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Part 1 One of our listeners thought inviting a guy over might save her from spending time with her parents while home for the holidays… but we're going to hear how badly it backfired. Part 2 The guy in today’s Second Date has been off the market for a decade and after his first date back in the game he’s getting left on read!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Part 1 One of our listeners thought inviting a guy over might save her from spending time with her parents while home for the holidays… but we're going to hear how badly it backfired. Part 2 The guy in today’s Second Date has been off the market for a decade and after his first date back in the game he’s getting left on read!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Lost At Christmas: Part 1 His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand my desire to get to somewhere warmer. For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago, Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old school mates for the Holidays. We didn't have a lot of money, but I was allowed to travel space available on a military flight as a Navy ROTC student. I had to get down to Charleston, South Carolina, and catch an international C1 41 flight that made a loop through Latin America. After finagling a ride to Virginia followed by a very long bus trip down the coast, I finally made it to Charleston AFB. ROTC travel orders in hand, I checked in at the desk, and verified I was on the standby list for the flight leaving on the 23rd. I wouldn't get home until Christmas Day, but better late than never. With pockets nearly empty, a hotel room was out of the question so I slept in the terminal and snacked on the cheapest eats I could get away with. There was a festive mood in the terminal, so many people rushing to get home for the holidays, and I was getting caught up in the feeling, eagerly looking forward to that very long plane ride, first to Panama, then Lima, and finally Santiago. After what seemed an interminable wait, we were an hour away from boarding when I got bumped off the flight by a group of Marines headed to Panama on Active Duty travel orders. I was devastated. The next flight left early the morning of the 26th. At least that one was a huge plane, and nearly empty so I was virtually guaranteed to get aboard, but what was I going to do for Christmas? Looking up at the outgoing flight schedules, I saw a flight listed for Tyndall AFB, Panama City, Florida. "When is the flight to Tyndall headed out?" I asked the airman behind the desk. "In an hour-and-a-half, and it's all but empty. You want on?" He asked, offering some recompense for my last minute bump. I'd lived in Panama City during 9th and 10th grade, and still had some close friends there, many I still kept in touch with. Maybe I could find someone to spend Christmas with there. It had to be better than sleeping in the terminal for 2 more days. "Please," I told him, "but hold my space for Santiago. I'll be back for that flight." I recalled there being a pretty big Greyhound station in Panama City, so I called Greyhound and checked on a bus being able to get me back in time for the flight. They had one, a 7:30 am bus on Christmas morning would get me back before midnight on Christmas. I could easily make the flight the next morning, even if it were delay a few hours. I bought a ticket, using the emergency Am Ex card my parents had given me when I headed off to college. I'd explain the $67.00 to my parents. I called my family in Santiago with the news. It had to be short call because of the expense, so I let them know I had been bumped but would be there on the 28th. I told them I was headed to Panama City, and would be taking a bus back in plenty of time for my flight. My mother cried, and my father told me to go ahead and use the credit card, but to try to keep the expenses reasonable. By the time I hung up I was pretty depressed, but at least I had a plan. Before I could try to contact anyone in Panama City, an announcement was made and suddenly I was on my way to Florida for Christmas, with no place lined up to stay, and practically broke. I was feeling a bit melancholy, but was determined to make the best of it. So there I was, at Tyndall Air Force Base, at 11:20 pm on December 23rd. I was debating who to try first. I had several close friends nearby and I expected they'd all be home for Christmas. After a short internal debate, I had narrowed it down to two. I had always gotten along well with their entire families, and I was still in pretty regular contact with both of them. Mike lived the nearest to me in the old days. He came from a big family, with 6 siblings, including Peggy, who'd been one of my first real deep infatuations. When I had been in 9th grade she'd been a senior, and was pretty and sophisticated. My yearning for her was unrequited, but I relished the idea of seeing her again after four years. She was a college senior, and would probably be home. I knew they'd welcome me, but I was concerned it would be an inconvenience. They did not have a large house, and it was bound to be crowded, particularly with three college kids home for the holiday. On top of that who knew if they had anyone else in tow? Tommy on the other hand came from a relatively well-off family who always lived well within their means. He had an older brother, who was working in Japan and unlikely to be home, a sister, Sheri, just a year behind us in school, and two much younger siblings, who I guessed would be around 9 and 10 by now. They had a spacious house, each kid had their own room, and I wouldn't be putting anybody out if I stayed there. I'd always had a crush on Sheri, but although I'd dated her best friend, I'd never gone out with her. Getting a chance to see her again would be an extra bonus. Feeling nervous and awkward, I dialed Tommy's number from memory, and luckily got him on the first call. If I'd gotten somebody else, I would have really felt uncomfortable. Tommy's answer was unmistakable. He had a funny way of saying hello when he answered the phone, and the sound of his voice took me straight back down memory lane. "Hee-ello," he answered. "Tommy! Guess who?" I asked. I guess my voice must have been similarly recognizable, since he didn't hesitate a second. "Steve-o! What are you up to? Where're you at?" He answered eagerly. It put a smile on my face. Nice to hear a happy, upbeat voice that seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me. "Funny you should ask. It's a long story, but I'm in a bit of a bind. I'm at Tyndall, and stuck here until Christmas Day." I told him. "What happened to Chile, and Rochester?" He asked. "I was on my way home to Chile, when I lost my seat on the plane in Charleston. I couldn't get out again until the 26th, so when I saw an empty plane headed this way, I just hopped on and hoped for the best." I explained. "That's Great!" He almost shouted. "Not great that you couldn't get home, but great that you're here. You want to stay with us? You can have Greg's room, he won't be here, and I'm sure Sheri and Mom would love to see you. The place is kind of 'down' with Greg canceling his trip home at the last minute. Having you here should cheer things up a bit." He did sound enthused, and I couldn't help grinning in reply. "Don't you think you should check?" I laughed. A scream in my ear was the answer, as I heard half of a shouted conversation. "Mom! Guess Who's In Town." "No, Not Greg." "No, Go Ahead Guess." "Guess Again." "Ok, Ok - Steve." "Yeah, Steve Pelland. He's Stuck Here In Town 'Til Christmas Day." "Of Course I Told Him He Should Come Here, I'll Go Get Him." "I Will." "Yes Mom; Yes; I Won't; I Will." I was holding the phone a little away from my head, and almost missed it when he came back on. "Where should I pick you up?" He asked. "The Main Terminal, you know where