For the second podcast in a row, we have Curtis Tronolone on the show to share some more wild stories from the field. Before we review Curtis's bio we wanted to share a recent podcast review. Podcast Review Makes me homesick for my recent expedition life! Just an incredible chance to get into the field from afar. I'm loving this podcast- it made me so excited for my drive every morning this past week as I took my NOLS Wilderness First Responder training. Certified now, and so inspired by the many voices on this pod who show me what is possible as I look forward, to beginning to build my own life in outdoor leadership. Hope to join many of you wonderful people out in the wild some day! Thank you for this absolute joy of a podcast. -Tabita ------ Our guest today, Curtis Tronolone, grew up in rural upstate New York, along the Erie canal, nestled between the small towns of Churchville, Spencerport and Brockport. He began his love of outdoor pursuits started as a kid, boating and hiking with his family, and spending his summers riding horses at New York summer camps before undertaking a NOLS mountaineering course as a student in the Wind River Mountain of Wyoming. He started working in outdoor ed at a summer camp outside Attica New York in 2003/2004. Over the years he has gone on to work for several organizations, including Camp Wyomoco, Wilderness Ventures, Adventure Bus, NOLS, Bear Basin Adventures. When Curtis, completed his NOLS Instructor Course he become the first openly gay male NOLS Instructor. He specializes in leading horse packing, backpacking, and wilderness rock climbing courses. He currently lives in Lander, WY where he mixes time instructing with NOLS and renovating old homes.
SHOW NOTES: How many CE conferences have you attended that bored you to death? When was the last time you sat in a stuffy, overcrowded room in the middle of a city you've visited too many times—just so you could get some CE credits? How awesome would it be if you could get your CE at a “destination location” instead? How excited would you feel if you could pair adventure with CE credits? That's why Dr. Glenn Vo was excited to sit down with Maurice Mogo as Maurice was just as happy to sit down with Glenn, as a big fan of his books! Glenn's good friend Elijah Desmond met Maurice on a safari in Africa. Why was Maurice on a cruise with Elijah? Well, Maurice is the founder and owner of Safari N Smiles—the means by which Elijah was getting his CE! Through his company, Maurice enables dental professionals (and their families, if they want to have them tag along) to experience a safe safari vacation in Kenya all while getting CE credits. So, what inspired Maurice to start up an idea like Safari N Smiles? Maurice grew up in Eastern Kenya in a very small village named Meru, at the slopes of Mount Kenya. His grandfather was a Game Warden for close to three decades—a good indication of his family's long-lasting love for wildlife conservation efforts. However, Maurice had never visited the dentist until he was 12 or 13 years old. The dentist numbed his gums, prepared to extract some teeth, and Maurice quickly bolted out the door. Of course, Maurice had to go back to the dentist and get the life-changing treatment he needed. As a result, Maurice and the dentist ended up becoming two peas in a pod. Maurice started volunteering at the dental practice. His job was to interpret when there was a dental/medical mission trip coming to Kenya, he spoke four native languages! Maurice translated for the dentist and talked about lots of medical matters, but he didn't really get into the profession of dentistry until he came to the U.S. in 2013. After finishing Dental Hygiene school in Erie, Pennsylvania, Maurice moved to the Washington D.C. area and has been practicing as a dental hygienist for four years now. Maurice's love for animals and safari didn't end when he moved to the U.S. He'd constantly talk to his patients about the animals over in Africa—lions, elephants, giraffes, you name it—and even guide his patients on how to go on a safe safari in Africa. After helping a few patients with going on a safari, Maurice thought he might be able to do the same for his colleagues. Thus, the idea of Safari N Smiles was born!Kenya isn't just Maurice's home—it's also the place where safari travel originated. The best Kenya tours and safaris include Big 5 game viewing, incredible natural beauty, and cultural encounters, often combining Kenya's top attractions with Tanzania and the tropical beaches of the Kenyan coast.For many dental professionals, we're in this industry because we want to help—a great reason to partake in the next Safari N Smiles trip. Maurice is offering a CE conference, vacation, and dental/medical mission trip all in one—he has plans to help an orphanage for young girls who've been victims of abuse. Learn about: What made Dr. Glenn Vo get into dentistry? What part of Maurice's story inspired Glenn to talk about it?How did Maurice's experiences in Kenya inspire him? Who inspired him specifically, and how?What can you expect on a safari through Safari N Smiles?How does Maurice ensure everyone is totally safe during the safari?How long did it take Maurice to start Safari N Smiles? How much time and effort did it take to foster this brainchild into a booming enterprise? What were his moments of doubt, and how did he overcome them?How did the Nifty Thrifty community help Maurice to maintain his flame of inspiration and keep it from extinguishing?Why does Maurice think it's important to witness Africa through the guidance of a local? Why do the books and videos create poor expectations?And more!
Jason Pero is President of Pero Real Estate LLC which was founded in 2001 with his wife Nadia. Jason owns and operates over $140M of real estate assets. Located primarily in Erie, PA and Cleveland, Ohio his portfolio is comprised of over 2000 multifamily rental units.Join Our Passive Investor NetworkDownload Our Passive Investor Guide to Multifamily SyndicationsWE DISCUSS:His mindset shift with generating cashflow.His corporate career.What his business looks like today.His learnings in his business.How he plans to push things forward.His experience in investing outside of his geographic focus.His biggest challenge.His biggest win.His best advice for someone just starting.KEY QUOTE:“You are your own limitations... the world is wide open when you leave your day job, you just have to have that confidence in yourself.”CONNECT WITH OUR GUEST:https://www.perorealestate.com/CONNECT WITH US! Visit our Website: https://www.canovocapital.com/podcastConnect with us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/apartmentinvestingjourney/?modal=admin_todo_tourFollow us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCpmNIzpEzxGn5ZuNgjAVV-w/featuredFollow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/apartmentinvestingjourney/Listen on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/apartment-investing-journey/id1464256464LOVE THE SHOW? PLEASE SUBSCRIBE, RATE, REVIEW & SHARE
Hello, again. Thanks for listening. Ryan Burke is Lake Erie surfer and shaper based out of Erie, PA. Check out his IG at https://www.instagram.com/pi.surfboards/ Donate to the show: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/midlifesurfer Produced by Adam Montiel @adamontheair Email: email@example.com for questions, criticisms, and requests. Website: http://midlifesurfer.com Insta: @midlifesurferpodcast Music intro/outro: Tortoise "Benway" & "Six Pack" http://www.trts.com Also - TimberSurfCo supports the pod, check Ryan Lynch's site at https://www.timbersurfco.com/ Jea.
