stare blankly at them.  

“Oh, hey. I ran into your old friend... Nat? She was asking about you and I said you were coming up for a while, she left her number to call if you want.”

Well that makes sense. Why I saw Steve Rogers still in town, he and Nat were hot and heavy in high school; looks like they’ve stayed together. Shit, they’re probably married by now, maybe a couple kids. I never stayed in contact after I left.  

My stomach growls, interrupting my musings and I turn my attention back to the menus before settling on a place and grabbing the phone.  

Two hours later, Dad’s nodding asleep in his armchair and I’m fidgeting nervously. I’m keyed up and restless, not yet ready to try and sleep.

“Go out and have some fun, Bug.” Dad mumbles, startling me out of my thoughts. He stands slowly, shuffling over to me and patting my shoulder. “I’ll be fine, I’m heading to bed. Go on.”

I’m hesitant, chewing on my lip before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

“You want money for the movies?” He teases and I laugh, shaking my head.  

“Maybe call up Nat,” he throws over his shoulder as he leaves the room and I frown thoughtfully. It’s not late by any stretch, maybe we could meet up for a drink or something. Surely they have Uber here if I get tipsy. I reach for my cell.

“Hello?” The voice at the other end is familiar, but tentative. I hear muffled music in the background, loud voices; at least I didn’t wake her up.  

“Hi, Nat? It’s Levi.”

“Levi?! Oh my god, hi! Your dad said you were coming up, are you here now?” She’s all excited energy, practically humming over the line and I feel my spirits lifting.

“Yeah, just got in this afternoon.”

“You want to meet up?”  

“Uh... yeah, sure. Where at?”  

“I’m down at Panhead’s now, come on over!”

“Panhead’s? The biker bar?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you a biker?”

She laughs. “No, my husband is. You’ll be safe; come on girl, hurry up!”

…........ “Okay, give me a half-hour.”  

“Sure, I’m so excited!” She hangs up mid-squeal and I stare at my phone for a long moment before standing and walking to my room. What does one wear to a biker bar? Jeans probably, tank top? I quickly clean up and dress, pulling on my cropped jacket and pushing my feet into the only boots I own, ones I tossed in the car almost as an afterthought yesterday as I was leaving.  

I poke my head into Dad’s room, but he’s already asleep. I write a quick note and leave it on his bedside table then leave.

It doesn’t take long to reach Panhead’s, and I park nearby, clearing my throat nervously as more than one head swivels my way in sudden interest.

“Levi?! You look amazing!” Nat all but shrieks, appearing from the front door and rushing at me. I’m engulfed in a tight hug that wraps me in her yummy, familiar perfume, stuff she’s rocked since high school. Can’t mess with a classic. She pushes me away far enough to look me up and down and grins widely. She’s grown up, but still looks the same; beautiful reddish hair and sweet smile, she probably still gets ID’d. It takes a moment for me to register this and then a tall figure is towering beside her. I notice vaguely that all the interested onlookers have looked away, as if scared.

“Levi, you remember my husband, Steve?”

Holy shit, yes. The very man I saw outside this bar earlier, dressed in a black biker vest and leaning against a bike. Wait...

“Hi Levi, welcome back.” Steve’s voice is rough and deep, but still kind. He always was a sweetie, even in school when most boys are preoccupied with showing off and whistling at girls. It takes a moment for my eyes to register the patches on his vest. V. President on the right side, Captain on the other; I look over to Nat, see she’s wearing a similar vest.

“Wait, you’re in a motorcycle club?” I should have realized sooner, but I’m a little slow sometimes.  

Nat smiles and turns, showing me the Property of Captain patch across her back. She turns back, smiling and Steve pulls her closer with one massive arm, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, Steve’s the VP of the Druids.”

“The Druids?” Oh yeah, the club that hung around town. They never really blipped on my radar as a child, none of my family were a part of it, so I never really paid attention to them. “Oh, wow.”

Nat giggles at me. “Steve got involved with them after high school and loved it.” She reaches for me. “C’mon, the guys are nice.” I let her pull me along, one arm slung over my shoulder and try to relax.  

The bar is rocking, music loud and voices even louder. The crowd parts as Steve walks through, holding Nat’s hand and I’m still trying to reconcile the Steve in front of me with the boy I knew in high school. Steve’s hair is crew-cut short, and stubble darkens his cheeks, but other than that, he looks rather tame for a biker, but I catch the sight of ink on his biceps, and crawling up his neck.  

There’re more leather-clad men seated at the table Steve brings us to with women scattered about as well, either perched on chair arms or directly on laps. Nat pushes me to sit in the booth then Steve sits beside me, pulling Nat into his lap.  

I’m introduced to the table and recognize a few faces. Another pal from high school, Wanda, is seated on the lap of a man named Hawkeye, and is wearing his patch, but none of the other women are and Nat leans over and murmurs that they’re club girls, unattached and available to all the men. She and Wanda are the only ol’ ladies here tonight.  

The big surprise is the man directly across from me. A blond is preening in his lap and his hand rests on her bare thigh, but he’s too busy talking with others at the table to speak to her. Steve introduced him as Cannon, and his patch says President. It takes a second, but I finally recognize him, and understand my surprise.  

