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Avanyt Gardener: Invasive plants can do damage in the wild

  • October 23, 2012
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Summary: Plant native or non-invasive plants to avoid invasive species from taking over wild wooded areas, natural prairies and wetlands. A recent hike at Quail Hollow State Park near Hartville served a few purposes but was mostly an escape from my own yard that is in need of leaf maintenance and overall seasonal clean-up. The somewhat protected park is slated to be the site of unconventional...

10/23/12 Commissioners, 9-1-1 board want to see $.28 cell phone charge stay

  • October 23, 2012
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Elimination of a $.28 fee on cell phone bills would effectively dry up 9-1-1 funding, local authorities say. The fee, which is charged monthly on cell phone bills, is up for renewal Jan. 1. The funds generated by the fee goes to the local 9-1-1 provider in the area from which it is collected. State lawmakers have made overtures that they considering letting the fee expire. According to Holmes...

Local eateries compete for best sandwich in holiday fundraiser

  • October 23, 2012
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Summary: Share-a-Christmas Holiday Hoopla Sandwich Wars is a fundraiser that benefits area families at Christmastime. Don’t miss the Nov. 17 event at Tuscora Park that includes local eateries in a friendly competition. A new fundraising effort is slated to take place at Tuscora Park’s Park Place Teen Center on Nov. 17 from noon to 3 p.m. Share-a-Christmas Holiday Hoopla Sandwich Wars is...

Celsius 233 writing contest entry: Celsius 233

  • October 24, 2012
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There was a chill in the air that autumn evening at the encampment on the hill, where the People of the Movement gathered, in attempt to escape the watchful eye of the Enforcers. It had been two decades since the “Concept” was imposed in the so-called civilized world of the people. In fact, Ardath had seen her spawn, Nadua, come of age under this harsh regime. An era of bereavement had been...

Celsius 233 writing contest entry: Celsius 233

  • October 24, 2012
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The metal pole was three meters high with circular grated metal platform ten decimeters in diameter. The fire-blackened grate encircled the pole a meter and a half from its base. The piles of burnt hair and bones made it look like this device had seen heavy use. And, from the three weeping figures standing on its grate and bound tightly to the pole, it looked like it was about to see more...

Celsius 233 writing contest entry: Celsius 233

  • October 24, 2012
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In a dark alley with only the light of the moon, two men with black derby hats and three piece wool suits that were of the highest fashion, were waiting nervously. Sharing sips of whiskey from a silver hip flask engraved with "A room without books is like a body without a soul". "Hey, Longfellow," rough swallow, said Rook. A twenty-four year old man that looks strikingly similar to a young Cary...

Celsius 233 writing contest entry: Celsius 233

  • October 24, 2012
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I should have seen this coming. A fearless woman would have tried to do something. I can remember the very moment I shuddered, my body chilled at an idea so asinine. A colleague and I were discussing pedagogy and passions in the realm of teaching. As educators excited about technology in our practice, we ravenously indulged in any opportunity to become more cutting-edge. “Get this. Next...

Celsius 233 writing contest entry: Kelvin, Ohio

  • October 24, 2012
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I saw the way things were going, a long time back. I did nothing. -Faber, Fahrenheit 451 I loved spending time with my great grand mother. She'd pick me up from preschool most days, since my mother worked full time. She drove, of course, even though pretty nice poverty lanes connected her big old house to the church. Preschool was a great time. We'd all sit and watch films about wildlife...

Celsius 233 writing contest entry: The Law

  • October 24, 2012
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Running Fox pulled hard on the reigns, and his horse skittered to a stop on the wet, uneven cobblestones. His green eyes glanced left and right through the sketchy rain, scanning up and down the unlit narrow side street. He thought he was in the right neighborhood, but with no street names posted, it was hard to be sure. He had to hurry. His informant had said the deal was going down tonight,...

Celsius 233 writing contest entry: Celsius 233

  • October 24, 2012
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“……and that’s the last family picture we ever had taken.” Father studied the photo intently, and turned to his son. “Do you know who these people are?” “Well, that’s you, and that’s Grandpa, but I don’t know who the others are. And how come everyone looks so different,” the boy asked. He was 15, and not into this family sharing time his father had planned...