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Handcrafted vs Procédural : La Création de Mondes dans le Jeu Vidéo et le JDR.Dans cet épisode, FibreTigre nous rejoint au coin du checkpoint pour explorer la génération procédurale et son impact sur la création de jeux vidéo et de jeux de rôle.Au programme :Comment ça marche ? Plongée dans les coulisses de la création procédurale : ses avantages, ses défis et ses limites. Debats et differents points de vue sur la question (nous remercions Jeff Vanelle de BioWare, pour son aide précieuse et ses explications !)Contenu fait main vs procédural : quelles sont les différences fondamentales et leurs impacts sur l'expérience des joueurs ? Comment ne pas essouffler le joueur avec un monde vide, qui manque de patte humaine ?Jacno explique comment la generation procedurale marche sur Houdini et/ou sur d'autres logiciels 3D pour creer par exemple des murs de brique ou des textures d'objets.Histoire et évolution des premiers jeux procéduraux (Rogue, Elite, Dwarf Fortress…) et notre première rencontre avec ces univers générés par des lignes de code (Rimworld, Minecraft, No Man Sky ou Caves of Qud).Débat joueur : une infinité de possibilités, mais un manque d'âme ? Peut-on être attaché à un monde conçu par un algorithme ?On finit par avoir de grandes discussions sur les IA et l'IA générative...Focus sur FibreTigre :Le projet abandonné qu'il aimerait revoir à la vie.Son point de vue sur le travail de Narrative Designer dans les jeux vidéo aujourd'hui.Si vous voulez suivre Fibre :son compte X/Twitter : https://x.com/fibretigre?s=21Bluesky : https://bsky.app/profile/fibretigre.comTwitch : https://www.twitch.tv/fibretigreEt son travail (multiple) : https://www.fibretigre.comRejoignez-nous sur les réseaux pour ne rien manquer de nos prochains épisodes et pour discuter avec nous de vos univers vidéoludiques et de vos favoris. Ensemble, faisons grandir la communauté Au Coin du Checkpoint !

https://salvometalworks.com/product-category/specialty-products Upgrade your home's exterior with handcrafted architectural metal pieces from Salvo Metal Works (866-713-3396). Their expanded collection of custom chimney shrouds and cupolas combines stunning aesthetics with practical function. Here's how these premium elements can transform your home. Salvo Metal Works City: Naperville Address: 566 W 15th Ave Website: https://salvometalworks.com/ Phone: +1 630 857 3631 Email: info@salvometalworks.com

Ep 203 | Join us as we Discover the latest buzz around Edible Arrangements branching into THC-infused products and discuss the implications for the cannabis industry. Next, we explore the trend of pop stars releasing country music featuring Chappell Roan's new single and its impact on the genre. We also recap the latest episode of 1923 and the heartwarming premiere of "Farmer Wants a Wife.” We share our thoughts on the new season's contestants and potential love stories. Plus, we revisit the fascinating world of prebiotic sodas with PepsiCo's acquisition of Poppi.  **************** WELCOME TO DISCOVER AG a top-ranked podcast where agriculture meets pop culture. We're your hosts @‌NatalieKovarik a western tastemaker & millennial cattle rancher & @‌TaraVanderDussen a sought after dairy sustainability speaker & millennial dairy farmer. Every week we dive into the week's top articles and discover what's new in the world of food, agriculture, and western culture with a pop culture twist. **************** SHOP OUR APPAREL!!! ICYMI we launched our Discover Ag MERCH!! We have two collections - our “Core Collection” with our more traditional logos and our “Club Discover Collection” with our more fun - limited time offer - designs. Shop them all here https://d5ef5e-0a.myshopify.com  **************** JOIN CLUB DISCOVER!!! Love Discover Ag?! Take it a step further by joining our Discover Ag Facebook Group! Create community and connect with fellow Disco listeners, Vote on the articles we cover, Discover more episodes & exclusive content and have a say in the conversation!! Join now https://www.facebook.com/groups/clubdiscover **************** CONNECT ONLINE & ON SOCIAL ✩ Website: https://discoverag.com/ ✩ Podcast: https://pod.link/1615443750 ✩ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/discoveragp... ✩ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@discoveragpodcast *************** SWEET WATER PILLOWS: Not just pillows—but works of art. Sweet water pillows are luxurious, genuine leather pillows made 100% in the USA. They feature award-winning, independent artists, so every pillow tells a story. Head to https://sweetwaterpillows.com and use code DISCOVER to get FREE Club Discover merch included in your pillow order! BERKELEY LIFE: Health goes where blood flows. Unlock the foundation of great health and your optimal wellbeing with Nitric Oxide (N.O.). Head to https://berkeleylife.com and use code "DISCOVER" at checkout for 15% off. COZY EARTH: High-end luxury bedding and loungewear, Cozy Earth will help you transform your home. Oprah's favorite things 7 years in a row, Cozy Earth is backed by a lengthy warranty as a testament to their confidence in quality and performance. Shop at https://cozyearth.com/pages/discoverag or use code “DISCOVER” at checkout for 40% off.  SUNRISE FLOUR MILL: Single source, organic, heritage flours using a renewed milling technology from the 1930's. At Sunrise Flour Mill there are no added chemicals, and they never bleach or bromate. Their wheat is grown on a 4th generation organic family farm and they control every part of their wheat's journey from pasture to kitchen. Shop at https://sunriseflourmill.com and use code “DISCOVER” at checkout for 10% off. ARMRA COLOSTRUM: Transform your health starting at its foundation. ARMRA Colostrum™ strengthens your body's barriers to defend against everyday threats and enhance vitality. Code “DISCOVER” at checkout for 15% off. https://tryarmra.com/DISCOVER MANUKORA HONEY: Honey with Superpowers. Pure, high grade Mānuka honey with nutrients to support your immunity, digestion & more. Head to https://MANUKORA.com/DISCOVER to get $25 off the Starter Kit TOUPS & CO: Beauty as Nature Intended. Toups & Co is 100% natural skincare & makeup that uses tallow from grass fed cows, organic cold pressed olive oil and certified organic essential oils. Handcrafted in Alabama, T&C it is simplified skincare you can trust. Head to https://toupsandco.com/DISCOVER to get 10% off. DUCKWORTH: Sheep to Shelf. DuckWorth Merino Wool products are made with wool grown at their Montana Ranch. They carefully manage every step of the process from fiber to finished garment to create a durable and beautiful Montana Born, USA Made product. Head to https://www.duckworthco.com and use code “DISCOVER” at checkout for 10%. **************** Please note this episode may contain paid endorsements and advertisements for products and services. Individuals on the show may have a direct or indirect financial interest in products or services referred to in this episode.

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As Mother's Day approaches, master craftsman Ted McGrath is helping families handcraft unique, heartfelt gifts with a special release of beginner-friendly woodworking plans for personalized, handcrafted gifts that can be custom-made at home just for her. Builder Barb City: Elkhart Address: 2506 Ada Drive, Ste. 3-501107 Website: https://builderbarb.com Email: heather@builderbarb.com

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ARTISAN: Hand Crafted with Dylan Totaro &Happy Hippy Skis - Caleb & Liz   Where Arts & Adventure summits the airwaves, this is the Ogden Arts & Adventure Show!! I am R. Brandon Long along with Todd Oberndorfer, and we are your hosts for the greatest arts & adventure podcast in all the land.   GUEST:    Dylan Totaro // Cinematographer Caleb & Liz // Happy Hippy Skis   ARTISAN: Hand Crafted: https://dylantotaro.myportfolio.com/artisan-happyhippyskis Happy Hippy Skis: https://www.happyhippyskis.com/   MORE OAA:   https://www.facebook.com/ogdenoutdooradventure https://www.instagram.com/ogdenadventure/ https://www.thebanyancollective.com/ogden-outdoor-adventure-show   Thank you to BANYAN1 for powering today's Episode of the Ogden Arts & Adventure Show! Listen and Subscribe to Ogden Arts & Adventure on YouTube! Look for us on Facebook, Instagram, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, thebanyancollective.com, and on the Podbean App for Android & iPhones.   DM us on Instagram @ogdenadventure   Find value in this podcast, consider supporting us here: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/banyanmedia   OUTDOOR JUKEBOX:    Watch Van Sessions on YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/@vansessionspod  

ARTISAN: Hand Crafted with Dylan Totaro &Happy Hippy Skis - Caleb & Liz   Where Arts & Adventure summits the airwaves, this is the Ogden Arts & Adventure Show!! I am R. Brandon Long along with Todd Oberndorfer, and we are your hosts for the greatest arts & adventure podcast in all the land.   GUEST:    Dylan Totaro // Cinematographer Caleb & Liz // Happy Hippy Skis   ARTISAN: Hand Crafted: https://dylantotaro.myportfolio.com/artisan-happyhippyskis Happy Hippy Skis: https://www.happyhippyskis.com/   MORE OAA:   https://www.facebook.com/ogdenoutdooradventure https://www.instagram.com/ogdenadventure/ https://www.thebanyancollective.com/ogden-outdoor-adventure-show   Thank you to BANYAN1 for powering today's Episode of the Ogden Arts & Adventure Show! Listen and Subscribe to Ogden Arts & Adventure on YouTube! Look for us on Facebook, Instagram, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, thebanyancollective.com, and on the Podbean App for Android & iPhones.   DM us on Instagram @ogdenadventure   Find value in this podcast, consider supporting us here: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/banyanmedia   OUTDOOR JUKEBOX:    Watch Van Sessions on YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/@vansessionspod

For the past 12 years, it has been a mission to bring you voices and stories of talent in design, architecture and the arts. There have been so many twists and turns over these past 12 years and many of you have been with me since the early days of the show. A few ideas that often come back to me when presenting these conversations. Two major themes are authenticity and suitability. Two words that you don't hear often. The first being authenticity in design and the other, which you never hear, except here is suitability. Were going to drill down on both this week. Today on the show, you are going to hear from Bailey Todd of White Cliff Studio. Bailey and her Midwest minded, Illinois based firm deals in authenticity in all her projects and we will dig in a bit. It's the suitability idea that I have been focused on lately. For years, I have been non-plussed by the trades, magazines and social media prognosticators alike and this is the perfect way to draw the correlation between the influencer and the influential. The influencer will tell you just how great they are and because they know, here are the things with which you should surround yourself. Influentials on the other hand, this is experienced based knowledge shared with you by people who know because they have experience. I really enjoyed my conversation with Bailey and I think yo will too. She knows her industry, she understands her business and she is willing to chop it up and share. Love that. And, it's coming up, right after this. Thank you to my incredible partner sponsors, ThermaSol, TimberTech, Pacific Sales, Monogram and Design Hardware. Amazing companies and great friends to the trade so please give them an opportunity for your next project. And, thank you for listening, subscribing the show and sharing with your colleagues. If not already subscribing, please consider that so you receive every new episode automatically to your podcast feed. Until next week, thank you for sharing this time together, until the next episode, be well, stay focused and now that it has arrived in earnest, try to rise above the chaos. - CXD

