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Every night when I was a boy, I sat and read in our living room, listening to my father writing letters. He wrote on his lap in longhand, with the letter paper backed by one of his long yellow legal pads, and the scratch and swirl of his black Waterman pen across the page sounded like the scrabblings of a creature in the underbrush. There were no pauses or crossings out, and in time I realized that I could even identify the swoosh of a below-the-line "g" leaping diagonally upward into an "h" and the crossing double zag of an ensuing "t," and, soon after, the blip of a period. When he reached the bottom of the page, the sheet was turned over and smoothed down in a single, back-of-the-hand gesture, and the rush of writing and pages went on, while I waited for the declarative final "E" or "Ernest"—the loudest sound of all—that told me the letter was done. When the envelope had been addressed, licked, and sealed with a postmasterish thump of his fist, he would pluck a Lucky Strike out of its green pack and whack it violently four times against his thumbnail, like a man hammering a spike, then damply tongue the other end before lighting up. By the time the first deep drag appeared as a pale upward jet of smoke, another letter was in progress. I went back to my book. Sooner or later, the letters would be over, and he would be ready to read aloud to me. "Finished," he would announce, picking up "Oliver Twist." "Now, where were we?"
Friends my age—I am near the end of my seventies—tell me that they, too, often find themselves caught up in details of their childhood, but I wonder if they ever find, as I do, that they are reliving a parent's life as well as their own. My father, a New York lawyer, was lean and tall, with long fingers, brown eyes, and an air of energy about him. One of his great-grandmothers was a Seneca Indian—the Angell family had come from western New York State—and his high forehead, strong nose, and long upper lip affixed an Iroquois solemnity to his expression that he did not always feel. Handsome and dashing in the flattering, tightly cut suits and jackets of the nineteen-thirties (like Gary Cooper, he remained unstuffy in a vest), he strode swiftly, banged doors behind him, and swarmed up stairs, appearing always on the verge of some outdoor errand or expedition. Bravura came naturally to him. In Snedens Landing, a hillside enclave twenty miles upriver from New York where we sometimes passed our summers, there is a small waterfall made by a brook that splashes steeply down into a mossy and perpetually shadowed woodland pool. When I was a child, there were always large Sunday picnics there, in an adjoining pergola that looked out on the Hudson, and my father, on the slightest urging and sometimes with no urging at all, would climb up to a scary, almost invisible niche in the cliff face, nearly thirty feet above the water. He would stand there interminably—a bald, narrow Tarzan in floppy bathing trunks—and then at last launch himself out over the boulders in an elegant swan dive into the exact center of the tiny pool. I can still see the waves sloshing over the spillway as he came up, spouting and triumphant. It was a parlor trick, of a kind, and, like all parlor tricks, perhaps insufferable—except to a small son of the diver.
We stopped going to Snedens when my parents were divorced, but I remember returning to the pool with Father once when I was in my teens. He climbed up the cliff again and poised and dived, but this time I tried to talk him out of it; I was embarrassed by the whole dangerous performance. The truth was, of course, that I didn't have the nerve to try it myself, and I lacked the spirit that made it all so important to him.
It was this spirit, brought to mountain climbing, to figure skating, to tap dancing, to tennis and trout fishing, to skiing and canoeing and gardening and so forth, that sometimes inspired us in the family to call him the King of the Forest. His tennis game was thunderous but erratic, and it took years for me to realize that his real physical grace was non-suburban. He could flick a Royal Coachman fly again and again into a backwater beneath an alder thicket twenty yards away; he knew how to carve an axe handle; and he swam, otterlike, with an oily smoothness that left no ripples. He was a terrible tap dancer, by contrast, but undauntable. Late one night in Paris (he was in his sixties), while in company with his friends the British writer V. S. Pritchett and his wife, he broke into a creaky, Gene Kellyish spatter of kicks and taps across the sidewalk and up the store shutters of a steep little side street in Montmartre. I was appalled when the Pritchetts told me about it later, but they didn't agree. "No, no," they said, laughing. "It was simply extraordinary."
Where this élan came from is a mystery, for he was not a trivial sort of person, not an entertainer. He didn't get it from his father, a slight, almost frail man, who had been crippled by childhood polio. My father didn't know him for long, in any case. Elgin Adelbert Angell was aboard the French liner La Bourgogne—one of the last North Atlantic blue-ribbon ships with masts as well as steam—which sank, en route to France on July 4, 1898, off Sable Island, southeast of Nova Scotia, after a dawn collision with a British merchant vessel, Cromartyshire, with the loss of five hundred and forty-nine lives. It was a famous marine disaster of its day. My grandfather, a Cleveland lawyer, had embarked the day before, and was looking forward to a reunion with his wife and daughter—my father's younger sister, Hildegarde—who had been in Europe for six months. The story behind this is that my grandmother had exhausted herself nursing my father through a long bout of typhoid, and had been sent abroad, on doctor's advice, to recover her health. My father, who had just turned nine, had been booked aboard La Bourgogne as well, but he came down with chicken pox and had to be left behind. Fortuitously, my grandmother's brother, Frederick Curtis, was the head of a small school for boys in Brookfield, Connecticut; my father had been enrolled there during his mother's absence, and there the disappointed patient had to remain, while his father went on alone. My father never said much about this episode in his life, but he did once tell me that his Uncle Fred, who had a long beard, used to make the rounds in his nightshirt, carrying a candle, to kiss each of the boys good night. I don't know when my father got word about La Bourgogne or how many weeks or months went by before he was reunited with his mother and sister, but this Dickensian scene is what comes to mind when I try to imagine the moment: the wavering candle held by his approaching, sadly murmuring uncle, who wakes him up for the bad news.
Ernest Angell (school friends sometimes called him Sincere Cupid) grew up in Cleveland, did well at the private University School there, and was sent off to Paris and Munich for a year of studies before entering Harvard, in 1907. A photograph of him at the time shows the stiff collar, upright carriage, and chin-up, serious gaze that we have come to associate with the optimism of those times. He took six subjects in his freshman year, including physics, German 4 (a Goethe course), Latin composition, and Greek. Somewhere along the line, he had taught himself trigonometry. He took a cold shower at seven-thirty each morning, and resolved to "make a hard try for ØBK"—a successful one, it turned out—and strove even harder, I think, to find friends. He went out for and failed to make the Crimson and the freshman baseball team but got over it. He attended sermons and concerts and galleries and operas (he heard Caruso in "Il Trovatore" at the Boston Theatre); performed in a German play with the Deutsche Verein; went to dinners and dances and football games; frequently called on a Cambridge girl named Evelyn Bolles and her family; and berated himself for a generally wasted year. ("Outside of regular work I've done nothing that counts for anything," he writes in his diary on May 23, 1908.) He passed his summers at Chocorua, in the midst of the White Mountains of New Hampshire, as he had since boyhood, and here, I think, his insatiable energy brought him more happiness. He became an accomplished woodsman, bushing out new trails along the Sandwich Range, camping for days at a time along the Albany Intervale, and canoeing and fishing with the other young summer people; there are snapshots of him there in winter as well, grinning in bear-paw snowshoes. (It was in Chocorua that he met my mother, Katharine Sergeant, whom he married after he got out of Harvard Law School, in 1913.) "Ernest was easily our leading spirit," a lifelong friend of his, Stuart Chase, said many years later. "Sometimes we called him 'the Great Man.' " One summer, there was a tragedy at Chocorua, when two young Irishwomen, immigrant domestics with one of the visiting families, got into a canoe on their day off and disappeared. When they were discovered in the lake, a day or two later, my father was the one who dived down and brought up the bodies; what he remembered about it, he told me once, was that the turtles had been at them.
On one or perhaps two of those college summers, he sailed north in a schooner from Boston with Sir Wilfred Grenfell's mission to the Eskimos and fishermen along the outer Labrador coast: an odd journey, for him. I think he was impelled more by the adventure of it than by the good works. He took along a huge .45-90 rifle that I was sometimes allowed to heft when I was a kid; he'd wanted to bag a polar bear, he said, but never got off a shot. Only lately has it dawned on me that these summers may have had a purpose that he himself didn't wholly understand, and that the voyages out and back must have brought him close to the foggy cold waters where he had lost his father.