“Bucky?” I gasp, then clap my mouth shut, blushing. Fortunately, only he and Steve heard me and Steve starts laughing, slapping his mitt on the table. “Sorry.” I choke, face burning.  

Bucky smiles at me, softening the harsh lines on his face. He’s big now, as thick and powerful as Steve, maybe even more so and the fluffy hair I remember from high school is shoulder length, his cheeks dark with stubble. But the clear, deep blue eyes are the same.  

We didn’t hang out in high school, but Bucky stood out to me because he and Steve were best friends, but seemed exact opposites. While Steve was gregarious and sweet, Bucky was silent and brooding. Steve was All-American blond, Bucky was dark. Steve was the jock, Bucky the shadow. I know he took a bunch of shop mechanic classes while I labored away in the college prep courses and yeah, if I’m going to be honest, I may have had a tiny bit of a crush on him too. I never acted on it though, and to be honest again, he’s hardly entered my thoughts since I’d left. The last place I expected to see him again was at a biker bar, and the President, no less.  

“Hey, Levi. How you been?” His voice is soft and deep, a hint of growl.

“Good,” I reply, relieved my voice sounds strong, even though I’m still on edge. While nobody at the table has been rude to me, there’s still a powerful vibe to them that I attribute to their club status. You don’t become part of an MC by being a pansy. Nat’s words echo in my mind, ‘you’ll be safe, the guys are nice’. Yeah sure, as long as you weren’t an enemy.

“What have you been up to all these years?” Wanda speaks now, leaning forwards. The blond man, Hawkeye, wraps a hand casually on her hip for support then turns his head to talk with another man. He seems used to Wanda’s squirming.

“I uh...” I pause, surely they don’t want the boring history of my life? “I live in Houston, work as a tattooist and body piercer.”

“I thought you went to University there?” Bucky asks and I pause again. What? Was he keeping tabs on me in high school?

“Yeah, but I got into body mod for extra cash and loved it, so I went into it instead.”

Hawkeye has turned his attention back to our conversation and hoots, slapping Bucky on one massive shoulder. “Hey! You gotta get one now, no excuses, Prez!” Wanda and Nat simultaneously roll their eyes and I sense this is an old argument.

“Get what now?”  

The faintest flush colors Bucky’s cheeks and he looks away as Hawkeye chirps merrily. “A dick piercing! I keep telling him it’s worth it, I-” He breaks off as Wanda swats at his head with a giggle and I can’t help a snort of laughter. Alright, if they’re going to trot out this particular horse, I’ll take it for a ride too.

“I don’t know,” I pretend to think. “Not every guy has the right anatomy for one-” this causes an explosion of laughter and good-natured ribbing and Bucky throws me an amused glance.

“You wanna check, doll?” He rasps, raising a brow.

Well, I walked into that one. “Not every guy can handle the pain.” And I keep right on digging myself deeper.  

“Don’t worry doll, I like a little pain.”  

Alright then. Time to double down. “Well, I brought my kit if you want to try?”

The guys explode, roaring with mirth and I lean back as Nat giggles in my ear. “You’re such a tease, Levi. You were so quiet in school, what happened?”

I shrug, I hardly know myself. I’ve certainly never discussed dick piercings like this before.

Bucky leans across the table and winks at me. “Whenever you’re up for it, dollface.”

Wow.  

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint, loud voices interrupt my reply and everyone at the table swivels their head to the door. There’re sounds of a brief struggle, then a few dull thuds that register to my slow brain as punches, then cheers. I look back at the table to see the men have relaxed again, but I don’t miss that each one has a hand in their vest, as if reaching for a weapon. A booming voice interrupts my musing.

“And who is this delectable beauty?” I look up in stunned silence to the speaker. ‘Delectable beauty’? Me? A towering blond man pulls a chair over, turning it backwards and sitting at the table, reaching across Steve and Nat to offer me his hand. His grin is wide and infectious and I still can’t get over his height, Jesus, he’s got a few inches on Steve even. I remember his question, and lean over to take it.

“Hi, I’m Levi.”

“Levi,” his faint accent does amazing things to my name. “I’m Hammer.”  

I glance belatedly at his vest. He’s the Sergeant-at-Arms, that explains the size and his bouncer act. “Was Thor already taken?” I blurt, going instantly red.

He seems unperturbed, even grinning wider. “That’s my given name, my lady; I’ll answer to both.”

The table roars again, but I catch a faint scowl cross Bucky’s face, huh?

[thew0rldinside]

4wd To The Rescue

As the owner of a four-wheel drive truck since I was 16, I have seen the great benefits of a four-wheel drive system. I have lived in places such as Idaho where the extra traction saved me from being stuck plenty of times. I also spent a considerable amount of time off-road and have been saved in sand, mud, and water thanks to my four-wheel drive.

In today’s world, car sales are going down every year. More and more people are buying trucks and SUVs. There is even now an national 4WD association https://www.4wdnow.com/! How sweet is that? Many car companies are taking their focus away from sedans, coupes, and compacts and focusing on crossovers, SUVs, and trucks of all sizes. Many of these SUVs and trucks offer a four-wheel drive option or all-wheel drive option. Many people buy these cars with these capabilities and even use them regularly without really understanding how they operate.

