The Painter stands across the street watching The Waitress work at a diner every day. He is infatuated with her but too shy to speak. One day he works up the courage to go into the diner and order coffee from her. He asks if he can paint her portrait, but she declines, uncomfortable with a stranger. The next day it is raining - The Painter is a no-show at the diner. Curious, The Waitress goes to his apartment to find he has died alone. She discovers he was once a talented young artist but lost his passion. The Waitress is touched by his story and takes a photo of his former self, leaving him with his bottle.
This document is an excerpt from the novel "Women" by Charles Bukowski. It introduces the main characters, Henry Chinaski and Lydia Vance. Lydia, a sculptor, invites Henry to her home to sculpt his head. During their sessions, they begin to develop an attraction and connection to one another, though Henry remains fearful of relationships. The excerpt describes their interactions and growing intimacy as Lydia works to capture Henry's likeness in clay.
Lysander had been planning an evening relaxing at home, but his sister Rosa convinced him to go out to the local pub instead. At the pub, he played a few games of pool and had fun, realizing Rosa was right that he needed a night out. Later in the evening, he noticed a beautiful woman watching him from across the room. He introduced himself and found their conversation flowing easily, though he was still unsure why she seemed so intrigued by learning he wasn't from the local area.
American Psycho (2000) follows Patrick Bateman, a wealthy banker in New York City who leads a double life. By day he is successful and polished, but by night he engages in increasingly violent and murderous acts, particularly targeting blonde women. The film shows his meticulous routines, obsessive personality, and growing confidence in his criminal behavior. However, in a twist at the end, it is implied that many of his crimes were merely in his imagination, playing with the viewer's perception of what was real.
Terry Lennox, a man with white hair and a facial scar, gets drunk at a restaurant and is abandoned by his wife Sylvia. The narrator helps Lennox and takes him home. A month later, Lennox is found drunk on the street and the narrator again helps him. Lennox thanks the narrator and they become acquainted. Lennox remarried Sylvia and seems to be doing better, regularly visiting the narrator for drinks. However, one morning Lennox shows up at the narrator's door with a gun, asking for a ride to the airport, saying he is in trouble.
The document tells the story of Roxanna, who moves to Sim City after a traumatic loss leaves her feeling disconnected from her family and ability. She finds community in her new living situation, sharing meals and bonding with her housemates. Roxanna eventually gets a stable job as a bartender through one of her housemates. She grows closer to her housemates and finds purpose in her new life in the big city.
This document provides profiles of four writers:
1) Vandana Chauhan is a PhD student studying social support systems in addition to enjoying writing.
2) Kavitha Cherian is a geopolitics analyst focusing on Sub-Saharan Africa, Central Asia, climate change, nuclear proliferation, and international development.
3) Shaunak Nanavati is an experimentalist and pediatric neuropsychologist who recently traveled to the Himalayas for inspiration and co-wrote a story with his daughter.
4) Matt Wice is pursuing his MA in psychology at the New School and previously taught in Japan for two years.
This document is an excerpt from the novel "Women" by Charles Bukowski. It introduces the main characters, Henry Chinaski and Lydia Vance. Lydia, a sculptor, invites Henry to her home to sculpt his head. During their sessions, they begin to develop an attraction and connection to one another, though Henry remains fearful of relationships. The excerpt describes their interactions and growing intimacy as Lydia works to capture Henry's likeness in clay.
Lysander had been planning an evening relaxing at home, but his sister Rosa convinced him to go out to the local pub instead. At the pub, he played a few games of pool and had fun, realizing Rosa was right that he needed a night out. Later in the evening, he noticed a beautiful woman watching him from across the room. He introduced himself and found their conversation flowing easily, though he was still unsure why she seemed so intrigued by learning he wasn't from the local area.
American Psycho (2000) follows Patrick Bateman, a wealthy banker in New York City who leads a double life. By day he is successful and polished, but by night he engages in increasingly violent and murderous acts, particularly targeting blonde women. The film shows his meticulous routines, obsessive personality, and growing confidence in his criminal behavior. However, in a twist at the end, it is implied that many of his crimes were merely in his imagination, playing with the viewer's perception of what was real.
Terry Lennox, a man with white hair and a facial scar, gets drunk at a restaurant and is abandoned by his wife Sylvia. The narrator helps Lennox and takes him home. A month later, Lennox is found drunk on the street and the narrator again helps him. Lennox thanks the narrator and they become acquainted. Lennox remarried Sylvia and seems to be doing better, regularly visiting the narrator for drinks. However, one morning Lennox shows up at the narrator's door with a gun, asking for a ride to the airport, saying he is in trouble.
The document tells the story of Roxanna, who moves to Sim City after a traumatic loss leaves her feeling disconnected from her family and ability. She finds community in her new living situation, sharing meals and bonding with her housemates. Roxanna eventually gets a stable job as a bartender through one of her housemates. She grows closer to her housemates and finds purpose in her new life in the big city.
This document provides profiles of four writers:
1) Vandana Chauhan is a PhD student studying social support systems in addition to enjoying writing.
2) Kavitha Cherian is a geopolitics analyst focusing on Sub-Saharan Africa, Central Asia, climate change, nuclear proliferation, and international development.
3) Shaunak Nanavati is an experimentalist and pediatric neuropsychologist who recently traveled to the Himalayas for inspiration and co-wrote a story with his daughter.
4) Matt Wice is pursuing his MA in psychology at the New School and previously taught in Japan for two years.
The story describes a couple waiting at a train station on a hot day. They discuss getting drinks and the hills in the distance that the woman says look like white elephants. Much of their discussion centers around an unspecified "operation" that the man wants the woman to have, though she is hesitant. She ultimately agrees but seems to do so without fully wanting to, suggesting she does not care about herself. The train is due to arrive shortly.
Macmillan Readers - The House on The Hill by Elizabeth LairdEka Kurnia
Paul and Maria talked for a long time. The sun went down. It was nearly dark.
'I must go home,' said Maria.
'Where do you live?' asked Paul.
'In the big white house on the hill,' said Maria. 'Where do you live?'
'In the little brown house near the market,' said Paul.