Curtis Tronolone, grew up in rural upstate New York, along the Erie canal, nestled between the small towns of Churchville, Spencerport, and Brockport. He began his love of outdoor pursuits as a kid, boating and hiking with his family, and spending his summers riding horses at New York summer camps before undertaking a NOLS mountaineering course as a student in the Wind River Mountain of Wyoming. He started working in outdoor ed at a summer camp outside Attica, New York, in 2003/2004. Over the years, he has gone on to work for several organizations, including Camp Wyomoco, Wilderness Ventures, Adventure Bus, NOLS, Bear Basin Adventures. When Curtis completed his NOLS Instructor Course, he became the first openly gay male NOLS Instructor. He specializes in leading horse packing, backpacking, and wilderness rock climbing courses. He currently lives in Lander, WY, where he mixes time instructing with NOLS and renovating old homes. Curtis can be contacted at: firstname.lastname@example.org
V tomto podcaste budeme hovoriť o tom, že James Webb teleskop je konečne na ceste a aké sú od neho očakávania, o tom, že proteín istého mikróbu na seba naväzuje rádioaktívne látky a vyhodnotíme si tipy pre 2021, ktoré sme robili pred rokom. Pseudocast 537 na YouTube Zdroje James Webb Space TelescopeWhere Is James Webb?Soil Microbe Could Clean Up Nuclear WasteCharacterization of Americium and Curium Complexes with the Protein Lanmodulin: A Potential Macromolecular Mechanism for Actinide Mobility in the Environment Picture credit : NASA/Bill Ingalls, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
Photo: Milkshakes: Inside the Regent Theatre Milk Bar, Brisbane, ca. 1936 @Batchelorshow #ClassicSalenaZito: Sara's milkshakes and Erie's prospects. SalenaZito.com https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/columnists/in-erie-local-politics-is-practical-before-it-is-historic
Dom welcomes in Pennsylvania Representative Parke Wentling, who represents parts of Mercer, Crawford, Erie, and Lawrence counties, to discuss the review and potential removal of up to 2,500 roadside markers by the Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission. Wentling wrote about the situation, telling that he fears that the commission will become less of a true historical arbiter and more of a miniaturized version of George Orwell's Ministry of Truth from his famous 1984. Wentling further explains his point of view, telling that there's an erasure of history movement that is pushing too far, honing in on markers that are rife with history themselves. (Photo by Getty Images) See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Dom welcomes in Pennsylvania Representative Parke Wentling, who represents parts of Mercer, Crawford, Erie, and Lawrence counties, to discuss the review and potential removal of up to 2,500 roadside markers by the Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission. Wentling wrote about the situation, telling that he fears that the commission will become less of a true historical arbiter and more of a miniaturized version of George Orwell's Ministry of Truth from his famous 1984. Wentling further explains his point of view, telling that there's an erasure of history movement that is pushing too far, honing in on markers that are rife with history themselves. Then, after playing Dom's Money Melody, Giordano moves back into a conversation centered on Critical Race Theory and education. Giordano plays back a clip of a teacher in Austin, TX, who wrote a Dr. Seuss parody targeting parents at school board meetings raising qualms about curriculum. Also, Giordano discusses his side question, offering suggestions for who he believes to be deeply unhappy celebrity, and takes listeners' calls discussing topics of the day including the side topic and critical race theory. (Photo by Getty Images) See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Episode 44 Breakdown: Intro | 0:00 What we're drinking | 8:01 (Whitestone Brewery's Melted Snowman and Black Circle Brewing Co's Skeleton Key) Metal News | 18:58 Tours | 30:18 Brewtal Alumni | 38:17 New Music | 41:58 Featured Band | 1:04:07 (Detestor) Synopsis: Don't hug us cause we're scared of how sick E44 turned out! Todd catches wind of his brother being in the area while Arie gets back in the director's chair for his new horror short Eerie Times. Frosty ain't the only one staying frosty as Todd keeps Warm this Winter with his Ale while Arie holds the ultimate Key to Black Circle Brewing. We talk shop about Silent Planet blessing us with their Iridescent masterpiece, Brewtal beers, and tastings, Snake Father continously riding the wave of creativity to come in like a wrecking ball, and Cattle Decapitation FINALLY being able to unleash Death Atlas on the road almost two years after its release! We like to create a little slice of Paradise for our hopwolves, but sometimes you just Detest the Titans and must attack with unrelenting fury aka what our Featured Band is doing this week. Turn it up to 11, crack open that beer, it's about to get BREWTAL! https://linktr.ee/brewtal This week's episode features Paradise from Ukrainian/Russian Technical Deathcore/Death Metal Outfit Detestor. Bio: "Since their formation in 2019, Detestor have been developing their sound mixing deathcore aggression with death metal harshness, that was perfectly displayed on the band's previous singles featured by CJ McCreery and Dan Watson. Their upcoming track 'Paradise' thematically based on the anime ‘Attack on Titan' is a blend of technical deathcore and death metal with blackened, symphonic and slamming elements. It will definitely resonate with fans of Aversions Crown, Infant Annihilator and Lorna Shore." What Detestor are drinking: "It turns out that absolutely every member of our band doesn't drink alcohol, so we took an internal poll between tea and coffee, where tea took the win. There's only one of us who really knows something about this topic, so we let him choose his favorite grade - Da Hong Pao (oolong tea)" Beers fueling this week's episode include Whitestone Brewery's Melted Snowman Winter Wamer Ale (Todd's pick) and Black Circle Brewing Co's Skeleton Key Porter (Arie's pick). Episode Links: Knotfest Beer Pit HARD LOOK - Total War: Armageddon (Official Lyric Video) A Brewtal Chat with Jon Sinfield of Memorist | HOWL AT THE MOON Spiritbox - Hurt You (Official Music Video) AngelMaker What I Would Give SION - “More Than Just Myself” (Official Music Video) Artwork by megabeast Kevin Burfield! https://www.instagram.com/artofkevinb/ Intro track by absolute legend ZaKrahe https://linktr.ee/ZaKrahe Brewtal was chopped and sliced by Arie Lombardozzi of Death Dealer Productions with additional production from Todd Bailey https://www.deathdealerproductions.com/
THIS WEEK:Dill, Brent, and Anna are in the studio at CAMArmando Reyes makes his in-studio debut! He was a guest during the pandemic lockdown via Zoom, but he's live with us!Anna is mean to very few people, but she's mean to her kids. She'd even be nice to Armando's 8th grade girlfriend. Probably because of all her Samsung swag.Armando is the owner of a custom woodworking company - Lake Erie Woodworks. They do custom jobs for people who needs a custom solution! Armando has grown this business at an incredible rate over the last year. He's located right in the heart of Erie's Alcohol Alley on 12th street!Armando has big plans going forward, and he goes into great detail with us about his future endeavors: possibly a showroom, woodworking classes, and maybe even some open woodworking time!His business is a big part of the long-awaited revitalization of Erie's West 12th street corridor, in the same building as a vintage auto center. Armando is neither an artist or a scientist, he's a craftsman, and he explains the difference for us. He gets a lot of questions from folks about what tool or technique someone should use.Brent has a sudden, mid-interview charley-horse in his calf and shenanigans ensue. =====================================================================The Ember+Forge Beer Segment! Be sure to catch this segment LIVE every Wednesday on Facebook! This week, we sample Cousin Eddie Hazy Double IPA from Ithaca Brewing in Ithaca New York. Lots of Christmas Vacation references here!