At the Barnum Museum in Bridgeport, which plans to market a Barnumesque Connecticut twofer of Barnum’s 200th birthday year and Mark Twain’s 175th next year, the executive director and curator, Kathleen Maher, said the best comparison was to Walt Disney. “Like Disney, he was interested in every kind of entertainment,” Escort she said. “In his day, he’d bring people from countries around the world to New York in their traditional clothing, like a human exhibition. Today we call that Epcot.” So from Michael Jackson’s career to the endless marketing of Woodstock to the weird, truth-challenged theatrics of summer politics (“Step right up and see the amazing panel of death! Watch, if you dare, as it unplugs Grandma!”), there’s a reason why the term “Barnumesque” survives more than a century after his death.

uyeuh911 In his day and beyond, Barnum was more admired than reviled, and even the critics often saw him as a rough-hewn transitional figure, reflecting the raffish sensibilities of his fledgling country. So, The Times of London, which often depicted him as an uncouth defiler of the cultural landscape, on his death in 1891 saw him as almost a classical figure and “a typical representative of the age of transparent puffing through which modern democracies are passing.” He made money on museums, theater and lectures, promoted acts like Jenny Lind and also served as mayor of Bridgeport and in the state legislature, after crusading as a fervent abolitionist. He wrote an autobiography that sold over a million copies, becoming perhaps the first American entrepreneur to extend his brand across numerous platforms. He realized that Americans were more interested in being entertained Escort than in being certain that every bit of what he presented was entirely accurate. And in the process, he proved that marketing and promotion — he got 30,000 people to greet the arrival of Lind, whom almost no one in America had ever heard sing — were as important as the product being sold. Barnum created the first reserved seats and the first matinees, transformed entertainment from rowdy male-oriented spectacles to ones that also attracted women and children, created the first public aquarium, the first celebrity marketing campaigns, the first venues with national audiences.

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Timely talk about some dirty jokes, and often escorted quietly from behind the road holding her little kiss. What I do for a escort is important. It’s important to me and it’s important to y’all. Katrina taught me that. For two weeks after we opened, the staff at Herbsaint was as tight as coworkers could be. It was our foxhole moment, minus the iminent threat of death but with just as many guns. We played poker after curfew at Snake and Jake’s with National Guard soldiers. They weren’t very good at poker. I was a waiter again for a few weeks and I loved it. The staff returned. The menu returned. I became the General Manager and the wine list was mine to rebuild. I have better stuff now than I had then, only now I know it is only Escort stuff. I will always be able to tell people that I got engaged in a trailer in my driveway. I lived off a generator. I learned how to be a Saints fan. I was a fan before but that season on the road taught me how painful being a fan can be. I watched a backhoe tear out my deck.

We rebuilt and made the house a single. Shannon got a huge closet and master bath and I got a walk-in wine cellar. And I got to fill it. The restaurant had a new vibe. We were at the forefront of the push to rebuild and it felt good. Cochon opened. I got married. Donald won a James Beard Award. We put in a screened-in porch at the house that put our old deck to shame. Things were better. qjfuxtrmh0101 I drink the good stuff now even if it might be too young. There is a section in the wine room for our son, Luke to enjoy when he’s my age. We opened the Butcher shop and Calcasieu. Waiters from back in the day are managers and cooks are Sous Chefs and Chefs now. We are moving forward. We’ve all learned a lot. For Katrina I evacuated with two bottles of wine, one of which was an Asti Spumante with a plastic cork my mom gave me for boarding up their house. I left for Gustav with twenty six cases. Like I said, we learned a lot. I’m raising a glass to how far we’ve come and how far we still have to go.

My Katrina story starts like most you’ll read this week on. I left, it flooded, I lost everything and then I started over. When I say I, I mean “we” and by “we” I mean my wife (who was my girlfriend at the time) and I. Shannon is as vital to my story as I am...and easier on the eyes. First, here is a little background on my life Pre K. I was a Manager at Herbsaint and heavily involved with the wine list but not in charge of it. Shannon and I had just finished the renovation on our side of our Mid-City shotgun double. I had spent the week Herbsaint was closed in July building a deck in our backyard which came out pretty nice. Things were good. We evacuated to Monroe. We stayed a few days. The wine shop left a lot to be desired. Escort When I knew the restaurant wasn’t going to be open any time soon, we left for Atlanta because Shannon had family there and I wanted to get a job before Emeril’s staff had taken all the good ones. I got a job at a restaurant. They served wine in Martini glasses (and the wine came out of kegs.) Atlanta required more driving than I was ok with. It had been two weeks. Chef Link called. The restaurant was spared. Did I want my job back? I would be paid until it was escort to come home. I quit the restaurant in Atlanta and Shannon and I made a reservation for dinner. We drank one of the few wines that came in a bottle and we insisted on stemware. We left Atlanta, listened to Confederacy of Dunces on CD and visited my sister and her family in Virginia. We headed home. Rita came. We stayed in Fairhope with Shannon’s brother. The wine shop there was better than in Monroe. Time came to reopen the restaurant.

