America’s Unjust Justice System ~ Bryan Stevenson’s Ted talk ~ Please Lend Your Ears

Facebook does indeed have merit as an information source when such insightful pieces comes through the news feed. Bill Moyers’ site shared this online via What Matters Today  http://billmoyers.com/2013/03/28/wealth-not-culpability-shapes-outcomes-in-court/    If you’re not sure why you should take the time to listen to Bryan Stevenson, please take a chance and listen for a few minutes before moving on. Give this a chance because Stevenson is good, really good, and well worth twenty-four minutes of your time.

Can’t we create a better world for everyone?

There’s much more on important issues from poverty, prisons, to Keystone XL on Moyers and Comapny http://billmoyers.com/

Explore and engage at will.

 

 

Flicking Five Films From Friday & Foraging for Future Film Feasting

I can film veg with the best of them when so inclined to be disinclined to venture forth into winter nights and days. With complete honesty I rationalize and justify what others call wasting time with the verified claim that film vegging is a tried and true form of relaxation, stress relief and internal down time for more than a few people. Marathon movie viewing can be a very effective detox tool after excessive interaction with the insanity of this wonky world.  Some people go out and hang themselves out to dry with hard-drinking and drugs after a long hard work haul.  Not everyone finds that appealing. Some of us prefer not to kill our brain cells in order to shed the world’s toxic waste.  Why waste  time dying when there is the artistry of films for getting through the messiness of living? With the right mix of movies and music you can clear out a great deal of negative energy. With the wrong mix the negative flow can create a drowning river of doom and gloom. Anyone who has engaged in movie marathon viewing knows exactly what I’m talking about. Oh and by marathon we don’t mean three or four films. I’m talking about that close as your body will allow full press twenty-four film flowing for one, two , three days with not much more done than engagement with the small or large screen. Well, this has not been a marathon, just a warming up. Yeah, I think a marathon is marching onto my horizon. Contemplating kicking it off with all of Firefly leading to Serenity and then . . . well, this menu has not been fully planned just yet. I’m open to suggestions. Bring your BEST film recommendations.  What are your “Go To” films?

The seeds for this marathon were sown by chance over the weekend by brand new and old films. The positive and negative elements have made for a disconcerting mix.

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Awaken is available for free viewing on Hulu. It’s a very interesting treatment of getting beyond time, space, and place in order to connect with what’s truly important. Alex and Rachel may be some of the most intuitive and spiritual personages in a film set in the main stream culture against the background of a coffee-shop.  This is one of those rare films during which it can be hard not to smile, smile, smile even through the story’s sad shadows.  It’s a love story that defies the usual boundaries and presents a certain hopeful version of what’s possible when we awaken to a world of possibilities.  Oh, and it’s full of hope and love.

Awaken

Awaken – Dreams Movie starring Corey Sevier and Jordan Ladd

IMDb http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1894616/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

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The Young Savages

This 1961 film crossed my path by pure accident while I was channel surfing at night. Burt Lancaster popped up on the small screen in a scene I’d never seen before, so I stopped long enough to try to identify the film and got hooked. It didn’t hurt that there were fewer and shorter commercial breaks than Hulu inserts into films online.  The black and white film is a treat for those of us who are visual addicts. The acting is quite good. The topic and script are unsettling, disturbing and very relevant to contemporary issues. I’m not yet aware of where you can find this film in full online. The treatment of the gang mentality and racism provides a great deal of raw meat for discussion. What perhaps most disturbed me was the treatment of the Puerto Rican women, especially the slain boy’s sister. Though this film raises the topic of women turning to prostitution in order to support their family, the manner in which it is employed in the film’s courtroom context raises a host of other issues. As no trailer was on the tubes I selected this video, in part for its textual commentary.

The Young Savages

Joe Barry [Note: JB has provided some intriguing notes on YouTube regarding this film. the comments for this video may also be of some interest.]

For cast and more see IMDb http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055633/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

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Tomorrow is Forever came on directly after The Young Savages. The 1946 treat of another black and white film reeled me in as much as Orson Welles and Claudette Colbert.  That’s a lot of good stuff right? This is story of love lost and other love found. But it’s also a film about dishonesty, lies and deception–all done with the best of intentions. Yeah, let’s skip and trip our way to hell directly. I could argue that the closing scene reflects that with notion with the partly burned letter resting on the hearth in front of the fireplace. I’m sure plenty of people would agree with John’s choices, but I refuse to buy that all for your own good bullshit. Usually that comes back to bite someone in the ass when they least expect it–and gangrene often sets in. Oh yeah, let’s all go to war and send our sons there too. Even after we pay some damn high prices. That gleefully willing idealistic  cannon fodder theme does NOT work for me, but it might for others. Still, it’s worth viewing if you can find it.

Tomorrow Is Forever

Craig Steves

IMDb link http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0039041/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

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I found Sweet Land,  2005, thanks to Bear sharing clips of music and a delightful pie eating scene.  It’s a lovely love story about a German mail order bride, Elizabeth Reaser, coming to Norwegian community in America in 1920. It deals with the ethnic bigotry that has nothing to do with the color of a person’s skin but with politics, language, religion and culture. Oh my, if you don’t speak English–but German, Irish, Polish or Italian you can get in big trouble in the wrong places–even if you’re a beautiful young woman willing to work hard.  This is a quiet powder keg of a film which subtly takes on serious issues about human nature, greed, intolerance, values and  how “business and farming don’t mix.” Olaf, Tim Guinee, is a man with a certain depth, integrity, and strength seldom found in modern fellows. He doesn’t say much, buy when he does, it counts big time. The tenacity and determination of the couple, Olaf and Inge, as they bring in a harvest by hand and by themselves when they defy the dictates of the local priest and continue living and working the sweet land together offers lessons in transcendence and living in a state of grace. You can find the film in full on YouTube.

Sweet Land

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IMDb http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428038/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

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Okay, I saw this via a small group outing. Plenty of great scenery, lots of action and lots of leading up to the third part of the trilogy.  Smaug is a great dragon. It’s not a great film, but it delivers enough to satisfy fans awaiting the final part.

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug

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Ed Sheeran’s I See Fire accompanies the closing credits of The Hobbit and crediting Sheeran is presented up front.  I don’t see  how this could hurt Sheeran’s musical ambitions. His own songs are solid. His covers of others’ songs, such as Dylan’s Masters of War reveal the strength of his ability to breath new life into the creative work of others and make it distinctly his own.  So hats off to Peter Jackson for giving this young fellow a global spotlight. I hope to hear more and more of Sheeran over the long haul. It’s easy to find Sheeran’s music live and via album’s on YouTube.

I See Fire ~ Ed Sheeran

Warner Bros. Pictures

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So, what would your movie marathon menu line consist of if you were settling in for long weekend, or week, of round the clock films? Yeah, I really want to know because I’m gearing up and I’m hunting fresh film food for simmering in my brain-pan. Indie and foreign films are very welcome to this film feasting. Quirky is generally good. Fun is good. Thoughtful and insightful is very good.  Action is not snubbed as long as it’s not mindless.

