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Contested: Greencastle-Antrim’s John Frick, left, tries to keep Ryan Borzager of Chambersburg from getting to the basket on Saturday night. The Trojans earned a 61-38 victory. GREENCASTLE -- When the Chambersburg boys basketball players ...

BOYS BASKETBALL: Trojans' big second half downs G-A - Public Opinion

SCOTTSDALE, Ariz. — There is no talk of reindeer on the rooftop. There are no cookies and milk left out by the fireplace. Santa doesn't come to the Cosby house. Texas receiver Quan Cosby loves Christmas. He's as religious as they come and knows he ...

UT's Cosby, after rough upbringing, tries to give back to those less ... - Austin American-Statesman

MARSHALL - After a 10 day holiday break, the SMSU women's basketball team out-shot and out-rebounded Cardinal Stritch (Wis.) to earn a 79-52 win at the R/A Facility Monday. With the nonconference victory, the Mustangs improve to 8-5 overall, while ...

Mustangs back on track with 2nd straight win - Marshall Independent

MARSHALL - The Marshall Tigers boys basketball team went a perfect 3-0 at the Fastbreak Club Holiday Tournament at SMSU. The Tigers came back from an 11-point deficit at the halfway mark to beat Ellsworth 59-55 and claim the tournament championship ...

Clean sweep - Marshall Independent

Why do criminals in jail need cable TV? They are being punished. The more comforts they get in jail, the less likely they are to stay out of jail. A sign that Wichita is dead: All of the "10 to watch in 2009" (Dec. 28 Eagle) work in government ...

OPINION LINE - Wichita Eagle

TEWKSBURY -- Starting on Monday free tickets will be available for a dance party that will be held at the library on Tuesday, Jan. 13 at 11 a.m. Children from 1 to 5 years old will learn the moves to songs by The Wiggles. The tickets can be picked up ...

Get your groove on at Tewksbury library - Lowell Sun

• Eddie Miles will present "A Salute to Elvis & Other Country Legends" three times this weekend at Derby Dinner Playhouse in Clarksville, Ind. Miles' show, which encompasses the Elvis Presley era and The King's transition to rock 'n' roll from ...

Our picks for this week's top events - Louisville Courier-Journal

Here are some creative resolutions for our favorite folks in the NBA to aspire towards in 2009. Chances are, though, these resolutions will be broken in a couple months time just as 99.9999% of all resolutions are . And yes, my New Year's resolution ...

Resolutions For a New Year in the NBA - Hoops World

WASHINGTON - Scientists are testing artificial retinas that they hope can restore partial sight to people who have lost their vision to the most common causes of blindness. Retinitis pigmentosa, which ruins peripheral vision, and macular degeneration ...

Restoring some sight to blind - Philadelphia Daily News

WASHINGTON -- Scientists are testing artificial retinas that they hope can restore partial sight to people who've lost their vision to the most common causes of blindness. Retinitis pigmentosa, which ruins peripheral vision, and macular degeneration ...

Resolved Question: How can I tell someone this gift is not age appropriate?

Ok I have a 7 month old son, and my mother in law got my son a basketball hoop (one that sticks on the door) and a 3T shirt for Christmas...I am happy that she got him a gift to open up on Christmas but I am not sure how to tell her that this gift is not age appropriate...any suggestions on how to tell her without hurting her feelings??? Serious answers only. Thanks everyone! :) 1_4u_2nv : Why does it matter?! It matters because my son is not 3 years old, he cant even play with the basketball hoop right now, nor can he wear the shirt...I just want her to know that maybe next time she could get something a little more age appropriate...im not trying to be mean or put her down... more

Voting Question: Weird Dreams of the Past!?

Okay, so a few months ago i had a weird dream where i was at this high school. I am 15 years old by the way and a sophmore. Well, i was in a school. the school was empty from what i saw. Thats when i went into the gym. I saw the basketball hoops and stuff. and the gym was huge! i then left out in another door that led into the same hallway and there were kids filled in the hallway. They were talking and stuff. I then turned the corner and walked with some kids. The school looked old. Not like it look aged or anything but old fashion. Thats when i saw her. I believe i saw my mom! she was dressed in 60's attire walking with another girl laughing. they looked to be like juniors or seniors. i called out for my mom but she didn't respond and they walked right past me. I wanted to follow them but for some reason i didn't i kept walking where i came to a big and wide stair case that kids were walking up and down. I walked up and i found a library the library was really big with alot of books with table and lights. i went through the isles of the book shelves until i was alone. i kept walking until i heard a girl crying. I jogged through a few isles until i saw a girl. She had a large white shirt on and blue jeans and she was curled up crying. She obviously didn't notice i was there. she became real red. It was really sad. when i began to walk away out side of the bookshelves i woke up. after that i told my family about the dream. i could remember perfectly. She told me that it was weird. I described the outfit that she was wearing in my dream and she told me that she might have had clothes like that. She didn't remember. Well this week we went to boston to visit my grandparents and stuff. It was our first time visiting them at their home. me and my brother finally got to see how my mom's childhood home looked! And yesterday we went to her high school as we walked around i had felt like the place was familiar. After we left one part of the building we went into the gym. It was the same gym that i saw in my dream. My mom said "this was our gym, but they've changed it a little." and then i said. "Yeah they've changed the floor and the walls, but the ceilings the same." Thats when everyone looked at me. I told them that this was the same gym from my dream. i persisted that we went out the same door that i did in my dream we went into the hallway, and it was the same! the light fixtures and the old pictures and we turned the corner and everything was the same. I pointed and told my mom that this was where i saw here with her friend. Thats when i just sprinted down the hallway, I saw the stairs and i got excited. I ran up them. and the library was the same. only the lights were diffrent on the tables. i tried to find the isle of the bookshelves where i saw the girl and i did. when i got to that spot o just broke down crying. I later looked at my mom's old year book and was able to point out the girl that she was walking with and the girl in the library. What is wrong with me. What happened? help??? more

Resolved Question: I WANT MY ANNOYING NEIGHBORS GONE NOW! HELP ME PLEASE?

I have these neighbors who moved in next door just a few months ago. But in those few months its has been hell. There are about 3 families living in there with about 10 kids. No exaggerating there. One of the men just got out of jail not to long ago and has strange people in and out of the house. I know they are doing drugs because I can smell it. They drink to no end and then throw their beer cans over my fence into my back yard! I have caution tape around my front yard because i am reseeding, they tear down the tape, they pulled over my sons basketball hoop so I had to put it away. I have called the police on them for noise at all hours of the night but as soon as the cop leaves they turn it back up LOUD! my other neighbors cant stand them either. This neighborhood is mainly working families or retired people. It has always been quiet, clean, and cop free until these people came in. But when we talk to the homeowner ( they are renters) all they say is to just keep calling the police. They are not interested in getting them out of the house. The kids are screaming and yelling until late outside, they throw grapefruit on other peoples property and dirty up the road with squished ones. This is terrible. What can I and my other bothered neighbors do to get rid of these people? more

Resolved Question: Please help! I have a destructive 3 year old that I'm strugling to control?

I have a 3 year old boy who recently has become destructive. It's an everyday occurrence, but in just the last 3 days, he has painted my kitchen floor and living room rug with black paint, cut my cell phone charger in several pieces, cut the net off his basketball hoop, destroyed a potted plant, spreading the debris over 20 feet, intentionally broke christmas ornaments, wrote on walls and doors with marker...etc. This seems to be getting worse every day. He's never alone for more than a few minutes when this happens, and I've done all I can to hide everything from him (paint, markers scissors, knives), but he will stack 2 or 3 chairs on top of each other to find them. Is this normal behavior that he'll grow out of, or do I need more help? He is otherwise a delightful child. He gets along with others in school and church, he doesn't hurt other people or try to hit me. He seems happy and well adjusted in every other facet of his life. more

Voting Question: This boy I like lives next door to me and I don't know if he likes me back.?

