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Sensei Sushi Just Got a Facelift And a New Home
The popular sushi house is back and better than ever.
By Anri Ichimura | Oct 8, 2019
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Before Mecha Uma and Ooma, Chef Bruce Ricketts was flexing his faultless sense of taste at a tiny omakase shop called Sensei Sushi. That was in November 2011. Now, he has built a new home on 181 Aguirre Ave, BF Homes, Parañaque, just down the street from where it was originally located.
The sleek new Sensei is a far cry from the old one's hole-in-the-wall atmosphere, but the facelift might have been exactly what the restaurant needed to spice things up. Despite the much larger space, the modern look and intimate vibe have been retained. And, with Bruce Ricketts still at the helm, its position as one of the best restaurants for Japanese food is assured
For eight years, Sensei has been a go-to of every foodie in Manila, and with good reason. Chef Bruce Ricketts' innovative culinary inceptions have captured the imagination and boosted the local dining landscape. It's where the wunderkind he began and it's where he shines the most.
Sensei is open from 11:30 a.m. to 3 p.m. and 5:30 p.m. to 10 p.m.
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HUDSPETH, MARY ELIZABETH (1874–1943). Mary Elizabeth Hudspeth, professor and college administrator, was born to Henry Street and Ann Elizabeth (Royal) Hudspeth at Monticello, Arkansas, in 1874. Moving to Texas failed to improve Ann Hudspeth's frail health, and after her death Mary assumed maternal responsibilities for the six other children. Over the next several years the Hudspeths lived on the frontier of West Texas and in Sonora, Mexico. Later they moved to San Antonio, where Mary's father worked as a policeman. From these early experiences Mary developed an understanding of young people and an interest in Hispanic culture. She attended Baylor University and received her B.A. degree from the University of Nashville and her M.A. degree from George Peabody College for Teachers. Further studies took her to the University of California, the University of Chicago, and Columbia University. Coursework at the University of Mexico enhanced her appreciation for that country's culture. She became fluent in Spanish and an expert in Spanish literature and the history and geography of Latin America. She also taught German and Latin. From 1905 to 1907 she taught at Colorado City, from 1907 to 1909 at Rusk College, and for a year at El Paso High School.
In 1910 she was invited to join the faculty at the newly founded West Texas State Normal College (now West Texas A&M University) at Canyon. There she taught mathematics with Dean L. G. Allen, who chaired that department. Her concern for young people soon made her a favorite among the students, and in 1917 President Robert Bartow Cousins selected her to be the college's first dean of women. In the days before campus dormitories, Mary Hudspeth housed students at her spacious ten-bedroom residence, which was often the scene of college social functions. Always a gracious hostess, she was sometimes referred to as "Queen Mary" by President Cousins. In 1925 she retired from her administrative duties to devote more time to teaching and spent that summer studying in Mexico. She was made chairman of the modern language department, and in that capacity she spent a year at the University of Madrid, where she completed work equivalent to the Ph.D. requirements; however, that degree could not be granted without further residence in Spain. In 1940 she was one of a select group of teachers of Spanish invited to study at the University of San Marcos in Lima, Peru, as a guest of the Peruvian government.
She was known throughout the state for her commitment to teaching and scholarship. She was a member of the First Baptist Church in Canyon and was involved in the campus YWCA program. She died in an Amarillo hospital on August 17, 1943, and was buried in Ozona. In her honor a group of her former students gave the Panhandle-Plains Historical Museum its first art gallery, the Mary E. Hudspeth Art Room. Mary E. Hudspeth Hall, a women's dormitory on the West Texas State University campus, was named in her honor.
Amarillo Daily News, August 18, 1943. Canyon News, August 19, 1943. Joseph A. Hill, More Than Brick and Mortar (Amarillo: Russell Stationery, 1959). Joseph A. Hill, The Panhandle-Plains Historical Society and Its Museum (Canyon, Texas: West Texas State College Press, 1955). Ruth Lowes and W. Mitchell Jones, We'll Remember Thee: An Informal History of West Texas State University (Canyon: WTSU Alumni Association, 1984).
Handbook of Texas Online, H. Allen Anderson, "HUDSPETH, MARY ELIZABETH," accessed April 22, 2019, http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/fhu75.


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House rejects extra $22 billion in cuts that divided Republicans
The House rejected a measure cutting an additional $22 billion from the Republican spending bill, as conservatives ran into a wall of opposition from the GOP establishment over the depth of reductions to federal funding.
The amendment backed by the conservative Republican Study Committee failed, 147-281, but not before putting the GOP spending divide under a spotlight on the House floor. Authored by RSC chairman Rep. Jim Jordan (R-Ohio), the proposal would have dramatically reshaped an appropriations bill that already slashes federal spending by $61 billion over the next seven months.
More than half of the Republican conference backed the measure in opposition to two party chiefs, Majority Leader Eric Cantor (R-Va.) and Whip Kevin McCarthy (R-Calif.), who voted with every Democrat against it. Speaker John Boehner (R-Ohio) did not vote, as is traditional for Speakers.
The party's fourth-ranking member, Rep. Jeb Hensarling (R-Texas), supported the measure, as did dozens of Republican freshman. Yet there was division even among the first-term, Tea Party-backed lawmakers. Rep. Kristi Noem (R-S.D.), an elected freshman representative on the leadership team, opposed the bill, while Rep. Austin Scott (R-Ga.), the freshman class president, supported it.
Like no previous proposal, the heated debate over the amendment drew a bright line through the GOP conference, pitting conservatives pushing the deepest spending cuts against senior Republicans who denounced them as "misguided," "indiscriminate" and, in the case of Rep. Daniel Lungren (R-Calif.), "lazy."
Republican committee chairmen like Lungren, Appropriations chief Hal Rogers (R-Ky.) and Jo Bonner (Ala.) made a rare stand alongside Democrats, while Rep. Mike Pence (R-Ind.), a former chairman of the GOP conference, spoke in strong support of the measure…
Read the rest at The Hill.
Update: Levin furious at weak Republican leadership, audio at therightscoop.
February 18th, 2011 | Tags: budget cuts, Mark Levin, Rep. Jim Jordan, Republican Study Commottee | Category: Congress, federal funding, Federal spending, Taxes

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The Lip
September 4, 2009 September 4, 2009 Tom Larsen
When Julie left she took half their stuff. Leo found a checklist and a note under her key ring on the counter. Even with Mario's help it must have taken most of the day. The note said she was leaving the car. He could make the payments or sell it, Julie's way of being more than fair. There were several points he would have contested, but he had to admit she'd been generous. All Leo's wives had been generous. It was small consolation.[img_assist|nid=5128|title=The Boy Had Enough by Andrea Ramirez © 2009|desc=|link=node|align=right|width=200|height=143]
For days afterward Leo's life was like a dream. He thought about Julie and Mario driving across the country. In his head they were always whooping it up. He wished them dead in the desert, their bodies black and bloated. The image so disturbed him he wished them back to life.
To take his mind off things Leo went to a Phillies game. He brought his binoculars, a bag of salted peanuts, two joints and his Walkman. The left-hander Rivera was pitching for the Phills, big kid, clueless. Leo sat in one of the empty sections under the scoreboard. The binoculars gave him a bird's eye view of the strike zone. From the first pitch Leo could tell the kid had it. Every fastball punched a dust-cloud from the catcher's mitt just before the clap of leather reached him in center field. The big lug got hammered early, but for two and a half hours Leo didn't think of Julie once.
The following Sunday he drove to Rittenhouse Square and read the paper. The park was crowded but no one approached him. Julie would be in San Francisco by now, badmouthing him to their west coast friends. Funny, none of them had called. He pictured the other half of their stuff in a North Beach apartment, sun streaming in the windows, Chronicle spread over the sofa. He could see it clearly.
That night Mario called. Julie had dumped him as soon as they hit the city.
"Swear to God, Leo, I never laid a hand on her," he insisted.
"What are you calling me for?"
"Hey man, I feel like a shit."
"You are a shit."
"I'm coming back, Leo. You can kill me if you want to but I can't take it here."
"Come on back. I won't kill you."
"Oh man, I feel like such a shit."
Mario showed up on Friday. Despite his rejection he looked much the same, half-drunk, pacing the kitchen berating himself.
"I mean how could I do that to you?" he jabbed a finger in his own chest. "My best fucking friend! What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"You're a shit. You couldn't help it."
"You're right, Leo. You've always said it but now I believe it."
He stayed three days then left to mooch off a cousin. Mario was related to half the wops in South Philly. Leo had never known him to have a place of his own. What had he expected to do in California?
