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From Weapons to Wetlands
The Successful Cleanup of the Fernald Nuclear Site Introduction: Tell Me Your Vision The sounds were almost too soft to hear, but the message they carried was resounding. A few clicks on the computer keyboard, followed by 49 footsteps from one end of the small office complex to the other. And then it was done: a copyRead moreA Peaceful Brew
It is coffee. Coffee being brewed. Coffee beans being ground. Coffee set in small cups by the entrances to the Cotton Club or Caffe Ramona or Gallerija to tempt those passing by.Read moreOde To Miss Bramson
By Joseph Squitieri (my father) Of all the fishes in the sea, I’d rather be a bass. I’d swim about the sea all day and cut this English class. I care not for this poetry and less for Keats or Shelley; I’d rather be in Frank’s cafe with Flora, Ann or Nellie. IRead moreBumper Cars Highways
The good news finally came after weeks and weeks of waiting: our favorite room – the Safari Room – at our favorite bed-and-breakfast a mere stone’s throw away from our favorite amusement park was available the nights we had requested.Read moreBurying the Boots
A few years ago, like this March 5, that winter day was more like summer, making the drive to work unusually pleasant. Birds were singing instead of migrating. I was humming to a medley of unrecognizable hits that were skipping through my brain.Read moreIndiana University of Pennsylvania-Miller Field Indian, Pennsylvania
Good morning, Class of 2003. I stand before you today a very envious person. The great adventure is now about to begin for all of you. I now know how grand it can often be and every day I want to grab every minute I can to continue the symphony. Moments of realization, triumph, challenge, bounty and magic are waiting along the road. It is now time to begin to travel.Read moreFrogs Being Thankful
Over the last few days before the Thanksgiving Holiday, the Frogs shared a few of the things they are thankful for.Read moreThe Story of the Golden Goose
The Golden Goose once ruled the world. She made up all of the Egyptian dances up and her sarcophagus is buried in a parking lot now.Read moreChapter One: Ulysses Grant never looked more handsome
It was raining outside of Puffy’s. No surprise. It had been raining all over the city for the last four days. When it slowed to a sprinkle, people pretended the sun was out, closed their umbrella and acted like they were dry. Except for Ron Guerriero. He was hardly wet at all, sitting ina carRead moreBrian Hart tells the reality
MONDAY, MAY 09, 2005 Food for thought on Squitieri firing Brian Hart writes in to Romenesko: Tom Squitieri was evidently forced to resign [from USA Today] over a quote from me which I have related to several reporters. It concerned a phone call in October 2003 from my son in Iraq a week before heRead moreUSA Today reporter discusses Condit-Levy relationship
July 5, 2001 Posted: 8:57 PM EDT (0057 GMT) Tom Squitieri USA Today reporter Tom Squitieri has been reporting on missing Washington intern Chandra Levy and looking into her relationship with Rep. Gary Condit. He spoke to CNN anchor Joie Chen on Thursday about what his reporting has turned up. CHEN: You have talked toRead moreMr. Polar Polar
Mr. Polar Polar Mr. Polar Polar, how are you? Come to My House and not the zoo. Mr. Polar Polar, your fur is white, Come to my house to fly a kite. Mr. Polar Polar, your nose is black, Come to my house to scratch your back. Mr. Polar Polar, your tongue is pink. ComeRead more
Mr. Polar Polar
Mr. Polar Polar, how are you?
Come to My House and not the zoo.
Mr. Polar Polar, your fur is white,
Come to my house to fly a kite.
Mr. Polar Polar, your nose is black,
Come to my house to scratch your back.
Mr. Polar Polar, your tongue is pink.
Come to my house to have a drink.
Mr. Polar Polar, your eyes are green,
Come to my house for some ice cream.
Mr. Polar Polar, your tail is brown,
Come to my house and be a clown.
Mr. Polar Polar, your toes are puce,
Come to my house for some orange juice.
Mr. Polar Polar your belly is yellow,
Come to my house to have some jello.
Mr. Polar Polar, your heart is red.
Come to my house and smuggle in bed.
Mr. Polar Polar, your ears are purple,
Come to my house and have a slurple.
Mr. Polar Polar, your feet are blue,
Come to my house ‘cause I love you.