He totally ignores me and responds to my questions with very few words. He used to be totally obsessed with me but I don't know if he still likes me. Here is what he does. 1. He always is trying to show off to me and my friends 2. Is always out playing basketball at my hoop 3. Ignores me when I walk past him at school 4. Occasionally comes and asks me to play after school when his friends AREN'T around. He is younger than me is that wrong to like a younger boy? more

Voting Question: Do you like my short story.?

The day was September third. It was the second day of my freshman year. I walked through the front doors for the second time. I looked around to see if I knew anyone. There was a lot more people than yesterday. Mostly because yesterday it was just the freshman now its the whole entire school. It was overwhelming at fist with the overflowing of sophomores, juniors, and seniors. I kept walking until I seen a group of friends huddled around the staircase. "Hey." I called out with a huge grin on my face. I greeted with a bunch of hellos. We all talked until we heard the sound of the homeroom bell rang. We each departed going our separate ways. I started walking down the hall with Emily and Nick when I first seen him. This mystery guy with the gorgeous and flawless face. I turned back to Emily who was calling my name, I didn't even realize. When I turned and look back at his direction I got his eye, but then I noticed who he as with. A girl who seemed almost flawless. I turned away quick thinking they must be a couple. They looked perfect for each other. We walked right past each other and I didn't take another glance. I got in my homeroom and took my seat. Still taking on this whole new experience. I took another glance at my schedule. The bell rang once again and as if everyone in the class was programmed to respond they grabbed their belongings and headed out the door. Once in the hall you could see down the corridor and wondering just how they got through everybody. I looked around then heard a familiar voice. At first I couldn't make out what it was saying then i heard it once more. "Krissie!" I turned in a circle hearing my name. Even though I knew the voice I wasn't quite sure who was saying it. Then, out of nowhere, Jason was standing right in front of me. I jumped a little not expecting him to be right there. Jason has been my best friend since forever, I was so glad he came here instead of the vocational school he wanted to go to. We had our first class together. "Were never going to learn anything in this class," I said with a laugh. A giant smile grew across his face. "You got that right, it's going to be a blast." We both laughed and entered the classroom. All my major classes was the same as yesterday. My minors were flooded with new people with the teachers giving the same speech they did yesterday so dreadful. I just tuned out each teacher and flashed back to this morning. When I thought to myself "what am I doing he has a girlfriend. I don't even know him so why do I care." I sighed. I entered the gym for my last class of the day. The gym teachers took attendance and then lead the freshman and the sophomore to where the juniors and seniors were being held. It was crowded with people, sitting on the benches and some playing various sports. I turned to Emily and asked where she would want to sit. "It don't matter to me. I guess the end. Down there," She replied pointing. "Okay works for me," I said in return when a basketball cameinches from hitting me. I screamed softly and jumped back. "Who threw this?" I grunted. From the corner of my eye I seen someone run over to me. I turned and noticed it was him. The kid from this morning. "Sorry that was me," he said apologetically. "It's okay," I whispered. "Here." I handed him the ball. I just wanted the conversation to end. "You play?" He said with a smirk. "Play?" I questioned. "Basketball?" "Yeah." "Yeah. I'm not that good though." "Well...Do you and your friend want to play? Two on two?" He asked pointing to Emily. A smile grew upon Emilys' face and she shouted, "Yes! Lets play!" "Well you heard her," I said, wishing she hadn't said anything. "Okay, whats your name?' He asked. "I'm Krissie and that's Emily." I answered. "What's yours?" "Im Josh and over there is Danny." He said pointing at a kid standing near a basketball hoop. "He'll be playing too." Josh ran ahead and Emily grabbed my arm. She began to talk quietly. "Danny's hot, don't you think. So is Josh," "Yeah I guess," I said trying to shrug it off... {[(Theres more to it but thats all i got typed on my computer, if you want to read more let me know and tell me if its good or not.)]} more

Resolved Question: how can i control my hyperactivity? (intfeers with functioning at school alot. please help).?

well first of all i have adhd so obviously being hyper is normal for us. (i dont take any meds either) well im hyper everyday but sometimes i get majorly hyper and it can be really frustrating. it happens about once or twice a month (can happen anytime not just during periods) and one time it happend 3 times in a week, i normally enjoy being hyper and me and my friends find it funny but when i go really hyper its not fun at all, i shout and scream at people run around and im laughing like normal but inside my head im shouting why cant i stop!! its like a motor driving me and i cant stop, sometimes it can be damaging because i do things like run into walls and doors and bang my head against walls and tables and stuff and sometimes it really hurts. today was dangerous aswell becaue i got so bored i sat under a basketball hoop and got hit several times but i just didnt care. the point to this is, that it can really annoy me and just makes me feel out of control like my head gunna explode and i juz want to scream for ages of knock myself out and i hate it. then after about 20minutes of this phase i just automatically go on shutdown, which makes it even harder when i have lessons to do. and its hard enough functioing well in my normal hyper mode. another thing im concerned about is that almost all the time i have no interest in sex what-so-ever but some days when im super hyper its all i talk about but really crude and joking around about it and its not in my character at all. sometimes i feel hyper and tierd at the same time. only a couple of weeks ago i felt depressed not getting much hyperactivity at all and now this week ive just skyrocketed into my hyper levels. ibeen this hyper twice this week so far. how can i control this? what do i do? is this just my adhd or are other things affecting this?? for diet i only drink squash at school. and food is just a normal sandwich and a bag of crisps, i try to avoid sugary stuff and only eat a small amount of sweets on the weekend. did u even read my question?? i have stated i have adhd at least twice u douche CANT ANYONE TAKE MY F*CKING QUESTION SERIOUSLY??? GRRRRR IM GETTING SO PISSED OFF NOW! I NEED HELP AND I AINT GETTIN IT!!! kk lol thanks for that answer :D ive been waiting for decent answer. thanks v.much for taking me seriously more

Resolved Question: how to control my hyperactivity (please help its intefeering with functioning at school alot)?

Resolved Question: How do you mount a basketball hoop onto the side of a brick house?

I don't want to use a pole b/c the hoop will be over a door. more

Voting Question: Is this story ending any good?? I jsut came up with it, and wanted opinions. Sorry, it's kind of long.?

Erin’s car seemed to slip silently under the towering oak trees lining the street. She slowly drove down the street parking effortlessly alongside the curb of a quaint white house. She didn’t have to look at the house to know that it had Victorian era charm, with the wraparound porch and the minimalist landscaping. She knew that the driveway led up to a two car garage with splintering paint and a rusted basketball hoop between the dusty windows of the shop above it. She knew the curve of the path to the porch by heart. The only thing unfamiliar as of late was the close-to-bare trees and the warm tones of the leaves laying atop the lush grass. Erin cut the engine and sat back, sucking in deep breaths. After a long while she pressed her fingers to the worn corduroy fabric laying next to her on the passenger seat and scooped up the jacket. One last calming breath and she opened the door of her car and climbed out, setting first one tan suede boot clad foot on the ground then the other. As Erin walked up the gradual incline of the driveway she tried to take in everything about the street. Across the street she heard the creek of trampoline springs and somewhere in the distance she heard the low hum of a lawnmower. A breeze made windshimes clatter and the deep laughter of men a few houses down was evident. The leaves crunched under foot and the rocks of the path grumbled as her feet pressed into them. She heard other footsteps behind her and whipped around. “Erin?” And all of a sudden he emerged from the side of the house with his shaggy brown hair tousled in a pair of stone washed jeans and one of his super soft gray tee-shirts. His cheeks were red from the wind and his eyes looked confused. “Oh, um, hey Ben,” Erin stuttered as she quickly covered the yards between them back onto the soft grass. “I, well, I brought your jacket back to you,” she extended her arm towards him. “Erin, I told you to keep it. We talked about that remember?” “I remember Ben, but I think you should take it. Besides, I’ve got my own now,” she tossed the jacket and he caught it against his chest. “Well, thanks I, I guess,” Ben mangaged, with a slight nod. Erin looked around, noticing how awkward things had become between them. “My mom got the job offer again. She’s going to take it this time.” “Well congratulations, tell her I said that won’t you?” Ben seemed happy to see her, and that she cared to share the information with him. She curled her lips together and silently nodded her head. “So we’re moving. Back home. The job needs her to be back there, not down here anymore.” Ben was startled. “Moving?” “Mhm. You knew us being was temporary. I told you that from the start.” “I guess I just never expected it. I mean you were so headstrong that you wouldn’t let her make you move the last time. I never thought that you’d let her make you do it if it ever came up again.” “It’s her dream you know? She’s going to be president of a section of the business now. It’s what she always wanted. I can’t take it from her.” Ben nodded and looked down. Erin shoved her fists into the pocket of her own corduroy jacket and rocked back and forth on her heels. This was the longest silence that had come between them, even after they had just met. Finally, Erin couldn’t take it anymore. “You know, I’ve tried so many times to convince myself that I had an infinite number of reasons to stay here. But in the end, only one ever mattered,” Erin turned and started walking back towards her car again. She spun around and walked backwards, calling out to him, “I’m coming back for a visit next spring break, ‘kay? Bye Ben,” then Erin walked around the front of her car and opened the door. They stared at each other, Ben dumbfounded about how quickly this had happened, Erin trying to seem as though his presence didn’t affect her anymore. After a long moment Erin diverted her eyes and climbed in the car. His hat was still on the passenger seat; she hadn’t been able to let it go. Her eyes welling with tears, she fumbled with her keys. Finally she inserted the right key into the ignition and started the engine. She couldn’t look over at him, but she had to. And as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. She swallowed as she gazed at Ben. Standing just as she had left him, he looked so desperate, so heartbroken, like words were caught in his throat. His piercing eyes were so soft and sad, his lips turned down at the corners. It was the image that would stay in her memory. Not any other picture of her Ben, but the Ben who looked as she was sure she looked the day he left her. She tried to think Ha. Now we’re even. But Erin couldn’t lie to herself anymore. The lies couldn’t fool her, they hadn’t before. Erin slowly put the car in drive and stepped on the gas. And after so long, she finally let the tears go. more