Panda Fest is set to take over the Pinnacle Lot at Atlantic Station, Atlanta, from April 4th to 6th, 2025, offering an expansive and immersive celebration of Asian culture. This event transcends the typical food festival, presenting a multifaceted experience that encompasses culinary delights, artistic expression, and vibrant performances. Venue and Logistics: Location: The Pinnacle Lot at Atlantic Station provides a spacious and accessible venue, ideal for accommodating the large crowds expected at Panda Fest. Accessibility: The venue will be designed to be wheelchair accessible, with designated pathways and ramps. Accessible restrooms will be available. Designated parking areas will be provided for those with accessibility needs. Transportation: Atlantic Station is easily accessible by public transportation, including MARTA. Ride-sharing drop-off and pick-up points will be clearly marked. Ample parking will be available within Atlantic Station, though attendees are encouraged to use public transportation or ride-sharing. Event Times: Friday, April 4th: 4:00 PM - 10:00 PM Saturday, April 5th: 10:00 AM - 10:00 PM Sunday, April 6th: 10:00 AM - 8:00 PM A Gastronomic Adventure: 300+ Asian Street Food Stalls Panda Fest will feature an extraordinary array of over 300 Asian street food vendors, offering a diverse and authentic culinary experience. Culinary Diversity: Attendees can expect to sample dishes from various Asian cuisines, including Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Thai, Vietnamese, and more. Regional specialties will be highlighted, showcasing the unique flavors and culinary traditions of different areas. Expect varieties of Dim Sum, Ramen, Korean BBQ, and many other popular dishes. Interactive Food Experiences: Live cooking demonstrations by renowned chefs and local culinary experts. Opportunities to participate in food-related workshops, such as dumpling-making or sushi-rolling. "Foodie Tours" that guide attendees through a curated selection of must-try dishes. Dietary Considerations: A wide range of vegetarian, vegan, and halal options will be available. Clear labeling of allergens and dietary restrictions at each vendor stall. Atlanta Local Vendors: Panda fest will highlight popular Atlanta based Asian food vendors. A Marketplace of Cultural Treasures: 50+ Artisan Vendors The festival's market fair will feature over 50 artisan vendors, showcasing a diverse range of Asian handicrafts and specialty products. Artisan Craftsmanship: Traditional textiles, including silk garments, hand-woven fabrics, and embroidered accessories. Ceramics and pottery, ranging from delicate porcelain to rustic stoneware. Handcrafted jewelry, featuring precious stones, intricate metalwork, and traditional motifs. Paper crafts, including origami, calligraphy, and paper cutting. Wood carvings, lacquerware, and other traditional crafts. Interactive Demonstrations: Artisans will provide live demonstrations of their crafts, allowing attendees to witness the intricate techniques involved. Opportunities to participate in hands-on workshops, such as calligraphy or origami. Cultural Significance: Each artisan vendor will provide information about the cultural significance and historical context of their crafts. The Iconic Panda: A Symbol of Festivity The 15-foot inflatable panda will serve as the centerpiece of Panda Fest, creating a whimsical and memorable atmosphere. Photo Opportunities: Designated photo zones will be set up around the inflatable panda. Social media contests and giveaways will encourage attendees to share their photos. Family-Friendly Fun: The inflatable panda will be a focal point for family-friendly activities and entertainment. Panda themed merchandise will also be available for purchase. A Stage for Cultural Expression: Live Performances Panda Fest will feature a dynamic lineup of live performances, showcasing the richness and diversity of Asian performing arts. Performance Variety: Traditional music and dance performances, including lion dances, dragon dances, and folk dances. Martial arts demonstrations, showcasing various styles and techniques. Contemporary Asian music and dance performances, including K-pop and other modern genres. Local Atlanta based Asian performance groups. Interactive Elements: Opportunities for audience participation in dance workshops or martial arts demonstrations. Stage Production: Professional sound and lighting systems to enhance the performance experience. Cultural Enrichment and Community Engagement: Panda Fest is committed to fostering cultural education and community building. Educational Exhibits: Interactive exhibits showcasing the history, culture, and traditions of various Asian countries. Displays on Asian languages, religions, and customs. Community Partnerships: Collaboration with local Asian community organizations to promote cultural exchange. Workshops and Demonstrations: Workshops on traditional arts, such as calligraphy, painting, and other skills. Get Tickets HERE: https://www.pandafests.com About the show: Ash Brown is a force to be reckoned with in the world of motivation and empowerment. This multi-talented American is a gifted producer, blogger, speaker, media personality, and event emcee. Her infectious energy and passion for helping others shine through in everything she does. Ash Said It, Ash Does It: * AshSaidit.com: This vibrant blog is your one-stop shop for a peek into Ash's world. Dive into exclusive event invites, insightful product reviews, and a whole lot more. It's a platform that keeps you informed and entertained. * The Ash Said It Show: Buckle up for a motivational ride with Ash's signature podcast. 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The End of PSTN: A Historic Shift and a Massive Opportunity for Resellers, TELCLOUD POTS & Shots Podcast, “The carriers aren't being forced to shut it down. They want to shut it down,” explains Jacoby. “They can no longer afford to maintain copper networks, and the revenue just isn't there.” "The public switched telephone network is going away—globally. It's time to act.” — Jake Jacoby of TELCLOUD. In this edition of POTS & Shots, Technology Reseller News publisher Doug Green sits down with Jake Jacoby of TELCLOUD to discuss a seismic industry shift—the worldwide sunset of PSTN (Public Switched Telephone Network). As legacy copper networks are being decommissioned, businesses face rising costs and potential service disruptions. The good news? Resellers are in a prime position to deliver modern solutions and secure long-term recurring revenue. What's Driving the Global PSTN Shutdown? The retirement of PSTN isn't just happening in the U.S.—it's a worldwide transformation. The two primary forces behind this shift: The Move to Fiber and Wireless: Carriers have heavily invested in fiber optics and 5G wireless networks, pushing copper infrastructure into obsolescence. Deregulation and Rising Costs: U.S. carriers successfully lobbied the FCC to deregulate POTS lines, removing price caps. As a result, prices have skyrocketed while service quality has deteriorated. “The carriers aren't being forced to shut it down. They want to shut it down,” explains Jacoby. “They can no longer afford to maintain copper networks, and the revenue just isn't there.” The Risks of Falling Behind For businesses still relying on POTS lines, failing to transition isn't just a financial burden—it's a major operational risk: Life Safety Systems at Risk: Fire alarms, elevators, security panels, and emergency blue-light phones still depend on copper lines. When those lines fail, businesses could face compliance violations—or worse, life-threatening emergencies. Aging Infrastructure Will Fail: Even before carriers officially pull the plug, deteriorating copper lines will cause disruptions. Businesses that delay their transition risk being caught off guard. How Resellers Can Lead the Charge Resellers are in a prime position to help businesses migrate from outdated POTS lines to modern alternatives. The key is proactive outreach. TELCLOUD provides: Sales & Training Support: Educational content, sales collateral, and email templates to help resellers confidently discuss POTS replacement. Turnkey Solutions: TELCLOUD's white-label platform allows resellers to provide fully branded solutions without selling direct. Reliable Implementation: With 30–40% of U.S. POTS lines expected to transition in 2025, demand for qualified technicians and equipment will surge. Resellers that act now can avoid bottlenecks and delays. "Your customers want to do business with you," says Jacoby. "If you're not bringing this solution, they'll find someone who will. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become their trusted advisor while securing high-margin, recurring revenue.” A Tequila Fit for a Historic Transition No POTS & Shots episode is complete without a top-tier tequila recommendation. This week, Jacoby brings out his personal favorite—Fortaleza. Handcrafted using traditional methods, Fortaleza is a small-batch tequila that retains the authenticity of its Jalisco roots. Unlike mass-market brands, Fortaleza is crafted using a tahona stone (historically pulled by donkeys) to crush the agave, preserving its rich and complex flavors. "This is a true sipping tequila," Jacoby says. "If you find it, buy it—it's hard to get, and it's absolutely worth it.” Join Us Next Week: Multi-Win Mastery – The Backbone of Modern Telecom In the next episode of POTS & Shots, we'll explore multi-win mastery, a strategy that maximizes value for resellers, end customers, and the industry as a whole.

In this exciting episode of Wild Life Outdoors, Jose and Russell sit down with Jerid Doering to talk about his incredible journey of building his own skiff from the ground up. Jerid shares the inspiration behind the project, the challenges he faced, and the rewarding feeling of crafting a vessel perfectly suited for exploring the water.The conversation doesn't stop there—Jose, Russell, and Jerid dive into their shared love of fly fishing in saltwater, especially along the Texas coast. They discuss the thrill of chasing redfish on the flats, the unique challenges of saltwater fly fishing, and the unforgettable experiences that come with exploring these coastal waters.Whether you're a boat-building enthusiast, a fly angler, or just love a good DIY success story, this episode is packed with passion, adventure, and appreciation for the outdoors. Tune in to hear Jerid's storyJerid's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hooks_and_hooch/?hl=en#WildLifeOutdoors #JeridDoering #DIYSkiff #BoatBuilding #HandcraftedBoats #SaltwaterFlyFishing #TexasCoastFishing #RedfishOnTheFly #FlyFishingAdventures #CoastalAngling #FishingTheFlats #DIYFishingProjects #OutdoorCraftsmanship #FishingPassion #SaltwaterExploration #AnglerStories #SkiffBuildingJourney #CustomFishingBoats #FlyFishingLifestyle #TexasSaltwaterFishing #InshoreFishing #ChasingRedfish #FishingEnthusiasts

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In this episode of the Woodpreneur Podcast, host Steve Larosiliere interviews Joe Trave from Village Handcrafted, who shares his inspiring journey from building furniture in his backyard to managing a thriving manufacturing operation. Joe discusses the challenges of scaling his business, the importance of craftsmanship, and the future of American manufacturing. He highlights the necessity of obsessing over quality, navigating economic difficulties, and the hustle required to thrive in the woodworking industry. The conversation also explores the impact of policies on business growth, the need for vocational training to address workforce shortages, and the importance of apprenticeship programs to nurture future talent. Takeaways Joe began building furniture in his backyard and pivoted to cabinetry after recognizing market challenges.Village Handcrafted grew from $200,000 to $5 million in sales, emphasizing quality and craftsmanship.Policies, including tax breaks and tariffs, are critical in supporting American manufacturing.Vocational training and apprenticeship programs are essential for addressing the skilled labor shortage.Scaling a business requires balancing quality of life, business demands, and adaptability to economic shifts. Chapters 00:00 - The Journey of Village Handcrafted 09:57 - Scaling the Business 20:10 - Navigating Challenges and Growth 29:59 - The Future of American Manufacturing 37:55 - Creating a Pipeline for Future Talent 43:57 - The Misconceptions of Custom Pricing You can contact Joe at: https://villagehandcrafted.com/ https://www.instagram.com/village_handcrafted/ https://www.facebook.com/Villagehandcraftedcabinetry/

When Belgian chef Xavier came to Richmond, Virginia to open a restaurant, little did he know he'd meet his match in his meticulous and spunky Southern sous chef, Hannah. The two bonded over their love of cooking and really good food. Their love story was just the beginning, when Hannah started whipping up restaurant-quality ice cream sandwiches they knew they were onto something. Now the husband and wife team sandwich together their European roots, Southern charm and premium ice cream between freshly baked chewy cookies. Handcrafted in small batches, Nightingale ice cream sandwiches are made with a 14% butterfat ice cream, fresh baked cookies & homemade inclusions. Joyful & indulgent in nature, they cannot be compared to any other ice cream novelty, evoking tastes of childhood with new-age sophistication. IG nightingaleicecream | nightingaleicecream.com Find Me: IG + TikTok citrusdiaries.studio citrusdiaries.com | hello@citrusdiaries.com Create your ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠podcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ today! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠#madeonzencastr

