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He placed his gloved hand over his brow and wiped. He was hot and sweaty, the work was hard, grinding. His face was smeared with dirt , and his clothes were musty smelling. Five years he had been working in this mine. They had a pretty good haul just a few weeks ago. He lifted his Pick ax and hummed as he sheathed it into the rock above him. He again wondered why the hell he didn’t go to college. His old man was on his case about it, but he was a miner too. His father had mined for the war, tungsten, barite, and lead to make bullets. He had finished high school, and started working for the same company as his pop. It was not that he was dumb, he really liked mechanics and figuring out things. Kids used to bring him their broken bikes and he had this innate talent to fix them, even better than they were. Yeah , he was smart alright, just not book smart. Sometimes he would get things backwards, numbers, letters, and he had to figure out how to make them right. He figured out a system, and from then things improved, but it was too late for college acceptance. Working in the shaft made sense, his father had done it , his grandfather as well, and now he did it, a family tradition. He stopped for a minute and grabbed his canteen. The cool water trickled down his dusty throat.
When it comes to birth control, women end up taking the reins for the most part. After all it is their bodies that will change as well as the responsibility of a child. This thought process has been ingrained for years in the female gender, but it is truly a cooperative responsibility, after all , as the old saying goes, it takes two to tango. Why should the sole responsibility be on the parent who carries the unborn?
Yemo's eyes opened slowly . He was on his back looking up to a green canopy overhead. He laid there for a minute, eyes focused on the scenery. A light mist hung over his head and weaved its spell through the thickened branches. Where was he and how did he get here? He could not recall the day before, or many days before, but his mind tried to drift back to years gone by. He was old as the mountains, no doubt about it. He could not remember the day or the time, or when he was born. He saw some visions of something when he closed his eyes, a figure here, and battle there, but hard as he tried straining, he could not identify where he was now and what he had been doing.
A Easy Guide to Understanding Football
It is fall, the air is scented with meat on the grill, and a waft of stale beer. Cars wave flags of their favorite football team, Revelers put on their teams colors and file into stadiums across the U.S. Yes, It is football season!
The Joy and Pain of Novel Writing
I look up from my computer it is 1100. I have been here since 0900, shuffling through papers, researching this point or that, and I have precisely a paragraph written. I go and pour more coffee, then I am back staring at the screen blankly. The life of a writer.
It was a chilly February morning. Saturday, the day he was supposed to be off, but there he was at the shop, and by himself at that. He was fine with it, he was a lone wolf, anyway. He found people to be annoying, and it was amazing that they would practically blurt out their life's story in places like the line at the supermarket, This old rural waste of a town, where most of the factories had closed, and the population had made way for petty criminals and dollar stores. He was stuck here, with a wage that twenty years ago would have been considered bordering on rich, but now barely meets the middle class, and few connections.. He had more in mind than this, he thought as he banged through his work, pressing this, programming that as the aluminum bars formed into parts, based on what he told it to do. He reflected back to just a couple of years prior, when the old boss used to hand crank the machine. He chuckled out loud, what a sap. People were so averse to change that they would rather hand crank and get burned by the little bits of metal than be able to use a simple computer program and be able to do other things, like sit in their office watching porn.
Sexual misconducts plagues the team formerly known as the Redskins
Fifteen former female employees of the NFL team in Washington D.C. have alleged sexual misconduct with multiple members of the inner circle of the front office of the team. This misconduct has apparently been going on for years. Women crying at their desks due to comments, being made to wear sexual revealing garments to increase sales, and unwanted sexual propositions are only the tip of the iceberg.
D&D: Spanning Generations
It started with a inquiry on a bag of dice in a small crown royal bag. Apparently all the cool Dungeons and Dragons ( D&D) gamers carry their dice in those assorted color velour bags with the yellow strings. It sounds very complex nowadays. It is all done virtually at present, due to COVID, and people's schedules but it is a variant of the same game from back in the 1970's. This role playing has a Manifesto, and its players have a real investment in what goes on with their characters. The Dungeon Master (DM) or Game Master (GM) is the one who directs the play of this dragonian and mystical adventure and the players choose and roll their fate. This DM needs to know the rules,the story , the why , when , where, how, a real reporter of adventure. This seems like a good preparation for a management position in the future.