Resolved Question: What do you think about this story for kids?

Girls Can Do That Too Maddie Franklin wasn’t your average ten year old girl. Maddie was very busy with ballet and piano lessons. There was something special about Maddie; she wasn’t afraid to try new things that fascinated her. Maddie lived in Bakerslay Township with her two older brothers; Timmy and John, and her parents. Her brothers were busy with basketball at the local high school while her mom took her to ballet practice and recitals about twice a week. “Daddy, why can’t I do the things Timmy and John do?” “What do you mean Maddie?” “I like going to ballet and piano practice but I don’t think I want to do that forever as a kid. I want to learn how to play football, baseball and basketball too.” “Maddie, I think that is an excellent idea but you should try one sport at a time don’t you think?” “You and mom have always said that if I believe, I can achieve anything. I believe I can be a great ball player someday.” “Well Maddie I’m glad that you want to try these sports but in order to be good at it, you will have to have a great coach.” “O boy, you’re going to coach me daddy? Thank you.” Just then Maddie’s mom came into the kitchen with Maddie’s piano books in her hands. “Maddie, we have to get going or we’ll be late for your piano practice.” Maddie grabbed her juice from the table and followed her mom out the door. The next morning as Maddie went downstairs to watch cartoons she noticed her brothers outside throwing the football back and fourth to one another. “Hey Maddie are you ready to learn a little about football and basketball this morning?” “Yes daddy I am but you forgot to mention baseball.” “Of course, baseball too, I wouldn’t want that dream of yours to not come true just because you never tried any of the sports. Go ahead and get dressed, I’ll be out front with Timmy and John.” Maddie excused herself and got dressed. Rushing back into the kitchen for a quick breakfast, she was sure to give her best at the sports she was about to learn. Joining her dad and brothers outside they knew Maddie was very serious. “Okay Maddie this is the plan, I’m the coach but Timmy and John will be helping me coach you. I have three areas set up just for you. All you have to do is first show me what you know about each sport. But the thing is, you only get one try and then I’ll step in and help.” “Are you sure dad?” “Sure, why not Maddie. Just show me and your brothers what you got.” Maddie was ready to show her dad and brothers what she knew but she was sure she would make them all proud. Maddie first tried baseball. She picked up the bat and had Timmy pitch it to her. “On the count of three I’ll throw the ball to you, just swing Maddie.” Timmy told her before he pitched the ball. “One, two, three…” The ball went clear over into Mrs. Stanley’s yard which was four houses down from where they lived. “Wow Maddie, you’ve got quite an arm on you that was great!” Timmy exclaimed as their dad ran over and lifted Maddie from the ground giving her a hug. “Maddie, I didn’t know you had it in you. You are really good at baseball.” John added as Maddie moved on to try basketball. As Mattie stood on the blacktop pavement of the driveway she noticed that the basketball net was a lot higher than what she was used to but she tried it anyway. As she dribbled the ball a few times she aimed for the basketball hoop and she made it. The ball went right through the hoop. Mattie was feeling pretty good since she knocked the baseball into the yard of the house further up the street. She was even happier that she made the basketball shot with one try. “Daddy, I’m ready to try football now.” Maddie said as she walked over to her dad standing at the end of the driveway. “Sure Maddie, you’re really good.” “Wait Maddie let me help you with this one. I’ll just show you how to hold the football and you go from there. When you throw it give it all you’ve got.” John suggested as Maddie held onto the football. “Are you guys ready? Here it goes.” Maddie had an aim to throw the football at least into the yard of Mrs. Stanley again but she threw the football further than that this time. The football landed into the yard of Mr. Haskins which was five houses down. “Maddie you are great at all three sports. I think you will be great to join the Bakerslay little league team. They have all these sports that you can play.” Maddie’s dad and brothers were really happy for her. Maddie didn’t give up just because she was a girl; she gave a lot more which made her great. more

Resolved Question: In the worse situation EVER!! need advise!?

OKay so i am 16 years old and i dont have a dad :( long story but make it short he left my mom when she got pregnant. ok so as a grew up i was never really exposed to sports and out door stuff since i was raised by my mom. Ok so i made some new friends and we are gonna kick it at the park and shoot some hoops HOWEVER.... i haven't played basketball in a long time and so im really really nervous that i might miss the catch or do something stubid or look really stubid trying to Shoot a hoop OR when i try to Dribble i will look stubid and i dont reamber how to dribble its been so long omg i am so embarrassed and going through some Severe Extreme Anxiety someone please help me and give me advise on what i should do more

Resolved Question: How interesting does this sound?

Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:15 am Post subject: I wrote a first chapter, Could someone critique this? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bill Matthews sat in the waiting room of the Oak Hill group home with his mind rambling through thoughts. Thoughts about how different Toronto was from Los Angeles , thoughts of how tired he was from hauling his big, plasma screen television in his home on moving day. “Mister Matthews, could you come in please? I’m ready to see you.” Sam, who stuck his head out of the door to the left of the room said. Bill sighed and walked into Sam’s small office that only had enough room for two chairs and a long, tan desk. Bill sat in the plush chair in front of the desk and watched Sam scramble through numerous papers in front of him. Perspiration began to fill his forehead as it felt like a sauna in the room. The small window behind Sam gave Bill no relief from the heat that seemed to saturate the room. “I’m sorry for having you wait here in silence,” Sam said. “I’m just trying to get things ready for you.” Sam pulled out a brown, manila folder underneath the papers on his desk and placed it in front of Bill. “Ok, Mister Matthews, we have decided to hire you for this position.” Bill smiled and wiped his forehead. “Ok great, when do I start?” Sam stood to his feet. “Well, first before we get into that, I want you to tour the facility, meet the children that are here and introduce yourself ok? So come on.” Bill felt a swift breeze of air brush his face as he stepped back into the waiting room with Sam. “We’ll go to the first floor—in the gym, that’s where the kids are now.” Sam said. “Then I’ll take you to where your office will be.” “Does my office have air conditioning?” Bill asked. Sam looked at Bill, patted him on the shoulder and laughed. “Oh I’m sorry about my office. Someone is supposed to be coming tomorrow to fix my air conditioner, but yes your office has one and it should be working fine.” Bill smiled as he walked to the elevator with Sam. Even though social work wasn’t too far fetched from what he did at his old job, he still felt nervous about starting over at a new workplace. Sam lead Bill to a dimly lit hallway and into a large gym that looked to be almost the size of a football field. There were several bleachers on each side of the gym and bright track lights covered the ceiling. There were two basketball hoops at either end of the gym on the court, where several black kids were yelling and shooting ball at. Rap music was playing loudly on a stereo sitting to the left on the floor. As soon as the kids saw Bill, they became quiet and stared at Bill. All that could be heard was the loud music from the stereo. “Listen up kids, this is Mister Bill Matthews.” Sam yelled. “He is going to be our new Social Worker here so I want you to respect him, welcome him and respect him ok?” “Man, you said that twice playa.” One boy shouted out amongst laughter. Sam laughed. “I know, it’s the one you all never remember the first time.” Bill waved and smiled at the kids, as they all looked at him in confusion. He observed some of them with their baggy pants, white shirts and caps that were turned backwards, some of them had tattoos that covered almost all of their arms. Bill noticed some of them grit their teeth and motion for him to go away. Some rolled their eyes at him but when none of them waved back to him, his smiled faded. He looked at Sam and sighed. “That’s a um—nice bunch there.” Sam laughed and watched the kids go back to playing ball. “Yeah, they’ll grow on you eventually. Come on, I’ll show you your office now.” “So, those kids are—troubled youth?” Bill asked as he stepped onto the elevator with Sam. “Well, we like to call them at risk youth.” Sam said. “Some of them are secretly in gangs, some come from broken homes, some come from parents who either prostitute and or do drugs and some of them have actually been sexually and physically abused.” Bill nodded and glanced over at Sam and laughed nervously. “Yeah, well they really welcomed me, some white guy coming to say hello to the. They didn’t look too happy at all.” Sam laughed. “They just have to get to know you. Once they do, you’ll be just like—one of their boys.” Bill laughed. He walked into his office and smiled. The air was filled with the scent of polished wood. There was a medium sized desk in the room with a laptop computer sitting on top, and a plush black chair sitting behind the desk. There was a name tag with Bill’s full name inscribed on it in gold. A tall, gray, two-shelf file cabinet sat against the wall in the left hand corner of the room. An air conditioner was attached in the wall in the upper right hand corner of the room and was blowing out a cold breeze. “This is your office Bill.” Sam said. “Wow, this is nice, cle more

Resolved Question: Freshman Dorm Room: Tips on creating an awesome hangout.?

My roommate and I are moving into college tomorrow, and are trying to think up ideas that would make our dorm room stand out from others. We just want a dorm room that would catch the attention of others, and hopefully be a fun place to stay for when friends visit. Currently, our dorm room is 14 by 12, with no air conditioning, and a strict rule about putting holes in the walls. So, that is one obstacle that we have to surpass. As of right now, we have two Lofts, a Futon (for guests), a 37' Sharp LCD Television (flat screen), 17 inc LCD Telvision (one for each person), two XBox 360s, 5.1 Logitech Surround Sound with Sub, 12 by 8 bound carpet with padding, door hanging basketball hoop (random fun), Kerasotas Shooter movie poster, and some football posters. That is basically all that we have to offer at this moment. What else would anyone recommend for an awesome dorm room? more

Resolved Question: How can i ignore my neighbor when he yells at me?

September 18- 3:30 pm Playing with cody on the slide. Marcus throws cat food at me. Says he has fleas and its my fault. september 20- Marcus cuts his grass 1st time all summer September 28- 7:00 am Marcus throws our basketball hoop across the yard. October 1- 10:30 am – I pull up after taking Mandy to school. To find 4 trash cans in driveway. Marcus comes out screaming that we are white trash and complaining about our toys. I explain toys are not trash. We play with these 3-4 times everyday. Argue for 10 minutes back and forth. He called me everything but “white trash” I called him everything but a crack head N-word. I told him the reason he has fleas is because he had not cut his grass all summer. October 11- 8:30 pm. Marcus slams door open and screams about dog being in yard. Bob says I am not dealing with you anymore. I am going to get Bill. Marcus chases him to the speed bump and says we can work it out. Now these are not conversations these are full blown arguments. I am thinking of getting a restraining order. Talking to my friend on the phone today….she tells me I should start documenting the incidents then I remember I done it last time and search for Marcus on my computer and there it was! I need a video camera. May 3- Marcus buddies jump Nathan at 10:30 at night……cops were called. We were at Grandma’s all day so we don’t really know what happen. Supposedly, Nathan was walking home from barbs, when Markus and his gang were leaving almost hitting Nate. There was a fight and the cops were called. May 4- 4:30 Playing out with kids…………Barb asks if we heard the commotion last night…….We had no clue about the fight. Nate comes over around 5:00. Not 5 minutes later 2 cops come rolling up with Bill. Gives Nathans wallet back and says he is not allowed in the trailer park anymore. I then remind Bill of all the problems I have had with Marcus. Marcus comes out and is like you talking about me? And we say yes, and then we argue. It gets heated even with Bill there. He yelling I don’t take care of my kids and I yell your nothing but a crack head mow your grass. May 5- 8:30 am- step out to let dog out and Marcus is sitting on his back porch looks like talking on the phone Yelling about the incident yesterday. Heard him say “The bitch next door told the cops and Bill I was a crack dealer because I have lots of friends over everyday. That bitch is ganna get hers. Although he was talking on the phone he was yelling loud enough that he wanted me to hear him. I started to say something and decided I better just come back inside. June 6- Had a campout with 5 girls in the neighborhood and Mandy. Was woken up at 2:00 in the morning to a crash. Rush out of the tent to find Marcus friend had knocked down our light pole and was stuck up on the sewer thingy. The girls were all very frightened. The cops came and a girl was arrested for a DUI. Apparently she thought my yard was a road. Luckily no one was hurt the sewer stopped them from running us over in our sleep. This could have been very bad. Bill says one more incident with Marcus and he is out of the trailer park. August 31- Marcus pulls up and yells about Cody being in his little pool without his diaper on. Cody is starting to potty train and removes his diaper. Geeez he is 2 years old. I had brought out a pair of underwear for him to put on but, he sees him and has to say something and of course it’s not nicely saying something it’s always in a yelling kind of way. I just shrugged at him and let him yell, Proud of myself because OHHHH how I wanted to tell him were to GO. Says I am trifling bitch what ever that means. I’m the one sitting here watching my kids when he always comes out with an attitude of what we are doing. I never even paid him any mind until he yells something at me. what can i do about this guy? civial restraing order? Moving is not an opition for us. We live on 1500 a month and our trailer is paid for. more

Resolved Question: is this a good story so far and can you help finish half?