In this episode of the Hunting Gear Podcast, host Dan Johnson welcomes Matt Wade and Jimmy from Knight & Hale, a historic brand in turkey hunting gear. They discuss the brand's origins, its revival after a period of dormancy, and the strategies they are implementing to appeal to both older and younger generations of hunters. The conversation highlights the passion behind turkey hunting, the importance of community, and the excitement surrounding the launch of new products. In this conversation, the team from Night and Hail discusses the importance of customer feedback in product development, emphasizing their commitment to quality and innovation. They highlight their focus on creating unique turkey calls and accessories that cater to a wide demographic, including the next generation of hunters. The conversation also touches on the brand's legacy and their plans for revitalization at upcoming events. Takeaways: Nightingale is a cornerstone brand in turkey hunting. The brand was founded in 1972 by Harold Knight and David Hale. Harold and David remain actively involved in product development. The turkey hunting community is passionate and engaged. Reviving the brand involves reconnecting with its roots. Social media plays a crucial role in reaching younger hunters. The camaraderie of turkey hunting sets it apart from deer hunting. New product launches are focused on quality and heritage. The old Yeller call is being relaunched due to high demand. The excitement around turkey hunting is being reignited with new generations. Customer feedback is crucial for product success. Quality control ensures each call is unique. The brand aims to cater to all demographics. Innovative products are designed for comfort and usability. Reviving the brand's legacy is a key focus. The team values the input of experienced hunters. Handcrafted products stand out in a crowded market. Building memories is central to the brand's mission. Upcoming launches will showcase new and exciting products. The NWTF show is a pivotal event for brand engagement. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of the Hunting Gear Podcast, host Dan Johnson welcomes Matt Wade and Jimmy from Knight & Hale, a historic brand in turkey hunting gear. They discuss the brand's origins, its revival after a period of dormancy, and the strategies they are implementing to appeal to both older and younger generations of hunters. The conversation highlights the passion behind turkey hunting, the importance of community, and the excitement surrounding the launch of new products. In this conversation, the team from Night and Hail discusses the importance of customer feedback in product development, emphasizing their commitment to quality and innovation. They highlight their focus on creating unique turkey calls and accessories that cater to a wide demographic, including the next generation of hunters. The conversation also touches on the brand's legacy and their plans for revitalization at upcoming events. Takeaways: Nightingale is a cornerstone brand in turkey hunting. The brand was founded in 1972 by Harold Knight and David Hale. Harold and David remain actively involved in product development. The turkey hunting community is passionate and engaged. Reviving the brand involves reconnecting with its roots. Social media plays a crucial role in reaching younger hunters. The camaraderie of turkey hunting sets it apart from deer hunting. New product launches are focused on quality and heritage. The old Yeller call is being relaunched due to high demand. The excitement around turkey hunting is being reignited with new generations. Customer feedback is crucial for product success. Quality control ensures each call is unique. The brand aims to cater to all demographics. Innovative products are designed for comfort and usability. Reviving the brand's legacy is a key focus. The team values the input of experienced hunters. Handcrafted products stand out in a crowded market. Building memories is central to the brand's mission. Upcoming launches will showcase new and exciting products. The NWTF show is a pivotal event for brand engagement. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode of the Hunting Gear Podcast, host Dan Johnson welcomes Matt Wade and Jimmy from Knight & Hale, a historic brand in turkey hunting gear. They discuss the brand's origins, its revival after a period of dormancy, and the strategies they are implementing to appeal to both older and younger generations of hunters. The conversation highlights the passion behind turkey hunting, the importance of community, and the excitement surrounding the launch of new products. In this conversation, the team from Night and Hail discusses the importance of customer feedback in product development, emphasizing their commitment to quality and innovation. They highlight their focus on creating unique turkey calls and accessories that cater to a wide demographic, including the next generation of hunters. The conversation also touches on the brand's legacy and their plans for revitalization at upcoming events.Takeaways:Nightingale is a cornerstone brand in turkey hunting.The brand was founded in 1972 by Harold Knight and David Hale.Harold and David remain actively involved in product development.The turkey hunting community is passionate and engaged.Reviving the brand involves reconnecting with its roots.Social media plays a crucial role in reaching younger hunters.The camaraderie of turkey hunting sets it apart from deer hunting.New product launches are focused on quality and heritage.The old Yeller call is being relaunched due to high demand.The excitement around turkey hunting is being reignited with new generations. Customer feedback is crucial for product success.Quality control ensures each call is unique.The brand aims to cater to all demographics.Innovative products are designed for comfort and usability.Reviving the brand's legacy is a key focus.The team values the input of experienced hunters.Handcrafted products stand out in a crowded market.Building memories is central to the brand's mission.Upcoming launches will showcase new and exciting products.The NWTF show is a pivotal event for brand engagement.

I had the privilege to chat with Rachael of Our Handcrafted Home all about seed starting on the podcast this week. I made a TON of mistakes last year and I wanted to make sure to get this info out so you don't make all the same mistakes I did. I hope you learn something new and feel inspired to start some seeds indoors this year in order to extend your garden season. Don't forget to check out Rachael's Guide to Seed Starting over on her blog.   Check out https://ourhandcraftedhome.com/ for more!

Treading New Paths: Jax & Bard's Shoemaking MasteryIn the heart of Gray, Maine, a small town known for its scenic beauty and quiet charm, a unique brand has emerged, one that combines age-old shoemaking traditions with modern sensibilities. That brand is Jax & Bard, a name synonymous with high-quality, handcrafted footwear. Whether you're a connoisseur of custom shoes or simply someone who values craftsmanship, Jax & Bard offers more than just shoes—they offer a story, a legacy, and a testament to the enduring art of shoemaking.The Origins of Jax & BardFounded by Jackie Lindstedt—the company started with a love for shoe design and craft as well as quality and sustainability. Jackie was driven by a desire to create shoes that not only looked stunning but also felt exceptional to wear. Jax & Bard shoes are designed with a focus on comfort, durability, and, most importantly, craftsmanship.Both Jax and Bard bring a personal touch to every pair of shoes they create, infusing their distinct styles into their work while honoring the legacy of traditional shoemaking techniques but also making the process more modern and sustainable. Their commitment to quality is evident in every stitch and the fabric she uses is unique as she can craft a custom piece for her clients.Handcrafted from Start to FinishWhat sets Jax & Bard apart from other footwear brands is their dedication to the art of handcrafting. From the moment a customer places an order to the time they slip their feet into their new shoes, the experience is steeped in artistry. Jackie carefully and strategically prints out a design onto sustainable fabric and then places the fabric on clogs or an espadrille base sourced by a local company.The design process is highly personalized. Jax and Bard work closely with each client to ensure the shoes not only fit perfectly but also reflect the wearer's style. Each pair is made-to-order, meaning no two shoes are exactly the same, and this level of bespoke care is what makes Jax & Bard shoes a unique treasure for those who appreciate the value of true craftsmanship.Every step in the creation of a Jax & Bard shoe is done with precision and care. The process includes hand-stitching, custom fitting, and finishing techniques that ensure a level of comfort and durability not often seen in mass-produced footwear. The result is a pair of shoes that don't just serve as a piece of clothing but as an investment in craftsmanship, style, and longevity.A Commitment to Local CraftsmanshipThough Jax & Bard has expanded its reach beyond Gray, Maine, the company remains deeply rooted in its local community. They take pride in their artisanal approach and in supporting the local economy by sourcing materials and services from nearby suppliers whenever possible. The brand is also committed to sustainable practices, ensuring that its shoes are built to last, thereby reducing waste and the environmental footprint of fast fashion. She even takes leftover fabrics and turns them into earrings.The Future of Jax & Bard: Crafting New PathsAs the company grows, Jax & Bard remains committed to its core values. They continue to build upon their legacy by expanding their collections and experimenting with new designs and techniques while staying true to their roots. The world of custom footwear is evolving, and Jax & Bard is at the forefront of this evolution, bringing old-world craftsmanship into the modern age. She is even considering diving into slippers which is a huge passion of hers.But while the future is exciting, Jax & Bard hasn't lost sight of what makes their shoes special: the personal connection they have with their customers. Each pair of shoes is more than just a product; it's a collaboration between the maker and the wearer, ensuring a perfect fit, both physically and stylistically.Discovering Jax & BardTo explore their collections or learn more about the artisans behind Jax & Bard, visit https://jaxandbard.shoes/. Whether you're based in Maine or beyond, there's no better time to step into a pair of shoes that are as unique as you are.If you enjoyed this Makers of the USA episode, please leave a rating and review on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or Facebook. Please check out Makers of the USA's YouTube channel, Facebook, and Instagram. Thank you all and stay safe and healthy. If you enjoyed this Makers of the USA episode, please leave a rating and review on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or Facebook. Please check out Makers of the USA's YouTube channel, Facebook and Instagram. Thank you all and stay safe and healthy.

Join the dialogue - text your questions, insights, and feedback to The Dignity Lab podcast.In this conversation, Jennifer discusses the impact of the Victorian era and the Pre-Raphaelite movement on modern craft and dignity with designer Natalie Chanin. They explore the significance of hand craftsmanship, the relationship between dignity and work, and the need for a cultural shift in how we perceive and value craft in society. Chanin shares her journey of creating a sustainable fashion movement in Alabama, emphasizing the importance of community and environmental consciousness. She describes her own relationship with dignity.ResourcesThe Geometry of Hand-Sewing: Project and Stories Celebrating Hand-Sewing, Quilting, and Embroidery for Contemporary Sustainable Style by Natalie ChaninEmbroidery: Threads and Stories from Alabama Chanin and the School of Making by Natalie ChaninAlabama Studio Sewing + Design: A Guide to Hand-Sewing an Alabama Chanin Wardrobe by Natalie ChaninAlabama Stitch Book by Natalie ChaninWilliam Morris GalleryTakeawaysCraftsmanship is essential for personal dignity and fulfillment.Natalie Chanin's work blends environmental consciousness with cultural preservation.Dignity in work is crucial for individual and community well-being.The concept of craft has evolved but remains significant in society.Industry's disregard for dignity has roots in the Industrial Revolution.Handcrafted items foster a deeper connection to the creator.A shift in corporate culture is necessary to honor dignity.Craft can be both a skill and a form of expression.Connecting with one's work enhances the perception of dignity.Exploring what it means to live and lead with dignity at work, in our families, in our communities, and in the world. What is dignity? How can we honor the dignity of others? And how can we repair and reclaim our dignity after harm? Tune in to hear stories about violations of dignity and ways in which we heal, forgive, and make choices about how we show up in a chaotic and fractured world. Hosted by physician and coach Jennifer Griggs.For more information on the podcast, please visit www.thedignitylab.com.For more information on podcast host Dr. Jennifer Griggs, please visit https://jennifergriggs.com/.For additional free resources, including the periodic table of dignity elements, please visit https://jennifergriggs.com/resources/.The Dignity Lab is an affiliate of Bookshop.org and will receive 10% of the purchase price when you click through and make a purchase. This supports our production and hosting costs. Bookshop.org doesn't earn money off bookstore sales, all profits go to independent bookstores. We encourage our listeners to purchase books through Bookshop.org for this reason.

While he was in NYC for the Fancy Food Show in June, Chef Paul Bertolli made time to sit down with Andrew to discuss his varied and textured  culinary career, which has included time as chef of Chez Panisse and then Oliveto, authoring or co-authoring books such as Chez Panisse Cooking and Cooking By Hand, and founding the salumi and charcuterie company Fra'Mani Handcrafted Foods.Huge thanks to Andrew Talks to Chefs' presenting sponsor, meez, the recipe operating software for culinary professionals. Meez powers the Andrew Talks to Chefs podcast as part of the meez  Network, featuring a breadth of food and beverage podcasts and newsletters. This episode is part of the Andrew Talks to Chefs New Episode Holiday Marathon, brought to you by The Dish, Andrew's most recent book, which just became available in paperback, with a cool new black-and-white cover. Be sure to check it out, and subscribe to the pod wherever you listen so you can keep up with the Marathon and all forthcoming episodes. THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW:Andrew is a writer by trade. If you'd like to support him, there's no better way than by purchasing his most recent book, The Dish: The Lives and Labor Behind One Plate of Food (October 2023), about all the key people (in the restaurant, on farms, in delivery trucks, etc.) whose stories and work come together in a single restaurant dish.We'd love if you followed us on Instagram. Please also follow Andrew's real-time journal of the travel, research, writing, and production of/for his next book The Opening (working title), which will track four restaurants in different parts of the U.S. from inception to launch.For Andrew's writing, dining, and personal adventures, follow along at his personal feed.Thank you for listening—please don't hesitate to reach out with any feedback and/or suggestions!

Season 4, Episode 31 - Flashback to the top 5 episodes of 2024.  Back on Episode 1, we learned about a legacy of hospitality with Jeanne and Grant Genzlinger. The couple has been in the business for decades in the Hawley, lake region area and Settlers Hospitality has grown from the days of having one property (The Settlers Inn) to quite a few hotels and restaurants, Ledges Hotel, Hawley Silk Mill, Silver Birches to name a few. The Poconos is a year-round destination for millions and with 24-hundred square miles of mountains, forests, lakes and rivers with historic downtowns and iconic family resorts, it's the perfect getaway for a weekend or an entire week. You can always find out more on ⁠⁠⁠⁠PoconoMountains.com⁠⁠⁠⁠ or watch ⁠⁠⁠⁠Pocono Television Network⁠⁠⁠⁠ streaming live 24/7.