The idea of four-wheel drive has been around for a very long time already. The idea hasn’t changed much but modern technology has made it even more convenient than ever. These new four-wheel drive systems are incredibly capable and extremely easy to use. Let’s dive a little further into how these systems work.

Transfer Case

Have you ever wondered what the difference was between four-wheel drive and all-wheel drive? The main difference is that all-wheel drive operates using a center differential and the four-wheel drive uses a transfer case. They both operate using many similar components, but they work very differently. Both of these components are responsible for the sending of power to both the front and rear differentials.

Originally when you wanted to shift your vehicle into four-wheel drive, you had a floor-mounted shift lever that you moved in order to engage four-wheel drive. It was also common for you to have to exit your vehicle and manually lock your hubs. Nowadays, almost all manufacturers use a dash-mounted button to switch to four-wheel drive. When the four-wheel drive button is pressed, it will send a signal to a four-wheel drive control module that will activate an electric motor. This motor moves a shift fork which will engage and disengage the four-wheel drive.

Four-Wheel Drive Technology

One great feature in most four-wheel drive vehicles is called “Auto 4wd”. This essentially allows for the vehicle to operate as four-wheel drive and all-wheel drive. The clutch in your transfer case is what makes this possible. When driving in four-wheel drive mode, more power will be applied to the clutch than in four-wheel drive auto mode. Four-wheel drive auto mode will allow for you to turn sharply without experiencing drive-line bind-up. While you are driving in auto four-wheel drive your vehicle will quickly respond to changing road conditions. This is all possible through wheel speed sensors in each wheel. This system also improves fuel economy as four-wheel drive is only engaged when it is needed.

Below is an excellent video which explains how Jeep’s Selec-Trac 2 system works. You will see a demonstration of how 2wd, 4wd auto, and 4wd low work.

Four-Wheel Drive Ranges

Most modern four-wheel drive vehicles are capable of operating in multiple ranges. The standard range is 2wd drive Hi. This is how you drive your vehicle around normally. Your vehicle will drive as a normal rear-wheel drive. This is helpful to get ideal gas mileage and to prevent excessive driveline strain.

There is also a 4wd Hi range. This will supply power to both the front and rear differentials. In this high range, power will come from the transmission and go straight to the rear output shaft at a 1:1 ratio. The chain in the transfer case will send the same power to the front output shafts since both the top and lower drive sprockets are the same.

You will generally have a 4wd Low option as well. This supplies power to both the front and rear differentials much like the 4wd Hi range does. The main difference is that this uses very low gear ratios in order to send maximum torque and limited speed.

Some vehicles even offer a 2wd drive mode but not many do. This uses the same low gearing as 4wd low but only sends this power to the rear wheels. Many people like this for towing heavy loads. As this mode is very rarely used, it is uncommon to see it in vehicles.

Transfer Case Diagnosis

Now that you’ve learned a little about four-wheel drive systems let’s learn a little about repairing four-wheel drive systems. Your transfer case is the heart of your four-wheel drive. If 4wd isn’t engaging, your transfer case very well could be the culprit. To check to see if your transfer case is engaging or not, lift the vehicle in the air so that all of the tires are off the ground. Then engage four-wheel drive and press the gas. If only one of the drive-shafts rotates then the problem is with the transfer case.

There are really only two things that could be wrong with the transfer case. Either it has a broken electric motor that engages the transfer case or there is a broken/worn component inside of the transfer case.

Listen to your transfer case while someone tries to engage it. If it sounds like it’s trying to engage but isn’t or if you don’t hear anything at all, the problem is likely your electric motor. It very likely could be having electrical issues or have failed. If the system sounds like it is engaging normally but isn’t then it is likely something inside has failed. This could be a worn fork, stripped gears, or worn clutch disks.

Power to All Wheels

Four-wheel drive really is an amazing thing. It allows for amazing things to happen. Four-wheel drive technology continues to improve each and every year. As time goes on four-wheel drive and all-wheel drive systems are starting to blend into one as well. The more you know about your four-wheel drive system, the better you will be able to diagnose and repair it.

If you live in and around the bay area in California, by far the best truck repair mechanics in my experience are the guys at A-1 Auto Tech, Inc.

[newstfionline]

Headlines: Friday, September 25, 2020

Tea prices (WSJ) The price of wholesale tea is up 50 percent since March, hitting $3.16 per kilogram, up from $2.13 per kilogram back in March. We’re still not at the $3.29 per kilogram demanded in October 2017, but the price hike is showing little sign of stopping. Every day 3.7 billion cups of tea are consumed, with half the U.S. population consuming tea daily, most of whom like it iced. Tea production is down in major producers like Sri Lanka and India.