Love is also cruel than the wilderness. Happy love how big the wound is as big, but since you think she escort you one, do not fear pain, otherwise good to go myself sy “Pine Bluff had some really good facility options on the list,” Shirey said. “The facility was not a major concern. We’re confident we can work that out in the next year.” Joy Blankenship, Dr. Blankenship’s mother-in-law and executive director of Pine Bluff Downtown Development Inc., said KIPP looked at a former Kroger store at 304 S. Chestnut St. as a possibility for the school and the old Greyhound station at 221 W. Fourth Ave. for a possible gymnasium. Both properties are owned by former Pine Bluff resident and real estate developer Elvin W. Moon. Shirey said Blytheville’s application included more than 60 personal letters of Escort support from parents, community leaders and business partners, along with $50,000 in start-up funding. Their coalition committed to raising at least the same amount in following years.

Key supporters there included KIPP advocate and state Senate Education Committee vice-chairman, Sen. Steve Bryles, D-Blytheville, several business and economic development entities and companies like Nucor Steel Arkansas, Aviation Repair Technology, First National Bank and Southern Bancorp. qjfuxtrmh0101 The Knowledge Is Power Program announced Wednesday that it has chosen Blytheville over Pine Bluff and West Memphis to locate a new charter school. Scott Shirey, director of the KIPP Delta Preparatory School in Helena, said Pine Bluff remains a “strong contender for a school opening in 2011” even though it was not chosen for KIPP’s second school in Arkansas. “We were enthused by the reception we received in Pine Bluff and we feel positive about being able to bring the program to them in 2011,” he said. “We’re going to continue to work with the community this year to strengthen the application.”

Blytheville was chosen after a competitive process in which applicants had to demonstrate community support, parental demand, financial commitments and suitable facilities. The Department of Education still must approve KIPP’s charter application for the school. The Blytheville public charter school will start with a class of fifth-graders in 2010 and add a grade each year, eventually serving about 320 students in grades five through eight. It will be led by Maisie Wright. Wright and Shirey attended a meeting last week organized by a local coalition hoping to bring the school to Pine Bluff. Similar meetings were held in Blytheville and West Memphis. ‘This is not over’

Pine Bluff native Dr. Ginny Blankenship, research and fiscal policy director for Arkansas Advocates for Children and Families in Little Rock, started the coalition. She and other KIPP advocates for Pine Bluff were disappointed Wednesday but remained optimistic. “This is not over,” Blankenship said. “We still have a chance to make something great happen in the next couple years.” She also posted the news on her Web site, ginnyblankenship, and congratulated Blytheville for its successful campaign. Blankenship said the coalition for Pine Bluff consisted of more than 150 people of various backgrounds including local business leaders, city officials such as Mayor Carl A. Redus Jr. and educators. It was formed “just six short weeks ago” when KIPP issued a request for proposals. “Our coalition still intends to do whatever it takes to make Pine Bluff KIPP’s Escort next expansion site in 2011 and that work begins today,” Blankenship said. Asked how Pine Bluff could improve on its application, which Shirey iterated was “strong,” he said organizers should continue to expand the coalition and work to secure funding. Pine Bluff Cable Television announced last week that it would donate $5,000 a year for five years to a local KIPP school. Facilities available

