Yvan Pelletier, the club's sprint coach, is part of a program that started in January that's getting parents moving while their kids train. One parent decided to become a full member of the club and get fit, which had others saying that they should do that as well.
The club is training at the track at Base Gagetown, so there are a variety of fitness options for the parents to choose from. While one has a goal of running a 10K in May and another would like to be able to jog with his daughter, others are just happy to be moving. The cost for parents to be part of the program is only $75, which is money well spent as far as most are concerned.
Chantal Ouellette's daughter, 10-year-old Eugenie Gaujacq, is a member of The Fredericton Legion Track Club, which is how she got involved. When she started, she told him she had a knee injury on her right leg and an ankle injury on her left leg. The coaches also made sure that Ouellette didn't overdo it, which can be tempting when someone starts working out. What she does varies week to week, which keeps it interesting, but her overall goal is to be able to run two kilometres. She's feeling better, has more energy, her body shape has changed and she's lost weight, she says.
When she came to Canada from Germany, she settled down, had children and went to university. She and Ouellette knew one another, and she saw that Ouellette began working out in September. Since he was waiting here for a couple of hours, doing nothing, he decided to put that time to good use. He's enjoying it, as he gets to be there for his daughter, 14-year-old Pascale Ouellette, but not be in her way. In this case, the kids were the inspiration for the parents, but now each can encourage the other to keep with it. Assistant coach James Dunn gives Alexie Noble, 12, special recognition for her accomplishments in the program.
Ultimately, changing an organizational culture that tolerates and therefore, perpetuates disruptive behavior will change most effectively when senior leaders make the commitment, designate resources, and practice and enforce respectful behaviors at all levels. But, what can individuals do in environments where aggressive and passive-aggressive behaviors are so entrenched that this destructive status quo, for whatever reason, seems to be firmly in place?
As you consider this common example of abuse, keep in mind, there are about 3 million nurses in the US, (12 million worldwide). Any time two or more nurses are talking about another nurse behind her back in a negative way without skilled, direct and constructive feedback, they are ganging up on her. Carol: (while rolling eyes, shaking her head and using a negative tone) Kathy should have called the doctor about Mrs. In addition to being disrespectful, there are several missed opportunities; Kathy doesna€™t get feedback about how her decisions affect others, no onea€™s clinical judgement or knowledge is expanded, and any factors involving workload stress remain hidden. Our work environments; frenetic, noisy and often relentlessly stressful can pose practical barriers to seeking a higher road. Beth: I was thinking about talking with Kathy sometime soon about some of her clinical decisions. Either or both of the above responses acknowledge Carola€™s statement without taking the bait of aligning against Kathy. But, what can individuals do in environments where aggressive and passive-aggressive behaviors are so entrenched that this destructive status quo, for whatever reason, seems to be firmly in place?A  It can be tough to work in a culture like this.
Carol:A  (while rolling eyes, shaking her head and using a negative tone) Kathy should have called the doctor about Mrs.
Beth:A  I was thinking about talking with Kathy sometime soon about some of her clinical decisions.A  Do you know when she is working next? In 1965, while working as a waiter that summer in the Catskills, a folkie came through and stopped at our little hotel to visit a friend on the staff. Upon my return to Connecticut, I promptly sought out Will Tressler, my folk-singing Industrial Design professor. We were also getting off on rock staples like the Beatles and Stones and our homebred establishment bashers, The Jefferson Airplane.
His father had seen Jorma pick up and fail to continue with other instruments, so he agreed that if Jorma could learn two songs on his friend's guitar, he could get a brand-new one. In high school he became friends with Jack Casady, also a guitarist, and together they went to concerts and clubs. A subsequent work-study program through Antioch allowed him to live in New York City and strengthen his chops further.
He played at open mics at Folk City, and got to watch the Reverend play live there, as well as people like Sonny Terry and Brownie McGee and John Lee Hooker.
In 1962, Jorma moved to the San Francisco Bay area and enrolled at Santa Clara University where he finished getting his degree in Sociology.
He was teaching guitar in a small music store in San Jose during this time, playing as a solo act in coffee houses and backing up a young, promising blues singer on the acoustic scene by the name of Janis Joplin. Old friend Barry Mitterhoff (left), mandolinist extraordinaire (a member of Silk City when Acoustic Live featured them in our December 2000 issue) has joined Jorma (center) and Jack Casady in the present version of Hot Tuna. When the band went on tour, at first, shows weren't as long as they would later become, and Jorma and Jack still had plenty of energy afterward. In 1972, the Airplane disbanded and Jorma performed and recorded both solo and with Hot Tuna.