 

 

Calling All Film Lovers: SOS–Save the Tivoli!

Click on the poster above to visit the Kickstarter page for Save The Tivoli.

Love your local independent theatre or lose it fast. The Tivoli theatre MUST go digital by or go dark because the industry demands it.  Even though everything works just fine, some folks need to make more dimes by forcing new techno toys on everyone else. Jerry Harrington explains all on the Kickstarter video while giving a tour of this wonderful film theatre treasure in Kansas City, Missouri’s Westport area.  This is a truly community based film theatre. Please help save it by sharing the news with others who support independent film and businesses.

Thank you,

Eva

from Tivoli Cinemas in Westport’s weekly newsletter:

 

As many of you already know, our SAVE THE TIVOLI campaign launched just a few days ago. The response has been heartwarmingly overwhelming! We’re humbled, appreciative and grateful for your support….and for the kind comments you’ve been sharing your pledges.
Visiting SaveTheTivoli.com is the best way to learn why this happening and how our Kickstarter campaign works. It’s also an easy-to-remember web address that you can share with your friends and contacts.
For the latest news, please read our Kickstarter updates, or follow our posts on Facebook. You can also pick-up SAVE THE TIVOLI posters, buttons and postcards at the Donation Station in the Tivoli lobby, where you can also get answers to any questions you might have.

And, on behalf of all us at the Tivoli, thank you for your support
Jerry Harrington

http://www.tivolikc.com/

This is the only place in town to see films like Muscle Shoals and Othello and Wadja and Nosferatu and opera and dance and…  Yeah, you name it and Jerry Harrington brings it to town like none other. It was the only place to Fruitvale Station and Beasts of the Southern Wild. Without the Tivoli it will be more chain store multiplex wasteland for film folks who want more than brain-dead humor and gore galore from the film industry.

Film Festivals and Indie Films

To view  what could be lost, please sample this week’s show schedule:  http://www.tivolikc.com/secondindex.html

Kickstarter: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/613557145/tivoli-cinemas-in-westport-go-digital-or-go-dark

 

 

 

No Trick, These Books Really are Free Treats From World Book Night Peeps.

Yes, you too can share and spread the joy of reading with free books from the wonderful people who run World Book Night.  What are you waiting for? Just fill out an application to be a Giver any time from now until January 5, 2014. Why wait? It’s not a scam. These are real books and we get to give them to real people.  It’s fun, it’s easy, it’ll make you smile. I guarantee it.

April 23rd Is World Book Night

World Book Night site –>> http://www.us.worldbooknight.org/

Browse the Books for 2014  —>> http://www.us.worldbooknight.org/books/2014

How it works:

Each year, 30- 35 books are chosen by an independent panel of librarians and booksellers. The authors of the books waive their royalties and the publishers agree to pay the costs of producing the specially-printed World Book Night U.S. editions. Bookstores and libraries sign up to be community host locations for the volunteer book givers.

After the book titles are announced, members of the public apply to personally hand out 20 copies of a particular title in their community. World Book Night U.S. vets the applications, and the givers are chosen based on their ability to reach light and non-readers. The selected givers choose a local participating bookstore or library from which to pick up the 20 copies of their book, and World Book Night U.S. delivers the books to these host locations.

Givers pick up their books in the week before World Book Night. On April 23rd, they give their books to those who don’t regularly read and/or people who don’t normally have access to printed books, for reasons of means or geography. 

WBN

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Book List for 2014

WBN

2014 Book List    

To download the list with ISBN’s please click here.

The Zookeeper’s Wife by Diane Ackerman

Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain

The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

After the Funeral by Agatha Christie

The Ruins of Gorlan: The Ranger’s Apprentice, Book 1 by John Flanagan

Hotel at the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford

Hotel at the Corner of Bitter and Sweet (Large Print edition) by Jamie Ford

The Lighthouse Road by Peter Geye

The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell

Wait Till Next Year by Doris Kearns Goodwin

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

The Dog Stars by Peter Heller

Hoot by Carl Hiaasen

Pontoon by Garrison Keillor

Same Difference by Derek Kirk Kim

Enchanted by Alethea Kontis

Miss Darcy Falls in Love by Sharon Lathan

Bobcat and Other Stories by Rebecca Lee

Young Men and Fire by Norman Maclean

Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin

Waiting to Exhale by Terry McMillan

Sunrise Over Fallujah by Walter Dean Myers

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson

The Botany of Desire by Michael Pollan

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

When I was Puerto Rican by Esmeralda Santiago

Cuando Era Puertorriqueña by Esmeralda Santiago

Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple

Where’d You Go, Bernadette (Large Print edition) by Maria Semple

Wild by Cheryl Strayed

Presumed Innocent by Scott Turow

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein

This Boy’s Life by Tobias Wolff

100 Best-Loved Poems edited by Philip Smith

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Yeah, right now Catch 22 is at the top of my short list of books I’d love to share. For 2013 I gave out 20 copies of The Phantom Tollbooth.  What about you?  What book from this list would you like to give someone to read? Join and give.

Breakfast Special, #27, “Lily’s Coat”

Lily’s Coat

“Well, I’ll be damned. Hells’ bells! We’re not open for ten minutes and look who comes through Big Bob’s new door. Good to see you, Benj. You too, Patrick. How’s Nora? Your Dad? Everything good with the clan?” Stanley set up three cups of coffee, one for himself and the two men who were the first to come inside and currently the only people in Big Bob’s.

“Hey Stanley. You’re looking good.” Benj kicked the snow and rock salt from his shoes as he held the door open for Patrick doing the same behind him before crossing the threshold.

“What can we do for you two fine young fine men? Whatever you want. It’s on the house considering you’re the first folks back in here.” Stanley waved a hand indicating that the bar was empty of customers except for the two O’Mara brothers.

“Just a couple of coffees and sweet rolls,” said Patrick. He took a bar stool next to Benj and began toying with the salt and pepper shakers.

“Oh come on, you two can do better than that. You got a stomach bug or what? Huh?” Stanley poured steaming coffee into the cups.

“Nora stuffed us before we headed for Falls. Preventive breakfast I call it. In case we get stuck in a snow-bank along the way, at least we’ll be stuck with full stomachs.” Benj knocked shoulders with Patrick next to him as they laughed.

Stanley set two sweet rolls on plates for them. “That’s Nora alright. So what brings you two to our National Guard Disaster area?  Don’t you dare say it’s because you enjoy the scenery on the ride here. That would be a whole lot of snow-shit anyone can see anywhere.”

His fingers dancing around the rim of his coffee cup, Benj said, “Actually we came in thinking we might meet up with Sarge.”

“Well, he has not been here this morning. He usually comes around every so often after a shift for the breakfast special and a sweet roll. With the docks still closed, I wouldn’t expect him though.” Stanley nodded at the window view of the shoulder-high mounds of snow all along the street with only one lane cleared for traffic. “If Reggie Dawson hadn’t taken it into his head to clear the street that much on his own, I wouldn’t be open either.”

Patrick followed the direction of Stanley’s glance and nodded in understanding. “When was Sarge last in for a special?”

