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    airline tickets
  • An airline ticket is a document, created by an airline or a travel agency, to confirm that an individual has purchased a seat on a flight on an aircraft. This document is then used to obtain a boarding pass, at the airport.
    deal
  • a particular instance of buying or selling; "it was a package deal"; "I had no further trade with him"; "he's a master of the business deal"
  • bargain: an agreement between parties (usually arrived at after discussion) fixing obligations of each; "he made a bargain with the devil"; "he rose to prominence through a series of shady deals"
  • Distribute (cards) in an orderly rotation to the players for a game or round
  • Include a new player in a card game by giving them cards
  • cover: act on verbally or in some form of artistic expression; "This book deals with incest"; "The course covered all of Western Civilization"; "The new book treats the history of China"
  • Distribute or mete out (something) to a person or group
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Kensington 62903 Contour Overnight Roller Suitcase and Notebook Carrying Case
Kensington 62903 Contour Overnight Roller Suitcase and Notebook Carrying Case
The Kensington 62903 Contour Overnight Notebook Roller gives you one case with comfort, flexibility, and adaptability for your overnight travel. The Kensington 62903 has a built-in, five-stage telescoping handle that adjusts to match the height that is most convenient for you. When carrying is required, this case has a panel and weight distribution system that reduces shoulder fatigue, and balances the weight closer to your body when you are lifting the bag. The bag is constructed with 1680 Denier Ballistic nylon that provides protection against abrasions, punctures, and tears, while the DropShield padding and SnugFit sleeve provide the ultimate in drop protection. The Kensington 62903 features easy-access pockets that keep your tickets, phone, PDA, and keys at your fingertips. This unit also features a flexible overnight compartment adapts to maximize usable space for clothing, a zippered exterior compartment that holds multiple files and can be expanded into the interior compartment for more room, and a zippered interior compartment that holds extra clothes and your toiletries in a water-resistant pocket. This carrying case fits most notebooks that are 17-inches or smaller, and is backed by a manufacturer's limited lifetime warranty. The bag has exterior dimensions that are 14.5 x 9.5 x 19.5 inches (WxDxH), and notebook compartment dimensions of 11.5 x 1.5 x 16 inches (WxDxH).