=====================================================================AFTER THE BREAK:How much power does the County Executive actually have? How have things changed for all of us in the last year? We talk about adding Anna and Ryan and how making the changes that we've made has helped us grow. Armando has added an employee and that's helped him see where he can improve. To wrap the show, we go through events of 2021 - starting with January 6 and move through the year. We talk briefly about our favorite new places in Erie and the surrounding area.=====================================================================Do you feel like you aren't getting enough Idiotville? Check out our Patreon for BONUS CONTENT at Patreon.com/idiotvillepodcast(c) 2021 Idiotville Productions. This content may not be used without written permission of Idiotville Productions. ================================================================================www.idiotvillepodcast.buzzsprout.com www.patreon.com/idiotvillepodcast - It's back!www.teepublic.com/idiotvilleproductions================================================================================Our theme song is composed and performed by Warehouse 11: Guitars by Brian Blake, drums by Dave Blake, bass by Chris Owochttps://www.facebook.com/Warehouse11Band/ http://www.warehouseelevenband.yolasite.com/================================================================================www.idiotvillepodcast.comwww.facebook.com/idiotvillepodcastinstagram: idiotvillepodcastTwitter: @BrentNLibery, @TheRealJakeNew1, @Dill_spears, @TedBrogan2, @MartyBalawkay, @Trashsportstakeidiotvillepodcast@gmail.comJoin our Facebook group!Support the show (http://Patreon.com/idiotvillepodcast)
This picture may look like a crazy group, but the knowledge, accomplishments and work ethic in this pic is going be hard to beat! Someone asked me recently if I ever recorded an episode without releasing it. I have not, but this is the closest episode. This episode was a whirlwind, full of laughs and knowledge! Make sure you check it out! Dave Specht - real estate and cryptocurrency investor. Nearly ten years of industry experience across various aspects of the financial services industry. Regulatory compliance subject matter expert. #crypto #metaverse #investing Tripp, a sexual tyrannosaurus who eats battleships for breakfast, not only is the greatest artist of his generation, but the best science fiction author the world has ever seen. Hailing from Jacksonville Florida (JAGS!) he spent 12 years steeling souls with his camera in the Marines and now spends his time haunting the Appalachian mountains, and being frequently misidentified as the Mothman. #author #smokepitfairytales #writing Dan Brady hails from the muddy banks of lake Erie, in North Western, PA. If you are a fan of dark comedy, then come listen to Dan's dark yet humourous take on the demons he battles with. He regales the crowd with stories and dark observations from his life, and he is always heavy with the white trash undertones. #standupcomedy #podcasting #grinder Help support the podcast and look good doing it! https://inquizative-minds-merch.myteespring.co/ --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/inquizative-minds/support
As lead singer of Lincoln in the early 1970s, Paul Eisert became a fixture on the Erie music scene at the time. He would go on to join bands like Kid Id and the Egos and eventually learn guitar and join his wife in the acoustic duo Fire & Ice in the late 1980s. Click here for a link to Paul's Spotify page.Click here for a link to Paul's YouTube page.Live show for Make Music Pittsburgh 2021. Thanks again to the JPT Foundation for sponsoring the the Erie Music History podcast. The goal of the foundation is to provide education scholarships to grade school-age children as well as annual giving to local organizations and charities. The foundation also has a large hall that hosts bingo 4 days a week and is available for rentals. Many thanks to Mike & Marie Miller and Janice and Mark Nelson for their Patreon support! Please consider becoming a patron (it's only $5/month and you can cancel anytime) by going to the Erie Music History Podcast page on Patreon.com. For information on what bands/musicians are playing in Erie, PA and the surrounding area, please check out Jack Stevenson's 2 Man Happy Hour podcast and webpage.
The Dirty Dawg Darsie traveled to Erie, PA to review the June 25th, 1994 edition of WWF Superstars! The Dawg talked about the ratings on the first WCW Saturday Night where Hulk Hogan debuted (and discussion about ratings), the awesomeness of Gorilla Monsoon with Jerry Lawler, some one-liners from Jerry Lawler, the fall-out of the WWF King of the Ring 1994 pay-per-view, and so much more for the 259th edition of Wrestling With the Dawg, available at FlairFlop.com and on the When It Was Cool Podcast Network! Support the platform that supports the podcast: Patreon.com/WIWCool/ Patreon.com/DirtyDawgMES/
We finished the week on The Joel Natalie Show with our monthly meeting with the Mayor of the City of Erie, Joe Schember. We spent a lot of time on relations with City Council and the annual budget, along with ARPA investments and the development of downtown market-rate housing.
Today's episode is all about Cleveland, Ohio. Located in the backyard of The Travel Agents, Cleveland has long been thought of as the "Mistake by the Lake" but has the Forest City shaken that reputation? We think so! Known for their sports teams like the Cleveland Browns, Cavalier, and the now Guardians, Cleveland also boasts a great art scene. Catch a show at the Palace Theater, or venture eastward 45 minutes and catch a roller coaster at Cedar Point. Cleveland has also won the accolade of best park system by the National Recreation and Park Association. Check out the nearby Cuyahoga National Park System for great bike rides, trails, and wildlife. Follow us on InstagramFollow the show and never miss an episode on:Apple - Spotify - Google - AmazonSupport the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/thetravelagents)
The Dirty Dawg Darsie drives to the Erie Civic Center in Erie, PA, to review the June 18th, 1994 edition of WWF Superstars - the go-home edition for WWF King of the Ring 1994! The Dawg discusses Hulk Hogan in WCW, Diesel challenging Bret Hart for the WWF title, the King of the Ring tournament, the squash matches, and so much more for the 258th edition of Wrestling With the Dawg at FlairFlop.com and on the When It Was Cool Podcast Network! Support the platform that supports this wrestling history podcast: Patreon.com/WIWCool/ Patreon.com/DirtyDawgMES/
These two guys made up half of the original lineup of the Cows, but each of them have played in multiple bands and even toured the country together. Friends since they were very young, Dickie and Ron talk about everything from that infamous Cows photo in their underwear to the many reunions the band has had over the years. Check out a video history of The Cows and photos here. Ricky and the Redstreaks - featuring Dick Buckle - Surf MedleyThe Hailers – featuring Ron Guzek – “Crazy”, “Workin on a Get Away” - Live at The Rose 4/14/17Thanks again to the JPT Foundation for sponsoring the the Erie Music History podcast. The goal of the foundation is to provide education scholarships to grade school-age children as well as annual giving to local organizations and charities. The foundation also has a large hall that hosts bingo 4 days a week and is available for rentals. Many thanks to Mike & Marie Miller and Janice and Mark Nelson for their Patreon support! Please consider becoming a patron (it's only $5/month and you can cancel anytime) by going to the Erie Music History Podcast page on Patreon.com. For information on what bands/musicians are playing in Erie, PA and the surrounding area, please check out Jack Stevenson's 2 Man Happy Hour podcast and webpage.
On our Monday episode, we spent the hour with Erie's own Lou Baxter. We chatted with "Lou-B" about his over four decades in Erie media with Jet TV/Fox 66/YourErie.com, his early radio days, and what the recently-retired TV news director has planned for his future.
