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The Detroit Pistons have reportedly made Avery Bradley available in trade discussions as the trade deadline approaches, according to ESPN’s Adrian Wojnarowski.

Bradley, who played for the Boston Celtics for seven years before being dealt to Detroit this offseason in exchange for Marcus Morris, will be a free agent after this season. Per Wojnarowski’s report, the Pistons are concerned they might lose Bradley for nothing after a lackluster season. Detroit started the year well but has fallen off a cliff recently, dropping their last eight games,
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and they are now several games out of the playoff race.

Bradley will likely have many interested suitors in on the trade market. A lock down on ball defender, he is also making 38.1 percent of his 3 pointers this season. That type of two way ability could make him attractive to contenders looking for postseason help around the deadline. Wojnarowski noted Bradley could command a big salary next year, but he might run into a dry free agent market there won’t be many buyers with money to throw around next season, especially for a slightly undersized shooting guard whose on/off defensive numbers have been disappointing given his reputation for a few years now.

Ex Celtics have had a tough 2017 18 season. Bradley hasn’t been a great fit in Detroit, while Jae Crowder and Isaiah Thomas have both struggled significantly with the Cleveland Cavaliers. Even the draft assets Boston flipped haven’t worked out particularly well for their new teams the Brooklyn Nets pick the Cavaliers acquired for Kyrie Irving is currently eighth in the league, and Markelle Fultz’s shot continues to look broken in Philadelphia.
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The place is Aklavik, a tiny village in the Mackenzie River Delta in the northwest corner of Canada’s Northwest Territories and the man called himself Albert Johnson. He was dubbed “the mad trapper of Rat River” and was the fugitive in the most bizarre and dramatic manhunt in Canada’s history.

To this day, little light has been shed on the real identity of the strange man who was finally gunned down in the mid winter snows in Eagle River, Yukon on February 17, 1932.

To appreciate the degree of superhuman endurance, tenacity, cunning, savagery, desperation, mystery, ingenuity and suspense associated with the death of Albert Johnson, the reader must first appreciate the circumstances and conditions under which the events took place.

This is the great Mackenzie River Valley and the entire drama was played out in the killing sub zero temperatures of the mid winter darkness above the Arctic Circle.

For 48 days, a lone man withstood all attempts of a combined force of Royal Canadian Mounted Police assisted by Indian and white trappers to apprehend him for wounding a police officer.

The chase encompassed 240 kms. While Johnson travelled on snowshoes and broke trail, his pursuers used dog teams and were further aided by an aircraft and radio communication.

The forest and tundra of Arctic Canada is one of the most demanding environments on earth. This is the homeland of the Loucheux Indian.

The forest dwelling Loucheux, whose livelihood depends almost entirely on hunting, fishing and trapping, are acknowledged to be the most skilled hunters in the Arctic forests.

The inherent dangers associated with a semi nomadic existence in this remote and demanding Arctic environment make such high levels of skill tantamount to survival.

A white man, to survive in the high Arctic forests, had to be able bodied, keen of mind and experienced in the ways of wilderness living.

Albert Johnson was admirably well suited for the rigorous life of the high north trapper and prospector.

Johnson appeared in the Fort McPherson area on the Peel River around 1931. The taciturn stranger with the cold pale blue eyes was soon regarded as an unsociable loner who preferred his own company and the solitude of a cabin or bush camp.

In the sparsely populated river valleys of Canada’s Arctic, this was strange and unseemly behavior where friendly and social interchange was the basic fabric of life.

The cold eyed stranger’s surly silence in this already silent and lonely land made people uneasy.

A Mountie was obliged to question Johnson as a result of a formal complaint lodged against him by two Loucheux trappers. It was ascertained that Johnson refused to acknowledge or say a single word when the Mountie visited his lonely cabin on Rat River.

When the same officer returned with a search warrant several days later, Johnson, still without saying a word, shot and seriously wounded the constable.

On the third occasion, a heavily armed posse laid siege to his cabin for three days. They even used dynamite to blow the roof off and dislodge the trapper from his cabin but to no avail. He fired round for round and for the third time forced his attackers to retire for further supplies and to plan a subsequent assault.

Radio reports of the confrontation between the taciturn trapper and the famed mounted police force of Canada’s Arctic had reached the outside world and had fired up the interest of North Americans.

It has been stated that the daily reports of the chase and periodic shoot outs hastened the public acceptance of radio as a medium for blow by blow news coverage.

When a larger and better equipped posse was again ready to confront Johnson, it was learned he had abandoned his damaged cabin at Rat River. He had disappeared on foot into the frigid white world of the vast Mackenzie River Valley.

The wilderness trained Mounties, the Loucheux and white trappers live by sight, sound and a sixth sense, they interpret what they see and hear. Even the seemingly indefatigable and super elusive Albert Johnson must leave tracks in the winter snows.

A week passed before the Mounties found a faint trace of the trapper’s trail and resumed pursuit.

He was found, a gun battle ensued and a Mountie was shot dead by Johnson. He then scaled an ice covered canyon wall and disappeared once more into the twilight of the Arctic wilderness.
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An upstart Wall Street shoe shine shop doesn’t want to be known as the Hooters of footwear, but its business model does beg a comparison. Proprietor Kevin White opened the store because he was tired of getting his shoes shined by stony faced men in “run down, hole in the wall” shops.

The Wall Street district, he figured, was sorely in need of a shoe shine place with some pizzazz. And what better way to spice things up than to hire a staff of outgoing young women in short shorts and tank tops?

So in March, he opened Star Shine NYC near the New York Stock Exchange. To set itself apart from its stodgier brethren, Star Shine features scantily clad female shoe shiners and flat screen TVs tuned to sports channels.

“I’ve definitely heard the comparison to Hooters,” said Star Shine employee Samantha “Sam” Nazario, 23, a self described feminist and actress who writes horror fiction. “We’re not Hooters. [Star Shine] is well within my comfort zone.”