California Plans to Ban Sales of New Gas-Powered Cars in 15 Years (NYT) California plans to ban the sale of new gasoline-powered cars statewide by 2035, Gov. Gavin Newsom said Wednesday, in a sweeping move aimed at accelerating the state’s efforts to combat global warming amid a deadly and record-breaking wildfire season. In an executive order, Governor Newsom directed California’s regulators to develop a plan that would require automakers to sell steadily more zero-emissions passenger vehicles in the state, such as battery-powered or hydrogen-powered cars and pickup trucks, until they make up 100 percent of new auto sales in just 15 years. Ramping up sales of emissions-free vehicles in California will be an enormous challenge over a relatively short period of time, experts said. Last year, only 8 percent of the nearly two million passenger vehicles sold statewide were battery-electric or plug-in hybrid vehicles. The order would affect only new-vehicle sales, the governor’s office said. It would not prevent Californians from owning cars with internal combustion engines past 2035 or selling them on the used-vehicle market.

Venezuela’s broken oil industry is spewing crude into the Caribbean Sea (Washington Post) The sun had risen over the Caribbean Sea when Frank González spotted “the stain”—an oil slick on the water that stretched for miles. “The sea looked like butter, because of the thickness of the water,” said González, a fisherman who saw the spill this month while working off the coast of Venezuela’s Falcón state. “It was painful to see.” Venezuela’s once powerful oil industry is literally falling apart, with years of mismanagement, corruption, falling prices and a U.S. embargo imposed last year bringing aging infrastructure to the brink of collapse. As the government scrambles to repair and restart its fuel-processing capacity, analysts are warning that ruptured pipelines, rusting tankers and rickety refineries are contributing to a mounting ecological disaster in this failing socialist state. Oil workers say the gushing crude soiling the coast of Falcón state this month came from a cracked underwater pipeline linked to attempts to restart fuel production at the aging Cardón refinery. Not far from the oil slick, fishermen say, is a jetting geyser of natural gas from a second broken pipeline.

France tightens virus measures, unveils new ‘danger zones’ map (Reuters) France’s health minister unveiled a map of coronavirus “danger zones” around the country on Wednesday and gave the hardest-hit local authorities, including that of Marseille, days to tighten restrictions or risk having a state of health emergency declared there. Olivier Veran told a news conference the country would be divided into zones by alert level with Marseille, the second-largest city, and the French Caribbean island of Guadeloupe for now the only two areas put on the “maximum” alert level. Like other European countries where the infection rate has soared in the past month, France has been gradually tightening limits on public and private gatherings locally, hoping it will be enough to contain the disease and avoid a second national lockdown. Among other measures, there will be a ban on public gatherings of more than 10 people and, in “maximum” alert level areas like Marseille, bars and restaurants will be closed from Saturday.

Protests Reignite After News of Secret Belarus Inauguration (Foreign Policy) Longtime Belarusian President Aleksandr Lukashenko was sworn in to extend his 26-year rule at a secret ceremony in Minsk on Wednesday, emphasizing the embattled leader’s shrinking authority and increasingly precarious hold on power. No prior announcement was made regarding the ceremony, prompting thousands of protesters to flood the streets of Minsk to rally against Lukashenko once the news broke. Opposition leaders, who have put immense pressure on Lukashenko since he claimed victory in a landslide on Aug. 9 amid widespread accusations of voter fraud, called the inaugural ceremony a “thieves’ meeting” and a “farce.” In a statement, a spokesperson of the U.S. State Department said that “the United States cannot consider [Lukashenko] the legitimately elected leader of Belarus.” The European Union has already said it doesn’t recognize Lukashenko as president.

In India, engineers and MBAs are turning to manual labor to survive the economic crash (Washington Post) On a recent muggy afternoon in southern India, Earappa Bawge hacked at the ground with a pickax, his white shirt pasted to his back. Each dull thud reminded him of how far his hopes had fallen. Just months ago, the 27-year-old engineer was poring over project files in an air-conditioned room at a factory hundreds of miles away. The job was a ticket out of rural poverty for Bawge’s entire family, who had sacrificed for years so he could complete his studies. Now he was back in the village where he was born, propelled by a wave of economic destruction rolling across India during the pandemic. To survive, Bawge began digging ditches under a public works program. Alongside him were a former bank employee, a veterinarian and three MBA students. At the end of the day, each received $3.70. “If I don’t work, we don’t get to eat,” said Bawge, flicking beads of sweat from his brow. “Hunger trumps any aspiration.” As India’s economy reels in the aftermath of one of the world’s strictest lockdowns, a rural employment program has emerged as a lifeline for some of the tens of millions left jobless. The government program—which aims to guarantee 100 days of unskilled work in rural areas—was intended to combat poverty and reduce the volatility of agricultural wages. Now it is a potent symbol of how the middle-class dreams of millions of Indians are unraveling.

China to let in more foreigners as virus recedes (AP) Foreigners holding certain types of visas and residence permits will be permitted to return to China starting next week as the threat of the coronavirus continues to recede. The new regulation lifts a monthslong blanket suspension covering most foreigners apart from diplomats and those in special circumstances. Beginning Monday, foreign nationals holding valid Chinese visas and residence permits for work, personal matters and family reunions will be permitted to enter China without needing to apply for new visas, according to the regulation. Those whose permits have expired can reapply. Returnees must undergo two weeks of quarantine and follow other anti-epidemic measures, the regulation said.