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Before Mark Nelson, Ph.D. earned those initials after his name and was given the "Distinguished Alumni Award" from Gannon University, he was just a drummer in a bunch of Erie bands like Live Wire (with John Rainey) and eventually the ever-popular Wiggling Judies. Mark talks about his time playing everything from heavy metal, to "modern" original music, and even some country. Don't miss his stories about meeting Marjorie Diehl-Armstrong or what happened when he and his band mates had to go to small claims court. The Wiggling Judies H-Bomb Song Moot RecordsWiggling Judys - It's Too EasyThanks again to the JPT Foundation for sponsoring the the Erie Music History podcast. The goal of the foundation is to provide education scholarships to grade school-age children as well as annual giving to local organizations and charities. The foundation also has a large hall that hosts bingo 4 days a week and is available for rentals. Many thanks to Mike & Marie Miller for their Patreon support! Please consider becoming a patron (it's only $5/month and you can cancel anytime) by going to the Erie Music History Podcast page on Patreon.com. For information on what bands/musicians are playing in Erie, PA and the surrounding area, please check out Jack Stevenson's 2 Man Happy Hour podcast and webpage.
We're glad you've chosen the Joel Natalie Show to get informed about the Erie community. On Thursday, we pointed our spotlight on higher education, by catching up with the former Go College students that we've been following since they were still in high school. Returning to the show was Mikal-Bryan Ott, and Justice Wickham. We learned how they're doing in their college careers, and got an update with Go College Program Director, Barb Priestap.
The Dirty Dawg Darsie over to the Erie Civic Center in Erie, Pennsylvania, for the June 11th, 1994 edition of WWF Superstars for the 257th edition of Wrestling With the Dawg Podcast! The Dawg discussed the biggest news coming out of professional wrestling (besides Hulk Hogan signing with World Championship Wrestling), and that's Brian Lee appearing as the Undertaker on WWF TV! The Dawg also talked some on Jerry Lawler's one liner on Yokozuna, the WWF added in audio of a Whoopie Cushion when Doink the Clown hit's his finisher maneuver called the Whoopie Cushion, as well as the final push towards the King of the Ring 1994 pay-per-view.
On Wednesday, we continued our mid-week health focus by speaking with two of the major hospitals in Erie. With us was Emily Shears, Vice President of Quality at UPMC Hamot; and Dr. Christopher Clark, President of AHN St. Vincent, to gain each hospital's perspectives on the Omicron variant and recent Covid-19 hospitalization data and how the pandemic is affecting all patient care.
On our Tuesday episode, we were happy to welcome Senator Dan Laughlin back to the studio. The Senator was in the news Tuesday as he announced his exit from the Governor's race, and he joined us to talk about his endorsement of Pennsylvania businessman Dave White for the office. We also covered politics and ongoing policy priorities for Senator Laughlin, and how Erie is being represented in Harrisburg.
Simon heads down south to CSU-Pueblo to watch the Mead Mavericks square off against the Fort Morgan Mustangs in the Thunderbowl for the 2021 3A State Crown and Kodey recounts his and Mazen's visit to Empower Field at Mile High where the Chatfield Chargers and Erie Tigers went blow-for-blow in the 4A State title game and where Cherry Creek and Valor Christian rematched in the 5A State Title Game! Full recap and Most Valuable Playmakers were selected for these state games and a heartfelt thank you from us here at PMC at the end! Time Stamps 0:00-39:09 3A Championship Recap 39:19-44:33 Chatfield's Road to State 44:34-48:45 Erie's Road to State 48:46-1:21:31 4A Championship Recap 1:21:32-1:24:14 4A Most Valuable Playmaker and Congratulations 1:24:25-1:29:26 Cherry Creek's Road to State 1:29:27-1:33:07 Valor's Road to State 1:33:08-1:56:48 5A Championship Recap 1:56:49-1:58:35 5A Most Valuable Playmaker and 3PEAT 1:58:36-2:02:10 Heartfelt Thank You From PMC https://linktr.ee/PlaymakersCorner Social Media: Twitter: https://twitter.com/PlaymakerCorner Tik Tok: Playmakers Corner Instagram: https:https://www.instagram.com/playmakerscorner/?hl=en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PlaymakerCorner Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUEcv0BIfXT78kNEtk1pbxQ/featured Listen to us on: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4rkM8hKtf8eqDPy2xqOPqr Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-cycle-365/id1484493484?uo=4 Breaker: https://www.breaker.audio/the-cycle-365 Google Podcasts: https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy9mODg4MWYwL3BvZGNhc3QvcnNz
Wren takes a road trip. A divorcee spots an odd insect. Conway tries to shake a rock out of his shoe. Featuring the voices of Nathan from Storage Papers (https://thestoragepapers.com), Jess Syratt from Nowhere, On Air (https://nowhereonairpodcast.weebly.com), and Rae Lundberg of The Night Post (https://nightpostpod.com/). (CWs, mild spoilers: LOTS of insects, body horror, fire, car braking sound) Transcript incoming, here's the rough script for now, which mostly follows the episode. “Now let's get to the weird stuff…” WREN: We humans generally like stability. Predictability. We like to figure out patterns and stick with them. I think that's why change can be so frightening for us. It throws the future--which once seemed so certain--into chaos. Anything could happen. We could be on the verge of destruction at any moment. But we could also be inches away from utopia. If you can learn to live with this change, this constantly revolting present, you just might make it out of the apocalypse with your sanity intact. Or so that's what I hoped. I had little else to count on. I tried to flow like water with the shifting tide. You can be the judge of how that all turned out. That's why you're here, right? Pockets of shadows remained in the cave, about a dozen or so people, seemingly oblivious to the life outside. They toiled under The Boss's directives, worked day and night for the Dead Letter Office. To what end, I couldn't really say. Seemingly just to perpetuate the office itself. If I could show them the way out, maybe they would help me take on the Boss. One shadow, Liz, was receptive to my offer. She still had some kick left in her diminished form. Her girlfriend, though, was blind to the world, just a single atom in the bureaucratic monolith. In Liz, I had someone on the inside. If she could go back and agitate from within the machine, we might stand a chance of turning a few more souls back to the light. It would be risky, though; if even one shade suspected outside forces were at work, they might alert the Boss. Even given all my experience with the paranormal and extranormal, I have no idea what would happen then. My gut feeling told me that facing the Boss prematurely would be...ill-advised. If I wanted to find more of these shadows, I'd need to search through the dead mail, find the stories that might have caught Conway's attention, and seek out their writers. The problem was that I had just walked out of my job, and I had a suspicion that if I showed back up unannounced, the Boss would take notice. Where, then, would I find these letters if not the office? I'd need to find the place that Conway kept all of the clues. I'd need to find Aisling. I'd need to find the vault. Would anything be left in the old vault, or had the Boss already figured out my plan and purged it? Only one way to find out. Yes, change can be terrifying. Yes, the future is in flux. But the scariest part is that the past can be made just as uncertain as the future. Memories fade, records burn, and witnesses pass on. Entire decades lost, cultures lost. Lessons unlearned. Mistakes repeated. If a place loses its history, how can its people know the present? Without a past, how can we make sense of the future? As a butterfly forgetting it was once a worm, who are we without who we were? Driving through the clogged artery highways of the state was a challenge, given that time appeared to be at a standstill for most of