that is right?" I answered. "Sure - be there in about 30 minutes. Man, this is Great!" I hung up with a big smile on my face, feeling 100% better than I had just 10 minutes earlier. I stood outside waiting for him, and about 20 minutes later the strings of Christmas lights shut off one at a time, as the place closed up for the night. It was dark and quiet, and I started to get nervous again, wondering if this had been such a good idea. I was 500 miles from my flight home and completely at the mercy of old friends. But as far as friends go, I couldn't do much better than mine, and figured at the least I wouldn't be sleeping in a lonely terminal in Charleston for two days, slowly eating my way through my meager funds. When Bob pulled up around midnight, I could see he'd gotten rid of the VW Bug he'd inherited from his mother upon turning 16, and was now driving his brother's old Two-tone Cougar. We spent a minute saying hi, and loading my gear into the trunk, and then we headed back into town, catching each other up on history. When I had first moved to Santiago, I used to write about once every couple of months, as well as call a couple of times a year. In the beginning I'd written Sheri a lot as well. She was one of the most prolific writers among my old friends, and would typically write twice to me for every one I wrote to her. Over the years, that had degenerated into holiday cards and a surprise call maybe once a year. I knew he was attending Florida State, and that Greg had graduated from Georgetown, and had moved to Japan on business. That was about it. Tommy told me all about the old gang, who was in town, who was going to what schools, what people had been up to. I told him a lot more detail about what I'd been up to. "So," he asked, "Got a girl?" "Not now. Thought I had one after the ROTC Christmas ball, but that seems to have been my mistake." I admitted. "Hard to believe. You always had someone. Every letter, every phone-call, just seems like they didn't stay the same all that long." He teased. "I don't know. I had several relationships last pretty long. Two were more than 6 months long." I argued. "Oh! Six Months!" He laughed. "How about you then," I asked in defense. "Still Erin. Almost two years now." He asked. "Shit. What does she see in you? She could do so much better." I teased. "Oh really? Like how?" "Like me!" I laughed. "Right, like that would ever happen! Don't even think about it, or you'll be sleeping in the street." He was laughing as well. "Not if I called Erin I wouldn't," I shot back. I thought it was a great comeback, but it earned me a sock in the arm. We pulled up to his house, which still looked exactly the same, and things were pretty quiet. They used the same window lights, same roof lights, same bush trimmings year after year. It was just as I remembered. Who says you can't go back? "Mom's got to work tomorrow, so I'm sure she's in bed, and you know Dave crashes early, so we better keep it down. We've got lots to do tomorrow anyway." We entered quietly and put my bag in Greg's old room. Tommy stayed and chatted for a few minutes then bid me good night, telling me to sleep in as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn't past 9:00 am, and left me to get settled. Past 9:00? Now I remembered, they'd always been an early-bird household. For me 9:00 am Was the crack of dawn. Tommy and I had breakfast at about 9:30. He was already chiding me for sleeping in and missing the whole family. We had the house to ourselves. He'd been on the phone arranging our day, and once we'd finished the pancakes, we were off to see Mike and his family. Entering Mike's house was the same as it had ever been, but more-so. People everywhere, noise, laughter, roughhousing, it was all taken in stride by Mrs. Frey. We spent a few hours visiting, and getting fed again before we could leave. Mike's older sister Peggy still looked cute to me, but not the amazing creature my memory had somehow stored away. I had to tease her about the Christmas gift she'd given me three years earlier. She'd bought me a Richard Pryor tape, thinking it was Bill Cosby. When I played it for her in my car, she exploded, calling me names and accusing me of vile intent. At the time I had felt bad, confused, angry and a host of other feelings, now thankfully we could laugh at it. When I'd been 16 I'd been somewhat in awe of her, now things were comfortable. Mike's older brother was home as well, with his live-in girlfriend who seemed awfully ill-at-ease, and must have been at least 5 years older than Dan, maybe more. That was a story I'd have to hear more about. The biggest surprise was Alice. She'd been a few years younger than us. I wasn't sure if she was 16 or 17 now, but she was a bombshell. And she was coming on to me like gangbusters. I was really nervous, with her acting all touchy-feely with her mother and Peggy there. I was suddenly glad I had chosen to stay over with Tommy. With a pretty, stacked girl that seemed so infatuated with me around, I'm afraid I might have gotten into a whole lot more trouble than I needed. When we left there Mike joined us, and it was off to see Jack and Russ. They were a year apart in age. Russ had been in our class, and we'd been friendly with him, but Jack, although a year younger was our buddy. We played on the basketball team together, and when Tommy and I formed our first band, Jack was our bassist. At the Chambers house, we once again reminisced, and had to relive our first 'gig'. We had decided to play in the school talent show. With Tommy on piano and Jack on bass, I played guitar. We had a fourth guy on drums we'd all lost contact with. We had played Elton John, Deep Purple, The Eagles, and The Beatles. We had opened with the opening riff of "Smoke on the Water", and had been a hit. We were pretty lousy, but the audience was our friends, our parents and the parents of our friends, and at the end the parents even took up a collection for us. Pretty heady stuff. We'd called ourselves Bronze Myth, and had already designed our first three album covers before we had our first birthday party gig. Jack had been tall then, and had not stopped growing; he was now 6'7" and was attending University of Florida, playing basketball. He reminded me of the time when we went on our first dates together. I had gone with Kathryn Best, easily the most lusted after girl in the whole school, who was in Jack's class a year behind me. Jack, on the other hand, had gone out with our "Valentine's Day Queen", Anne, who was in my class and almost two full years older than Jack. He was always precocious. There had been a third couple with us, Dennis and Suzanne, and Jack broke the news that Suzanne had gotten knocked up, just before I left to go overseas, and she and Dennis had gotten married. There was a huge scandal, but they stuck together, and had the baby. They lived with Suzanne's parents. Dennis was doing alright, working for Suzanne's father. While we were visiting, several friends dropped in, including the aforementioned Kathryn who lived one street over. Kathryn, the stunning brunette who had the body of a 20 year old when she was 15, and had a beautiful face with features that just slayed me. Kathryn, the very first girl I had gotten to Third Base with. She was as pretty as I remembered, and I found out she was going to be attending Mt. Holyoke the following year, which was an odd coincidence since my girlfriend from High School was a sophomore there. Going out with Kathryn, a year younger than me had been a total fiasco. We'd sat together on an out-of-town bus trip and ranked high enough in the pecking order that we got the right hand seat second from the back. These trips were our biggest dates back then. Ours was a small parochial school, and on the bus trips, the athletes, cheerleaders and student fans all rode the same bug. The 30-90 minute trips were like pep rallies on the