In 1988, while playing a gig with Hot Tuna in Key West, Jorma took notice of a woman from the stage. In addition to guitar, there is also instruction on bass guitar, lap steel guitar, mandolin, percussion, vocals and songwriting. There is also a concert hall at the ranch where national touring artists look forward to playing. Life is full for Jorma these days between touring and teaching and being a husband and father (he has a 10-year old son and 18-month-old daughter).
A subsequent work-study programA  through Antioch allowed him to live in New York City and strengthen his chops further.
Jan Bohuslav Sobota died on May 2nd of 2012 and this is my remembrance of this fine man who was a friend and mentor to me. Each autumn, salmon return to the rivers of their birth a€“ there to spawn and once again trigger a renewal of the eternal passion play.
Salmon that do eventually arrive at their destinations must once again compete a€“ this time for mates and to fight for access to the precious and very limited gravels. The profligate expenditure of life and extravagant wealth of biology is there everywhere to behold, as Death dances lightly among the gathering throngs of fish, picking and choosing from among them; who from their number shall successfully spawn and who shall just be food for the gathering predators and scavengers.
Spend a day in silence, walking among the spawning salmon, as they dig spawning redds, jockey for position and slash at competitors with those gaping, snaggletoothed, hooked jaws. Jan Bohuslav Sobota has died, while half a world away; I was preparing these etchings of Spawned Salmon and dedicating them to Jan, the lover of fish. The book you hold in your hands has evolved from my simply giving these etchings a second life in book form, to my using them as a vehicle for honoring a friendship of three decades. In 1985, Jan and I had been corresponding for some months without ever meeting a€“ all quite distant and correct.
A short bit of background on Jan Sobota to begin, but fear not; Ia€™ll soon be spinning anecdotes and thoughts on books as art a€“ celebrating Jana€™s life of course, telling a few stories out of school, but also straying into the personal and speculative in search of the meaning to be derived from the life and death of a friend.
Jana€™s father was a serious bibliophile and collector of fine books, who nurtured that same love of books in his son a€“ an appreciation that steadily grew, until he was apprenticed to master bookbinder Karel A ilinger in PlzeA?. The pivotal event in Jana€™s early life as a book artist was the posthumous retrospective exhibition of fellow Pilsener, Josef VA?chal in 1969. Jan supported a family, sponsored workshops, exhibited widely, did conservation work on rare historic books, ran a gallery a€“ and on it went. What Jan did for contemporary bookbinding, was to act as a bridge between the traditionally trained masters of the past and innovators of the present. America was a great place to be a book artist in the early 1980a€™s precisely because it was an active zone of hybridization and hotbed of creativity.
An instructive contrast to the anything-goes US scene was the icy reception I got when I showed a wooden box containing loose sheets of poetry and etchings to a Prague publisher. Neither Jan nor I had much interest in the book-like objects that often sneak into the museums as book arts a€“ the carved and glued together things that sorta, kinda have a bookish aspect to them a€“ rough-looking a€“ perhaps chain-sawed Oaken boards or granite slabs, slathered in tar and lashed together with jute; but lacking text.
When Jana€™s books went beyond function, conservation or decoration, they were subtle statements about binding and the place of books, knowledge and art, as well as statements about the dignity inhering in the handcrafted - with a good dose humor. There are others who know their conservation and those, whose scientific contributions are far greater, but few of them are also artists at heart. It can sound so pedestrian, these eternal compromises between art and craft, yet what Jan represented was not at all common. There is an inflection point at which exceptional craft begins to make the transition to art and it is closely associated with surmounting the limitations inhering to the discipline. Visiting with Jan in his workshop you quickly realized, that he did what a professional must, but ultimately, he just loved messing about with books.
A curiously protean hybrid of artist and craftsman, ancient and modern, one cannot think of Jan without seeing an unabashed Czech patriot in a foreign land. Early on in their stay in Cleveland, the Sobotas experienced the quintessential American disaster. Even after their medical debts were retired, money was still an issue for a family of immigrants with three kids a€“ two with special needs.
Later on, when they were living in Texas, the massacre at Waco opened Jana€™s eyes to yet another difficult side of his adopted home. In 1979, I apprenticed with Jindra Schmidt, an engraver of stamps and currency, living in Prague.


Schmidt had engraved stamps for Bulgaria, Iraq, Ethiopia, Albania, Guinea, Vietnam and Libya.