They laughed. But Paul was sad. The house on the hill was big and important. Maria was rich, and he was poor. And Paul was in love.
Macmillan Readers: Beginner level
Audio book: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3YGyUd8NRt5bmxBU2IzS25LRDQ
Kiara, a young widow, comes to Leonardo Costa seeking help after being left destitute. Leonardo proposes a marriage of convenience to provide Kiara protection. Though the marriage is not one of love, Leonardo grows fond of Kiara's son Arturo upon his return years later.
1) Anahita tries to convince her friend Nina to leave a late night party due to rumors of a werewolf in the area. However, Nina refuses and is dancing with a handsome man.
2) The next day, a couple is found dead near the college from apparent werewolf attacks. Anahita then encounters the man from the party, who admits to being the werewolf.
3) After doing research, Nina realizes Anahita was telling the truth about the werewolf. She worries for Anahita's safety as she drives back to campus alone on a night of a full moon.
Voices In The Theater - sample chaptersAileen Santos
"Voices In The Theater" is the first book in the SPRG Series, the paranormal romance trilogy by A.S.Santos.
(It's followed by book two: "Corpse In The Mirror.")
This file gives you a sneak preview of the book's first five chapters.
This book is now available on Amazon.com
This document is the beginning of a romance story. It introduces the main characters Fallon, who is overweight and self-conscious, and Maximé, a wealthy businessman who owns a fleet of yachts. Maximé takes an interest in Fallon after meeting her on one of his yachts. He arranges to take her to lunch to cheer her up after she has been insulted about her weight. They begin spending more time together and developing a friendship, though Fallon finds herself falling in love with Maximé. The story hints that their relationship may develop further in subsequent chapters.
Moose Malloy, a large ex-convict, goes to Florian's nightclub looking for his old girlfriend Velma who used to work there. When he finds out it is now a club for black people only, trouble ensues. He throws the doorman out and gets in an altercation with the bouncer. Philip Marlowe witnesses this and helps Moose get a drink at the bar. They discover the club's former owner is now dead. Marlowe questions the owner's widow Jessie Florian to try to find Velma. Jessie provides some old letters that may provide a clue to Velma's location.
The document provides a treatment sheet for the opening sequence of the film "Savannah". It will begin with Savannah as a patient in a psychiatric hospital, before flashing back to show her killing her friend Rae. It then returns to the present where Savannah wakes up confused in the woods and believes she is being haunted by Rae. The sequence aims to introduce the main character Savannah and her unstable mental state through disturbing imagery over roughly 3 minutes.
The invitation came in the way that she’d grown to expect them. At exactly 10:00am, a man in a dark suit knocked softly on the wall of Liya’s cubicle, a tiny space stuck in the middle of one of the Tower office blocks in the center of Clementi, Singapore.
The narrator grew up in an unconventional family with two mothers, an unconventional father, and many siblings. She was especially close with her twin sister Astraea, but something terrible happened and she lost her sister. Overcome with grief, the narrator drifted away from her surviving siblings and ended up alone in a big city, working odd jobs and singing at a local karaoke bar to cope with her loss. She befriends her neighbor Angelica, who helps her get a stable job doing title research. Her boss Ulric takes an interest in her, but she remains distant, still grieving her lost sister.
This document summarizes a 6 part story about two sisters, Molly and Pinkie. Pinkie goes on a date with a man named Rahul that she met online, against Molly's warnings. The date ends badly, with Rahul attempting to rape Pinkie. Pinkie escapes and returns home traumatized. Molly takes Pinkie to the police to file a report, but the police officer does not take the case seriously. Later, Rahul threatens the sisters to drop the case. Molly refuses to back down from pursuing legal action against Rahul.
This summary provides the key details from the document in 3 sentences:
Annaliese, a 6-year-old girl, is terrified of the dolls and toys in her bedroom that have come to life and threaten to kill her, calling her insults. Her mother Maryann witnesses Annaliese's panic and learns of the nightmarish world Annaliese believes she lives in. Though the dolls appear normal to Maryann, at the end of the night Annaliese sees an angry Barbie in her bedroom doorway, suggesting her fears may be real.
Sandy Banana is a banana who lives with her mean step-mango and step-strawberries. They don't allow her to practice dancing for an upcoming Bowl event. Sandy comes up with a plan to sneak out and go to the Bowl anyway. With the help of her fairy godmango and some magic, Sandy makes it to the Bowl in a pumpkin carriage. At the Bowl, she meets and dances with a pineapple who asks her to marry him. They live happily ever after in the castle of fruit.
Nellie is tasked with recovering a missing journal from the former groundskeeper of the Landgraab estate to learn more about the disappearance of Anastasia Necteaux. She obtains the key to the journal from the groundskeeper's daughter, Beatrice Bonnet, by doing favors for her. At Beatrice's home, Nellie encounters Gustav Delven, who continues to gaze at her intensely, making her feel uncomfortable. Upon returning the journal to Francois Lambert, Nellie is surprised to find her friend Zhan visiting from Shang Simla to negotiate an import deal. They plan to meet up in two days to catch up during Zhan's free time.
Saving Rose Green is a short story that tells the tale of Rose Green, who is an inch away from unravelling the truth when the key witness to exposing one of the ugliest crimes committed is killed. Thinking she is backed by the most trusted organisation, she got caught up in the never-ending war between two worlds and their idea of a free world.
A woman goes on a date with her boyfriend that is unexpectedly cut short when he breaks up with her at the restaurant. Upset, she leaves and goes to a park to process her feelings. There, she runs into a man she had smiled at earlier, who had also been at the restaurant. They feed birds together in the park and feel an instant connection, their hands touching as they both hold the bread.
This summary provides the key details from the document in 3 sentences:
Adam has developed strong feelings for Renee since meeting her at the college. However, Renee sees Adam as boring and wants a "bad boy" type of man. Adam overhears Renee complaining about how boring he is to her friend, and is determined to show Renee another side of himself and prove that he is not boring.
Robby Jones is a blues guitarist who plays regularly at the Black Dog Pub. He is still grieving the death of his wife, who was killed by a drunk driver while coming to one of his shows over a year ago. Robby blames himself for insisting she come. At the Pub, Robby plays an intimate solo set of delta blues for the friendly Thursday night crowd. After his set, Robby drives to his cottage in Cape Cod, where memories of his late wife are all around. He struggles with intense guilt and grief over her death.