Stanley sipped his coffee. “Let’s see. Pretty sure it was the Friday of the week before the snow really became a bitch. Yep. It was. I remember now. He sat there right at the end. Came in at the end of us getting slammed. Had his usual over-easys.”

“He seem okay to you then?” Benj dipped his sweet roll into his coffee.

“Oh hell yeah. Right as rain. Had a book as usual. Gave me a little lip for fun.”

“You ain’t seen him since then?” said Patrick.

“No.” Stanley shook his head. “Last I saw of Sarge he was high-tailing it out the door in hot pursuit of Lily. Have no idea if he caught up with her, but he sure put a leg on after she left.”

Benj and Patrick looked at each other, then at Stanley. Patrick leaned over his coffee expectantly. “How long has Sarge been seeing this Lily?”

Stanley shrugged his shoulders. “Never saw them together before that Friday. All I can say is that he sat down next to her. They gave each other a little grief. She ate like a starving pig as usual. He ate. She left. He grabbed his sweet roll and left right after. What more can I tell you?”

Benj grinned. “So what do you know about this Lily? Besides she eats like a pig.”

Stanley shook his head. “Oh that Lily, she’s something else, Benj.”

“What? She like some hot to trot firecracker?”

“Hot to trot firecracker? Lily? Hell no, Patrick. Atomic bomb is more like it.”

Mistaking Stanley’s line of thinking, Benj and Patrick laughed with glee. “So she’s like, what, stacked to the max?”

“How’s her ass action? She got a cute little wiggle in her walk?” Patrick shook his sweet roll to illustrate this notion.

Stanley laughed. “I hate to disappoint you guys, but you got it all wrong.”

“Awww Stanley. You’re such a tease,” said Patrick before eating half his sweet roll.

“You’re just yanking our chains with the atomic bombshell bit?” Patrick slumped dejectedly on his stool for a few moments.

“No. I’m not. I meant it. Only not like you two are thinking.”

Patrick punched Benj in the shoulder while keeping eye contact with the barkeeper. “Okay. Okay. So how did you mean it, Stanley?”

“Wait a minute.” Stanley glanced at the door and out the window. “I don’t want to start something I can’t finish. Let me lock the door. Fifteen minutes more of being closed won’t hurt anyone.”

“What the hell, Stanley?” Benj swirled on the bar stool while watching Stanley lock the entrance door. “You got FBI secrets to share or what?”

Returning to his place behind the bar, Stanley got comfortable on a stool, topped off everyone’s coffee, then looked from Benj to Patrick. “Remember when the shit hit the fan big time at St. Luke’s Church in the Flats a couple of years back?”

“You mean all that about Father John being a pedophile?”

“That’s it, Benj. That’s what I’m thinking of.”

“Oh I remember that. That was one storm that just wouldn’t blow over. So what’s this Lily got to do with that?”

“So—Lily started that shit-storm and kept it blowing for as long as it did.”

“I don’t recall reading about any Lily in the papers.” Patrick shook his head as he wiped his hands on a napkin. “I think I’d remember if Father Joseph had said anything about a Lily during Sunday Mass when he talked about St.Luke’s and Father John.”

“That’s because Holy Mother Church didn’t want it getting out who was really calling the shots in the Flats. Church didn’t want anyone finding out about what Lily knew any more than necessary. Lily knew a hell of a lot about what Father John did, when, where, who and how many times. Last thing the Church wanted was some reporter getting in deep with Lily. And they sure as hell didn’t want their own giving anyone any ideas about chatting her up. The parents were another thing. The Holy Fathers couldn’t care less about how they were carrying on. They just came across as clowns in the papers and on television because of how they looked and talked. Church could deal with the parents. Or so it thought at the time.” Stanley drank his coffee and waited for a response from either of the two men.

“But this Lily could have just gone to the papers herself. Why didn’t she?”

Stanley grimaced. “Lily wasn’t interested in getting press. What she wanted was Father John out of the Flats and out of the priesthood. She wanted him listed as a sex offender with the police and that was just for starters. She wanted him prosecuted to the full extent of the law. On top of that she had other priest fish to fry. And they weren’t in Falls. Now the only reason I know this is because my cousin Pauline manages Father Richard’s office in M-. She’s been there for two decades. She types up all the top line letters herself to keep things quiet and contained. According to Pauline, Lily and Father Richard had a meeting in person, right there in Father Richard’s office for about an entire day.  Right after that, Father Richard got busy and put some serious hurt on a priest in Minnesota, another one in Texas, and one in Washington State. Pauline doesn’t know what happened after that because only those letters went out. Nothing came in reply. Nothing in writing anyway. Everything else Father Richard did was either on the phone or face to face behind closed doors.”

Patrick hunched his shoulders and leaned over his coffee. “You’re saying he didn’t want any records or a paper trail.”

“Exactly.”  Stanley topped off his own cup of coffee and then Benj and Patrick’s. “But that didn’t put an end to what was going on in the Flats. When Father Richard’s hands were tied by higher-ups in regard to Father John, it was Lily who organized those folks to drive Father John out of business and basically shut down St. Luke’s on their own. The Sunday donations stopped. The tithes stopped coming in. The people stopped coming to mass. There were even carpools for getting people who wanted mass over to St. Teresa’s or any other church. Till this day, if anyone wants to go to confession they go to St. Teresa’s. Baby needs a christening; it’s done at St. Teresa’s. Someone needs last rites; they get the priest from St. Teresa’s to the Flats for them.  All of that is still going on. There may be a priest in residence at St. Luke’s, but only God Almighty hears him say mass. That church is a tomb.”

“Ahh ha. And this Lily is behind all that?” Benj exchanged looks and shrugs with Patrick before they both turned doubtful eyes back on the older man.

“Obviously none of that would have happened if people hadn’t paid attention to her. But she’s the one who light their fuses. No doubt about it.” He watched the two brothers smirk while remaining good-naturedly attentive to him. Deciding to take advantage of their interest and the lack of anyone walking or driving down the one lane street, Stanley warmed further to his subject. “As if that wasn’t enough, after those people got a taste of what they could do, they started doing other things. They formed what they call the Neighborhood Watch out there. It’s got ex-gang bangers, retired cops, blue-collar guys, white-collar guys, blacks, whites, Hispanics, Indians, Asians, the whole nine yards. You name it, if it lives in the Flats; they got it in the Watch. Falls PD may ignore 911 calls from the Flats, but the Watch doesn’t.”

Benj stretched his arms and locked his hands behind his head. “How you know all this, Stanley? Is there a Flats newsletter going around or some such?”

“How do I know all this?” Stanley’s eyebrows arched high as he met Benj’s eyes. “I know all this because my sister’s daughter, Joyce, she’s a nurse at St.Syms, lives in the Flats. Joyce bought a house god awful cheap there some time back because she wanted something close to work. As Joyce tells it, Lily pulled all those people together when she went after Father John for those kids he was messing around with. She really put the hurt on St. Luke’s when she got up at some community meeting and made some speech about if people still wanted to go to church and listen to some priest tell them how to live their lives after what Father John had done to their children, then they needed to go find a good man, because that’s what makes a good priest. So some people started visiting the other churches to check out the priests.”