I want to bring back this sad, formidable man as he was in the early nineteen-thirties, when he and I and my older sister, Nancy, were living together in a narrow brownstone on East Ninety-third Street, with the steep front stoop of its time. We are comfortable enough there, God knows, with a succession of governesses to keep an eye on us kids, and a delightful French couple, Joseph and Edmonde Petrognani, living in the basement. Joseph does the cooking, while Edmonde, thin and beautiful, keeps house and waits on us at dinner. These are hard times, all the same. The Great Depression is deepening, and some of Father's friends who come for dinner have lost their jobs and are silent with anxiety; now and then we take in a frayed banker or architect friend for a week or two, a man who has lost his house or apartment and his savings as well, and has sent his family off somewhere while he stays in the city and looks for work. New York has taken on a shrivelled appearance; nothing is painted or shined, and the people one passes on the sidewalk move slowly, with a stunned look on their faces. Our house is mortgaged, and the time comes when Father tells Edmonde and Joseph that he's sorry, but he can no longer keep them on. They have no place to go, though, and so they stay on and, for the time being, agree to work for nothing. (Later on, he paid them back.) Our mother, Nancy's and mine, has been gone some years since. There has been a bitter divorce—in love with another man, the young writer E. B. White, she went off to Reno. My father's pride was injured, and he fought her hard, wore her down, until he won an agreement for joint custody of his children that would keep them under his roof, not hers; he swore that he would take her to court and shame her unless she agreed. A mistake all around: neither of them ever talks about this deadlock, and no wonder. Nancy and I don't talk about it, either. We go off to school together each morning on the double-decker No. 3 Fifth Avenue bus, to the lively, faintly cuckoo Lincoln School, up near Columbia; we can hardly wait for the weekends, when we visit our mother and Andy White in their happy, sunlit apartment down on Eighth Street. They have a Scottie named Daisy and a new baby, our brother Joel; there is a Ping-Pong table in one room, and the place is full of laughing, chain-smoking young writers and artists from The New Yorker, where they all work.
It doesn't occur to me to blame anybody for this setup, but it is plain that something has gone wrong. Nancy, graver now and more grownup, goes off to boarding school outside Boston. I am living on the top floor at Ninety-third Street, where the bathroom connects via an odd skylight airshaft to my father's bathroom, directly below, and sometimes in the morning I silently unlatch the little window there and listen to my father talking to himself while he shaves. He mutters and exclaims under his breath. What! I hear, and No, I won't! There is a harsh, mumbled discourse—I can't make it out—and then a quieter trailing off: perhaps a more complicated thought about some law case of his. Things aren't going well downtown, I know that much. Then I hear an If she thinks . . . that's almost shouted: he's back on my mother again. My name turns up, too, some days: Rog-er, with the syllables broken in half like a stick, or Why can't he ever . . . I close the window.
This stuff scared me, not just because of its severity and barely suppressed anger but because Father and I were in this together now, and he was suffering in spirit. I didn't put it to myself that way, but I sensed we were in danger. I knew I was letting him down in school, where I had stopped working. My notebooks were in a hopeless mess, and I was always in trouble, often being turned in to the principal's office. I broke windows and lab objects, slid off to afternoon movies, and skipped gym. One day, I dropped some pistol cartridges from a high window onto the sidewalk below, to see if they'd go off; a couple of other times I was found in the crawl space under the auditorium, where I had smoked vile messages on the ceiling with a candle. Father was angry when news of my school malfeasances came home; veins stood out on his forehead and he shouted. Bad manners also set him off. He never whacked me but sometimes I wished he would. Instead, he sat me down and flailed me with long, lawyerly arguments about my shortcomings. "Where is your sense of responsibility?" he said. "I see no signs of it, young man. There has been no progress whatsoever." On and on he went, for twenty minutes at a stretch. He appeared barely able to contain his disappointment in me or his fears for my future. I sat in silence, waiting for it to be over, and secretly counted the detested "young man" appellations. At times these courtroom dramas took me to tears. One night, it became too much for me. "You make me want to be dead!" I burst out, and saw the shock of it turn him pale. He stopped at once, and then it was a long time before the next lecture.
He wasn't cruel: he was scared to death. Not much was going right with him, his money was running low, and he had to borrow from his sister, Hildegarde, to keep things going; my mother, who was doing well at the New Yorker, paid an increasing share of the school bills for Nancy and me—a bitter blow for him. He had taken on the burdens of being a single parent—both parents, actually—with little talent for the work and no firsthand example or memory to draw upon. He had no idea what kids were like. He was winging it there for a couple of years, and it amazes me sometimes that we came through at all.
He held on. He never gave in, never succumbed to languor or self-pity, never failed to go off to work, and, except for those morning groans and curses to himself, never said a word to anyone about his fears. He sustained a formidable social life, going to dinners or a dance two or three times each week, joining friends for weekend hikes or gallery visits, and entertaining at home, where he liked to serve the illicit, Prohibition-era wine he had fermented and aged in the cellar—Château Quatre-Vingts Treize. Father was good company and attracted lively friends—among them the playwright Sidney Howard, Walter Lippmann, and the Sam Lewisohns, whose house on Fifth Avenue was stuffed with Seurats and Renoirs and Cézannes. In that smaller New York of the thirties, people saw each other often, with an intimacy not much distracted by celebrity or wealth; in the Depression particularly, they needed the comfort of talk and laughter. I couldn't take my eyes off the women, with their shining hair and glittering dresses. My father loved women, too, and sometimes one of his lady friends would still be there at the house in the morning, having coffee at the breakfast table with us before I went off to school. I wanted him to marry again; for a long time he was in love with a beautiful divorcée, with three terrific daughters, but she could never quite get over her failed marriage. Another one of his girls, Jean Simon, came up to my room with him one evening and kissed me good night after he did. He was lonely, but said so only to his sister Hildegarde—in some of those swiftly scrawled letters I saw him turn out—a writer who was living in Mexico. She was his confidante, and in those letters, which have somehow come down to me, he is less cheerful. "Lost my big case." "I'm tired as I can be—the difficulties with K, worry about finances, etc." I am in there, too: he is thinking of sending me to military school.
There is a misapprehension here, a dark crosscurrent, that still startles me. I wasn't a bad kid—I missed my mother, and I had guessed that somehow he was to blame for that, and I was lazy and careless and sometimes silly in return—but the struggle that he couldn't win or shake free of was his failed marriage, not his children. The divorce was off limits for us all, and his expression grew taut and wary if Nancy or I went on about our weekends or vacations with Mother and Andy. My mother, for her part, waited some years and then told us that it was our father's love affairs that had destroyed the marriage. He had been an intelligence officer in France in the war, and had come back after three years abroad with different ideas about sex and marriage. He had even encouraged her to try an affair of her own: they would be a modern couple. This was what had done them in, but my mother could never bring herself to say that she had left us kids behind, along with the marriage, in order to join Andy White. Her tale stopped at that point, for all her life. Parental memoirists, caught somewhere between feelings of disloyalty and the chic contemporary mode that demands that we tell all and affix damages, don't take this stuff lightly. Neither could the principals. Why else do I remember a day in the nineteen-sixties when I was having lunch with my mother at the Al-gonquin and she introduced me to Groucho Marx, who had stopped by our table to say hello? "A son named Angell?" Groucho said at once. "How did that happen?"
"Well," my mother began, "it's a long story—"
"And a sordid one, I'll wager," Groucho said. Waggling his eyebrows, he departed.