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Life isn't fair. So when you fight back, fight dirty. In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I married young, and had two perfect daughters, but my marriage was far from perfect. We had been young and in love. I was entering the community college and Denise was starting her senior year when we decided to tie the knot. Her family's ready acceptance of me was a huge factor - the family I'd never had, making me feel like a real member of theirs. I can admit it now; I probably loved being a part of the family as much as I loved Denise. Our split up was inevitable, two teenagers who knew nothing about life thinking their infatuation with each other would make everything else workout. I wasn't an all-star, super jock, Rhodes Scholar with a 12" swinging cock. I was just your average student, A and B grades, spending some bench time on the football team to get my letter, and losing my virginity at 18 to the girl I'd eventually marry. When times got rough, we didn't know how to handle it, and struck out at each other. Her family often stepped in and helped out when they could, but time after time, the great sex wasn't enough to make up for the difference in our wants, needs and ambitions. In the end, we gave up. Sometimes I think it's a miracle we made it through 5 years. Our devotion to our children allowed us to finally see past our own issues, and work out a remarkably amiable truce, with our girls at the center. Even though Denise and I couldn't live together, it turned out we got along a lot better divorced. We shared our daughters' time, lived only one neighborhood apart, and worked together as a team to make our personal differences have as little impact on our girls as possible. I had initially shared an apartment uptown, but eventually bought one of the smallest houses in the same school district, just to make things easier. It was a lot more than I needed most of the time, but when the girls stayed with me it felt like a home. And we only lived a couple of miles apart. The neighborhood was nice, predominantly younger families, in older, smallish homes. Most of the people were cordial, kept up their property, and after a few years I knew many by name and would exchange greetings at the grocery store, or when out shopping. I had become suburbanized. This was our fourth Christmas since the divorce. Denise was living with Eric, who I wish I could despise, but he was a decent guy with a great job and lousy taste in sports teams. He doted on my girls without trying to take my place. It had taken a while, but we'd developed a friendship, which wasn't a bad thing. My child support was pegged at just over $1500, with the kids on my health insurance. Even though we weren't married long enough for alimony to kick in, I was paying another $500 a month just to make the kids' lives better. And for me, that was all that really mattered. The expense had been rough at first, but with little to concentrate on other than work, my performance skyrocketed. Two promotions in three years had made the financial aspect much less problematic, but increased travel had made the ability to be available for the girls less guaranteed. Denise was good about it, and worked with me. In return I picked up some more of the girls' expenses, including music lessons and a piano. At Least we still had Christmas Christmas was special. We celebrated Christmas as an extended family. I'd come over early, and we'd have a big family breakfast and open all the presents together. I really went all out to make sure the girls got their favorite items. At six and eight years old, they were still young enough to have simple wants, and the magic of Christmas was as real as it gets. The in-laws would come over in the afternoon with more presents and we'd have a good old fashioned Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. It was nice to be part of something. I got a Christmas shut-down at work and Denise didn't, so we agreed that they'd stay with me from Christmas to New Year's, and any time she could get off, we'd usually work out something to get her time with the kids. It was understood that I wouldn't leave town, at least not for more than a day. Summer was great with the 2 weeks I got to spend with them, and we'd usually spend it on the beach. Christmas was still different. Christmas was magical. I always was given the girl's wish list, but I'd also start my shopping in late November for the must have items of the season. And I wasn't stingy; I'd buy them all up, just to make sure I didn't miss any. Stores, online auctions, Craigslist, I'd use any way possible to get my hands on the hottest presents. The first two years I'd caught hell from Denise for buying everything on the list, leaving nothing for them to get. Now I received a separate list of things I wasn't allowed to buy. So it was that I had just finished wrapping my forty-fourth present, all in glitter Barbie paper for Briana, and in Hannah Montana paper for Allora. December 5th, my earliest date so far to finish the bulk of my shopping. Sure, I'd pick up a few more things, including something for Denise and Eric, but my girls were taken care of. The presents were carefully spread around my living room, where they'd remain on display until just before Christmas, when I'd bring them over to Denise's in a big ceremony. The call came from Denise's mother, Sharon. It took me 11 minutes flat to get to the hospital. I was still too late. Denise and Briana had both died en-route. Eric had passed away only ten minutes before I'd arrived. But Allora, my perfect little Allora, was fighting for her life, in critical condition. She'd always been a fighter, would never back down from any challenge. She'd beat this too, I just knew it. It was a freak accident, with a car dodging out of the way to miss a coyote on the road. An 18 wheeler behind the car did his best to avoid the car in front of him, but ended up fishtailing, and taking out a suburban in the next lane over. That vehicle crossed the median and hit my ex-wife's family van head-on. Six dead already and one little girl still fighting hard for her dear life. Sharon and I kept a vigil over the little towhead, and when the doctors came out after 6 hours and declared the worst was over and she was in stable condition, we fell into each other's arms and cried like children. We stayed by her side, one of us always present, and Sharon called me when my baby woke up and spoke. For three long days we watched her slowly heal in the hospital, the worst of her bruises, cuts and contusions blossoming on the second day, and only just starting to fade again. I'm not a religious guy by nature, but I found myself on my knees beside her bed, praying to God to take care of her, and giving thanks for pulling her through this horrendous disaster. At 4:18 pm on December 7th, she passed away. No warning, no reason, she was there, and then she wasn't. The doctors suspected a clot. I suspected incompetence. I finally understood how a person could get so down on themselves that life might not even feel worth living. I went home and shut myself off from the world. After a while I took the phone off the hook. Hell, let's be honest, I ripped the fucking wires out of the wall so I didn't have to listen to one more bleeding heart tell me they were “sorry for my loss”. The cell phone was easier. I just turned it off. Several people from work came by and assured me that I could take as much time as I needed. They'd bring me food, and news, and would leave as soon as they felt they'd spent the minimum time required socially by the situation. Denise's family took care of the funeral arrangements. They attempted to call, and even stopped by for my input. I gave them a check for $10,000 to take care of the girls, nearly wiping out my savings. What was I going to spend it on now? I couldn't bring myself to go to the showing but I did take a shower and put on a suit for the funeral. It was a bleak day, gray skies, 20 mile an hour winds threatening to tear the top off of the outdoor tent. The ground was soggy from rain the previous night. Just perfect. "Thanks, God. Piss on a guy when he's down. Well, fuck You too." I shook the required hands, and kissed the offered cheeks until I just couldn't take it any longer. All these fake people. Fake emotions. Tell me how sorry they were then go home to their perfect little families and eat meatloaf. Fuck'em. Fuck'em all. Fourteen days. Two solid weeks in that dark house. I wouldn't turn on any lights. No TV. I didn't bathe, I didn't shave. I sat in my chair or I lay in my bed and wallowed. I had a few visitors after the first couple of days, but I'd rarely let them in, and before long they had the decency to stop showing up. Only Cathy from next door wouldn't let me sink into complete oblivion. Every day, at least 3 times a day, she'd check in on me. I wouldn't have let her in, but she had a key to the back door for emergencies and wasn't afraid to use it. She'd open the windows a crack, and goad me into getting out of bed and at least sit in the living room. She'd bring food, which she'd set in front of me, and refused to leave until I at least tried it. I insisted on getting my key back, and she handed it over willingly enough. And showed up again the next day. She'd made copies. Meddlesome bitch. Again, she badgered me into eating her breakfast. And she'd talk. God, how that woman could talk! I got tired just listening. All the neighborhood gossip, town gossip, political gossip, school gossip - she was plugged in everywhere and knew it all. Who was doing what, or whom. Griping about people who still had Thanksgiving decorations up, or had Christmas blowups in their front yard. Church fiascos and neighborhood vendettas, she would sit there, drink her tea (or bourbon and coke if the sun had set) and fill me in. I didn't care. It had been two weeks since the accident. I'd lost more than 10 pounds, and really just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. But Cathy wouldn't let me. She made it her personal mission to cheer me up, get me to respond, bring me back to life. Then one day she let me have it with both barrels. She walked up to me and slapped me across the face. Hard. "Damn it Alex! Snap out of it! Life is hard. And it isn't fair, but as bad as you have it, there's always someone who has it worse. Often in your own backyard if you have the eyes to see it." "What do you know about it?" I snapped viciously. "I notice your kids are alive." "I know my mother died when I was six, and my father left when I was thirteen, leaving Mike to raise my sister and me. He was seventeen years old. But he manned-up and did the job the best he could. That's what I know. Life is hard." "Life is hard. Life's a bitch and then you die. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When God closes a door he opens a window. If I hear one more God-damned cliché I swear I'll kill something," I growled. "Alex, you got a raw deal. You had two perfect little girls, and now they're gone. Your past is shattered. Your little bit of immortality is lost. And as bad as you've got it, I'd remind you others have it worse, and they just press on. You need to as well," Cathy told me, kneeling beside me and holding my hands. The woman barely knew me. A middle-aged mother of three with grown kids, and a workaholic husband. Her life was her home, keeping it immaculate and decorated for every holiday and season. Now it seemed I was her newest project. Why should I matter that much to her? Couldn't she see I didn't want her help? "Sure, starving Ethiopians, children in Nigeria dying of aids, Tibetan monks martyred, it's a tough world. Boo hoo." "You don't have to look as far as Ethiopia or Tibet. There are people right here, right on your own block that are really struggling. Open your eyes. If you don't like the unfairness do something about it. Even up the odds a bit. Make a difference somewhere. Get back to living." Something she said must have gnawed its way down to my subconscious. I spent my usual 14 hours or so in bed, but when I awoke I was thinking about her constant comments about someone in my own backyard that had it worse. I cataloged each person on my block, in my head, and nobody really had it that bad. Sure, Neil, three doors down had lost his job, but his wife was still working, and he was looking. The Harris's on the corner had a boy in Iraq, but as far as I could tell he was still Ok, and they had three more at home. The Martins, one down from the corner, fought all the time, and even had the cops called in on them once but they were still together. What did Cathy mean? I expanded the radius of consideration to include the blocks surrounding us. Then it hit me. Across the alley in back, two houses past Cathy's own. Six months ago. Barry Morrison had driven into an empty field behind the local middle school and eaten a bullet. I didn't know much about the family - I just knew there was one. When Cathy came over, I had showered off the top two layers of grime and sweat, and was drinking a Coke in the living room. "Good morning, Alex, beautiful day outside. Why don't we go out on the porch?" "The Morrisons. Tell me about them." She placed her mug of tea in the microwave, warming it up, then walked out my front door and sat in one of my rocking chairs out front. Irritated, I followed, and sat in the chair beside her. "The Morrisons?" "Sandy and her daughter Erica. You won't see much of her; she's working two jobs trying to keep the house over their heads. They're still fighting with the insurance company over payment. Suicide clause won't pay under two years. He had insurance for years, but just around two years ago he changed the terms. She's been trying to sell the house, but it's underwater, and nobody's buying." "How's the little one?" "Erica's not doing so well. She's seeing a counselor twice a week, and hardly speaks anymore. The school's talking about holding her back," Cathy explained. She sounded sad. "Do we know anything more about why he did it?" "No crimes, he wasn't fired, no embezzling, it's not clear what it was about. Apparently he'd been depressed for quite a while, but the underlying situation is still a blank as far as I know." "Harsh on the family, going out like that," I told her, finding the whole idea hard to grasp. "To say the least. The poor woman is worn to a frazzle." "And how does this all matter to me?" I asked. "It doesn't. It doesn't have to matter to anybody. They're on their own. Alone." "No family help?" "Not that I know of. If they're around, we don't see much of them, that's for sure." "Cathy, how the hell do you know all this stuff?" I had to ask. "People just like to talk to me. I'm a very good listener," she told me with a big smile. We sat quietly enjoying the crisp air, finishing our drinks. "You're a good neighbor too, Cathy. Thanks," I said softly. "That's what neighbors are for," she said, reaching out and patting me on my arm. That's what neighbors are for. Cathy brought me dinner again and I realized I was starving. She beamed at me when I finished the whole platter. "Let's go for a walk, Alex. You could use a stretch of the legs." It had gotten chilly, and we bundled up a bit. She took the lead and we walked down the block and turned up the neighborhood. We headed back up the next block and she regaled me with the entire history and habits of the inhabitants of each place we passed. She might have been a good listener, but I had to wonder when she ever was quiet long enough to hear anything. It was obvious when we got to Sandy Morrison's place. The "For Sale" sign was a dead giveaway. The unkempt yard and overgrown bushes indicated a lack of care for months. It couldn't help with the sales prospects. The door paint was faded, and there were no Christmas lights or decorations set up. I thought the Realtor wasn't earning their commission, letting the place show like this. Through the window I could see a desktop Christmas tree, maybe two feet tall, lit up all in white. Strangely, Cathy stopped speaking before we got to the house, and didn't speak again until the end of the block. "Sad," was all she said. We took a round-about path back to my house, and our conversation had returned to the safety of weather concerns, community issues, and such, carefully skirting any discussion of the Morrisons. I was feeling the chill after the walk, and invited Cathy in for a cup of coffee, Irish fortified if she so desired. We drank our coffee in front of my gas fireplace, warming our old bones. Damn that neighbor of mine, and her good intentions! She'd not only gotten me to think of something other than my own misery, and the unfairness of it all, but she had me thinking about those poor girls behind me, and what they must be going through. Damn it! It wasn't fair. I guess I still wasn't ready for pleasant company. Angry at the world, I threw my mug at the wall, shattering it, and leaned over with my head in my hands, doing my best to hold back the tears. Big boys don't cry. Cathy stood and ran her fingers through my hair for just a moment before leaving out the back door. Kind enough to leave me alone to wallow in my misery a little longer. December 22nd. Just three days until Christmas. When Cathy came over that morning, I was already up and dressed. I had my working duds on and coffee and bagels ready. "You're up early," she commented, helping herself to the java. "It's almost 10," I reminded her. "Not so awfully early." She laughed. "Seems to me anything before noon is quite early as of late. Got plans?" I nodded. "Thought I'd head over to the Morrison's and see what I can do about the outside of the house. Clean it up a bit. Make it a little more presentable if they're really planning on selling it." "That's mighty neighborly of you." "It'll give me something to do. I need to get out of this damned house." After our coffee, she walked with me across the alley, all my yard-work gear in a wheelbarrow. The grass was dormant, but long, and the bushes were out of control. I didn't notice when Cathy left, but she returned in a few hours with some sandwiches for lunch, insisting I take a break. I'd finished the bush trimming and had mowed the lawn, bagging the trimmings. I was just finishing the edging when she appeared. I took a break, and listened to her chatter about the neighborhood activities, and how sad it was that in the past few months nobody had offered to do as much as I had. "I guess we victims of fate need to stick together." "It already looks 100% better. If you want to work in the backyard, I have a key to the gate." "It figures you would." "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "It just doesn't surprise me. I bet you've been helping out when you could." She sighed. "Not too much. She's too damn proud. Doesn't want any help from anybody." I shook my head. "Now you tell me. She'll probably call the police on me." "So what if she does? You know you're doing the right thing. I'll bail you out if need be." I let her unlock the back gate, and saw I had my work cut out for me. The back yard was worse than the front. The fence needed work as well, some boards were broken and loose, and one whole section was sagging. Luckily, my tools were only a couple of hundred feet away, across the alley, and I was soon at work, determined to finish before the residents arrived home. The biggest problem was one of the fence posts which had rotted out at the bottom. A new post and some quick-setting cement, solved that problem. Within an hour I'd be able to reattach the fence crossbeams to the new 4x4. I turned to see a young girl, maybe 7 or 8 years old, watching me from the porch. Crap. "Just thought I'd fix your fence, before it falls down. I hope you don't mind." She just shook her head. She stood there watching me, and I felt ill at ease. I was a stranger. She shouldn't be talking to me. I should probably leave. "I'm just going to clean up here and head back home. I can finish up later when your mother's home." I straightened up my clothing a bit, wiping my hands on my pants. "I'm Alex Reed. I live across the alley," I explained, pointing down a few houses. She nodded. She reminded me so much of my own daughter, right around that age. Her hair was the same length, blonde, but not quite as light as Allora's. Allora. My perfect little Allora. I closed my eyes, seeing her in that hospital bed, bruised and bandaged, fighting for her life. Her hair tucked under the bandages, the few strands that stuck out dark from sweat. Her body so small in that antiseptic white bed. My Allora. Gone. It felt like somebody had wrapped a band around my chest, and pulled it tight. I couldn't breath. I turned away from Erica, so she wouldn't have to see me lose it. She'd suffered enough already. I felt the tears rise, unbidden, and I started for the gate. I had to get out of there. I barely made it as far as the driveway. It was too much. I closed the gate behind me and crumbled to the ground, seated with my head between my knees, my hands covering my head. It was Christmas, damn it! Christmas! My girls were supposed to be with me, shaking their presents and trying to guess what was in them. Instead Allora and Briana were gone. Their lives snuffed out before they could see anything of the world, before they could find their place, before they could fall in love. No shaking presents. No stomach aches from eating too many holiday sweets. No late night parties to drive me crazy with worry. No learning to drive. No struggling to find the right college. No bringing a boy home for the first time. No cramming for tests. No Spring Breaks. No proms. Nothing. Ever again. I was sobbing, and the little girl who had lost her father was standing on the driveway beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder, while I made a fool of myself. "Erica! You know your mother doesn't want you out if she's not at home. You should go back inside. Mr. Reed will be all right, he's just tired. Go on now." Cathy had me by the arm, and was doing her best to get me back on my feet. "C'mon Alex, not here. Let's get you home." I knew she was right. I stood up, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. "I'll be alright. Just give me a minute." I pulled myself together, took a couple of deep breaths, and stood straight. "I'm Ok. Seeing her was just a little too much, too soon. But I'm fine now. I need to clean up here, and put the fence back together." "Alright. I'll help." It only took us a few minutes to clean up and cart the bags of yard trimmings out to the rear curb. I ran all the yard tools back to my house, and returned to finish the fence work. I braced the new post with a couple of 2x4's and reattached the two panels. Cathy's help made it a lot easier. When we were done we both stood back and looked over the yard. Much better. "I'm going to go inside and fix Erica her after-school snack. It's about all that Sandy will let me do. Why don't you come with me?" "I don't know if I should. Sandy doesn't know me. She may not want me in her house when she's not there." "Never mind that. She'll be fine. Just come in a moment. It'll only take a few minutes." I followed her inside, through the glass sliding door. Erica was sitting on the floor watching TV. I didn't even look that way. I was afraid that seeing the wrong TV show would dredge up more painful memories. "Where can I wash my hands?" I asked Cathy. She pointed to a door. "In there." I headed to the bathroom. "Don't use the toilet. That one doesn't flush anymore." I could hear the running water in the commode. I washed my hands and wiped them on my shirt. There was no towel in the bathroom. Then I took the top off the tank and examined inside. Nothing complicated. The chain that connected the stopper to the handle extension was missing. Lifting the rubber stopper, I saw it was under the lip, the cause of the running water. I reattached the chain, and tested the flushing. Worked fine. "Fixed. The chain was just off." Cathy nodded, and returned to making a grilled cheese sandwich. Briana loved grilled