On Easter Sunday Leo walked to his mother's. As always, he was taken by the photos on the walls, chronologically arranged portraits, Leo and his sister Gail, Gail and her two kids, over the mantel, the one of his dad in a straw hat. Gail divorced and moved to Florida two years ago leaving Leo to deal with the obligations. The tone never varied.
"I don't understand my own children," his mother slipped a Camel from the pack on the table. "You father and I were married forty-five years!"
"Thirty-five, mom, Dad died ten years ago," Leo reminded her.
"You should have grabbed Mrs. Ruggerio's Eileen. She was always crazy about you."
"No moustaches ma. It's where I draw the line."
She tilted her head back to work the bifocals "Oh sure, the neighborhood girls weren't good enough for you."
He let her go on, wondering what it would be like when she died. He'd returned to Philly after her last stroke, determined to see her through to the end. Six years now and she never looked better.
"Your father was right," she handed him a beer from her little cooler. "You're a bungler, Leo. You could have joined the business, but no. You had to go to California. You had to marry every floozie who came down the pike. And to think we almost gave you up for adoption."
Leo slid in beside her on the sofa. "You're right, mom. I should have been a salesman. I should have married Eileen Ruggerio, but," he held up a finger, "at least I didn't murder my mother, like Richie Pettis."
"Richie was a little bastard, but he was no bungler," she gave him a poke. "Besides, who was it sent your father to an early grave, aanh?"
"He had emphysema, for cryin' out loud!"
"You know what I mean." The bifocals gave her a haughty look. Leo didn't know what she meant but he let it pass. The smoke from her cigarette curled into a perfect circle. He never came without a carton, hoping against hope.
The microwave chicken was raw on the inside. Leo could hear the clack of dentures over the talk show radio. Afterwards he did the dishes and put out the trash. Standing in her tiny yard he raised his eyes to the South Philly skies. One star, way over Jersey.
"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight," he tried to remember the rest. The light circled slowly and descended to the airport. When he returned his mother was sound asleep in front of the TV. He leaned to kiss her forehead, slipped a twenty from her purse and let himself out.
There was a postcard from Julie in the morning mail. "I love you but I don't like you."
Benny was waiting for him at the diner. The Sheik, Julie called him, in reference to the doo, jet black and raked back like it was painted on. Not a good look for Benny, nearing sixty and putting on the pounds.
"Where you been?" he hiked up his eyebrows. "I'm on a schedule here."
"What schedule?" Leo checked the clock. "The tit bars don't open for hours."
"Yeah, okay, that's funny. Sit down, would you? I got a kink," Benny rubbed his neck.
"Maybe you should give the girls a break for a while. Everything in moderation, eh Sheik?"
"You only go around once, kid. Tell me a better way to spend the time?"
Leo smiled. "Well, it's good you found your niche."
"Tell me you got plasma, Leo."
"What I got is ceiling fans. Top of the line and in the box."
Benny's eyebrows shot up higher. Everything was eyebrows with the Sheik.
"What the fuck am I gonna do with ceiling fans? What about the TVs?"
Leo tapped Benny's pudgy little hand. "Next time, Benj. This time it's ceiling fans."
"Jesus, Leo. Tell me it ain't down to this."
"It's down to this, Benny," Leo flapped his hands around. "Hey it beats scalping tickets, right?"
The Sheik sat there staring off. "I don't know what happened. What the fuck happened?"
"Prosperity, Benny," Leo shrugged. "It's a socio-economic thing."
"Jesus, I miss the old days. This, …" he shook his lacquered head.
"Benny, hey, these are top of the line fans here. You want in?"
He just kept shaking his head.
"Tell you what," Leo drummed his thumbs on the counter. "Give me two grand for the whole load. That's one hundred units, plus remote."
"Units. God help us."
"I can deliver them or you can come pick them up. Your call."
The Sheik heaved a sigh and reached in his jacket. Leo waited but the hand just stayed there.
"Look at you," the old crook laughed. "Hey, this reminds me of the scene in that movie where the guy reaches for his wallet and pulls out his gun."
"What movie? What are you talking about, Benny?"
"The movie where the hoods hijack a truckload of something, not ceiling fans. I forget."
"In or out, c'mon Benny."
"Coffins, that's what it was," Benny leaned in close. "Only some of them were occupied."
"Time's up." Leo stormed off, slowing slightly to give Benny an opening. When the bastard declined he pushed through the door and crossed the lot to his black SUV. He felt out of focus, not all there, a flash to the 80's with his head full of Tester's. Not like Benny to queer a deal. Sheik could move broken glass and at the lowball price he had to know Leo was desperate. What was it with the old guys that they got so goofy? The problem was who else can you go to?
The other problem was what to do with them now. The ceiling fans. They were in Ludlow's garage at the moment but his wife was squawking and his neighbor's were nosey. Not to mention Leo's cash flow problem.
He watched Benny through the window, willing him to change his mind. For a second he thought it just might work, but the fucker sat there feeding his face.
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"I think you should resolve your conflict with your mother. She won't be around much longer, you know. "
Leo wondered who she could be staying with and drew up a list of likely suspects. The thing that always bothered him was that he could picture Julie with almost anyone. She came late to the cheating game, but it didn't take her long to get the hang of it. Catholic schoolgirl turning with a vengeance. He played the message a second time. The phone rang while he was looking at it.
"Leo?"
"Yeah Luds. I'm gonna move 'em, don't rip a stitch."
"That's what I called about. They're not here."
"The ceiling fans. I came home tonight and they were gone."
Leo pictured Ludlow's garage, the space they took up.
"I know you'll think I'm getting over but someone stole them, Leo. I swear to fucking God."
"Someone walked off with a truckload of ceiling fans?"
"Fucking un-believable, right?"
Lying rat-fuck son of a bitch.
"You don't want to do this, Ludlow. Couple of days, they'll pop up, right?"
"On my father's fucking grave, Leo. Hey, I'm out just like you!"
Leo thought he heard someone else talking, but he couldn't be sure. He didn't want to think about what was happening here. Ludlow meant to beat him on the load.
"Couple of days. Ludsy. I'll give you a call."
The Phillies were in a rebuilding year. Except for one championship season, that shining moment decades past, the Phils had been rebuilding for over a century. Once again pitching was the problem. Pitching was always the Phillies problem, except for the odd year when hitting was also the problem. Many like Leo saw the organization as genetically flawed, those fluke years in the 80's, just a statistical anomaly. Throw the monkeys out on the diamond often enough, etc…
Only not these monkeys. Their record was more than a matter of bad judgment. Touted prospects shed their talent as they moved through the system. High school phenoms left their confidence and their fastballs in Spartansburg and Wilkes-Barre. Management, depending on the year and level of hostility, made one of two wrong moves. Either they let this year's wunderkind languish in the bush leagues, tying up time and money, or they rushed him into the rotation where he was promptly battered beyond recognition. Pick a year, same story.
That night's pitcher was a recent pickup from Houston. Front office couldn't resist these guys, the one season whiz with a flakey reputation, career castoffs cycling down. All too often it ended with the Phillies.
The first pitch was a strike, triggering visions of a strikeout. The season was young and hope springs eternal. The second pitch was a swinging strike and even the cynics allowed themselves to dream. Pitches three, four and five sailed up, up, and away and the rustle in the stands set the seasonal tone. After a confab with the catcher the castoff bore down, fucking beachball coming at ya. Leo could see the batter's eyes light up then a white blur slicing down the right field line. The game quickly settled into a rout, brutal even by Phillie standards. The fans turned ugly early, taunting the castoff with death threats, burying him in boos when they yanked him in the second. Stunned by their rage he stumbled off the field, disappearing into a dugout from which he would never again emerge.
A parade of relievers was promptly pounded.
By the seventh the crowd sat in grim silence, reflecting on all things Philadelphian. Leo was aware of a disturbing parallel between the team's fortunes and his own. It was no coincidence that he spent the glory year in California, watching on TV. The implications were clear and Leo vowed never to go home again. If that was the price he was willing to pay it. Julie, of course, had other ideas, his mom had her stroke and the rest was just history repeating itself. Of the teams who excelled at futility, none could touch those Fumblin' Phils. Losers of more games than any team in any sport.
They were new and splashy, but they were still row houses. Two where three used to be, bay windows facing out on the drycleaners. Leo parked behind a row of pickups and listened for Lanny's blather.
"What the fuck is this? I got fucking monkeys working for me!"
Rear bedroom, upstairs. The front door was open, the downstairs rooms were bland and tasteless. Leo's own house had the original woodwork, circa 1917. He'd bought it for a song before he met Julie. The thing about modern, it lacked the detail. He waited for windbag to take a breath but Lanny was on an ass-chewing roll.
"Look at this! There's more fucking paint on the carpet than there is on the fucking wall!"
Leo watched from the doorway. A trio of Mexicans shrugged it all off.