What a marriage that must have been—hers and my father's, I mean—stuffed with sex and brilliance and psychic murder, and imparting a lasting unease. Get hold of Sophocles or bring back Groucho: it's time to sweep up these bodies. Tales like this were not uncommon for people of my generation, to be sure, and have grown into cliché; what perhaps makes mine different is that the central figure, the king, for all his destructiveness and ferocity and self-doubt, turned out to be an exceptional father, with heroic energies. "Parenting" in its contemporary sense was not a concept most fathers would have understood back then, but if it was pride that first made him fight to keep his children, he then plunged right ahead with fatherhood, striding up its trail at full bore. I can scarcely remember a weekend when he and I were not off tobogganing, or taking the ferry to Staten Island, or hurrying to see the latest Diego Rivera murals, or climbing in Inwood Park, or working on my new curveball (I blew out my arm early), or stitching costumes for a marionette show I was preparing to put on, or catching the new Ed Wynn show at a matinée, or, one late-November Saturday, getting up early to drive to Yale Bowl for a famous Barry Wood-Albie Booth Harvard-Yale game. (On the way, with other friends aboard, he stopped the car unexpectedly in the middle of a covered bridge in Connecticut—there were no parkways then—forcing us all to expel the hold-your-breath wishes we were making about the game's outcome. Red-faced, we at last let go and glared at him. He laughed, but when he started up again he said, "To hell with Yale!" and then we all shouted it together.)
Summers were no different, and in his half of our vacations—we went to Maine and the Whites later on—he took Nancy and me to a ranch in Montana; to the oil fields and semi-jungles around Tampico, Mexico; to Nantucket and Chocorua; to New Mexico and the Painted Desert of Arizona; to a cattle farm in Missouri. These were inventive, unpackaged vacations, more adventurous than anything my school friends seemed to be doing in their summers, and he was our driver and guide and keeper. In Tampico, we took a trip down the brackish Laguna de Tamiahua, south of the port, hooking passage on an ancient, lifeboat-size ferry that was towed all through that memorable night behind a larger vessel loaded with pigs. Another day, Father and I got aboard a narrow-gauge, gasolinepowered train that putted us twenty-five miles inland to Pánuco, an oil town that dated back to Cortés's time. A couple of armed soldiers lounged on the platform of our crowded car, protecting us against bandits; it was the rainy season, and for most of the distance we swished our way through a lake of drowned trees, leaving a widening wake astern. That night, I saw a corpse being carried along on a shutter, just across the street, and went to my first prizefight, up onstage at the local theatre. When "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre" came along, seventeen years later, I knew they'd got the local color right.
Every book I read back then, and every sudden passion I developed, elicited Father's curiosity and support. After I determined that I would become a naturalist when I grew up, our house filled up with fish tanks and snakes and horned toads, mice (to feed the snakes), a coatimundi that we picked up on the trip to Mexico, and then a fiercely biting macaque given to me by my mother's friend Emily Hahn. "Interesting, let's see," my father said of each proposed further addition, and that night or the next he would sit down with me as I pored over the catalogue from the Ross Allen Reptile Institute, in Silver Springs, Florida, while, counting up my allowance, I selected the next specimen. Then he would go downstairs to prepare Joseph and Edmonde for another creature under our roof.
What lightened us up for good was Father's sudden notion, in the autumn of 1931, of finding a young Columbia student to come by late in the afternoons to provide me with some company until he got home from the office. (At eleven, I had outlasted the final governess.) Arthur (Tex) Goldschmidt turned up for the job—a slight, smiling political-economy major from San Antonio, with a slant of blond hair across his forehead, and fingers stained yellow by his incessant Chesterfields, and after Father caught my eye he asked him to stay on for dinner. This was a good thing, Tex confessed later, because he was flat broke. Soon Tex's hours had expanded to four nights a week; within a few months, he had moved in with us for good. Tex taught me a rackety, blindfolded, down-on-your-knees game called Calf Rope, in which you bashed your opponents with a rolled-up newspaper. He asked me about my school girlfriends and named one of them Betty Boop. He got me reading the New Republic and New Masses, and took me to see grainy Sergei Eisenstein films, on Fourteenth Street. Observing the pantings and fartings of our old Boston terrier Tunney one day, he proposed that the federal government should fund a plan like the Passamaquoddy Bay project that would put all this energy to some use. When word came back from Lincoln that I was being viewed as the worst head of student government in the history of the elementary school (the job was handed out by rote, not merit), Tex said, "Wow, and you weren't even trying!"
Tex saved my life, and perhaps he did more than that for Father. The product of a family of idealistic German intellectuals, Tex fired up my father's rather distant liberalism, brought professors and journalists he knew to dinner, and got us talking about Tammany Hall and the Reichstag fire and the Scottsboro boys and subsistence gardens for the unemployed. Tex was a leader of a Columbia student strike over the university's expulsion of the editor of the Spectator, and the next day at breakfast we excitedly passed around the Herald Tribune, with a heroic photograph of him addressing a crowd from the base of the Alma Mater statue while being pelted with eggs. (He insisted that I take part in all this fervor and discussion, and within weeks had converted me into the junior op-ed voice at the dinner table, and a major pain in the neck.) When Tex came back from a week's visit to the bloody mine strike in Harlan County, Kentucky, my father gave him a watch and a dinner party. He and my father shaved together each morning, after I'd gone to school, and talked politics and ideas and books, which is to say that Father had stopped talking to himself, except on weekends. He trusted Tex in everything, and let him take me along in our old Franklin sedan for local and long-distance trips. When Tex and I went to Detroit by bus in March of 1933 to pick up a new car, an Essex, that Father had wangled at a very low price from an advertising friend, we found that all the banks had closed down and the city was running on scrip, not U.S. currency. The New Deal was at hand.
Evenings at Ninety-third Street have kept their zing. The candles are lit, people are here for dinner, and Tex has once again brought along his friend and mentor Joseph D. McGoldrick—a rotund, pink-haired professor of government, with glasses slipping down his nose, who would soon become New York City Comptroller under Fiorello LaGuardia. Joseph (the other Joseph) has given us crêpes Suzette for dessert, and after dinner, up in the library—where my four-and-a-half-foot king snake Humphrey, the very Mona Lisa of my collection, is oozing his way contentedly along behind the blue Conrad volumes—we'll play the new game that's all the rage with university faculties. Like everyone else just then, Tex and I have laid out our own board on easel paper, with ruled-in squares, made-up corporate names, and hand-scissored strips of money, and tonight, as before, Joe McGoldrick will be the first player in the room to go broke. Maybe this game, Monopoly, as yet unpatented, will catch on someday.
I'm not sure if Tex was at the house on a snowy night in the winter of 1933 when my father asked a few men friends in for drinks before a Roman Revel masquerade party at the Century Club. Observing that each of them had managed no more than the predictable bedsheet toga and paper-laurel crown, I said to Father, "Why don't you dress up like Cleopatra and take Humphrey along with you?" The suggestion came half-way into the second round of Martinis and was acted upon at once. Lady friends of my father were consulted by telephone, and quickly rallied round with filmy garments and makeup. I remember gilding the paternal toes with poster paint. In no time, the startling drag was complete, and Father, wrapping Humphrey around one arm, slipped into his overcoat and departed for Rome with his entourage. He had a thin time of it there, it turned out, discovering to his amazement that not many fellow-members among the distinguished group shared his happiness and adventurous interest in partying in first-class reptilian company. " 'My God, it's alive!' " he said the next morning, imitating, for my delight, his clubmates' squeamish noises and unherpetological departing scuttle.
After Tex finished his graduate work at Columbia, and got married and went off to work for the New Deal—he became a noted Department of the Interior specialist in water development and environmental protection—he told friends of his that it was my father's trust and fairness of mind that had probably kept him from joining the Communist party in those anxious times. And my father, in a letter to Tex's parents, said that he liked him better than any young person he knew and had come to think of him as a combination son and brother. Tex, laughing with me years later, said, "Of course, it was just like him not to tell me that he'd done such a thing."
This account, a boy's view, has not offered much about my father's other self—his politics, say, which he took seriously. He busied himself within the American Civil Liberties Union and the Foreign Policy Association, and sopped up all the weightier weekly and quarterly journals. (Well, almost all: unopened copies of the weekly Manchester Guardian, in their yellowish wrappers, tended to pile up under a table in the living room and would only later be taken out, ripped open, and absorbed over a giant weekend cram course.) Father voted for the Socialist Norman Thomas in 1932 as a protest against the hopeless Hoover and the lightweight Franklin Delano Roosevelt, then underwent something of a conversion to the New Deal. But F.D.R.'s maneuverings with the Constitution meant another crisis of principles for my old man, and a second Norman Thomas gesture in 1936. His real affiliation was for fairness. As a member of the liberal Willard Straight Post, which unsurprisingly got itself thrown out of the American Legion after much public opposition to that staid body's patriotic and isolationist lobbyings, he happily led a legal battle that went to the New York State Supreme Court and brought vindication and reinstatement. I'm not sure he ever went to another meeting.