cheese. But you couldn't cut the sandwich, and you had to remove the crust. I wouldn't be cutting the crust off of sandwiches anymore. I took a deep breath, and went to examine the front door. "Cathy? I'm going to head home and get my sander and some paint. This door needs some help desperately." "Go ahead. Sandy won't be home until late, and if we're going to get in trouble for the yard and the fence, we might as well make it a trifecta." Fifteen minutes later, I was running the battery powered hand-sander over the door, removing the worst of the existing paint. I didn't have too much to do, it was already mostly bare. I had brought over three possible paints to use, all of which I knew were approved by the homeowner's association. "What color paint do you think I should use?" I asked Cathy. "Let's ask Erica." She returned in a few seconds with Erica at her side. "We're going to paint the front door, Erica. What color would you like?" We had a choice of off-white, light blue, and a dark brown. She pointed to the light blue, then seated herself nearby to watch. I had already removed the hardware. I taped the hinges and bottom kick-plate, laid out my drip cloth, and started applying a coat of paint, top-to-bottom. I looked over at the young girl watching me so intently. I saw the tree beside her, so small and bare, with one little package underneath it. Christmas trees shouldn't look like that. They should be big, full of decorations, all sorts, each one with its own story. Handcrafted special ornaments, with pictures of your family members. Popsicle stick ornaments with the Elmer's glue showing. Lights blinking in an assortment of colors, candy canes and tinsel, and an angel on top. There should be presents around the bottom, stacked and scattered, so many you can't even get near the tree. It was the first year I didn't have a tree. We'd normally go out as a family and visit one of the Boy Scout tree lots, picking the biggest, fullest tree we thought could fit in my living room. Then we'd decorate it together, Christmas songs playing in the background, and sipping eggnog. We'd spend an eternity untangling the lights, replacing the bulbs that wouldn't work, and replacing the metal hangars on the decorations that needed them. It was an all day affair. Not this year. Not ever again. I realized I'd stopped painting, and I was staring. A long drip of paint from my brush was running down the door. The little girl looked at me, almost as if she understood. "Would you like to help?" I asked. She looked around, as if to ask if I was talking to her. "Yes, you." She shyly nodded yes. I reached over to my bucket of painting supplies and pulled out a small brush. I pointed to the inlaid panels on the bottom half of the door. "You can paint here, around the edge of the panel. It needs to be done with a detail brush like the one you have. Get into the cracks." She nodded, dipped her brush, and started painting straight down the panel edge, doing a good job. "That's perfect. Just like that." I went back to work completing the top half, and had to work around her, sometimes leaning way over to paint above her. She saw what I was doing, and I saw the mischievous heart of a little girl for a moment when she started backing away from the door, making me lean further and further over. "Hey!" I said in mock outrage. "You're doing that on purpose!" When she giggled, apparently ignoring me, and continuing with her painting effort, I felt a small leap in my heart. It was nice to hear her giggle. "When you're done with the painting, and done torturing me, you can paint around the edges of the two hinges and the kick-plate. If I won't be in your way." Little Erica nodded, and continued her careful painting, working slowly and deliberately around the perimeter before moving onto the hinges. I found myself kneeling beside her, painting the bottom-half of the door, while she detailed the trim. We switched places so I could work on the side near the hinges while she completed the bottom trim. "Not bad," I commented, holding out a drip bucket for her to dump her brush in. I sealed up the paint can, peeled off the trim tape, and stood back to get a look at the results. A little girl stood beside me, her blonde hair a poignant reminder of all I'd lost. I took a deep breath to compose myself. "Not bad at all. Think your mother will like it?" I looked down at her while she thought it over. A smile slowly spread across her face. She nodded twice. I put my hand down for a fist bump, just like I would with my girls. She shrank away for a second, then glanced up at my face for a second before making a tiny fist and bumping her knuckles against mine. We were enjoying the last of the natural light as dusk was settling in. Cathy walked out and stood beside us, giving her approval. "The blue is perfect. Great choice Erica." Erica stopped admiring her work, looked at Cathy, and blinked like she was just seeing her for the first time. She looked up and down the block, then walked back into the house and planted herself in front of the TV. "Ready to call it a day?" Cathy asked. "Yeah. Best get while the getting is good." I packed up my paint supplies and in just a couple of trips hid any trace that I'd ever been there. Except of course for the door, yard and fence. Oh, and the toilet, although that really didn't count for much. Back home I cleaned up and sat down pondering what I'd just done. I had mixed feelings, a little guilt creeping in for taking liberties with someone else's house. But thinking about that little girl, and what she must be going through, made anything I could do to help worthwhile. Thinking was dangerous. I realized I hadn't been very nice to the people who had tried to help me. I decided to rectify that if possible, and found a new phone cable for my phone and plugged it in. Picking it up I heard a dial tone. Good. I made a list of phone calls, and went to work. Calling, one-by-one, my friends, neighbors and co-workers, I apologized for my behavior and thanked them for their concern. To a one, they blew off my boorish behavior, and promised they'd be there for me if I needed anything. I stopped, with just a few calls remaining, wondering where those people were for Sandy and Erica, who seemed to need it far more than I. I picked up the phone and dialed Denise's family. I knew it was going to be tough. I apologized for leaving the funeral arrangements to them, and thanked them for all they had done. Speaking to Dan was difficult, but my conversation with Sharon almost did me in. The time we'd spent in the hospital, watching over Allora came up, and I had to take a break for a bit to get my emotions under rein, while I listened to Sharon sob. Even after the divorce we'd remained friendly, and I was glad that we'd had each other on that fateful watch. I promised I'd stop by in the next couple of days, she insisted there was some paperwork that needed taking care of. My last call was to Steve, my roommate for three years in college, and best friend in the world. I had hung up on him twice that first day, and it was haunting me. He'd left more than a dozen messages on my cell-phone voicemail. Plus, I had ulterior motives. The phone rang several times and went to the answering machine. I felt like a weight had lifted, I wouldn't have to face him. "Steve, Alex here. I'm sorry I..." "Alex, I'm here, don't hang up, I'm here. Let me turn off this damned machine. Hold on." I heard some rustling and the echo of our voices disappear. "Jesus, Alex. You're killing me." "Sorry. It hit me so hard; I just couldn't listen to one more well-wisher." "I understand." He would understand. His father had passed away while we were in our last year of college, and he took it hard. Started drinking heavy, cutting classes, and chasing anything with boobs. I took care of him as much as I could, going so far as to collect his homework and projects, even talking to his professors. He'd been slow to pull it together, but eventually came around. Five years later, less than a year out of law school, it was his mother. I had flown out and spent a week with him. I knew it would be hard - he was an only child, and he had few relatives, and none he was close to. He came out of that funk bitter, and it cost him his girlfriend - no loss there. We'd been as close as brothers, hell, probably closer. We still were. Steven understood. I opened my soul to him, and stayed on the phone for ages. I heard him send his wife off to bed, while I vented. It was a much needed cathartic outpouring that left me exhausted. "What can I do? Anything, you know it. Should I fly down?" As much as I'd love to see him, it had been nearly a year, he was a family man now, and it was Christmas. "No. Stay with your family. I'm doing better, and if I need to I can call." "Of course." "I also wanted to say I was sorry." "Sorry?" "Sorry that I couldn't do more for you when you lost your parents. I never really experienced losing anyone like that, and couldn't comprehend what you were going through." "Shut the fuck up. You were there for me, buddy. Always. When nobody else was. I'll never forget that. Enough said. Don't need to be getting sappy over it." I couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright. By the way, there's one other thing you might be able to do for me." "Anything. That's what friend are for." That's what friends are for. The pounding on my front door was not unexpected. Ten o'clock at night might be a little of a surprise, but the knock wasn't. I went to the front door, and looked out through the glass beside it. A woman stood there. I had a fairly good idea of who it was. I opened the door. "Mrs. Morrison?" She glared at me and nodded. "Come in, please. Can I get you a cup of tea, or coffee?" I turned and walked into the house, leaving the door open. I walked to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of coffee. I turned to see her standing in the archway to the living room. She looked ready to burst, but I watched her breath deep and run her hands through her short hair. She looked young. Too young to be going through the hell she was currently experiencing. "I don't want you around my house or my daughter," she finally snapped. "I understand, and I'm sorry I interfered." I walked past her and sat down in the living room. "I can't explain it. I had to do something to get out of this house, and when Cathy told me about your situation I guess I got carried away." She stared at me, and crossed her arms. "Don't mention her name. I could kill her." I smiled. "Believe me, I understand that. She's been in my house every day, 3 or 4 times a day, meddling in my life." "Meddling is right," she snapped. She walked over and sat on the loveseat across from me. "Listen. I appreciate the thought. And I'm sorry for your loss." She smirked. "Ha, listen to me. Sorry for your loss. Crap." She leaned back. "We're doing fine. I don't need your help, I don't know you from Adam, and I don't want you around my daughter when nobody's around. Jesus, you painted my frickin' front door blue! A little presumptuous, don't you think?" I smiled. "I would have picked the wood tone. Blue was Erica's choice, one of the four approved colors according to our Stalinist homeowner's association." She leaned back, rolling her eyes up. "Don't remind me. If the bastards send me one more notice about yard and fence maintenance, I'll rip their lungs out." She seemed to calm down for a second, maybe realizing that those notices would no longer be coming. "I know. I should be thankful but I don't need a stranger meddling in my life. Understood? No more doing things for me." "I didn't do it for you. I did it for that little girl. You don't know me. I don't know you. Agreed. I don't know what happened to you and your family or why. Not really. What I do know is that girl of yours doesn't deserve the hand she's been dealt. That's all I could think. I just wanted to help where I could." She looked angry. "I'm sorry you lost your daughters. I am. But Erica is MINE. My daughter. My responsibility. Not yours." "You are right. She's no responsibility of mine." "That's right. I don't know you. We live three doors down and in two years you've never spoken a word to us. Six months we've been on our own. I certainly don't need you poking your head in now. I don't know you, I don't want to know you, and I'm not sure I'd like you if I did." "Welcome to the club." "Club?" "I'm not sure I like me either. I'm sorry, alright? Now I'm tired. You can let yourself out." She got up and stomped her way to the front door, closing it sharply behind her. That had gone better than I'd expected. December 23rd. I got up early, cleaning up, even shaving. I had errands to run. Cathy showed up in my kitchen while I was preparing breakfast. "At least neither of us is in jail," were her first words. "Not yet." "You did a good thing. Don't forget it." "I know. Still she was right. We should have asked permission." "The hell we should! She'd never have given it." "Then maybe we should leave her be." "If a person was drowning, and they couldn't yell for help, wouldn't you still throw them a life preserver?" "A little overly-dramatic, don't you think?" "No. She's going down for the third time, and is in complete denial. By the time she accepts the fact she needs help it could be too late." She looked me over. "You clean up nicely. What are you up to?" "I need to run some errands, see a few people, stop by work, some other stuff." "Don't overdue it," she said, still in her 'caring' mode. "Need some company?" "Thanks, I appreciate the offer. I can handle this." "Ok, you have my number. Give me a call if you need anything." The office visit was painful. I stopped in, thanking my bosses for their understanding, visiting a few friends and letting them know I appreciated their concern. The way they looked at me just drove home how alone I was. I was glad to get out of there. I made a visit to the florist and picked up a trunk-load of Christmas cacti. I drove around to everyone I could think of, expressing my gratitude, and leaving the pretty plants behind. I used the same corny line with each one, comparing my 'prickliness' the last couple of weeks to the plant's spines. I left a few plants on doorsteps with a note. By mid-afternoon I felt I'd done my part. I stopped by Denise's parent's house, and Sharon greeted me at the door with a hug before she broke into tears. After she'd soaked my shirt she brought me in. "There's something you need to know, Alex." She sounded odd, and I wondered what was up. "Denise left a will. She left you the house and the lion's share of her insurance, to take care of the girls if anything happened to her." I was stunned. It was so unexpected. "I... I don't know what to say." Sharon reached out and patted my hand. "It's not what I'd expected, but if you think about it, it makes sense. What are you going to do?" "I guess I'll sell the house. I certainly don't need two houses." "She had mortgage insurance, it'll be paid off. You could rent it out, you know. Earn some steady income off of it." It was too much too fast. I couldn't think straight. "I'll have to think about it. I just wasn't expecting anything like this." "I understand." She held my hand. "How are you doing?" "Better. Not good, but at least I can get out of bed." "We're here if you need us. You know that, right?" "Yes. Thank you. After the girls, you were the best thing that came out of our marriage." "We love you too. Don't forget it." "I'm sorry I was so useful about the funeral arrangements, I don't think I could have handled it without you," I confessed. "Don't even think about it. That's what family is for." That's what family is for. My day wasn't quite complete. A few more calls and I was putting things in motion I wasn't sure I should, but I couldn't resist. Around dinner time, I ventured next door. Cathy's husband John answered the door. "The hermit has left the cave. Good to see you out and about." He shook my hand, letting me in. "Cath - Alex is here." Cathy came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishcloth. "How'd your day go?" "Not bad. A few surprises, but I survived." "We're about to eat. Care to sit down with us?" "Maybe. When do you think Sandy will be getting home?" "Probably nine-ish, would be my guess. Why?" "Just want to talk to her if I can." "You have time for dinner then?" "Sure." By 8:30 I was enjoying a cigar with John, sitting out in their driveway, trying to figure out what our football team's chances were of going anywhere in the playoffs. We were strategically positioned so I had a view of the Morrison's driveway. When Sandy drove up, I excused myself from John and jogged across the alley. "Sandy, can I talk to you a moment?" She looked ready to chase me off, but after a few awkward seconds she crossed her arms, leaned back against the car and raised her eyebrows. "Again, I'm sorry I entered your house without your permission. I know that was wrong. All I can say is I wasn't really thinking straight." She rolled her eyes. "Anything else?" "Yes. I know you told me you didn't need my help, but there's someone I'd like you speak to. I have a friend that's a lawyer, and he's willing to check into your insurance situation pro bono. Like you and me, he's suffered a few losses in life, and he'd like to help you if he can. If you'd just give him a call, he'll see what he can do." I could see she wanted to say no, but was torn. She gnawed on her bottom lip, which I saw were chapped. She looked exhausted. I pulled out his card and held it out to her. "It'll only take a couple of minutes. It can't hurt." She finally nodded and took the card from me. "Is that it?" "One last thing. I'm headed over to my ex-wife's house tomorrow to clean out the refrigerator, and to get rid of her tree. It's my responsibility now. I was going to ditch the tree; it's one of those pre-lit artificial ones which I never could stand. I thought, if you don't mind, and it's not interfering too much, I could bring it by here and you could take if off my hands. Otherwise it's going to the dump." I spit out the words quickly before she could find too much fault with me. She seemed resigned to allow me to interfere, at least this much. She sighed and finally spoke up. "Alright. That would be nice. Now if that's all, I'd like to go in now. My feet and back are aching and I have to get up early tomorrow." "That's all. You can call Steve tonight if you'd like, he's a night owl and is expecting your call. Good night." I took off quickly before she could change her mind about anything. I had recruited Cathy's help over dinner the night before, assuming things went Ok with Sandy, and by noon we were back at the Morrison house, knocking on the door. Erica let us in, and we hauled our goodies in after us. I had the tree folded up and left it on the front doorstep while we made room for it in the living room. After I'd put it in place, I hauled in a large plastic crate of Christmas decorations, and encouraged Cathy and Erica to get to work making the tree look 'festive'. Right on schedule my weekly cleaning crew showed up and I put them to work giving the entire house a thorough cleaning. I had felt guilty chasing them away the last few weeks, and had begged and cajoled them into doing me this one favor, on Christmas Eve of all days. The team of four went to work like whirling dervishes, storming through the rooms in pairs leaving sparking chrome and sweet smells in their wake. We only had a few hours if Cathy was right, and I had one more big task lined up. The Chem-Dry carpet cleaners were running a little late, but showed up not long after the cleaning crew had finished with the living and dining rooms, and I had moved most of the furniture into the hallways and kitchen. They went right to work, and had the downstairs completed in a little over an hour. While they worked at that, I spent the time decorating the front yard and the house with Christmas lights. I hoped that Sandy liked traditional multi-color displays. I wasn't all that fond of the 'all-white' look, and was using my own lights to decorate her house. By the time I had finished I was sweating up a storm, and was getting nervous about the time. The carpet guys left first, reminding me to let the carpet dry for another hour before returning the furniture to its place. The cleaning crew followed shortly after, and I'd rewarded them nicely, tipping them an extra $100 for coming out on Christmas Eve. I moved indoors, with the lights complete and lit up, to find a Christmas wonderland awaiting me. Cathy and Erica had done an amazing job, using what I had brought over and getting the Morrison's decorations out of the attic and putting those to use as well. You could hardly tell it was the same house. "You ladies have done an incredible job!" I announced, standing in the doorway. Cathy looked a little disheveled but very pleased with herself. "Let's finish up quick. I have to get home; John's going to kill me." I'd promised her we'd be done by 4:00 and it was already nearly 5:00. She was holding a Christmas Eve open-house and was expecting half of the neighborhood over that evening. She only had a couple of hours left to finish her own preparations. I gave her a hug for all of her effort and shooed her off, while I started hauling the furniture back into place, working at a frenzied pace to get done before the unsuspecting benefactor got home. Erica followed behind me, arranging all the lamps, baskets and knick-knacks, and adding additional holiday decorations as we went. With the last of the furniture in place, I turned and gave her a high-five. "This is all our secret, right? If your Mom asks, the Christmas elves stopped by to help clean up. You did a great job, Erica." She smiled and held her arms out to me. I leaned down and gave her a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, just before she let go and disappeared up the stairs. I felt a lump in my throat. Whether it was fear of being caught by her mother, or the joy of hearing her speak her first words to me, I couldn't be sure. By eight o'clock, Sandy still hadn't shown up on my front-doorstep with a shotgun. I guess she was going to wait until after Christmas to eviscerate me over meddling where I didn't belong. I didn't care. I felt good, the best I'd felt in two weeks, thinking about that little girl celebrating a real Christmas. Kids should have Christmas. I had cleaned up and decided to make an appearance next door, as I'd promised, when I got a call from Steve. "Hey-ho, Stevorino." "Only my Grandma gets to say that, asshole." "Merry fuckin' Christmas to you too." I teased. I heard him chuckle. "Merry Christmas is right. At least for your neighbor." "How's that?" I asked, suddenly interested. "The insurance creeps were just stalling. They don't have a leg to stand on. The only change to the policy was upon their advice after an annual policy review by their own agent. A little legal pressure was all it took. It's not a lot, less than $300K, but she'll be getting her check next week." "Steve, you're the man. I take back all those nasty things I said about you." "Shit, they're probably true. If anybody would know, it'd be you." "All kidding aside. You're a life saver." I knew he hated any hint of seriousness. I could almost hear him blushing over the phone. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" "That's right. And I couldn't ask for a better one." "Ditto. Asshole." "Shit. You had to go and spoil it. Listen, I gotta run. Give your family my love and have a great Christmas. I'll give you a call next week." "You got it. And Darla sends her love. She made me say that. Don't get any ideas." "Got it. Give her a kiss for me. Scratch that. I'll come out after the holidays and give it to her myself. When are you going to be out of town next?" "Funny guy. Start anything with her, and I'll make you keep her and the credit card bills." "Ouch. You win," I had to laugh. "Thanks again." "Merry Christmas. Hang in there buddy." "You too." To be continued in part 2, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales for Literotica 