A presentation giving a brief introduction on 3 D printed devices and talking about how a smart watch is used in the fields of electronics, computers, mathematics and mechanical engineering.
The story describes a couple waiting at a train station on a hot day. They discuss getting drinks and the hills in the distance that the woman says look like white elephants. Much of their discussion centers around an unspecified "operation" that the man wants the woman to have, though she is hesitant. She ultimately agrees but seems to do so without fully wanting to, suggesting she does not care about herself. The train is due to arrive shortly.
Macmillan Readers - The House on The Hill by Elizabeth LairdEka Kurnia
Paul and Maria talked for a long time. The sun went down. It was nearly dark.
'I must go home,' said Maria.
'Where do you live?' asked Paul.
'In the big white house on the hill,' said Maria. 'Where do you live?'
'In the little brown house near the market,' said Paul.
They laughed. But Paul was sad. The house on the hill was big and important. Maria was rich, and he was poor. And Paul was in love.
Macmillan Readers: Beginner level
Audio book: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3YGyUd8NRt5bmxBU2IzS25LRDQ
Kiara, a young widow, comes to Leonardo Costa seeking help after being left destitute. Leonardo proposes a marriage of convenience to provide Kiara protection. Though the marriage is not one of love, Leonardo grows fond of Kiara's son Arturo upon his return years later.
1) Anahita tries to convince her friend Nina to leave a late night party due to rumors of a werewolf in the area. However, Nina refuses and is dancing with a handsome man.
2) The next day, a couple is found dead near the college from apparent werewolf attacks. Anahita then encounters the man from the party, who admits to being the werewolf.
3) After doing research, Nina realizes Anahita was telling the truth about the werewolf. She worries for Anahita's safety as she drives back to campus alone on a night of a full moon.
Voices In The Theater - sample chaptersAileen Santos
"Voices In The Theater" is the first book in the SPRG Series, the paranormal romance trilogy by A.S.Santos.
(It's followed by book two: "Corpse In The Mirror.")
This file gives you a sneak preview of the book's first five chapters.
This book is now available on Amazon.com
This document is the beginning of a romance story. It introduces the main characters Fallon, who is overweight and self-conscious, and Maximé, a wealthy businessman who owns a fleet of yachts. Maximé takes an interest in Fallon after meeting her on one of his yachts. He arranges to take her to lunch to cheer her up after she has been insulted about her weight. They begin spending more time together and developing a friendship, though Fallon finds herself falling in love with Maximé. The story hints that their relationship may develop further in subsequent chapters.
Moose Malloy, a large ex-convict, goes to Florian's nightclub looking for his old girlfriend Velma who used to work there. When he finds out it is now a club for black people only, trouble ensues. He throws the doorman out and gets in an altercation with the bouncer. Philip Marlowe witnesses this and helps Moose get a drink at the bar. They discover the club's former owner is now dead. Marlowe questions the owner's widow Jessie Florian to try to find Velma. Jessie provides some old letters that may provide a clue to Velma's location.
The document provides a treatment sheet for the opening sequence of the film "Savannah". It will begin with Savannah as a patient in a psychiatric hospital, before flashing back to show her killing her friend Rae. It then returns to the present where Savannah wakes up confused in the woods and believes she is being haunted by Rae. The sequence aims to introduce the main character Savannah and her unstable mental state through disturbing imagery over roughly 3 minutes.
The invitation came in the way that she’d grown to expect them. At exactly 10:00am, a man in a dark suit knocked softly on the wall of Liya’s cubicle, a tiny space stuck in the middle of one of the Tower office blocks in the center of Clementi, Singapore.
The narrator grew up in an unconventional family with two mothers, an unconventional father, and many siblings. She was especially close with her twin sister Astraea, but something terrible happened and she lost her sister. Overcome with grief, the narrator drifted away from her surviving siblings and ended up alone in a big city, working odd jobs and singing at a local karaoke bar to cope with her loss. She befriends her neighbor Angelica, who helps her get a stable job doing title research. Her boss Ulric takes an interest in her, but she remains distant, still grieving her lost sister.
This document summarizes a 6 part story about two sisters, Molly and Pinkie. Pinkie goes on a date with a man named Rahul that she met online, against Molly's warnings. The date ends badly, with Rahul attempting to rape Pinkie. Pinkie escapes and returns home traumatized. Molly takes Pinkie to the police to file a report, but the police officer does not take the case seriously. Later, Rahul threatens the sisters to drop the case. Molly refuses to back down from pursuing legal action against Rahul.
This summary provides the key details from the document in 3 sentences:
Annaliese, a 6-year-old girl, is terrified of the dolls and toys in her bedroom that have come to life and threaten to kill her, calling her insults. Her mother Maryann witnesses Annaliese's panic and learns of the nightmarish world Annaliese believes she lives in. Though the dolls appear normal to Maryann, at the end of the night Annaliese sees an angry Barbie in her bedroom doorway, suggesting her fears may be real.
Sandy Banana is a banana who lives with her mean step-mango and step-strawberries. They don't allow her to practice dancing for an upcoming Bowl event. Sandy comes up with a plan to sneak out and go to the Bowl anyway. With the help of her fairy godmango and some magic, Sandy makes it to the Bowl in a pumpkin carriage. At the Bowl, she meets and dances with a pineapple who asks her to marry him. They live happily ever after in the castle of fruit.
Nellie is tasked with recovering a missing journal from the former groundskeeper of the Landgraab estate to learn more about the disappearance of Anastasia Necteaux. She obtains the key to the journal from the groundskeeper's daughter, Beatrice Bonnet, by doing favors for her. At Beatrice's home, Nellie encounters Gustav Delven, who continues to gaze at her intensely, making her feel uncomfortable. Upon returning the journal to Francois Lambert, Nellie is surprised to find her friend Zhan visiting from Shang Simla to negotiate an import deal. They plan to meet up in two days to catch up during Zhan's free time.