way out, and like the back of movie theatres on the way back. There were frequent "hand-checks" and the lights would come one as our coaches would walk the aisle, but it seemed like after our wins, the checks would be a little less frequent. Our win at Pensacola was my first real 'make-out' session, as we cuddled and kissed the whole trip home. I even got a chance to play with her breast through her sweater. Less than a week later I asked her to the movies, and we sat in the back with the two other couples, probably both scared spitless and nervous as goldfish in a blender. We'd started necking, which got more and more intense, and my hands boldly went where no hands had gone before. An hour into the movie I was almost out of control, and feverish with desire, and it seemed she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. If I'd had a little more confidence, or a little more knowledge, who knows what might have happened? As it is, I went pretty far, probably too far, and I was scared to death afterwards. She was the first girl whose flesh I'd touched underneath her clothing. I didn't call her for several days, and even avoided her at school, not knowing what to say. In short I was a total jerk. Everyone thought we should be together, she was the pretty captain of the cheerleaders, with the big boobs, and I was the Big Jock, playing all the sports, while at the same time excelling in school. She was voted "Most Popular." I was "Most Likely to Succeed." However, in this case it turned out she was "Most Slighted", and I was definitely "Most Inept." After waiting several days, amazingly patient in retrospect, she had tasked her best friend Sheri, Tommy's sister, with letting me know that she thought we shouldn't go out. Next thing you know, she was going out with some geeky looking kid, and she dated him for the rest of the school year. I'd changed schools at the end of that year, and had seen her only infrequently the following year, before moving to Santiago. Outside in the backyard, Kathryn and I walked off together and finally had a few minutes alone. "You know Kat, I don't think I ever apologized for being such an idiot, after our first date. I really am sorry." She was quiet for a while. She had a sad little look. "You know, I waited by that phone night after night, crying myself to sleep. I saw you dodging me at school and it broke my heart." "I was young and stupid. I'd never done Anything with a girl before, and could hardly even believe I was with the hottest girl in school. After all the stuff I did, God, I was so embarrassed that I'd overstepped the boundaries, and I had no idea what to say." She sat down underneath the big tree in the backyard and I sat beside her on the circular bench around it. "You could have said something to Jack maybe, or Tommy, and let them tell me. At least let me know that you liked me, or had fun. Something." She looked on the verge of tears, even 3 years later, and I felt even worse. "I know. I kept kicking myself over it. I was so angry with myself and jealous when you went out with Ricky." I admitted. "He was nice to me when I needed it." "But it seemed such an odd fit. He was a nobody; the only thing he ever did noteworthy was date you." I told her. "He lived two houses down. We'd grown up together, and when my heart was broken he picked up the pieces. He could tell something was wrong, and really made me feel a lot better." She confessed. That brought on a short period of silence. It did let me think better of Ricky, who wasn't just lucky or an opportunist. "You know, that was one of the most memorable moments in my life. Touching a girl like that for the first time. I had no idea what I should do, or what I could do, but I kept looking down the row at Dennis and Suzanne, and figured I should be able to do that too. I was in heaven; you were so amazing to be with." I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. Her palm was moist. "You're telling me? You were the big 9th grader with the learner's permit and motorcycle. Big Man on Campus. The guy every girl wanted. And you wanted me. I had no idea what we should or shouldn't do on a date. I was hoping you knew." We laughed at that, remembering the intensity of those feelings. "Given a chance to do it over, I'd have camped out on your doorstep and professed my undying, eternal love the moment you walked out the door." I told her, half serious. "As I recall, you professed your love for me that evening, just before opening the top of my pants." She said with a wicked grin. I'm sure I blushed mightily. "I can't really ask forgiveness, but I really am sorry. Sorry now and sorry then. I fantasized about you for years afterwards, thinking of what could have happened if I hadn't been such a jerk. You have no idea how many of my fantasies you starred in back then." "If only you'd have let me know. Ricky was my first. It could have been you. Given half a chance, it would have been you." She had moved close and was speaking softly. "And this is my punishment. Knowing how bad I fucked up. Seeing you here, as beautiful as in my dreams, and knowing I've screwed up any chance of being with you." I placed my hand behind her head, stroking her hair. "I wouldn't say you'd screwed up Any chance, but you certainly blew that one." We were looking deeply in each other's eyes, recalling strong, painful feelings. I wanted her now, as I'd wanted her then, with a deep burning need, and I leaned forward those last two inches, and captured her lips with mine. She slid forward and melted against me, kissing me with every emotion boiling to the surface. She took my hand and placed it on her incredible chest, and I squeezed her breast, my thumb reliving that first caress of her nipple from so many years earlier. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and then broke apart. Her eyes glistened. "I've got a boyfriend." She confessed. I nodded understanding. "If I didn't?" I reached forward pressing my index finger to her lips. "I know. I missed my chance. It's my loss." We just sat side by side a minute, in silence. "You know," she said softly, "what you did to me that night, that was part of the problem." "I know. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line." I said, even now embarrassed at the liberties I'd taken. "No, not anything wrong. What you did to me, how you made me feel. You made me cream my jeans more than once that night. It was the first time I'd ever come. I'd heard about it, but it was almost unreal. Your fingers just drove me wild. It was over a year before another guy was able to do the same." She put her hand between her legs, seemingly remembering that first night. "That makes two of us. I don't know if you knew, but I came in my pants too, and you never even touched me there. By the time I got home I was a terrible sticky mess. I snuck out and threw that underwear away before my mother could find them and ask uncomfortable questions." I told her, laughing. She gave me an odd little look, and then slid around the tree, placing its 3 foot wide trunk between us and the house. She reached out for me, and of course I followed. "Could I, I mean would you mind?" She seemed lost for words. "What? Just ask. I certainly owe you one." I told her. She didn't ask, she just started unbuckling my belt. "I always wondered, and never really had a chance to find out." With the belt open she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. "I mean, that night, you got to find out pretty much ALL about me, but I didn't; " I lifted my hips and let her pull my pants down a short ways, and then she reached up and pulled my underwear down exposing my fully erect monument to her sexiness. "I knew it, you bastard. Look at that." I didn't have to look. I knew it pretty well. And it was certainly standing tall and making me proud. She took me in hand and stroked me up and down, which after all the