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9. Cycles and Relocalizing by Amy Walker

Amy Walker New World Library ePub

Amy Walker

Think globally, bike locally” reads the sticker from my local bike shop, a two-wheeled twist on a familiar environmental mantra. Today, it seems, “think globally, act locally” simply describes our lives. Roughly a third of the world’s seven billion people are online. As wired — and wireless — Earthlings, we understand other cultures from the inside out and make “friends” with strangers we may never meet face-to-face. We can fly across the world in a day. Our iPods play flamenco, bhangra, and desert blues. Northerners gobble acai and goji berries, quinoa and coconut water while sushi is served in the desert. The Earth seems small.

The “global village” is amazing and full of wonders — yet the globalization of business has increased the divide between rich and poor. An elite few possess obscene wealth while the vast majority live in poverty. The richest 20 percent of people consume over 76 percent of the world’s goods. As far as I can tell, that’s you and me.

The huge profits of the few are built on inequality and cheap oil. Cheap oil makes it possible to produce food in large-scale factory farms with petroleum-based fertilizers and ship it to markets halfway across the world. Cheap oil makes it possible to manufacture cheap plastic products and distribute them to big-box and dollar stores, where they make their way into our lives and the environment like glittering shrapnel — lodging where they land, promising not to degrade for thousands of years. Cheap oil allows people to unthinkingly drive single-occupancy vehicles (SOVs) on marathon daily commutes between cities and suburbs while polluting the air and water as well as the spatial and cultural landscape. Yet the era of cheap oil is coming to an end.

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Hunting Javelina Hogs in South Texas

Edited by Kenneth L. Untiedt University of North Texas Press PDF



8:15 AM

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I learned to hunt with my father. My dad, Franklin F. Kelly, was born the grandson of Irish immigrants in 1892, and raised in Ft.

Smith, Arkansas. At that time Ft. Smith was just across the Arkansas

River from what was then Indian Territory, later to become Oklahoma. Ft. Smith was the last Army outpost, the “jumping off place” for the Army—and for adventurers heading into the Indian Territory. Even in the late 1890s it was a pretty wild and woolly place.

Dad’s grandfather, Tobias Kelly, had arrived in America from

County Wexford Ireland through the Port of New Orleans in September of 1850, and made his way up the Mississippi and eventually the Arkansas Rivers to the town of Ft. Smith, which in itself was pretty wild in those early days. Tobias worked hard and made his way quite successfully in the cattle business and wholesale and retail meat sales. Dad’s father, James N. Kelly, joined the family business and they lived fairly comfortable lives. Dad always had a shotgun and small caliber rifles, and I have numerous photos of him with some rather good-looking bird dogs of various English pointer and setter breeds. He started hunting at a very early age.

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27 Small Potatoes

Mike Roos Quarry Books ePub

Early Friday morning Pete Gill and Roy Allen gathered the team in front of the school for the drive to Evansville. Ron Heim, who had served the team quietly, faithfully, and efficiently all year as student equipment manager, would follow in a third car with basketballs, uniforms, and other peripherals the team would need. Practice was scheduled at 10:30 AM on the Roberts Stadium floor. Following practice, they would repair to the Esquire Motel on the northern edge of the city to hole up till game time on Saturday.

Jim Roos was there as well to see them off with words of encouragement, wishing very much to be going along. It was his task, however, to stay behind and lead students and faculty through a day of regular classes when no one wanted to think of anything other than basketball. The morning mail brought to the school a bagload of letters from well-wishers around the state, including one postmarked Milan, Indiana. Jim opened it first. The brief message inside read, “To the Ireland Spuds. We did it back in 1954 and you can do it in 1963. Everybody in Milan is rooting for your team.” It was signed Cale Hudson, Milan Principal.

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8. “Me”