Saving Rose Green is a short story that tells the tale of Rose Green, who is an inch away from unravelling the truth when the key witness to exposing one of the ugliest crimes committed is killed. Thinking she is backed by the most trusted organisation, she got caught up in the never-ending war between two worlds and their idea of a free world.
A woman goes on a date with her boyfriend that is unexpectedly cut short when he breaks up with her at the restaurant. Upset, she leaves and goes to a park to process her feelings. There, she runs into a man she had smiled at earlier, who had also been at the restaurant. They feed birds together in the park and feel an instant connection, their hands touching as they both hold the bread.
This summary provides the key details from the document in 3 sentences:
Adam has developed strong feelings for Renee since meeting her at the college. However, Renee sees Adam as boring and wants a "bad boy" type of man. Adam overhears Renee complaining about how boring he is to her friend, and is determined to show Renee another side of himself and prove that he is not boring.
Robby Jones is a blues guitarist who plays regularly at the Black Dog Pub. He is still grieving the death of his wife, who was killed by a drunk driver while coming to one of his shows over a year ago. Robby blames himself for insisting she come. At the Pub, Robby plays an intimate solo set of delta blues for the friendly Thursday night crowd. After his set, Robby drives to his cottage in Cape Cod, where memories of his late wife are all around. He struggles with intense guilt and grief over her death.
A presentation giving a brief introduction on 3 D printed devices and talking about how a smart watch is used in the fields of electronics, computers, mathematics and mechanical engineering.
The document discusses the history and types of bridges. Bridges were first made of wood and stone to span bodies of water and railways. There are several types of bridges including arch, truss, cantilever, cable-stayed, and suspension bridges. Examples are given of notable bridges that demonstrate different types, such as the Golden Gate Bridge which is a suspension bridge and the Howrah Bridge which is a cantilever bridge.
1) Susan Moore has worked in banking for 32 years and currently manages a Prosperity Bank in Abilene, Texas. She views her employees as family and works to build camaraderie while maintaining a strict corporate workplace.
2) Moore grew up on a ranch in Texas, where she learned the value of hard work from her parents. She has been married to her husband Leo for 31 years and they have two adult children.
3) Both Moore and her husband provided support for her father in his last years as he suffered from Parkinson's disease, making his final moments as comfortable as possible.
A certified financial planner spoke to student journalists about students' lack of financial literacy. He works at Red to Black, a service where students can get free financial coaching on budgeting, loans, and other financial issues. Both a bank manager and the financial planner said most people lack financial knowledge and awareness. A student suggested making a personal finance course required for all majors to increase financial literacy at Tech. Another student discussed his past financial ignorance and how personal finance courses have helped him better understand budgeting, taxes, and investing for his future.
Lydia Vance, a sculptor, meets Charles Bukowski at one of his poetry readings and invites him to her home to sculpt his head. Over multiple visits where Lydia works on the sculpture, an attraction develops between them, though their interactions are complicated by Lydia's talkative sister Glendoline interrupting one of their sessions. By their third visit, Bukowski and Lydia share a long kiss, indicating a romantic relationship is blossoming between the two despite rumors Bukowski has heard about his treatment of women.
Excerpt from by James Joyce When the short days.pdfstudy help
The document is an excerpt from James Joyce's short story "Araby". It describes a young boy's infatuation with his friend Mangan's sister. Every morning he watches her from her window and follows her to school. On the way home from shopping with his aunt, he thinks of her. He decides to buy her a gift at the Araby bazaar, but arrives to find it closed. Gazing into the darkness, he has an epiphany and sees himself as "a creature driven and derided by vanity".
When Blake stepped out of the elevator, he saw her. A few people, .docxalanfhall8953
When Blake stepped out of the elevator, he saw her. A few people, mostly men waiting for girls, stood in the lobby watching the elevator doors. She was among them. As he saw her, her face took on a look of such loathing and purpose that he realized she had been waiting for him. He did not approach her. She had no legitimate business with him. They had nothing to say. He turned and walked toward the glass doors at the end of the lobby, feeling that faint guilt and bewilderment we experience when we bypass some old friend or classmate who seems threadbare, or sick, or miserable in some other way. It was five-eighteen by the clock in the Western Union office. He could catch the express. As he waited his turn at the revolving doors, he saw that it was still raining. It had been raining all day, and he noticed now how much louder the rain made the noises of the street. Outside, he started walking briskly east toward Madison Avenue. Traffic was tied up, and horns were blowing urgently on a crosstown street in the distance. The sidewalk was crowded. He wondered what she had hoped to gain by a glimpse of him coming out of the office building at the end of the day. Then he wondered if she was following him.
Walking in the city, we seldom turn and look back. The habit restrained Blake. He listened for a minute—foolishly—as he walked, as if he could distinguish her footsteps from the worlds of sound in the city at the end of a rainy day. Then he noticed, ahead of him on the other side of the street, a break in the wall of buildings. Something had been torn down; something was being put up, but the steel structure had only just risen above the sidewalk fence and daylight poured through the gap. Blake stopped opposite here and looked into a store window. It was a decorator’s or an auctioneer’s. The window was arranged like a room in which people live and entertain their friends. There were cups on the coffee table, magazines to read, and flowers in the vases, but the flowers were dead and the cups were empty and the guests had not come. In the plate glass, Blake saw a clear reflection of himself and the crowds that were passing, like shadows, at his back. Then he saw her image—so close to him that it shocked him. She was standing only a foot or two behind him. He could have turned then and asked her what she wanted, but instead of recognizing her, he shied away abruptly from the reflection of her contorted face and went along the street. She might be meaning to do him harm—she might be meaning to kill him.
The suddenness with which he moved when he saw the reflection of her face tipped the water out of his hatbrim in such a way that some of it ran down his neck. It felt unpleasantly like the sweat of fear. Then the cold water falling into his face and onto his bare hands, the rancid smell of the wet gutters and pavings, the knowledge that his feet were beginning to get wet and that he might catch cold—all the common discomforts of walking in the rain—s.
1) The narrator takes a week off work pretending to be sick after a funeral goes badly. She spends the week drinking wine and eating junk food on the couch.
2) On Thursday, her boss calls to ask for a sick note. In a panic, the narrator goes to the doctor and gets a note saying she has a cold.