I have slighted my mother, whose emotional and professional attachment to The New Yorker drew me inexorably toward writing and editing and, in time, to the magazine itself. The choice was an easy one for me, because myfather never murmured or hinted thatI had let him down in some fashionby joining the Whites' family firm, soto speak. It was quite the contrary.In 1950, I wrote a story called "Tennis," a work of fiction, thinly veiled, that drew heavily on the struggles I wasstill experiencing in beating Fatherat singles. In the story, the narrator,a man named Minot, is rebuked by his wife for pouting and carrying on when his more spectacular father takes him again, on his court in New Jersey. Later in the story, the senior player suffers a courtside heart attack but survives, leaving the two men to wonder what they've been doing to the game all this time. I ran this effort past my father,in manuscript, who saw the connection, of course, but insisted that it should be submitted unchanged. When it came out in the New Yorker, he called to tell me how proud he was, and added that a few friends of his had already been in touch with him to protest my perfidy. "I can't believe it," he said. "Can't they see it's a story? Can't they see how good it is?" Four or five years after this, almost inevitably, after my father and I had been playing Sunday doubles together at his friend Stuart Chase's court in Redding, he complained in the car of a heaviness and some twinges in his chest: a full-blown coronary, it turned out. When we got home to his weekend place nearby, I called his doctor, who said he'd send over a local man he knew and that he was ordering an ambulance from Danbury. My father waited calmly enough, lying out on an old Victorian sofa in his tennis whites, and at last I said, "This is weird, isn't it?"
"I've been thinking that, too," he said, with a little gleam of pleasure.
"Just remember the script," I said. "If you die now, I'll never forgive you."
"O.K.," he said, "I won't die." And he didn't—not for a long time.
I have passed over the whole latter half of my father's life, which brought him a happy second marriage, financial and social comfort, a twin son and daughter, and some honors at the end. (He was, among other things, an almost perpetual chairman of the board of the A.C.L.U., and served as well at International Commission of Jurists meetings in Athens and New Delhi.) None of Father's other children share the view of him that I have offered. Nancy found it harder to forgive the harsh terms of that long-ago divorce and the worrying sort of love thatcame from our guilt-worn mother. The twins, Abby and Christopher, recall a father who was too old for the job—he was fifty-five when they were born—and too willing to hand the work over to others. Quite by chance, I had the best of him, and it was by luck that I had final word of him, a year or two ago, almost a quarter century after his death, when a woman I didn't know sent me a clipping from the August, 1903, issue of St. Nicholas magazine. Both of my parents had grown up reading this famous children's monthly, and both of them had been contributors to the "St. Nicholas League," a popular feature that ran poems and stories and drawings and photographs by young subscribers. The clip that was marked for me—I have no idea how my correspondent knew the connection—was called "Polly's Fourth (A True Story)," with the byline "by Ernest Angell (Age 13)." It begins briskly: "One 29th of June found Polly Stewart and her parents in the city of Montreal. Late that evening they took a steamer en route for England, sailing early the next morning." The story goes on, in unadorned prose, to describe the wonders of the "ever-widening St. Lawrence" and the option that liners had in summertime of steaming north of Newfoundland, instead of taking the longer southern route. Polly's vessel goes north, and passes the Strait of Belle Isle. But "when Polly awoke the next morning the engines were still and silence reigned. . . . The steamer was inclosed by ice stretching as far as the eye could reach, tumbled, irregular, of a pale green color!" The vessel lies motionless in this dangerous situation, "save when the ice parted a little around the boat, showing the black water. . . . Of course the weather was bitterly cold." The next day, the ship moves more freely, drawing clear of the floes, although it is learned that during the night it grazeda large iceberg. "The rest of the voyage was uneventful, and the Stewartsarrived in due time at Liverpool. But that Fourth in the ice Polly will never forget."
Neither had my father forgotten,for the journey he writes, with its proper date, takes his father's boat north of Newfoundland, rather than on the fatal course to the south, and he steers its passengers and crew safely homeat last. I can't get this brusque tale outof my mind, or account for the audacity of its author. He has rewritten the worst moments of his life, and,at whatever price, put them behind him. At thirteen, he is on his own, and ready for all of us who await him eagerly up the line. ♦


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GEORGETOWN – A tale of two halves proved to be the difference Saturday as the Southwestern University football team fell to Austin College on Homecoming, 25-6 at Birkelbach Field.
The Pirates (0-8, 0-2) matched the 'Roos (4-5, 1-1) in the second half as the teams traded field goals in the SCAC contest; however it was a 20-point first quarter that propelled the visitors to the victory and kept Southwestern winless on the season.
After holding the 'Roos to a punt on their first possession, Southwestern looked as if they were going to take early control of the game. Using a variety of offensive weapons the Pirates changed the pace before a fumble deep in Austin territory gave the 'Roos the ball at their own 42-yard line.
Austin was able to capitalize quickly on the turnover as they turned to their rushing attack much like they did in the first meeting. Bryce Murphy rumbled 58-yards on the ensuing play to give Austin the early 7-0 lead.
A quick three-and-out for the Pirates again saw the 'Roos find the end zone as their ground game netted 269 yards and three touchdowns. The second score came from James Nwankpah in a quick 4-play 79 drive that only took 1:36 off the clock.
A second Murphy touchdown with 3:12 left in the first quarter saw Austin take 20-0 lead before the Pirate offense started clicking. Bryan Hicks found Matt Gillen twice on the drive including once for 29-yards before the Pirates were forced to settle for a field goal.
Laith Tucker connected on the first of two field goals as his first came from 42-yards out just before the first quarter ended.
The 'Roos added two more points when a Michael Erwin punt was blocked and pushed out of the back of the end zone for a safety.
The Pirates looked as if they had answered on the next drive march 79 yards before a Hicks to Gillen passed was ruled incomplete after the officials met in a conference. The incomplete pass came on 4th-and-goal from the 1-yard line.
Hicks was solid in his first start at quarterback finishing 23-of-39 for 216 yards. Gillen also proved to be a steady weapon in the offense finishing with 10 catches for 145 yards in the loss.
Defensively the Pirates were led by Zach Martin who finished with a game-high 11 tackles as the Southwestern defense held Austin to just three points in the second half. Alex Lee and AJ McCort also finished with double figure tackles adding 10 each as Lee added a sack and two tackles for a loss.
Neither team was able to score before the intermission as the momentum for both teams stalled.
Andrew Klink and Tucker each traded field goals in the third quarter as Austin pushed its lead to 25-6, the game's eventual final score.
Southwestern heads on the road for its final two home games starting with a SCAC meeting at Trinity. Kickoff from San Antonio is set for 1 p.m.

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Wales great Bleddyn Williams dies
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Bleddyn Williams has died aged 86 © Getty Images
Legendary Cardiff and Wales centre Bleddyn Williams has died aged 86.
Williams, christened 'the Prince of centres', won 22 caps for Wales and held the captain's armband when they last defeated the All Blacks in 1953, having already led Cardiff to victory over the same opponents weeks before.
Alongside Dr. Jack Matthews he formed one of the great centre partnerships for Cardiff, Wales and the Lions. The Williams name became synonymous with Cardiff rugby and he was one of eight brothers to pull on the blue and black of the club.
In 1950 Williams served as vice captain of the British & Irish Lions tour to Australia and New Zealand, playing 20 games on tour and captaining the side in two Tests against the All Blacks the absence of Irish hooker Karl Mullen.
Williams made his Test debut against England in 1947 as Wales won a share of the Five Nations title, having served with the Royal Air Force during World War Two. He retired following a Test match against England in 1955, entering in to a successful career in the media.
He was awarded an MBE in the 2005 New Years Honours, and died following a long illness at the Holme Tower medical centre in Penarth, Vale of Glamorgan.