CHAPTER ONE It is burning hot outside, it is so hot I can boil some eggs on the sidewalk. When we moved to L.A we didn’t know we were going to be staying in the desert. Hi, my name is Samantha, but my friends call me Sam. Well, actually my friends at home. We just moved here last month and tomorrow school begins. Luckily, I won’t be the only new kid. I haven’t met anyone yet cause I hardly go outside. I’m always inside my room reading a book or on the computer emailing my friends back at home. The closest I get to going outside is checking the mail. My Father says I can’t even walk Olivia (our dog) outside until I get use to the community directions. Well, right now I am actually reading a book called “Little Women” I absolutely love that book it is one of my favorites. I was turning to page 250 when my brother walked in with his baseball shirt and baseball cap Mom sewed which read “Robison Family Team”. I have one to cause me and my brother love to baseball. We both hate the name, but Mom says she won’t buy us another one or sew another one until we outgrow these. I completely hated the bet, but there was nothing I could do. “Hey, you up for a game of ball?” Nick asked me bouncing his baseball in his hand from side-to-side. I smiled and set my bookmark on the page. I ran to my closet and grabbed my baseball cap. I reached inside and pulled out of pack of gum. I unwrapped the piece and dropped it on the floor. “Let’s go,” I called out. We jogged downstairs and burst out to the backyard. We found Dad outside shooting hoops. I sighed. The only reason he played basketball was to get in “shape”. Nick and I searched around for loose pieces of papers, chip bags, and soda cans. I found one and he found two then we set them down as bases. Nick was the pitcher and I was the batter. Nick threw the ball and I missed. Our eyes both followed the ball which rolled behind me. I popped my gum and shrugged. “Get the ball bozo,” I ordered. “It’s right behind you,” Nick exclaimed. I popped my gum again, and it get stuck on my face. I quickly took it off so I could argue with Nick. “Yeah, but if I touch the ball I’ll get out,” I explained. “No, you won’t Nick nodded. I squinted my eyes giving him a look. We stared at each other for about 2 seconds then Nick sighed throwing his baseball cap down. Then he walked towards the ball. I giggled sneaking out another piece of gum. Later, we were playing catch with our softball. I threw the ball just a few inches. Nick squinted his eyes from the raving sun. He pulled his baseball cap down to keep it from out of his eyes. “Sam, you throw like a girl,” Nick complained. I made a face at him. “Hello, I am a girl,” I demonstrated holding up my hand. Nick hesitated glancing down at the grass. Then he picked up the ball and started tossing it up in the air. “Well…you throw like a boy,” Nick taunted. I slowly walked to him and smiled. Then I patted him on the head. “Thank you, normal people actually consider a complete,” I taunted back at him. I snatched the ball and walked into the house. Mother called my name as soon as the door swung open. I sighed glancing at my watch. I knew it was dinner time and she wanted me to help her. She’s always going on and on about how 14-year-olds are always cooking dinner for their families. I tried to explain to my Mother that I’m not those type of girlie-girls. “Want to help cook dinner sweetie,” my Mother asked. I sat down at the counter and did a fake and friendly smile. “No, Mom I think I’ll pass,” I said. Mother mumbled to herself as she stirred the spaghetti. Although, I had to admit it did look fun. I imagined my brother and I cooking dinner and all of a sudden we’re having this big food fight. It would be so great to be covered in spaghetti sauce. I would taste and smell so good. Although, so people would be allergic to me and that would be really bad. Dogs might even try to eat me, on second thought I’d rather just smell like my normal-self. Speaking of smell I smell like grass. Maybe after dinner I should go take a shower. Nah! We don’t want everyone losing their appetite because of my mustiness. Meanwhile, I had taken my shower and we just settling down for dinner. I sat down in my seat and looked at my mashed potatoes. I used to love mashed potatoes, but Mother’s mashed potatoes were worser than our school’s mashed potatoes. I scrunched up my nose. more

Resolved Question: Outdoor Play Structures Sets or Kits for School-Aged Kids?

Hello, I am opening up a daycare for School Aged Children ages 6-10, and we are trying to decide some outdoor play structures for them. Some ideas we have is a blow-up pool and basketball hoop. However, we are trying to determine what other out-door play structure-type kits and sets are available. We thought about swing-sets but that may be better for "younger" children. Children ages 6-10 may not want to play with a swing set. Can anyone share any ideas for outdoor play structures for children ages 6-10? Thanks alot in advance...... more

Resolved Question: Would you mind this outside of your house?

A portable basketball hoop went up next door a couple months ago in the street. I wasn't crazy about it since we don't have teenagers ourselves, but tried to accept it since living in community is a compromise. Now it's not just a small group of kids, it's up to 30 teenagers. The parents leave at 6am. Kids come along from surrounding neighborhoods as if it's a community park. There are games starting as early at 6:30 am, and going sometimes after midnight. I've seen kids out there smoking joints. One time a kid screamed into my upstairs window trying to intimidate me. Even when the family isn't home there are hords of teens shouting and pounding balls. I feel a little bad being so upset over it, since I would rather see kids playing ball than getting into trouble. But it's really disruptive, like living in a rowdy sporting arena. I'm concerned it could invite crime. Would this bother you? There's an ordinance against playing ball in the street, should I report it? more

Resolved Question: I'm scared to go out of the house, is there anyway to improve this situation?

Over the last two months, I have become afraid to come in and out of my house. For real reasons. The woman next door starting trying to intimidate me with rageful looks a year ago. Her husband came over and told my husband she thought I hated blacks. My husband told him my best friend is black, and that I had wanted to be friends. She kept on, and I think she may have killed my cat. Police got involved, and she threatened to beat me up. On the other side of us some new neighbors moved in with a portable basketball hoop. Gangster looking teens from outside areas show up in big groups playing ball, smoking, yelling and swearing, right outside my house day and night. My life went from peaceful to chaotic in a matter of weeks. This isn't a slum where you'd expect this, but it's not a rich area either. I'm afraid to report the hoops for fear of retaliation from the teens. We plan to sell in the next 8 months. I don't know how I can cope until then. Can't stay with family, have 5 pets... I put this in the marriage section because I figured adults would be in this section. Plus, it's really been a strain on our marriage too! My husband works so much, and I feel like I'm alone in a war zone or something. more

Resolved Question: Help, I'm fearful of my neighborhood. How can I get through this?

Resolved Question: Should I complain directly or indirectly?

Neighbors just moved in next door with three boys and a portable basketball hoop. At first, they'd put it away when not in use which was fine. Now, they leave the hoop up all the time, turning our front yard into a PUBLIC COURT. Kids come in from outside neighborhoods, smoking cigerettes, cursing, and yelling. Somedays it starts at 6:30am and ends at midnight. One night the parents pulled in from work, and about 30 unfamiliar teens were in their front yard with a wild game going. They made their kids put the hoop up for two nights, but now it's freestanding again. If they'd just put it away when not in use, it would be fine. But this is CHAOTIC. Additionally, with this many unsupervised older teens around, it invites more crime. Is there a polite way to make this request to the parents, or do I make myself a target to the kids if I do? Should I just see about getting them fined or something? I hate to do that, but I can't live like this. more

Resolved Question: Will homeowners insurance cover my car getting hit with a falling basketball hoop??

A couple of weeks ago, we had some pretty bad storms and our basketball hoop was knocked over and fell on top of my boyfriends car, putting a couple dents and scratches in the side door of my car. Will my homeowners insurance cover the costs to fix his car? more

Resolved Question: how to make a basketball hoop and backboard?

for the doors in a house more

Resolved Question: Guys help me out!!! i have a big problem?

so i am getting a basketball hoop. It is an in ground hoop and i wanted to put it on the far side of my house near the neighbors house. That is where it would look good. The thing is that, according to the rules of my neighborhood, i need to have my neighbors approval to put the hoop there. When i asked my neighbors, they told me no, and told me to put the hoop on the other side of my driveway near my front door. The hoop does not look good at all over there and i dont want to put it there. Another thing i could also do is get a portable hoop and put it between my two garages, but that is my last option. I am really confused and i hate my stupid neighbors, what should i do? 10 points for best solution come on guys, be serious I cannot put the hoop there because my neighbors can have it removed more

Resolved Question: Guys help me out!!!! i have a problem?

Voting Question: Yahoo detectives help me analyze him! [A bit long :(]?

I'm not really popular. I'm new to this school. I like bball, but if you took one look at me you'd never think that. My gym class is full of really pretty girls, but they can't play to save their life. I was shooting hoops, all of a sudden I realized my ball didn't come back! I scanned the gym and realized Dan, the most popular guy, basketball, football, and lax player, took my ball. And was smiling. That got ruined from some girl yelling his name. We've been talking since. He's the one that makes an effort. He was surprised when I was listening to 2pac, we exchange sarcastic comments, he's just a lot of fun. His foot was under my desk and I was rubbing my foot against his. I thought it was part of the desk! And he didn't move it. He also took a bball hoop from the classroom door and placed it on my head! Haha. But then I have to stop and remember that ...I have no chance and to get my head out of the clouds. But I want him. So bad. How can I get 'em? Thanks. <3 more

Voting Question: Making moves on a guy out of my league?

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Resolved Question: my really good guy friend is starting to tickle me a lot and things, is he flirting?i just can't tell///?