"Nice ceiling fans," he called over.
"Heyyy! Leo my man!" Lanny broke it off and clapped him on the shoulder. "Whaddya think? Federal Terrace, my piece de resistance!"
"Where'd you get 'em Lanny?"
The big man took his arm and led him to the hallway "Yo Leo, you workin' for L and I, or what?"
Leo hated this shit. "Tell me now while I'm still in a good mood."
Lanny looked more puzzled than worried. "Some guy came around. I didn't ask questions."
"Know something, boss?" Leo pointed with his chin. "Those amigos can't understand a thing you're saying."
Lanny looked in on the Mexicans and smiled. "Best fucking crew I ever had. They'd paint each other if I gave them the word."
"Tell me about this other guy. Do I know him?"
"I wasn't around. Maybe Pedro here can-"
"Cut the crap, Irish."
Lanny looked right through him. "I gotta tell you man, the tough stuff doesn't suit you."
He really hated this. Ludlow was making some kind of move and betting Leo would roll over. Ceiling fans, for Christ sake!
"I got nothin' to do with this." Lanny stood his ground. "Hey, I'm just trying to make a living."
Leo left a footprint on the front door
This was serious. Ludlow had always been flakey but they'd been at this for thirty years! Leo called and got the machine. He drove over but no one answered the door. After that he didn't know what to do. Ludlow tended bar on the Ave. The place was a dive, mostly ironworkers and off-duty cops. Not a place to start something, but what did Leo plan to start, anyway?
He went to McGrath's to think it through, but they had the game on and Shank was there and the night got away from him. Next morning he spotted Ludlow's truck in the diner lot. Leo signaled to turn but changed his mind, nearly clipping a roofing truck.
Julie again. Leo didn't even play it.
"Whaddya mean whaddya do? You go after him!" Mario made a chopping motion. "You make him fucking pay!"
Leo stared at his hands. "I've known Ludlow all my life."
Mario stumbled to a chair, winded. "Everybody's known him all their lives. What's that got to do with it?"
"I don't want to hurt him."
"He's a piece of shit!"
"I don't have the time for this."
Mario gave him a poke. "That's what he's counting on, dude. You blow it off, you're out of business."
Leo looked at him. "What business? I'm peddling ceiling fans and eating at my mother's!"
Mario plopped his hands on the armrests. "I'm just saying, you take it from Luds, you take it from everyone. It's a business liability."
"He's a brick shithouse!"
"So you pay somebody." He bent into Leo's line of vision. "Yo, pal, this is pretty basic stuff."
He tried the number for the hundredth time. Ludlow answered on the fifteenth ring.
"Yeah what?"
"It's me, Leo."
He didn't answer.
"We gotta talk, Luds."
"We got nothing to talk about. I told you, Leo, the fans were boosted."
Leo looked to Mario. Mario looked away.
"Mario says I should come after you." Leo ducked an empty beer can.
"Mario? That fucking lowlife?"
"But I say we can work this out. Like gentlemen, whaddya think, Luds?"
"Tell Mario to go fuck himself."
"I get my half and I forget all about it," Leo talked the talk.
"Come on, Lip, what are you gonna do? I say they were boosted they were boosted. You can think whatever Mario wants you to."
"Don't do this, Ludsy."
"Gotta go."
A rainout forced a double header. Leo sat away from the crowd. He liked the new stadium but it wasn't his stadium. His stadium was the Vet, gone without a trace. He watched the game and thought about Luds and how he should have seen this coming. Ludlow was a crook. And Mario was right. Once word got out he'd be stiffed and all accounts would go into arrears. Leo couldn't take a hit right now. He was living on credit cards as it was.
The Phils scored in the first. He thought of dropping a dime on Luds then ruled it out. Then the cop are in and everyone's pissed and he's out of business anyway. Should have gone to college with the rest of the goobers. Should have joined the fucking business. Had to be a hustler, no nine to five for Leo the Lip. Now Ludlow wanted to muscle in. Who muscled in on ceiling fans?
Pittsburgh scored three in the fifth and the Phils yanked the starter. Leo spotted Pete Newlin but pretended not to. Predictably, Pete waved his arms and started over.
"HEY LEO! HEY, RIGHT HERE!"
"Hey Newlin, I'm kinda busy right now."
"I just wanted to tell you, that Jackie Ludlow is an asshole."
"I told Dooley and them. I said you'd beat the balls off him."
"Again, thanks."
"That fucker will rue the fucking day, yo!"
Pittsburgh scored three more in the eighth. Leo didn't stick around for game two.
Luds' truck was in the driveway. Leo circled the block a few times then parked in the church lot.
"Okay, Now what?" he asked himself.
Butch Isler had called offering his services. Not out of loyalty, he'd said, Ludlow just pissed people off. Leo said he'd get back to him but he knew he wouldn't. Even if he wanted to he couldn't afford it. Big Butchie was top of the line.
By now the news was all over Pennsport. The early line gave Leo the nod with an assist to Butchie. Every passing minute made it worse. If the other shoe didn't fall soon he wouldn't be able to show his face.
And Ludlow was crazy. Once Leo made a move it would be his turn and it wasn't hard to guess where the money would go on that. Which left what?
Dory answered the door, walked him to the yard like she didn't have a clue. Who was she kidding? Ludlow sat at the picnic table talking on the phone. He saw Leo in the doorway and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I know, that's why I'm calling," he growled into the phone. "You're damn right I'm pissed. Now how do you want to do it?"
Leo sat opposite. Ludlow yacked and yacked. Leo reached over and pressed the button.
"Hey Leo, what the fuck?"
"Sit down, Luds. You're neighbors are gawking."
"Fuck them and fuck you, too."
"What are you gonna do, hump around to every job site in the city?"
Ludlow smirked. "Face it, Leo, you've lost the touch. You let that old dago, Bennie jerk you around for nickels on the dollar. I get forty a pop for 'em."
"Okay, I see your point. Give me my grand and go peddle your wares."
Leo watched a small bird hop across the driveway. He thought of Julie lying in the sun on Goat Rock Beach. He got up from the table and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Yo Luds. That's it?"
"Hey, we can go around and around but basically, yeah."
Leo left by the side gate. He could hear the big fuck laughing on the phone as he crossed the street. In his head he saw himself go to the car and get his gun. One to the chest, one to the head was how you fixed these things. Only Leo didn't have a gun. The only time he ever shot a gun was on the boardwalk in Wildwood. Plus, if he killed Ludlow he'd have to go to prison. No fucking way he was going to prison over ceiling fans.
Still he thought about it.
On the way home he passed Zero and Lou on the Quarthouse corner. They fell all over themselves pretending not to see him.
In the morning Leo woke with a rock in his gut. He wondered about the way it was here, the deep end as the standard course of action. It wasn't normal, it couldn't be. This was as close to murder as Leo would get, but he knew it wasn't all that close. He could handle himself in a spot but he didn't have a murder in him. He knew it and Ludlow knew he knew it.
If there was a way out Leo couldn't find it.
"So I've been thinking." Julie paused.
"We could try it again, Leo. I know now that I need you."
"To what? Help you move?"
"Okay, I deserve that. I know I was a shit about Mario, but he's so–"
"You gotta stop calling Julie. Please."
"You miss me, Leo. Marianne told me you hardly ever come out of the house."
Leo unplugged the phone. The next day he sold the SUV.
"Leo, hey! Jesus Christ! What's it been, ten years?"
"How are you Len? You look good."
"Hey! I heard you got married a while back. How's it working out?"
"It didn't," Leo shrugged. "I make a lousy husband."
"Tell me about it. I get a different set of kids every freaking weekend."
Leo took the chair across the desk. "I see your mug in the papers, real estate broker extraordinaire. You've done well, Len."
He gave his paunch a pat. "Well, I can't complain. But you didn't come all the way down here to sing my praises. What is it I can do for you, Leo?"
"I want to sell."
Len looked offended. "Your place? It's a jewel box, man. I can't let you do it!"
"Got to. I owe some money. Plus I think my ex has her eye on a slice."
"Well, she'll get that, friend. Community property."
"Maybe not. It's still in my name. "
Lenny's gaze dropped to his shoes. "Jeez, I don't know, Leo. It sounds unethical."
Leo pulled a wad from his pocket and slapped it on the desk. "One thousand up front. Plus five percent."
Len didn't look at the money. "Maybe we can finagle something."
"It's gotta be fast. All offers considered, I'll take the hit. And I'd like it to be someone, you know, … responsible."
"I have that someone in mind as we speak."
"And no sign. It's gotta be discrete."
"I think I can handle this for you without much problem, Leo."
"Like I said. Extraordinaire."
