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“Howl, for Carl Solomon” - Part 1:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by 　　　madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn 　　　looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly 　　　connection to the starry dynamo in the machin- 　　　ery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat 　　　up smoking in the supernatural darkness of 　　　cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities 　　　contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and 　　　saw Mohammeddan angels staggering on tene- 　　　ment roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes 　　　hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy 　　　among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & 　　　publishing obscene odes on the windows of the 　　　skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- 　　　ing their money in wastebaskets and listening 　　　to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through 　　　Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in 　　　Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their 　　　torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- 　　　cohol and cock and endless balls, incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and 　　　lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of 　　　Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo- 　　　tionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery 　　　dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, 　　　storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon 　　　blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree 　　　vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook- 　　　lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless 　　　ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine 　　　until the noise of wheels and children brought 　　　them down shuddering mouth-wracked and 　　　battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance 　　　in the drear light of Zoo, who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's 　　　floated out and sat through the stale beer after- 　　　noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack 　　　of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked continuously seventy hours from park to 　　　pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook- 　　　lyn Bridge, a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping 　　　down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills 　　　off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts 　　　and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks 　　　and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days 　　　and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the 　　　Synagogue cast on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a 　　　trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic 　　　City Hall, suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind- 　　　ings and migraines of China under junk-with- 　　　drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the 　　　railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, 　　　leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing 　　　through snow toward lonesome farms in grand- 　　　father night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep- 　　　athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in- stinctively vibrated their feet in Kansas, 　　　who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking vis- 　　　ionary indian angels who were visionary indian 　　　angels, who thought they were only mad when Baltimore 　　　gleamed in supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla- 　　　homa on the impulse of winter midnight street- 　　　light smalltown rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston 　　　seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the 　　　brilliant Spaniard to converse about America 　　　and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship 　　　to Africa, who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving 　　　behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees 　　　and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire- 　　　place Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the 　　　F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist 　　　eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incom- 　　　prehensible leaflets, who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting 　　　the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union 　　　Square weeping and undressing while the sirens 　　　of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed 　　　down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also 　　　wailed, who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked 　　　and trembling before the machinery of other 　　　skeletons, who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight 　　　in policecars for committing no crime but their 　　　own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication, who howled on their knees in the subway and were 　　　dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu- 　　　scripts, who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly 　　　motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, 　　　 the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean 　　　love, who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose- 　　　gardens and the grass of public parks and 　　　cemeteries scattering their semen freely to 　　　whomever come who may, who hiccupped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up 　　　with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath 　　　when the blond & naked angel came to pierce 　　　them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate 　　　the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar 　　　the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb 　　　and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but 　　　sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden 　　　threads of the craftsman's loom, who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of 　　　beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a can- 　　　dle and fell off the bed, and continued along 　　　the floor and down the hall and ended fainting 　　　on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and 　　　come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness, who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling 　　　in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning 　　　but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun- 　　　rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked 　　　in the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad 　　　stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these 　　　poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver—joy 　　　to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls 　　　in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' 　　　rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with 　　　gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet- 　　　ticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station 　　　solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too, who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in 　　　dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and 　　　picked themselves up out of basements hung- 　　　over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third 　　　Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy- 　　　ment offices, who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on 　　　the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the 　　　East River to open to a room full of steamheat 　　　and opium, who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment 　　　cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime 　　　blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall 　　　be crowned with laurel in oblivion, who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested 　　　the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of 　　　Bowery, who wept at the romance of the streets with their 　　　pushcarts full of onions and bad music, who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the 　　　bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in 　　　their lofts, who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned 　　　with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded 　　　by orange crates of theology, who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty 　　　incantations which in the yellow morning were 　　　stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht 　　　& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable 　　　kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for 　　　an egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot 　　　for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks 　　　fell on their heads every day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess- 　　　fully, gave up and were forced to open antique 　　　stores where they thought they were growing 　　　old and cried, who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits 　　　on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse 　　　& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments 　　　of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the 　　　fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinis- 　　　ter intelligent editors, or were run down by the 　　　drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually hap- 　　　pened and walked away unknown and forgotten 　　　into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley- 　　　ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer, who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of 　　　the subway window, jumped in the filthy Pas- 　　　saic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, 　　　danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed 　　　phonograph records of nostalgic European 　　　1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and 　　　threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans 　　　in their ears and the blast of colossal steam- 　　　whistles, who barreled down the highways of the past journeying 　　　to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude 　　　watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation, who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out 　　　if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had 　　　a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who 　　　came back to Denver & waited in vain, who 　　　watched over Denver & brooded & loned in 　　　Denver and finally went away to find out the 　　　Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying 　　　for each other's salvation and light and breasts, 　　　until the soul illuminated its hair for a second, who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for 　　　impossible criminals with golden heads and the 　　　charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet 　　　blues to Alcatraz, who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky 　　　Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys 　　　or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or 　　　Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the 　　　daisychain or grave, who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp- 　　　notism & were left with their insanity & their 　　　hands & a hung jury, who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism 　　　and subsequently presented themselves on the 　　　granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads 　　　and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding in- 　　　stantaneous lobotomy, and who were given instead of concrete void of insulin 　　　Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psycho- therapy occupational therapy pingpong & 　　　amnesia, who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic 　　　pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia, returning years later truly bald except for a wig of 　　　blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad- 　　　man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the 　　　East, Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid 　　　halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rock- 　　　ing and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench 　　　dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a night- 　　　mare bodies turned to stone as heavy as the 　　　moon, with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book 　　　flung out of the tenement window, and the last 　　　door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone 　　　slammed at the wall in reply and the last fur- 　　　nished room emptied down to the last piece of 　　　mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted 　　　on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that 　　　imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of 　　　hallucination— ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and 　　　now you're really in the total animal soup of 　　　time— and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed 　　　with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use 　　　of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrat- 　　　ing plane, who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space 　　　through images juxtaposed, and trapped the 　　　archangel of the soul between 2 visual images 　　　and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun 　　　and dash of consciousness together jumping 　　　with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna 　　　Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human 　　　prose and stand before you speechless and intel- 　　　ligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet con- 　　　fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm 　　　of thought in his naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, 　　　yet putting down here what might be left to say 　　　in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in 　　　the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the 　　　suffering of America's naked mind for love into 　　　an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone 　　　cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered 　　　out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand 　　　years.

— Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems (1956)

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Garnet Douglass Baltimore (April 15, 1859 - June 12, 1946) was the first African American to earn a BS from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute and was an accomplished landscape engineer who made a huge impact on his hometown of Troy, New York. His most notable contribution to Troy was Prospect Park, which is an 84-acre park with a 25-mile view of the Hudson River that many local people consider the most scenic view in Troy. He developed a system to test cement that was adopted by the state of New York and supervised the extension of the “mud lock” on the Oswego Canal.

He earned his BS in Civil Engineering from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in 1881. His first job after graduation was as an assistant engineer working on a bridge between Rensselaer and Albany. He was appointed chief of the surveying party for the 56-mile Granville and Rutland Railroad and in 1884 he was an assistant engineer and surveyor on the Erie Canal. He was the engineer in charge of the Sandy Hill Railroad. As a landscape engineer, he was the designer of many cemeteries including Graceland Cemetery in Albany, and was a consulting engineer at Oakwood Cemetery, where he is buried.

He served as the Secretary of the alumni association’s 50-Year Club until his death. He was inducted into the Institute’s Hall of Fame, and each year the school hosts the Garnet Baltimore lecture series. The former mayor of Troy renamed a section of Eighth Street between Hoosick and Congress, Garnet Douglass Baltimore Street. The section ends at the foot of Prospect Park and is on the same street he was born and raised on.

He was born to Peter F. Baltimore and Caroline A. Newcomb Baltimore in Troy. His grandfather Samuel Baltimore was an enslaved who fought in the Revolutionary War after being promised freedom for his service. When this promise was not fulfilled, he escaped to Troy. Upstate New York City was an important stop on the Underground Railroad before the Civil War and continued to attract many prominent African Americans during the later nineteenth century.

He married Mary E. Lane. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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allyngibson · 2 years

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No Joy in the Green Grass League

The York Revolution were having a Peanuts-themed baseball game. As in Charles Schulz’s Peanuts. As in Charlie Brown and Snoopy and the Vince Guaraldi Trio. And they were wearing custom jerseys and auctioning them off.

Naturally, I had to go.

Naturally, the game was today, and I didn’t know about it until yesterday afternoon.

I receive York’s emails. I even sometimes look at them if the subject line grabs me. I can’t say that the subject line grabbed me here — “Win a Revs Jersey While You Help Kids!!” — but the first line of the email — “Good grief, the players are wearing York Revolution Peanuts jerseys!” certainly did.

I had plans — a ticket for the Harrisburg Senators Sunday afternoon game against the Reading Fightin’ Phils — and under pretty much any other circumstances I would have done that and not the York game, but Peanuts and the Beatles are the two themes that would make me change my plans. So I exchanged my Senators ticket for a ticket in the Erie series at the end of the month, put on my yellow Charlie Brown t-shirt, and went to downtown York.

Ironically, I’d been there yesterday, in the downtown area. I went to Prospect Hill Cemetery again; the day was absolutely gorgeous, not the sort of day you want to waste, and I hiked from the grave of Lefty George to the main entrance on George Street, and explored some parts of the cemetery I’d not seen. I also wanted to see if I could see Mt. Rose Cemetery from Prospect Hill. I believe you can, and the next time I go I’ll take binoculars to be sure.

Today was the first time this season I’d been to People’s Bank Park. I’ve seen York this year, but in Lancaster, not York. (Such as their opening day.)

The jerseys the team wore today were snazzy, with a print of baseball-themed Peanuts comic strips. I bid on two of them and won neither, which is fine. It would have been a nice collectible to have, but at the same time I didn’t need to spend $120-plus on something I’d never wear.

Peanuts and baseball are such a natural combination, and I wish the licensors would do more to work with minor league baseball rather than the 87-millionth iteration of Star Wars night and Marvel Comics night.

Since I hadn’t been to The Bank in about a year — I think I was last there for a game where they wore Olympics-themed jerseys — I walked around the stadium before the game.

Just as yesterday I’d tried to determine if Mt. Rose Cemetery could be seen from Prospect Hill Cemetery, I also tried to ascertain if Mt. Rose Cemetery could be seen from the ballpark, since I have tried to see the stadium from the cemetery and been unable to do so. (Or, I might be seeing it and failing to recognize it.) I think the reason I’ve been unable to see the ballpark from the cemetery hill is that it can’t be seen; I couldn’t see Mt. Rose at all from any vantage point. Too much stuff in the way.