He tickles me and while we're playing basketball in his room [on his little hoop on the back of his door with a mini ball] he grabs me from behind and brings me down on top of him on his bed and sometimes gets like on top of me on the floor. I don't know what he's doing but at the time i thought he was just trying to get the ball...in an aggressive like manner. He didn't start doing this until we got a little older, i was about 12 or 13 and he was 15 or 16. We've known eachother since i was six and he was eight [if that helps at all] I've asked some of my friends what they think and they seem to think that it's flirting but i want some outside help! They'll say it to make me feel like a good thing...which i don't know if it is or not. So give true answers POR FAVOR! more

Resolved Question: am i totally wrong here?

all right, my brother is 11 years old and just got this toy that looks fun but it is THE MOST OBNOXIOUS toy in the world. it is a basketball hoop that he can attach to his door and can play little miniature basketball. the thing is, everytime he makes a shot, it goes through the hoop and slams against the door. everytime he misses, it slams against the door. he has been playing nonstop and i have been hearing this loud bang every 5 seconds (NOT an exaggeration) for over an hour. i already had a splitting headache yesterday which was getting better but now its starting to come back because of the loud bangs of that stupid ball. i have asked him to please stop playing with it, or put it outside or something, because not only do i have a huge essay due tuesday that i have to write, but i also CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE! its getting louder. my parents arent very supportive, they say "just stop he has a new toy let him play im sorry it bugs you but just let him do it" and i say "no obviously you are not sorry at all because you dont have a room across the hall from him and your blasting music STILL cant tune him out" (and i am still considerate so its loud enough for me, but no one outside my room can hear it. the stupid banging doesnt end and i just really wish he would be considerate and take the damn toy outside. cant a teenager do her homework and enjoy her weekend in peace? "no obviously you are not sorry at all because you dont have a room across the hall from him and your blasting music STILL cant tune him out" (and i am still considerate so its loud enough for me, but no one outside my room can hear it. the stupid banging doesnt end and i just really wish he would be considerate and take the damn toy outside. cant a teenager do her homework and enjoy her weekend in peace? sorry i posted the second part twice. but what do you think? am i totally wrong to think he is being rude and inconsiderate? more

Resolved Question: I have this gut feeling that he likes me?

It's weird. I can't help but doubt myself though. He's quite popular, has his line of girls. Though he's single. I'm quite quiet. -He put a basketball hoop from the classroom door on my head. -He sits near me. Goes to a seperate room with me to take a test. -He sat at my table even when his friends were at another table. -He always asks me for pencils or paper. Though when he sat at the other table he was always prepared. -He sat in my desk and took my ipod and started listening to it. -Last year stole my basketball from me and we both kinda teased each other friendly. -He glances a lot. I haven't really seen him do this with another girl in my class, though I can't help but doubt myself. He's dan! Captain of the lacrosse team! I'm more reserved and into music. I like him though. more

Resolved Question: Does he think I'm a crazy groupie?

The guy I like got a 10/10 on a quiz. He looked over at me and goes, "So what does that mean?" And winks at me. Man, I never got so nervous in my life. We were also walking in the hall and he took a hoop that hangs on our classroom door and placed it on my head. I blushed and my friend pointed it out. He also asked me for a piece of paper, while I was getting it out he smiled at me. I gave it to him, and he said thanks. I must have blushed like crazy, ugh! I also see his basketball games but he always glances at me. My friend says he looked over at us because he's wondering why we're here. How can I talk to him more without looking like a groupie? more

Resolved Question: Placed a hoop on my head?

The guy I look took a basketball hoop off of the door from our classroom and placed it on my head twice. Is this supposed to be a mean gesture? more

Voting Question: He put a hoop on my head?

The guy I look took a basketball hoop off of the door from our classroom and placed it on my head twice. Is this supposed to be a mean gesture? more

Resolved Question: Neighbor pissing me off?

I put a basketball hoop on my side of the property for my son a couple years ago...he used it all the time, now he doesnt use it so much. My next door neighbors use the hoop anytime they please without asking permission. One day I heard them playing on the hoop and looked out the window, and saw their father pushing HIS leaves and dirt into my yard. I have not done or said anything yet. They also have this ugly plant that attracts rats that are going into my yard and live in my bushes. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm about ready to take the hoop down, cut down their ugly fruit tree, and tell them off. I'm old, and just want to play my guitar without worrying about cleaning up my yard with their mess. What is the best way to approach him? Of course there is a fence that separates my house from theirs, and they had to put their tree right next to the fence on their side. I have asked their lawn guy to chop the leaves that are on my property, but he never did. They also look into my yard from their windows. They play on the hoop ALL the time without asking. They even invite friends over and they all play on it. That hoop was super expensive, and to be honest, they don't deserve it. I didn't go out there and tell him not to put leaves into my yard, because I have back and knee problems and don't want to waste time and energy on that piece of shit. These trees they have are banana trees and old rotten fruit fals from the tree and - BAM! - a meal for the rats. more

Resolved Question: Homemade halloween costumes ideas (look or else) muhaha!?

Comments are fine , but if you have nothing nice to say like em your better off putting a flower pot on ur head please don't say it .. am not looking for ideas but you can post them for other people! ~.~ No..... am not THAT old.. lolm i just noticed how alot of people need halloween ideas , and they don't have the money . So one weekend ( i was in school so one weekend ) i just did this for fun! more

Resolved Question: I hate my neighbor. What would you do?

I hate my neighbor marcus. We moved here 2 years ago. The first thing he said to us was keep your kids on a leash! He didnt like the fact they were rideing their bikes on a dead end street with speed bumps. Well you know those are fighting words. I see nothing wrong with my kids riding their bikes. After all they need exercise. My kids play outside every day cody is almost 2 and mandy is 7. We put a little tikes basketball hoop at the end of our drive way. He don't like that either. He actually came out and threw it across my yard last week. Today i pulled up and he had 6 trash cans in the dead end street.(its not trash day) He proving his point I guess. So we ignored him and cody started riding one of his little cars. Today he comes out the back door and starts calling me trash. I have too many kids toys in my yard. I'm like we play with these everyday. I am out here 4 or 5 times a day with these kids. Toys are not trash. At night I will line them up at the end of our drive way. Well he has a little girl who is now 6. who doesn't live with him. I happened to see a brand new bike sitting there the other day. ( I thought to myself , like she will ever get to ride that) I was like Listen I see your daughter has a new bike I didn't throw it down the road like you did our basketball hoop. He tried to deny it. I'm like yes you did at 7 am. I seen you. How would you feel if i did that to you daughters bike? So anyway its one thing after another with this guy. I just told him. My kids will be playing here everyday, every single day. There is nothing you can do about it and if you don't like it too bad. Oh yeah, He thinks we gave him fleas. yeah you read that right. Last week he came out yelling at me about his damn fleas. I told him today the reason you have fleas is because your grass was up to my knees. Fleas like tall grass! I never once complained about his tall grass to him. or his loud music. When we first moved in I asked if his daughter could play. He looked at me like I was a crazy lady. The poor thing isn't allowed off her porch. I really feel for her. All the kids play at my house. So yeah I have sometimes 8 kids playing. more

Resolved Question: Should I tell off a minister or stick it out?

We live next door to a church. They have put up a basketball hoop that is about 20 feet from our driveway, which makes the basketball court part of their parking lot and an alley. Because of this hoop there are days where we can't get in our driveway because there are people everywhere. Then when you back out of the driveway you have to worry about hitting someone. Oh yes, then there are the times when the basketball is bouncing off our cars from the rebound. The whole location of the hoop presents such an unsafe situation. The other problem is the type of people that are coming down here to play. There is a group of guys who are messing with our property everytime that they are down here. They leave their trash all over the place and they are constantly over at our house using our hose hookup to get water. I have tried talking to the church but they are very unreasonable. What should I do? Can I point out to city council the safety issues? more

Resolved Question: Our neighbors & toys are getting out of hand. What to do?