Leo walked away with 150 thou. Not bad for the old neighborhood, bless the Irish and their woodwork. He left a message on Gail's machine and stashed 50 grand in his mother's account. When he got settled in he'd send his address. Palm Beach, maybe, hustle the widows. Or Tempe. He heard it was nice in Tempe.
Tom Larsen was a journeyman printer for twenty years before scrapping it all for the writer's life. His work has appeared in Newsday, New Millennium Writing and Antietam Review. His short story "Lids" was included in Best American Mystery Stories – 2004. Tom and his wife Andree lived for ten years in the Pennsport section of South Philadelphia. "The Lip" is one of six stories from his South Philly collection "Downtown". His first novel "Flawed" will be released this fall.
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Portman-CMC Team Enters Final Stages of Master Plan for Miami Beach Convention Center
Tomorrow, Portman-CMC will present its final master plan design for the Miami Beach Convention Center District, which will include plans for the convention center, hotel, open spaces, retail, cultural and entertainment uses.
The plan will demonstrate unique benefits to residents, businesses and visitors. A key design element of Portman-CMC's plan is to bring the concept of the town square to life and to make it uniquely Miami Beach.
"Our final plan brings a very different approach to convention center planning and creates a space that is wholly unique to Miami Beach," said Ambrish Baisiwala, CEO of Portman Holdings. "For the last several months, we've worked closely with the City and listened intently to the community to finalize our proposal for a world-class convention center district. The plan we will present is a culmination of this collaborative process."
The team recently submitted its Letter of Intent (LOI) to the City of Miami Beach, a document that lays out the business and management terms of its proposed plan. The LOI reflects ongoing dialogue with the City staff and officials, and outlines how each team proposes to work with the City to determine financing, management and land leases – among other business factors. The LOI is also significant because it will be the basis for the next phase of negotiation between the City and the selected developer to create the financial and business relationship.
"One of the key areas we focused on was making public financing for the project responsible and sustainable, minimizing cost and risk to the City's pocketbook. For example, no new taxes and less bonding in order to finance the convention center improvements and expansion, as well as associated parking and infrastructure improvements," said Baisiwala. "Additionally, our plan fast-tracks construction and phasing, shaving at least a year off of what many would consider the duration of this project, in an attempt to generate a faster return on revenues for the City."
Tomorrow's community meeting will be held from 10:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. in the Flamingo Ballroom of Hall C at the Miami Beach Convention Center. Following the presentation, the City will open the floor to the community for comments.
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Anonymous Sources Reveal That Facebook May Introduce FB Coin In Q3, 2019
The very secretive cryptocurrency token by the social networking giant Facebook could go live as soon as Q3 2019, as reported by Bloomberg on May 8. In addition, Facebook is hiring PayPal staff ahead of the alleged launch.
For about a year or so, rumors have suggested Facebook has been romancing with blockchain and payments aimed at Asian markets. Fueling the rumor mill further, anonymous sources told the publication that the social media giant could launch its own token as soon as Q3 2019.
The initial rumored were penned after the company began hiring a dedicated blockchain team last year, under the auspices of David Marcus, a former president of PayPal. Around 20% of the team's 50 members currently hail from PayPal, a situation quite similar to the so-called "PayPal Mafia" executive group of the early 2000s.
Recognized as a pioneer in the then-nascent e-payments arena, the PayPal group included now famous entrepreneurs with a penchant for cryptocurrencies, such as Elon Musk, Reid Hoffman and Peter Thiel.
As reported earlier, the secretive cryptocurrency by Facebook will likely be a stablecoin dubbed FB Coin. As per sources last week, the company was in talks with Visa and MasterCard regarding the venture and investments totaling $1 billion. Moreover, a further source revealed that Facebook had acquired the "Libra" trademark for the token that will purportedly be pegged to the U.S. dollar and have a range of applications.
Facebook has declined to comment on the developments. In related news, Facebook has revised its policies over Cryptocurrency And Blockchain Related Materials, allowing Ads pertaining to blockchain tech, industry news, as well as events and educational materials for cryptocurrencies could now be displayed on Facebook without prior approval.
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Going the Extra Mile: Louisiana Native Follows up on Flood Outreach
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Going the Extra Mile: Louisiana Native Follows up on Flood OutreachAdam HouserSeptember 9, 2016 September 9, 2016
Several weeks ago Louisiana was hit with the worst storm since hurricanes Rita and Katrina. CFACT previously highlighted the efforts of our own Graham Beduze, a Lafayette, Louisiana native who sacrificed his time and energy to help out his neighbors in the historic flooding. Graham met up with other local good Samaritans and went around town helping strangers clear damaged rooms, hand out water, and repair and replace dry wall and appliances.
Soon after that, Kids Karousel Academy in New Orleans heard about Graham's passion and efforts and wanted to give back as well. "They told me that they had a lot of children's clothing to give away. So I made the drive to NOLA and met 'em in person," Graham said. "I wasn't expecting a dozen huge trash bags filled to the top with new kids' clothes. But I took it all and promised them the people could make use of them."
Graham and some local neighbors and friends hit the streets and found one family in particular that needed new clothing for their children after the disaster. Nick Trosclair, a father to four children with a fifth on the way said, "it is really awesome to see groups like CFACT and other organizations helping out in Louisiana. Thank you and Kids Karousel Academy for the generous donations, these items will be put to good use."
A large amount of the donation also went to a local free Goodwill project specifically designated to helping Louisiana flood victims.
"I'm glad that we were able to follow up with our efforts," Graham added. "Seeing the look on the face of the family we helped was very meaningful. In a tragedy like this you feel so helpless; you just want to help in any way you can. The least I could do is try to ensure that dozens more families will be helped by our donation to Goodwill's flood relief program as well. A huge shout out to the Kids Karousel Academy for making this all possible. It was really big of them."
According to USA Today the total amount of rainfall over the affected areas came to about 52.7 feet. Over 60,000 homes were damaged. That, combined with the losses to infrastructure and businesses, brought the total cost of the damage into the millions.
Many of the citizens affected were without flood insurance and lost nearly everything. Despite the gravity of the disaster, the mainstream media has greatly shunned the plight of thousands and coverage has been scarce. The only exception was the attempt by the New York Times to use the horrific tragedy to push a political climate alarmist agenda, until President Obama finally visited the area.
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The Menu for Hope III campaign has been a great success this year, and there has been over $60,000 raised for the UN Food Programme! Wow, great job Chez Pim for putting together a great food blogging community effort! Thanks Kalyn for making it happen for the Central USA (where I live)!
Remember, it is never to late to give what you can. You can always log onto the UN Food Programme website and donate directly to them, or just go to your favorite charitable organization and give. There is a bigger world view than that out of my window. Recent Nobel Peace Laureates Muhammad Yunus, Wangari Maathai, Shirin Ebadi, Jimmy Carter, Kofi Annan, and ones from that past such as the 14th Dalai Lama, Mother Teresa, and Martin Luther King, Jr all have linked Peace with the ending of human rights violations, hunger and poverty. This message has been spoken year after year for at least 50 years at the annual Nobel Peace Lecture. I suspect that these bright minds know something bigger than my world view.
Thank You for contributing to the Menu for Hope III! Even the smallest contribute counts because it all adds up.
Carmine's in New York opened in 1990, and is the answer to the restaurant theme of "family style Italian". That is get a few expensive dishes, they are huge and share with the table. They opened in the Theater district, catering to large groups who want a decent meal, not spend a total arm and a leg, and feel good before heading to the next big Broadway production. Shortly following Carmine's success, Boston opened Vinny T's (aka Vinny Testas) because how could the famed Boston North End Italians be outdone by New York City? What the rest of the USA has is the chain called Buca di Peppo, which is found in most suburban sprawl areas of the USA, and quite absent from New York City and Boston. I am sure BdP would not last a second in NYC or Boston with the big dogs in the yard. The difference between Carmine's and BdP is that there is someone in the kitchen who really cares about the essence, quality, taste, feel, brand, style, presentation, and delivery of good food to the table at Carmine's. It is not just kitchy with the big platters meant to share, but it is about bringing a feeling of an entire group or family dining experience where party members interact in a foodie-happy way. Carmine's gives he illusion of what family dining should be, or a little throw-back to Leave It to Beaver. The question was when we got to the Bahamas, was Carmine's going to deliver?
The answer, I think Carmine's Bahamas delivered. We started with a bread basket which was carefully arranged in the kitchen, so I got a perfect pretty picture. There was one onion focaccia square that was very tasty, and I ate 2 pieces. Our evening got of to a good start.
Our table started with a stuffed artichoke and baked clams. The artichoke was tough to eat daintily, but the stuffing had good flavor while I tried to scrape off the inner edible portion of the artichoke leaf and not get artichoke juice down my chin. The baked clams has a similar stuffing on the clam, and they were much easier to eat.