Patrick laughed. “That’s funny, Stanley. Sounds like she sent them shopping for a better deal.”

Pointing his cup at Patrick, Stanley nodded. “That’s about what it boiled down to, Patrick. Now, lots of folks had been dishing some priest at St. Teresa’s ever since he arrived because he stuttered so much. They didn’t like listening to him trying to talk right. You know how that goes, especially with the old timers who want everything just perfect. They figured the Church had given them a lemon priest. Some of the Flats people go to St. Teresa’s to check out this priest anyway. When they show up out of nowhere to have a little chat, he stops what he’s doing and gives them his undivided attention until they’re good and ready to say bye-bye. Those folks didn’t give a damn about his stuttering. They just wanted a priest who flew right and played by the rules. They wanted a good man.  Joyce said that when the people from the Flats showed up at St. Teresa’s for Sunday Mass for the first time it was like a people bomb had exploded. Church was packed from the first pew to the last and out the doors. Guess which priest was saying Mass that Sunday. After checking out all their options in Falls and M- and everywhere in between, they chose the lemon priest. Now every time the lemon priest says Sunday Mass, St. Teresa’s is stuffed to the gills. That priest doesn’t even have a chance to ask for help. Roof needs patching. It’s done. Window needs fixing. It’s done. His funny little scooter needs a repair. It’s done. St. Teresa’s food pantry needs filling. It’s filled. Why? Because when the people from the Flats call him, he answers without any bullshit.  And he doesn’t mess with their kids.” Stanley drank the rest of his coffee.   “Ever see a picture of an atomic bomb exploding?”

“With the mushroom cloud and all spreading out.” Benj illustrated with his hands. “Oh yeah.”

“Same thing with Lily.” The barkeeper spun his empty cup in its saucer. “When she delivers a payload there’s a big bang, mushroom cloud goes up and down. Ripples just keep on spreading out wider and wider.”

Scratching his head, Patrick sat up straight and frowned at his brother and Stanley. “This does not sound like a woman who’d be up Sarge’s alley.”

“Anything but. Way too labor intensive.”

“You fellas are probably right. You’re his brothers.” Seeing a certain sort of opportunity in the situation, Stanley decided to make the most of it. “But if you saw how they were checking each other out here at the counter, both of them being sly about it, you might be singing a different tune.”

Not at all buying Stanley’s line, Patrick said, “If Sarge was giving this Lily the once over, then she must have something to grab his eyes. What does she look like anyway, Stan?”

Benj backed up his older brother. “Come on Stan. Give us something besides a yarn about the freak show in the Flats.”

“Alright already. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you two are a couple of Peter Pan Pests today. Tell you what. Next time you see a Hudson Bay Blanket coat hoofing it in Falls, that’s Lily. “

“You got to be kidding. Oh Stan. I don’t know about Patrick, but you’re killing me with your bullshit. I’m thinking I’m going to take you up on that freebie breakfast just to make up for doing you the favor of listening to all this shit.”

“I’m serious. You want to know what Lily looks like and if she might trip Sarge’s trap, then go find the Hudson Bay Blanket coat. You do know what one of those looks like, don’t you?”

“What do you take us for? A couple of morons? We know what a Hudson Bay coat looks like. She can’t have the only one in Falls.”

“True. But she’s the only person I’ve seen in the last, what four or five years wearing one all winter long. If I see the coat on the street, I think, ‘there goes Lily.’ What do you know, every time I drive past that coat and see a face, it is Lily. Never yet have I been wrong about who is wearing that coat here in Falls. Not once. Okay. Now, let’s fire up the grill and have us all some eggs because I don’t think anyone else is coming through that new door until some more folks are dug out.”

Patrick and Benj banged their palms on the bar-counter in agreement. “Hell yeah, fill us up for the return trip with sunny-siders and some burnt pig, Stanley.”

After Patrick and Benj departed, Big Bob’s grill man, Murray, came out from behind the grill blind. Joining Stan in another cup of coffee at the empty counter he pulled apart a cinnamon roll and ate it piece by piece. “Stan, are you sure that was a good idea, telling those two about Lily and her coat? They might do that and give her grief she don’t need. ”

“Ah they’re harmless as far Lily is concerned. They won’t lay rough hands on a woman. A man, now that’s an entirely different story. They’ll fight any guy dumb enough to swing a dick in their direction. They don’t care who or how big in any sense of the word.  I think Sarge has given them the slip again and they’re trying to pick up his trail anyway they can. Telling them to look for Lily when who they really want to find is Sarge, is like sending them on a wild goose chase. If they’re looking for her coat, then they’re not looking for Sarge. And in my book, them not finding Sarge for as long as possible is a damn good thing all by itself.”

“No argument on that score from me. Why they don’t just let Sarge do his own thing is beyond me.”

“It’s all about control, Murray. All about control. I’ve known Dylan and Nora for years. They always held their boys pretty damn tight when they were just kids. Now they hold the boys and their families tight too. Seems like they all want it that way. Except for Sarge who has been fighting that tight hold ever since he was a little kid. Unlike his brothers, Sarge was born with a mind of his own. That’s why Sarge and crazy Kozy get along so well.”

“Stan was that legit what you told them about Lily and Father Richard or were you just blowin’ smoke up their asses?

“Oh it’s legit all right. I could tell by the looks on their faces they weren’t buying one word of it even though I was telling them the gospel truth according to Pauline. I figure, hey, truth is stranger than fiction. My conscience is clear. I didn’t lie to them. They think I did though. So they won’t be wasting any time sharing that story. They forgot it before they even went out our new door.” Stanley looked at Murray. “Probably best you forget it too.”

Murray popped the last of the cinnamon roll into his mouth. “What? You say something Stanley?”

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Breakfast Special, #28, Fair Trade Creed Reads, part 1, Les Mis:

https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/09/26/breakfast-special-28-fair-trade-creed-reads-pt-1-les-mis/

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Breakfast Special, #28, Fair Trade Creed Reads, part 2, Stealth:

https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/breakfast-special-28-fair-trade-creed-reads-pt-2-stealth/

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Breakfast Special #28,  Fair Trade Creed Reads, part 3, Two Guys On a Roof:  https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/09/28/breakfast-special-28-fair-trade-creed-reads-pt-3-just-two-guys-on-a-roof/

Fustercluck Blues Festival and Chicken Wing Eating Contest. From who else but~~ the Incredible one and only~ KKFI 90.1 fm Community Radio playing Blues dues out the wazoo!