"Bleddyn will be remembered by us all as a true gentleman of our national sport who was rightly celebrated as a genuine 'class act' both on and off the field of play," said Cardiff CEO Bob Norster in a statement.
"His outstanding abilities both as a player and an individual saw him respected and admired throughout the rugby playing world and his sad passing is mourned by his many friends and acquaintances here at the Arms Park and far beyond."
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Mechanically sound, with decent bodywork, at most I'd be happy to spend £2,000ish.


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The Normandy SR-2 is Shepard's main method of transportation across space in Mass Effect 2, and successor to Shepard's previous starship. This starship was commisioned and built after the SSV Normandy SR-1 was destroyed by the Collectors. Its construction was funded by the Illusive Man and the group known as Cerberus. It's basis was the Normandy SR-1, a cutting edge Systems Alliance ship. The Illusive Man took the old Normandy, and mimicked the design of it's core and stealth capabilities, then included more comfortable crew quarters and other important features. It nearly weighs twice as much as the original Normandy SR-1.


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This is an excerpt from Therapeutic Exercise for Musculoskeletal Injuries, Third Edition, by Peggy A. Houglum, PhD, ATC, PT.
Pitching has been investigated more thoroughly than any other overhead activity, with the shoulder most often the primary focus. It is recognized that the baseball pitcher uses the entire body in the pitching motion, beginning with the lower extremities and advancing to the trunk, shoulder, elbow, wrist, and hand. An alteration in any segment of this chain can affect the outcome. Consistent accuracy through repetition of coordinated high-velocity activity is the key to successful pitching. It is also the source of injury.
Pitching is a smooth, continuous motion that occurs during a relatively brief period. Depending on the investigator, baseball pitching is divided into three (Pappas et al., 1985), four (Jobe, Moynes, Tibone, & Perry, 1984), five (Braatz & Gogia, 1987), or six (Park, Loebenberg, Rokito, & Zuckerman, 2002/2003a) phases. Of these studies, the most commonly used phases include windup, early cocking, late cocking, acceleration, and follow-through.
Windup, the setting phase of the pitching motion, occurs when the individual positions the body such that the glove (non-throwing) side is facing the target. The purpose of the windup is to set a rhythm that establishes a synchronized timing of the body parts (Braatz & Gogia, 1987). At the start, the two hands are together and near the body anywhere from the belt to the head as he takes a step back with the leg contralateral to the throwing arm. This contralateral leg is the stride leg while the ipsilateral leg is the support leg (Dillman, Fleisig, & Andrews, 1993). With the weight transfer, the body rotates 90° as the stride leg flexes at the hip and knee so the pelvis rotates towards the throwing shoulder and the lumbar spine flexes slightly. The body winds up so that all segments of the body from the legs to the arms are able to contribute to the ball's propulsion (Pappas et al., 1985). This phase is a minimally demanding portion of the pitching motion. Speed, energy expenditure, and forces generated are all at low levels.
Cocking begins when the hands separate and ends when abduction and maximum lateral rotation of the shoulder is achieved (Pappas et al., 1985). Cocking is divided into early cocking and late cocking according to the contact of the forward foot on the ground. In early cocking, the scapula is retracted and the humerus is abducted, laterally rotated, and horizontally extended. The elbow flexes. The stride leg begins to extend the knee; abduct, medially rotate and extend the hip; and evert and plantar flex the ankle (Braatz & Gogia, 1987). The non-throwing shoulder is abducted and its elbow is extending. The body's center of gravity is lowered because the support knee and hip are flexing and the hips and pelvis begin to rotate forward.
Late cocking begins when the stride foot hits the ground (Jobe et al., 1984). At the time of foot contact, both arms are elevated about 90° and in line with each other along the plane of the shoulders. Anterior stress on the glenohumeral joint is predominant at this time, with the body in front of the arm. The deltoid is strongly active during early cocking. When maximum shoulder lateral rotation and abduction to at least 90° occur, the static stabilizers of the shoulder, the glenohumeral capsule and ligaments, serve to limit further motion. Active stabilizers, including the forward flexors, lateral rotators, the subscapularis, pectoralis major, and latissimus dorsi, act as additional restraints to control motion. Scapular stabilizers such as the pectoralis minor and serratus anterior are also active in late cocking. Reciprocal inhibition of the other rotator cuff muscles, the teres minor, supraspinatus, and infraspinatus, is also taking place as these muscles attempt to resist the superior subluxating forces that occur when the trunk is in a forward lean and the shoulder is maximally laterally rotated (Jobe et al., 1984). At the end of late cocking, the lumbar spine hyperextends to add to the shoulder's lateral rotation (Braatz & Gogia, 1987). The supraspinatus and infraspinatus are particularly active in late cocking. By the end of this phase, the shoulder medial rotators are on maximum stretch, the body is "wound" optimally for the elastic energy transfer, and the pelvis leads the shoulders to face the target legs and trunk begin their acceleration for energy transfer to the arm. Right before the end of this phase, the body laterally tilts to the non-throwing arm side. Shoulder rotation to the target and lateral trunk motion are facilitated by the non-throwing arm's motion from a position of abduction at the start of late cocking to adduction and extension at the end (Braatz & Gogia, 1987).
Acceleration starts with maximum shoulder lateral rotation and abduction and ends when the ball leaves the fingers (Jobe et al., 1984). The movements in this phase include scapular protraction, humeral horizontal flexion and medial rotation, and elbow extension. Just prior to ball release, the shoulder is still at about 90° of abduction. The glenohumeral joint's capsule is wound tight to provide an elastic force release and the accelerator muscles are also maximally stretched (Perry, 1983). During this phase the speed of the arm has increased significantly in a relatively brief period, beginning from almost 0°/s at the end of cocking to 7500°/s by the end of acceleration, a time of 50 msec (Pappas et al., 1985). The serratus anterior and pectoralis major are strongly active during this phase as the arm moves forward and the scapula protracts (Jobe et al., 1984). The subscapularis and latissimus dorsi are contracting concentrically as the arm moves into medial rotation during acceleration (Jobe et al., 1984).
Follow-through occurs from the point of ball release to the completion of the motion when the support leg moves forward and contacts the ground to stop forward body motion (Jobe, Tibone, Perry, & Moynes, 1983). It is divided into early and late follow-through according to the point of maximal shoulder medial rotation. Early follow-through is completed rapidly, in less than 0.1 s (Moynes, Perry, Antonelli, & Jobe, 1986). Trunk rotation and scapular motions occur and are diminished to a varying extent from one style to another, depending on the individual thrower. The deltoid is strongly active during early follow-through (Jobe et al., 1984). The rotator cuff, especially the lateral rotators, must decelerate the arm after ball release and work against the momentum distraction forces occurring at the shoulder. The biceps is also working at high levels eccentrically to reduce distraction forces at the elbow (Jobe et al., 1984). Some of the forces produced during acceleration are absorbed by the stride leg; it is planted during acceleration and flexed knee position absorbs some of the forces (Braatz & Gogia, 1987). After the ball is released, the throwing arm continues to move across the body toward the opposite hip with the scapula continuing to protract; this cross-body motion helps to minimize irritation to the rotator cuff since the concomitant scapular motion keeps the coracoacromial arch structures from impinging on the rotator cuff (Braatz & Gogia, 1987).
It is during the follow-through that injuries to the posterior shoulder occur. The body must now dissipate the energy that has been developed to accelerate the ball. This is one reason it is important for the body to continue to move after the ball is released. An abrupt stop in arm motion will prevent this energy dissipation and cause these tremendous forces to be absorbed primarily by the shoulder. Flexing the trunk, flexng the support knee, and allowing the arm to continue along its path of movement across the body and to the opposite leg all assist in dissipating this energy and reducing distraction forces on the shoulder (Braatz & Gogia, 1987).
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Pentagon launches war court website
The Pentagon on Wednesday launched a new website Wednesday aimed at providing up-to-date information about military trials of suspected terrorists at Guantanamo, then used it to announce the first death penalty war crimes prosecution of the Obama administration.