Xinjiang crackdown continues (The Guardian) China has built nearly 400 internment camps in Xinjiang region, with construction on dozens continuing over the last two years, even as Chinese authorities said their “re-education” system was winding down, an Australian think tank has found. The network of camps in China’s far west, used to detain Uighurs and people from other Muslim minorities, include 14 that are still under construction, according to the latest satellite imaging obtained by the Australian Strategic Policy Institute. In total ASPI identified 380 detention centers established across the region since 2017, ranging from lowest security re-education camps to fortified prisons.

Grand Theft Ayatollah (Foreign Policy) Iran’s elite Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps is investing in a new video game in which Iranian paramilitaries rescue George Floyd from U.S. police, according to Khosro Kalbasi, a reporter for Iran’s independent Financial Tribune. It’s not the first time Middle Eastern powers have used video games and cartoons to make foreign-policy commentary: In 2018, a pro-Saudi group produced an animated video depicting Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman commanding a successful invasion of Iran.

Lebanon asks world’s help ‘trying to rise from its rubble’ (AP) Facing an economic meltdown and other crises, Lebanon’s president on Wednesday asked for the world’s help to rebuild the capital’s main port and neighborhoods that were blown away in last month’s catastrophic explosion. President Michel Aoun made the plea in a prerecorded speech to the U.N. General Assembly’s virtual summit, telling world leaders that Lebanon’s many challenges are posing an unprecedented threat to its very existence. Most urgently, the country needs the international community’s support to rebuild its economy and its destroyed port. Aoun suggested breaking up the damaged parts of the city into separate areas and so that countries that wish to help can each commit to rebuilding one. Earlier Wednesday, U.N. Secretary-General Antonio Guterres called for swift formation of a government to be followed by tangible steps to implement economic, social and political reforms. Lebanon’s government resigned under pressure in the wake of the port explosion, and Prime Minister-designate Mustapha Adib has been unable to form a new government amid a political impasse over which faction gets to have the Finance Ministry, as well as other disputes. “Without such action, the country’s ability to recover and rebuild will be jeopardized, adding to the turmoil and hardship of the Lebanese people,” Guterres added.

Israel’s Netanyahu brings his dirty laundry to Washington. Literally. (Washington Post) Most politicians go to great lengths to conceal their dirty laundry. And then there’s Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. Over the years, the Israeli leader has developed a reputation among the staff at the U.S. president’s guesthouse for bringing special cargo on his trips to Washington: bags and suitcases full of dirty laundry, according to U.S. officials familiar with the matter. The clothes are cleaned for the prime minister free of charge by the U.S. staff, a perk that is available to all foreign leaders but sparingly taken advantage of given the short stays of busy heads of state. “The Netanyahus are the only ones who bring actual suitcases of dirty laundry for us to clean,” said one U.S. official, who like others spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss the details of a foreign leader’s visits. “After multiple trips, it became clear this was intentional.” Israeli officials denied that Netanyahu overuses his American hosts’ laundry services, calling the allegations “absurd,” but they acknowledged that he has been the target of laundry-related accusations in the past. In 2016, Netanyahu sued his own office and Israel’s attorney general in an effort to prevent the release of his laundry bills under the country’s freedom of information act. The relatively minor accusation joins a longer list of corruption allegations that have threatened the 70-year-old leader’s hold on power and triggered protests in Israel this month.

Australian offers free coffee, chat from his kitchen window (AP) It all started when Rick Everett walked out of his home in Sydney and put up a sign on his kitchen window that read: “Free coffee to combat the virus.” It was March, and the Australian acrobat had lost his job during the coronavirus pandemic. With more free time, he felt he could help out others in need. And he knew how to bake and cook after managing a chocolate and coffee shop and a pizza restaurant. When he started, he said the window would be open whenever he was home. He stressed that it wasn’t a coffee shop business; he just wanted to do something nice and meet his neighbors for a friendly chat during a difficult time. “Think of it as popping over to your mates for a coffee only it is a friend you have not met yet,” he wrote on a sign. “I am not selling anything. This is a gift and all it will cost you is a smile.” Soon his neighbors began to stop by, bringing him everything from cakes and loaves of bread to a six-pack of beer. Strangers began to recognize him on the street and wave hello. “It’s like I live in a small town again, and it’s really beautiful,” he said. “And what’s even more beautiful is people ring my coffee bell just to talk,” he said. “They don’t even want a coffee! They don’t want to take anything from me, but they’re most happy to have a conversation with me, which is really nice.”

[p-artsypants]

Arcadia or Bust (3)

FF.net | AO3 

At 8 pm, Jim rose from the bed. He had got his full 40 minutes of sleep, and then spent the rest of the night holding Claire as she slept. At one point, she had begun to shake and whimper in a nightmare. He simply snuggled her closer, nuzzling her neck and kissed her cheek. Eventually she fell back to sleep and remained that way.

When he rose, she groaned and he tucked her in snuggly.

“It’s dark out now, so I’m going to go see about that truck. I’m taking your phone. Just keep sleeping, okay?”

“Hmmm....” She hummed.

Though he had told her this, he still wrote a note, figuring she would remember little of what was said.