“The whole business model is based on having females give shoe shines,” said White, 55, who worked at an engineering firm in the financial district before opening Star Shine with his 30 year old son, also named Kevin White. White senior emphasizes that the womens’ personalities are more important than their looks. “The number one priority is for them to be very personable and outgoing.” But all of them happen to be very attractive as well.

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None of the women he hired knew how to shine shoes when they applied, so White brought in an expert to train them. Neither White nor his employees would say how much they are getting paid, beyond the fact that it’s an hourly wage plus tips.

“The bottom line is they have to give a good shoe shine,” said White, who’s also booking private events including corporate affairs and bar mitzvahs.

The father son team plan to kick the Star Shine experience up a notch by serving wine and beer. They expect to have their liquor license approved within two weeks.

A beer and a shine will cost $10. sharp.

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Right now,
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Star Shine is running a “summer special” of $4 shines, down from the usual price of $5, while the neighboring shoe shop owned by Mike Shimunoff charges just $3. Shimunoff, who’s been in business there for 10 years, does have a female staffer shining shoes, but she’s wearing more clothing than the nearby Star Shiners.

He shrugs off the new competition. “For me, no problem, because my customers come for me,” said Shimunoff.

One of his customers, attorney Steven Pugliese, said that while he understands the “incentive for a lot of people” to visit Star Shine, he is going to stick with Shimunoff.

“I’ve been coming here for years getting my shoes shined,” said Pugliese. “I’m not going to change and have some girls in hot shorts shine my shoes.”

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LOS ANGELES After pirouetting for hours on the set of “Black Swan,” Natalie Portman would sometimes remove her pointe shoes, towel the sweat off of her brow and be met by a disapproving critique from director Darren Aronofsky.

“He’d say, ‘Oh, Mila is doing really well on her stuff. She’s so much better than you,'” the 29 year old actress said, referring to her costar, Mila Kunis. “Darren would tell us things about each other to try to make us jealous. I think he was trying to create a rivalry in real life between us.”

That Aronofsky may have tried to stoke competition between his lead actresses is understandable envy is at the core of “Black Swan,” a mystical ballet thriller in theaters Friday about an uptight dancer named Nina (Portman) who becomes obsessed by the threat posed by blithe new company member Lily (Kunis). The young women are vying for the lead role in “Swan Lake,” and while Nina can perfectly encapsulate the virtue of the white swan, she struggles to convey the sinister, sexual nature intrinsic to the black swan that seems to come naturally to Lily.

Although Portman and Kunis were longtime friends they often hung out together in Los Angeles, watching “Top Chef” or sifting through vintage wares at the Rose Bowl Flea Market the director kept the two apart for nearly the entire 42 day filming process.

“We were really great friends before production. We are really great friends now. And during production, we were working together,” Kunis, 27, explained.

Aronofsky denied fueling a rivalry but said he distanced the actresses so that they couldn’t discuss their respective acting approaches.

“I knew it might be really hard to keep them apart because they’re friends, but I just didn’t want them to know each other’s motives,” he said. “I didn’t want them to compare notes. I wanted them to come from different places.”

Aronofsky, the filmmaker behind “Requiem for a Dream” and the 2008 Mickey Rourke comeback picture “The Wrestler,” had his own foes to overcome to get “Black Swan” made. He decided nearly a decade ago that he wanted to do a film about the ballet world, but several ideas and scripts bogged down in development and the project lost and regained financing numerous times.

The director first met with Portman when she was 20. She had taken ballet classes as a girl and had always imagined she’d be a dancer if she weren’t an actress, so she was struck by Aronofky’s idea. As “Black Swan” remained in limbo, she acted in other movies, such as Zach Braff’s “Garden State” and two “Star Wars” films.

While Portman was long slated for the movie, Kunis (best known for her role on the long running sitcom “That ’70s Show”) was brought in only months before production began. Portman, who knew that Kunis had dance experience, recommended her friend to Aronofsky. He had seen Kunis in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall,” and the two met via iChat. A few online video conversations later, he had hired her.

But from that point forward, the actresses had little interaction. Their lack of conversation is particularly interesting, considering they largely play the same character for much of the film. As Nina becomes paranoid about Lily stealing her role, she begins to have delusions sometimes she believes she’s looking at Lily, only to realize she’s visualizing a darker and more liberated version of herself. The fluidity of that relationship culminates in a heated sex scene between the young women, which is teased in the movie’s trailer and has for months been the subject of media fascination.

It was one of the few scenes the actresses shot together, and Portman whose character also masturbates in the film described it as “super awkward.”

“I remember the first time we did it, we were both sort of embarrassed and not going for it,” she said, sipping vegetable broth at the Polo Lounge in Beverly Hills. “And Darren was like, ‘Listen. If you go for it,
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you’re not going to have to do it again. If you get all embarrassed and hesitate, you’re gonna have to do it 400 times.'”

Both women would prefer the interest be focused elsewhere like on the rigorous physical preparation they put into transforming into near professional ballerinas. Even as the film struggled to get off the ground because of financial issues, Portman began training five to eight hours a day with a ballet instructor. She spent time in barre class, swam a mile each day, did toning and muscle strengthening exercises and sharply reduced her calorie intake.

“Darren claims he never said this, but he definitely was like, ‘How thin do you think you can get without being sick?'” Portman said. She apparently took that order so seriously that the director later began to fret over her shrinking frame.

“At a certain point in the middle of the ballet stuff, I thought she was getting way too skinny and I started to make her eat. It started to get scary, and she was starting to look too thin,” Aronofsky admitted. “But when you work in the world of ballet, these women are so tiny. I just didn’t want her to get hurt, so we surrounded her with the right health people.”

Both she and Kunis, already short and slight, lost 20 pounds before production even began.

“I looked like Gollum,” Kunis joked, referring to the emaciated, bug eyed creature from “Lord of the Rings.” She said she got down to 98 pounds. “I did not veer off the diet. I got one day off on my birthday, and I did have a root beer float. My ballet instructor was like, ‘Here’s your present!'”