In 1992, Jindra Schmidt was honored for his contributions and depicted on the last stamp of a united Czechoslovakia, before it split into Czech and Slovak republics a€“ a fitting tribute. Unlike most children of immigrants, my destiny remained connected to that of my parentsa€™ homeland.
My vocation as artist clarified itself in Prague while learning the increasingly obsolete skills of steel engraving. My first book was indeed, modeled after VA?chal, even to the extent of its diabolical subject matter. Jan showed me a great deal in the following years about the tradition of books as the meeting place of art, craft and ideas a€“ where printmaking intergrades seamlessly with the worlds of language, typography and illustration. One can like these things just fine and admire them from an uncomprehending distance, or you can become engaged. The book you hold was to have been a simple reprint of the Spawned Salmon a€“ something fun for Jan to work his magic upon. Nice sentimental reminiscences, but there is still the matter of getting the work accomplished and out before the public, organizing exhibitions, printing catalogs and paying for transatlantic flights.
The Prague show was reconfigured and curated by Jana€?s longtime friend, Ilja A edo, for exhibition at the West Bohemian Museum in PlzeA?. Quite predictably, I like seeing the kind of work I do honored a€“ the wood engravings and etchings made to shine in the context of crisply printed type and an excellent binding.
Ia€™ve heard printmakers lament that the surest way to devalue prints is to add excellent poetry, sensitive typography and a bang-up binding a€“ and then live to see the whole thing sell for half the price of just the unbound prints.
Therea€™s nothing quite like seventeenth century Bohemia, the dead center of Europe, for particularly thorough violence a€“ with the Bubonic Plague stepping in afterwards as mop-up crew.
The chapel at Sedlec was rebuilt after the major blood-letting of the thirty-years war as a memento mori a€“ reminder of death. What can you say about the mounds of dead, the ruined lives, destroyed nations and misery multiplied by millions that isna€™t trite or self-evident? But then I pan over to other fields a€“ not the kind where the grass is composting my fellow man, but to fields of endeavor where the ferment is of ideas recombining into ever more refined ways of thinking. I once lived at the Golem house in Prague a€“ at Meislova ulice, number 8, in the old Jewish ghetto. Horoscopes might seem a curious basis on which to select ministers and diplomats, but it is also more common than youa€™d think.
Picture the scene before you: Ita€™s a late night in Prague, before the Marlboro man dominated every street corner, even before the neon of casinos and the vulgarity of Golden Arches assaulted the nightwalkersa€™ eyes at all hours a€“ back when darkness, oh yes, that beautiful comforting velvety, all-enveloping and blessed dark, broken only by the moon, stars and late night taxis, still ruled the streets after the sun went down. The Golem was a mythic being of Jewish folklore, created from clay and quickened by the Shem, a magical stone engraved with an ancient Hebraic inscription, inserted into Golema€™s forehead. The maternal tongues of these small nations have miraculously survived all the invasions, floods, plagues and foreign occupiers to this day a€“ a gift preserved and delivered to them across the generations. Minority languages, on the other hand, carry an emotional load that can scarcely be exaggerated.
Ishi and his sister were the last of the Yahi tribe to survive the genocidal colonization of California. Those whose language and culture are not threatened can never know the burden under which the carriers of small minority languages labor a€“ nor how those in exile bring up their children to preserve that which is beyond their capacities to save. Jan was all about preserving traditions and the kind of ancestral knowledge that today is mostly enshrined in books.
Today, the stories of our tribes are less and less passed on as oral tradition and most often read to us from the childrena€™s books wea€™ve learned to treasure a€“ illustrated by fine artists and produced with care for the highly discriminating purchasers of childrena€™s books a€“ for grandparents. A?epelA?k employed binders and typesetters to present complete suites of his work and in this too, he introduced me to a new world.
Later in Prague I missed my flight back, due to the World Trade Center bombing and was delayed by a week. The difficult thing to bear in acknowledging my teachers, models, heroes, suppliers and inspirations, is that these masters of the crafts and industries surrounding and supporting the book arts are mostly deceased.
The fruit we seek is not fast food, but laden with full-bodied flavors, attained by slow natural processes. All of us come from grandfathers who once were wheelwrights, cobblers or instrument makers; men with a profound love of wood and leather, who knew the working qualities of every kind of obscure tree growing in their countryside a€“ men who knew when to reach for elm or hickory a€“ as well as for goat, dog or even fish-skins. Jan spoke fondly of his grandmother, who baked bread every week of the year to feed an entire estate a€“ farm hands, livery people, gentry, trainers and hod-carriers alike. Working consciously is the ultimate goal a€“ and that is the legacy youa€™ll find evidently contained within and upon the boards of every book bound by Jan Bohuslav Sobota.