The next dish we got for the table was shrimp parmesan, similar to what one would think of as veal parmesan, chicken parmesan, or eggplant parmesan, but this one was made with shrimp. The lightly breaded shrimp was fried, then covered in red sauce and melted mozzarella. This was an interesting dish because the shrimp flavor was kind-of dwarfed by the strong sauce and cheese flavor.
For our main dishes we got one pasta dish Penne ala Vodka. From the resident New Yorkers at the table, they said this dish compares exactly to what you would get in New York. This dish is a tomato cream and vodka sauce with all the alcohol boiled off. The penne was perfectly al dente in a way that I find difficult to achieve at home. I mean, the pasta was the perfect al dente! Someone in the kitchen either cares about what is being sent out to the client, or they are really reallly really good at following exacting directions.
The second dish we got was veal saltimbocca. This dish had a generous portion of spinach under a lot of veal slices with a rich brown gravy and melted mozzarella on top. I have never had veal saltimbocca before, and this tasted good, the texture was excellent, and I liked the spinach. All in all, I was surprised at the quality of the food. In my mind, the Bahamas is not known for its culinary excellence, but Carmine's delivered.
One thing I did notice about the Carmine's website menu and prices vs the current menu and prices is that the current menu is about 25% more than what you see on the website, so something on the website for $30 is really about $40. It is also the Atlantis Resort and all of its 36 restaurant's policy to automatically add 15% tip to any bill, no matter how small or large your dining party is. I think that is fair because our service where ever we ate was like that of any 5-star restaurant in the USA, but the service was nicer and less snooty in the Bahamas. The Bahamas is a separate nation from the USA, so there are different rules for worker compensation I am sure. I am sure that the Atlantis Resort takes its share of that 15% tip, leaving the workers with a lot less than what they really worked for. We always left some extra tip in hopes that the cash would go home with the employee, not the "house". The economic disparity on the island is acute. There seems to be huge gated compounds along the water, which I was told are owned by Barry Bonds, Tiger Woods, Sean Connery, Michael Jordan, etc., and then in the center of the island is the working poor. Leaving extra tip money isn't going to change the disparity today, but as Nobel Peace Prize Laureate Muhammad Yunus started out, he gave less than USA $1 to help end the cycle of poverty for one working poor person.
It is my blog's 1st Birthday! Hurray! It has been fun sharing my food adventures with you. I am always looking for really good food from an all American favorite hot dog to excellently prepared toro tuna with saffron and truffles. I hope to be able to share a lot more food adventures for many years to come.
For the second year in a row, we left the rat race of our lives for a tropical setting for Xmas. We went to paradise, as many people would call it. This is what we saw.
This is one of the many fish we saw in the water. We saw lots of fish of pretty colors, and some sharks too.
We saw some seagulls on the beach. This one found a piece of coconut and seems to be feeling rather proud of that.
Here I am sitting on the beach, looking out to the ocean. I think I was thinking that this place is rather nice.
Stay tuned for more of my Xmas adventures in paradise.
Ok, at one time, along time ago, when I was young, in my 20s, and many lbs lighter, I used to make cookies. I used to make cookies using my Great-Aunt Isabelle's recipes of hand sifted flour, real butter, and the best fruits and chocolates. Great-Aunt Isabelle had terrible arthritis in her fingers and hands, and she never complained about the pain when she was sifting, stirring, and rolling out the dough. Everything she baked was lovingly done by hand. In the honor of her memory, I made her cookies. Anyway, these days, my friends and myself are older, many lbs heavier, and avoiding the sweets as best as we can. The last time I think I made a real cookie was 4 yrs ago.
For one reason and another, I was making cookies to take to functions, so I cheated. I got a roll Pillsbury sugar cookie dough, and was considering what to do with it. I have never cheated at cookies before, as I feel like I am letting down my Great-Aunt Isabelle. There is nothing like a real butter cookie, especially the one my Great-Aunt made. So, I embarked on this pre-made cookie dough affair. I had to do something to help along these cookies that are generic and manufactured. I thought Chocolate! Everyone loves Chocolate!
I took out a large very good 70% chocolate bar, and I hand cut up the bar until it was small little pieces like chocolate sprinkles. I added a shake of cinnamon and cayenne and I was in business. I cut up the dough into small size pieces, like the size of bouncing balls you get for $0.25 in the toy vending machines at the grocery store, then I rolled them in the chocolate, cinnamon and cayenne pepper mix.
These are what the cookies looked like. They were light, airy, and had a nice coating of excellent chocolate on the outside, that melted in the fingers of those who ate them. There was a light cinnamon tone to them, but I did not add enough cayenne pepper, so the chocolate flavor aftertaste was not enhanced by the cayenne. Next time, more pepper. When we, and and all of our friends meet our New Years resolution of losing wt, I will embark on making cookies the way my Great-Aunt Isabelle would have made them.
Menu of Hope III has less than one week left (Dec 22) before the "Raffle Ticket" booth for fabulous prizes closes. In one short week, donations just tipped $23,000 (aka MYR 82,500), blowing last years total (about $17,000) right out of the water! This is amazing, just amazing!
Please go to the Menu of Hope III giving website http://www.firstgiving.com/menuforhopeIII for a chance to donate funds to the UN World Food Programme.
For more exact information, visit Chez Pim http://chezpim.typepad.com/ for more information. Also check back to Chez Pim on about January 15th for results of the super duper Menu of Hope III!
Thank you for being a charitable foodie!
I wanted to get a strip of char siu, red roasted pork (Masak-Masak gets the good stuff) from a Chinese market on Upper Charlotte. I had not been to this market in about a year, but they had the real deal Chinese prepared meat case with char siu, roasted pork and roasted duck hanging from hooks, so you can see exactly what you are buying. This was very San Francisco or New York of this market! When the owner opened this market about 3-4 years ago, I was so happy to finally see a Chinese Market in town. I had been to every market up on Charlotte, Nolensville, Murphreesboro Rd, and Antioch, and no dice for me. My quest for real good Chinese food in Nashville was on-going for years (and others, see Running Gags who feels my pain), I had almost given up hope, and then this shop owner opened the market to my delight! Most other Asian markets in my town are Korean, Vietnamese, or multi-national, and just don't carry some of the uniquely Chinese ingredients or have the Chinese prepared meats. It is great if you want to make Korean or Vietnamese food, but not so good for specific Chinese ingredients.
Anyway, to my horror, after fighting rush hour traffic of the surface roads heading west towards Upper Charlotte (about 5 mi/hr as there is always a wreck during rush hour right outside St Thomas Hospital, yet the ambulance always seems to come from somewhere else and take the crash victims to another hospital...) -- I got to the my Chinese market to find that it has become a Mexican grocery with a Mexican diner attached to it. I felt a bit PISSY after being in traffic for an hour (only 5 miles from my work), it is now 6:30 pm, and I am not even close to having any food in hand to make dinner. The next best Asian Market for Chinese ingredients is back towards my office (another 5 miles) and now the traffic is going the towards town with people wanting to go out on-the-town. I get back to Lao Trading Co., and they were thinking about closing for night, there was guy with the key in door waiting for customers to leave, and then the ladies nod me in because they recognize me. They knew I usually run through the store quick to pick up a few things, and depart quickly, so I would not hold them up for closing time.
This time I pick up a pack of NOH Seasoning. Nate, from East Asia, claimed that red pork is easy, just get a package of the red seasoning, and follow the directions on the pouch. Note, easier said than done. The NOH Seasoning was the closest pack I could find, and on the top it said for duck and "ALSO FOR MAKING CHINESE ROAST PORK". I am thinking "Baby, I got it going now!" I paid my $1, thanked the ladies, and ran to the car. It was some time after 7 pm, and I went to Green Hills to buy pork, I was lacking sanity at this point, and I fought pre-X-Mas mall traffic, to pick up pork. What was I thinking? I should have just gone to Brentwood, 10 miles away in the wrong direction, and it would have been quicker than the 2 miles of Lexus and BMW SUV traffic driven by over extended soccer moms on cell phones trying to jockey for parking position.
So I got some thinnly sliced pork chops, and I get home at about 8 pm. I was exhausted, and I still had dinner to make, and this vision of char siu dancing or obsessing in my mind. I was determined to make this red pork! So there! I followed the directions on the NOH Seasoning pouch, and let the pork marinate for 30 minutes. The pork wasn't red, but I thought maybe the pork will turn red once I cooked it. I pop it into the oven, and 30 minutes later it was after 9 pm an then TA DA! NO RED CHAR SUI PORK! AHHHH!
The pork chop was juicy and cooked all the way through, and that was good. The NOH Seasoning had good flavor. I presented my Russian Service Plate as the pork on top of a lump of short grain brown rice, next to sliced mango, sliced pineapple, romaine lettuce greens, and a leftover slice of canned pineapple. The dinner was good, but it ain't no Char Siu Red Pork!