3) That night, the narrator goes out with a friend. However, she runs into her boss at the bar who calls her out for lying about being sick. He tells her to see him in his office on Monday.
Angel leaves her boyfriend James after discovering he has been unfaithful. She drives to her new apartment overlooking the ocean, which she has secretly purchased and furnished without James' knowledge. She calls Mark, a man she met previously and has feelings for. Mark arrives and embraces Angel passionately. They express their longing for each other and the relationship they hope to build now that Angel is available.
The document is a short story titled "Araby" by James Joyce. It describes a young boy's first experience with love and longing. [1] The boy lives on North Richmond Street and becomes infatuated with his friend Mangan's sister. [2] He obsessively thinks about her and hopes to impress her by bringing her a gift from the Araby bazaar. [3] However, when he finally makes it to the bazaar, he finds that it has already closed, leaving him feeling like a "creature driven and derided by vanity."
This summary provides the key details and events from the short story "Cathedral" by Raymond Carver:
A blind man, who is an old friend of the narrator's wife, is visiting them after the death of his wife Beulah. The narrator is uncomfortable with the visit and harbors stereotypes about blindness. His wife informs him about the blind man's relationship with Beulah, how they were married for eight years until she passed away from cancer. The blind man arrives and the narrator reluctantly greets him, realizing he should support his wife in welcoming her old friend during his time of grief.
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Cathedral
By Raymond Carver (1981)
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to
spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s
relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements
were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would
meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one
summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in
touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t
enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind
bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the
blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-
eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn’t have any
money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in
officers’ training school. He didn’t have any money, either. But she was in
love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She’d seen something in
the paper: HELP WANTED—Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone
number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She worked with
this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that
sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-
service department. They’d become good friends, my wife and the blind
man. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her
face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of
her face, her nose—even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to
write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a
poem or two every year, usually after something really important had
happened to her.
When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In
the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over
her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about
what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I
can remember I didn’t think much of the poem. Of course, I didn’t tell her
that. Maybe I just don’t understand poetry. I admit it’s not the first thing I
reach for when I pick up something to read.
Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favors, this officer-to-be,
he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of
the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye
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to him, married her childhood etc., who was now a commissioned officer,
and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d keep in touch, she and the
blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up
one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They
talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. She did ...
MATS College of Technology Philippine Literaturejumong2513
Virgilio Serrano, who would kill himself the next day, hosted a dinner party for five university friends, including the narrator. Virgilio lived alone in his family's pre-war chalet in Ermita, one of the few buildings that survived the battle to liberate Manila, though it was partly damaged. The chalet had been skillfully restored. At the party, Virgilio seemed depressed and talked about the destruction of Manila and the end of the old ways. After the guests left, the narrator realized Virgilio was saying goodbye.
The narrator attends their neighbor's funeral after the neighbor's cat passes away. At the funeral, the narrator witnesses extravagant mourning practices like arm flinging and leg kicking demonstrations led by a Jamaican woman. The funeral procession travels to a cat cemetery where the cat is buried. The narrator reflects on cultural differences in how people express devotion to pets in England compared to Jamaica. While walking through the park afterwards, the narrator mistakes a man throwing a stick for his dog to fetch as stoning the dog, and ends up being chased by the dog.
The Love of the Tayamni - Manuscript w Illustrations -20160411Teresa McLaughlin
1) Batresh witnesses the death of her mother, the Matriarch. She is sent on her first mission to Tupelo, Mississippi in 1962.
2) In Tupelo, Batresh observes a racist interaction and senses the presence of small men following her. She uses a defensive device to ward them off.
3) Batresh retreats to her craft hidden in the woods. As she sleeps, her craft begins its tasks while she rests and dreams of the land's original inhabitants. Her work in Tupelo to help the innocent people will continue the next day.
Ravi sits by the window watching his friends play outside as an escape from his mother's constant scolding and criticism at home. He contemplates running away but encounters a boy with polio who is in much greater suffering. Reflecting on his mother's medical condition causing her mood changes, Ravi decides to return home where his mother and sister embrace him, signaling an understanding has been reached.
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Hot Coffee Study Questions
1. What is the Civil Justice System? How does it represent a major civil right under the Bill of Rights?
2. Why are corporations determined to restrict or prevent citizens’ ability to sue in the courts? (x1.5pts)
3. What is a tort? A. a piece of pie B. the bailout of big banks C. a harm D. a right E. a small piece of bread
4. The side that spends the most money in elections wins __________% of the time.
5. What is the real story behind McDonald’s hot coffee and why did the jury unanimously support the woman who was severely burned? (x1.5pts)
6. What is mandatory arbitration? How does this policy benefit the corporations against their employees or customers? How are arbitrators appointed? (x2pts)
7. Make a list of how these various corporate policies and actions are or could affect your life. (x2pts)
View Finder Raymond Carver
A MAN WITHOUT HANDS came to the door to sell me a photo
graph of my house. Except for the chrome hooks, he was an ordinary
looking man of fifty or so.
"How did you lose your hands?" I asked, after he'd said what he wanted.
"That's another story," he said. "You want this picture of the house or
not?"
"Come on in," I said. "I just made coffee."
I'd just made some jello too, but I didn't tell him that.
"I might use your toilet," the man with no hands said.
I wanted to see how he would hold a cup of coffee using those hooks. I
knew how he used the camera. It was an old Polaroid camera, big and
black. It fastened to leather straps that looped over his shoulders and
around his back, securing the camera to his chest. He would stand on the
sidewalk in front of a house, locate the house in the view finder, depress the
lever with one of his hooks, and out popped the picture in a minute or so.
I'd been watching from the window.
"Where'd you say the toilet was?"
"Down there, turn right."
By this time, bending and hunching, he'd let himself out of the straps. He
put the camera on the sofa and straightened his jacket. "You can look at
this while I'm gone."
I took the photograph from him. There was the little rectangle of lawn,
the driveway, carport, front steps, bay window, kitchen window. Why
would I want a photograph of this tragedy? I looked closer and saw the
outline of my head, my head, behind the kitchen window and a few steps
back from the sink. I looked at the photograph for a time, and then I heard
the toilet flush. He came down the hall, zipped and smiling, one hook hold
ing his belt, the other tucking his shirt in.
