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PART 1- THE WHY William "Tell" Thompson was a rebel by nature. It coursed through his body like a fire that would never go out. It burned eternal, like the flame of Olympus. He joined the NAVY, not out of patriotism, although he did believe wholeheartedly in the beauty, truth and also the hypocrisy of the United States of America. He was a man of a certain type of attribute: perseverance. He was born and raised in a small town on Lake Erie by the name of Huron. Situated on the bank of Lake Erie, a literal stones throw from the Canadian border. He loved the water. Lived for the water. Worshipped the water. Huron was a tourist town, no more than 20 miles from the most famous theme park in the world, Cedar Point. He wasn't born into wealth, quite the opposite. He grew up with limited money, second hand clothes and was made aware of his stature at every turn through school. He met and married his Highschool sweetheart. AJ Selby. Love was at first sight and they were married as soon as they graduated. His Father had passed away at a young age, of course because of the dreaded "C" word, and his mother never fully recovered. She took her own life when he was 18. She walked into the frigid, frozen waters of the lake, and her body was never discovered. Tell drowned his sorrow in typical fashion: heroin, alcohol, cocaine and as many fights as he could get into. He didn't care if he won or lost, he just wanted to feel the pain, to know he was alive. Because of the love, grace and unflinching determination of his wife, he was able to pull out of it, and before long they were the parents of a beautiful baby girl. They named her Leo, because she was born on August 17th and was as fierce as a little Lion. The joy of father hood and because of the responsibility of his little Lion, he decided he would join the NAVY. He scored ridiculously high on the ASFAB, with exceptional high scores on diving. At this time the NAVY was launching experiments in saturation diving, a type of deep water extreme diving duration under ridiculously high pressure exposure and quite deadly. Tell signed up without a second thought, and before long was shipped to San Diego.
How Sure Are You
How Sure Are You By Kathleen Tonn I sat at my desk making travel plans. My โ€œto doโ€ list was nearly completed. My passport was up to date. My vaccinations are current, including my tetanus shot. My travel funds were put in an international bank. My home was sold. My car was sold. I would board the plane with a brief case and a small suitcase. I said good bye to my friends knowing weโ€™d stay in touch despite the ocean separating us. I am starting over abroad. It took ten years of soul searching to arrive at that decision. It was also fomented by the economy. The corporation I worked for said to me, โ€œHayden, AI is taking over your role. We appreciate all you have done, but we must move forward technologically.โ€ I wasnโ€™t alone. My whole department received their pink slips. The anger and frustration my coworkers experienced was disturbing. Some were single parents, and some were single wage earners. Bottom line, they had children and aging parents to look after. It stunk. I requested the corporation to give my coworkers my stock dividends. I had fifteen years of accrual which amounted to twenty-five thousand dollars. I figured that would help my five closest associates. I instructed the human resource department to keep that donation confidential. I was to catch my plane to Brussels at one a.m. Before doing so, I was going to have dinner with an old friend from college. We were meeting at the Olive Garden for a glass of wine and their delicious Braised Beef Tortellini. I took Uber to the restaurant. The carโ€™s windshield wipers worked furiously to clear the rain from the glass. The driver and I watched the sheets of rain smack the pavement as the raindrops bounced off the streets. Thunder and lightening pounded out a rhapsody overhead. It many ways, the storm was a perfect crescendo for an eventful American life. The driver saluted me as I exited his Acura. Then, I ran towards the restaurantโ€™s front door. The host offered to take my wet jacket before showing me to Dillanโ€™s and my table.
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Snowflake pitch for Me and The Great Bear
An extremely skillfully analytical bucket shop stock trader and his partner, navigate the year of 1929, the year of the great crash. The partners invent, by chance, technical analysis, short the railroad right before the great earth quake on San Francisco, corner the cotton market, when The President asks them to stop cornering the market, they agree and then also profit tremendously on the subsequent rise of the price of cotton. The partners had also, during The Great panic of 1919, shorted the market , and are asked to stop, by the one and only JP Morgan himself which they oblige his request. I picture it in my head as Wolf Of Wall Street meets The Great Gatsby.
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Rainstorm In My Head
Thereโ€™s a rain song I hear, Inside my head all day: the wet noise sweetly spattering my ears with subtle percussion. The chorus rings with tintinnabulation, a standing wave Iโ€™ll always crave, I love how your raindrops make sweet love to my brain.
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