Abd al Rahim al Nashiri, 46, a former Saudi millionaire, is accused of masterminding al Qaida's suicide bombing of a U.S. Navy warship in a Yemeni port a decade ago. His trial will be the first full military commission of the Obama era at a time when the White House is still committed to closing the prison camps. Wednesday, the Pentagon held 171 captives at its base in southeast Cuba, just four of them convicted war criminals.
News organizations have complained for years that the operation of the war court was often shrouded in secrecy and asked the Pentagon last year to begin posting information about military commission filings on the Internet as part of a push for better access to Guantanamo proceedings. That request was prompted by the banning of four reporters from military commissions for allegedly violating Pentagon rules. The Pentagon lifted the bans and rewrote its rules after news organizations complained that the bannings were illegal.
Retired Navy Vice Adm. Bruce MacDonald, who oversees the war court, chose to use the new website to announce the Nashiri charges.
But it was unclear whether the website would prove to be as complete as news reporters had hoped. The Nashiri page, however, included only prosecution documents against Nashiri, the alleged al Qaeda chief of Arabian Sea operations. Conspicuously missing was a July 15 filing by Nashiri's Pentagon defenders claiming that the case was too tainted by delay and CIA torture to go forward.
Nashiri is charged with directing the two suicide bombers who drove a bomb-laden skiff into the USS Cole in October 2000, killing 17 American sailors and crippling the $1.1 billion warship.
"It's long overdue from my standpoint," said John Clodfelter of Mechanicsville, Va., whose 21-year-old sailor son Kenneth was killed instantly in the ship's bulkhead. "It's just been unreal. Kenneth ... was tore up so horrifically."
Nashiri is defended by U.S. Navy Lt. Cmdr. Stephen Reyes who said the latest step signaled that it was now "time to see how transparent these trials will be.
"Item No. 1: What happened to my client in CIA custody?"
Some of that has already come out in congressional investigations and documents surfaced through the Freedom of Information Act: While at a secret CIA prison, an agent revved a power drill near the head of a naked, hooded Nashiri, who was also subjected to water boarding, a technique that Attorney General Eric Holder has called torture.
Pentagon lawyers and contractors have spent the summer readying the war court former President George W. Bush created and Barack Obama criticized as a senator then reformed as president. During the week of Sept. 11, MacDonald inspected Guantánamo's crude tent city and maximum-security court, called Camp Justice.
The Nashiri case will be widely watched both within Navy circles and beyond as a test case of the new court. Pentagon lawyers are still preparing the for capital trial of five former CIA captives accused of conspiring in the Sept. 11 mass murder, chief among them confessed mastermind Khalid Sheik Mohammed.
The Cole capital case that MacDonald approved Wednesday included nine charges, from terrorism and murder as a war crime to treachery and attacking civilians. It also accuses Nashiri of a lesser known attack two years after the Cole bombing on a French oil tanker off the Yemen coast. A Bulgarian crewmember was killed.
Next, the chief war court judge, Army Col. James L. Pohl, gets to assign a military judge to the case, if not himself, to formally charge Nashiri within a month at the war court at Guantánamo. It will be the Saudi-born Yemeni Nashiri's first public appearance since he disappeared into CIA black site custody in November 2002.
The new website appeared on Wednesday morning without an announcement from the Secretary of Defense's Public Affairs office, which has handled war court releases for the past six years.
Instead, a former Bush era Defense Department deputy responsible for detention issues broke the news on a Heritage Foundation blog. His headline: "Military Commissions Just Became More Transparent."
It was the second Guantánamo revelation this week from the Obama Defense Department leaked in conservative circles. Sunday, The Weekly Standard included a profile of the new Obama era War Crimes Prosecutor, Army Brig. Gen Mark Martins, pledging to beam closed-circuit broadcasts of remote Guantánamo proceedings to both victims and media viewing centers on U.S. soil.
The Pentagon has declined to say whether they've established a viewing center for the Nashiri case in Norfolk, Va., the Cole's homeport, nor whether media would watch proceedings alongside the victims or at a separate location.
Nashiri and the alleged 9/11 plotters got to Guantánamo in September 2006 and have been sequestered at a secret prison camp, which some members of Congress have inspected. The detention center commander, Rear Adm. David B. Woods, said earlier this month that the camps and compound were ready for trial although he had yet to receive an order to prepare or plan for an execution chamber.
It will be up to Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta to pick what method of death penalty the post-9/11 tribunals will employ.
Meantime, the Pentagon has assigned two military lawyers, Reyes and Air Force Maj. Allison Danels, to defend Nashiri. MacDonald has also approved the funding of veteran death penalty defender Richard Kammen of Indianapolis, a civilian. The Pentagon has assigned a federal prosecutor from Kansas, Anthony Mattivi, to prosecute the case as well as a Navy Lt. Cmdr. Andrea K. Lockhart.


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There are, at the moment, only two swarm v1 server left.
Rob and Felix kindly provide the DE server, it has all the standard maps and campaigns, runs smoothly for several years now, and has seen a lot of reunion sessions. It is playable from the USofA, and from Canada, too, ping-wise.
You can check from your browser if there is anyone playing there at the moment, via alienswarm.de (browser needs to allow php scripts)
Thanks again to Rob and Felix, for providing this place to play.
The Space Engineers' server is located in greece, and it actually features two processes, here are the IP addresses:
The server has all the maps, I think, and it runs the Options Mutator. So players could type 'mutate optionhelp' into the console to get the small help screen up, showing the availiable mutator commands.
The server also has some odd unfinished stuff and unfinished maps. Try at your own risk.
Thanks to tchatzi too for keeping this one up. You guys are Humanity's last refuge...
Greece may be too far for the US players to get a good ping, but the DE server works okay.
I will keep this thread up-to-date. If any other permanent servers were put into service, they could be announced here as well.
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NEWTON, Mass. – With double-doubles from Brittany Moore (Billerica, Mass.) and Teresa Pina (Boston, Mass.) women's basketball got back on the winning track as they recorded a 72-55 win over Mount Ida College Tuesday evening at Mount Ida Athletic Center.
Moore's double-double consisted of 11 points and 11 rebounds, while Pina's evening was made-up of 15 points and 10 rebounds. From the field, Moore was 5-for-16 while on the glass all of her boards came on the offensive side of the court. For Pina she finished Tuesday's win shooting 5-of-17 from the field and 5-of-5 from the line. Of her 10 boards, six were recorded on the offensive glass.
Also finishing in double-figures was Andrea Suffredini (Milford, Mass.) who dropped in a season-high 17 points, while Gabriela Cogliano (Saugus, Mass.) recorded 10 points. On the boards it was Olivia Murphy (Canton, Mass.) who finished with a game and career-best 18 rebounds (8 off., 10 def.).
As a team the Beacons (5-1) held a substantial lead on the glass as the outrebounded the Mustangs (3-4) 72-31. UMass also finished the night shooting over 32% from the field, while Mount Ida shot over 37%. From behind the arc, the Mustangs were 7-for-13.
In the first half the Beacons held a slim advantage over the Mustangs but never once trailed the Mustangs on the scoreboard. Proving to be the difference maker in the first half was Moore who finished with 10 points and seven boards. Suffredini was also a driving force for the Beacons as she finished shooting 3-for-6 from the field while also going 2-for-2 at the line.
Murphy grabbed six boards to go along with her six points and one block. UMass was solid from the field in the first 20 minutes of play as they went 14-for-38 and also pulled down 14 of their 29 rebounds on the offensive side of the court.
After the break Pina exploded offensive scoring all of her 15 points in the final 20 minutes. Murphy was just as dominant in the paint pulling down 12 rebounds, while also leading the Beacons defensive effort with three steals. Suffredini capped off her evening with nine points, while Kirsten Morrison (North Reading, Mass.) came-off the bench to drop in eight points while also collecting seven rebounds.
For the Mustangs, Evebonee Acosta led the game with 18 points. Acosta also handed a game-best eight assists. Abbey Fedigan finished with 14 points and also recorded a team-best six boards.
Women's Basketball returns to action on Thursday when they travel to Tufts University a 7 p.m. non-conference game.