Abraham Aamidor Indiana University Press ePub

John Wooden sat in a cramped den in his suburban Los Angeles condominium where he has lived thirty years, in a room crowded by an old sofa and recliner, at a desk buried beneath mounds of correspondence, and just under a wall plastered with photos of all his UCLA championship basketball teams. It’s not that Coach Wooden dwells on the accolades and all the old titles. It’s just that this is how his late, beloved wife Nell, a fellow Hoosier from southern Indiana he met at Martinsville High School, decorated the room, and that is how the room will remain until the end. Unseen in this living history museum, though, behind several autographed leather basketballs on one shelf and yet more trophies and other mementos on another, are the indelible tracks of all the other early Hoosier basketball legends that Wooden says enriched his life, and America’s, because of their love for the game of basketball, such as Everett Case, Ward “Piggy” Lambert, Tony Hinkle, Charles “Stretch” Murphy, and many others. One of those men was Chuck Taylor, a man Wooden first saw when Chuck put on a little clinic for the Artesians—that was Martinsville High School’s nickname, after a flowing well in the town—and the two men became fast friends years later, after Wooden moved to Los Angeles in 1948 and Chuck followed suit in 1950. The two lived mere blocks away from each other for seven years. “I had a lot of fun with Chuck,” Wooden reminisced. “I think maybe we enjoyed being hicks from Indiana, small towns in Indiana. We were Hoosiers. We had a lot in common and I think we were more comfortable than we would be with a lot of others, whether it was other basketball coaches or people in other areas.”

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3: Common Cyclist Setbacks

Yvonne Bambrick ECW Press ePub


As exhilarating and efficient as riding a bike can be, there are certainly a few setbacks that can be expected along your way to becoming a confident city cyclist. Bike theft, crashes, and traffic tickets can all seem pretty overwhelming, but they need not be insurmountable obstacles that keep you off your bike. Read on for how to avoid, and get through, the rough patches.


Having your bike stolen is straight-up heartbreak and an all-too-common occurrence in our cities. But locking your bike properly, with a good lock, can let you rest a bit easier about your ride. Even if you’re just running into a shop to buy a pack of gum, there is never a good reason to leave your bike unattended and unlocked. You can also help out others with a little bit of “neighbourhood watch” style community support: Without putting yourself in harm’s way, if you notice someone messing with a bike, say something — even a joke will do.

Choose the Right Lock

It generally costs you more time and money to replace a bike than to invest in a good-quality lock, so it may be worth taking a second look at yours. Eric Kamphof of Toronto’s Curbside Cycle warns, “Never buy a cheap cable lock. It’s like locking your house with a screen door.” I love my thick, cloth-covered Abus chain: It’s super strong and gives me the flexibility to lock to more than just typical bike parking, often designed with a U-lock in mind. You may want to use two different kinds of locks, one chain and one U-lock. This tough combo makes your bike harder to steal quickly since different tools are required, and breaking two locks takes longer.

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Gone A'Hunting

Edited by Kenneth L. Untiedt University of North Texas Press PDF



8:14 AM

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GONE A’ HUNTING by Len Ainsworth

Bye 0, Baby Bunting

Daddy’s gone a’ hunting

For to get a rabbit skin

For to wrap his baby in.

That’s likely not the way it was written, but that’s the way I remember the lullaby sung by my mother—and the only one I tried to sing to my kids. Fortunately, they were too young to remember how badly

I sang. I probably remember my mother singing it to my sister, five years younger; surely I wouldn’t remember her singing it to me as a baby. But the theme of hunting has resonated in our family for several generations. My maternal grandfather, Papaw Charley, was a great hand for singing and hunting, and mother must have heard the lullaby many times, sung to her younger siblings.

My paternal grandfather gave me his .410 gauge shotgun when

I was ten years old, and my parents let me go dove hunting alone with a handful of shells in the mesquite brush extending into our small West Texas town. I had to stalk my quarry carefully with the single-shot gun, and get close and locate one perched on a tree limb without other branches in the way. More than once I have been fooled by a nesting dove acting hurt and fluttering ever farther from her nest and then suddenly flying away. But a few unwary birds did fall. I don’t remember coming home on those first hunts with more than one bird at a time. I suppose I was so excited that I didn’t keep looking after I got one, or perhaps I used up my few shells getting it. I’m sure my mother or dad helped clean the first few birds, and they were cooked as the prize they were. I learned early that you were to clean and eat your kill.

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San Juan National Forest, Colorado

Fred Dow Moon Canyon Publishing PDF

San Juan National Forest


San Juan National Forest


The San Juan National Forest is located in southwestern Colorado and is comprised of 1,877,675 acres. There are 47 developed campgrounds of which 32 meet the selection criteria.

History and nature blend in the San Juan National Forest to give visitors a unique experience. The

Forest stretches from the towering heights of Wolf Creek Pass, northeast of Pagosa Springs,

Colorado, to the endless prairie west of Dolores, Colorado. In between are large reservoirs, fast flowing rivers, wildflower dotted meadows, and lush tree-covered mountains. It is a land that has long attracted humans with its beauty and diversity.