"What do you think?" he said. "All right? Personally, I think it turned
out fine, but then I know what I'm doing and, let's face it, it's not that hard
shooting
a house. Unless the weather's inclement, but when the weather's
inclement I don't work except inside. Special-assignment type work, you
know." He plucked at his crotch.
"Here's coffee," I said.
"You're alone, right?" He lo ...
This document provides background on a custody case being heard in a run-down county courthouse. The narrator, a developmental psychologist, is waiting to testify as an expert witness. The case currently being heard involves a 6-year-old girl who was removed from her drug-addicted mother's custody and placed with relatives. Though the mother has completed rehabilitation, the case was prolonged by allegations the father molested the girl. The psychologist reflects on the flaws of the family court system and its failure to prioritize children's needs over parental rights or scheduling issues. Their own case consultation has already taken 4 months to reach the court.
The document provides background on a 17-year-old runaway girl and a skinny stalker who watches her from the shadows. When he approaches her on the street corner, he lures her into an alley with a joint but then pulls a knife and tries to sexually assault her. She is able to shoot him with a BB gun she has hidden, killing him. She takes the joint and leaves, unconcerned about what happened. The document then shifts to introduce the narrator, a developmental psychologist, as they wait to provide expert testimony in a brown courtroom before Judge Marckle.
The document provides an index of fantasy-related topics including poetry, music, books, stories, and art. It lists specific poems, songs, books, and short stories. It also includes brief biographies of staff members.
ShameDick GregoryI never learned hate at home, or shame. I.docxklinda1
Shame
Dick Gregory
I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that. I was about seven years old when I got my first big lesson. I was in love with a little girl named Helene Tucker, a light-complexioned little girl with pigtails and nice manners. She was always clean and she was smart in school. I think I went to school then mostly to look at her. I brushed my hair and even got me a little old handkerchief. It was a lady's handkerchief, but I didn't want Helene to see me wipe my nose on my hand.
The pipes were frozen again, there was no water in the house, but I washed my socks and shirt every night. I'd get a pot, and go over to Mister Ben's grocery store, and stick my pot down into his soda machine and scoop out some chopped ice. By evening the ice melted to water for washing. I got sick a lot that winter because the fire would go out at night before the clothes were dry. In the morning I'd put them on, wet or dry, because they were the only clothes I had.
Everybody's got a Helene Tucker, a symbol of everything you want. I loved her for her goodness, her cleanness, her popularity. She'd walk down my street and my brothers and sisters would yell, "Here comes Helene," and I'd rub my tennis sneakers on the back of my pants and wish my hair wasn't so nappy and the white folks' shirt fit me better. I'd run out on the street. If I knew my place and didn't come too close, she'd wink at me and say hello. That was a good feeling. Sometimes I'd follow her all the way home, and shovel the snow off her walk and try to make friends with her momma and her aunts. I'd drop money on her stoop late at night on my way back from shining shoes in the taverns. And she had a daddy, and he had a good job. He was a paperhanger.
I guess I would have gotten over Helene by summertime, but something happened in that classroom that made her face hang in front of me for the next twenty-two years. When I played the drums in high school, it was for Helene, and when I broke track records in college, it was for Helene, and when I started standing behind microphones and heard applause, I wished Helene could hear it too. It wasn't until I was twenty-nine years old and married and making money that I finally got her out of my system. Helene was sitting in that classroom when I learned to be ashamed of myself.
It was on a Thursday. I was sitting in the back of the room, in a seat with a chalk circle drawn around it. The idiot's seat, the troublemaker's seat.
The teacher thought I was stupid. Couldn't spell, couldn't read, couldn't do arithmetic. Just stupid. Teachers were never interested in finding out that you couldn't concentrate because you were so hungry, because you hadn't had any breakfast. All you could think about was noontime; would it ever come? Maybe you could sneak into the cloakroom and steal a bite of some kid's lunch out of a coat pocket. A bite of something. Paste. You can't really make a meal of paste, or put it on bread for a .
ShameDick GregoryI never learned hate at home, or shame. I.docx
Portfolio
1. The Painter
The Painter stood across the street watching her closely
with his hands in his pockets. The traffic on the sidewalk
passed as he stood there like a statue, frozen in a hypnotized
state. He watched her glide side to side, serving the customers
in the diner. He was like a tree trunk that had grown roots on
the sidewalk, for the strongest shove from a passing pedestrian
could not budge him. Every now and then The Waitress would turn
toward the window as she walked back to give an order, and just
ever so slightly make eye contact with the man. That was always
enough to make The Painter’s heart drop.
He looked down at his watch. It was two hours past noon.
The chunky man looked left and then right, then he proceeded to
cross the sluggish traffic and make his way to the door of the
diner. He felt anxious; a familiar feeling because this is what
he did every day. He put a shaking hand towards the door and
walked into the diner. He looked left and then right, and then
made his way to an empty seat at the counter. The Waitress
walked behind the counter and yelled,
“I need the lunch special.” Then she turned to the man and
said, “I’ll be with you in a bit, sir.”
He nodded and watched as she took the plates and went to
serve a couple that looked like tourists. He could tell, not
because they were difficult to understand, but because one could
see the excitement in their eyes. They marveled at the chance to
experience such an electric city. They got to visit a city that
was full of hopes and dreams and a false reality that only
existed in Hollywood. Anybody and everybody who moves to the
2. city are just like the tourists. The challenge is keeping that
feeling. Something The Painter had failed to do; he no longer
marveled in the city he had grown to love.
The Painter drummed his fingers on the counter top and
fidgeted in his seat, looking left and right, searching for The
Waitress. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped underneath his
nostrils. A black sharpie pen fell out of his pocket and he
immediately jumped down from his seat to retrieve it. When he
lifted back up a familiar face was looking him in the eye. Her
long black hair served as blinds to her almond shaped eyes. It
was a shy, yet piercing stare. The struggle for air overwhelmed
The Painter as he tried desperately to look away, not wanting to
scare her or make her uncomfortable.
“What can I get you today?”