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BLUE Homestyle Recipe® Chicken Dinner with Garden Vegetables For Small Breed Adult Dogs
Delicious BLUE Small Breed Homestyle Recipe canned dog food provides him with rich, wholesome nutrition – each formula contains only healthy, natural ingredients. Plus, it's formulated to meet the higher energy demands of small breed dogs and helps promote healthy skin and coat.
Natural, High-Quality Chicken
Real deboned chicken provides essential Amino acids he needs every day.
Wholesome Whole Grains
Hearty whole grains like brown rice and barley supply the complex carbohydrates that your dog needs for energy.
Healthy Garden Veggies and Nutritious Fruit
Whole carrots and sweet potatoes, blueberries and cranberries...these are just some of the nutrient-rich fruits and veggies you'll find in our Homestyle Recipes.
ALWAYS Starts with Protein-Rich CHICKEN
- NO Chicken (or Poultry) By-Product Meals
- NO Corn, Wheat or Soy
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|100 mg/kg min
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*Not recognized as an essential nutrient by the AAFCO Dog Food Nutrient Profiles.
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BLUE Homestyle Recipe Small Breed Chicken Dinner Food for Dogs is formulated to meet the nutritional levels established by the AAFCO Dog Food Nutrient Profiles for maintenance.
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Feeding Instructions
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LEXINGTON, Ky. (WKYT) - Meter readers write dozens of them a day, but how serious is a parking ticket if it's not enforced?
LEXPARK, in charge of all parking enforcement in Lexington, has a hard time getting some people to pay up. WKYT takes a look at why people who've racked up big fines in the past will soon have a much harder time getting away without paying.
LEXPARK workers scan corners and read meters to make sure they're not missing a violation.
"Look for a lot of yellow curbs and things like that out here," notes four-year LEXPARK veteran Russ Music, "none of your tire can be in the yellow. So if your bumper's hanging over you're fine. Half their car is in the yellow."
Music showed us what violations he frequently finds on his route. He says LEXPARK roamers average about 30 tickets, and a few wheel boots, a day.
"If you have three outstanding tickets then you're boot eligible," says Music.
"I think it's all a mindset to people. Either they're gonna pay or they're not," notes LEXPARK General Manager Sherry Aytes.
Parking fines do double after ten days unpaid. Aytes says the higher amount still doesn't prompt everyone to pay up. Aside from sending letters, and giving your information to a collections agency, they can't do much else.
"We're not really heavy-handed on people, but we want to collect the money for the parking authority."
The number of tickets owed could soon drop drastically. LEXPARK is putting cameras in their cars that can scan license plates and find out if you owe.
"Once we have the cameras on this car, it'll notify me automatically as I drive by that car," Music tells us.
If the person registered to the car has more than three tickets unpaid, the car is immediately getting the boot.
"It was a pretty significant investment, but the return on the investment is really high. We'll probably recoup that the first year," says Aytes.
EAN HOLDINGS LLC, also known as Enterprise Car Rentals, is the organization listed with the most unpaid parking violations in Lexington.
They sent us the following statement explaining the misunderstanding, and tell us they are paying all violations -
"Every year, we reach out to local government agencies to remind them about any outstanding tickets – and furthermore, we publicly announce these efforts to make the annual initiative as transparent and high-profile as possible.
In this instance, we mistakenly believed that the majority of violations had been transferred directly to renters – but now that option does not seem to be available. After researching all violations, we have issued two checks covering the full amount due."
The new cameras inside LEXPARK vehicles will be installed some time in the next month. Aytes tells us Municipal Citation Solutions won the bid to bring the system into Lexington. MCS is in other cities in the region, including Louisville, Chattanooga, and Cedar Rapids. While LEXPARK won't share the exact amount spent on the cameras, they do expect to make up the cost difference through use of them.


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Spyware is on the tip of every security manager's tongue. During the past 18 months, spyware has exploded from a nuisance of faulty adware to a computing plague that threatens to compromise user privacy, expose proprietary data and destroy IT resources.
In a recent Information Security survey, 87.5 percent of respondents said that controlling spyware was their top priority for 2005. AV and security vendors are racing to convert consumer-centric antispyware applications to centrally manage tools designed to help enterprises counter the threat. But antispyware technology remains rooted in the signature-based framework of its AV cousins, making it only partially effective.
Enterprises can curb spyware by leveraging their existing infrastructure. These seven techniques can help enterprises close the gap on residual spyware risk.
1. DNS Black Holes
By tweaking your internal DNS servers to resolve common spyware domains to internal Web server IP addresses or to a local host (127.0.0.1), you can implement a DNS black hole. Whenever a machine is tricked into looking up a known spyware site, the internal DNS server will respond with an answer configured by the DNS admin.
Even if some spyware still manages to sneak in, manipulating DNS responses can prevent spyware packages from communicating with their home networks, rendering them inert.
Bleeding Edge of Snort's Black Hole DNS Spyware Project catalogs thousands of common spyware domains that should be considered when constructing DNS black holes.
Alternatively, you can include a list of potential spyware sites in each PC's local hosts file, resolving spyware sites to 127.0.0.1 without using DNS at all.
However, the DNS approach is easier to deploy because it doesn't require a configuration change to be pushed to each endpoint. Further, some spyware attacks the host file, changing its configuration to override any blocking via DNS or the hosts files themselves.
2. Restrict Privileges
Enterprises should consider getting serious about limiting the privileges granted to rank-and-file users.
Many organizations still give users local admin privileges. This is dangerous, because most users can be duped into running malicious programs. What's more, if you give users such access, they'll surf the Web and read e-mail with these accounts, likely exposing their systems.
Avoid this problem by assigning users to groups with limited privileges, especially on Windows machines. Assign user accounts to a limited-permission group, either the predefined "Restricted Users" group or a custom group.
However, to pull this configuration off in a Windows environment, security managers will have to alter their operations to support users with limited privileges. These operation changes include the following:
- Making sure clients have remote desktop management, such as Win-dows Remote Desktop, VNC or Dame-ware. This will allow the help desk to troubleshoot systems using administrator privileges.
- Deploying patch management and update control tools, such as Microsoft's Software Update Services (SUS), that let security teams push patches without user involvement.
- Installing by default various necessary browser add-ons, like Acrobat, Flash, Shockwave and QuickTime.
- Ensuring that AV updates can be deployed to desktops even when users don't have admin rights.
- Configuring systems with all printers that users are likely to need. If additional printers are required, make sure your help desk can add them remotely.
Unfortunately, many older (and even some not-so-old) Windows applications require local admin privileges. Enterprises should test these apps to see which files, directories, registry keys and user rights users need to access, utilizing tools such as Filemon, Reg-mon and Tokenmon (available at www.sysinternals.com). Tweak the ACLs to devise a configuration that allows these resources to be run by users without admin privileges, or consider moving the client to a terminal services environment that you can harden and monitor.
Microsoft's free DropMyRights tool restricts the privileges granted to machines with administrative rights. In-stead of the cumbersome RunAs capability, it lets enter- prises create a shortcut to invoke Internet Explorer, Out-look or any other application with limited rights. Place that shortcut icon on the Start menu, and you have a much safer approach than running them as local admin.
Enterprises should upgrade their desktops to Windows XP SP2, which has far more configuration options and is more resilient to spyware than other Windows versions. It isn't perfect, but XP SP2 provides better isolation of browser security zones and includes Data Execution Prevention, which helps prevent some buffer overflows. A number of the exploits used by spyware simply don't work in XP SP2.
3. Leverage AD
Active Directory shops can utilize Group Policy Objects (GPOs) to fine-tune client systems across the enterprise to thwart spyware that exploits weak configurations.
First, add known spyware and other malicious sites to IE's Restricted Sites zone, which flags sites that could cause damage. Carefully configure this zone so all scripting, ActiveX and download functionalities are disabled.
You can formulate a list of potential spyware sites to populate this zone in a variety of ways. For example, you could use the DNS and host files from Bleeding Snort and Someonewhocares.org as a solid start. Alternatively, download the free Spybot-Search & Destroy tool to a lab system and activate the "Immunize" function, which will automatically populate the local browser's list of restricted sites. You can review and edit those sites in the lab system's browser configuration, which can eventually serve as the template you apply to other machines with GPOs.