The women each suffered injuries during production Portman dislocated her rib and Kunis dislocated her shoulder and tore two ligaments but continued dancing despite them.

“She was really living the life of a ballerina in many ways because of the way she was training and that sacrifice,” said Portman’s dance teacher, Mary Helen Bowers. “We would meet many days at 5 in the morning, she would go and work a 12 hour day on set and then meet me at the ballet studio or gym afterwards. She wasn’t going out with the cast and having beers. It was a different kind of work experience. And I think that’s really the life of the dancer. It’s so hard on you physically that you just can’t really live a normal life.”

Portman had imagined that there would be strong parallels between the worlds of acting and dance but found herself startled by the particularly cutthroat environment of ballet. Especially because in the last few years, she said, she’s begun to abandon her own jealous instincts particularly when she’s up against another young actress for a part.

“It’s age, dude,” she said of her growing self acceptance. “I’ve definitely had competitive moments, but I think the difference is now that I really feel like I know who I am. I think a lot of girls have this thing where if you’re in a bar, you sort of size up the other girls in the place to be like, ‘Who is my competition?’ And that’s not even in my mind anymore. If someone is, like, ‘I don’t know whether I should hire Natalie or blahblah,’ I’m like, ‘You don’t know what you want.’ I am who I am, and I like who I am.”

Her confidence impressed Barbara Hershey, who plays Nina’s overbearing mother in the film.

“At 29, I was not together like Natalie is together,” Hershey said. “The fact that she was kind always and never complained and was always even with everybody, that was impressive. It was a lot to shoulder, this film. And while all actors would dream to have parts like that,
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the actuality of doing it is another thing.”

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Because he retired 25 years ago, anyone under the age of 40 will have little to no recollection of him as a player. But those who do will remember a wonderfully elegant, thoroughbred, Rolls Royce of a defender, who had pace and vision and coupled that with a never say die resolve. He was tough lord knows you had to be back then yet in an era which specialised in brutal centre halves, Mark was anything but. He was hard and clever in equal measure. In many ways he was like a modern defender, tasked with bringing the ball out of defence and keeping possession, and he was bloody good at it.

It was no coincidence that his arrival at Liverpool in 1981 led to an incredibly successful period. That season, Liverpool won the League title and the League Cup, then retained both for another two seasons, becoming only the third club in history to win three titles in a row. They also added the club fourth European Cup in 1984. He was also a much loved Ireland international.

He been on our screens and radio since 1992 and spent many years in punditry partnership with ex teammate and fellow centre half, Alan Hansen. While over the years, some have felt he was too downbeat, others like myself saw a man who wasn afraid to put a brake on the hyperbole and hero worship all too prevalent in modern football. He got better and better as the years roll by. Lawro stands out against the froth ocracy who want to whip everything up into something fantastic when we know it isn He doesn flip flop and he not easily impressed. And I sure that why he always in work. There nothing fake about him, nor is there any overly polished media trained blandness. He honest and straightforward and seems content in his own skin, and that gives the viewer or listener a sense of relaxed certainty.

As the years have gone on, even many of his erstwhile critics have fallen back in love with him, in the same way many of us did with Andy Townsend. We all had a drink. We all older. Now we understand that none of this is worth a hill of beans. All that matters is that we have a good time and get on with loving, rather than hating.

He a unique presence and he brings something very different to the party. Primarily sarcasm, at which he is absolutely brilliant. Also, as a big radio fan, I think you can tell the good guys from the rest. It is such an in your ear, nowhere to hide medium that the vibe between commentator and co comm is very discernible and it always feels like everyone is happy that Lawro is there. He paints with a colour that is all his own.

I must say, if you only see or hear him on TV, you are missing out on some gold on 5 live. If you got a couple of hours to fill, especially on a Sunday, get Lawro in. He can spin gold until the next news break like no one else.

He has that classic, ever so slightly camp Lancashire accent that is the sonic equivalent of a cynically raised eyebrow. The fact that most sentences end with a downbeat gives a lot of what he says a sceptical tone but, importantly, not in a crushingly negative way. Pleasingly, he not one for any modern linguistic nonsense like the rising inflective or starting every sodding sentence with I bet both of those things annoy the living daylights out of him almost as much as Twitter does. If you ever hear him say the word Twitter, it is always with acidic, withering contempt.

He a really good storyteller, able to give rhythm and pacing to a tale from his footballing past. And of course he is legendary for puns and terrible jokes. Again, this sets him apart. Yes they are awful and yes he knows they awful, but they are a unique colour in the tapestry of football life.

I always loved his one word responses to commentators:

looks in pain. Do you think he badly hurt, Mark? with as much stating the obvious certainty as possible. course, being a man of 60 years, having grown up in an era where life was considerably less sensitive and very much more brutal, any football person is going to occasionally commit a gaffe which will set Twitter alight and cause accusations of said football person being a very bad man. So Mark has done well to body swerve a proper big boo boo, though 2011 Benders playing against London clubs, that unusual, comment must have made a few BBC knees tremble.

But y making jokes is a tough business. Someone is always the butt of a joke, and in today hysterical environment where being offended has been turned into a lifestyle, and where such offence is prime steak to a media forever looking for meat to feast upon, to even attempt humour while broadcasting is seriously dangerous and not just a little rock roll.

His ability to end a sentence with in order to contradict his previous statement makes him a kind Wayne World of football. Not.

Also likes to end a sentence with he/did he not? For example: started out as a striker, did he not? This is a good technique for discussions because it makes a statement and then invites others to come in. And he most definitely loves a definitely too.

His predictions of Liverpool results are legendary because he never casts them as losers. This annoys the hell out of people, but what they failing to understand is that he doesn care. He appreciates that the whole thing is a nonsense and to be cross about such a thing is daft. He knows he is the only sane man in the madhouse.