Facts: We live in court. Our driveway exit is very narrow, and there are about 14 kids on our street/court. Our right side neigbors have an RV, a boat, a sports car, a truck, and a suv. A black sick loosing skin and hair cat who poo in our front flower beds. Because our living room window, and our front door door basically face their driveway our view is their toys. Now a day ago they adquired an used portable tall basketball hoop and they have place it right in front of our nice sidewalk flower bed. Where two of of the little girls in the court like to hang out to catch butterflies. The base of the basketball hoop is filled with water, and when I try to move it away from my flower bed, a little bit of warter spillled out, which tells me that the water most likekly has a way to evaporate. I feel very strongly that that wasketball hoop is very dangerous for all the kids in the neighboorhod, not to mention that it is somewhat blooking our only nicer view of the court. I have thre kids, and one of them is autistic. Which means, if it was hard for me to let him go outside to play with the kids in the neighborhood, whith this basketball hoop on the street he has already want to hold on to it and run around it. What a nightmare. How can I tell the neighboors they are putting in jeorpaty the safety of my kids, bloking our view, and that most likely our flower bed will be destroyed with the missed basketballs hiting the flowers? I have seen so many basketball hoops that just till over. I see a very big accident waiting to happen. What are my rights, considering the basketball hoop is on the street? Talked with the nedxt door neigboor. He told me that the baskethoop is not a danger at all, that he does not care about destrying my flowers, and that if I was concern abouth danger, ishould cut off a little dry tree brach in my front yard. Really, a very samell tree branch. My husband investigated city laws, and it turns out that it is against the law to have for any length of time a portable basketball hoop on public right away. Accordingly with recent reports in several city newspapers, the problems is city wide, and the city is starting to crack down of violations, and howling the hoops away. more

Resolved Question: Help!! NASTY neighbor. Any ideas for an inexpensive fence? I can put up something as high as 6'?

This goes beyond the normal nastiness on their part. 5 kids next door think they are entitled to use my property, and the parents say it's my fault for buying the house- since I knew they had kids. ??? These are NOT postage stamp size lots. (over 1/3 acre each) The last straw was a basketball hoop they knowingly put on my property. I had the property staked, but it's time for a fence. Too much aggravation to list it here more

Resolved Question: Our siberian huskey, Phoenix , seems so difficult to train, any tips?

Phoenix is SOOO full of energy. He is about 6 months old. We were aware that he would be a high maintance, playful pet. But we just cant seem to get him to pay attention or settle down long enough to learn anything...he just wants to GO, GO, GO......He will run through our flower garden and grab a flower in his mouth on the way through it, to the other side of the yard and knock over the bird bath, than jump on me spilling my coffee down my shirt...LOL...this is just an example. Its not like he never gets attention. We have a huge fenced in back yard and the kids and I are always back there playing with him. Phoenix also, for some reason, will potty where ever he happens to be standing...on the concrete under the basketball hoop, in front of his kennel, right in front of the garage door, WHERE EVER... We get frusturated with him but also laugh because he is so adorible...maybe thats our first mistake. LOL more

Resolved Question: What you think of this Prince article?