Prehistoric people (hunters/gatherers) arrived in the San Juan National Forest about 8,000 years ago.

They left little more than stone axes and hunting tools. Later, artifacts found in the Forest, suggest the ancestral Pueblo people arrived some 2,000 years ago, only to disappear about 700 years later.

They did, however, leave behind pottery, weaving, jewelry and elaborate pueblo villages and cliff dwellings. Visitors to the Forest will find the Ute campground conveniently located for a visit to the Chimney Rock Archeological Area. Not as well known as other examples of ancestral Pueblo culture, Chimney Rock does offer insight into the religious and cultural importance of the night sky to the ancient Chaco Pueblo people.

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4 Ball Team Tournament Formats

Alan Hyde M-Y Books Ltd ePub



To be played in 4 ball Team Tournaments

1.     Scratch Stroke Play all players play off scratch, each team adds the total no of strokes taken by all 4 Players in the team. The team with the lowest number of strokes taken wins.

2.     Scratch Stableford as above but using their gross score per hole to calculate their Stableford score per hole, the team with the most Stableford points wins.

3.     Stableford as above but each player uses their Handicap allowance and their nett strokes to calculate their Stableford score per hole. The team with the most Stableford points wins.

4.     Scramble each player tees off on each hole. The best of the tee shots is selected and both players play their second shots from that spot. The better of the second shots is determined, and then both players play their third shots from that spot, and so on until the ball is holed. The team with lowest total of strokes wins. If Handicap allowances are used then add the teams individual handicaps together and divide by 8 for the team Handicap allowance, then either stroke play scoring or Stableford scoring can be used. Individual no of drives may be restricted by stipulating a minimum of 4 drives for each player or alternative restricting any individual to a maximum of 6 drives.

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Routt National Forest, Colorado

Fred Dow Moon Canyon Publishing PDF

Routt National Forest


Routt National Forest


The Routt National Forest of the Medicine Bow-Routt National Forests, located in northern

Colorado, consists of 1,125,564 acres. There are 29 developed campgrounds of which 16 meet the selection criteria.

With no Interstate highways or major metropolitan areas within its boundaries, the Routt National

Forest offers a unique forest experience for the state of Colorado - a forest without large numbers of people. The lack of crowds does not limit the number nor variety of recreational opportunities found in this often overlooked National Forest. Camping, hiking, fishing, photography, exploring wildlife habitat, and boating are just some of the activities enjoyed by visitors to the Routt National

Forest. With three Wilderness areas surrounded by rolling mountainsides covered with lodgepole pine and Engelmann spruce separated by wide prairies of sage and grass, the Routt has something for just about anyone, no matter the season.

Although the majestic elk is closely associated with images of Colorado, the sight of the largest member of the deer family, the moose, is just as exciting. The Wyoming moose, transplanted to

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Ron Tatum University of North Texas Press ePub


At one point in my life I decided that nailing metal shoes on large animals wasn’t exciting enough, so I became a gentleman farmer. It wasn’t much of a farm, just a corner lot in a suburban tract in Northern California, but to me it was everything. I started with chickens. A real farm has chickens. Wearing my brand-new leather farmer’s gloves, I built a chicken coop out of old scrap lumber and chicken wire. It was magnificent—just like the how-to-build-a-chicken-coop book said. It even had little rooms (the book called them nests) where the chickens could lay their eggs, and where I could sneakily open a back door and snatch the eggs out from under the hens.

I threw handfuls of sawdust all over the bottom of their cage for them to walk on, and went out to get some chickens.

I bought some White Leghorns because the guy at the feed store told me that they were the ones that laid the eggs. I may rarely believe anything a horse owner tells me, but I always believe everything the guy at the feed store tells me. I put them all in the pen. It wasn’t very exciting. They just looked at each other. Over the next few days, except for when my neighbor would throw garbage over the fence for them, their lives were pretty much hum-drum. I knew that cows who listened to music gave more milk, but I wasn’t sure if entertainment would increase egg production. I felt like I should do something for them, so I introduced a different colored hen into the group. She was a Rhode Island Red, actually what is called a sex-link, but I don’t think I can explain that. My children, who thought Dad had gone over the edge, but were rather entertained by it all, to my embarrassment named this newcomer Henny Cluck.

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R.D. Reynolds and Bryan Alvarez ECW Press ePub

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“Hulk has control over what he does. We don’t mind, because obviously he is doing it right. It helps us … we need help.”