The etchings you see here first came to life as illustrations for the wedding anniversary announcements of MA­la and Jaroslav KynA?l. Jan Bohuslav Sobota died on May 2nd of 2012 and this is my remembrance of this fine man who was a friend and mentor to me.A  He was an exceptional bookbinder, teacher and promoter of the book arts, but also an exile who successfully returned home after years abroad.
Frozen Fiefdom - AFFIDAVIT OF ANNA KATHRYN SANDERS, Former ALASKA STATE TROOPER, and MY OLDER SISTERA A Fortunately, someone's curious questions reminded me that I still have much more information to publish, including this Affidavit. They're driving their kids here and now they're spending the same amount of time (they used to spend waiting) to get their exercise," says Pelletier.
Germain Landry and Fernand Ouellette are fathers with children in the club and are both working to improve their fitness. I used to run four or five kilometres a night 25 years ago, so I wanted to roll back to that and shed a few pounds," he says. I believe that most of us want to be respected and respectful and a minority of healthcare professionals mistreat others. They are assuming that her care is faulty and that have no curiosity about or respect for her decision-making nor any empathy for what her circumstances may have been. The first six or seven years, I spent bouncing around academia, pitching fitfully toward a B.A.
He rocked his head back and forth, flinging long hair side to side while his foot plied a wah-wah pedal. Sufficiently toked, we decided to take in some music at a local venue that presented two or three nationally touring acts per evening (Paul's Mall? He remembers learning Louvin Brothers songs and he was able to make that trip to the music store.
There he met Ian Buchanan, who turned him on to fingerstyle guitar, specifically the music of the Reverend Gary Davis. Perhaps it stemmed from the time that Ian Buchanan helped him learn how to play finger style, or simply to pass along the torch of the old craft, down from the Reverend, to new generations of players. Besides Jorma, the pantheon of great teachers includes, at various times, Jack Casady, Chris Smither, Little Toby Walker, Happy Traum, Bob Margolin, John McEuen, Barry Mitterhoff, Woody Mann, David Lindley, David Jacobs-Strain, Beppe Gambetta, Tommy Emmanuel, Guy Davis, Rory Block and a host of others.
There they encounter resident trout and bass a€“ even sunfish, chubs and dace, all keyed into the increasingly plentiful and highly nutritious bounty of salmon eggs.
Situated 90A km south-west of Prague at the confluence of four rivers, PlzeA? is first recorded in writings from the tenth century. That vision was about innovation and creativity within the context of an historical tradition. This is what youa€™ll see in a Sobota binding a€“ exceptional attention paid to context and relationships, using materials and technical means that do indeed function and last.
He knew his work was valuable and documented it fastidiously a€“ confident that it would be last. There was, however, nothing about his nationalism that demeaned anybody elsea€™s traditions or origins. That smallish incident within the parade of American fringe politics elicited an insanely violent level of suppression. Masaryk a€“ and the cute little girl with a bouquet of flowers, is my mother Eva, at the age of three. Schmidta€™s income from the federal mint far exceeded anybody elsea€™s in the extended family and supported a network of cars, cottages and rent-controlled flats. Schmidt, as he preferred to be called, was a man of conservative demeanor who preferred polite and reserved forms of speech and address. While visiting their unassuming engraver and extending my tourist visa 30 days at a time, I was quietly becoming qualified for life as a counterfeiter a€“ a vocation within which, one is set for life, however it may eventually turn out. Jan allowed several binders to have their way with it a€“ amo boxes for slipcases with shell casings for hinges and so forth. This next incarnation of our exhibit in PlzeA? was all just a bit more prosaic and provincial. Is it the binding we consider and exhibit a€“ or is the binding there to conserve a text, which is ultimately the point? There are also binders to whom everything else is merely the text block, who care little if it is an offset trade edition or a book made by hand. The tales therein recorded reflected the accreted wisdom and wit of a people as they retold them across the highlands in modest log cottages after the harvest was in. The way of working belongs to the Sobota vision I addressed earlier a€“ the honor and soul to be found in conscientiously made handcrafts.
I dona€™t feel that accomplished or ready to assume their mantle and yet with every generation that is what must happen.