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Norwich Hospital letter
Norwich Hospital letter
This was a history of an inconvenient family truth, translated with a history of convenient family denial. This story began over 30 years ago, originating from Niantic, Connecticut. This was a twisted soap opera that spanned many decades, and is now revisited with a later, perhaps more analytically correct understanding of this history. My sister (Claudia Haneberg) and her husband (Olav Robert Haneberg), kidnapped me from a set up Boston " Lunch Date", back in the 1970's, and forced me into the back of their car, and drove me to Norwich State (Psychiatric) Hospital, in CT. I was coerced by these two conscripted vigilantes into this institution against my will, where I was drugged, against my objections, with psychotropic medications, and incarcerated.The reason given for admission to this institution by my family was an alleged inexplicable psychotic episode. The real reasons for this episode were something quite different. I was not admitted into this state hospital for being a homosexual, I was admitted for a fight I had with my family that went too far on both sides. It was no coincidence that all of this discord reached a tipping point right as I left adolescence and approached adulthood. It was their prolonged mental abuse that led up to this point, that was omitted in their understanding and explanation to the world for their intervention. More than kin and less than kind, as Shakespeare, and I would say. When I got to the age of 20 or so, I revealed to my family ceremoniously that I was a homosexual. This was a truth that they had already covertly known, understood, and tried to correct with the imposition of psychiatry since I was a small child, years before I was to become self aware of my own sexual orientation.This developmental process of self discovery is generally called "coming - out " in our culture, it is a rite of passage, a coming of age process within a long existing yet suppressed, sociological subculture. Coming out to your family and the world is a very risky and traumatic milestone in a gay person's life, for your information, especially in this circumstance. This started a long period of heated arguments, mostly over a desperate attempt by my parents to protect my father's business reputation, and his lucrative military (submarine) contracts with the Navy, and General Dynamics/ Electric Boat. The dispute escalated until it reached a crescendo, a crossroad, where my family was in a position to chose their reputation and property, or their son. The primal bond between a parent and a child is a very strong one, that can't just be casually discarded for self interest in my view of morality. For the ignorant and fearful parent, the primal bond can be corrupted with the aid of persistent denial, and a twisted rationalization for self preservation and survival. Unfortunately for me, they chose their personal self interests, and their reputation and property over their son. It is disturbing to comprehend as a child, that there are circumstances where a parent will put their selfish self interest ahead of their child, even if it is to their own child's detriment. This realization is not a pleasant, endearing, nor empowering insight to wrap yourself around with in a warm and fuzzy familial context. My father had told me as a young teenager, that if I chose to be a homosexual that I would never find a job. He owned a family business, and I was his only son. My grandfather passed his business to his son, but this father was not going to pass that same business to this son. In the late 1960's he bought me a three piece suit, and gave me a little money to stay at the YMCA in the city of my choice, to look for a job from the classified ads. The suit was not enough to get a job other than dishwasher or busboy, no matter what city YMCA I chose. My father was right when he told me that no one was going to give me a chance. I sometimes stole and pawned some of their stuff in order to survive in this odd placement away from Niantic, CT. I certainly knew it was wrong to steal from my own family, and I hated myself and them for finding myself in this predicament. I was imposed with rage and anger, and I was at a loss to find a way to deal with it. I acted out irrationally to get their attention in this emotionally charged battle. I left the city YMCA and went into their home when they were at work, and put some of their furniture out on the neighbor's lawn, desperate to make a point to them over their misguided values and materialism. The point I was trying to make was that I should have been more important as their son, than their stuff, ego, or reputation. My survival was important, at least it was to me in this odd situation. The struggle here, and the choices that were being disputed really were not about stuff or materialism, something more fundamental was at issue here but not identified. The irrational acting out was a message loud and clear, but they were not going to ackno
Norwich Hospital letter
Norwich  Hospital letter
This was a history of an inconvenient family truth, translated with a history of convenient family denial. This story began over 30 years ago, originating from Niantic, Connecticut. This was a twisted soap opera that spanned many decades, and is now revisited with a later, perhaps more analytically correct understanding of this history. My sister (Claudia Haneberg) and her husband (Olav Robert Haneberg), kidnapped me from a set up Boston " Lunch Date", back in the 1970's, and forced me into the back of their car, and drove me to Norwich State (Psychiatric) Hospital, in CT. I was coerced by these two conscripted vigilantes into this institution against my will, where I was drugged, against my objections, with psychotropic medications, and incarcerated.The reason given for admission to this institution by my family was an alleged inexplicable psychotic episode. The real reasons for this episode were something quite different. I was not admitted into this state hospital for being a homosexual, I was admitted for a fight I had with my family that went too far on both sides. It was no coincidence that all of this discord reached a tipping point right as I left adolescence and approached adulthood. It was their prolonged mental abuse that led up to this point, that was omitted in their understanding and explanation to the world for their intervention. More than kin and less than kind, as Shakespeare, and I would say. When I got to the age of 20 or so, I revealed to my family ceremoniously that I was a homosexual. This was a truth that they had already covertly known, understood, and tried to correct with the imposition of psychiatry since I was a small child, years before I was to become self aware of my own sexual orientation.This developmental process of self discovery is generally called "coming - out " in our culture, it is a rite of passage, a coming of age process within a long existing yet suppressed, sociological subculture. Coming out to your family and the world is a very risky and traumatic milestone in a gay person's life, for your information, especially in this circumstance. This started a long period of heated arguments, mostly over a desperate attempt by my parents to protect my father's business reputation, and his lucrative military (submarine) contracts with the Navy, and General Dynamics/ Electric Boat. The dispute escalated until it reached a crescendo, a crossroad, where my family was in a position to chose their reputation and property, or their son. The primal bond between a parent and a child is a very strong one, that can't just be casually discarded for self interest in my view of morality. For the ignorant and fearful parent, the primal bond can be corrupted with the aid of persistent denial, and a twisted rationalization for self preservation and survival. Unfortunately for me, they chose their personal self interests, and their reputation and property over their son. It is disturbing to comprehend as a child, that there are circumstances where a parent will put their selfish self interest ahead of their child, even if it is to their own child's detriment. This realization is not a pleasant, endearing, nor empowering insight to wrap yourself around with in a warm and fuzzy familial context. My father had told me as a young teenager, that if I chose to be a homosexual that I would never find a job. He owned a family business, and I was his only son. My grandfather passed his business to his son, but this father was not going to pass that same business to this son. In the late 1960's he bought me a three piece suit, and gave me a little money to stay at the YMCA in the city of my choice, to look for a job from the classified ads. The suit was not enough to get a job other than dishwasher or busboy, no matter what city YMCA I chose. My father was right when he told me that no one was going to give me a chance. I sometimes stole and pawned some of their stuff in order to survive in this odd placement away from Niantic, CT. I certainly knew it was wrong to steal from my own family, and I hated myself and them for finding myself in this predicament. I was imposed with rage and anger, and I was at a loss to find a way to deal with it. I acted out irrationally to get their attention in this emotionally charged battle. I left the city YMCA and went into their home when they were at work, and put some of their furniture out on the neighbor's lawn, desperate to make a point to them over their misguided values and materialism. The point I was trying to make was that I should have been more important as their son, than their stuff, ego, or reputation. My survival was important, at least it was to me in this odd situation. The struggle here, and the choices that were being disputed really were not about stuff or materialism, something more fundamental was at issue here but not identified. The irrational acting out was a message loud and clear, but they were not going to