One of our fine commentators got in touch to say this about Lawro:

is a man who, unlike many other so called experts, actually goes to matches, and is totally genuine. There no false are you mate when you catch up with him.

knows the game and loves the game. Plus he actually knows your name, which is terrific. At a funeral of a dearly loved Radio 5 colleague we all met in a pub beforehand, Lawro had already covered in advance whatever the bar bill would come to, but you only knew that when you attempted to pay, he certainly wasn going to mention it.

I had to choose a meal with any ex footballers now working in the media he be at the head of the table first name on the team sheet. that absolutely heartwarming?

is a great guy to work with. Very funny and a brilliant storyteller. You sometimes forget he was a big player in a historically great team. No airs and graces. Always gets a round in. suspect a crucial aspect to being a successful long serving football pundit is to be a good team player, a good tourist and be very clubbable. And clearly, Mark is all of those things.

Famously had a lush for many years. Is one of those men who, even after shaving off the fungus, seems like he actually still a mustachioed man. Clothing is just distinct enough to be memorable but not fashionable enough to express vanity or self regard. Only gets as ostentatious as wearing a stripey shirt with a white collar. Must own all manner of sensible, well made, moderately expensive menswear. Dark cashmere coats, plain heavyweight cotton tailored shirts, maybe even a pale pink polo shirt for the golf. Possibly has just one pair of very expensive leather shoes which will see him through most of a decade.

It may surprise under 40s to know that Mark was a dashing, rather rock roll looking man in his youth, he also had incredibly wide shoulders.

It inevitable when you a distinctive, characterful, colourful broadcaster that you will annoy some people. That is one of the qualifications you need to have to be great at the job. No one made good being middle of the road.

To be interesting you have to be who you are, you have to strike a distinctive tone. I think there is such joy in embracing all things Lawro and many people agree. When I asked on Twitter for comments, I got loads. I think he has a lot of secret fans people who know it not cool to like Lawro in the way it is to like James Horncastle but who nonetheless feel nothing but good vibes when he on radio or TV. I think these comments perfectly express what we enjoy about the man. Some are very funny.

imagine he a very dry wit and excellent company off screen. I gone full circle with him, and think he ace again of late. He does also, most definitely, know his stuff if that sort of thing matters to you. met him personally a couple of times, couldn hope to meet a nicer guy. felt that no football match he was covering could affect the mood he happened to be in that day. Loved him for that! love him to release spoken in the same style as Telly Savalas. Thinks he the king of laconic humour. I do love him not in the way he probably appreciate. cynical when doing co comms, but usually works out quite funny. That sort of his thing now. Has improved from his misery stage of a few years ago. complaints while watching a dire 0 0 Euros group game (for example) are just hilarious. In the era of Sky hype it quite a nice antidote. He better on radio, and refreshingly humble about his own playing career. me of an elderly, but good natured snail. commentated and analysed games as if he was suffering from a dark rum induced hangover. fairness his grumpiness and biblically hysterical 1 1 predictions for big games is hilarious. Dad jokes are something to behold. hair looks like the roof of a cottage. was a truly wonderful player in today market he would be worth many, many millions. I feel it is his self deprecation that stops people remembering quite how good he was. As a pundit he has a Sancho Panza role of broad humour, insight and saying what he thinks. Nice. the greatest comm/co comm badinage in the Croatia qualifier in 07. Croatia take the lead again at 3 2 and England look abject. Motty loses his sht after a period of silence; something Mark! can John! Loved him since then! occasionally a bit too knowing, but a sense of humour and a back catalogue aren to be dismissed on having a good commentator to with. Loves the game, as passionate and blinkered as all of us. a bit of work on Irish radio on Saturdays and always talks sense, with plenty of Lawroisms thrown in. our younger readers an absolute thoroughbred of a centre half. Like if David Luiz was being controlled by Ronnie Moran instead of know. the greatest day the world has ever known (Birmingham Carling Cup win) his famous sense of humour hit heights never before seen. is 6 when standing and 5 when jumping. For that alone, I shall always love him. I happily have a pint with him after that. the one hand he’s a caricature, a relic from a punditry age gone by, but then I hear him on Irish radio and he fully up to speed with the modern game. His sarky comments on co comms are glorious too. legend in his own lifetime. Bumped into him at the CL Final in Rome 2009. Happily posed for photos with a load of beer up United fans. Including me. Given the result, was a highlight of the trip. greater joys than hearing him laugh uproariously, half off mic, to the witty aside of his comms partner during a dreary dead rubber World Cup stalemate. man, he is so entertaining for his absolute grumpiness and the glimpse of any poor defending. And his sense of pride that is so visible every time he makes what he thinks is the funniest joke ever. And where would he be without his brilliant predictions each week. Legend. to annoy the hell out of me, but like a kidney stone, passed through. Now I quite like him like an older Andy Townsend in that respect. misanthropic co comms were sometimes a very accurate reflection of the dirge he was watching. love Lawro. He biased, grumpy and gives awful puns but like your uncle he knows way more than you and can tell you so with just a sideways glance. be lauded for his use of truly unique character amidst a sea of identikit flotsam. Has the air of a man who discovered the elixir and isn about to share it with the likes of you or I. is a unique voice and presence among the punditocracy. There is, was and will only ever be one Lawro. across as genuine when he being grumpy, unlike other pundits who are deliberately trying to be controversial. Clearly loves the game and his bluntness is sometimes a nice antidote to all the hype. Another one of those people who are better on the radio than the TV. these quotes from Lawro re his role as defensive coach at Newcastle under Keegan: did absolutely nothing. Honestly I did absolutely nothing but my CV looks great because we finished second and got into the Champions League. I trained every day I was first pick of the staff in the five a side! I got myself fit and all that and after three months I said to Kevin I earning money under false pretences here Self deprecating and disarmingly honest to a fault. has the air of someone who was in ELO and fell out with both Jeff Lynne AND Roy Wood. Probably even Bev Bevan. sartorial taste and terrible puns when Valencia keeper Canizares dropped a bottle of aftershave on his foot, Lawrenson remarked the injury had his chances of a move to Cologne Easy to forget what a superlative defender he was. played him Andy Cole song on Football Focus in the week of its release, asked Lawro his opinion and he just wearily shook his head and said toilet liked Lawrenson. One of my first newspaper jobs as a temp was to call him out of the blue and ask some rubbish questions. He was very, very nice about it. (Barney Ronay) Mark when I did a Five Live Premier League preview show in February 2015 he was lovely. I also spotted him write my name down on a piece of paper after I introduced myself so he wouldn forget it and could reference me by name during the show. Which he did often. (Sachin Nakrani)