the world. If all the postcards and letters were to be believed, I was looking for a lakeside town. Somewhere along the Erie was a town full of shadows, a place haunted by its own history. And within that town was a lighthouse. This lighthouse was my metaphorical beacon. I kept the postcard printed with its image folded and tucked into my pocket. It was among the few items I took with me on this road trip: a cassette player with some of Conway's old tapes and a furry little friend also jostled around in a cardboard box on the passenger seat. I couldn't just leave the poor thing in the office after all we'd seen. The morning air was silent and stiff, only the sound of my rumbling engine accompanied the pink rays glancing off rows of glass and steel. I turned the stereo's knob, but the radio was entirely dead air. I loaded up one of the tapes to see if it would be of any help. The enormous hand still hung overhead like the executioner's ax. What was our crime, Conway? What did we let ourselves forget? *on tape* OLD INTRO MUSIC This is Conway, receiving clerk for the Dead Letter Office of Aisling, Ohio, processing the national dead mail backlog. The following audio recording will serve as an internal memo strictly for archival purposes and should be considered confidential. Need I remind anyone: public release of this or any confidential material from the DLO is a felony. Some names and places have been censored for the protection of the public. Dead letter 11919. An SD card found in a condemned building. The house caught fire in fall of 2011, but card was mysteriously undamaged. The fire department contacted one of our carriers, who brought it back to the office for investigation. The contents of the SD card are as follows. *off tape A month after my divorce I took up photography. Call it a midlife crisis if you want. I needed something to keep my mind occupied now that I was perpetually alone again, and a camera is a hell of a lot cheaper than a sports car. Photography's really for lonely hearts; you're by yourself, but surrounded by people. You watch them through the lens, feed on their fleeting touches. I threw myself into it fully without thinking too much, like I do with just about everything. Like I did with her. Three months after the divorce, I went to the butterfly house. To see things so wet and new enter the world, so hopeful, was healthier projecting my turmoil onto the world around me. The insects' colorful wings rendered through the lens like stained glass, and there was so much variety. I started shooting at the conservatory whenever I could, and gleaned a lot about butterflies in the process. Monarch butterflies, Danaus plexippus, migrate long distances, from the great lakes to the gulf, then come back again when the weather warms up. How they remember the path back home, no one's quite sure. Almost romantic. On the other end of the spectrum, some moths only live for a week. Actias luna don't eat anything during their brief week of existence, because they can't: their mouths are vestigial. Instead, they rely on what they ate in their larval state to sustain them throughout their lives. They eat, change, mate, and die. Also kind of romantic. In a sense. Six months after the divorce is when I saw it. The reason for this video. I was kneeling in front of a coneflower, Echinacea purpurea, waiting for one of the little powdery things to alight on a petal. A kid running through the conservatory was scaring off most of my subjects, but I could be patient. What else did I have going on in my life? My friends were mostly married and mostly busy, my family...well, I'd rather not go there. So I waited. Crouched, holding the hefty camera, lens focused, my mind was sharp but my body was getting stiff. I was about to call the day a wash when something interesting came into view. A large butterfly landed on the purple flower. Its folded wings were pure ashy black, and it looked sharper than the objects around it. This one had a sort of presence, a portentous aura, as if the events of the world waited on every flap of its wing. In my time here, I'd never seen anything like it. It held my attention in a vice, like it wasn't a bug at all, but a treacherous cinder in a pile of dry leaves. Like it demanded a watchful eye, else the ember might be stirred by a breeze to glow again and burn and burn. I snapped a few photos of its dusky form. Then it turned, its back now facing the camera, and spread its wings. There smudged across its span were three bars of color: white over red over brown on black. Like three chalky rectangles floating in the void. The thing that worried me most about this creature was that it was somehow familiar, like somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind I had seen this before. But not on a butterfly, no, it had to be something else. Six years ago, we drove up to canada in a cheap rental car. We threaded a trail up and east, across the Erie border, into the marigold hills of pennsylvania, through the vineyards and thin eastern pines of new york, up across the border. We were spending a long weekend in Toronto, taking in the sights and sounds of a real city, a place where public transportation isn't just a pipe dream. We bought fresh pears from a bodega in and took the metro across the river. We walked through the financial district and saw a seagull pick at fries in a discarded styrofoam container. I say we. I can see the places in my mind, remember the sounds and smells, but she's not really there in my memory anymore. My mind erased her from the picture, but the empty space she occupied is still there. Like a citation to a book that doesn't exist, an overexposed blob on a film negative haunting every frame. This was our last trip together, not that we knew that at the time. We were both worn out, a wordless static swelling between us. Radios tuned to different stations. We were growing apart, but neither of us wanted to admit it. That would be too brave. Easier to let it wither away until it's a dry husk of what it once was. We had exhausted just about every other method of holding this thing together, so in a mocking reflection of our first date, we went to the Art Gallery of Ontario. We casually wound through the hallways going through the motions, pointing out something interesting here, gently nodding there. In a dark room near the end, among the abstract expressionists, was that pattern I had seen before. A Rothko, white and red something, on display. It shook me more than I had anticipated that day. Something about the frankness of it. There was no obfuscation, no dalliance. It just was. I knew then that we had to split, come what may. The camera fell from my eye as my arm went limp. This couldn't possibly be the same pattern I'd seen six years ago. I must have been remembering the painting wrong. Or maybe some sicko had meticulously painted its wings. A cruel obsession. But the nausea welling inside me told me that I was flailing for a rational explanation for the irrational. That to know the thing was to unknow all else. That I was throwing darts at the tide. Putting a leash on an acorn. Crying over spooled milk. I pulled myself from my stupor and shot a few pictures of its outstretched wings before it flew off. I showed the photos to the head of the butterfly house, almost just to reassure myself that I hadn't imagined it. He had no idea where it had come from or what it was, but he did see the pattern, too. He guessed it was a rare genetic mutation occurring in a more common variety of butterfly. He went with me to look for it, but we didn't find a trace of it in the conservatory. Once I got home, I searched for the painting. There it was, Mark Rothko's No.1, White and Red from 1962. It was identical to the pattern on the butterfly's wings.There had to be some kind of connection between the bug and the painting, but even after hours of research, I just wasn't seeing it. Eventually, like anything else, the novelty of that day wore off and I went back to my usual routines as if it had never happened. One afternoon weeks later I stepped out of the humid greenhouse into the glaring september sun. The courtyard was hot and white. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, rolling into my eyes and stinging my vision. I squinted against the salt and light, and in my periphery saw a bird eating its dinner under an oak tree. A blackbird, large iridescent green-black, a white streak dripping down one wing. I rubbed my eyes to clear the sweat. The bird had something sticking out of its mouth: its poor prey hadn't been completely devoured yet. Poking out of the black beak was a butterfly. It didn't look like one from the conservatory, though. I took out my camera and zoomed in on the bird. The wing dangling from its mouth had a stunning pattern. Swirling blues and whites, tangerine globes and black spires. Before I could even register what I was seeing, the bird took off into the thick air. That sickening deja vu hit me again, but this time I didn't need to look it up to know what it was. Eight years back on our trip to New York we explored the Museum of Modern Art. It was the first household-name-famous painting I'd seen in person. Not as big as I expected, but stunning nonetheless. Van Gogh. Starry Night. I ran through the conservatory and out the door, tracking the blackbird as best I could. Jogging with my camera and bag wasn't ideal. By the time the bird landed, I was red and puffing hard. The shining bird with the dripping wing had landed on a branch next to a shuttered house. The surrounding houses were also condemned, and this one seemed to be in the worst condition of the bunch. The white paint on the doorframe was peeling, revealing the wood grain underneath in stripes like the teeth of a great beast. The shutters were drooping eyelids, hanging crooked from their hinges. The windows were dusty and glazed over with cataract grime, those that weren't shattered anyway. It was falling apart, a relic leftover from a more prosperous time, but it had an austere dignity that so many ancient and forgotten things do. The tree next to the slouching old shack had crashed through the roof at one point. There the blackbird perched, inviting me into its home. The door creaked open with a push, and the smell of wet wood and rotting fabric flushed out and spread over the brown lawn. Vines and mold reached in equal measure up the splotchy walls. Sunlight falling in through the hole in the ceiling stepped lightly down the stairs and caught dust in its place. An offwhite couch sat mouldering in one corner of the den, a table with a broken leg had years ago spilled its contents onto the floor. Green tendrils wrapped around lamp cords and stretched across rooms. A gentle drip in the stained kitchen sink rang out through the silent house. And all across the ceiling through the house hung little crystalline pods. Hundreds of cocoons dangling from the stucco, from fan blades, from mounted pots and pans and light fixtures. A few butterflies were already emerging, casting aside their comfortable skin to face the new. These cocoons continued up the stairway and onto the ceiling of the second floor. I crept up the uneven stairs, testing each one with a press of my foot just in case the whole thing was about to collapse. More chrysalis dotted the ceilings here, and so too did the pudgy little bugs that make them, inching their way across the abandoned home. Some bright and colorful, some drab and fuzzy, the caterpillars had moved into this space that people no longer wanted. The hole in the ceiling up there had been worse than it looked from the outside. A section of the wall had been caved in as the tree grew through it. Its boughs outstretched along the broken wall as if cleaving it open, a large ovular hole in the trunk nearby slack like a hungry maw. Living branches and leaves intertwined with the dead lumber planks and leaden drywall. Caterpillars nibbled at the corners of the vibrant green foliage fanning out across what was once a bedroom, crawled up and down the bedposts and nightstand. I shudder to think what might have been festering under the mildewy comforter. The tiny creatures here covered nearly every interior surface after the mold and water damage had taken their parcels. A faint hum reverberated from somewhere within its walls. Now that I had taken in the place, I could start examining the insects themselves. The caterpillars were mostly typical: short, rotund, many brightly colored like little tubes of acrylic paint, but they were hardly exceptional. They went about their business with a casual disinterest in my presence in their reclaimed home. The butterflies, on the other hand, were illogical, inconceivable, exquisite. Every lepidoptera had painted wings. Gently fluttering clouds, each point engraved with some classic or another; a monet here, a frankenthaler there. My mind reeled at the implications that this suggested. Did we influence them somehow, affect them to grow with these patterns? Or were our artistic hands subtly moved by some unseen force to create these great works? That's what a lot of the ancients thought. Certain gods and muses could be literal in their influence. Divine inspiration. On the other hand, what if there was an outside force affecting us, but it wasn't helping us? What if it was indifferent to us, like the rest of the universe? Or actively malevolent? What if it wanted to reclaim the land from us, like the insects had taken this home? I knew that if I thought too much about the big questions of the universe I'd lose myself, forget I'm a person and feel that cosmic unreality in the pit of my stomach. It struck me as odd that other people could perceive me. Odd that I existed at all. I knew I should go home, but I couldn't leave for fear that it might vanish just as quickly as it had popped into my life. I briskly walked to the truckstop up the highway to grab snacks, drinks, and a travel blanket. I was going to stay and document what I saw for as long as I could. The insects in this house behaved quite differently from the ones outside. For one, they rarely traveled beyond the yard. The overgrown lawns dotted with wildflowers and tall grasses surrounding the place provided all that they needed. They also seemed to function as a unit, like a school of fish: when one moved, many moved in a cascading wave. The artwork on their backs spanned ages. I saw greek pottery imprinted on their wings, the birth of venus, carvaggio's light and shadow. Many of the works I recognized, some I didn't. Who knows how many photos I took of the butterfly with the Last Supper on its back. It must have been weeks that I slept on the dusty floor with a thin blanket and my camera bag as a pillow. The excitement and wonder kept me in place. I subsisted on empty gas station calories and sugary soda. The wrappers and empty bottles started radiating around me in a ritualistic circle as time wore on beyond my knowledge. My skin grew pale and oily, my hair matted, but I hardly noticed. I ate, observed, and very rarely slept. I was so enthralled I had hardly noticed the change. The recent hatchlings had been trending toward modern art: no longer DaVinci's and Gentileschi's, the butterflies flitted about with more post-industrial design on their wings, Mondrian's squares, Picasso's blue period. The hum within the house had grown as well, but I hardly took notice at the time. Then came the seismic shift. I was feeling weak, lightheaded and nearly delirious, when I saw a horse and rider mid-gait painted on an eggshell white body. No, not painted, I realized after some inspection. Photographed. Days passed and more butterflies emerged with film on their backs: images of war, recreation, winston churchill and che guavara. The hum was loud enough now that I couldn't ignore it. My head was pulsing and the noise was only exacerbating it. I needed to get out for a minute of fresh air. I walked the abandoned neighborhood, then beyond into the former arts district. The stars were crystals hanging in deep blue velvet overhead. The streets were empty and still. I crossed the old craft store and paused to look in the window. I felt an irresistible compulsion to paint. But I had no money left after abandoning my job for weeks. I tore a section of my greasy shirt and wrapped it around my fist. The window shattered more easily than I'd expected. I absconded back to my hideaway with tubes of oil paints, turpentine, brushes and rags, canvas. Wading through the trash filling up