deal on airline tickets
deal on airline tickets
Airline Tickets
Airline Tickets

Almost everyone will need to buy airline tickets at some
point in their lives. Whether for a family members wedding
or to take a dream vacation, unless you want to take a bus,
airline tickets will be the best option.

There are many different ways to acquire airline tickets
these days but they can be very simple or a giant pain in
the butt. The choice is yours.

The simplest ways to get airline tickets are either online
or at a travel agency. Online websites are all over the
Internet and can not only get you your tickets but most
will find you the very best deals available.

It all depends on the area you live in, where you are
going, and when. If you live in a large city and want to
visit another large city, your odds of getting a good deal
are very high.

If you live in North Dakota and want to fly to Montana, you
are going to pay a lot no matter how you do it. The size of
the airports makes a big difference when looking for cheap
airline tickets.

If you have a travel agent or two in your town, you can
consult them and see what they recommend. Often, a delay in
departure by a day or two can save hundreds of dollars.

A travel agent knows the best days to travel so make good
use of them.

The hard way of getting an airline ticket is actually
pretty simple too. Drive to your nearest airport. pay for
parking, navigate through the lobby until you find the
airline you are looking for, wait in line, and try to find
a flight that isn’t full on the day you want to leave. This
is not recommended unless you live near a small airport.

Airline Tickets

Almost everyone will need to buy airline tickets at some
point in their lives. Whether for a family members wedding
or to take a dream vacation, unless you want to take a bus,
airline tickets will be the best option.

There are many different ways to acquire airline tickets
these days but they can be very simple or a giant pain in
the butt. The choice is yours.

The simplest ways to get airline tickets are either online
or at a travel agency. Online websites are all over the
Internet and can not only get you your tickets but most
will find you the very best deals available.

It all depends on the area you live in, where you are
going, and when. If you live in a large city and want to
visit another large city, your odds of getting a good deal
are very high.

If you live in North Dakota and want to fly to Montana, you
are going to pay a lot no matter how you do it. The size of
the airports makes a big difference when looking for cheap
airline tickets.

If you have a travel agent or two in your town, you can
consult them and see what they recommend. Often, a delay in
departure by a day or two can save hundreds of dollars.

A travel agent knows the best days to travel so make good
use of them.

The hard way of getting an airline ticket is actually
pretty simple too. Drive to your nearest airport. pay for
parking, navigate through the lobby until you find the
airline you are looking for, wait in line, and try to find
a flight that isn’t full on the day you want to leave. This
is not recommended unless you live near a small airport.

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