Gravels, with just the right flow of fresh water running up through stones of the right size are but a tiny portion of the riverbed.A  The salmon must struggle past cities and sewer pipes, farms and irrigation systems, dams and turbines, fishermen and waterfalls a€“ just to reach the streams of their birth. And we can all agree that Sirius is a shining example of sweetness. Siri came to us through a desperate plea from Texas -- abandoned on the streets at 8 months and having apparently had a fresh litter of puppies. The sound of the metal picks against the bronze strings blew everything else out of the water.
Around that time, I learned that the Reverend Gary Davis, an inspiration to many 50's and 60's folk-era fingerstyle guitarists, was playing one evening at a church coffeehouse in the area. Not sure -- the 60's had finally kicked in.) Among the people appearing over two nights running were Pentangle, Livingston Taylor anda€¦ Hot Tuna.


When Jorma was 17 years old, he and Jack (then 15 years of age) formed a band called the Triumphs. When Paul Kantner asked Jorma to be in a new band, he demurred at first, having reservations about going electric. Soon, they were doing acoustic sets in the middle of Airplane concerts to enormous audience enthusiasm. On a whim, Vanessa Lillian, a civil engineer, had accepted an invitation to attend the concert.
There are lessons in guitar, from Jorma, Woody Mann, David Wolf (includes beginner level), bass from Jack Casady and Oteil Burbidge and mandolin from Barry Mitterhoff. Papa John Creach, violinist for theA  Airplane, also joined the band for a couple of years. This widely beloved stamp was re-issued in 2000 and mother continues to receive philatelic fan mail to this day.
He died the day I was composing a colophon for the Spawned Salmon with words of praise for his lifea€™s work. She was terrified and snuck around the neighborhood trying to find food and refuge, cowering at the slightest noise. For anyone who harbored a fondness for fingerstyle guitar, this was an inclusive jewel of life-changing proportions. Hot Tuna took a hiatus in 1977, leaving Jorma to do solo work, both solo acoustic and electric, with bass and drum backup. As if following a Hollywood script, they talked all night, and then got together the next day, then again the following night. That dream has come to fruition in Fur Peace Ranch, a guitar camp in Pomeroy, in the hilly farmland of southeast Ohio, about two hours drive from Columbus. The site allows the student to contact the instructor and receive specific help to smooth out any rough spots with the lessons.
The engraving was masterfully done by Schmidta€™s long-dead colleague, Bohumil Heinz (1894-1940). The state security apparatus was surely aware of my presence, but if they kept tabs on me, I never knew.
She tried to hide on the porch of a stranger who threw water on her and used other means to get her off their porch. Grant's professional license for practicing medicine?A  Here's another example of another person who seems to be practicing medicine by distance, and delivering a diagnosis, without ever meeting their "patient" in person!
Vanessa's engineering background and her organizational skills enabled the dream to achieve reality. In the two samples which show Jorma, a song is broken down into sections and demonstrated throughly. Everything is just so wonderful and everybody so creative, but suspending judgment long enough to actually look at some artwork and then giving it a chance isna€™t so bankrupt, is it? Human body parts are again flying and the Baron is at his best defeating Turks and evading friendly fire from buffoonish generals. Farmers would occasionally find their possessions and take them as souvenirs, unaware that the last Indians still lived in their midst.
Damn the cost; ita€™s who we are and the last material vestiges of soulful encounters with our elders a€“ onea€™s whose stories are slipping inexorably away, thinned by each passing year and generation.
Their kids were grown and they were by then slipping into that last, reflective phase of life a€“ done competing. A  Gosh!A  This is sounding so familiar!A  Just as Former Alaska State Trooper, Anna Sanders, claimed that I "am unwell,"A  Mr.
Their acoustic blues set reinforced the cross-pollination between the folk and rock worlds.
Jorma developed a fondness for blues and bluegrass.His early influences included The Carter Family and Flatt and Scruggs.
These scraps turned out to be a deck of medieval playing cards - the second oldest such cards known. A book is so much more than the sum of its parts a€“ and yet each of us tends to have our own bailiwick in which we shine and to which we look first. She had nowhere to go, was greeted with dissent and was too young to understand what was happening. Enter local Superhero, Shaheed.
I didn't know then that Jorma had already paid homage at the shrine of the Reverend Gary Davis, genuflecting numerous times. When he was 15, he decided he wanted to learn guitar and play bluegrass and old-timey music. These plates have been inked and wiped by hand, employing methods that woulda€™ve been familiar to Rembrandt. They crashed with my wife Jana and me in Kalamazoo, while taking the a€?orientation coursea€?nearby. I can confidently report back to my English reader, that Jan would only grow in stature for you, if you could have fully understood the subtlety of his thoughts in his own maternal tongue.