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Fluent Fiction - Norwegian: Heartfelt Handcrafted Christmas: Lars' Journey to Gift Giving Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/no/episode/2024-11-25-23-34-02-no Story Transcript:No: Det var en tidlig ettermiddag i desember, og den lille veimarkedet nær Geiranger var levende med liv.En: It was an early afternoon in December, and the little road market near Geiranger was alive with activity.No: Små boder pyntet med blinkende lys lyste opp det snødekte landskapet.En: Small stalls decorated with twinkling lights illuminated the snow-covered landscape.No: Duften av granbar og kanel svevde i den kalde vinterluften, mens de majestetiske fjellene omringet markedet som stilltiende beskyttere.En: The scent of pine needles and cinnamon lingered in the cold winter air, while the majestic mountains surrounded the market like silent guardians.No: Lars vandret fra bod til bod, følte seg litt overveldet.En: Lars wandered from stall to stall, feeling a bit overwhelmed.No: Julen nærmet seg raskt, og han hadde ennå ikke funnet en gave til familien.En: Christmas was approaching quickly, and he still hadn't found a gift for his family.No: Ingrid, hans eldre søster, hadde kjørt ham dit, og hadde allerede funnet et sted å varme seg med litt gløgg og vafler.En: Ingrid, his older sister, had driven him there and had already found a place to warm up with some gløgg and waffles.No: "Husk, Lars," hadde hun sagt med et litt strengt blikk, "det er tanken som teller.En: "Remember, Lars," she had said with a somewhat stern look, "it's the thought that counts."No: "Men Lars ønsket noe spesielt, noe som kunne imponere både Ingrid og foreldrene.En: But Lars wanted something special, something that could impress both Ingrid and his parents.No: Han sjonglerte med sitt begrensede budsjett i tankene mens han plukket opp et par votter her, en trefigur der.En: He juggled with his limited budget in mind as he picked up a pair of mittens here, a wooden figure there.No: Ingenting føltes riktig.En: Nothing felt right.No: Plutselig ble han avbrutt av en varm stemme.En: Suddenly, he was interrupted by a warm voice.No: "Leter du etter noe spesielt?En: "Are you looking for something special?"No: " spurte Maja, en vennlig lokal selger med et skjevt smil.En: asked Maja, a friendly local vendor with a crooked smile.No: Lars sukket og så rundt seg på mylderet.En: Lars sighed and looked around at the crowd.No: "Ja, men jeg vet ikke hva.En: "Yes, but I don't know what.No: Jeg vil ha noe personlig, men jeg har ikke mye penger.En: I want something personal, but I don't have much money."No: "Maja nikket forståelsesfullt.En: Maja nodded understandingly.No: "Det viktigste er ikke hva du kjøper, men hva du gir av deg selv," sa hun.En: "The most important thing isn't what you buy, but what you give of yourself," she said.No: Hun pekte på noen håndlagde dukker og julepynt.En: She pointed at some handmade dolls and Christmas ornaments.No: "Hva med å lage noe selv?En: "How about making something yourself?No: Bruk det du har her.En: Use what you have here."No: "Lars tenkte på Ingrids ord og Maja sitt råd.En: Lars thought about Ingrid's words and Maja's advice.No: Kanskje en enkel, hjemmelaget gave kunne være mer meningsfull enn noe kjøpt.En: Perhaps a simple, homemade gift could be more meaningful than something bought.No: Tiden var knapp, så han bestemte seg raskt.En: Time was short, so he decided quickly.No: Han plukket ut små stoffbiter, noen trådspoler og små treskiver fra Majas stall.En: He picked out small pieces of fabric, some spools of thread, and small wooden discs from Maja's stall.No: Med Maja sin veiledning begynte han å skape.En: With Maja's guidance, he began to create.No: Med litt klønete hender knyttet han stoffbitene sammen til små dukker, dekorerte treskivene med enkle mønstre og kombinerte dem til personlige julegaver.En: With somewhat clumsy hands, he tied the fabric pieces together into small dolls, decorated the wooden discs with simple patterns, and combined them into personal Christmas gifts.No: Maja lo hjertelig mens hun hjalp ham.En: Maja laughed heartily as she helped him.No: Med ferdige gaver i veska og et lettet hjerte, sluttet Lars seg til Ingrid.En: With finished gifts in his bag and a relieved heart, Lars joined Ingrid.No: Da julaften kom, presenterte Lars gavene sine.En: When Christmas Eve came, Lars presented his gifts.No: Han la merke til hvordan Ingrid smilte stolt, foreldrene gråt gledestårer.En: He noticed how Ingrid smiled proudly, and his parents shed tears of joy.No: Det var ingen dyre gaver, bare kjærlighet og omtanke pakket inn i små, skinnende pakker.En: There were no expensive gifts, just love and thoughtfulness wrapped in small, shiny packages.No: Lars hadde funnet hemmeligheten bak den perfekte gaven: det er kjærligheten og innsatsen bak som betyr noe.En: Lars had uncovered the secret of the perfect gift: it's the love and effort behind it that matters.No: Den julen lærte han at en gave, laget med omtanke, kunne varme et hjerte mye mer enn noe dyrt kjøp.En: That Christmas, he learned that a gift made with care could warm a heart much more than anything expensive. Vocabulary Words:overwhelmed: overveldetillumination: lyste opplingered: svevdemajestic: majestetiskeguardians: beskytterescent: duftjuggled: sjonglertestern: strengtornaments: julepyntfabric: stoffbiterspools: trådspolerdiscs: treskiverclumsy: klønetepatterns: mønstrerelieved: lettetshed: gråtjoy: gledestårerexpensive: dyreeffort: innsatsthoughtfulness: omtankevendors: selgersilently: stilltiendeinterrupted: avbruttunderstandingly: forståelsesfullthomemade: hjemmelagetmeaningful: meningsfullguidance: veiledningcreate: skapepersonal: personligeproudly: stolt