my own little cocoon, I began to paint. I started on the canvas, but soon found it confining. My paint spilled off the page and onto the walls, the floors, the ceilings, the trash. I couldn't say how long I painted. I never grew tired or hungry. I didn't need or want. I was in the flow. I simply was. The house was only so large, though. Two floors entirely covered in paint, dirty rags scattered about and turpentine dripping down the stairs, and yet I wasn't satisfied. I'd have to make something else my canvas. I started on my free hand, red and purple spots along my fingers, then green up my arm. Black along the torso, white stripes near ribs. I stripped off my remaining clothes that got in the way of my brush. Blue around my eyes, yellow bands across my head. Once I was entirely encased in paint, I felt my mind relax, deflating like air let out of a balloon. I grew aware of my surroundings again. The hum had grown so loud it was shaking the remaining furniture in the bedroom. I had been so preoccupied with the transformation of the creatures that I hadn't even noticed where they were actually coming from: caterpillars were pouring out of the hole in the encroaching tree. Swaths of crawling, squirming bugs spilled from the crooked mouth of bark and writhed in the dark room. On the wall opposite the tree, butterflies gathered. They stationed themselves in a square on the white paint. They flapped their wings and moved in unison. This patch of living color formed a pointilist image of her face. An image I had taken. My own photograph of my former wife. The insectoid screen undulated and shifted, forming new images in succession like a flipbook, each one displaying a moment from my past that I had captured. New York, Toronto, chopping vegetables, hiking through shale caves, the first snowfall of our last year together. I could feel the change curling inside me. Was I destined to take these photos, to mirror the natural patterns of the world? Or were these insects somehow directed to grow in accordance with my life? The swirling thoughts surged forth in waves of vertigo. My brain was swelling, pushing up against my skull. I smelled smoke from the stairway, acrid chemical flame and burning cloth. Flames of every color rose and licked at the blackened walls, dancing and fluttering. Thick smog was filling the room. I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled to the only place that seemed safe, into the buzzing tree. I nestled down into the bark as far as I could, only the top of my head peering out through the opening. I felt my new brethren creeping and slinking in the darkness all around me. I set up my camera and recorded this testimony with the last of its battery. Oh my stomach is pulsing, moving, as if something is crawling inside. I can feel it bubbling up like gold from deep within. My back is splitting with wet folded wings. The photographs on their wings flip faster and faster until it's a moving image, a film, streaming through the striations of black smoke. I can't stifle my laughter as I see my life playing out before me on the living screen. Loud full body spasms. How else can you react to the absurdity of life laid bare so bluntly before you? If a caterpillar can become a butterfly, what might I look like after my metamorphosis? What glory might humanity ascend to in its next phase? I envy you, because if you're watching this, you know. We're ready to reclaim what you have taken. I am hatching. I am ascending on painted wings ablaze. But I am not in pain. I am beautiful. CONWAY ON TAPE: Well, I...I'm gonna need a minute. CLICK *** CONWAY: Nothing stays the same, no matter how hard we try. Something somewhere is always changing, like the water to vapor. Hell, even electrons are always moving around, can't quite pin ‘em down. The changes inside are the hardest to spot, though. And you're usually the last one to notice you've changed. You're you, after all. As I slipped my influence into every corner of this state, I could barely recall most of my life, such as it was. Didn't miss my body all that much either, never really felt like I fit in it anyway. But for a moment, I felt a bit nostalgic for my old job. This nostalgia is a warning sign that something isn't what it once was, that some part of you is no longer there. I hadn't seen the cracks forming yet. I was still intoxicated with my new position. There was a rock in my metaphorical shoe, though. A lingering thought I just couldn't shake, even with all this. It started with the phone call from the fisherman. “You're not real.” What the hell was that all about? Of course I'm real. “I think therefore” and all that. I'm the Boss. I've got buildings full of people who listen to me. Doesn't get much realer than that. But there was that itch somewhere in the vast and ever expanding recesses of my consciousness I couldn't quite scratch. I felt like I was forgetting something, or like I was about to remember something big. “How's Lucy?” *** Outro--interrupted *brakes screech* I fell asleep at the wheel and woke up at the bottom of an off-ramp. With no one else around and nothing to distract me, I dozed off. Just for a second. I'm not proud of it, but it's the truth. I caught myself quickly enough that I somehow managed to avoid smashing into any of the parked--well “parked”--cars on the highway. I was at a stop sign, and ahead of me was a one-lane country road. I couldn't see anyone in either direction for as far as my eyesight allowed. But below the stop sign was a bright green plaque, emblazoned with a path to what I'd been looking for: AISLING - FIVE MILES. Conway, here I come. *** LIZ: Is anyone here? *muffled response* LIZ: Hello? I know you're around somewhere. LIZ: Hey. Hey!...hmmm...hail and well met, shadow, I mean you no harm. *under her breath* “Hail and well met”? Jesus, what's wrong with me. SHADOW: *anxious* What was that? LIZ: I'm Liz, who the hell are you? SHADOW: *slowly, with effort* I...I don't know. It's hard to think. I'm...where am I? What am I? LIZ: I know, I totally felt the same. Just take a minute. Relax. I'm a friend. SHADOW: I can't feel my...anything. LIZ: Yup, that'll happen. Corporeality's kinda messed up here. So it goes. If you focus really hard, you might be able to keep yourself solid. See? SHADOW: I'm dreaming. This isn't real...I must still be asleep. LIZ: Sure, you sort of are. Anyway, what do you say we get out of here? See your friends again. SHADOW: But...wait, I remember something. I can't go yet. The Head Office. The Board Room. There's...there's something there. It's...oh god. The tower. We can't just leave it there. LIZ: Board Room? Can you show me? SHADOW: I think I can lead us there. But... LIZ, to WREN: Wren, this could be big. Could be a whole lot of shadows there for us to recruit. I'm going in. Good luck out there.
Carter Wilson – the Dead Husband - Carter Wilson is the USA Today and #1 Denver Post bestselling author of seven critically acclaimed, standalone psychological thrillers, as well as numerous short stories. He is an ITW Thriller Award finalist, a four-time winner of the Colorado Book Award, and his novels have received multiple starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, Booklist, and Library Journal. Get Carter's latest book The Dead Husband at Amazon For more on Carter Wilson, head to his website at Carter lives in Erie, Colorado in a Victorian house that's spooky but isn't haunted…yet. He's so method. He talks to ol Pedro about when he figured out his voice, writing “dark shit” (his own words), writing his blog and newsletter, his goals such as a book per year, and much more in this fun convo. Please support the Break It Down Show by doing a monthly subscription to the show All of the money you invest goes directly to supporting the show! For the of this episode head to Haiku Writing the dark stuff Domestic suspense, that is Read The Dead Husband Similar episodes: Bill Mankins DW Wilber Mark Sullivan Join us in supporting Save the Brave as we battle PTSD. Executive Producer/Host: Pete A Turner Producer: Damjan Gjorgjiev Writer: Dragan Petrovski The Break It Down Show is your favorite best, new podcast, featuring 5 episodes a week with great interviews highlighting world-class guests from a wide array of shows.
