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by Kostas Springfield

–”My father is a mirror in which I can only hope to catch a reflection of myself. He is the one I strive to model myself after.”–

“Where would we be right now if I did not have the restaurant? How else would I be able to provide for our family? Who would give me, a man without an education, a job?” My father would say these things whenever we had a father-to-son conversation. We would usually have these talks on car rise Continue reading

— If love does not know how to give and take without restriction, it is not love, but a transaction. —Emma Goldman

Edward Wellman bade goodbye to his family in the old country headed for a better life in America. Papa handed him the family’s savings hidden in a leather satchel. “Times are desperate here,” he said, hugging his son goodbye. “You are our hope.”

Edward boarded the Atlantic freighter offering free transport to young men Continue reading

Condensed from “Eighty Acres”

Ronald Jager

–Year after year, it bears the fruit of blind faith…

That June evening I was about ten. As I stood on our front porch, my eye caught an unusual plant, not more than five inches high. It was the merest seedling, but my father identified it as a young apple tree. Immediately I adopted it. I would transplant it, care for it as my own, and it would thrive. When I was a man and farmed this land, it would bear Continue reading

The powerful thrust of jet engines drove me deep into my seat as the plane rose into the Georgia night. It was July 15, 1969, and only 35 minutes remained of a journey that had begun two days earlier and a world away. First Lt. Hugh Weldon, Infantry, United States Army, was coming home from Vietnam.

As I stared vacantly at the disappearing Atlanta lights, I realized I was different from the fun-loving youngster who had reversed this route a year earlier. Thanks to an unrelenting Continue reading

Kate Chopin (1894)

Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death.

It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Continue reading

I would like to analyze bloody Mary’s story. After I read the story, the first thing that I want to analyze about the exposition. this play in city street corner. There are five character play in this story. The setting on the street corner in spring. The raising action happened when Joe a man who with one leg and one arm comes and falls in front of Mary.

They introduce them self each other and Mary ask him to make a tourniquet for stop her blood. The conflict happened when Continue reading

I came across a site yesterday called InternetUptimeMonitor.com and found it really interesting. Why? Because they watch your web site from a network of servers all over the world. When your site goes down they email you. Pretty simple but effective. They also record how fast it takes your site to load and give you a nice chart showing you fast and slow times throughout the day.

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That night I became very feverish, and stayed in bed drinking plenty of cold, fresh water. The next morning I felt better, and I continued my journey on foot. I had been told I would find boats at Burlington -  fifty miles away – that would carry me the rest of the way to Philadelphia. It rained very hard all day and when I stopped at a small hotel that first night, I was beginning to wish I had never left home. I proceeded, however, and on the third day reached Burlington. Walking in Continue reading

Though a brother, I was his apprentice and he considered himself my master. He expected the same services from me as he would from another; while I thought he asked too much of a brother. Our arguments were often brought before our father, and I guess I was either generally in right, or else a better debater, because the judgment was usually in my favor. But I disliked any my apprenticeship and wished for some opportunity to end it. I sold some of my books to get a little money and, with the Continue reading

My brother had, in 1720 or 1721, begun to print a newspaper. It was the second that appeared in America. I remember his friends trying to persuade him not to attempt it, since it probably would not be successful. One newspaper was in their judgement, enough for America. He went on, however, and I was employed to carry the papers through the streets to the people.

He had some clever men among his friends whose writing added to the success of the newspaper. These gentlemen often visited Continue reading