discussion and reminiscing was almost enough to get me off. "I just knew it. This should have been my first." She slowly stroked me up and down, and then she leaned over and took me in her mouth for just a second, sucking me deep and then releasing me. That was it. It was too much for me, and I stood up and shot my wad a good two feet out from where we were sitting. She giggled, as she helped me through my release, then pulled my underwear up back over my still dripping cock, and wiped her hand on the front of my briefs, before helping me pull my jeans back up. "If I wasn't tied up, I'd have you paying reparations," she told me as we both stood, and she slapped my hands away from my belt and finished straightening me out herself. "Let's consider it a delayed payoff. If things don't work out for you, maybe we can try it again. Rochester isn't That far from Amherst." Little did I know what the future held in store for us, but that's a different story. We walked back to the house hand-in-hand, laughing at the folly of youth, from the wizened experience of our 18 and 19 years. She had to leave shortly after, as did we, and I kissed her goodbye at the door. Once the door was closed I heard an exclamation from behind me. I turned to Tommy who said, "Now I've seen everything." "Amen," said Jack. "What?" I asked. "After how you treated her after our first date, I was certain you were on her shit-list for life." Jack explained. "Absolutely." Tommy chimed in. "Sheri said that Kathryn fantasized about doing mean and nasty things to you for years. I mean, hell, you did use her pretty bad." "I was a dope. I did some things I'd never done before, and was so embarrassed I didn't know how to even face her. So I screwed up and avoided her. I just made my apologies and we worked things out. I think she understands that I didn't try to be mean; I was just young and stupid. I didn't know what I was doing, and regretted it for years." I told them. "Geez. I always wondered how you could pass on that, when she was so available to you. You really did fuck up, didn't you?" Tommy pointed out. "Yep, not the first time, and I'm certain not the last. But we've buried the hatchet it seems." I answered "I'm just astounded that hatchet isn't in your back." Jack added. We left just a short while after that. We had one last visit to make. Teri Branson was passing through town, and wanted to see us if she could. She was just there for the day, and none of us wanted to miss out on that chance. The summer before 10th grade, I'd practically lived at Teri's. It was football time, and we were doing twice-a-days. We'd have morning practice, then a break so we wouldn't be out all day in the noon-time Florida summer sun. After the break it was afternoon practice. Teri was at our school and I never really knew her until that summer. She lived only a block from Mike, and we had run into her one day out washing the family car. We struck up a conversation, and the rest was history. I spent every football break at her house that summer. Mike didn't play football, but I'd pick him up on the way over there, and we'd hang out. She had a pool table, and a private rec-room with a stand-up arcade game. Her mother would always bring us snacks and drinks. Teri had not been popular, and was new to the school as well. But in a period of just a few months she went from a boyish figured tom-boy, to a devastatingly beautiful teen. Her breasts seemed to almost explode outwards, and once we'd met her mom, we knew where she got it from. She lost some weight, traded glasses for contacts, grew tits, lost the braces, and suddenly this beauty was in our midst, and nobody even knew about her but us. She was our secret. Tommy was going to a different high-school from me and Mike, but we still hung together most of the summer, and we had to let him in on our secret. The closest we'd come to having anything happen was a bizarre game of spin-the-bottle underneath the pool table. Mike, Tommy, me and Teri. Just an excuse for us to take turns kissing her. Her father was being transferred again at the end of the summer. I told her I was going to have a birthday party, and that we were going to play spin-the-bottle, I had hoped she'd be there, but now she was leaving. We were all upset. Tommy suggested we play now, since she couldn't make it then, and we did. It was strange but wonderful. Two weeks later she was gone. We met Teri at the mall, our planned rendezvous. We couldn't miss her; she was the center of a lot of attention. And still gorgeous. We ran up to her and had hugs all around. "I can only stay about 20 minutes," she told us with a pout. "Damn," was all I could say. So the three of us toured the mall, observing all the changes. It had been brand new the year we had been together. We grabbed some drinks, and wandered back outside, our time almost up, and barely even caught up. "Teri, I have a confession." I told her. "I know we acted pretty much like friends, but I was crazy about you. That summer I went home every evening and dreamed of you." "Hell, we all did." Tommy admitted. "We were such idiots," she said. She reached up to my collar and pulled me down for a kiss. Teri stood maybe 5 foot 1, so I had at least a foot on her in height. Bent over I let her kiss me, and I returned it eagerly. Finally she released me. "I was so confused. One day I'd like you, and then the next day you," she said nodding around the group, "and then you. I kept wondering who was going to be my first real boyfriend. I just knew it was going to be one of you. And then it was all over." She looked up at me. "I Still dream about you sometimes." All we could do was laugh it off, and say we'd get together sometime. She was living in Phoenix now, finishing high school, and it looked like she'd be going to Stanford. It was going to be hard to ever make that commute work out, not that she didn't seem like it would be worth the effort. Then her parents drove up. We said hi to her mom (who had been a secret fantasy of mine back then) and then with a last set of hugs it was goodbye to Teri. It was getting late so we dropped Mike back off at his house, driving mostly in quiet. I imagine we were all lost in thought over the quirks of fate and what might have been. For me, it was thoughts of Kathryn and Teri, two incredible opportunities that any teen would kill for, and I'd let them slip through my fingers. We dropped Mike off, but didn't go inside. As it was we were running late, and knew that if we went in, it would be a while before we got out of there. From Mike's it was a 5 minute drive back to Tommy's, but we drove past Teri's old house, just for nostalgia's sake. At Tommy's we were running late. Dinner was going to be at 6:00 pm, and somehow we'd burned the whole day. It was 5:45 before we even walked in the door, and we both wanted to clean up before dinner. The kid's rooms were served by two separate bathrooms, one at the end of the hall, and one off of Greg's room. So I stripped down to my shorts, and went to take my shower. I hadn't expected the bathroom to be full. Sheri was in their, applying the last of her makeup. Fortunately (or unfortunately) she was dressed. When I walked in, she gave a squeal, and came over and gave me a big hug. "I can't believe you're here! You're looking good." She said, stepping back and giving me the once over. "Wow, Sheri, you look great!" was all I could say. She had always been pretty. But the difference between a 15 year old Sheri and this one was night and day. The more mature Sheri was a beautiful young woman. "Thanks," she said, "I'll be out of here in a second, and you can have the place to yourself. I'm dying to talk to you." "I'll be here all night." I joked, stepping back into the room I was using, before my underwear had to undergo any more strain. I sat on the bed waiting, and after just a minute or so she poked her head in and said "It's all yours." She left the door open and walked out the other side of the bathroom. So that was one change at least that I hadn't noticed. Back in the day, this was Greg's bathroom. But since then someone had taken out the linen closet, and the old closet door now opened into Sheri's room. In retrospect it should have been obvious. With Greg away, the bathroom had a lot of stuff in it, although very neat. If I'd opened a cabinet or drawer, I would have seen all the makeup and girl's things. I was using Sheri's bathroom. I rapidly cleaned up and dressed. I was in a bit of a hurry, wanting to still wrap a couple of small presents for my hosts. I had bought several music tapes for my sister as a Christmas present, and decided to gift Tommy with one of them. I also had a photo in a frame for my mom, and decided to make the frame a family gift. It was simple, hand-made by yours truly from apple-wood. After borrowing some paper, tape, and scissors, I was ready to join everyone else just a few minutes later. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Lost At Christmas: Part 1 His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand my desire to get to somewhere warmer. For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago, Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old school mates for the Holidays. We didn't have a lot of money, but I was allowed to travel space available on a military flight as a Navy ROTC student. I had to get down to Charleston, South Carolina, and catch an international C1 41 flight that made a loop through Latin America. After finagling a ride to Virginia followed by a very long bus trip down the coast, I finally made it to Charleston AFB. ROTC travel orders in hand, I checked in at the desk, and verified I was on the standby list for the flight leaving on the 23rd. I wouldn't get home until Christmas Day, but better late than never. With pockets nearly empty, a hotel room was out of the question so I slept in the terminal and snacked on the cheapest eats I could get away with. There was a festive mood in the terminal, so many people rushing to get home for the holidays, and I was getting caught up in the feeling, eagerly looking forward to that very long plane ride, first to Panama, then Lima, and finally Santiago. After what seemed an interminable wait, we were an hour away from boarding when I got bumped off the flight by a group of Marines headed to Panama on Active Duty travel orders. I was devastated. The next flight left early the morning of the 26th. At least that one was a huge plane, and nearly empty so I was virtually guaranteed to get aboard, but what was I going to do for Christmas? Looking up at the outgoing flight schedules, I saw a flight listed for Tyndall AFB, Panama City, Florida. "When is the flight to Tyndall headed out?" I asked the airman behind the desk. "In an hour-and-a-half, and it's all but empty. You want on?" He asked, offering some recompense for my last minute bump. I'd lived in Panama City during 9th and 10th grade, and still had some close friends there, many I still kept in touch with. Maybe I could find someone to spend Christmas with there. It had to be better than sleeping in the terminal for 2 more days. "Please," I told him, "but hold my space for Santiago. I'll be back for that flight." I recalled there being a pretty big Greyhound station in Panama City, so I called Greyhound and checked on a bus being able to get me back in time for the flight. They had one, a 7:30 am bus on Christmas morning would get me back before midnight on Christmas. I could easily make the flight the next morning, even if it were delay a few hours. I bought a ticket, using the emergency Am Ex card my parents had given me when I headed off to college. I'd explain the $67.00 to my parents. I called my family in Santiago with the news. It had to be short call because of the expense, so I let them know I had been bumped but would be there on the 28th. I told them I was headed to Panama City, and would be taking a bus back in plenty of time for my flight. My mother cried, and my father told me to go ahead and use the credit card, but to try to keep the expenses reasonable. By the time I hung up I was pretty depressed, but at least I had a plan. Before I could try to contact anyone in Panama City, an announcement was made and suddenly I was on my way to Florida for Christmas, with no place lined up to stay, and practically broke. I was feeling a bit melancholy, but was determined to make the best of it. So there I was, at Tyndall Air Force Base, at 11:20 pm on December 23rd. I was debating who to try first. I had several close friends nearby and I expected they'd all be home for Christmas. After a short internal debate, I had narrowed it down to two. I had always gotten along well with their entire families, and I was still in pretty regular contact with both of them. Mike lived the nearest to me in the old days. He came from a big family, with 6 siblings, including Peggy, who'd been one of my first real deep infatuations. When I had been in 9th grade she'd been a senior, and was pretty and sophisticated. My yearning for her was unrequited, but I relished the idea of seeing her again after four years. She was a college senior, and would probably be home. I knew they'd welcome me, but I was concerned it would be an inconvenience. They did not have a large house, and it was bound to be crowded, particularly with three college kids home for the holiday. On top of that who knew if they had anyone else in tow? Tommy on the other hand came from a relatively well-off family who always lived well within their means. He had an older brother, who was working in Japan and unlikely to be home, a sister, Sheri, just a year behind us in school, and two much younger siblings, who I guessed would be around 9 and 10 by now. They had a spacious house, each kid had their own room, and I wouldn't be putting anybody out if I stayed there. I'd always had a crush on Sheri, but although I'd dated her best friend, I'd never gone out with her. Getting a chance to see her again would be an extra bonus. Feeling nervous and awkward, I dialed Tommy's number from memory, and luckily got him on the first call. If I'd gotten somebody else, I would have really felt uncomfortable. Tommy's answer was unmistakable. He had a funny way of saying hello when he answered the phone, and the sound of his voice took me straight back down memory lane. "Hee-ello," he answered. "Tommy! Guess who?" I asked. I guess my voice must have been similarly recognizable, since he didn't hesitate a second. "Steve-o! What are you up to? Where're you at?" He answered eagerly. It put a smile on my face. Nice to hear a happy, upbeat voice that seemed genuinely pleased to hear from me. "Funny you should ask. It's a long story, but I'm in a bit of a bind. I'm at Tyndall, and stuck here until Christmas Day." I told him. "What happened to Chile, and Rochester?" He asked. "I was on my way home to Chile, when I lost my seat on the plane in Charleston. I couldn't get out again until the 26th, so when I saw an empty plane headed this way, I just hopped on and hoped for the best." I explained. "That's Great!" He almost shouted. "Not great that you couldn't get home, but great that you're here. You want to stay with us? You can have Greg's room, he won't be here, and I'm sure Sheri and Mom would love to see you. The place is kind of 'down' with Greg canceling his trip home at the last minute. Having you here should cheer things up a bit." He did sound enthused, and I couldn't help grinning in reply. "Don't you think you should check?" I laughed. A scream in my ear was the answer, as I heard half of a shouted conversation. "Mom! Guess Who's In Town." "No, Not Greg." "No, Go Ahead Guess." "Guess Again." "Ok, Ok - Steve." "Yeah, Steve Pelland. He's Stuck Here In Town 'Til Christmas Day." "Of Course I Told Him He Should Come Here, I'll