“A coffee will be fine.”
She looked at him with a suspicious look, removed the bangs
in front of her eyes and nodded. Then she turned away and walked
to get his coffee. Once she retrieved his coffee, he would not
speak to her again for the rest of the day, and The Painter knew
this because he had gotten coffee at the diner for almost a year
now.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out his sharpie pen. He
reached for a napkin and began to draw. He drew the face of The
Waitress. He then dabbed little drops of his coffee on the
napkin and it turned a tannish-brownish color, similar to that
of hers. Then he pressed two fingers to his lips, and then
pressed the two fingers to the napkin. Then he laid the money on
the counter, got up, and walked towards the door without taking
a sip from the coffee.
3. He walked three blocks away from the diner and walked into
the liquor store. There he purchased a handle of whiskey, then
walked six blocks in the opposite direction of the liquor store
to his home. After taking a swig or two, he left his home, and
would wonder the city streets for the next few hours. He
fantasized about riding the bus home from a far place, with The
Waitress’s head tilted on his shoulder. He could taste her
scent, sweet as honey, and dreamed of being next to her. He
witnessed acts of kindness and acts of sin. He saw savvy
business men and he saw starving poor. He witnessed the evil and
beauty of the city. The productiveness and destructiveness of
the city’s youth. This happened every day.
Long after sundown, The Painter returned to the spot where
he’d planted his roots. He looked down at his watch it read
“8:30 pm”. He looked up and The Waitress walked out of the diner
on queue. She did not look at him, or make any indication that
The Painter existed, but she knew he was there, and he knew she
knew. What he did not know is that, for as strange as the old
man’s behavior was, the young waitress secretly liked that he
was there. To her it was comforting to know somebody took notice
in her. After she was long gone The Painter left and walked the
three blocks home.
He walked into a dark room and stumbled over some tools and
materials in search of a light. He located it and locked the
door behind him. He put his coat on the coat rack, which was the
only reminisce of furniture in the room, along with an old stool
that sat at the small bar that extended into the kitchen. He
moved his way into the cramped kitchen, unplugged the coffee
maker, and fetched the whiskey out of the pantry. He took a swig
and walked across the boxed living room towards a closed door in
the back of the apartment. He seldom went in that room, other
4. than to get to the bathroom. He preferred to sleep in the living
area, which he had converted into a studio. A stool and coat
rack, a four-legged fold-up table which was set up in the center
of the room, and the coffee maker in the kitchen was the only
furniture in his home.
The walls were covered in paint. One could not tell the
difference from the walls inside his home and the walls on the
streets. What looked like scribbles were intricate lines and
words and shapes and images all sprawled among the squared room.
He looked around, bottle still in hand, and walked over to the
table in the center of the room. On the floor surrounding the
table were pastels, spray paint, stencils, oil paint, paper,
scissors, blues, greens, and greys. He moved the table out of
the way and walked back towards the closed door. He came back
with a canvas, set it on the floor, set the bottle of whisky
next to it, and began to paint The Waitress. He painted and
drank all night, until the empty handle lay horizontal on the
floor, with him face first surrounded by everything he’d grown
to love.
The next day he returned to the diner and found his seat at
the counter.
“I’ll be with you in one moment, sir,” The Waitress said.
He nodded, and watched her as she walked away. When she
returned, she pulled out a pen and paper and said,
“What can I get you today?”
“I’ll take a coffee.”
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
He paused and then said,
5. “I would like to paint you.”
“I’m sorry?” she asked. “Me?”
“Yes. I was just wondering if you would let me paint you?”
She studied him, as he turned his attention to his shoes
slightly.
“Well I don’t know. I don’t, I don’t know you.”
“Don’t be alarmed Miss, I would never harm you. I am a
painter, and I just have wanted to paint you for a very long
time now.”
She hesitated and then her eyes focused on the counter as
she shook her head slowly,
“I am sorry, but I can’t.”
He paused and then nodded.
“I understand. It is a strange request. But, however, here
is my card with my address.” He slid it between her hand and the
countertop. Then he put the money on the counter for the coffee,
and said to her “I’ll be waiting”.
The next day there was rain. It poured all morning. Inside
the diner the Waitress glanced out the window hoping to see him.
However he was not there. She felt very uncomfortable, but
excited at the same time. She had decided she would accept his
offer and let him paint her. She had trouble focusing all day
and could not help but feel like teenage girl, who had been
discovered for the first time.
The Waitress finished her shift later that night. Before
she walked out the door, she sat in a booth next to the window
6. to look out onto the street. The Painter was nowhere to be
found. She raised her head and looked left and then right hoping
that she had overlooked him and he would appear. However she
soon realized he was not there. She had an uneasy feeling deep
in her stomach, but she walked out the door and headed three
blocks opposite the direction of the liquor store. She stood
outside the building, which she had a difficult time finding
because there was no sign and the numbers on the wall had faded.
A street light sat high in front of the building, which was
squeezed between a deli and a liquor store different than the
one six blocks opposite of The Painter’s home.
She walked up the stairs slowly and curiously. On the third
floor, she stopped and made her way down the narrow hallway. She
stopped at the third door on the right side of the hall. She
reached to knock and then froze. The door was already slightly
opened.
“He has been waiting for me,” she said to herself.
She gripped the knob and opened the door slowly. The lights
were bright in the living room. She put one hand on her hip and
wiped and other hand across the top of her forehead. Then she
let out a large sigh. She shut the door behind her and walked
towards the center of the room. There The Painter laid, face
first on the canvas. Next to him was a handle of empty whisky,
standing straight up next to him. She knelt next to him. The
stench of vomit was strong. She was certain he had drowned.
She stood up and put her hands hopelessly on her head and
looked at the wall, for she had never seen a dead person before
and could not bear to look at it. On the wall in front of her
was a painting of a woman. She studied the painting and decided
it was a painting of her. But then she took a second look; a
7. much closer look. The Painter had messed up the painting,
because she was having a difficult time recognizing herself.
“Still very lovely nonetheless,” she thought to herself.
She turned towards the door that was always closed. Then
she walked over and gripped the knob tight. Her hand was
shaking. She opened it and stood in the door way. The room was
neat, but covered in dirt. It looked as though no one had been
in it for years. She sneezed. Then she shut the door behind her.