What have I learned? I gotta go to San Francisco, New York, Hong Kong, or Malaysia more often if I want Char Siu pork because it ain't happening here!
Every year, Food Bloggers from all over the world get together for a fundraising campaign. We call our campaign 'Menu for Hope'. Last year, we raised $17,000 to help UNICEF.
This year, Menu for Hope III raises funds to support the UN World Food Programme. To us Food Bloggers, food is a joy. On our blogs, we celebrate food as a delight and even an indulgence. Unfortunately, many others who share our world do not share that privilege. For them, food is a matter of survival. This "Menu for Hope" is our small way to help.
Together we've come up with a great list of amazing food related prizes for this raffle. Click here to view the prizes. Each US$10 donation will buy you one virtual raffle ticket toward a prize of your choice.
1. Choose a prize or prizes of your choice from our Menu for Hope.
2. Go to the donation site at http://www.firstgiving.com/menuforhopeIII and make a donation.
Check back on Chez Pim on January 15 for the results of the raffle.
I don't know much about Vietnamese food, but I do know I like Kien Giang a lot. We are lucky to have a few Vietnamese restaurants in Nashville, and Kien Giang is the one with the most longevity. Kien Giang is owned by a Vietnamese family, is located in a modest "dead" strip mall, has little ambience to speak of, and diners must get there by 8:30 pm and be ready to order and be ready to leave at 9 pm, when Kien Giang closes. We made that mistake once, we tried to get food at 8:45 pm, and we were turned away due to the lack of time to be able to have the food prepared and eaten within 15 minutes. There are some nights that I do want to go to Kien Giang, but it is already 8:30 pm, and I have to give up that dream for another day. For me, it is worth following all the rules at Kien Giang because this little restaurant is tasty, inexpensive, and family owned.
I always like to start my meal with fresh spring rolls. The rolls have rice noodles, lettuce, mint, thinly slice pork and shrimp, and the dipping sauce is a hoisin and peanut sauce. They are fresh, inexpensive (about $2.50 for 2 rolls), and I just love these rolls. I have tried to make this at home, the basic idea is easy, but to get the rolls to be consistently is difficult. It is apparent that the chef has made many of thousands of these.
I generally go to Kien Giang when I feel like treating myself to a meal out, but have little money in my walllet. I usually stick to entrees that are less than $6, and in my opinion, I think the entrees that are less than $6 are the tastiest, freshest, and "all that". My favorites are binh mi bi - a pork po-boy with great French bread, banh xeo - Happy Pancake, and vermicelli - rice noodles over a bed of lettuce, mint and peanuts and a light sweet and sour sauce. When I get the vermicelli, I usually get the toppings of charred red pork and fried egg roll. It is the one I like the best, and I ask, what is there not to love about it? I have not ventured to any other Vietnamese restaurant in Nashville because I know I can get a consistently good meal at Kien Giang.
As for a lot of good ethnic restaurants in Nashville, Kien Giang is tucked into a hard to find place. It is in the old Kroger Shopping plaza on upper Charlotte, on the south side of Charlotte, and is where Charlotte turns from 2 lanes outbound to one lane. It is now also sharing the plaza with USA Self Storage and K&S Market.
We are having record cold temperatures here (low of 16F) and everytime the weather gets cold, I like to make chili. Here are some of my ingredients. I put them all into the crock pot over night, and ta-da, it is ready to pack in a tupperware for lunch.
What I normally put into my chili is fresh chorizo, Boca Burger faux ground beef, lean ground beef, garlic, pablano pepper, onion, mushrooms, tomatoes, small red beans, a whole dried ancho, garlic, salt, pepper, cumin, chili seasoning, dried ancho powder, ground annatto, dried red pepper flakes, some red wine, and some stock.
I am pressed for time usually with work and running taking up most of my time, and that leaves me being a lazy cook. Thank goodness for crockpot cooking to save me time, and provide me with delicious food. So, I woke up in the morning, stuck some red beans into some water, and went to work. I got home from work, drained the soaked beans, diced up the veggies, and tossed them into the crockpot with all the other spices and ingredients and turned the crock on low. The next day, I asked, "Is it soup yet?" And it was. Yum! A nice winter meal that cooked itself.
OK, so this post is seemingly a little late, seeing that the 19th Annual Nashville Greek Festival was September 8-10. The Nashville Greek Festival is offered by the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church, on the south side of Nashville. This festival is as much a part of Nashville as wayward guitar players looking for a country music gig. We wait all year long for a taste of the Greek Festival food because the food made at the festival is made by expert cooks from the parish. Many cooks are little old ladies who have a hard time getting around, and really want to participate in their church and the festival, so they offer their family's old recipes and their expert culinary skills to make Greek food for this popular annual event. I dream of the Greek Festival Food all summer long, and I wish we could get this lovingly made food all year long. NOW, read on to the end of my blog entry, as my wish came true!
On September 9th, we got to the Greek Festival just at 5 pm for an early dinner. Look at the crowd, these people were thinking the same thing! Gotta get there early to taste all the yummy food!
We started with dolmathes, stuffed grape leaves with rice and mint leaf. These are made with olive oil and lemon juice on top. These 5 dolmathes basic flavors of grape leaves, rice, mint, olive oil and lemon are a classic combination that has worked through the ages. Perfect. I could eat a hundred of these and as happy as a pig in s**t.
We got to two types of fyllo pies: spanakopita and chees-akopita. These are hand made by the fantastic cooks at the Greek Orthodox Church, and these are NOT manufactured. The piled high layers of fyllo and olive oil are baked up crisp, and the filling of spinach, onion and feta is just enough to make one say "AHHH! Delicous!" The texture of the crispy fyllo dough and the soft and comforting spinach filling play off each other like Edgar Myer and Bela Fleck do for their duets. Again, I could eat a hundred of these too, and be happier than a pig in s**t.
The plates of dinner we usually get are moussaka and pastitsio. What is pictured above is the moussaka with a side of pole beans and flat bread. This moussaka is made with ground beef eggplant, cheese and beshamel sauce. Everything is always better with bashamel. The eggplant is very tender, and melted in my mouth. The pastitsio was made with inch or longer pasta tubes that look like hollow pencils. I was told that no good pastitsio cook would ever use elbow pasta because the elbow shape does not allow for the cooking heat and sauce to flow through the dish correctly, and the overall texture in the end will not be right. All I can say is that the moussaka and pastitsio at the Nashville Greek Festival defines the best of the Greek-American comfort food that you can get anywhere.
Dessert, well Baklava is always the one that is associated with Greek food. The Baklava is made with lots of butter, sugar or honey and nuts like pistachios, wrapped in butter and fyllo. There high energy and expensive ingredients must have been a special food offering by only the wealthy from 1000s of years ago. Interestingly enough, Baklava 's origin has been claimed by many regions from the Persian Gulf to far East Asia. What people would not want to claim this special, rich and scrumptious delight? No matter where the the origin is, the Baklava recipe is proof of the rich history of trade for 10,000 years from Eastern Europe to East Asia. Every time I eat Baklava, I feel the history in the core of my being.
I just added this photo of the Nashville Greek Festival petting zoo with a chicken, goose and bunny. I missed the chicken as it was running to the corner of the pen, trying to hide from the kids wanting to pet it.
This is a picture of my frozen mousska that I picked up on Saturday December 2nd! Yes folks, after 19 years of the fine people of Nashville calling all year round to the Greek Orthodox Church, asking for festival food to go, the Greek Orthodox Church has decided to make the food available all year long! YAY! Call 615-333-1047 to find out when the social hall is open, and all the food is frozen and waiting for the oven!
YIPPPEEE! I get to have the best Nashville has to offer and delicious moussaka, pastitsio, and spanakopita all year long! Thank you cooks of the Nashville Greek Orthodox Church! I love you and your food! I will be stopping by as often as I can!


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**2000 - Marcellus Wiley** -------------------------- Marcellus Wiley had 65 total tackles, 12 tackles for loss, 10.5 sacks, and 3 forced fumbles in the 2000 season. Today, his charity "'Project Transition' provides leadership training to at-risk youth with the goal of creating tomorrow's thought leaders." (via MarcellusWiley.com)
Bills Legend Marcellus Wiley will make his way back to New Era Field this Sunday as the team's 'Leader of the Charge.' In anticipation of his arrival, buffalobills.com caught up with Wiley to find out more about his time spent playing in Buffalo, his budding second career in media, his family life and more.