When I returned to my seat, an old man at the top row of my section excitedly told me we had a special visitor in the park today — a bald eagle.

The gentleman, I am sorry to say, was difficult to understand. The eagle, he said, didn’t like something, but I don’t know what that something was. He also told me about his health issues — skin cancer, notably — and the medications he was on and how he had to stay out of the sun. I listened with interest and concern, occasionally asking him questions, but I only understood maybe one work in four. After I took my seat, he continued to tell everyone about the eagle, and the eagle stayed there at least an hour into the game.

Before the game, the Vince Guaraldi Peanuts music, most of the familiar tracks and some of the lesser known pieces, was played in the stadium. I thought it was from a CD, but there was a West Coast-style jazz trio, named, appropriately enough, Good Grief, playing the Guaraldi cuts. I have no photos of Good Grief playing, because I didn’t know where they were until they were tearing down their tent. The best I have is a distant shot; they were set up on the party deck behind home plate.

There were also people dressed as Snoopy and Woodstock at the stadium entrance, and fans were getting their photos taken with the characters.

In the early going, the game was tight. The Wild Health Genomes — that’s their name, they play in Lexington, Kentucky — would score, and York would score. York would issue a walk (or three) and get out of the jam. Wild Health’s pitcher was tighter.

And then the home plate umpire got drilled in the nuts.

At least, that’s where it seemed the umpire was struck by the pitch. You’re in the stands. It’s hard to tell.

Other than the jerseys and the pre-game stuff — the character appearances, the West Coast-style jazz band — there wasn’t much Peanuts flavor to the game. Joe Shlabotnik was not in the line-up, nor were they any Shlabotnik-style flashy plays on routine outs. (There was, however, a base runner who was thrown out at first after he stumbled and fell out of the batter’s box.) The video board used the image of Downtown in Schulz’s style, and there was a series of Peanuts clips strung together on the videoboard between innings (though it was also impossible to hear).

York’s pitching was not great. York pitchers issued a team record number of walks — the radio broadcast said, I think, fifteen — and it’s a wonder the Genomes didn’t score more through the first seven innings.

In the eighth the wheels came off York’s pitching, and the Genomes, who came into the inning leading 3-2, took an eight run lead. York couldn’t buy an out. I’ve seen enough Atlantic League baseball to know that an eight run lead in the eighth inning isn’t safe, but York also couldn’t buy a run. The Genomes tacked on three more runs in the tenth. and that’s how it ended -- Genomes 13, York 2.

No joy in Stumptown and the Green Grass League tonight.

But while the hometown team may have faltered, it was certainly a lovely day. It wasn’t hot, it wasn’t humid. There was a light breeze, and gentle clouds floated across the sky. The attendance wasn’t great — maybe 1,500, maybe less — which is unfortunate, because this is exactly the kind of day you want for a tightly played baseball game (for seven innings, anyway).

Lancaster is visiting York this week. Perhaps one night this week after work I’ll attend a game. Otherwise, my next baseball game will be Wednesday, the 24th, in Harrisburg, as they take on the Erie SeaWolves.

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Erie Street Cemetery, Cleveland, Ohio, USA

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Fencing

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artdaily7 · 3 years

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from "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machin- ery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- cohol and cock and endless balls, incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo- tionless world of Time between, Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook- lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind, who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo, who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat through the stale beer after noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox, who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook- lyn Bridge, lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall Nikolai Nevrev 1870s Oprichniki, oil on canvas, Kyrgyz National Museum of Fine Arts Gapara Aitieva

#Howl #Allen Ginsberg #Ginsberg #Art #Poetry #Fine Arts #Poems #Painting #Oprichniki #Nikolai Nevrev #Nevrev #Carl Solomon #I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed

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Toonami Weekly Recap 01/04/2020

My Hero Academia Shie Hassaikai Arc Season 4 EP#70 (07) - GO!!: Izuku and Mirio overcome their heavy emotions following the meeting and past revelations, as Sir Nighteye launches the mission to save Eri and the massive raid on the Shie Hassaikai's Headquarters begins.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind EP#08 - Sex Pistols Appears, Part 2: In a flashback, Mista is shown as a carefree young thug who discovered that bullets fired at him miss completely. Back on the island of Capri, Mista is hanging onto the truck travelling up a mountain and is confronted by Sale and his Stand, Kraft Work.[m] Sale’s Stand allows him to affix objects and people in place, which enables him to stop a bullet fired by Mista from penetrating his skull. Mista then uses his Sex Pistols to knock Sale off the truck, however, Sale catches up to Mista and hits him with one of his own bullets. Sale attempts to finish off Mista off with one final bullet, but Mista has the Sex Pistols take control of it and split it in two, deflecting a fragment to push the bullet Sale had previously stopped further into his skull. Mista then has the truck driver return him to the Marina where he enters the watch-house with the bleeding Sale. Unaware that Mista has returned to the port, Giorno forces the same truck driver back up the mountain to find Mista.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba EP#10 - Together Forever: As Yahaba disintegrates, he continues to attack Tanjiro, determined to kill him as he dies, forcing Tanjiro to unleash move after move to lessen the impact, leaving Tanjiro utterly exhausted. Thanks to demon-only healing serum by Tamayo, Nezuko rejoins the fight against Susamaru and her strong will sharpens her strength greatly enough to kick the temari back without getting injured. At that, Tamayo steps in, and uses her Blood Demon Art to lower Susamaru's brain functions through the scent of her blood, causing Susamaru to accidentally activate the Kibutsuji curse and is killed. After the battle, Tamayo notes that the two demons were too weak to be members of the Twelve Kizuki, as the members have their number ranks engraved on their eyeballs, but takes some of Susamaru's blood nevertheless. As day breaks, Tanjiro returns Susamaru's temari to her before she disintegrates from the sunlight. Although Urokodaki has cast a spell on Nezuko to make her view humans as family and demons as enemies, Nezuko sees Tamayo and Yushiro as humans to be protected, causing Tamayo to cry out of thankfulness. The siblings soon set off southeast on their next mission, and Tanjiro sees one of those who completed Final Selection with him, Zenitsu Agatsuma, begging a distressed woman to marry him on the street.