Go Get Him." "I Will." "Yes Mom; Yes; I Won't; I Will." I was holding the phone a little away from my head, and almost missed it when he came back on. "Where should I pick you up?" He asked. "The Main Terminal, you know where that is right?" I answered. "Sure - be there in about 30 minutes. Man, this is Great!" I hung up with a big smile on my face, feeling 100% better than I had just 10 minutes earlier. I stood outside waiting for him, and about 20 minutes later the strings of Christmas lights shut off one at a time, as the place closed up for the night. It was dark and quiet, and I started to get nervous again, wondering if this had been such a good idea. I was 500 miles from my flight home and completely at the mercy of old friends. But as far as friends go, I couldn't do much better than mine, and figured at the least I wouldn't be sleeping in a lonely terminal in Charleston for two days, slowly eating my way through my meager funds. When Bob pulled up around midnight, I could see he'd gotten rid of the VW Bug he'd inherited from his mother upon turning 16, and was now driving his brother's old Two-tone Cougar. We spent a minute saying hi, and loading my gear into the trunk, and then we headed back into town, catching each other up on history. When I had first moved to Santiago, I used to write about once every couple of months, as well as call a couple of times a year. In the beginning I'd written Sheri a lot as well. She was one of the most prolific writers among my old friends, and would typically write twice to me for every one I wrote to her. Over the years, that had degenerated into holiday cards and a surprise call maybe once a year. I knew he was attending Florida State, and that Greg had graduated from Georgetown, and had moved to Japan on business. That was about it. Tommy told me all about the old gang, who was in town, who was going to what schools, what people had been up to. I told him a lot more detail about what I'd been up to. "So," he asked, "Got a girl?" "Not now. Thought I had one after the ROTC Christmas ball, but that seems to have been my mistake." I admitted. "Hard to believe. You always had someone. Every letter, every phone-call, just seems like they didn't stay the same all that long." He teased. "I don't know. I had several relationships last pretty long. Two were more than 6 months long." I argued. "Oh! Six Months!" He laughed. "How about you then," I asked in defense. "Still Erin. Almost two years now." He asked. "Shit. What does she see in you? She could do so much better." I teased. "Oh really? Like how?" "Like me!" I laughed. "Right, like that would ever happen! Don't even think about it, or you'll be sleeping in the street." He was laughing as well. "Not if I called Erin I wouldn't," I shot back. I thought it was a great comeback, but it earned me a sock in the arm. We pulled up to his house, which still looked exactly the same, and things were pretty quiet. They used the same window lights, same roof lights, same bush trimmings year after year. It was just as I remembered. Who says you can't go back? "Mom's got to work tomorrow, so I'm sure she's in bed, and you know Dave crashes early, so we better keep it down. We've got lots to do tomorrow anyway." We entered quietly and put my bag in Greg's old room. Tommy stayed and chatted for a few minutes then bid me good night, telling me to sleep in as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn't past 9:00 am, and left me to get settled. Past 9:00? Now I remembered, they'd always been an early-bird household. For me 9:00 am Was the crack of dawn. Tommy and I had breakfast at about 9:30. He was already chiding me for sleeping in and missing the whole family. We had the house to ourselves. He'd been on the phone arranging our day, and once we'd finished the pancakes, we were off to see Mike and his family. Entering Mike's house was the same as it had ever been, but more-so. People everywhere, noise, laughter, roughhousing, it was all taken in stride by Mrs. Frey. We spent a few hours visiting, and getting fed again before we could leave. Mike's older sister Peggy still looked cute to me, but not the amazing creature my memory had somehow stored away. I had to tease her about the Christmas gift she'd given me three years earlier. She'd bought me a Richard Pryor tape, thinking it was Bill Cosby. When I played it for her in my car, she exploded, calling me names and accusing me of vile intent. At the time I had felt bad, confused, angry and a host of other feelings, now thankfully we could laugh at it. When I'd been 16 I'd been somewhat in awe of her, now things were comfortable. Mike's older brother was home as well, with his live-in girlfriend who seemed awfully ill-at-ease, and must have been at least 5 years older than Dan, maybe more. That was a story I'd have to hear more about. The biggest surprise was Alice. She'd been a few years younger than us. I wasn't sure if she was 16 or 17 now, but she was a bombshell. And she was coming on to me like gangbusters. I was really nervous, with her acting all touchy-feely with her mother and Peggy there. I was suddenly glad I had chosen to stay over with Tommy. With a pretty, stacked girl that seemed so infatuated with me around, I'm afraid I might have gotten into a whole lot more trouble than I needed. When we left there Mike joined us, and it was off to see Jack and Russ. They were a year apart in age. Russ had been in our class, and we'd been friendly with him, but Jack, although a year younger was our buddy. We played on the basketball team together, and when Tommy and I formed our first band, Jack was our bassist. At the Chambers house, we once again reminisced, and had to relive our first 'gig'. We had decided to play in the school talent show. With Tommy on piano and Jack on bass, I played guitar. We had a fourth guy on drums we'd all lost contact with. We had played Elton John, Deep Purple, The Eagles, and The Beatles. We had opened with the opening riff of "Smoke on the Water", and had been a hit. We were pretty lousy, but the audience was our friends, our parents and the parents of our friends, and at the end the parents even took up a collection for us. Pretty heady stuff. We'd called ourselves Bronze Myth, and had already designed our first three album covers before we had our first birthday party gig. Jack had been tall then, and had not stopped growing; he was now 6'7" and was attending University of Florida, playing basketball. He reminded me of the time when we went on our first dates together. I had gone with Kathryn Best, easily the most lusted after girl in the whole school, who was in Jack's class a year behind me. Jack, on the other hand, had gone out with our "Valentine's Day Queen", Anne, who was in my class and almost two full years older than Jack. He was always precocious. There had been a third couple with us, Dennis and Suzanne, and Jack broke the news that Suzanne had gotten knocked up, just before I left to go overseas, and she and Dennis had gotten married. There was a huge scandal, but they stuck together, and had the baby. They lived with Suzanne's parents. Dennis was doing alright, working for Suzanne's father. While we were visiting, several friends dropped in, including the aforementioned Kathryn who lived one street over. Kathryn, the stunning brunette who had the body of a 20 year old when she was 15, and had a beautiful face with features that just slayed me. Kathryn, the very first girl I had gotten to Third Base with. She was as pretty as I remembered, and I found out she was going to be attending Mt. Holyoke the following year, which was an odd coincidence since my girlfriend from High School was a sophomore there. Going out with Kathryn, a year younger than me had been a total fiasco. We'd sat together on an out-of-town bus trip and ranked high enough in the pecking order that we got the right hand seat second from the