He dressed, poking holes in his hood for his horns, and made sure the maximum amount of skin was covered as possible. Then he took one key for the room and left.

Using the pictures Claire had taken, Jim was able to clumsily navigate his way back to the house. It was evening, of course, but people still milled around. Some people gave him sideways looks, but most didn’t even notice.

An old man sat on the porch, smoking a cig.

Jim stood at the wire fence, nervous. “Uh, hello sir?”

“Evenin’,” replied the old man.

“Is this your truck for sale?”

“Sure is,” he said, dragging on his cig. “Who’s askin’?”

“My name is Jim Lake Jr., sir. I’m interested.”

“Why you look like a demon, boy?”

Jim swallowed, “sorry, I just came from the Horror Convention down at the Showboat Hotel.”

The man switched his cig over to the other side of his mouth. “You got a license? How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m 16, sir. And yeah, I have my license right here.” He took it from his wallet.

The man flicked his cig on the driveway and then made his way over to the fence. He took the license and studied it.

“From California, huh? What’re you doing all the way here?”

Jim had been practicing his story, and came up with a pretty convincing half-truth. “My friends and I really like to hike, and we decided to hike our way over here for the horror convention. On the way, we found this really cool, big quartz, and we want to take it home. It’s just too heavy for a wagon or wheelbarrow.”

The man was quiet, thinking. “How heavy are we talkin’?”

“Like, a thousand pounds? It took four of us to lift it.” He glanced at the vehicle. “Can that truck lift that?”

The old man chortled, “can she lift that?! Of course she can! Used to lift V16 engine blocks.”

Jim smiled, assuming that was a good thing. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking…why is it for sale? And only 2,000?”

The man walked over to the truck, patting it fondly. It looked a bit like Señor Uhl’s Susanna. “Oh, she runs okay. She doesn’t have a muffler, the air doesn’t work, and neither does the radio. She shakes sometimes. Leaks oil sometimes, but she’ll get you where you need to go.” He frowned in Jim’s general direction. “I slipped a disc a few months back and they fused my spine. I have a hard time gettin’ in ‘er these days. So my son convinced me to just use my wife’s car…I’m too old to need this old thing anyways.”

Jim looked at the man with pity.

“Do your parents know about this?”

“Well, they know what I’m up to, but they don’t know I’m trying to purchase a truck.”

“Call ‘em. I ain’t selling you anything until I know that I ain’t gonna have to deal with this later.”

“Oh, sure, right. Of course.” Jim cleared his throat and took out Claire’s phone, calling his mom.

“Hi Honey! How’s the trip? Are you on your way back yet?”

“Not just yet, mom. By the way, you’re on speaker. So you remember that costume contest we entered?”

“Costume contest?”

“Yeah, you know, the one I made the Troll costume for.”

“Oh! Yes! Right, duh! How did it go?”

“I won first prize! 5,000 bucks!”

“Oh Jim! That’s wonderful! I’m so happy to hear that!”

“So, second part...you know that quartz we found?”

“Yes?”

“Well, we were trying to figure out a way to carry it, and we found a truck that’s 2,000 bucks. I’m talking to the owner right now, and he just wants to make sure it’s approved by you.”

“So you’re driving back?”

“At least Claire and I. Not sure who else.”

“Well, it’s fine by me. It might be beneficial for your new job here, after all.”

“My new job?”

“Construction, the market is going to need all the hands they can get.”

“Oh, yeah! Good point.”

The old man spoke, “excuse me, Mrs…?”

“Dr. Lake.”

“Dr. Lake, so I have you expressed permission to sell my car over to your son?”

“Yes, that’s fine. I give Jim permission to sign my name for me.”

“He’s got insurance?”

“Yes sir, he’s covered.”

“Alright,” the man nodded. “That’s all I wanted to know.”

“Thank you,” said Barbara, “for making sure he was safe.”

“Well, my son did something like this back in the day, and I almost had a heart attack when he came home.”

“Well, I’m sure I would have been more confused than anything. Thanks again!”

“Bye mom, love you.”

“Bye kiddo!”

The man took out his own phone, a track phone, and dialed a number. “I’m calling my son, he said he’d help me with the paper work and all that.”

“Oh I see.” Jim nodded.

As the man chatted with his son, Jim sent a text over to Toby.

Dude I forgot to tell you, but we found the heartstone! It’s kind of small, so we’re bringing it back. We’re going to see if it can revive the old heartstone.

The response was almost instant.

Claire?

No, it’s Jim.

JIIIIIMMMMBBBBOOOOOOO!!!! DDDUUUUDDDDEEEEE!!!!!

That’s too many extra letters and exclamation points, Tobes.

I’M LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. ARRRGH IS CONCERNED. BUT I DONT CARE BECAUSE YOU’RE COMING HOME SOON!!!

Yep, and I’m working on getting a truck for the stone, so it might only be a week or so.

THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVERRR!!!! At the end there was a string of emojis, featuring ‘100’, fire, okay hand sign, crying face, and a trumpet.

I’m glad I texted. You probably would have screamed my ear off.

I can’t help it! I’m just so excited! Then the phone vibrated as a long series of texts came from Toby.

Dude.

I totally forgot.

No.

