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    window cleaning
  • (window cleaner) someone who cleans windows for pay
  • Interior and exterior window and glass cleaning services.
    tips
  • (tip) cause to tilt; "tip the screen upward"
  • Give (someone) a sum of money as a way of rewarding them for their services
  • Predict as likely to win or achieve something
  • (tip) gratuity: a relatively small amount of money given for services rendered (as by a waiter)
  • (tip) the extreme end of something; especially something pointed
    car
  • the compartment that is suspended from an airship and that carries personnel and the cargo and the power plant
  • A railroad car of a specified kind
  • a wheeled vehicle adapted to the rails of railroad; "three cars had jumped the rails"
  • A vehicle that runs on rails, esp. a railroad car
  • A road vehicle, typically with four wheels, powered by an internal combustion engine and able to carry a small number of people
  • a motor vehicle with four wheels; usually propelled by an internal combustion engine; "he needs a car to get to work"
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Endgame (1)
Endgame (1)
Excerpt from Jack Harrison’s diary, 23rd June 2084 She was in a strange mood that night. Scarlett was being quiet, giving me the silent treatment, so I decided to go for a walk. There she was, our leader, just leaning on the balcony looking over at the city. We could still hear the chants going on into the distance, chanting her name, in the places where they hadn’t quelled the riots yet. I don’t know if she saw me or not, out of the corner of her eye, she just turned from the balcony and walked away. I spent the night cleaning rifles in the stores. If this meeting with the Governent, this big televised sit down circus went wrong, I figured we would need plenty. From the pen of Scarlett Hannigan, July 2129 And that’s the end. Well, it’s the end of other people’s stories. When CBT publishing contacted me about a book about the original Freedom and Justice, my initial response was “haven’t their been several other books published on the subject?”, several from “our” perspective, and numerous others from revisionist perspectives, which, while I don’t necessarily agree with the subject matter, they add to the pile of books written about the time, and what possible interest could there be in a narrative from me, a geriatric travel writer and novelist, who had the fortune (or maybe misfortune) of being there at the time. “You can give us a personal perspective, Ms Hannigan”, they said, “you were part of it.” Admittedly they had me there. Even the novelised version of that time period written from Kayley’s perspective had glaring inaccuracies, which is why I didn’t give them the go ahead to include my name in it. So, with a little more cajoling, I was persuaded to write another book on the subject. As you will no doubt be aware by now if you’ve read the whole thing, it’s not necessarily a historical book, nor is it a political one. Sections are missed out, events I didn’t personally witness, or which I didn’t consider important enough. So it’s not a historical timeline. “Inferno”, as I’m calling it, is far more than that. It’s a celebration of life, of human triumph and sacrifice in the face of adversity and suffering. If some of the suffering and pain seem excessive, that’s because it all actually happened to us. I won’t lie to you, it was hard. But no matter what the pain or the suffering, we continued on, banded together as brothers and sisters, to laugh at our pain or at our sorry excuses for lives. Each of us would have willingly given our lives for Kayley, she in turn would have willingly sacrificed herself for any one of us. That is why they could not defeat us, they could never take us down, and we knew that they would never win. Kayley knew this, that is what she taught me. All my dear friends get to tell their stories in “Inferno”, whether it’s through their diaries or to me personally. That’s the real reason I decided to acquiesce to CBT publishing and write this down. And so we come to the final chapter. 24th June 2084. At the time of writing, I have been lucky enough to reach the respectable age of 87, and I can honestly say that I can remember the events of that date with crystal clarity, and I shall always do so. That was the day it ended. The day we won. The day we stopped being friends who laughed and cried together, and became memories to be replayed on The History Channel and in dusty books in schools. After that date, we would no longer live, eat, love and laugh together, we would be far flung across the world. Whatever happened, our lives would never be the same again. And so to the end. We were quiet in the car that took us to Eleanor Avenue. We could all sense the expectation that came from this meeting, we could see the TV cameras that lined the route of our car. I was up front with Tianna Maxon, the Alliance Military woman who had agreed to help us, Harrison and Dixon were in the back. Kayley had been silent from the moment she emerged from the darkness of our safe zone up until now. Harrison did not say a word. I knew he had been seeking her out the night previous, I also knew he hadn’t found her, but I knew now our relationship was over. I had fondly imagined in my naivety that I could make him forget Kayley, convince him that the fire that burned in her eyes for the cause would never burn for him. But I gave it up. He loved every inch of her. I was just an experiment to him, to see if he could stop loving her, a distraction. But I didn’t hate her, how could I. Every inch of me loved her too. After all, she had risked her life for me, confronted her fears of recapture. For the past years since I had been rescued and become a member of the Freedom and Justice, Kayley had become my best friend, my confidante. Occasionally we had laughed together, we had shared an intimate moment between ourselves when we had compared the many scars and old wounds we had. How could we ever hate each other. I wanted to be around her forever, my special sis