A  Plenty of hearsay, and inaccurate facts are presented below in this Affidavit of Anna K. Perhaps right for those who shouldna€™t have sharp objects, for fear of hurting themselves. That show was purchased whole by Special Collections at Western Michigan University and constitutes the largest collection of Sobota bindings and the most complete archive of my work. Sanders.A  I wonder how accurate her formal reports were when she was an Alaska State Trooper?
On the day she trusted him enough to let him pet her, the not-so-kind neighbor called Animal Control and Siri was detained. Our rescue network went into action, successfully connecting fosters, a medical team, and even a pilot with the mission of getting Siri out of the high-kill shelter.
Few people would have cast a second glance at that glued-up mess of moldering old papers before pitching it, nor would they have recognized what they had in hand or known how to restore or sell it. It was no easy task, and we lost hope a couple of times during the process, but we managed to get her pulled and safe on THE DAY she was to be euthanized. These folks were a profound blessing to a family facing some truly rough sailing a€“ a Godsend. Schmidt had worked was signed with warm dedications to him and thus worth real money to collectors.
He wanted to see the printmaker in me come to full fruition and I wanted to be worthy of his attentions.
The family has dwelled within sight of the seats of power, pushing copper plates through a press and outlived the Hapsburg Monarchy, First Republic, Nazis and Communists.
The intact packages were still there on their shelves, all duly graded, labeled and priced, awaiting an owner who was never to return. Siri was saved, just as she faced her last moments of life. Today, we've got ourselves a potty trained, sweetheart of a little Texan girl with more character than some humans we know. Back home, their Czech neighbors would have envied them and accused them of theft or worse, but people here seemed to be pleased as punch to see them prosper a€“ genuinely happy for them. Those items too, kept trickling out the door, until there came a sad, sad day, when the golden eggs were all gone. Her hair is growing back over the wounds she once endured - and there's little trace left of abuse.
They bashfully admitted their foolishness and went back to making beautiful books a€“ and their American friends were so relieved to see them regain their sanity.
You take time to grieve and then pick yourself up by your bootstraps (by God a€“ get a grip) and get on with it (Rome wasna€™t built in a day you know).
StrejA?ek was still working, but it was all coming to an inevitable end, as he grew shaky of hand and hard of seeing. Everyone who has been in contact with her has fallen in love, and she is no longer afraid to accept it. Enriched by my days of being nurtured by Prague, Matkou MA›st (Mother of Cities), I moved on to meet my destiny with art. She is crate trained but sleeps in bed with her foster mom at night and does not get up and have accidents. Cats excite her and she might give chase, but she's still a little bit afraid and will proceed with caution. Cuddle time is her dream come true, and she will try to squeeze out the other pets. Siri is at the perfect age to be acclimated to her new forever home. It is our gift to see beyond the dirt, terror, pain, sadness and defeat and find the true soul that lies within. A  There's an Unsolved Mystery right there:A  How could I have been "Found" by LAPD or anyone, when I was never "Missing" nor Lost? Grant, Attorney at Law, Juneau, AK From Wedding Bells to Tales to Tell: The Affidavit of Eric William Swanson, my former spouse AFFIDAVIT OF SHANNON MARIE MCCORMICK, My Former Best Friend THE AFFIDAVIT OF VALERIE BRITTINA ROSE, My daughter, aged 21 THE BEAGLE BRAYS! A  I assumed she was feeling a bit down over the slumping economy and her own financial position, and wasn't keeping up with personal grooming, and wasn't concerned about her appearance.
Grant would like to request the videotapes of the Key West Airport baggage claim during my arrival on that date, so we can all have a review of the appearance of Anna, and me. HELL'S BELLS: THE TELLS OF THE ELVES RING LOUD AND CLEAR IDENTITY THEFT, MISINFORMATION, AND THE GETTING THE INFAMOUS RUNAROUND Double Entendre and DoubleSpeak, Innuendos and Intimidation, Coercion v Common Sense, Komply (with a K) v Knowledge = DDIICCKK; Who's Gunna Call it a Draw? AFFIDAVIT OF ANNA KATHRYN SANDERS, Former ALASKA STATE TROOPER, and MY OLDER SISTERA A Fortunately, someone's curious questions reminded me that I still have much more information to publish, including this Affidavit.
A  How about some facts, such as the Officer's name, time, location of the vehicle, etc.




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