1. When you played here, who was the hardest person you had to go against?
That's a great question. At my position? I actually avoided him, thank God there was a Bruce Smith on my team, but Tony Boselli…When Tony Boselli and Bruce had their little rivalry – I think it was short lived…obviously Tony did well in the league as an offensive tackle [but] it was short lived because of his injury] but him and Bruce in the playoff game, Jacksonville versus Buffalo, they went at it. So, when I got there, I knew that they had to go at it some more and I was so thankful because I was like, 'I'm a young player trying to learn my way around this league, trying to learn from you Bruce. The last thing I need to do is go into a warfare with you and your rival and be in any part of that.' Not saying I threw in the white flag, but I was thankful I got to go against the other offensive tackle – Leon Searcy, who was no weakling himself, but he certainly wasn't Boselli in that moment.
2. Who was your funniest teammate?
By far Ted Washington. Ted Washington was hilarious. I almost felt bad being around Ted at times because I feel like the friend who just laughed at everything he said, and he probably got annoyed at it and I was younger than him…He just cracked me up. Of all the guys I played with, he was the one that reminded me most of my family, so he just was a jokester. I remember we would be in the elevator and he would mumble words to a point that we understood it but all the other people who weren't on the team, or didn't know Ted, couldn't comprehend it. That used to crack me up. It could be the mayor…it didn't matter…he would just mumble something, and we would sit there crying. So, Ted was my guy.
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3. Did you have any pregame rituals when you were here?
One of them was I had to laugh to fight the anxiety, to fight the pressure, to fight the nervousness. I always had to remind myself that I started this game as kid and I just had fun. It wasn't about wins and losses. It was about the process and how well I performed, and did I do my best to try and help my teammates be their best and then just let the chips fall where they may. You could get lost in so many other levels of the game. You could be focused on did we win or lose. Hey, I won games that we didn't play well, and I lost games, that we really did well.
So, I always tried to remind myself of the foundation of which I played for and that was just to have fun out there and work your butt off. I was a guy that had to remind myself of my origin. Laughter was always the thing I loved to do. It wasn't about what sock I put on or which way did I drive to the stadium [and] did I see the same fan and do the same handshake. It was simply make sure you find a moment before this game starts and get a laugh in and remind yourself, it's just a game, do your best and move forward.
4. What was your favorite thing about playing in Buffalo?
The 'Fandemonium.' How much they [the fans] were invested in us as a team – everywhere you went. I remember we used to go to the bank, and this was before direct deposit so you actually had to take your check into the bank, which was always a weird thing because we had some good checks…If you walked in there the week of a loss and you still tried to cash that check, I remember at my bank, they'd laugh, they'd give me hell, they'd delay giving me my deposit slip and we would really talk football. I'm sitting there like, they care so much! She's like, 'Look I can get fired over this, but I don't care. I need to talk to you about third down.' I'm like, 'What is going on? This is amazing.'
It was amazing and refreshing because everyone cared. You know, in Buffalo especially, priority number one is how are those Bills doing. So, to be a Bill, actually one of those members of that team everyone cared [about], I loved the fun, I loved the admiration [and] I loved the respect.
5. Is there anyone on the Bills now or around the NFL that reminds you or yourself as a player?
I played with energy [and] lightheartedness, but certainly put my work in. I also just liked bringing personality. For some reason, I keep thinking of like a JuJu Smith-Schuster. I keep thinking of him. You can tell that he's like, 'I'm loving this. I don't know about you guys but yeah obviously I'm working like everyone else, but I don't have to show you my work, I'm just doing well.' Then he has this bigger than life personality outside the game and I was accused of being the guy that had as much going on off the field, as he did on the field. People were always like, 'How is he balancing this out?' It wasn't really hard to do until the injuries started to mount up and I couldn't play as well, but I think JuJu Smith-Schuster. He's a youngster, but he reminds me of a lot of the same personality.
6. What is the biggest lesson that you learned from playing in the NFL?
I would sum it up with this adage because I'm so much better in so many ways from playing football as a person. I'm tougher than I ever thought I could be, but the NFL tests you. It will try and break you but if you survive it, you're so much stronger. So, 'It's not more than you can handle, it's just more than you expected.' That made me tougher.
I went through the process of there are times that you have a surgery and don't know if you can perform, the team's not doing well [and] you don't know if you're going to turn the corner and win again. We were 0-3 one year and ended up making the playoffs and being 10-6. It's not more than you can handle being 0-3, or whatever things were thrown my way. It's not more than you can handle, it's just more than what you expected. If you're able to survive that, you're able to show your character [and] preserve in those moments, you come out so much stronger and prepared for the real world.
7. You've had quite a successful career after the NFL. How did you decide the path you wanted to take with broadcasting and now as an author? Is that stuff that you always wanted to do, or did it develop as you started to consider your post-football career?
I think it was certainly an evolution. Originally, I got to thank Buffalo for doing some initial work [there]. I had a show on in Buffalo, a weekly show. Boy, this is so pre-social media thank God, this is pre-YouTube thank God, where they used to come to my house and I would host a cooking segment and do interviews and I would sit there and rap. I was freestyle rapping on the show. I was talking about X's and O's. I would cook at times and I always had this love affair with the media because one, I respected their job. I didn't come from big business football, major college football. I came from Columbia a small school. So, when I met the media for the first time as a pro, as a rookie, I loved to tell my story.
I loved to tell then what the game felt like as a rookie. I loved to tell them what it felt like to be in this locker room and one of those cherished 53 members, but a lot of my teammates didn't…They were there to play football and very little else. But I was there to play football and everything else. I think that really separated me from other players and that passion just kept growing, that respect kept growing for the media and when I was done I had tremendous relationships and a love for what the media did. So, I just parlayed that into a career.
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8. Do you have any advice for current NFL athletes?
Yes, I do. First of all, don't say hello, when it's time to say goodbye. Coach used to always say that. Don't wait until you're at the end to say 'Hey! I'm here. Let me network and think about what's next.' You have to think about 'next' now. I mean it's okay. You're not undermining your football efforts by thinking about what could be next or what's the safety net after football. It's okay to have more than one thing to focus on. You're able to prioritize and make sure you handle your business. To me, players wait to the end to act like now they realize that their career's going to end. It's a means to an end. Football will come to an end, no matter how great you are and the game will continue to go and grow.
I remember one time we were in the locker room and our coach drew a picture of the shield on the actual whiteboard and it was just a five-inch copy of the NFL shield and he's like, 'I want all of you guys to come in here and realize one thing in this league' and he grabbed some offensive tackle. [The] dude was like 6-7, 340 [pounds], something huge. He's like, 'Come here' and he stood next to the shield that he drew that was only five inches tall…and he's like, 'I'm going to tell you which one of these is bigger – that five-inch shield. That shield right there is bigger than this guy. Matter of fact, this shield is bigger than all you guys.'
So, the game is going to be there, and you got to get as much as you can out of it and I want guys to realize that they need to think about that in the now before it's too late.
9. Now that you're not in the NFL, what's your favorite hobby outside of work?
Rest in peace to my favorite hobby. I think a lot of Buffalo people would remember, I used to DJ. I DJed all these major events – Kanye West, Outkast concerts, Kenny Chesney, Run-DMC, major Super Bowl events, the ESPY parties, NBA All-Stars – you name it, I've done it. And I finally, I won't say retired, but I am so selective that I might as well say I'm retired. I don't DJ to the same intensity. So, rest in peace to my DJing, but my favorite hobby is…the best most fulfilling thing I do – I hang out with my family. In particular, my little three-year-old boy. That little critter, I mean he makes every moment, from waking up with him at 6:30 to when he gets home from school and [I] put him in bed at 8 o'clock at night [is great].
It's weird because when you play football, even before you get to the pro ranks, you're so invested. You almost block out family perspectives, family life, friendships because I got to grind. I got to get this. And when you get there, you have to put even more work in. I wasn't able to be there every single moment of the day for my daughter. I wasn't there all the time for my sister, for my family. I was out there trying to make it happen in terms of my dreams, but now that I'm in my second career and I have this opportunity to stay still, not travel, be in one place always there consistent, I just love being a father. I love being a husband. I love coming home and doing nothing but doing everything with them. So, that's my new hobby. I'm doing nothing but doing everything.
10. What is your favorite vacation spot?
My wife laughs at me because she's like, 'You don't like to go anywhere' and she's right. I traveled for a living when I became a pro and then after that, my early days at ESPN, I was on the road a lot. But my favorite spot? Toronto is my favorite place outside of LA. My favorite vacation spot…is probably Costa Rica because they have the natural hot springs…they have Jacuzzis, saunas built into the mountainside. You would just literally walk around in Costa Rica and on the side of the mountain there's this little puddle of water that's bubbling from the volcanic reaction but it's a hot tub…and there's hundreds of them, thousands of them. You're like 'This is insane!' You just walk down the street, hop into somebody's hot tub but no one owns it. It's part of the landscape, so I'll go with Costa Rica, but the Bahamas are beautiful as well.
11. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Tacos with ketchup, every single day. To the point where I had them last night…but I am a fanatic for tacos and ketchup. Homemade tacos, with the grease coming down the elbow, the cheese melted into the ground chicken, hard fried shells, corn. Oh my God. The lettuce, tomatoes and then you throw that ketchup on top – heaven. It's kind of an LA thing I've heard but hey, most people that try it are pleasantly surprised.
12. If they were making a movie about your life, who would you want to play you?
I'm going to flatter myself if I answer this, so I am going to say Idris Elba. But he has to double in size and he probably has to look a little worse as a person and pack on the weight, but Idris Elba would be amazing. I always respected him as an actor and you know, they play with the dimensions in Hollywood. He could look bigger than he is. You just have to cast small around him, but Idris Elba would be amazing…
13. If you could live for one day in the past or one day in the future, which would you choose?
The past. I would and I'm not too proud to say I have regrets [but] I would go right back to when I got hurt in San Diego. It's in my book but a lot of people don't know that things were going so well for me and they were going well incrementally. So, it was the best way to learn. [It] went from zero sacks, to three, to five, to 10 to 13, but I kept getting hurt. And I was doing that, despite being hurt and when you put up those numbers people respect you but I'm like 'God, I could be so much better if I just was healthy.'
…I got hurt after my 13-sack year in San Diego and then that year I got hurt, I remember the moment. It was a game against New England. It was our fourth game and I already had three sacks and I never had three sacks in four games, so I was like 'Yo, I'm ready. This is going to be my best year!' Then I got hurt. I would go back to that moment and say, because you're hurt, shut it down…I wish I would've shut it down that year and came back perfectly healthy going forward. Instead, I came back. I rushed it again. I came back not the same and I never, ever was able to attain that level of health or production again.
14. What is your favorite musical artist or band?
My favorite band is Outkast. Forevermore. I just love them. I got a chance to actually go to their concert and hangout with them and go on stage with them. I'm a fanatic…that's my favorite group even though they haven't put out music in over a decade together, they still got my heart. Their message, how daring they were, how they stepped outside the box and how great their music was, that's my favorite group of all time.
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Born within the fort at Harrodsburg, Logan spent his early childhood in St. Asaphs Fort, receiving private instruction from his parents and tutors. He moved to Shelby County about 1798. He studied law, was admitted to the bar, and practiced. He was delegate to Kentucky's constitutional convention in 1799 and worked as a state commissioner in siting the new Barren County's seat of government (at Glasgow, a new settlement probably named for the Scottish hometown of Logan's father) the same year.
Logan was a member of the Kentucky House of Representatives from 1803 to 1806 and again in 1808, and served as speaker two terms. He was a judge of the court of appeals from 1808 to 1812. He was also a presidential elector in 1808, 1812, and 1816. Logan was elected as a Democratic Republican to the United States Senate and served from March 4, 1819 to May 28, 1820 when he resigned to run for Governor in 1820. (He did not succeed, instead serving as a commissioner of the Kentucky River Company.) Logan died at his residence in Shelby County on August 8, 1822 and was interred in the Logan family burial ground near Shelbyville.


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IF TEGAN LANE were alive today, she would be 13. Police have never found her body, but they believe they have finally gathered the evidence to prove her mother, Keli Lane, killed her soon after her birth in 1996.
It was one of three times Ms Lane, a national representative water polo player, gave birth without her partner, her family or her fellow athletes knowing.
Ms Lane, now 34, will face the Supreme Court in Sydney on December 4, charged with Tegan's murder, almost three years and nine months after a coroner concluded the missing girl was dead, but stopped short of calling it foul play.
Police would not reveal yesterday what new evidence, if any, had led to the murder charge. The Director of Public Prosecutions served the indictment, suggesting it had been considering the police case for some time.
Yesterday morning Ms Lane was at her home in Sydney's northern beaches. It is understood she is separated from her husband, whose name she used but which has been suppressed to protect the identity of their daughter. This girl is Ms Lane's fourth child - the only one she has raised.
Keli Lane was a 21-year-old water polo star when she gave birth to Tegan at Auburn Hospital in western Sydney on September 12, 1996.
Two days later, she left the hospital in a taxi at 2pm. Tegan has not been seen since.
At the conclusion of an inquest in February 2006, Coroner John Abernethy described the case as surreal. Ms Lane chose not to give evidence. Her barrister, Peter Hamill, SC, insisted Ms Lane was innocent and suggested Tegan was still alive.
Ms Lane was two days shy of her 20th birthday when she had her first child, a girl, at the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital in March 1995. She had cried when hospital staff brought her a cake.
On the hospital record she named the father as Duncan Gillies, a rugby player and her boyfriend at the time. But the inquest - starting nine years later - would hear he was not the father. Furthermore, he had no idea she had been pregnant.
Ms Lane gave up this girl for adoption and was soon back in the pool, training to represent Australia at the Junior Water Polo Championships in Canada.
Eighteen months later, she gave birth to Tegan. She was still with Mr Gillies. By now she had been spending four nights a week at his Gladesville home. Yet again, however, he did not notice she was pregnant, and he would tell the inquest this made him feel like a fool. They broke up in 1998, but he said he would never know if he was Tegan's father because Ms Lane had left hospital before DNA samples were taken.
It was not until May 1999 - with the arrival of Ms Lane's third child at Ryde Hospital - authorities started to ask questions. Where was Tegan?
Ms Lane had chosen to give up the third child. A Department of Community Services worker, processing this adoption, noted the hospital record of Tegan's birth, but no other paperwork.
Later, Ms Lane would tell Detective Senior Constable Richard Gaut that Tegan's father was Andrew Norris.
The first public appeal for Tegan came with the launch of the inquest in October 2004. As the close of the inquest in 2006, the coroner asked police to do more work on the case.
They had already checked school enrolments for all girls in Australia born on September 12, 1996. While they found a Tegan whose father was called Allen Norris, DNA tests proved she was not the one. Now police checked records for girls with different birthdays, but a similar age, in NSW. After the inquest the police's unsolved homicide unit went further and tried to find Tegan by checking records of all girls in Australia of her approximate age - close to 100,000.
On August 4 last year, police descended on Mr Gillies' former home at Gladesville, a quiet weatherboard house in Venus Street. They arrived with shovels and a DNA collection kit - and declaring their confidence they would find Tegan's remains. They found animal bones. It was their second search at the address.
It is not known if any other evidence was found or if new witnesses have come forward.
With no body, the case is expected to be run on circumstantial evidence.
The most senior prosecutor in the office of the Director of Public Prosecutions, Mark Tedeschi, QC, reviewed the case before the DPP, Nicholas Cowdery, decided to lay charges.
The DPP advised the unsolved homicides unit it had served the indictment for Tegan's murder. Ms Lane will have to appear in court on December 4, when prosecutors can apply for her to be given strict bail conditions or - less likely - imprisoned.
Ms Lane's lawyers did not return calls yesterday.


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Prey consists of insects and small mammals. One of my favorite photographic subjects.
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The interval between birth and weaning is brief in guinea pigs. They're among the easiest captive young to wean and the fastest to mature. For this reason, it's important to keep close track of their ages. Just a week can make a big difference.
If you decide to breed your female guinea pig, known as a sow, you must do so for the first time before she reaches the age of 7 months. After that, her pelvis starts fusing if she hasn't previously given birth, and she could die or suffer serious injury in any subsequent pregnancy. Sow pregnancy ranges from 63 to 70 days -- a long time for a rodent. Sows increase enormously in size while pregnant, often doubling their body weight.
When the sow delivers, the babies come fast and furious. She should deliver the entire litter within a half hour, based on the average of three or four babies per litter. At birth, baby guinea pigs, or pups, look like miniature versions of adults. They have hair and teeth, and they can see, born with their eyes open. They naturally nurse from their mother, but if she dies during birth or is otherwise unable to feed them, guinea pig pups can consume solid food.
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Osnovao ga je nadbiskup Vicko Zmajević kao sjemenište za svećenike glagoljaše. Već 1725. godine pisao je o ideji osnivanja sjemeništa koje će biti namijenjeno obrazovanju ilirskog (odnosno hrvatskog) svećenstva. Ta se zamisao počela ispunjavati 1735., kada je sagrađena zgrada uz nadbiskupsku palaču. Za otvaranje studija nedostajalo je novca. Otvaranje Zmajević nije doživio, te je Zmajevićevu zamisao dovršio nasljednik Splićanin Mate Karaman, koji je 1. svibnja 1748. otvario zadarsko ilirsko sjemenište (Collegium Illiricum).
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