One-Punch Man 2 EP#11 (23) - The Varieties of Pride: Death Gatling explains their reasoning to take down Garou: to earn respect from the Hero Association, who only cares about S Class and ignores the rest of the hardworking heroes, despite the amount of effort the lower heroes put in their work. Garou takes down Chain Toad, Shooter, Gun Gun, and Wildhorn. Death Gatling starts shooting at Garou, but Garou gets close to Glasses. Glasses remembers how he was looked down upon in Fubuki's group, when he was saved by Saitama in the past. Saitama tells Glasses instead of looking at his failures, he should move forward instead. Garou quickly defeats Glasses and Stinger, leaving Death Gatling the only one still standing. Death Gatling plans to use his final move, but Garou tries telling Death Gatling that there's a kid in the shed, however Death Gatling doesn't believe Garou and uses his final move: Death Shower. Garou singlehandedly redirects all the bullets elsewhere, saving Tareo. Garou defeats Death Gatling after insulting his pride, and Tareo runs away after seeing the defeated heroes. Garou tries to find a place with water, but Genos arrives thanks to Glass' signal. King barely beats Saitama in a video game match, making Saitama stressed out. King's phone vibrates, and says that Genos is at the place where the signal is located. Remembering that Genos always gets destroyed, Saitama and King start to go the location. Garou and Genos start fighting, with Genos pinning Garou to a tree with his robot hand. Genos nearly kills Garou, but Garou manages to escape and proclaims himself as the monster that no one can defeat. Genos counters that statement, saying that Saitama will always defeat any monsters because he's strong, leading Garou to ask who Saitama is. Suddenly, a group of monsters ambush Genos, but Genos swiftly kills them all, stating that he learns from his mistakes and will be stronger. Genos is about to fire at Garou once more but Bang kicks Garou in the head. Bomb arrives with Bang and kills more monsters, requesting Genos to leave Garou to Bang. As Bang and Garou get in their stances to fight, Bang remembers his first time meeting Garou.

Dr. Stone Village Origins Arc EP#17 - A Hundred Nights and a Thousand Skies: After Byakuya deduces that the phenomenon originated in South America, Shamil, Lillian and Connie venture down to the surface, but wind up in the middle of the ocean, prompting Byakuya and the others to go down and rescue them. The six begin living together on a nearby island, forming relationships and raising children together. As the crew start to gradually die from pneumonia, however, Byakuya writes down the "Hundred Tales" to pass essential knowledge down to future generations in the hope that Senku would one day be able to use them. Back in the present, Ruri takes Senku to the village cemetery where Byakuya lies, relaying Byakuya's final message to Senku that the Hundred Tales are a scientific gift for him. Afterwards, Gen warns Senku and the others that Tsukasa and his army are coming.

Fire Force Netherworld Arc EP#20 - Wearing His Pride: Lieutenant Hinawa searches the underground tunnels for Shinra. He encounters Arrow and they immediately fire at each other. Shinra finds Licht, but a White-Clad holds a knife at his throat. Shinra uses his tiger hand sign to fire a focused blast to disable the White-Clad, calling the new technique "Shinrabansho". Meanwhile, Hinawa and Arrow use their long range weapons to attack each other. Hinawa is badly hit, but he fires one last shell which finally defeats Arrow. bystanders, Yona and Mirage, approach the wounded Hinawa to kill him, but Arthur drops down from above. Mirage creates a multitude of illusions of himself to confuse Arthur, however, he uses his new training to detect the real Mirage, ignoring attack from the duplicates. He kills Mirage who is hiding in the darkness and Yona flees for his life. Elsewhere in the tunnels, Maki finds Iris and Tamaki, while Giovanni and Lisa find Vulcan and Obi. Lisa reveals that she is a Knights of the Ashen Flame and her real name is Feeler. Giovanni praises the power and knowledge of his great leader, the Evangelist, and he orders Lisa to defend him and destroy Vulcan and Obi.

Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma Totsuki Autumn Election Arc EP#23 - The Unfolding Individual Competition: Back in Group A, contestants are struggling to score as one of the main judges, Natsume Sendawara, keeps giving out zero scores. This streak of zeros soon breaks when Ryo Kurokiba, Alice's aide, presents a lobster curry made using a cognac base, earning 93 points. Next, Ikumi presents a Dongpo pork curry, using what she had learned from her Shokugeki with Soma to impress the judges with a complete dish and earning a score of 86. Afterwards, Ryoko presents a Dal curry made with charcoal-grilled natto and soy sauce rice malt, also scoring 86, while both Marui and Ibusaki earn 88 points with their white potage curry udon and smoked curry, respectively. Then, Akira presents his dish, which turns out to be a fragrance bomb.