O there ares soooo many public service announcements one can make! But seldom do they involve a whole lot of music and FUN! Now I’m no chicken eater ever, but if I was, then this little chicken wing eating contest with Blues on the side would definitely be on my tummy’s menu agenda. Oh yeah, KKFI is fundraising again with major Community Support–because, in case you don’t know already, that’s how KKFI has managed to stay alive on the sound waves for over twenty years–people put money in the radio jukebox cash jar of their own free will.  There’s no corporate backers, no media sponsors, just the music makers and the music lovers.  This is truly homegrown radio like you’ve never heard it before folks. It streams on the world-wide web 24/7 –>    http://www.kkfi.org/  .  It’s got volunteer DJs out the wazoo. It’s got a concrete 100,000 watts radius. It’s got indie and local music makers on air and on stage and on the money need feed bag all the time.  We got our Blues, smokin’ hot Jazz, Retro, Latino, Rock, Morning Buzzes M-F, Native Spirit on Sunday afternoon at 5pm with Rhonda LeValdo, Reggae and we even got damn fine L.A. Theatre Works. There’s even Chamber Music and Dr. Mike’s Old Timey Medicine Show. I’ve not even hinted at the Democracy Now! news, eco programs, Tell Somebody, local showcase, Mr. Bill, and Labor coverage.  Swing thru the link and check out The Program Schedule for what you may have a tough time finding anywhere else on one radio station but everywhere on KKFI  90.1 fm. Fuel for your hungry ears.  Now who among you has ever before heard of a Fustercluck Blues Festival featuring Wild Women, Junebugs, Bail Jumpers and Rhythm Kings and a chicken wing eating contest with two categories? Hmm? Come on, share and share alike amigas and amigos.

 

 

 

 

Breakfast Special, #22, “Watch Keeping”

Watch Keeping

At mid-day Sarge was shoveling snow off a noticeably sagging flat top roof along with half the Neighborhood Watch roof snow removal crew.  The other half of the Watch crew on roof detail was working the buildings on the opposite side of the street. He’d just dropped a shovelful down into the backyard three stories below, when he caught sight of Lily’s coat moving along what was rightly the middle of the street on the next block. Little George came alongside him to make a snow deposit, and stood to catch his breath. “Looks like some doc finally decided to co-op-er-ate.”

“What do you mean, Little George? Where is she going?” Sarge didn’t take his eyes off Lily’s coat as he spoke to the soft-spoken Minnenconjou Lakota man who matched his height and surpassed him in breadth of body frame and weight.

“Down to St. Syms for folks’ meds.  Nurse JJ been working the phones since yesterday getting folks calling their docs for giving permission for Lily to come get their meds proxy like.” Little George took note of Sarge shaking his head and frowning to convey he didn’t like the notion of Lily venturing off alone.  “Don’t sweat it, Sarge. She got her snowshoes.  One thing for sure: Lily knows how to walk on snow.  She’s a pro.” Little George punched Sarge playfully on the shoulder. “Let’s clear this tar trap and keep our lead. “

“Yeah, let’s.” Sarge walked backwards on the roof to the hard packed snow covering the last third of the roof, his eyes on the woman moving farther away from him. He glanced at the snow heavy clouds above then back at Lily.  Rejoining Little George and the others he set a faster shovelling pace in order to get back to the dump side of the building so he could keep track of the woman until she passed out of his line of sight.

~Nearly two hours later Sarge climbed the stairs to the roof of the three-story house several houses further up the street from Anton and Esther’s residence.  Only when he stepped out onto the roof that had been cleared of snow earlier in the day did he put on his long grey wool coat, the knit hat Esther had insisted he wear and his gloves. Still warm from nearly a full day of shovelling snow, the cold wind initially felt refreshing on his bare cheeks. Knowing he’d cool down quickly enough without any labor at hand, he put the brick chimney between himself and the wind. Trying to settle his nerves he pulled one of Lily’s sachets from his pants pocket and inhaled the scents with several deep breaths.  By his calculations, Lily ought to have returned from her trek to St. Syms at least a half hour ago. He’d included at least a half hour rest time before she’d have commenced the return hike home.  He hadn’t liked watching her venture off alone and he’d liked even less not seeing her return up the street by the time the Watch shovelling crews had called a halt for the day’s labor.  Now he was doing something he’d never done before in his life, he was keeping watch for someone to come home. He was waiting for a particular individual, for Lily, to get back into his sight and hearing to reassure himself of her well-being.  He was intensely and acutely aware of this unexpected new mental and emotional experience. The awareness wasn’t making it any easier to process or to deal with his increasing concern for Lily’s safety.  He moved closer to the chimney and kept his eyes on the furthest point in the distance where she’d first be visible from his current vantage point. Rocking side to side, shifting his weight from foot to foot, Sarge O’Mara settled into keeping watch until Lily returned or urgency pushed him to go in search of her.  A few moments later thick heavy snowflakes that defied being flakes at all began lazily falling from the clouds that had parked overhead.

~  Rosa gently laid the small child asleep in her arms onto a sleeping bag then tip toed carefully over her other youngest charges who were already deep  into their naps.  She joined Ricardo at the large bay window overlooking the street. “Any sign of Lily?”

Ricardo shook his head and whispered, “Not yet. He still on the roof.”

“Where?”

“Over by the chimney for a wind break. See him?”

“Si. I don’t like that she’s not back. It’ll be night soon.”

“Give her time, Rosa. There was a lot to pick up. Radio say St. Syms very busy. JJ called and she got there just fine.”

“Look, Sarge wave.”

“See, it’s okay.  Sarge say when he wave like that with two arms that means he sees her for sure.”

“I’ll call JJ. Give her time to get a med crew together.”

Fifteen minutes later Lily stood just inside Esther’s front door watching Nurse JJ passing out bags of medication for her med crew to deliver throughout the neighborhood. Coat open, her face flushed from the long walk uphill from St.Syms hauling a large backpack laden with everything from insulin to Lithium and beyond, she continually shifted her weight from foot to foot letting her body gradually cool down. She regretted telling JJ, Esther and the eager crew waiting for her to drop the pack from her shoulders what little she had about the chaos at St. Syms and her argument with the National Guardsmen who hadn’t wanted to let her return to the Flats, snowshoes or not. Nor had anything else she’d seen and heard on her trek out of the Flats and down to St. Syms given her any reasons to think that things were anywhere near returning to normal any time soon in Falls.

Sarge came through the front door and immediately saw her. “Welcome back. Hungry?”

Lily nodded. “Oh yeah.”

“Good. Soup is on.” Sarge took hold of her snowshoes. “Come on, you’ve had more than your fair share of fun for today, Missy.”

“Aww naww, the party just started. There’s plenty more to come, Sarge.” But instead of insisting on remaining where she was, Lily waved farewell to JJ and the others then opened the door and walked out with Sarge close on her heels. Open coat flapping in the wind, she walked over boards to the other side of the street. When she stepped onto Rosa’s front porch, she turned around and let loose a wild howling that set some dogs on porches further up the block sounding off in kind.

Laughing as he pushed open the heavy front door with his right boot, Sarge watched her prance around the porch still howling. “Hey, are you trying to scare the kids by making like some badass werewolf?” Holding her arms straight out from her sides, Lily threw her head back and let loose her longest, loudest howl so far, then ran past him into the house. “I guess that was a big bad wolf yes.”

After setting her snowshoes back inside the hall closet under the stairs, they turned to find Rosa watching them. Lily went to her and the two women hugged each hard. “Dios mio. You took so long to come back home, Lily.”