Episode 61: Minute by Minute of Casino Royale continues with Rob Smith. https://www.instagram.com/fetchamlad77 Shownotes and newsletter can be found on the blog: https://fromtailorswithlove.co.uk/newsletter This show is supported by: My favourite razor brand Wilde & Harte are offering a 20% discount off any RAZOR (including the very popular Royal Armouries collaboration razors) at their ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠online shop⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Use discount code Tailor20. www.wildeandharte.co.uk CURRY AND PAXTON FTWL33 33% discount off The Icons, which includes Made in England SEAN, Yvan including with tinted lenses, Side-Shields and Ronnie. Expires 30th November 2024 Discover the collection: ⁠https://www.curryandpaxton.com/collections/the-icons-loyalty-collection⁠   T&C's: Promotional codes are applicable to Optical and Sunglasses in the following selected styles: Sean, Yvan, Side-Shields and Ronnie. The offer excludes sale items, 1886 Handcrafted in London and the Fred Perry Collaboration collection. The code must be entered at Checkout at ⁠www.curryandpaxton.com⁠ on or before Midnight GMT 30th November 2024. If you want to support the show you can also buy me a Mountain Blue Coffee. ⁠https://buymeacoffee.com/therewillbebond⁠ Bless your hearts.

Minute by Minute of Casino Royale continues with Rob Smith. https://www.instagram.com/fetchamlad77/ This show is supported by: My favourite razor brand Wilde & Harte are offering a 20% discount off any RAZOR (including the very popular Royal Armouries collaboration razors) at their ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠online shop⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Use discount code Tailor20. www.wildeandharte.co.uk CURRY AND PAXTON FTWL33 33% discount off The Icons, which includes Made in England SEAN, Yvan including with tinted lenses, Side-Shields and Ronnie. Expires 30th November 2024 Discover the collection: https://www.curryandpaxton.com/collections/the-icons-loyalty-collection   T&C's: Promotional codes are applicable to Optical and Sunglasses in the following selected styles: Sean, Yvan, Side-Shields and Ronnie. The offer excludes sale items, 1886 Handcrafted in London and the Fred Perry Collaboration collection. The code must be entered at Checkout at www.curryandpaxton.com on or before Midnight GMT 30th November 2024. If you want to support the show you can also buy me a Mountain Blue Coffee. ⁠https://buymeacoffee.com/therewillbebond⁠ Bless your hearts.

Join us on the Braving Business Podcast as we sit down with Adam Kroener, the co-founder of Carbliss, a trailblazer in the low-carb beverage industry. Adam's journey is filled with resilience, starting with his early days as a teenage father and Army veteran, to building Carbliss alongside his wife, Amanda. Named in honor of a close friend, Carbliss has achieved tremendous growth, earning the title of #1 Fastest Growing Company by Inc Regionals Midwest. Adam's story is one of vision, grit, and staying true to one's values, all while navigating the competitive beverage market.Key Discussion Points:1. Adam's early life, from teenage fatherhood to his time in the Army, and the lessons that shaped his entrepreneurial spirit.2. The inspiration behind Carbliss and Adam's motivation to address a personal need in a crowded market.3. Insights on identifying market gaps and the importance of solving problems that resonate personally.4. Overcoming doubts and setbacks in the initial days of Carbliss, and Adam's approach to handling uncertainty.5. Resilience and perseverance in business, with Adam's advice on enduring the ups and downs of entrepreneurship.6. The role of values in scaling a business, and how Adam has stayed grounded as Carbliss has grown.7. Balancing the demands of business, health, and personal life as an entrepreneur.8. Tips for turning a personal passion into a thriving business and bringing ideas to market.9. Adam's journey of building Carbliss with his wife, Amanda, and the dynamics of a husband-and-wife team.10. Adam's dedication to supporting veterans and troubled youth, and how his personal mission aligns with his business goals.Quotable Moments:"Resilience is about not sprinting but finding a sustainable pace for the long haul.""The best ideas are the ones that come from personal passion and real-life problems."Connect with Adam:- Instagram: [@therealadamkroener](https://www.instagram.com/therealadamkroener/)- LinkedIn: [Adam Kroener](https://www.linkedin.com/in/adam-kroener-not-a-seltzer-beverage-ready-to-drink-cocktail/)- Carbliss Instagram: [@drinkcarbliss](https://www.instagram.com/drinkcarbliss/)- Carbliss Facebook: [Drink Carbliss](https://www.facebook.com/drinkcarbliss)Listener Engagement:What parts of Adam's journey resonate with you? Share your own experiences of resilience and growth, and let us know how his story inspires your entrepreneurial path.Disclaimer:The views expressed by guests are their own and do not necessarily reflect those of the Braving Business Podcast or its hosts.Don't forget to subscribe, rate, and review us wherever you get your podcasts. Stay brave!

Jennifer Lisa is known to many by her business name Quench Metalworks. Born and raised in Maine, Jennifer received her BFA in Jewelry and Metalsmithing from the Rhode Island School of Design. Handcrafted in sterling silver and unique gemstones, her jewelry collections are ever-evolving and draw inspiration from the balance of linear elements and organic shapes. Jennifer took a leap of faith and opened a brick and mortar following a dream she had. During our conversation she shares the ups and downs with owning your own shop and how she was making a move to new location when covid hit leaving her with two places to pay rent on until her lease had ended on the original shop. It was at this time, she began pivoting and working on building her IG in order to reach a new audience… and how she is now finding it necessary to explore other options to reach collectors as IG continues to change.  We talk about this and much more including balancing creativity and productivity, the importance of  having a community to lean on, teaching, and we nerd out a little bit on our favorite things… stones.  Follow Jennifer: Instagram: @quenchmetalworks Website: quenchmetalworks.com Want to continue these important conversations with a mutually supportive and diverse community of jewelry artists? Then please consider joining us in the ⁠Slowmade Collective⁠. It's the best place I know online that can support you and your desire to create a sustainable business that feeds your life.