Black Clover: Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc EP#99 - The Desperate Path Toward Survival: Rhya announces to Mereoleona that their target is Asta, as his Grimoire and anti-magic swords once belonged to the real Licht. Asta tries to go back to help Mereoleona but is stopped by Zora. After a short but brutal fight Mereoleona is severely injured by Rhya and decides to use her most powerful spell, Purgatory, that engulfs the room in blue flames. The effort leaves her unable to move, and while the elves are injured, they are not defeated. The elves cast a team spell to kill her but at the last moment Asta and Zora arrive. It is shown that Asta came up with a plan for Zora to intercept the five spells with a trap that doubles the destructive power, shoot it at Asta, then deflect it back at Zora to quadruple it. The result is an explosion that allows Asta and Zora to escape with Mereoleona, however, Rhya manages to grab Asta through a portal to take him to Licht. Elsewhere, Mimosa is the only human left after Yuno, Klaus and Hamon are all possessed. Mimosa is captured before she can escape, just as Rhya drops Asta into the room. Asta is horrified to learn Yuno is also possessed and is now an enemy.

#Toonami #Toonami Weekly Recap #My Hero Academia #Shie Hassaikai Arc #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind #Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba #One Punch Man #One Punch Man 2 #Dr. Stone #Village Origins Arc #Fire Force #Netherworld Arc #Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma #Totsuki Autumn Election #Black Clover #Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc

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myhauntedsalem · 5 years

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Cleveland’s Grays Armory

It is said this huge sandstone castle located in downtown Cleveland, Ohio has some friendly ghosts.

Cleveland like many cities in the mid 1800s had their own militia. They were known as the “Cleveland Grays” after the gray uniforms they wore.

This unit was the first group from Cleveland to fight in the Civil War. They also fought in the Spanish American War and during the First World War with the 145th Infantry in 1916.

Grays Amory is an impressive fortress that is located across from the Erie Street Cemetery. It is not known if this cemetery has something to do with the hauntings.

The armory has a 10,000 square foot ballroom, a library and a shooting range in its basement. It is used for both military and community functions.

My stepmother lived in Shaker Heights for many years. She attended several concerts held at the armory. She mentioned that once she got an overwhelming sense of nausea while visiting this building.

On another occasion she became uneasy. She told me that it felt like something was watching her.

Typical stories about the haunting in this fortress include phantom footsteps when the building is empty and lights acting up.

Other reports state witnesses have seen the apparitions of Civil War soldiers at Grays.

#Cleveland’s Grays Armory #haunted locations #paranormal #ghost and hauntings

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Chapter Reviews: March 12-16, 2019 + ATV's Comeback

High School Story: Class Act Chapter 5:

Did I just support Rory's campaign after supporting the twin's? That I did. I laughed at the options to hold the dance off at the parking lot and pick a heartbreaking ballad. That would be an interesting choice.

I'm starting to dislike the twin for disrupting Rory's campaign. Not once did Rory disrupt the twin's bake sale, and the fact that the twin had the gall to not wait shows their foul play. I debated a bit to supoort the twin or Rory, and ended up going with the latter. Not to mention that the twin's support for more sports falls flat because there's more emphasis on it than cheer and band. Back in the first trilogy, Book 1 focuses on getting a new quarterback after Brian transfered to Heart, and Book 2 has Ashley Faris diverting funding from cheer and band to the basketball team as part of her embezzlement scheme with her brother.

Skye's birthday party is sweet, though I don't want mine held at a graveyard. The irony is that there's a cemetery in the same street I live in. Anyway, what's more important is that Skye's happy. She deserves true happiness, away from her horrible family.

Right now, I'm just curious to see how the trip with friends turns out. I wonder whether there will be more election-related drama, even though I dread it.

The Heist: Monaco Chapter 15:

Yes! I succeeded in getting Sonia to my side. For a moment, I thought she'll stay loyal to Ansel. And that premium scene with her is hot. It's like I finally stole her heart after she stole mine. So glad I picked her as my main love interest because she's the one I find most compelling. Even better was when she distracted Ansel and helped me escape.

Glad to see my training with Jones and Ulrich's gloves paid off. They were worth the diamonds because I got to see my MC being badass and making good use of important tools for the heist. I even stole a necklace that looks like Zenobia's along with the diamond. And the scene where I called Carlisle out for his exploitation of customers was much needed to blow off steam towards him.

The premium escape scene was really badass as well. Seeing Rye and Eris escape in style was cool, and having Fabien drive the main trio to safety was a relaxing calm before the storm. Now all I gotta do was punch Ansel in the face. It's now or never.

Desire & Decorum Chapter 12:

The corgi's back! I missed him! Just kidding. That's just another corgi with the same model as the one in TRR. Nevertheless, I miss the TRR corgi, and it's nice to see some Welsh because it's not a widely spoken language. Too bad I didn't watch the street performers, but after seeing how many of them have recycled models from TC&TF, I cry a little bit inside.

Anyway, it was fun being deceptively polite to Duke Richards and snarky at the same time. Makes me feel good about playing this series. Oh, and Felicity's back even though she's meh.

If there's one thing this book should do regarding the conspirators led by Duke Richards, it's to do justice to the showdown against them. It better not be like The Junior, where Nathan monologues and gets easily exposed, and the clues don't give any special advantages besides putting Beau and/or Kassidy in jail. Seeing that it closely involves the MC being married to Duke Richards, I say have that duke killed in the end.