“It’s a snow jungle out there, Rosa. The National Guard is on safari. They have no clue what snowshoes can do. Correction: Had no clue. Now they do.”

Rosa considered what a snow jungle would look like, then the rest and laughed. “You got the silly willies, Lily. Get off your feet. Eat something fast!”

“That is exactly what I’m going do. Sarge says the soup is on. So it must be on. This little piggy is gonna go swim in it.”

Sarge opened the apartment door and Rosa gently pushed Lily through it. While Lily pulled off her boots, Rosa turned to Sarge and whispered. “If you run out of things to feed her fast, I got some chili still keeping warm from lunch. Hit the front radiator pipes three times with Old Jack. Ricardo will bring it down quick.” She glanced at Lily now pulling off her sweater. “You can deal?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay. Need some help, just bring her upstairs.”

“Gracias, Rosa.”

“Speak English please. I need practice. More I hear, the better.”

“Same here. In reverse. My Espanol needs a lot of work.”

Rosa raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. “You a funny man, Sarge.” She blew a kiss at Lily then made her way to the second floor.

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Breakfast Special #23  https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/breakfast-special-23-why-sarge-throws-freight/

 

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Redfeather Snowshoes

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Breakfast Special, #15, “What’s In a House”

What’s In a House

Watching the old wooden oak floor, even in its current condition, being cut up for firewood, was painful, but at the time Sarge had not been able to come up with a strong enough reason to not yank the narrow floor boards out of the abandoned house that could trump the general thinking of the Watch and the other men. Yet it had been easy to get their attention about how to safely and carefully collect the copper wiring, pipes, window glass and other items that could be used immediately for making minor house repairs.

At first he hadn’t been too sure about Anton’s ideas for organizing a group scavenging effort in order to get whatever they could use for extending the walkway from the abandoned house and then exploring what might be used to meet other minor needs. But after a few minutes in the midst of the men who quickly started gathering at Anton’s home after watching the unfamiliar white man lay out the two by ten boards over the snow in order to get to Anton’s door without a major struggle through the snow, he realized just how very accurate Anton’s thinking was regarding their need for positive mental and physical outlets. He definitely couldn’t argue with Anton’s reasoning that no matter what legal consequences might arise regarding the assault on the long vacant building, those were far more preferable to risk and deal with than the domestic violence that often erupted from people being cooped up under the current conditions for far too long. What had started out for Sarge as simply a visit to learn what was being reported on the television regarding all things local had set in motion a rather large group effort in the immediate area.

Much later in the afternoon, he’d followed Anton back to the two-story building where he and Esther lived on the first floor and an elderly Italian couple, the Ranolis, occupied the second. Early in the morning he’d seen Lily outside and sent his things to her via Mrs. Cho who had been watching the attack on the abandoned house next to hers and offering gleeful, though generally unintelligible verbal support, from her porch. Since then he’d glimpsed her several times making her way over the still growing walkway to and from other residences carrying boxes and bags.

Now he found himself in a large square room where large sheets of paper which appeared to be the flip sides of discarded blueprints covered most of the wall space. While Anton was occupied with a group of teenage boys, Sarge, being the avid reader he was, couldn’t help but start reading the various lists, charts and copious notes written on the huge hand drawn map of the neighborhood that covered one entire wall. It didn’t take him long to realize that this was the information hub not only for the Neighborhood Watch, but for several other groups dealing with everything from food to medical needs among the local residents. There was even a long list of contact information for every city official and local politician accompanied by extremely candid notes about who was worth calling and who was not and why.  Only when he turned around to glance back at another list while mentally connecting it with what he was currently exploring  and discovered Anton standing alone in the presently quiet and empty hall watching him, only then did he think that he might have crossed a boundary he hadn’t noticed but ought to have seen right away.

Hoping he hadn’t burned the brand new personal bridge that had been built during the long day of unexpected shared labor, Sarge stood still, returned Anton’s curious look and waited patiently for the other man to speak his mind. Anton maintained his silence until Esther suddenly appeared to whisper with him for a few moments then just as suddenly disappeared. Anton glanced briefly in the direction Esther had gone and shook his head. He walked into the room and looked around the walls. Standing a few feet from Sarge, he said, “All this some crazy shit, ain’t it?”

Sarge looked around the room as Anton had. “I don’t think I’m reading you right, Anton.  I sure don’t want to read you wrong. So I have to ask, in what sense is all this ‘crazy’? I have to ask because from where I’m standing it reads pretty damn sane to me.”

Anton carefully looked Sarge up and down, clearly trying to make up his mind about something. When he had made his decision he spoke quietly. “What’s crazy is that if we don’t do all this ourselves, we all be living in hell. Ain’t no one give a damn if we do or not. Except us. What’s crazy is that if we don’t keep flying under certain radars, there be some shut us down right quick cuz we ain’t doin’ things their way. Cuz we ain’t under their thumbs. You reading me right now, Big Man?”

“Yeah, I read that thumb action crazy like the back of my hand.”

Anton nodded. “Had a feelin’ in my bones you might. Now let’s catch some potluck.”

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Breakfast Special, #16, “Alternate Realities”  https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/08/04/breakfast-special-16-alternate-realities/

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Much thanks to MisBehaved Woman for introducing me to “Closer to the Edge” by Rising Appalachia, filmed by Chad Hess who posted it on YouTube.  There’s no snow, but the sentiments are the same. Enjoy.  You too can visit MisBehaved Woman at  http://misbehavedwoman.wordpress.com/

Beat the heat this week with Super Cool Radio ‘Like You’ve Never Heard It Before’ aka KKFI 90.1 fm, 24/7, Streaming Live Online for your pleasure. Oh hell, yeah!

The heat is upon us, but that doesn’t mean that we’re not cool.  We’ve got some way-cool programs this week, including:

Monday
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The BPU/Sierra Club Settlement EcoRadio KC | July 8, 2013 | 6:00 pm  Host Richard Mabion looks at the recent settlement between The Sierra Club and the Board of Public Utilities over the burning of coal in Wyandotte County. Read More
Tuesday
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White-washing Human Rights Abuses and Suppressing a Popular Revolution Law and Disorder | July 9, 2013 | 9:00 am  Two years since the Arab-Spring demonstrations erupted in Bahrain, human rights abuses continue to this day. In 2011, an independent report exposes these abuses that compelled the Kingdom of Bahrain to hire former NYPD police chief John Timoney to white was acts of political repression. Who is John Timoney and why was he outsourced to Bahrain? We ask legal worker and journalist Kris Hermes who recently penned the article John Timoney and Kingdom of Bahrain: White-washing Human Rights Abuses and Suppressing a Popular Revolution. Read More
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The Pastor Who Became an Atheist, Modern Mystics, and More Interfaith Voices | July 9, 2013 | 12:00 pm  A reverse-conversion story: How ex-pastor Jerry DeWitt quietly lost his faith while preaching from the pulpit. Read More
Wednesday
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Ella Baker Pacifica Radio Archives’ “From the Vault” | July 10, 2013 | 5:00 am This week on From the Vault we salute one of the great understated contributors of the Civil Rights Movement, Ella Baker. In 1968, several important Civil Rights leaders and activists decided to honor this tireless activist, and the resulting recording, A Salute to Ella Baker, became an instant Pacifica classic. Read More
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There’s Something Happening Here Your Morning Buzz: Wednesday | July 10, 2013 | 6:00 am Brazil! Egypt! Turkey!.  Uprisings are flaring up all over the globe.  On Your Morning Buzz this Wednesday, Mike Murphy weaves the music of these cultures with other songs of uprising. Read More
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Incarceration Nation Alternative Radio | July 10, 2013 | 9:00 am  Michelle Alexander is a professor of law at Ohio State University and holds a joint appointment at the Kirwan Institute for the Study of Race and Ethnicity. Formerly the director of the ACLU’s Racial Justice Project in Northern California, she served as a law clerk for U.S. Supreme Court Justice Harry A. Blackmun. She is the author of the bestseller “The New Jim Crow.” Read More
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Wednesday MidDay Medley presents: Madisen Ward Wednesday MidDay Medley | July 10, 2013 | 10:00 am  Mark plays New & Local Releases from: The Bad Ideas, The Architects, Schwervon!, Sneaky Creeps, Root & Stem, Madisen Ward, Gentleman Savage, David Byrne & St. Vincent, Mavis Staples, Sonny & The Sunsets, and California Wives. At 10:15, Mark talks with singer/songwriter, Madisen Ward who grew up in the outskirts of Kansas City, Missouri. Madisen recorded his debut EP, “We Burned The Cane Field” with his Mother, “Mama Bear”, (Ruth Whitlock-Ward). At 11:00 Mark welcomes one of KKFI’s incredible volunteers, Philip Bauer, who will play some of his favorite recordings from: Rush, The Rolling Stones, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Michael Jackson, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Santana, No Doubt, Ugly Kid Joe, Red Elvises, and Prodigy. Read More
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“Freedom for the Thought that We Hate’ Bookwaves | July 10, 2013 | 12:00 pm In honor of recent Supreme Court decisions, a 2008 interview with the late legal scholar and journalist Anthony Lewis (1927-2013) about his book, “Freedom for the Thought that We Hate’ and First Amendment Rights. Read More
Big, Scary UFO From Ark to Microchip | July 10, 2013 | 12:30 pm  This week on From Ark to Microchip, we discuss curious acausal time links Read More
The Left Forum Continues All Souls Forum | July 10, 2013 | 6pm More from NYC’s Left Forum held last month Read More
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The Real Thing L.A. Theatre Works | July 10, 2013 | 7:00 pm  Tonight on L.A. Theatre Works, a 2009 performance of The Real Thing by Tom Stoppard is featured, starring Simon Templeman and Carolyn Seymour. Read More
Thursday
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A New Way of Life and the New Underground Railroad Sprouts | July 11, 2013 | 12:00 pm Making a Break for Freedom During the Era of Mass Incarceration Read More
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Survivors of Solitary Confinement Making Contact | July 11, 2013 | 12:30 pm  Tens of thousands are in solitary confinement in American prisons which according to the United Nations is torture. Producer Claire Schoen met nine former prisoners who describe in detail what it’s like to be in solitary confinement. Read More
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Tab Benoit Beale Street Caravan | July 11, 2013 | 3:00 pm Tab Benoit on The Legendary Rhythm and Blues Cruise Barbara Ching: Country Music and The Blues – Read More
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The Peabody/Patriot Shuffle Heartland Labor Forum | July 11, 2013 | 6:00 pm Underwritten by: Carpenters Local 1127 and Bricklayers Local 15. Read More
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Radioactive Magazine Thursday Night Special | July 11, 2013 | 7:00 pm Audio theatre by the Move To Amend Players, creationism and more! Read More
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The Lucky return! Under the Radar | July 11, 2013 | 10:00 pm KC band The Lucky are in the building! Read More
Friday
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The Peabody/Patriot Shuffle Heartland Labor Forum (Repeat) | July 12, 2013 | 5:00 am Underwritten by: Carpenters Local 1127 and Bricklayers Local 15. Read More
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Swimming Our Talk: Blue Mind, Ocean Heart Bioneers | July 12, 2013 | 9:30 am Illuminating the magical underwater world, Jacques Cousteau’s 1960s films and TV show caused a sea change by moving the hearts and minds of tens of millions. Read More
Saturday
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Marshall Chapman, The G2 Bluegrass Band, and much more Music City Roots – Live From the Loveless Cafe | July 13, 2013 | 7:00 am  Marshall Chapman, The G2 Bluegrass Band, Old Man Luedecke, Songs Of The Fall, and The Amigos Band play direct from The Loveless Cafe stage. Read More
Everything Possible This Way Out (LGBT) | July 13, 2013 | 2:00 pm  Discovering everything possible about Fred Small’s “Everything Possible” (JD Doyle talks with the songwriter about his inspiration for the iconic song, and Michael Callen and The Flirtations render Small’s favorite rendition of it)… U.N. Human Rights Commissioner Navi Pillay has her say about Nigeria’s “Jail the Gays” bill (in conversation with Nigerian LGBT activist Davis Mac-Iyalla on the “BBC World Have Your Say” program)… LGBT Pride deploys to Kandahar (as reported by the U.S. Defense Department), and “Everyone Is Gay” (according to A Great Big World, anyway) … and in “NewsWrap” (produced this week by Steve Pride & Angela Brooks and reported by Jenn Mahoney & Charlie Bauer), a bouquet of lawsuits bloom from the U.S. Supreme Court DOMA decision, marriage equality slips past Costa Rican lawmakers, Pink Dot takes aim at Singapore’s penal code, and a Brazilian “cure” prescription fizzles. Read More
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The Second Coming of Joan of Arc, Part II WINGS | July 13, 2013 | 2:30 pm Today is the second installment of playwright Carolyn Gage’s The Second Coming of Joan of Arc. Read More
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Pastors for Peace Every Woman | July 13, 2013 | 3:00 pm Gail Walker of Pastors for Peace is the featured guest. Read More
Sunday
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Jay Farrar Art of the Song | July 14, 2013 | 6:00 am Today on Art of the Song, musician Jay Farrar is featured. Read More
Monday
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Werner von Braun and Fritz Haber Exploration | July 15, 2013 | 5:00 am It’s German scientists week here on Exploration. Read More
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The Barn Players & Summit Theatre Arts Magazine | July 15, 2013 | 12:00 pm Summer offerings from The Barn Players and Summit Theatre Group are highlighted. Read More
Stay tuned,
Mike Murphy
90.1FM KKFI
Kansas City Community Radio

Dewey-Burdock Uranium Mining in the Black Hills — Just Say No! ~ Community Meeting: 10 January 2013, Hot Springs, South Dakota, American Legion, 6:30 pm.

photo @ Karla LaRive 2012

The letter following my comments  is from the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary pages on Facebook.  Please help spread the news.  I think they could use some major support. They’re fighting uranium mining. This post is my tiny effort to raise awareness. Thanks to Earth Tribe for its support.