Also, using GPOs, you can configure IE to deny all browser add-ons, except those that users actually need (such as Acrobat and QuickTime). You can also prevent users from enabling specific browser add-ons.
Instead of worrying that users will accidentally click "OK" on an installation screen for an ActiveX control, configure all XP SP2 versions of IE via GPOs so that they won't display ActiveX installation prompts at all.
For fine-grained access, Windows machines also support software restriction policies. You can restrict specific programs based on their file system path, digital signature, zone of origin and MD5 hash.
In a highly controlled environment where users need to run only a limited number of programs, software restric-tion policies can be used to enumerate a small number of allowed programs and deny everything else. Lists of known spyware DLLs, EXEs, Browser Helper Objects (BHOs) and other related spyware elements are available at the Spyware Data Web site and are also included in freeware version of Spybot-S&D.
4. Deploy Alternative Browsers
Some enterprises want to avoid the problems of IE altogether, opting to use a competing browser, such as Mozilla's Firefox. However, other browsers have security flaws as well that could lead to the installation of spyware.
If you plan such a transition, don't underestimate the cost of the change. Test your apps carefully to make sure they work in non-IE browsers. Many supposedly "browser-independent" Web apps crash and burn when rendered in non-IE environments, making for some expensive redevelopment work.
A few private enterprises and government agencies have implemented a two-browser solution, using Firefox for routine Web surfing with a more restrictive environment for IE. In this scenario, using GPOs, IE uses a specific Web proxy with draconian rules that limit access to only certain Web sites running those IE-specific applications with a defined business need. The main Web page of internal business apps would include a link that invokes IE, loading the appropriate start page. In a sense, IE is restricted via the proxy to a limited number of trusted sites.
Or, if you can move entirely off of IE, you can define the GPO setting for "Don't run specified Windows appli-cations." Add "iexplore.exe" to this list to prevent users from launching IE. In case your users mysteriously squirm around that setting, you could again use GPO to change the default home page for IE to an internal Web site that tells your users not to run IE and points them to the preferred alternative browser.
5. Take Advantage of Network-based IPS
Many of the network-based IPSes now have signatures that can detect and block spyware.
Antispyware signatures in tools like TippingPoint's (3Com) UnityOne and McAfee's IntruShield are effective in quashing spyware. They attempt to match specific signatures associated with the spyware installation process or communication with the spyware's controller. Because of the risk of accidentally blocking network traffic with a false positive, these network-based signatures tend to be less sensitive than the detection capabilities of host-based scanners. Still, they provide network-based signatures that augment host-based scanners.
Bleeding Snort offers Snort-based malware rules for IDS/IPS tools. This list contains signatures for almost 1,000 common spyware and other malware samples. With a Snort sensor on outbound HTTP traffic, you can use Snort to identify where spyware is installed in your network.
6. Enlist Outbound Web Proxies
Many large enterprises use a proxy for their outbound Web traffic, giving them a central point for controlling, logging, analyzing and filtering employees' surfing habits. But few organizations take advantage of these capabilities.
Some organizations are using Web proxies to block or detect spyware by running a commercial AV and antispyware scanning tool against the proxy's HTTP cache. Whenever the tool discovers known spyware specimens, it can block access to its site or alert the operations team as to which clients might be infected. Configured to run every hour, such a scan provides fairly quick notice of a potential infection without greatly impacting performance.
Also, many spyware programs alter the browser's user-agent string, a behavior you can use to detect installations. Every Web site the infected machine visits will receive the spyware's special user-agent string instead of the browser's default value. Some spyware/adware companies do this so that any participating Web sites associated with the spyware can easily recognize infected systems, allowing the companies to get paid for driving traffic to particular sites.
Another Bleeding Snort project turns this custom user-agent field against the spyware companies by offering a list of the most common user-agent types associated with spyware and aggressive advertisers. Some organizations are using custom filters at their outbound Web proxies or custom signatures in a network-based IPS/IDS based on the Bleeding Snort Spyware User-Agents list. When malicious user-agent types are discovered, users are directed to an internal Web site with instructions on how to proceed.
A handful of organizations are taking this user-agent idea further. For outbound proxy, network-based IPSes/ IDSes can log the user-agent string. You can then use a script to maintain a list of each unique internal IP address accessing the Internet, associate them with user-agent type and monitor for changes. If a given IP changes to another user-agent type in a predefined 24-hour span, there's a significant likelihood that it has been infected. Because it doesn't rely on a prepopulated spyware list, this approach can detect unknown spyware. Spyware User-Agent Detection (SUAD), a free script released by Intelguardians, can analyze Squid proxy logs for this suspicious behavior.
7. Leverage Startup Scripts
A final spyware detection tactic involves using Windows domains to deploy a client script that scans for common spyware files, processes and registry keys during system startup and user logon.
Data, rules and signatures for such scripts are available, including the Spyware Data Website, the Spybot S&D package and the Bleeding Snort malware rule list. When the startup script locates a spyware specimen, it either alerts the user with a dialog box or notifies a security manager.
Organizations have deployed in-house scripts, essentially creating their own customized antispyware scanning capability. Such scripts are typically configured to delete the spyware automatically; some organizations prefer to notify an admin for manual inspection and removal.
No Easy Replacements
Obviously, not every organization will employ each of these tactics, but you should consider the approaches that best suit your needs and infrastructure.
These strategies work in conjunction with enterprise antispyware products. Together, they create synergistic layers of antispyware defense that will help reduce your exposures.


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In October 2010, the Secretary of the Army and Chief of Staff, Army directed the Commander, Training and Doctrine Command (TRADOC), to conduct a critical review to assess how protracted years of war impacted members of the Profession of Arms. This Army-wide review took the form of a year-long campaign of learning with focus groups at 5 major installations, 15 symposiums and 2 Army-wide surveys that reached more than 40,000 members of the active and reserve components and the DA Civilian Corps. The results of this assessment led to the development of this program.
In order to prevail in large-scale combat operations, Soldiers and Army Civilians must understand the interdependent relationships between character, trust, and mission command.
America's Army – Our Profession One Army, Indivisible program. Reinforce mutual trust among our components and cohorts in the Total Force.
America's Army – Our Profession Living the Army Ethic program. Why and How we serve.
America's Army – Our Profession Stand Strong program. Featuring two themes Trust and Honorable Service and Stewardship.
It is a program designed to generate an inspirational and aspirational dialog for Soldiers and Civilians to reaffirm their understanding of themselves as Army Professionals, to recommit to a culture of service, and to understand and serve in accordance with the Army Ethic and Army culture.
During the America's Army – Our Profession Program, the Army will begin to institutionalize and operationalize the Army Profession concepts. This will be done by developing and integrating the Army Profession concepts into doctrine (ADP/ ADRP 1), revision of PME and CES, training, tools and products.
Include the Army Profession in command training/LD guidance and professional development sessions; Generate robust dialog at all levels; Leverage trained Army Profession and Ethic personnel; Use AP Concepts in iconic events, Soldier and NCO boards, and unit functions; Command emphasis on standards and discipline (unit NCOPD focus topic); Foster candor and transparency; coaching, teaching, mentoring, and counseling; and Use AP certification criteria ("3 Cs") in training and development assessments.
Yes, the Army Civilian Corps is a vital component of the Army Profession. Materials will be tailored to specifically address the importance of Army Civilians in today's Army and how they can aspire to be better professionals.
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- Mix together olive oil, lime juice, and white wine vinegar in a small saucepan over medium-high heat. Bring to a boil, and then remove from heat and add in the tomatoes, scallions, dill, and parsley. Add ¼ teaspoon salt and pepper to taste.
- Sprinkle fish with the remaining ¼ teaspoon of salt and ¼ teaspoon of lemon-pepper.
- Heat butter in a nonstick skillet over medium heat, add fish and cook for about 2 minutes on each side. Transfer to a plate.
- Add the spinach to the skillet and stir it until just wilted. Divide spinach onto two plates. Top with the fish and the sauce.