The room was bare. The bed was made. The bathroom door was wide-
open. The hardwood floor was masked in dirt. She walked over to
the dresser and opened a drawer. In it was a gown, a bra, and a
handkerchief. All the other drawers were empty. The closet was
empty. The Painter could no longer live there, and into his
studio where he could focus on his art. She did however find one
treasure sitting on the night stand. It was framed photograph
with the stand facing upwards. It was a picture of a young man
with the biggest smile on his face. He was youthful, toned, and
full of life, inspiration and hope. In the photo he embraced a
young beauty with tannish skin similar to The Waitress. A tear
fell from The Waitress’s face, as she studied the young man and
woman in the photo, and felt that she knew them both well,
although the only dialogue she ever had was with the man, and it
was never intimate.
She picked up the picture and walked out into the living
area. She approached the body of The Painter and knelt down
beside it. She put her hand on his back gently. Then she stood
up and walked out of the door. She left with him the bottle and
a torn picture of the woman in the photo. She thought about him
all the way home.
8. One on One
I saw hands too small to grasp the ball.
I saw feet too slow to keep up with me.
I saw sneakers that looked newer than mine.
I saw an outstretched arm.
I saw the defense coming.
I saw eyes that refused to lose.
I saw lips that moved up and down.
I saw nostrils flare in disgust.
I saw frustration.
And what I saw, I relished.
I saw all of the greats.
I saw Rodman, Isaiah, Reggie.
I saw Barkley, and Shaq, and Kobe.
I saw Magic and Bird.
I saw LeBron.
I saw Jordan.
I saw their eyes looking back at me, waiting for
Me to make my move.
I saw dreams.
And what I saw, I wanted.
I saw myself take the ball right.
Stop.
I saw him go right.
I saw myself cross the ball left.
Stop.
I saw the panic.
I saw that he knew.
9. I saw myself lift high into the sky,
Bringing the ball to the front of my face.
I saw the perfect angle made by my elbow.
I saw the knuckles of my fingers wrinkle,
Bend back, and then flick.
I saw it before it happened.
I saw the ball drop through the net.
And what I saw couldn’t be stopped.
What I saw, I loved.
Growing Up
We were just wasting time,
Youth without guidance or direction.
Floating into our prime,
Unconcerned with health or protection.
So wild. So bohemian.
During the day we read the tales of Keurac and Ginsburg.
We studied the verse of Whitmen,
And admired the brash of Hemmingway and Bukoski.
At night we navigated the blue lit streets,
Bar to bar, dancing on top of cars,
Kicking up water from puddles,
10. And painting on street signs.
We lived to watch fireworks explode in the night sky.
We lived to drink the best and most affordable whisky.
We lived to meet people. To talk.
We lived to ramble about the most senseless shit possible.
We lived to yell and howl at the moon like the pack of wolves we were.
We lived to tell the stories of the old to our peers.
The most misunderstood group of people imaginable.
Where do you meet such people?
People who are more like characters made up in the minds of the
greatest Beats.
Too old to be kids. Too young to be grown.
Too old to be reckless. Too young to be feckless.
Those people whom we gravitate to.
Those people who live without regret.
Those people who live with nothing more,
Than the passion to live.
Those people who live to never grow up.
We used to be all these things.
We used to be so wild.
So bohemian.
We used to laugh in the face of death,
With no hesitation.
11. We used to be those people.
We used to be youth.
We used to be growing up.
Painting Love
I would love to go paint with you.
I would love to paint shades of blue.
I would love to go out at night.
I would love to share the feeling of fright.
I would love to paint on plywood doors.
I would love to paint on billboards.
I would love to pick out cans.
I would love to take your tan hand.
I would love to paint on walls.
I would love to paint red the halls.
I would love the sounds of The Who.
I would love to paint my love for you.
Class Evaluation
Mr. Shewmaker, I really enjoyed myself in your class this
semester. I sort of anticipated enjoying this course strictly based on
the subject matter, but the way you ran your classroom made it more
comfortable and as a result, I feel like I was able to learn more. I
wish I was more comfortable with the rest of my classmates, that way I
12. would have been able to contribute a little more to the class
discussions. Of course, that is no fault of yours, because I do think
you did all you could to get our class to engaged more. I liked the
majority of the readings you chose for us to cover in both poetry and
short stories. I think it was great that you included many modern
authors and poets to study and each one seemed to introduce different
styles and ideas that were helpful when writing my own assignments. I
thought the assigned work was appropriate for the course as well. We
always had an assignment, but it was never a hassle with other course
to complete the assignments, so I think that was a definite plus to
the course. I don’t think there was much you could do about the lack
of input from our class during discussions at time. It was just an
unfortunate mix of students I guess that didn’t always feel that
comfortable sharing their opinions. However, I really liked doing the
book dates. That surprised me, because initially I was not too crazy
about the idea, but I was really shocked at how much me and my book
dates would actually take the time to discuss the readings assigned.
It was great to get in depth prospective from a peer about readings or
even my own work at times, and for me, I noticed that we seemed to
always be a little more comfortable doing those. I always enjoy
classes that produce conversation, so I think that was probably one of
the things that I looked forward to the most, although generally
speaking I am more of an observer in those situations. I personally
prefer short stories over poetry, but that is not to say I don’t find
both interesting and I was not expecting to cover poetry going in to
this class, but I am glad that we did. I enjoyed studying it, and even
13. writing it, which I was surprised by. I liked that you did a good job
with making sure we knew what the plan was for each week, and what you
expected of us in our work. That was never an issue or concern because
you were consistent throughout the entire semester, which I thank you
for because a number of my professors have made this semester a hell
of a lot more hectic than required. Lastly, I want to thank you
because this is one of the few class I have really enjoyed being a
part throughout my three years here at Tech. I never loathed having to
come to this class and actually looked forward to going to class, no
bullshit. Your class is an exceptional class and I hope you continue
to teach at such a high level, because classes like this have impact
on students’ lives. Well, at least that is how I feel about the class.
So again, thanks, and I wish you nothing but the best!
Keith Green…