America's Most Eligible Chapter 9:

Honestly, Piper's still the same smug snake like before. Even when her new show is doing well, I still don't trust her.

After seeing Eden wanting to confess her feelings to Kiana, I say why not? At that time, I thought she could get eliminated, so last chance, perhaps? Even after I've been proven wrong, I still don't regret my decision. It was sweet to see Eden mustering her courage.

Man, Bianca gets done dirty in All Stars, brought back only to have just one premium scene and she gets eliminated this chapter or earlier. I seriously wonder whether or not Pixelberry disregards the potential she brings just because she's female, and PB just wants to cater to its "target audience" despite their illogical demands. Anyway, she deserves better than this.

I really should be careful of Ivy not honoring our deal, especially since I have a negative relationship with her. Nevertheless, Slater gets eliminated, leaving me with one less tough competitor to deal with. The funny thing is that he's still friends with me. Let's see if he and Ivy wind up being interchangeable because of their pragmatism.

The Elementalists Chapter 1:

The opening scene with the girl Goeffe tried to protect and Discount Dorian Pavus got me thinking that the new book's plot will focus on the nine masters of each attunement. From the fight between them and his assumption that the other masters are weak for not realizing their potential, it seems that the nine elements rests on some sort of delicate balance, and the villain wants to use his powers to the hightst potential possible.

Anyway, back to Penderghast. I'm so glad Atlas and Aster have enrolled. I can't wait to see more of them, especially since Aster was severely sidelined in Book 1. I was shocked and amused to see that Greygarden Waithe looks like Yusuf Konevi with blue hair, blue skin, and yellow eyes. Boy, Pixelberry sure loves recycling character models. On another note, I hope I get to see more of the dynamics between the different races of the setting, especially since Aster mentioned the Wand Wars being a sour point in relations between humans and wood nymphs. It's too good of an opportunity for Pixelberry to pass.

I'm thinking of renaming the friend group from Five Stars to something else, probably The Week, with each member for each day of the week. As for the tour around Penderghast, I encouraged Atlas and Aster to focus on their studies. They're in a place of learning, so they should make the most of their enthusiasm for learning. I know Aster's the kind of person who wants to learn more, so that's a plus.

I like the element symbols on the choices. It makes me easier to choose which kind of spell depending on the situation at hand. Especially when it comes to the environment. It's helpful.

So we can get impression points with Discount Dorian Pavus, eh? Well, He's probably lying when he said that he knew MC and Atlas's parents, but I also think it means impression points will have more impact than before. I hope this new villain has a complex characterization and is very effective at his actions. So far, he has a colorful personality, which is better than Raife Highmore, who is bland and forgettable.

Ride or Die Chapter 9:

Why does it sound like Mona traded one undesireable situation (jail time, which shouldn't be bad for her) for another (ending up with the Mercy Park Crew)? It doesn't help that she has no problems continuing her life of crime. And why destroy a functioning car even if it's old? I swear, she doesn't have much of a personality besides being a criminal who doesn't regret her actions, but then again, I pick her out of "pity" and not because of her personality.

Because I sided with Darius, he visited my MC as well as calling her in the previous chapter. As part of me roleplaying (or trying to) her as an informant dedicated to justice, I told him to just trust me, since the Brotherhood is implied to be the antagonists, and he better stay away from being collateral damage.

Colt and Kaneko, you idiots! I get that the Brotherhood is E.V.I.L., but recruiting Salazar despite how much of a snake he is? Hooray for MPC logic! Another reason to throw them under the bus, though it's part of my plan all along anyway.

Open Heart Chapter 5:

I enjoy the friend group of this series, but I also worry that this competition for the diagnostics team position will jeopardize their friendship. As for Aurora, I told the group that she's not as bad as people say. Despite her aloof personality, disregard of small talk, and an unacceptable remark, there's more to her than meets the eye. She resents being associated with her aunt, is actually good with patients like Annie, and makes no attempt to ruin oter people's performances. It's extremely naïve to assume she shouldn't be a complex character, given her understandable annoyance of being seen as Harper's niece and hidden depths with Annie.

Hello, familiar faces. I kinda laughed at Senator Lucius, Kyle Garza, and Percy Mendoza's faces at the baseball match. Pity I didn't buy the premium outfit, but thr baseball manager's so darn relatable on his lack of familiarity with medical terms.

So, Rafael is a love interest? Not surprised because of his popularity among the fanbase. Didn't pick the premium option to fly with him, so I watched on YouTube, and it was okay. I get to know a bit about him and that he looks up to his uncle, which is nice. Not to mention that the sunset view is beautiful.

More thoughts on Across the Void's return:

As I've said earlier, I'm not excited for it to return. I'm wary of Pax and Eos for being nuisances, the love interests lacking sufficient development for me to care for them, and the Vanguard vs Jura conflict lacking enough focus to the point that I don't know enough of them to care. Maybe Pixelberry will fix this issue by focusing more on the gray vs gray conflict they've set up. After all, this story is supposed to be an adventure that allows us to experience various areas of the conflict.

#choices stories you play #choices high school story: class act #choices hssca #choices desire & decorum #choices d&d #choices the heist: monaco #choices th:m #choices america's most eligible #choices ame #choices open heart #choices oh #choices the elementalists #choices te #choices ride-or-die #choices rod #choices across the void #choices atv #chapter reviews

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Out of Sight, Out of Mind - Chapter 10

Keith piloted the Black Lion into the top atmosphere again. They were scheduled to go to Pidge’s house next, so Keith flew until he saw North America. He flew closer to Lake Erie until Matt pointed to a landmark he recognized. Keith put Black’s cloaking shield on. They flew around Detroit until they reached a small neighborhood. Pidge pointed to an old yellow, three-story, house. Half of it was covered in ivy.