The Baltimore Dragon, hiding behind a pot not an inch from a 4 story fall
The Baltimore Dragon, hiding behind a pot not an inch from a 4 story fall
Much to my delight and sheer luck, I happened to be staring right at her. I had paused to take a break while I was working on the computer, my time free for the night to do what i chose. Unfocused and blankly staring i saw her odd knob of a head and something click in my brain. Bizarre is a word that isn't quite all encompassing for the situation. I live in Baltimore, Balt-O-more... Balmer... and if you've been here and walked the streets, you will know that it is not exactly lush. We have carpets of concrete and trash that rolls down the sidewalks like so many tumbleweeds. Cars, exhaust, construction dust, sirens, drought stricken trees, and a harbor that rumors to leave anyone daring enough to take a dip in it's murky waters, hospital bound. So, when you are staring out the window of your four storied apartment... staring blankly with only half a thought behind your eyes, the last thing you would expect to see is the head of a baby 1" long lizard staring right back at you. Your reaction is not, "oh, huh, a lizard." Your reaction is, "What the @#^%* is that?!?" or maybe, "Holy @$^%& , Jebus, Mary, and Joseph!"... I digress. Sequentially, the next question (and this is of coarse after you've stood up for a better look only to see a hop, scurry, scurry, skip, flip... Pause) is to ask, "how the hell did it get here?" Well the short answer (or as short as i can fathom to make it) is that this little booger is a survivor. SURVIVOR! There are no lizards native to Baltimore, none what-so-ever although there are a few out and around the state of Maryland. Even if there were, what kind of Lizard is going to climb four stories up an apartment building to reside in my Plant. A tiny little scaler like that? Doubtfully. No the answer, as unlikely and impossible as it may seem is that this little gal caught a one way ticket from florida, with the tree. You see, this is a female Brown Anole (females have white stripes on their backs, males black) a species of tree climbing predators native, not to florida, but the Bahamas. The fact that they are so wide spread over the southern tip of florida now is probably due to such unlikely events as this one. As many of my friends know, I have recently taken a real interest in bonsai and the ability to cultivate and keep trees in such a wreck of a city as Baltimore often makes me smile. I love growing things and I grew up in a place with trees abound. Currently, I own a Giant Sequoia, a Coastal Redwood, a Pomegranate, a Japanese Maple, and... This Dwarf Jade (or Elephant Plant)... All of which have been shipped to me from various parts of the country. Now let's stop for a moment to consider what this baby Anole (I need a name) had to go through to get here. First the original cultivator, placed the bonsai in a box securing it with mounds of tape to the boxes bottom protecting the soil from spilling. His next step was to fill the box with packing peanuts to keep the foilage from being damaged. And I do mean filled. When it arrived here after two days of shipping, I had to pick packing peanuts out of the banches and from between the limbs. I did this in the living room and once i had finally cleaned the tree of debree I proceeded to take it back to my room 20 feet away to place it in the window sill where it has resided for a good month now. All of this time, this little girl has clung like a gargoyal to a facade... And all of this time i never noticed her... until just yesterday. I water this tree everyday, and though I haven't trimmed it, I had spent a reasonable deal of time analizing it. In my mind, this is her tree, not mine. It is her home and she has clung to it through quite the journey... and survived. She reminds me of the tree spirits from the Miyazaki film "Princess Mononoke". You know the ones? They appeare when a forest is healthy... and in droves. And anyone who would see this little one scamper up and down the trees (i put the jade out with some of my others) can't deny her gollum like appearance. Suddenly, I am a child again, just like that. One evening I am staring blankly and then I am creeping up on a tree to watch silently, striving not to be an intruder in my own home. There is a sort of magic to this and I am a chid again and I am picking up a baby bird. I am picking up a baby bird fallen freshly from the nest, catching worms, mashing them up with peanut butter, and feeding them by hand. Live little girl, to run and float about my trees like some shadow of their brush. How I hope she lives. Update: Unfortunately she's disappeared, perhaps startled one day when i was watering the trees.

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