SUN cheated the taxpayers of the State of Calif for millions of dollars in fines the State would have fined for my mother’s death and the four other deaths SUN was responsible for that I witnessed during my limited time there, and according to Claude Vanderwold deputy attrny gener'l this facility was NOT considered in the fine of $2.5 Million in Sept 2005 against Sun for violating the injunction to date. The Dept of Justice turned a blind eye. The Dept of Health Escort didn’t fine the usual $100,000 for her or any other's death. Yet SUN’s own medical director, Dr L Scott Stoney, wrote an opinion SUN responsible for her death and he quit due to SUN’s lack of response. Yes, I can testify SUN Healthcare Group Inc, of New Mexico, produces profits at the cost of elder abuse and manslaughter. Does this sound like political corruption? Corporate corruption? This is not rocket science, Buzz would say. Deborah Calvert daughter of the late Evelyn Calvert, Newport Beach, California and former assistant to Buzz Aldrin

ypjzdqr0909 After caring for my mother Evelyn Calvert, 6 yrs at home after a large stroke I placed her in a Sun Healthcare nursing home -Sunbridge in Newport Beach, Calif. She died due to Sun's blatant disregard for human escort . When families complained SUN was breaking the law and violating their state injunction by understaffing with broken equipment, the corporate powers that be, fly in flocks of regional employees to meet you, then intimidate by posting visiting hours signs giving you 1 hour after a normal work week to visit your loved ones each week day. (This was not legal: So the Dept of Justice. Joe Fendrick called the Dept of Health, Jackie Lincer, who demanded they take the signs down within 24 hrs or risk a fine, this was illegal). Regional employees include a former girlfriend of the CEO, Julie Campbell who heads up their PAC (Political Action Committee) she was sent by the CEO to aplogize for SUN when their Administrator Gail Conser informed the CEO that their broken blood pressure monitor caused my mother to have a stroke when they neglected to give her medication. This was in the same town the CEO lives. SUN then caused my mother months of suffering (inability to swallow, renal failure, respiratory distress) Escort which along with MRSA caught at SUN eventually killed her. I have written documents from a board member acknowledging equipment was inoperable for months yet still not ready to respond to the critical situation, claiming "hystorically" it's not been a problem. Because they were under a state injunction from 2001 for having the same broken equipment in a Burlingame, Calif facility that killed patients, this was willful misconduct, cause for termination for good cause by it's board of director's (making me eligible for treble damages). But the powers that be prevented that triple compensation. After major surgery at UCLA to remove a pancreatic precancerous tumor that was simply a miracle I survived, my attorney rushed me into mediation while still recovering, lied to me about the law, coerced, intimidated and threatened me into signing an agreement for damages based solely on SUN’s fraud. He dropped damages for wrongful death, elder abuse, pain & suffering while I was distracted and ill. Months later when I regained my strength, I sued Daniel Leipold for malpractice, he died 2 weeks later, sadly. I won that case in 2008. SUN can’t bar me for telling my story because I refused to sign a confidentialty agreement after mediaiton -after being told by my attorney that SUN’s CEO was on the phone from his Irvine office with attorneys in the other room and that he would cause me bodily harm and ruin my reputation if I forced this case to trial.

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Have you ever noticed how some cows have learned the “limbo?” When electric fences are strung around cornstalks in the fall so cattle can feed on the stalks, observe. There are always one or two old gals that can get down on their knees and stretch their neck out beneath the wire nearly to their backs. They will stick their tongue out to grasp that elusive grass you would swear was beyond their reach. The same cow would not cross an electric wire you have let down for her to step over. She fears she will get a shock. But – she has no Escort fear of getting a shock by stretching under the fence. Go figure!

Back when we had Hereford bulls, we penned a couple up in a pen that consisted of only electric fencing. During the period they were enclosed in this pen, they would push one another against the wire at times. Of course, this taught them that the wire would shock. They developed such a respect for that wire that when it was taken down, we had a dickens of a time getting them to cross the line where the wire had been. ypjzdqr0909 Another bull we had was actually quite cooperative. We were checking fence one day and spotted the old bugger off on a hill in the neighbor's pasture. We went ahead finishing what we were doing, planning to go get him when finished. Much to our surprise, he meandered down the hill and came to stand beside us waiting for us to make a “let-down” to let him back into our pasture.

As you well know this is not common behavior for a straying animal. No – they are far more apt to let you get the fence down in the vicinity where you hope to get them back through only to have them trot a quarter mile farther down the fence. Last summer, a neighbor had a bull that, more or less, made his home in Escort our herd. It was not for lack of trying. Neighbor came after the bull umpteen times. The visiting bull was gathered and taken home to be moved elsewhere. His challenger went around mumbling as bulls do then one day he was gone. He had crossed over into his adversary's old domain. Did he miss him? In the old days when nearly every place had a few cows, at least one would be what was called “breachy.” This was simply a cow that crawled through fences. Various means were used to keep such a critter where she belonged. A type of collar might be placed around her neck with an extension, top and bottom, to catch on the wires preventing her escape. My folks never used one and I don't think they were very successful for anyone.

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