I fervently hope that Mark is in our lives for many years yet, because there no one else who can express being unimpressed or disgruntled in quite so magnificent a manner. I leave you with 5 live absolute commentating star, Ian Dennis, who got in touch to say this.

is a joy to work with. He is so easygoing, no ego whatsoever. His career both on and off the pitch speaks for itself, especially when you consider his longevity as a pundit. He so modest, what people might not know is how generous he is in every respect. Funny, kind, modest, a genuine top bloke and it always a pleasure to be in his company. we should all hope to be so well regarded. To all doubters, I say free your mind: Lawro is a national treasure and lord knows we will miss him when he gone.

Better still, he probably hate all these nice things being said about him because, like all us Northerners, he built to resist hate, not to accept love. But love it be. Cheers Lawro!
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“After she mooned them for a few seconds, Mueffelmann told police, “Jessica and Cleyfi appeared very startled and alarmed.”ROFLMAO!!!!!3/5/2008 12:22:26 AM

There is a time and place for everything, and that is called college! I guess that is the place to do your mooning. Who needs other humour papers, we have the Daily Onion! At least now I know what killed my grandmother at FMM, it was probably a PBA! I still remember one of my last visits there, Granny was pointing to this pruny old naked lady (who would throw off all covers they tried to put on her) and stating, “She’s crazy!
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” Ok, grandma, thanks for overstating the obvious. Where did Jarvis and Alvarado go to nursing school, Prude State University? I guess PSU didn’t offer much in the way of anatomy classes! Or, social get togethers which included alcohol! Excuse me, I am laughing so hard I must go to the rest room. If you want to moon somebody, moon Amtrak! Very popular in summer along the Colorado River. We cannot have people exposing their butts. It’s very offensive.3/5/2008 6:14:27 AM

This is the biggest waste of tax payer dollars I have ever seen!3/5/2008 6:19:29 AM

Valiant Police To The Rescue!Maidens in distress!Two Nurses see something alarming they had never seen before!A woman’s buttocks! Oh My!3/5/2008 6:50:32 AM

I guess when you work at a senior care facility your most likely to see moons with more “character’,
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so no wonder they were alarmed.3/5/2008 6:58:44 AM

This goes to prove there is no more humor,laughter, silliness left in anyone anymore. Im sure this Jarvis and Alverado do not think anything is funny and are just sick of cleaning bedpans and smelling corn cooking in the cafeteria. I hope them well, back to there boring routine and hope they never laugh at anything ever.

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The end. Such a sad place for a story to begin. Brian Love was the best snowboarder on the mountain captain of the University of Virginia snowboarding team, in fact on Feb. 1, 2005, the day he slammed into a tree during a practice run at Wintergreen Resort in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The tree was a small one maybe five inches in diameter and none of his teammates saw the accident, but the coroner surmised that he died instantly, probably from a ruptured aorta. He was only 22. But we’ll move on now and tell you all about who he was, starting with the fact that he was the firstborn child and the only son of Carmel’s Susan Love, who will run today’s Big Sur International Marathon wearing a T shirt bearing his photograph. She quietly did the same thing last year, and the year before just three months after his death winning her age division (55 59) each time. Two years after the tragedy, she says it hasn’t gotten any easier to live without him. “But I think you have two choices when something like this happens: You either choose to go on, or you don’t,” she explains. “What I’ve discovered is that the coping, for me, involves getting more involved with running in every capacity: my work (she’s a full time employee of the Big Sur International Marathon), my sport (she’s run 32 previous marathons), my passion (she has a part time career as a motivational speaker, inspiring people to run). For me, everything is about running, and that’s where I’m focused right now.” Part of Love’s job with the Big Sur International Marathon is overseeing 4,200 children in the “Just Run” program, designed to promote healthy lifestyles in young people. Those kids, as a group, have jogged over 104,000 miles already this year. He was a 4.0 student at Virginia, about to graduate Magna Cum Laude with a degree in neuroscience basically the study of how the human brain works, and why it thinks the way it does. He wrote two books a fantasy adventure (ironically entitled “A Collision in Time”), and a compilation of his own poetry as a senior at Carmel High (Class of 2001), where, because he took advanced placement courses, his GPA was 4.2 on the 4.0 scale. He was an accomplished musician (clarinet and saxophone) good enough to perform at the Monterey Jazz Festival. He was a gifted photographer. He was in student government. He taught surfing and kayaking every summer at La Jolla Cove. He led hiking and mountain climbing excursions for the University of Virginia’s Outdoors Club. He was a martial artist with a second degree brown belt. He was a biker, a rollerblader, a rock climber, a skydiver, a skimboarder. And what a snowboarder. Less than two weeks before his accident, Brian won the men’s Giant Slalom event at Sugar Mountain in North Carolina. Days after his death, he received a letter from a major equipment company that had decided to sponsor his career. “He was an incredible snowboarder the best I’ve known, actually and he was number one in the conference,” said a teammate, Erin Houlihan. He was a kid with big plans enormous, in fact. He wanted to attend grad school at the University of San Diego, which has the best neuroscience department in the country. At the time of his death, he was planning a 2,000 mile kayaking journey down the coast of Mexico. He was also secretly training to run a marathon as a surprise for his mother. “He asked me for a new pair of running shoes that year for Christmas, so these are the last shoes I ever bought him,
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” she says, holding a snowy white pair of Mizunos. died, the shockwaves that rolled across the University of Virginia campus were startling. Brian, it turns out, was better at being a great guy than he was at all of those other things. “In the weeks following the incident, my inbox was flooded with e mails about Brian. I’ve never seen so many e mails on a single topic,” a classmate, Adam Reinhard, wrote in a letter to Susan. “I couldn’t bring myself to delete any of them, so they sat, stored, waiting for me every time I logged on to my web mail. Finally, I decided I had to print them out and send them to you, so you could see how much Brian’s life meant to UVA. He was the first person to befriend me on the ski team, and he drove me to Wintergreen twice a week during my first season on the team. When he died, I was struck by how much he and I had yet to do together. I just wanted you to know what a difference your son made in the life of this lonely student at Virginia.” Another classmate wrote, “You never know how many lives your littlest actions or gifts might affect. Brian has shown us all that. Thank you, B Love, for the time that you led us and the paths that you showed us. Earth, and now heaven, are better places for your presence.” Brian raised money for an organization called “Arc of the Piedmont,” which benefits mentally challenged children and adults. (His friends have changed the name of an annual fundraising run to “The Run For Love 5K.”) His postgraduation plans included an excursion to a third world country, where he intended to do whatever he could to help impoverished people. Susan Love points to a basket in her living room filled with 300 cards and letters of condolence. More than two years after her son’s accident, they’re still coming. But she still can’t read most of them, nor can she watch any of the many DVDs his friends have sent. would have wanted for his mother, or his now 22 year old sister, Amy (a senior at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo), is unhappiness. “I didn’t wake up one morning and say, ‘Darn it, this is the day I’m going to turn things around and stop feeling so devastated.’ It wasn’t like that,” Susan says. “But my daughter, my son and I have always been doers, and we’ve always taken a lot of pride in what each other has done. I guess I feel a need for my children to still be proud of me, and I know he’d want me to go on, and keep accomplishing things the way he did. He accomplished so much in his 22 years more than I’ll ever achieve in my lifetime and I want to honor that. So that part of my life hasn’t changed there’s just a little bit of a veil over it now.” She says she eventually wants to use Brian’s almost new running shoes in her motivational speeches. That’s probably going to be a tear jerking experience for her, she says, but she’s going to do it anyway to help people win the mind over body battle that all marathon runners fight as they try to finish a 26 mile, 385 yard course. “Brian’s shoes are an image people can ponder as they’re running,” she says. “I’m going to tell them that no matter what befalls them during the race, visualize these shoes, and appreciate every single step of every mile. What are you going to complain about? You’re out there. You’re experiencing. You’ve got miles ahead of you, steps to take. You’re running the most beautiful marathon in the world. The Mountain Resort