Powertech Exposed –and the difficulty of commenting via a malfunctioning website: http://www.powertechexposed.com/  The uranium mining industry is not playing “fair”–because they know their mining is not wanted in the Black Hills -or anywhere else where the population is informed about the dangers of uranium mining and the environmental dangers it produces.  Clearly some people learned nothing from the Fukushima disaster.

Please consider the dangers and consequences of the Dewey-Burdock project – From the desk of IRAM Program Director, Susan Watt

by Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary on Tuesday, January 1, 2013 at 4:05pm ·

From the desk of IRAM Program Director, Susan Watt

January 1, 2013

 

Please, I would ask all of you to read and understand what is going on in the arena of the Uranium Mining.

 

 

This proposed project affects all of us.  Please support our efforts by joining us and the community on Thursday Night, January 10, 2013 at the American Legion in Hot Springs, So Dakota for a Community Meeting at 6:30 pm. 

 

– SW

 

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REPOST – December 30, 2012

 

Cindy Bladey, Chief, Rules, Announcements and Directives Branch

Division of Administrative Services

Office of Administration, Mailstop TWB-05-B01M

U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission

Washington, D.C.  20555-0001

 

Docket NRC-2012-0277, the proposed Dewey-Burdock project, comments on the SEIS

 

Dear Ms. Bladey,

 

Twenty five years ago I founded the Institute of Range and American Mustang (IRAM) a 501 c 3 non-profit corporation. IRAM’s Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary is home to more than 600 wild horses on 13,000 acres of private range in South Dakota.

 

On this location one can find; 60 million year old remains from the Pleistocene era of plants and animals, Ancient Petroglyphs that date back hundreds of years, Native American Ceremonial Sites, Historic Pioneer homesteads, and hundreds of native species of plants and animals. IRAM is supported by the thousands of visitors that come to South Dakota each year to see the natural history of the local area. Besides a Wild Horse Sanctuary the historic significance of this region brings people and scientists from all over the world.

 

For hundreds of years, the Cheyenne River that runs through the Sanctuary was the first source of water for the wildlife that lived on the grassy prairies. Ancient man and the dinosaurs of the past traveled this waterway. Native Americans hunted the buffalo and then held their sacred ceremonies on this land.

 

Along with IRAM’s Board of Directors, I am greatly concerned over the proposed Powertech Dewey-Burdock project that is located within twenty miles of the Sanctuary. We feel that the SEIS was issued before all the relevant information was available.

 

The Cultural and Historic impact that will result from this proposed project have not been considered properly. The relevant information is still not available.  The SEIS should not have been issued until a thorough study of the cultural and historical sites on the proposed project area was completed.

 

The SEIS “dilutes” impacts by saying that the impacts are “small” because only part of the project area is involved.  The impacts are large to the affected areas, and that is what should be considered. The Cheyenne River and its water shed are within a few miles from the proposed mining area. Our house wells and livestock wells all share the same aquifer that is to be used to inject the waste water from the project.

 

The SEIS only includes the impacts of a 100-year flood, and some facilities are allowed within the 100-year flood boundaries.  A 500-year flood should be considered.  No facilities should be allowed within the 100-year flood boundaries.  Vigorous, overland and stream flooding is common in the Black Hills.

 

The SEIS says that impacts are “small” in a number of instances because Powertech Uranium has said it will do certain things if problems develop.  The SEIS should not consider only the “best case” impacts, but should consider impacts if the problems found at other ISL projects develop.  The public and the environment should be protected from worst case impacts.

 

Besides over 600 wild horses, IRAM also has a herd of Red Angus Cattle and over 100 domestic horses, chickens, turkeys, and peacocks. We are greatly concerned over the potential exposure to radiation for all of these animals.

 

The SEIS lists a number of things that Powertech should do before it starts its operation, such as air dispersion modeling, livestock radiation sampling, pump testing, creating well field operational plans, and setting up emergency procedures for truck accidents.  These activities should be completed before a SEIS is issued, so that the public can have full information on which to base its comments, and so that the NRC can have full information on which to base its ratings of various impacts.

 

Due to the high desert environment, this area is very susceptible to lightning strikes and wild fires. This summer alone there were months of fires in the local area of the proposed mining.

 

The environmental impacts of wildfires, which are common in the immediate area of the proposed project, should be considered, including potential impacts if a fire strikes mining, pipelines, overhead power lines, and processing buildings.

 

The SEIS does not acknowledge environmental justice, cultural, and historical concerns that include Lakota treaty rights to the proposed project area and the fact that a number of Native American tribes consider the Black Hills to be sacred.

 

Bald eagles, sage-grouse, whooping cranes, and black-footed ferrets are all threatened or endangered wildlife species that could be negatively impacted by the proposed project.  Wildlife is simply expected to disperse and go elsewhere.  This creates undue hardship on sensitive species.

 

All ponds, including radium settling ponds, and areas where wastewater is applied to the land are threats to wildlife, particularly birds.

 

Public hearings should be held after full information is available on the proposed project.  Hearings held elsewhere during the writing of the NRC’s Generic Environmental Impact Statement are not adequate to this specific project.

 

Because the state no longer has regulatory authority over ISL mining, the federal government’s plans for monitoring the project should be clearly explained in detail, so that the public can determine whether monitoring will be adequate.

 

All data provided by Powertech Uranium should be independently verified.  It is not in the public interest to have the proposed project’s benefits and problems judged based almost entirely on data provided by the company seeking a permit.

 

The applicant has never mined uranium.  They do not have anything close to the resources necessary to create a mine.  The inexperience of the company and its lack of funding are important variables in the company’s ability to manage the environmental aspects of the proposed project and should be discussed in the SEIS.

 

The SEIS indicates that 30% of the water treated through the reverse osmosis process will become waste.  The impacts of the removal of this water from local aquifers should be discussed much more clearly.

 

All of the above facts about the Dewey Burdock project and the SEIS clearly affect the Institute of Range and American Mustang Programs and Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary. The Uranium Mining would endanger the wildlife, the mustangs, the water supplies, the land and all the people that are on the land.

 

This matter of allowing Uranium Mining and using the water from an already delicate ecosystem must be considered and analyzed from all dangers and risks. Science tells us what a situation is but it is up to the humans involved to make the decisions. Once this area is exposed the Uranium Mining there is no turning back the clock to undo the mistakes.

 

Our policy at IRAM is that man is the caregiver of the Earth and all of its beings and no one has the right to contaminate or pollute the environment. There are no second chances at life if the water, land, wildlife, people and history of an area are destroyed by Corporate Greed.

 

There is something very great at stake here in the Black Hills of South Dakota and we ask you please to consider the dangers and consequences of the Dewey-Burdock project of what it can and might to do to the very water we drink and the land we live on.

Sometimes in life the risk is just not worth taking. Please help us keep our land and water safe.

 

Sincerely,

Dayton O. Hyde

IRAM President / Founder

January 1 2013

 

 

 

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