—Terry Taylor, Booking Committee Member, 1997


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If 1996 taught Eric Bischoff anything, it was that the New World Order was the future of his company. That much was made clear from the ratings and the buy rates, both of which had skyrocketed following the launch of the angle. The numbers did not lie. Attendance was up 43 percent over 1995, gates were up 87 percent, and buy rates for PPVs—where the company made the bulk of its money—were closing in on that. In fact, the very first Nitro of 1997 drew 10,034 paid—a brand-new record—and this came a week before the Chicago show shattered that number with over 17,000 fans paying $189,206. The nWo had brought them to the Holy Land, and nowhere else would the spotlight shine brighter than this.

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Shoshone National Forest, Wyoming

Fred Dow Moon Canyon Publishing PDF

Shoshone National Forest


Shoshone National Forest


The Shoshone National Forest is located in northwestern Wyoming and is comprised of 2,466,586 acres. There are 43 developed campgrounds of which 20 meet the selection criteria.

The Shoshone National Forest is proud to be our first National Forest. The Forest continues to maintain its reputation as a leader in conservation while offering a wide variety of recreation opportunities. As part of the Yellowstone eco-system, the Shoshone is committed to finding a balance between the native plants and animals and the people who live, work, and play in this diverse and dynamic area of western Wyoming.

With almost half its land designated Wilderness, the Shoshone National Forest appears much as it was when established by Presidential Proclamation in 1891. The mountain men of the 18th century would feel right at home in the land we know as Shoshone National Forest. From the rolling prairies, tumbling waterfalls, and fanciful rock formations to 1,000 miles of perennial streams, 500 clear mountain lakes, and dense forests, visitors to the Shoshone National Forest can enjoy camping, hiking, mountain biking, horseback riding, fishing, photography, scenic drives, and much more.

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Ron Tatum University of North Texas Press ePub


Some customers are more insensitive than others. One particular gentleman called for an appointment for two shoeings. When I asked how the horses behaved, he said, “Well, you can pick up their feet.” That should have been a gigantic red flag to me, but being short of cash, I said I would come out there.

I drive for an hour and a half through some delightful woods and hills and arrive right on time. The ranch is large and well kept. There is a huge barn and a lot of tractors and other farm machinery around the barn and the house. A trampoline is beside the barn. My only greeters, however, are a serious-looking Bull Mastiff who is not wagging his tail, and three barefoot children whose ages turn out to be two, four, and six, who have been jumping on the unsupervised trampoline. Two girls and an older boy. No adults in sight. I do not get out of the truck. The three children and the dog stare at me. I’m obviously some kind of novelty. I wait. Our conversation doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, and the dog has not taken his eyes off of me. I finally ask the boy to go get his mother. He gives it some thought, and finally wanders off in the direction of the house. Eventually, his mother comes back with him, and all four of them and the dog stare at me. The mother turns out to be the daughter of the man who called me, but she knows nothing about any of this. She has no idea who I am or where her father is. I tell her I’m the shoer.

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Geraldine Ellis Watson University of North Texas Press PDF
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34. Earn-a-Bike Programs: Lessons from Chicago’s West Town Bikes by John Greenfield

Amy Walker New World Library ePub

John Greenfield

Across North America, dozens of nonprofit community bicycle shops are using earn-a-bike programs to teach mechanics, road safety, and life skills to underserved youth.

“It broadens their perspectives and teaches them the world is accessible,” says Alex Wilson, founder and director of Chicago’s West Town Bikes and a self-declared “bike freeek” (his spelling). “They learn you can take an old bike, fix it up, and use it for transportation. Meanwhile, they’re learning job skills and responsibility.”

There are approximately eighty earn-a-bike programs in the United States and about twenty in Canada. In a typical class, staff or volunteers teach students how to fix up old bikes, often abandoned cycles donated by building managers or other nonprofit organizations. The kids learn to take apart, clean, reassemble, and adjust the different systems of the bikes, including the drivetrain, wheels, bearings, brakes; they also learn maintenance skills like fixing flats.

Most programs also include bike-safety instruction, rides, and field trips. “We make a point of taking kids on rides to schools, colleges, and workplaces,” says Wilson. “Being able to discover your city by bike is a pretty fantastic thing.” After completing an earn-a-bike course, usually a month or two long, students get the satisfaction of keeping the bikes they have fixed up themselves.

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