On this episode Simon recaps the 2021 1A and 2A football state championship games while also talking about what happened in the semi finals for 3A, 4A, and 5A level here in Colorado. He also predicts the remaining football championship games along with Kodey and Mazen. He then awards player of the week awards on every level. Stay tuned for the end for end of the year award announcements! 0:00-33:59 1A Championship Recap 40:00-55:43 2A Championship Recap 55:44-58:01 Lutheran vs Fort Morgan Recap 58:02-1:04:34 Roosevelt vs Mead Recap 1:04:35-1:08:59 3A Championship Predictions 1:09:00-1:13:46 Pine Creek vs Chatfield Recap 1:13:47- 1:18:33 Erie vs Montrose Recap 1:18:34-1:20:10 4A Championship Predictions 1:20:11-1:22:28 Legend vs Cherry Creek Recap 1:22:29-1:23:26 Grandview vs Valor Christian Recap 1:23:27-1:25:40 5A Championship Predictions 1:25:41-1:35:54 Players of the Week/ End of Year Award Announcements https://linktr.ee/PlaymakersCorner Social Media: Twitter: https://twitter.com/PlaymakerCorner Tik Tok: Playmakers Corner Instagram: https:https://www.instagram.com/playmakerscorner/?hl=en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PlaymakerCorner Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUEcv0BIfXT78kNEtk1pbxQ/featured Listen to us on: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/4rkM8hKtf8eqDPy2xqOPqr Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-cycle-365/id1484493484?uo=4 Breaker: https://www.breaker.audio/the-cycle-365 Google Podcasts: https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy9mODg4MWYwL3BvZGNhc3QvcnNz
We discussed the recent news break in physical therapy..."An indictment issued Tuesday alleges that Hertel & Brown engaged in "creative billing practices" by submitting at least $22 million in false bills for 14 years, starting shortly after Hertel & Brown opened its first office in Erie in January 2007."This is obviously a symptom of a bigger problem.Will we see more of these indictments in the coming months and years?Who here, has seen or even been a part of a practice with "creative" billing practice? I would wager a big percentage if not all.This issue is not going away, and playing the insurance game is getting together and tougher.How many will move away and go hybrid and cash?Will these digital MSKD companies grow to replace us?All topics we touched on!Head to the link below to participate in our 5 Day Challenge!https://www.physicaltherapybiz.com/challengewww.physicaltherapybiz.com/apply PT Everywhere: https://pteverywhere.com/Do you enjoy the podcast? If so, leave us a 5-star review on iTunes and tell a friend to do the same!Are you a member of our free PT Entrepreneur Facebook Group? If not, head to the link below and join the community!https://www.facebook.com/groups/ptentrepreneur/
It was a real pleasure to do the interview with an awesome guest today on this episode of dHarmic Evolution. We have this gentleman who is a soldier, a troubadour, a singer and a songwriter. He is many things! But most importantly, he is a man who walks with God. Strap up your seatbelts, we're going to hang out today with Scott Edward Jones from Erie, Pennsylvania! Scott graduated from Pine Crest Bible College in 1991, and has served in many capacities at Erie First assembly of God since 1996. Scott's ministry was born to a faith walk in the Lord Jesus Christ through hardship and happy times. His songs are well crafted, catchy and easy to sing along with. God has been preparing him for this season of ministry since he sang his first “song unto the Lord,” back in 1969. All his songs are rooted in the scripture and are doctrinally sound in the evangelical traditions. There is a lot of wisdom engrained in Scott. We had a very spirited and valuable conversation and I hope we will take to heart all the lessons and the suggestions that he has been so profound in sharing with us today. Get to know more about this man, hear his songs, his stories, his adventures, all the things that he has been through in his life and be inspired by this amazing man of God, Scott Edward Jones! More about Scott Edward Jones Visit Scott's website, named “Funky Sunday Party” and don't forget to check him out on his social media pages and music platforms and support his works. See all the available links below! Quotes: 11:26 “Things didn't get better, but I was in the right place with the Lord, and that's where I needed to be. Sometimes you have to be torn down to be built back up properly, that's what he did for me on that deployment.” 20:57 “There's other people out there that have felt unworthy of love. They don't feel that they're good enough, or they've made too many mistakes, or they've just got their own records of their past. I'm here to tell them, you're worthy of love too.” 21:39 “There's an interesting quote, brother James, that said, “God told me to forgive my enemies. So I forgave myself.”” 27:35 “Honestly, my ultimate goal is, I'm singing my songs to an audience of one. My songs are really just, you're getting a little peek into my prayer life. I'm sharing intimate thoughts with my Savior, with God. They're songs of praise, most of them, all of them really, some more than others. But it's an audience of one. Really, my overall goal is that when I stand before God, on my judgement day, he says “Well done, good and faithful servant.” and turn for your rest and turn to the kingdom. So that's where I'm at.” 42:52 “ So to me, it's if I'm speaking the truth, if that makes you not like me, that's the price I have to pay.” 46:22 “We only know in part, we only see in part. If you'll watch that video, I'm carrying a crown. That's my purpose. So I know my purpose, I know why I'm here now. I know my lane, and I'm walking in the confidence of that.” 48:18 “If you feel that God's called you to do something, do more than make a decision, take an action.” Timestamps: 01:34 Introducing Scott Edward Jones 03:24 Scott tells how he first got acclimated and got into the service. 07:58 How was Scott's experience when he first got to Afghanistan? 09:40 Scott shared how he met God in his deployment and how it changed his life. 11:41 How his encounter with God gave him a sense of inner calm to deal with his circumstance better 14:10 The reason why there were issues with his unit and how he stood up for justice. 16:34 Listen to “Worthy of Love” by Scott Edward Jones. 19:25 The story behind “Worthy of Love” 22:32 What is a good safe place for Scott to do his dialect therapy and share what's going on? 25:35 The approach in music and the process of creating songs for Scott Edward Jones. 29:29 Does Scott pile his work and come back to it, or just makes it all done until he finishes it? 31:27 Listen to “Signs of Apocalypse” by Scott Edward Jones. 35:38 Scott shares his thoughts watching all the “Signs of Apocalypse” unfold on a day to day basis? 40:17 As a Christian, who's a writer, singer-songwriter, when Scott looks out and sees all the craziness going on, does it affect him? 47:07 Scott's words of wisdom, prayer, and blessing to the audience. 51:28 Listen to “Ride On” by James Kevin O'Connor Spotify Playlist: Hey, have you checked out the Spotify playlist yet? As of this time, we already got three dHarmic Rising Stars playlists that you can listen to and we're working on the fourth one. Get to hear the amazing songs from the alumni of the dHarmic Evolution show. Don't forget to share this to your friends and family as well, and let me know what you think of them by commenting on the website! dHarmic Rising Stars: Aquila https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4loDaYF0OuWRjZeMXvEjK4 dHarmic Rising Stars: Orion https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5CnL9tl0xbU4oDh6jtJBZx dHarmic Rising Stars: Lyra https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ov0OqNMJmPhHrxZjsXthS dHarmic Evolution links: Do you want to get the show every single week at 4:44am? Sign up on your favorite podcast platforms. Check out dharmicevolution.com and see the available platforms that we have. To name a few, we are on Overcast, Apple podcast, JioSaavn and Gaana. If you also want to be part of the show, just message me through my social media pages or through the website as well. 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Special Links and Mentions: Dr. Eugene Foley Mr. Magoo Whoopi Goldberg Connect with Scott Edward Jones Website: http://www.funkysundayparty.com/ Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/scottjones1234 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FunkySundayParty/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8M4LrvmCRB9g8hO5LcRvXQ ReverbNation: https://www.reverbnation.com/ScottEdwardJonesAkaFunkysundayparty SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/scott-edward-jones
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The third installment of the season six Real Housewives of Potomac reunion trundles along this week with some oversized prop comedy, a visit with the husbands, and at long last the arrival of Nicki Minaj on set. Can't wait to see what mess this turns into next week...Get tix to our live shows: https://www.watchwhatcrappens.com/10th-anniversary-hunky-dory-tour/