back. These trips were our biggest dates back then. Ours was a small parochial school, and on the bus trips, the athletes, cheerleaders and student fans all rode the same bug. The 30-90 minute trips were like pep rallies on the way out, and like the back of movie theatres on the way back. There were frequent "hand-checks" and the lights would come one as our coaches would walk the aisle, but it seemed like after our wins, the checks would be a little less frequent. Our win at Pensacola was my first real 'make-out' session, as we cuddled and kissed the whole trip home. I even got a chance to play with her breast through her sweater. Less than a week later I asked her to the movies, and we sat in the back with the two other couples, probably both scared spitless and nervous as goldfish in a blender. We'd started necking, which got more and more intense, and my hands boldly went where no hands had gone before. An hour into the movie I was almost out of control, and feverish with desire, and it seemed she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. If I'd had a little more confidence, or a little more knowledge, who knows what might have happened? As it is, I went pretty far, probably too far, and I was scared to death afterwards. She was the first girl whose flesh I'd touched underneath her clothing. I didn't call her for several days, and even avoided her at school, not knowing what to say. In short I was a total jerk. Everyone thought we should be together, she was the pretty captain of the cheerleaders, with the big boobs, and I was the Big Jock, playing all the sports, while at the same time excelling in school. She was voted "Most Popular." I was "Most Likely to Succeed." However, in this case it turned out she was "Most Slighted", and I was definitely "Most Inept." After waiting several days, amazingly patient in retrospect, she had tasked her best friend Sheri, Tommy's sister, with letting me know that she thought we shouldn't go out. Next thing you know, she was going out with some geeky looking kid, and she dated him for the rest of the school year. I'd changed schools at the end of that year, and had seen her only infrequently the following year, before moving to Santiago. Outside in the backyard, Kathryn and I walked off together and finally had a few minutes alone. "You know Kat, I don't think I ever apologized for being such an idiot, after our first date. I really am sorry." She was quiet for a while. She had a sad little look. "You know, I waited by that phone night after night, crying myself to sleep. I saw you dodging me at school and it broke my heart." "I was young and stupid. I'd never done Anything with a girl before, and could hardly even believe I was with the hottest girl in school. After all the stuff I did, God, I was so embarrassed that I'd overstepped the boundaries, and I had no idea what to say." She sat down underneath the big tree in the backyard and I sat beside her on the circular bench around it. "You could have said something to Jack maybe, or Tommy, and let them tell me. At least let me know that you liked me, or had fun. Something." She looked on the verge of tears, even 3 years later, and I felt even worse. "I know. I kept kicking myself over it. I was so angry with myself and jealous when you went out with Ricky." I admitted. "He was nice to me when I needed it." "But it seemed such an odd fit. He was a nobody; the only thing he ever did noteworthy was date you." I told her. "He lived two houses down. We'd grown up together, and when my heart was broken he picked up the pieces. He could tell something was wrong, and really made me feel a lot better." She confessed. That brought on a short period of silence. It did let me think better of Ricky, who wasn't just lucky or an opportunist. "You know, that was one of the most memorable moments in my life. Touching a girl like that for the first time. I had no idea what I should do, or what I could do, but I kept looking down the row at Dennis and Suzanne, and figured I should be able to do that too. I was in heaven; you were so amazing to be with." I told her, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. Her palm was moist. "You're telling me? You were the big 9th grader with the learner's permit and motorcycle. Big Man on Campus. The guy every girl wanted. And you wanted me. I had no idea what we should or shouldn't do on a date. I was hoping you knew." We laughed at that, remembering the intensity of those feelings. "Given a chance to do it over, I'd have camped out on your doorstep and professed my undying, eternal love the moment you walked out the door." I told her, half serious. "As I recall, you professed your love for me that evening, just before opening the top of my pants." She said with a wicked grin. I'm sure I blushed mightily. "I can't really ask forgiveness, but I really am sorry. Sorry now and sorry then. I fantasized about you for years afterwards, thinking of what could have happened if I hadn't been such a jerk. You have no idea how many of my fantasies you starred in back then." "If only you'd have let me know. Ricky was my first. It could have been you. Given half a chance, it would have been you." She had moved close and was speaking softly. "And this is my punishment. Knowing how bad I fucked up. Seeing you here, as beautiful as in my dreams, and knowing I've screwed up any chance of being with you." I placed my hand behind her head, stroking her hair. "I wouldn't say you'd screwed up Any chance, but you certainly blew that one." We were looking deeply in each other's eyes, recalling strong, painful feelings. I wanted her now, as I'd wanted her then, with a deep burning need, and I leaned forward those last two inches, and captured her lips with mine. She slid forward and melted against me, kissing me with every emotion boiling to the surface. She took my hand and placed it on her incredible chest, and I squeezed her breast, my thumb reliving that first caress of her nipple from so many years earlier. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and then broke apart. Her eyes glistened. "I've got a boyfriend." She confessed. I nodded understanding. "If I didn't?" I reached forward pressing my index finger to her lips. "I know. I missed my chance. It's my loss." We just sat side by side a minute, in silence. "You know," she said softly, "what you did to me that night, that was part of the problem." "I know. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line." I said, even now embarrassed at the liberties I'd taken. "No, not anything wrong. What you did to me, how you made me feel. You made me cream my jeans more than once that night. It was the first time I'd ever come. I'd heard about it, but it was almost unreal. Your fingers just drove me wild. It was over a year before another guy was able to do the same." She put her hand between her legs, seemingly remembering that first night. "That makes two of us. I don't know if you knew, but I came in my pants too, and you never even touched me there. By the time I got home I was a terrible sticky mess. I snuck out and threw that underwear away before my mother could find them and ask uncomfortable questions." I told her, laughing. She gave me an odd little look, and then slid around the tree, placing its 3 foot wide trunk between us and the house. She reached out for me, and of course I followed. "Could I, I mean would you mind?" She seemed lost for words. "What? Just ask. I certainly owe you one." I told her. She didn't ask, she just started unbuckling my belt. "I always wondered, and never really had a chance to find out." With the belt open she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. "I mean, that night, you got to find out pretty much ALL about me, but I didn't; " I lifted my hips and let her pull my pants down a short ways, and then she reached up and pulled my underwear down exposing my fully erect