By Brian J. Love I meditate on the cool air with every step I take. While the melted snow puddles under my feet freeze my thoughts of trampled bricks wet with envy. Time ceases and excitement grows. The low hum of the chair lifts raise souls to the heavens. And the frosty air focuses all attention on my soul, waiting to be released from the earth and into the powder sky. I pass rows of skis and snowboards gazing at every passerby in hopes of finding their owner. Maybe in hopes of finding anyone. Anyone willing to strip off their chains and ride with them. I have my board and he loves me. We walk through the portal that is the resort center, and into the white happiness that takes us into another world. This resort is a gateway to a higher place. It elevates my board and me.
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So the breaking news here isn’t Kate Moss’ fresh eye grazing fringe. (But honestly, her hot bangs could be the news, if only because every tween and lesser starlet will soon be scrambling to the salon for a chop. Kate is the sexy after all.)

What I really want to talk about is her shiny new holiday collection for Topshop. The minidresses, sheer tops, and waistcoasts hit stores and the web Thursday. Not every piece is a grand style slam (A sequined kerchief? Really?), but the best looks scream party, preferably with fake snow, glittery disco ball, and plenty of eggnog.

I am a bona fide bargain hunter. I’m not ashamed. I’m not ashamed of the Joe’s jeans I got for $45 at Marshall’s. Or of the Furla bag I scooped up from the lower reaches of Filene’s Basement’s discount rack for a cool $50.

Nothing gets me more jazzed than a good deal, that’s for sure. And because I know there are some fellow penny pinchers out there, I’ll let you in on a little secret: enroll in the VIP club at the Wrentham Outlets. It’s free to join and gets you coupons and discounts to several stores at the shopping mecca.

Case in point: This weekend I landed a pair of sweet Banana Republic “Luella” boots on the cheap. (Close your eyes and imagine the boots at left are black, ok?) True, they are last season. But with a 25% off in store sale and a 15% off VIP coupon, the oultet price of $129 for the pair came down to $75. Not too shabby.

If I haven’t made it obvious by now, I love birds. I love wall hangings of sparrows, silver necklaces with owl charms, birds on my t shirts, on my plates, on my pillows. But, lest you think I live in an aviary, I’ve actually tempered my addiction by buying bird presents for others.

Davis Squared, a new gift boutique in well, do the math Davis Square, has a great selection of MeMe Baby onesies that I absolutely adore. I’m not above nagging married friends to have children prematurely, just so I can give them a “Goldfinch Baby Bodysuit”:

Let’s see, what to do during lunch hour this Thursday? Go to TGI Friday’s again, or check out a trunk show. Hmmm. this is a toughie. I suppose the fried mac and cheese and the Oreo cake can wait until next week. Matsu is hosting a trunk show of French designer Lilith on Thursday, Oct. 11, and Friday, Oct. 12. The collection is spring/summer ’08 (the clip above is fall/winter ’07, but you get the idea). Matsu is at 259 Newbury Street. The spring collection is ’60s influenced, with a hint of Imperial British India tossed in for good measure.

I’ve always admired her style it’s effortless sophistication. Rachel’s petite physique might have something to do with why she looks gorgeous in all clothing, but hey, she knows how to work it. And since she said sayonara to Adam Brody, we can be friends. (The jealousy was too much to bear before. She was very insensitive to date my future husband.) In fact, she’s so tiny, I could carry her around in my bag and she could advise me on minidresses and coats. Perfect!