Unpacks the problems and privileges of pursuing a career of passion by exploring work inside craft breweries. As workers attempt new modes of employment in the era of the Great Resignation, they face a labor landscape that is increasingly uncertain and stubbornly unequal. With Handcrafted Careers, sociologist Eli Revelle Yano Wilson dives headfirst into the everyday lives of workers in the craft beer industry to address key questions facing American workers today: about what makes a good career, who gets to have one, and how careers progress without established models. Wilson argues that what ends up contributing to divergent career paths in craft beer is a complex interplay of social connections, personal tastes, and cultural ideas, as well as exclusionary industry structures. The culture of work in craft beer is based around “bearded white guy” ideals that are gendered and racialized in ways that limit the advancement of women and people of color. A fresh perspective on niche industries, Handcrafted Careers offers sharp insights into how people navigate worlds of work that promote ideas of authenticity and passion-filled careers even amid instability. Eli Revelle Yano Wilson is an associate professor of sociology at The University of New Mexico. His research explores how work, race, and culture intersect in today's changing economy. A former craft beer industry worker and Certified Cicerone, Dr. Wilson is the author of three books, most recently Handcrafted Careers: Working the Artisan Economy of Craft Beer. Use promo code UCPSAVE30 and receive 30% off "Handcrafted Careers." Grab your copy today: https://www.ucpress.edu/books/handcrafted-careers/paper Join us in-person for CBP Connects Half workshop, half networking San Diego, CA | December 10-12, 2024 Grab your spot now at https://cbpconnects.com/

In this episode of The Story of a Brand Show, I sit down with Jonathan Grahm, the creative force behind Compartes, the artisanal chocolate brand beloved by celebrities and foodies alike. With over 75 years of history, Compartes has evolved into a unique combination of craftsmanship and artistry, delivering bold flavors like avocado toast chocolate bars and decadent truffles. Jonathan shares the journey of revamping his family business, turning it into a modern-day sensation while staying true to traditional chocolate-making techniques. We dive deep into Jonathan's passion for innovation, how he brings LA's vibrant culture into every chocolate bar, and what it's like being an artist in the world of chocolate. Whether creating a unique Diwali collection or crafting chocolates for the Oscars, Jonathan's story is one of creativity, dedication, and love for his craft. Key Moments: * The Visit from Mindy Grossman: How a meeting with the CEO of HSN helped catapult Compartes to new heights. * Innovation in Every Bite: Jonathan's passion for creating unique flavors like avocado toast and coffee-donut bars. * The Heart of the Business: Why Jonathan is hands-on in everything from chocolate-making to shipping orders. * Slow and Steady Wins the Race: How Jonathan's “slow and steady” approach to business has helped him navigate challenges and build a thriving brand. * Corporate Gifting Revolution: The game-changing success of customized chocolates for brands like Louis Vuitton and American Airlines. Join us in listening to this fascinating conversation with a true chocolate visionary! For more on Compartes, visit: https://compartes.com/ If you enjoyed this episode, please leave The Story of a Brand Show a rating and review.  Plus, don't forget to follow us on Apple and Spotify.  Your support helps us bring you more content like this! * Today's Sponsors: Compass Rose Ventures - Advisor for CPG Brands: https://compassroseventures.com/contact/ Compass Rose Ventures can help your CPG brand increase customer lifetime value, Expand into the US market, Create an omnipresent and omnichannel footprint, Optimize customer journeys, Build brand communities, and more. Visit the link above.  SARAL - The Influencer OS for Brands: https://storybrandoffer.com/ SARAL is the all-in-one influencer platform that finds brand-aligned creators, automates outreach, and manages everything in one place. Try it risk-free with an extended 14-day trial, exclusively for listeners of The Story of a Brand Podcast. Start today! Visit the link above. 

Hey friend, At the beginning of every calendar year, I share the projected trend report for the upcoming year. But as you can imagine things change within a given year, so in today's episode I'm sharing the 2024 fall trend report. You may be equally surprised to note, that much hasn't changed since January. A few things, but not much.  According to Urban Natural and Better Homes & Gardens, these items are worth noting for your fall decorating. Items with an * indicate they were in agreement with each other with these trend predictions.  1. Handcrafted wood furniture: the move away from quick production, cheap materials and onto more sustainable wood furniture production is still very much a thing.  2. Mixed textures: trendy in any season, but particularly in fall when naturally we want to be cozier. Layers and texture bring in that cozy feeling we've been craving all summer.  3. Luxurious curves: don't mistake luxurious curves for overstuffed when it comes to furniture. But even if you don't get a curved chair or couch, curves in design will directly offset the traditional structure and formality of living room pieces.  4. *Earthy color palettes: moody earthen tones are still on trend as they evoke a feeling of calm without being overbearing or too energetic.  5. *Artisinal elements for your dining table: fall kicks off the season of hosting dinners around a beautiful table. This season's trend is to take the table setting up a notch with beautiful handcrafted items.  Learn to set a beautiful table with this Tablescape Guide.  6. Heirloom pieces: items passed down through generations are, rightfully so, reemerging as not only a way to honor past traditions, but to decorate while telling your family's story. Heirloom pieces don't, however, have to furniture items only. Think of smaller items - antique vases and embroidered pillowcases immediately come to mind.  7. Natural elements: always on trend, bringing the outdoors in will never go out of style. But this season specifically, the trend comes in the form of gilded acorns, persimmon branches and pinecones.  8. Jewel tones, naturally: continuing with the natural theme, the use of jewel tones from nature (crimson mums, magnolia leaves for example) are having their moment.  Download the Fall 2024 Home Decorating Trend Report to get ideas for your fall decorating: Fall Trend Report   // Links mentioned in show: // Email: hello@figandfarmathome.com Website: https://figandfarmathome.com Book a Decorating SOS Coaching Call: https://www.figandfarmathome.com/decorating-sos Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/figandfarm/ FREE Facebook Community: https://www.bit.ly/design101group The Collective Membership Waitlist: https://figandfarmathome.myflodesk.com/waitlist Fall Trend Report:    Happy styling!! xo, dani    

Steven Bieber is a talented bowyer, family man, and forager who lives in central Florida. He teaches first-grade at an unorthodox, nature-based school where he gets to inspire young minds while embracing his love for nature. Steven is known for his ability to make beautifully crafted longbows, recurves, and reflex/deflex bows all under his side hustle Provision Longbows. If you're in the market for a handmade bow that shoots 170+ FPS, give Steven a shout.  Find Steven at: @provisionlongbows  Keep this podcast on the radio waves. Support our show partners: Polite But Dangerous Tools- Use discount code “bowyer” to save 10% off orders. https://politebutdangeroustools.square.site/ Vuni Gear- Use discount code “bowyer15” to save 15% off your order. https://vunigear.com/

Handcrafted Careers: Working the Artisan Economy of Craft Beer (U California Press, 2024) unpacks the problems and privileges of pursuing a career of passion by exploring work inside craft breweries. As workers attempt new modes of employment in the era of the Great Resignation, they face a labor landscape that is increasingly uncertain and stubbornly unequal. With Handcrafted Careers, sociologist Eli Revelle Yano Wilson dives headfirst into the everyday lives of workers in the craft beer industry to address key questions facing American workers today: about what makes a good career, who gets to have one, and how careers progress without established models. Wilson argues that what ends up contributing to divergent career paths in craft beer is a complex interplay of social connections, personal tastes, and cultural ideas, as well as exclusionary industry structures. The culture of work in craft beer is based around “bearded white guy” ideals that are gendered and racialized in ways that limit the advancement of women and people of color. A fresh perspective on niche industries, Handcrafted Careers offers sharp insights into how people navigate worlds of work that promote ideas of authenticity and passion-filled careers even amid instability. Michael O. Johnston, Ph.D. is a Assistant Professor of Sociology at William Penn University. He is the author of The Social Construction of a Cultural Spectacle: Floatzilla (Lexington Books, 2023) and Community Media Representations of Place and Identity at Tug Fest: Reconstructing the Mississippi River (Lexington Books, 2022). His general area of study is at the intersection of built-environment, experience, identity, and place. He is currently conducting research on how architectural designers, builders, and community planners negotiate a sense of identity and place for residents of newly constructed neighborhoods. To learn more about Michael O. Johnston you can go to his website, Google Scholar, Twitter @ProfessorJohnst, or by email at johnstonmo@wmpenn.edu. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Handcrafted Careers: Working the Artisan Economy of Craft Beer (U California Press, 2024) unpacks the problems and privileges of pursuing a career of passion by exploring work inside craft breweries. As workers attempt new modes of employment in the era of the Great Resignation, they face a labor landscape that is increasingly uncertain and stubbornly unequal. With Handcrafted Careers, sociologist Eli Revelle Yano Wilson dives headfirst into the everyday lives of workers in the craft beer industry to address key questions facing American workers today: about what makes a good career, who gets to have one, and how careers progress without established models. Wilson argues that what ends up contributing to divergent career paths in craft beer is a complex interplay of social connections, personal tastes, and cultural ideas, as well as exclusionary industry structures. The culture of work in craft beer is based around “bearded white guy” ideals that are gendered and racialized in ways that limit the advancement of women and people of color. A fresh perspective on niche industries, Handcrafted Careers offers sharp insights into how people navigate worlds of work that promote ideas of authenticity and passion-filled careers even amid instability. Michael O. Johnston, Ph.D. is a Assistant Professor of Sociology at William Penn University. He is the author of The Social Construction of a Cultural Spectacle: Floatzilla (Lexington Books, 2023) and Community Media Representations of Place and Identity at Tug Fest: Reconstructing the Mississippi River (Lexington Books, 2022). His general area of study is at the intersection of built-environment, experience, identity, and place. He is currently conducting research on how architectural designers, builders, and community planners negotiate a sense of identity and place for residents of newly constructed neighborhoods. To learn more about Michael O. Johnston you can go to his website, Google Scholar, Twitter @ProfessorJohnst, or by email at johnstonmo@wmpenn.edu. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/anthropology

In this episode of Schiffbauer Over Rocks, host Paul Schiffbauer Jr. sits down with Dennis Klein, Director of Sales at Heart to Beat LLC. Dennis shares his journey back into the sales world in a unique position, where he's not only slinging defibrillators but also educating businesses on the critical importance of having comprehensive safety programs. A natural-born entrepreneur, Dennis talks about his early days as a DJ and his passion for helping people, which has shaped his career. As a seasoned sales professional with an infectious personality and a true people person, Dennis draws energy from building connections and buying local, embracing his Baltimore roots along the way. Tune in for a conversation full of energy, optimism, and insight from a guy who knows how to make an impact in the local community and beyond. Connect with Dennis on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/in/dennis-klein-86133a30/ Learn more about Heart To Beat LLC's proactive approach to safety at https://www.hearttobeatllc.com/ And if you need safety equipment or programs for your facility, Dennis's personal celly is 443-676-6318 as advertised in this episode.Special thank you to our host location, Casta Cigars Co., for having us.Casta Cigars aims to offer the embodiment of luxury when it comes to cigar smoking. Handcrafted using rare and aged tobacco, every puff is a journey through time and tradition. Visit them online at www.castacigars.com and at their shop in York, PA.

In this episode, I sit down with my good friend and legendary knifemaker, LT Wright. Over the years, LT and I have teamed up on countless projects, and I've gained invaluable insights from him—not just about business or knifemaking, but about life itself. LT is one of the most genuine, integrity-driven individuals I know, and today, we're diving into his incredible journey. From his humble beginnings as a kid with big dreams to his early days as a carpenter and apprentice knifemaker, we'll explore the path that led to the creation of LT Wright Handcrafted Knives, a brand trusted by knife-users worldwide. Don't miss this opportunity to hear from a true master of his craft!Check out LT Wright Handcrafted Knives at:  https://ltwrightknives.com/The NRS Online Membership is THE best way to get the most up to date content for our followers: https://bit.ly/NRSONLINE Please check out our preferred gear provider, Tuff Possum Gear. Use code NATURERELIANCE for 10% off: https://tuffpossumgear.com/ Dont forget to go check out our NRS Online Membership for the best and most up-to-date content: https://bit.ly/NRSONLINEWild Times: Wildlife EducationWildlife mysteries, crazy news, and daring animal stories—listen now!Listen on: Apple Podcasts SpotifyThanks for listening! Follow us at Nature Reliance School.

Game Director Carrie Patel and Gameplay Director Gabe Paramo join Andy, Parris, and Greg to talk about how they're building an RPG you won't be able to put down. Run of Show - - Start - Housekeeping - An Interview w/ the Developers of Avowed - Ads - What We've Been Playing Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Game Director Carrie Patel and Gameplay Director Gabe Paramo join Andy, Parris, and Greg to talk about how they're building an RPG you won't be able to put down. Run of Show - - Start - Housekeeping - An Interview w/ the Developers of Avowed - Ads - What We've Been Playing Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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With Lefty's Right Mind celebrating seven years of business success, Danielle Becker, CEO and Founder, can't believe moments like her first event with Derek Jeter were just stepping stones. Danielle has always been a creative. Even while working in corporate America as a graphic designer, she kept following her passion. Initially beginning as a hobby, Danielle's handcrafted customizations of luxury items quickly gained traction and soon she was partnering with major brands. In 2017, Danielle officially founded Lefty's Right Mind, a creative studio specializing in bespoke artistry. Using her unique blend of digital design and hand craftsmanship, Danielle strives to create an experience that connects people to brands and products. Although Danielle currently describes her life as a beautiful disaster, she wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for listening!  Don't forget to order Rebecca's new book, Fearless: The New Rules for Unlocking Creativity, Courage, and Success. Follow Superwomen on Instagram. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/superwomen/support