I’m going to keep it a surprise.

Oh but it’s so good.

You have no idea.

The greatest thing ever happened.

Did Darcy say yes when you proposed to her?

There was a pause.

The second greatest thing happened.

Jim sent a laughing emoji.

But I’m not telling you, because it’s way to good to be true.

Alright, if you say so. I won’t bug you about it, because I know how you crack under pressure.

Thanks man. Cause it is reaalllyyy great. And we’ll start cleaning up Troll market. I mean, more than what we have.

At this point, the old man had finished his conversation with his son. “So,” he began. “Troy is going to be a little bit. I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me with something in the meantime?”

“Oh, sure?”

—

“You got it? You sure?”

“Yeah, I got it. Where do you want it?” Jim had his arms full with a huge tube TV. The man said it hadn’t worked in years and the Mrs. asked him to get rid of it. Problem was, it was a tad heavy.

The elder climbed the basement stairs at a snails pace, Jim standing behind him. He led him out the the road, and had him sit it out at the curb.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

With his troll strength, it was nothing. But had Jim been his old noodle self, he wouldn’t have been able to lift it on his own. “Oh no, it was fine.”

“I got something else, if you’re up for it.”

“Whatever you need.” Jim replied with a smile.

Two bikes, a stereo system, and an hefty particle board cabinet. All without breaking a sweat.

“Alright, I think I’ve taken advantage of you enough for one day.”

“Oh, it was no trouble at all.”

The man grinned. Then he took out another cig and made his way over to sit on his porch. “So, that’s not actually makeup, is it?”

Jim looked at him, wide eyed. “Um, I don’t know—“

“Boy, you dead lifted a 250 pound television and carried it up a flight of stairs like it was nothing. Not to mention that cabinet! And at 16?”

“I…just workout a lot?”

The man wasn’t buying it. He huffed smoke out. “Son, you should know not to lie to your elders.”

It was New Jersey. What were the chances he was going to see this man again? “Alright, you got me. I’m not exactly human.”

“Are ya a demon?”

“What? No, no, no.” Jim waved his hands in front of him. “I’m a troll—er, half troll.”

The man nodded, not saying much until finally. “Just as long as I ain’t doin’ business with the devil.”

—

Despite the comfort of the bed, Claire was wracked with nightmares. It was so realistic and horrific, she didn’t even know it was a nightmare at first.

Morgana played a significant role. The she-witch had Jim by the horns, and lifted him from the ground.

“You want him back, don’t you? The boy you once knew. The human.”

Claire shook her head. “No! No! Leave him alone!”

“Silly girl, I know your deepest thoughts. I will tear this gruesome, ugly shell away, and return what once was…”

It was inhumane. Morgana pulled at his horns, ripping him apart from the scalp. He screamed violently as blood trickled down his face and chest. His fingers curled into hooks as his skull came into view.

He continued to look at her with his bloodshot blue eyes. “Why Claire?! Why can’t you just love me?!”

“I do! I do love you, Jim!! I’m sorry!”

And just like that, she was in her living room, gasping for breath.

Everything was gray and dingy. Dust hung, suspended in the air. A strange woman with black hair and hunting green eyes sat on the couch, sipping tea.

“Ah, there you are darling. I wondered when we’d connect.”

Claire swore she had never seen her before, but her voice…

“Who...are you?”

“Do you not recognize me? Oh, but I suppose you wouldn’t, being that my armor is packed away. Little use for it here in the shadow realm.”

“Wait, if we’re in—then that means you’re—“

“Morgan La Fey. It’s nice to see you again, child.”

“But—! How are you—?”

“You seemed surprised. After all, you only trapped me in here.”

Claire paced. “This can’t be happening! I pushed you out of my mind! You can’t—this isn’t real!”

“Of course it isn’t.” She answered simply. “This is happening inside your head. I’m not going to hurt you or any of your friends.”

“Then why—?”

“Can’t a poor, lonely, old witch have a decent conversation with someone?”

“The last time we talked, you possessed my body. I almost got killed!”

“All in the past! All in the past.”

Not really, but Claire just glared at her.

“I’d actually like to thank you, Claire.”

“Thank me?”

“Yes. You see, when Merlin trapped me, he put me in a stasis so that I could stew in my anger. I built so much up that once I was free, it consumed me. Now that I’m here in my own vast and beautiful world, where Merlin can’t hurt me, I find peace in my soul.”

That was befuddling. “But...you’re evil?”

The woman smiled. “Is that what Merlin told you?”

“I mean, yeah. But you also possessed my body and tried to kill my boyfriend...as well as plunge the world into darkness, and you nearly destroyed my home.”

“Well, when you say it like that.” Morgan set her tea on the coffee table and leaned back in her seat, “may I tell my side of the story?”

Claire relaxed a tad, and fell into the seat opposite of Morgana.

“Have you heard of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round table?”

“Of course, who hasn’t?”

“Arthur was my brother.”

“And…Merlin trained him, right?”

“More like, Merlin thrust him into a role he was not prepared for. Much like your beloved Trollhunter. Arthur was just a child when he was chosen to be king, likewise, I was a young woman when I apprenticed under Merlin.”

