Pastrnak, Ekblad playing beyond their years
Earlier, he would get the puck on his stick and just throw it up the wall. The Las Vegas Strip is losing some of its charm as all the old casinos get torn down and are replaced by giant, polished corporate casinos with table limits I can't afford ...
April 9, 2015
Festivus, treat yo' self and more: A roundup of our favorite fake pop culture ...
A Christmas satire with a five o'clock-shadow-wearing yak who flies an enchanted canoe, enters homes via bathtub drains and leaves shaving cream scum behind. To celebrate, nail diapers to your wall instead of stockings and stuff your boots with coleslaw....
April 1, 2015
Soak up the Ethiopian flavors at Ayda restaurant in Loma Linda
There's also a silver spoon clock on one wall, which is a fun reminder to diners that those are the only utensils you will encounter at this restaurant. Ethiopian food has a We opted for the mesir wat, a red split lentil stew flavored with berbere ...
March 25, 2015
SPRING NOTES: Bochy getting concerned about lackluster spring (and we're ...
Spring training results aren't supposed to mean much, but Bruce Bochy is starting to tire of what he's seeing from his Giants. It's a good bet the fans that have been packing into the parks wherever they go in Arizona may be worrying a bit, too ...
March 17, 2015
Cheap Eats 2015: Breakfast and Brunch
Instead of staring askance at the clock while you wait for your order, spend your time perusing the shop's tiny retail portion, where you might find fine teas nestled next to small bags of Rancho Gordo heirloom beans. Or go to the . But at Broder ...
March 18, 2015
Cactus League Journal: Sloan Park a Vibrant Mix of Old and New
The wall behind home plate? Made of bricks, just like at Wrigley. The scoreboard in left field? It features an old-school green clock with white hands and numbers, just like the one at the Friendly Confines. The light standards? The press box? All of ...
March 13, 2015
10 Scariest Survival Horror Video Games of All Time
Regardless as to whether you are a pushover with these sort of games and throw your controller at the wall after every jump scare, or a veteran survival horror gamer who is actively hungry for their next fright, this list will show you the height of ...
March 20, 2015
Every time I go away, I have time to think. To remember. To see waves lap waves. Washing dishes from my first hosted party on a hot July day in 2007. I am wearing the grey dress we bought at a store in the Jewish Quarter, the Marais in Paris. My temporary brown hair is pulled back in a low ponytail. Blue eyes, mascara. Max's paws thump on the persian carpets and tick-tock the wood floor, on his way to greet him. Red hair, fluffy. Green eyes, pale skin. He holds my waist and asks me about the party. "How was it. " "Tell me all about it. " He eats leftover tortilla chips from the blue plastic oversized bowl on the high table. I feel as if I have friends. He takes a dish towel and starts to dry the wine glasses. Feeling full. On the cool red tile. Back brick wall holding a large clock reminding us that it is late but not too late. Light slicing through Central Park splashing off the 94th street buildings through our gated first floor windows. Time ticking. Green eyes to blue eyes. I see this scene more than any time with him. There is something so deep and intimate I feel in this simple moment that my heart wants to remember it, always. My mind can perfectly recreate it, or remember it as I.
“May I help you. He had heard the question repeated numerous times while he sat there on the long bench with the others, their questions waiting to be answered. All kinds of people were with him there in that packed room in their various states of anxiety and impatience, slips of paper in their hands, but it was just the same: they either sat or stood like question marks. The line moved and another person disappeared. He glanced down at his hand to revisit the letter of the alphabet and then the number. He wanted to get up and stretch his legs, but if he forfeited his seat then he would have to stand and wait. He would blend in with any of the other men, hands in their pockets, no slips of paper visible, their call-number memorized, if that. They were all players in this grand line for an answer, still waiting, ready to ask, ready to march to either the next “May I help you. A person at the head of the long snake of people darted forward and disappeared. The rest of the line crept forward, footsteps behind replaced footsteps ahead until the serpent stopped again. Home for him was a place for sleep and meals and not much more since he worked long hours. He took his dinners like his peers: when he traveled, which was often, and meals were in flimsy hotels with the bar better than the all-you-can-eat buffet. A piano player of questionable motives consoled the depressed and the dejected with his covers of schlock tunes, his oversized glass ready to catch dollar bills.
Just in case you have missed out, click on Chapter One and Chapter Two to catch up. CHAPTER THREE. Mrs Swansey shushed her Year 2 class as she led the way to the hall. Thirty pairs of curious eyes stared at the adults standing at the front of the stage in the brightly lit hall. Next to him was a scruffy looking younger man who held a camera and click clicked it at the Easter hats, pretty Easter gardens and Easter eggs of various sizes and shapes. The children sat down in neat rows in front of the stage. Year 3 followed the stragglers sitting down and also stared at the adults on stage. Mrs Palmer held her hand up as she stood in front of the cross legged children. The rest of the classes filled the hall quickly and took their seats on the floor behind the younger pupils. Mr Barns led his class in last and as Cecil passed him, he stopped the piggy nosed boy, inspecting the oversized easter egg in his arms. ” Mr Barns’ glasses slipped off his nose and he quickly pushed them back into place. They squiggled past Mr Barns unnoticed with a rather fashionable Easter Sticky Hat.
Liberal Democrats Try to Push Hillary Clinton Left
“I would like to bring people from right, left, red, blue, get them into a nice warm ... Hillary and Chelsea Clinton Foundation, the family’s large charitable organization, according to a Wall Street Journal analysis. After leaving the State Department ...
April 10, 2015
5 ways to keep Easter memories alive in style
Put such gifts to good use, using each piece to make a set of two oversized pillows that can act as ... Combine the spoons with a simple clock set to create a one-of-a-kind wall clock in your kitchen. Police in Nakuru have arrested a third Egerton ...
April 9, 2015
Hilarious Ways Athletes Kill Time
Thanks in large part to social media, fans are lucky enough to get a ... Magee then tweeted an explanation for a red card Altidore received in a recent international friendly. This one is an oldie but definitely a goodie. Around the time of the 2012 ...
April 2, 2015
Giant slides to return at gallery
Built into the gallery's exterior wall, the slides will "constitute ... will also include a large installation of the Belgian-born artist's signature creation, fly agaric mushrooms. Pill Clock (2011-15) is comprised of a ceiling-mounted timepiece that ...
March 31, 2015
Courier Café serves up old-fashioned food, memories
In a small, corner cafe, Pullman railroad berth lights illuminate the booths, a large pendulum clock keeps time on a far wall, a gold Palace Opera House chandelier shines above the dining room and a red airplane with a propeller that acts as a fan for the ...
March 30, 2015
Anju's Anguish - The Brilliance of Zelda's Greatest Side Quest
Suffice it to say, I received a large quantity of positive reception for the original ... depending on whether one chooses to acknowledge the game's central hub, Clock Town, as a dungeon unto itself. Just like every typical Zelda dungeon ever made, Clock ...
March 22, 2015