“Where can we land Pidge.” “Uhhh… Any ideas Matt?” “I mean there is a cemetery.” He offered. “It’ll have to do.”

Keith piloted Black over a few blocks until they could see a huge cemetery. He landed near the back, where the cemetery met a forest. The paladins, Alteans, and Galran got out and walked around the cemetery. Pidge and Matt hadn’t been here since before they left for the Garrison, and they could see that there had been many new graves added. Once they reached the edge of the graveyard, they were met with a waist-high iron fence. Shiro and Matt hoped over it and helped lift everyone else over. They walked down a couple blocks until they got to their street.

As soon as the old house could be seen, Pidge took off running. Matt followed her closely, as the rest of them jogged behind. Pidge ran up the steps and stopped at the entrance. They swung the storm door open and rasped their knuckles on the wooden door. It took a couple of moments, but before they knew it, Pidge was laying on the ground with Bae Bae on top. He was licking Pidge’s face and neck and wagging his tail almost violently. They looked up at who opened the door. It was Sam, their dad. They hadn't seen them for a little under a year, but for Samual, it had been three. He quickly bear-hugged his children and nudged them inside. Once Sam motioned everyone into the living room, he shut the door.

“Mom!” Pidged yelled up the stairs. Their voice was quaking slightly, “We’re back.” They could hear stomping on the second level and then someone running down the steps. Colleen appeared at the base of the stairs and ran over to her children. She scooped Pidge into her arms as Pidge wrapped their legs around their mother. They sunk to the floor, as Pidge was now slightly bigger. Matt got down to the same level and wrapped the two in his arms. They stayed like that for a couple minutes, enjoying each others company.

“Where have you been,” their mother asked. “Your father told me you were alive and out there, but where?” She was crying now. “Mom, we tried. We really did. We missed you every single day. Every day,” Matt whispered.

At this point, even Lance and Hunk were shedding a few tears from the interaction. The three huddled there for a couple minutes whispering to each other before Sam pulled them to their feet. He guided them into the living room and sat them down on the leather sofa. As the three collected themselves, Sam went to go get everyone drinks. He came back with a tray full of water glasses and passed them out to everybody. They all siped their water until everyone had calmed enough to speak.

“We’ve been in space, mom. I know you already know that but that's it. We’ve been everywhere and even nowhere, at the same time.” Pidge said. “I’m so glad you back, Katie. And I hoped you’ve been taking care of your brother.” She said jokingly, but with a twinge of sadness. “Haha, of course, mom.” They laughed.

She took her children in one more hug before she took a look around the group. Seeing her children’s best friends was one thing, but when she noticed the four aliens, she was stunned. They were beautiful. They were almost radiating with a power-like aura. Some of them were even physically glowing. She had to force her gaze away as to not make them uncomfortable.

“I'm Lance,” the blue paladin introduced himself. “Haha, I remember you. You were so short when I last saw you.” “Ha, Yeah. I guess I grew up” He laughed with a tinge of sadness. The rest of the paladins then introduced themselves. “Hey, I'm Hunk. I’m not sure if you remember me.” She nodded in response. “Hey, I'm Shiro. I’m sure you remember me. I went with Matt and Samuel on the Kerberos mission.” She smiled at him with gratitude. “I'm Keith. I’m also Shiro’s brother.” “Hi, I'm Krolia. Keith’s mom.” She said, awkwardly putting a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Hello, I’m Allura.” She said and shook Colleen's hand. “I’m Coran, Allura’s trusted advisor.” He said proudly, patting Allura on the shoulder. “Hello, I’m Romelle.” The girl said, shyly.

“It’s nice to meet all of you. As you all know, I'm Katie and Matt’s mother. I’m so grateful for all of you. You brought my children and my husband back safely. I’m eternally in debt to you.” “Oh, no. Please. It was our great pleasure to be able to find your husband and son,” Allura assured her, “and without the help of Pidge, we would probably all be dead by now. They’ve saved us more times than I can count.” Allura laughed. “They’ve honestly become the little sibling I never had.” “I’m so glad to hear that my Katie has been a valuable asset to your team. I’ve been so worried, but I know Katie’s smart and is always fighting for what’s right.”

They sat in the living room for a couple hours, retelling stories of their time in space, as well as their journey to get back to Earth. For Matt and Pidge, it was like old times. They sat on the beat-up couch snuggled up to each other. They had a giant handmade blanket draped across both of them and they were now sipping on tea, instead of water. Some siblings fought or grew apart as they aged, but the Holt siblings were one of the few exceptions. In fact, it seemed that they had grown even closer in the past couple of years, despite being apart and fighting an intergalactic space war.

After a couple of hours, it became apparent that they hadn't eaten since breakfast, which had been more than 12 hours ago. They needed quick food, so Sam ordered a couple pizzas and half an hour later, they were delivered. The Alteans had tried Shiro's parents' food and had tried a couple of Earth snacks at the space mall, but they were most excited to try the food that the paladins all raved about. Back when the paladins were first introduced to Voltron and had already lived on the castle for a couple weeks, they all sat in the common room to talk about Earth. They had become homesick, so they took their minds off of the raging war around them to talk about the good things in life. Like family. And friends. Especially food. Food had all been a very prominent thing for all of the paladins. The one food they all had on their “Top-missed-foods from Earth” list, was pizza.