Claire leaned forward a bit, now ridiculously curious.

“My brother did a great many things in his life, as the legends all tell. But he met an early end, and I buried him. Merlin was nowhere to be found. When I returned, my brother’s sword had been taken and melted down and Merlin declared that I was the last ingredient in a concoction that would help the world. I was still grieving the loss of my brother at the time, and paid little attention to his inane ideas. While I slept, he cut off my hand.” She held up her emerald prosthetic. “Never given a choice. I didn’t even know what that potion was. My master betrayed me.”

Clear sadness held Morgan’s face as she stared at her hand. Claire witnessed this, and felt the sadness in herself. Then she shook her head, and told herself that this was Morgana, the mistress of Shadows.

Morgan clenched her fist. “I was beyond angry. And I turned to the Gum-Gums as a means to my retribution. I promised Gunmar the Black, an appalling and dense creature, a way to create night eternal. And then I blessed him with the Decimaar blade, a sword that could strip the freewill of any living being. For a great many years, we waged war against the humans and Merlin’s Trollhunters. Until Deya the Deliverer cast Gunmar into the Killahead bridge, and Merlin froze me within the Heartstone.”

Claire looked down at her feet, feeling guilty, since she felt pity for this evil witch.

“I tell you this, because I want you to know…I was once good. I was like you, pure in heart, full of love for my little brother and a dashing boy. But Merlin corrupted me. It was innocent enough at first…teaching me spells…helping me in my rose garden…then he turned my focus to him and his honeyed words. I fell in love with him.”

That was unexpected. “But he’s so…”

“Old? He wasn’t always. I aged better than he did.” Morgan picked up her tea and sipped again. “He taught me everything he knew, pushing past the limitations of morality, and into dark magic. I wanted to impress him. But the more I studied, the more he rebuked me. Love turned into jealousy, then bitterness, and then burning hatred. I stewed in my hatred for years, centuries, until nothing but cruelness and malice remained. That is what you saw when you fought me and banished me here.”

Claire sat up, clenching her fists in her lap. “It’s only been a month since then, for all I know—“

“Time works differently in here.” Morgan clarified. “You should know. What may have been a month out on the surface world, may have been years in here.”

“But you spent centuries in stasis…”

Morgan smiled. “Now you’re catching on. This realm…is my own creation.” In a grand gesture with her hands, the room stretched and transformed, turning into windows with stone walls. A temple remained when all was said and done.

“Wow…”

“And as such, I can make of it as I wish. I am queen here, and all powerful. Once you destroyed my Skathe-Hrün, it was like a bucket of water crashed upon my heart. My rage, my hatred…it vanished. I was left with this…emptiness. But as time went on, the realization that I would never see Merlin again sunk in, and I felt lighter. I started to feel like my old self. My soul has been stained, that is undeniable. I have done evil things, but I think I can still do good.”

“Like what?”

“I would like to mentor you, in the cosmic arts.”

It was almost sudden. Jim, true, human Jim leaned in the front door, and met her eyes. He spoke softly. “It’s dark out now, so I’m going to go see about that truck. I’m taking your phone. Just keep sleeping, okay?”

At his voice, the world went hazy for a moment as she responded with a hum that echoed in the room.

“You see,” said Morgan. “You’re still sleeping in your hotel room. I promise not to hold you too long. Though you can wake up, when you want to.”

Claire shook her head in disbelief. “Why…why me?”

“Because you wielded my Skathe-Hrün. You and I were connected, briefly. And even now, in your darkest nightmares, I can find you. Because you appear here, in the shadow realm.” The room began to shrink back down to the living room it was before. “And, as I said before, you remind me of myself, before I fell.”

Claire stared at the woman, studying her. She seemed calm and collected, no ounce of violence in her stature.

“Merlin is a jerk…” she finally said.

“That he is.” Morgan replied. “Which is the other reason I am reaching out to you. Even if you turn down my offer, I beg you…don’t follow in Merlin’s footsteps. He’s selfish and pig-headed. He thinks he can do no wrong, and cares little for his actions.”

Claire remembered his attitude toward Jim’s transformation. He never once apologized for it, and expected everyone to thank him for turning him into, what is essentially, a monster.

“I see within you, the need to do good. So I can teach you healing spells, illusion spells, say nothing of necromancy and soul trapping. I will teach you what you need to know to help you’re Trollhunter.”

Claire furrowed her brows. She did like the idea of helping Jim.

“I still don’t know…”

Morgana raised to her feet, and came over to Claire, gently touching her cheek. “I understand your reservations. Take time to decide.”

“I’m still trying to figure out why. Why do you want to do this?”

Morgan shrugged, a truly defeated look on her face. “Would you believe that I’m bored?”

Claire said nothing.

“Incudo. It means ‘to forge’. With it, you can mend something of metal back together. Whether it be armor, or a sword, or what ever. Speak it backwards, Oducni, and you will undo a forged piece.” Morgan walked back to her chair. “There, I leave you with a simple spell. It can be deadly, if used cunningly. Or harmless. It’s up to you. Now, it’s getting late. You should awake.”

And once again, Claire was gasping for breath. But this time, she was alone in her hotel room.  

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