Essential question of the day: Can style and sub zero temperatures really coexist? Sure, you say. There are scads of trendy, well cut coats in great colors. Obviously, you’ll be singing a different tune in mere months when you have a scarf wrapped around your eyes and long johns tucked into your salt and sand stained leather boots.

Not to be totally cynical. There is a warm solution to winter woes: Layering! Why not reach for a trendy down vest to keep your core toasty? You can wear a chic sweater and long sleeve tee below it and a stylish winter coat over it. I’m currently crushing on this ruffled Juicy number from Saks:

No, really. Designer Todd Oldham is the new creative director for Old Navy. At first, this seemed like a really odd pairing to me, but then I remembered that Todd has already lent his name to a line of dorm furniture (obviously) at Target and to a collection for La Z Boy. So he gets around.

Old Navy and Gap have both been suffering in sales hopefully this will be a step in the right direction for Gap. Inc. I’m all about style for the masses (Hello! My entire closet is stuffed with pieces from Target’s Go! designers.) but I’ll need to see some proof before I fully endorse this discount duo. Oldham, your first order of business: Please purge all fleece from the Old Navy collection. Yuck.

There was a rather interesting article profiling Rachel Zoe in Sunday’s New York Times Magazine. Though Lynn Hirschberg provided juicy and/or troubling insight into Zoe’s life and how the starved stylist single handedly conducts celebrity and tabloid fashion, the most controversial lines came from Miss Thang herself:

“Anna Wintour is one of my heroes, but they say that I m more influential. As great as it is, Vogue won t change a designer s business. But if an unknown brand is worn by a certain person in a tabloid, it will be the biggest designer within a week.”

I wonder what the Vogue editrix thought of that little quote. Unfortunately, Zoe’s ability to churn out teeny weeny, bug eyed, bejeweled starlets in her image (Hello, Nicole Richie! We’re talking about you, Lohan!) does affect the celebrity fashion landscape and probably influences tweens to lose weight and spend gobs of money on designer jeans. But no one messes with Anna Wintour. No one.

Yes, for $68, you too can dress like the Leopard Empress of Stretchland. Ick. I had a pair of actual stirrup pants in this pattern (in purple) when I was five. I mean, it looks like Lisa Frank of Trapper Keeper and school supply fame designed this ill fitting mess.

This fall, you can wear a variety of denim styles wide leg, high waist, skinny leg, even gray and chocolate brown hues and still be very much in fashion. Leave the suction tight “Welcome to the Jungle” leggings to David Lee Roth. Please and thank you.

The interior, designed by burdifilek, is equally modern and appealing. Everything is white and well lit. This department store is airy. No crowded aisles here.

The men’s department has a room with a flat screen TV. Yesterday, a salesmen had his head buried in the instruction book, attempting to program the remote. The game will surely be on by Saturday.

Upstairs, the women’s department is young looking, featuring designers like Stella McCartney. But there are also in store designer shops (Akris, Chanel, Armani) which all reflect the style of that design house.

The women’s handbag section, which includes Gucci and Prada, appears larger than the shoe department. Perhaps they realize they can’t compete with their next door neighbor’s humongo shoe department (Nordstrom).

My conclusion: it’s worth the drive. But bring that checkbook.

I took one step into Nordstrom and discovered a pair of Prada shoes for KIDS! How cool is that?

They had Michael Kors and Kenneth Cole, all for kids. Talk about putting Stride Rite to shame.

The women’s designer collection was equally enchanting. I grew up in California and have never been a big Nordstrom fan. Today I changed my mind. Even the stuffy old St. John selection was stunning. And the Yves Saint Laurent collection was to die for (even if the dresses were over $1,000 a pop).

The shoe department, of course, was insanely large. (Nordstrom began as a shoe store).

They have every designer and non designer you can think of. The sales staff is so big, there’s a guy running around with a microphone announcing when a woman is waiting for service. Take that Saks Fifth Avenue.

When you finally step out of Nordstrom, the rest of the new wing of the mall is equally fun. There’s Stil, Juicy Couture and the Apple Store. Neiman Marcus opens this week. The entrance has red lights all over it and is sort of glowing in anticipation.
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When Paola Justiniano was just a small child in Bolivia, she had difficult questions for her grandfather questions about why life was so difficult for children like her and so easy for children in other parts of the world.

But how to you begin to answer these questions in a way that a child will understand?

For five years around Christmas, however, brightly wrapped boxes arrived in Justiniano small town, bringing smiles, hope and joy to each of the children that received them.

They were shoeboxes from Operation Christmas Child, a holiday tradition that began in 1993. Since then, the campaign, organized by Samaritan Purse, a Christian charitable organization, has collected and distributed over 94 million shoebox gifts worldwide, each filled with everything from hygiene items and school supplies to toys and candy. They are given to children regardless of gender, race, religion or age. Last year in Canada, nearly 700,000 shoeboxes were collected and distributed.

It been 15 years since Justiniano received one of those red and green boxes, but the memory of opening them is as strong as ever.

In Kingston for three months for an exchange program, Justiniano had an experience that can only be described as fate. She met one of the women who assembles boxes for Operation Christmas Child each year, Gail Shillington.

Still learning how to speak English, Justiniano recalled her experience through Rachael Blackmore, translator and fellow exchange student from British Columbia.

thought of God, and that God had done something for me, said Justiniano with tears in her eyes. never dreamed that when I received those boxes that one day, I would be in Canada and I would find them here. who has delivered shoeboxes to Mexico, Nicaragua and Romania for Operation Christmas Child, said meeting Justiniano was a highlight of her career.