John Nelson turns sixty-nine today, and all the semiretired piano man wants for his birthday is to shoot some pool with his firstborn son. "He's real handy with a cue," says Prince, laughing, as he threads his old white T-bird through his old black neighborhood toward his old man's house. "He's so cool. The old man knows what time it is." Hard time is how life has traditionally been clocked in North Minneapolis; this is the place 'Time' forgot twelve years ago when the magazine's cover trumpeted "The Good Life in Minnesota," alongside a picture of Governor Wendell Anderson holding up a walleye. Though tame and middle-class by Watts and Roxbury standards, the North Side offers some of the few mean streets in town. The old sights bring out more Babbitt than Badass is Prince as he leads a leisurely tour down the main streets of his inner-city Gopher Prairie. He cruises slowly, respectfully: stopping completely at red lights, flicking on his turn signal even when no one's at an intersection. Gone is the wary Kung Fu Grasshopper voice with which Prince whispers when meeting strangers or accepting Academy Awards. Cruising peacefully with the window down, he's proof in a paisley jump suit that you can always go home again, especially if you never really left town. Tooling through the neighborhood, Prince speaks matter-of-factly of why he toyed with early interviewers about his father and mother, their divorce and his adolescent wanderings between the homes of his parents, friends and relatives. "I used to tease a lot of journalists early on," he says, "because I wanted them to concentrate on the music and not so much on me coming from a broken home. I really didn't think that was important. What was important was what came out of my system that particular day. I don't live in the past. I don't play my old records for that reason. I make a statement, then move on to the next." The early facts, for the neo-Freudians: John Nelson, leader of the Prince Rogers jazz trio, knew Mattie Shaw from North Side community dances. A singer sixteen years John's junior, Mattie bore traces of Billie Holiday in her pipes and more than a trace of Indian and Caucasian in her blood. She joined the Prince Rogers trio, sang for a few years around town, married John Nelson and dropped out of the group. She nicknamed her husband after the band; the son who came in 1958 got the nickname on his birth certificate. At home and on the street, the kid was "Skipper." Mattie and John broke up ten years later, and Prince began his domestic shuttle. "That's where my mom lives," he says nonchalantly, nodding toward a neatly trimmed house and lawn. "My parents live very close by each other, but they don't talk. My mom's the wild side of me; she's like that all the time. My dad's real serene; it takes the music to get him going. My father and me, we're one and the same." A wry laugh. "He's a little sick, just like I am." "That was the church I went to growing up," says Prince. "I wonder who's getting married." A fat little kid waves, and Prince waves back. "Just all kinds of things here," he goes on, turning right. "There was a school right there, John Hay. That's where I went to elementary school," he says, pointing out a field of black tar sprouting a handful of bent metal basketball rims. "And that's where my cousin lives. I used to play there every day when I was twelve, on these streets, football up and down this block. That's his father out there on the lawn." These lawns are where Prince the adolescent would also amuse his friends with expert Prince is fiddling with the tape deck inside the T-Bird. On low volume comes his unreleased "Old Friends 4 Sale," an arrow-to-the-heart rock ballad about trust and loss. Unlike "Positively 4th Street" -- which Bob Dylan reputedly named after a nearby Minneapolis block -- the lyrics are sad, not bitter. "I don't know too much about Dylan," says Prince, "but I respect him a lot. 'All Along the Watchtower' is my favorite of his. I heard it first from Jimi Hendrix." He turns onto Plymouth, the North Side's main strip. When Martin Luther King got shot, it was Plymouth Avenue that burned. "We used to go to that McDonald's there," he says. "I didn't have any money, so I'd just stand outside there and smell stuff. Poverty makes people angry, brings out their worst side. I was very bitter when I was young. I was insecure and I'd attack anybody. I couldn't keep a girlfriend for two weeks. We'd argue about anything." Across the street from McDonald's, Prince spies a smaller landmark. He points to a vacant corner phone booth and remembers a teenage fight with a strict and unforgiving father. "That's where I called my dad and begged him to take me back after he kicked me out," he begins softly. "He said no, so I called my sister and asked her to ask him. So she did, and afterward told me that all I had to do was call him back, tell him I was sorry, and he's take me back. So I did, and he still said no. I sat crying at that phone booth for two hours. That's the last time I cried.In the years between that phone-booth breakdown and today's pool game came forgiveness. Says Prince, "Once I made it, got my first record contract, got my name on a piece of paper and a little money in my pocket, I was able to forgive. Once I was eating every day, I became a much nicer person." But it took many more years for the son to understand what a jazzman father needed to survive. Prince figured it out when he moved into his purple house. "I can be upstairs at the piano, and Rande [his cook] can come in," he says. "Her footsteps will be in a different time, and it's real weird when you hear something that's a totally different rhythm than what you're playing. A lot of times that's mistaken for conceit or not having a heart. But it's not. And my dad's the same way, and that's why it was hard for him to live with anybody. I didn't realize that until recently. When he was working or thinking, he had a private pulse going constantly inside him. I don't know, your bloodstream beats differently." Prince pulls the T-Bird into an alley behind a street of neat frame houses, stops behind a wooden one-car garage and rolls down the window. Relaxing against a tree is a man who looks like Cab Calloway. Dressed in a crisp white suit, collar and tie, a trim and smiling John Nelson adjusts his best cuff links and waves. "Happy birthday," says the son. "Thanks," says the father, laughing. Nelson says he's not even allowing himself a piece of cake on his birthday. "No, not this year," he says with a shake of the head. Pointing at his son, Nelson continues, "I'm trying to take off ten pounds I put on while visiting him in Los Angeles. He eats like I want to eat, but exercises, which I certainly don't." Father then asks son if maybe he should drive himself to the pool game so he won't have to be hauled all the way back afterward. Prince says okay, and Nelson, chuckling, says to the stranger, "Hey, let me show you what I got for my birthday two years ago." He goes over to the garage and gives a tug on the door handle. is a An "That. "We used parts of my past and present to make the story pop more, but it was a story. My dad wouldn't have nothing to do with guns. He never swore, still doesn't, and never drinks." Prince looks in his rearview mirror at the car tailing him. "He don't look sixty-nine, do he? He's so cool. He's got girlfriends, lots of 'em." Prince drives alongside two black kids walking their bikes. "Hey, Prince," says one casually. "Hey," says the driver with a nod, "how you doing?" Passing by old neighbors watering their lawns and shooting hoops, the North Side's favorite son talks about his hometown. "I wouldn't move, just cuz I like it here so much. I can go out and not get jumped on. It feels good not to be hassled when I dance, which I do a lot. It's not a think of everybody saying, 'Whoa, who's out with who here?' while photographers flash their bulbs in your face." Nearing the turnoff that leads from Minneapolis to suburban Eden Prairie, Prince flips in another tape and peeks in the rearview mirror. John Nelson is still right behind. "It's real hard for my father to show emotion," says Prince, heading onto the highway. "He never says, 'I love you,' and when we hug or something, we bang our heads together like in some Charlie Chaplin movie. But a while ago, he was telling me how I always had to be careful. My father told me, 'If anything happens to you, I'm gone.' All I thought at first was that it was a real nice thing to say. But then I thought about it for a while and realized something. That was my father's way of saying 'I love you.'" A few minutes later, Prince and his father pull in front of the Warehouse, a concrete barn in an Eden Prairie industrial park. Inside, the Family, a rock-funk band that Prince has been working with, is pounding out new songs and dance routines. The group is as tight as ace drummer Jellybean Johnson's pants. At the end of one hot number, Family members fall on their backs, twitching like fried eggs. Prince and his father enter to hellos from the still-gyrating band. Prince goes over to a pool table by the soundboard, racks the balls and shimmies to the beat of the Family's next song. Taking everything in, John Nelson gives a professional nod to the band, his son's rack job and his own just-chalked cue. He hitches his shoulders, takes aim and breaks like Minnesota Fats. A few minutes later, the band is still playing and the father is still shooting. Prince, son to this father and father to this band, is smiling. THE NIGHT BEFORE, in the Warehouse, Prince is about to break his three-year public silence. Wearing a jump suit, powder-blue boots and a little crucifix on a chain, he dances with the Family for a little while, plays guitar for a minute, sings lead for a second, then noodles four-handed keyboard with Susannah Melvoin, Wendy's identical-twin sister. Seeing me at the door, Prince comes over. "Hi," he whispers, offering a hand, "want something to eat or drink?" On the table in front of the band are piles of fruit and a couple bags of Doritos. Six different kinds of tea sit on a shelf by the wall. No drugs, no booze, no coffee. Prince plays another lick or two and watches for a few more minutes, then waves goodbye to the band and heads for his car outside the concrete barn. "I'm not used to this," mumbles Prince, staring straight ahead through the windshield of his parked car. "I really thought I'd never do interviews again." we drive for twenty minutes, talking about Minnesota's skies, air and cops. Gradually, his voice comes up, bringing with it inflections, hand gestures and laughs. faced icons of Yahweh or Lucifer. "We're here," Monroe to talk to. Indeed, if a real-estate agent led a tour through Prince's house, one would guess that the resident was, at most, a hip suburban surgeon who likes deep-pile carpeting. "Hi," says Rande, from the kitchen, "you got a couple of messages." Prince thanks her and offers up some homemade chocolate-chip cookies. He takes a drink from a water cooler emblazoned with a Minnesota North Stars sticker and continues the."This place," he says, "is not a prison. And the only things it's a shrine to are Jesus, love and peace." Off the kitchen is a living room that holds nothing your aunt wouldn't have in her house. On the mantel are framed pictures of family and friends, including one of John Nelson playing a guitar. There's a color TV and VCR, a long coffee table supporting a dish of jellybeans, and a small silver unicorn by the mantel. Atop the large mahogany piano sits an oversize white Bible. The only unusual thing in either of the two guest bedrooms is a two-foot statue of a smiling yellow gnome covered by a swarm of butterflies. One of the monarchs is flying out of a heart-shaped hole in the gnome's chest. "A friend gave that to me, and I put it in the living room," says Prince. "But some people said it scared them, so I took it out and put it in here." Downstairs from the living room is a narrow little workroom with recording equipment and a table holding several notebooks. "Here's where I recorded all of 1999," says Prince, "all right in this room." On a low table in the corner are three Grammys. "Wendy," says Prince, "has got the Academy Award." The work space leads into the master bedroom. It's nice. And...normal. No torture devices or questionable appliances, not even a cigarette butt, beer tab or tea bag in sight. A four-poster bed above plush white carpeting, some framed pictures, one of Marilyn Monroe. A small lounging area off the bedroom provides a stereo, a lake-shore view and a comfortable place to stretch out on the floor and talk. And talk he did -- his first interview in three years. A few hours later, Prince is kneeling in front of the VCR, showing his "Raspberry Beret" video. He explains why he started the clip with a prolonged clearing of the throat. "I just did it to be sick, to do something no one else would do." He pauses and contemplates. "I turned on MTV to see the premiere of 'Raspberry Beret' and Mark Goodman was talking to the guy who discovered the backward message on 'Darling Nikki.' They were trying to figure out what the cough meant too, and it was sort of funny." He pauses again. "But I'm not getting down on him for trying. I like that. I've always had little hidden messages, and I always will." He then plugs in a videocassette of "4 the Tears in Your Eyes," which he's just sent to the Live Aid folks for the big show. "I hope they like it," he said, shrugging his shoulders. change clothes." He comes back a couple minutes later wearing another paisley jump suit, "the only kind of clothes I own." And the boots? "People say I'm wearing heels because I'm short," he says, laughing. "I wear heels because the women like 'em." A FEW MINUTES LATER, driving toward the First Avenue club, Prince is talking about the fate of the most famous landmark in Minneapolis. "Before Purple Rain," he says, "all the kids who came to First Avenue knew us, and it was just like a big, fun fashion show. The kids would dress for themselves and just try to took really cool. Once you got your thing right, you'd stop looking at someone else. You'd be yourself, and you'd feel comfortable." As we pull up in front of First Avenue, a Saturday-night crowd is milling around outside, combing their hair, smoking cigarettes, holding hands. They stare with more interest than awe as Prince gets out of the car. "You want to go to the [VIP] booth?" asks the bouncer. "Naah," says Prince. "I feel like dancing." A few feet off the packed dance floor stands the Family, taking a night off from rehearsing. Prince joins the band and laughs, kisses, soul shakes. Prince and three of Family members wade through a floor of Teddy-and-Eleanor-Mondale-brand funkettes and start moving. Many of the kids Prince passes either don't see him or pretend they don't care. Most of the rest turn their heads slightly to see the man go by, then simply continue their own motions. An hour later, he's on the road again, roaring out of downtown. Just as he's asked if there's anything in the world that he wants but doesn't have, two blondes driving daddy's Porsche speed past. "I don't," Prince says with a giggle, "have them." He catches up to the girls, rolls down the window and throws a ping-pong ball that was on the floor at them. They turn their heads to see what kind of geek is heaving ping-pong balls at them on the highway at two in the morning. When they see who it is, mouths drop, hands wave, the horn blares. Prince rolls up his window, smiles silently and speeds by. more

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