Hunk missed his parents´ cooking, their family bakery, and he missed hanging out with his cousins. Especially when they baked together. Pidge missed their mother's lasagna and their father's Detroit-style pizza. Lance missed his grandmother's cooking. He only got to have it every once in a while because she still lived in Cuba, but it was always full of flavor and of course love. Shiro had missed his mother's soups and seafood dishes. Keith, although he had only lived with his father for a short period of time as a child, had a few vivid memories from when his dad cooked. His father would make him foods that combined his Korean heritage with their southern cuisine. He would make Korean tacos or even chile, except the spices were different, as to give it stronger heat. He also remembered making french toast with him on early Sunday mornings, before the sun had even risen, and then how they would take their car out to the edge of a plateau to watch the sunrise. He continued to make the french toast even when he moved in with Shiro and Adam.

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#klance #shadam #voltron #vld #vld spoilers #nari rose is writing

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Bronson House Museum

Columbia Historical Society

13648 W. River Rd.

Columbia Station, OH 44028

Columbia Township, Lorain County, OH, has been continuously inhabited since 1807, the longest settlement in the Western Reserve west of the Cuyahoga River. It has other firsts in the Western Reserve west of the Cuyahoga: the first classroom (Bronson cabin, summer of 1808), first teacher (Sally Bronson, 1808), first white child born (Sally Hoadley), first gristmill (summer of 1809), first cemetery (1811), first doctor (Zephaniah Potter, 1809), and first organized church society (Episcopalian, 1809). The Bronson House Museum (built c. 1850, 13648 W. River Road) is the last home of Sally Bronson. Other Columbia Township buildings in the National Register of Historic Places include the Columbia Town Hall and the Columbia Baptist Church.

The Bronson House is a Greek Revival House built in 1845 by Herman Bronson. The house is one of 70 buildings in the Peninsula Village Historic District. Bronson is responsible for creating the initial plotting of the village on Peninsula in 1837. The town is named after the fact that the Cuyahoga River makes a sharp twist. Thus the town appears to be at the tip of a peninsula. The town was the site of a series of locks along the Erie Canal. Bronson is also responsible for the construction of the Bronson Methodist Church. The church, now owned by the Peninsula Foundation, stands across the street from the Bronson House.

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REVIEW

Every Kind of Wicked by Lisa Black

Gardiner and Renner #6

An alliance forged in death

Each holds a secret about the other

They work together

They watch one another

What relationship is this and

What could it become?

Intriguing premise, wonderful characters, great police/murder mysteries to solve that hook me in a bit more with each book in the series. I love Maggie and Jack and though their relationship has not been romantic it always has seemed to have the potential for more IF they can overcome a major issue that in fact is the one that brought them together. I don’t know if there will be more books in this series as in some ways this wouldn’t be a bad way for the series to end BUT I would hate to say goodbye to these two characters if the author has more to share about them as they solve more cases together.

What I liked:

* Jack: Hm…hmm…hmmmmm…this is a man with his own moral compass and a mandate to fulfill. He is intelligent, cunning, ruthless and yet seems to have a warm center while knowing what he believes is right and what is wrong.

* Maggie: a brilliant woman skilled in her forensic field. She is divorced, has always known right from wrong, and then…she began to question. I find her quirky and intriguing with potentially hidden depths.

* The relationship between Jack and his work partner, Riley.

* The way the relationship between Jack and Maggie as it has developed over the series

* Shanaya – I kind of like her but really wonder about HER moral compass and why she got into the way of life she did

* The police procedural aspects of the story.

* The overlapping threads of the story and how they all were woven together

* That the case was solved

* The last little bit that I won’t get away but REALLY liked it :)

What I did not like:

* The bad guy who created the scam/con

* Knowing that the type of crime in this story exists and harms so many

* Not knowing when I finished the book whether it is the last in the series or if there will be more in the future.

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

Would I read another book by this author? Without a doubt

Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

In this mesmerizing new novel from bestselling author Lisa Black, the discovery of a young man's corpse leads forensics expert Maggie Gardiner and Cleveland detective Jack Renner into a dark and dangerous web of lies . . . Life and death have brought Maggie Gardiner full circle, back to the Erie Street Cemetery where she first entered Jack Renner's orbit. Eight months ago, she learned what Jack would do in the name of justice. More unsettling still, she discovered how far she would go to cover his tracks. Now a young man sprawls atop a snowy grave, his heart shredded by a single wound. A key card in the victim's wallet leads to the local university's student housing--and to a grieving girlfriend with an unsettling agenda. Maggie's struggle to appease her conscience is complicated by her ex-husband, Rick, who's convinced that Jack is connected to a series of vigilante killings. Also a homicide detective, Rick investigates what seems like a routine overdose on Cleveland's West Side; but here, too, the appearance belies a deeper truth. Rick's case and Jack's merge onto the trail of a shadowy, pill-pushing physician who is everywhere and nowhere at once, while Maggie and Jack uncover a massive financial shakedown hiding in plain sight. And when Rick's bloody fingerprint is found at another murder scene, Maggie's world comes undone in a violent, irreversible torrent of events . . .

#Lisa Black #Gardiner and Renner 6 #NetGalley #Kensington - Zebra #Romantic Suspense #Thriller #Police Procedural #Murder Mystery #Crime

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