Paola was totally, I mean, I cried, said Shillington, still in disbelief that she got to meet one of the children who received the boxes she so lovingly helped to assemble. can believe how much she has blessed me. She hugged me and told me to never stop doing it, and made me realize that every effort was worth it. She is a real story on the other end, and I love that about it. It was a wild moment meeting her, a God moment, that I got to meet her. her mission trips to the Third World countries she visited,
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Shillington said she hardly ever saw clothing on the children, let alone saw them with real toys.

only toy I ever saw was a bicycle wheel with a stick, said Shillington. Haiti, when I went on another mission trip, they had an empty carton of milk, and caps from the milk cartons that they used as a car. Often I saw the children with no clothes, no underwear and no shoes. I find that they need everything. the toys, colouring books, hygiene products and candy were fun for Justiniano to unwrap, the gifts had a much deeper meaning for her.

that mattered was knowing that someone somewhere else was thinking about me, said Justiniano. wasn a normal thing, we weren used to that. Waiting for that as a kid was the most exciting thing. Just opening it, that would make me so happy, and I would look forward to it every year. regular volunteer locally, provincially and abroad, Shillington just saw a need, and decided to help fill the gap, even just a little.

have so much in Canada, we are so blessed, and we find that, I guess, to be quite something. We do so little with so much, and they do so much with so little. They build their houses out of what they find: sticks, cardboard boxes, etc. They have grass roofs, and we have no idea of how the other half of the world lives. And so I just want to do my part to give back. There is the golden rule of unto others as you would have them do unto to you. And I just really want to give something back to people who are less fortunate. says Operation Christmas Child is love in a box.

brings love and hope and it lets [children] know they are not forgotten people. We do what we can to help them. It hard to see them in poverty. soft teddy bears and boxes of colourful crayons were among Justiniano favourite things to discover.

But above all else, opening the boxes made her feel like Bolivia and Africa are places that I think would be forgotten by big countries, said Justiniano. think they would be forgotten by big countries like Canada and the United States or something, but to know that people are thinking about us means a lot, it feels important. [It was like] somebody in Canada is thinking of me? enough, the children get to know just who is thinking of them. Each person who packs a box is encouraged to include a letter and a photograph of themselves.

In fact, the suitcase Justiniano brought to Canada holds the well worn photograph and address of a little boy from Mississauga who sent her a shoebox all those years ago. While in Canada, Justiniano hopes to track him down.

It would be the perfect ending to a story that has lasted all these years, said Shillington,
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who is planning on helping Justiniano find the boy.

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Whew! I have to write a $300 column. I have never written a $300 column. Once I wrote a $295 column, so I know I have been close.

The winning bid on a column space that my editor and publisher graciously allowed to be auctioned off at the Red Cross Gala was $300. That was a tense moment for me. I was afraid I would have to bid on my own column. That would have been embarrassing in multiple ways. First, the obvious humiliation would have been bidding for my own item. Second, I could have only afforded about $20 tops. The opening bid came slowly, but the fervor did pick up a bit.

The Gala was, for me, surprisingly a good time. I usually don’t go to anything that requires a dress code more restrictive than a polo shirt and my new tennis shoes. You know what they say, you can take the boy out of Oak Park, but you can’t take Oak Park out of the boy.

However, I donned my one remaining dress jacket (luckily for me it was warm as I no longer own a winter dress jacket). I donated all of my old suits to Goodwill when I left the corporate world. Even there for the last few years I was on casual office dress code.

The evening was very enjoyable. I sat with Bill Hanson, my new publisher. I had only sat with him and talked once before Gala night and thoroughly enjoyed that initial meeting. He was equally as enjoyable as a dinner guest. His wife was gracious and charming.

The other table guests all got along well. We were newspaper people, so I suspect it might have been one of the poorer tables in the room. I am certain my W 2 brought the table average way below the room’s norm. I suspect there was enough wealth in the big room at Kye’s that evening to finance a small country’s economy.

It was one of the see and be seen nights. It is kind of easy to get a bit star struck. I hid that well as I worked the room acting as though I belonged. The best thing was that I only felt snubbed by one person whom I won’t identify. I found out later this person no longer answers to their name unless it is preceded by a title. Oops. As I said earlier, you can take the boy out of Oak Park . . . Pretentiousness is not a pretty personal trait.

The unabashed star and scene stealer of the night was one of our local treasures, Bill Scott. I am referring to “Big Bill” who is actually about half the size of “Little Bill,” his son both of Scott Funeral Home notoriety. Bill delivered a dead pan comedy routine that had the place in an uproar while talking about his friend and Bales Humanitarian nominee John Woerhle. Big Bill is one of the great guys with his lone lesser than admirable trait being that he is a Purdue fan. Like I told him before, Purdue has just about everything that IU has, and in fact, one advantage over their rival. If you sit in the cheap seats at Mackey Arena your vision isn’t blocked by all of those darned old NCAA Championship banners blocking your view of the game.

My Charlestown buddy, Harold Goodlett, Sr. honored my new friends William and Rebecca Resch. After seeing you and Jo side by side and her all dolled up, I still don’t get it. My favorite part of his speech was when he gratuitously mentioned a certain Charlestown Band Booster president. That was good stuff. And all those words about what good people The Reschs are, that was okay too.

Chair Mary Kragin Kramer, Kate Merchant, Kye and Phyllis Wilikins put on a very successful event. Now all that’s left for me to wrap up is to write a $300 column when my high bidder is ready. I thought I would practice on this one. I would give it about a $150 value on the open market. I didn’t want to waste a really good one before I had to deliver.


To the people who contacted me with questions, I am in the process of securing a site. Stay tuned and thanks for all of the nice comments.


Charlestown Mayor Bob Hall had a birthday earlier this week. In his honor I will relay a story I once heard.

It seems a centenarian was being interviewed by a young cub reporter. When asked the secret to his longevity, the senior responded, “Son, my lips have never tasted the evil liquor. The devil’s tobacco has never been in my mouth and I have never found myself in the company of lewd and lascivious women. And today I am celebrating my 100th birthday.”

The young reporter’s follow up question was simply, “How?”

Happy Birthday Mayor!

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