monument to her sexiness. "I knew it, you bastard. Look at that." I didn't have to look. I knew it pretty well. And it was certainly standing tall and making me proud. She took me in hand and stroked me up and down, which after all the discussion and reminiscing was almost enough to get me off. "I just knew it. This should have been my first." She slowly stroked me up and down, and then she leaned over and took me in her mouth for just a second, sucking me deep and then releasing me. That was it. It was too much for me, and I stood up and shot my wad a good two feet out from where we were sitting. She giggled, as she helped me through my release, then pulled my underwear up back over my still dripping cock, and wiped her hand on the front of my briefs, before helping me pull my jeans back up. "If I wasn't tied up, I'd have you paying reparations," she told me as we both stood, and she slapped my hands away from my belt and finished straightening me out herself. "Let's consider it a delayed payoff. If things don't work out for you, maybe we can try it again. Rochester isn't That far from Amherst." Little did I know what the future held in store for us, but that's a different story. We walked back to the house hand-in-hand, laughing at the folly of youth, from the wizened experience of our 18 and 19 years. She had to leave shortly after, as did we, and I kissed her goodbye at the door. Once the door was closed I heard an exclamation from behind me. I turned to Tommy who said, "Now I've seen everything." "Amen," said Jack. "What?" I asked. "After how you treated her after our first date, I was certain you were on her shit-list for life." Jack explained. "Absolutely." Tommy chimed in. "Sheri said that Kathryn fantasized about doing mean and nasty things to you for years. I mean, hell, you did use her pretty bad." "I was a dope. I did some things I'd never done before, and was so embarrassed I didn't know how to even face her. So I screwed up and avoided her. I just made my apologies and we worked things out. I think she understands that I didn't try to be mean; I was just young and stupid. I didn't know what I was doing, and regretted it for years." I told them. "Geez. I always wondered how you could pass on that, when she was so available to you. You really did fuck up, didn't you?" Tommy pointed out. "Yep, not the first time, and I'm certain not the last. But we've buried the hatchet it seems." I answered "I'm just astounded that hatchet isn't in your back." Jack added. We left just a short while after that. We had one last visit to make. Teri Branson was passing through town, and wanted to see us if she could. She was just there for the day, and none of us wanted to miss out on that chance. The summer before 10th grade, I'd practically lived at Teri's. It was football time, and we were doing twice-a-days. We'd have morning practice, then a break so we wouldn't be out all day in the noon-time Florida summer sun. After the break it was afternoon practice. Teri was at our school and I never really knew her until that summer. She lived only a block from Mike, and we had run into her one day out washing the family car. We struck up a conversation, and the rest was history. I spent every football break at her house that summer. Mike didn't play football, but I'd pick him up on the way over there, and we'd hang out. She had a pool table, and a private rec-room with a stand-up arcade game. Her mother would always bring us snacks and drinks. Teri had not been popular, and was new to the school as well. But in a period of just a few months she went from a boyish figured tom-boy, to a devastatingly beautiful teen. Her breasts seemed to almost explode outwards, and once we'd met her mom, we knew where she got it from. She lost some weight, traded glasses for contacts, grew tits, lost the braces, and suddenly this beauty was in our midst, and nobody even knew about her but us. She was our secret. Tommy was going to a different high-school from me and Mike, but we still hung together most of the summer, and we had to let him in on our secret. The closest we'd come to having anything happen was a bizarre game of spin-the-bottle underneath the pool table. Mike, Tommy, me and Teri. Just an excuse for us to take turns kissing her. Her father was being transferred again at the end of the summer. I told her I was going to have a birthday party, and that we were going to play spin-the-bottle, I had hoped she'd be there, but now she was leaving. We were all upset. Tommy suggested we play now, since she couldn't make it then, and we did. It was strange but wonderful. Two weeks later she was gone. We met Teri at the mall, our planned rendezvous. We couldn't miss her; she was the center of a lot of attention. And still gorgeous. We ran up to her and had hugs all around. "I can only stay about 20 minutes," she told us with a pout. "Damn," was all I could say. So the three of us toured the mall, observing all the changes. It had been brand new the year we had been together. We grabbed some drinks, and wandered back outside, our time almost up, and barely even caught up. "Teri, I have a confession." I told her. "I know we acted pretty much like friends, but I was crazy about you. That summer I went home every evening and dreamed of you." "Hell, we all did." Tommy admitted. "We were such idiots," she said. She reached up to my collar and pulled me down for a kiss. Teri stood maybe 5 foot 1, so I had at least a foot on her in height. Bent over I let her kiss me, and I returned it eagerly. Finally she released me. "I was so confused. One day I'd like you, and then the next day you," she said nodding around the group, "and then you. I kept wondering who was going to be my first real boyfriend. I just knew it was going to be one of you. And then it was all over." She looked up at me. "I Still dream about you sometimes." All we could do was laugh it off, and say we'd get together sometime. She was living in Phoenix now, finishing high school, and it looked like she'd be going to Stanford. It was going to be hard to ever make that commute work out, not that she didn't seem like it would be worth the effort. Then her parents drove up. We said hi to her mom (who had been a secret fantasy of mine back then) and then with a last set of hugs it was goodbye to Teri. It was getting late so we dropped Mike back off at his house, driving mostly in quiet. I imagine we were all lost in thought over the quirks of fate and what might have been. For me, it was thoughts of Kathryn and Teri, two incredible opportunities that any teen would kill for, and I'd let them slip through my fingers. We dropped Mike off, but didn't go inside. As it was we were running late, and knew that if we went in, it would be a while before we got out of there. From Mike's it was a 5 minute drive back to Tommy's, but we drove past Teri's old house, just for nostalgia's sake. At Tommy's we were running late. Dinner was going to be at 6:00 pm, and somehow we'd burned the whole day. It was 5:45 before we even walked in the door, and we both wanted to clean up before dinner. The kid's rooms were served by two separate bathrooms, one at the end of the hall, and one off of Greg's room. So I stripped down to my shorts, and went to take my shower. I hadn't expected the bathroom to be full. Sheri was in their, applying the last of her makeup. Fortunately (or unfortunately) she was dressed. When I walked in, she gave a squeal, and came over and gave me a big hug. "I can't believe you're here! You're looking good." She said, stepping back and giving me the once over. "Wow, Sheri, you look great!" was all I could say. She had always been pretty. But the difference between a 15 year old Sheri and this one was night and day. The more mature Sheri was a beautiful young woman. "Thanks," she said, "I'll be out of here in a second, and you can have the place to yourself. I'm dying to talk to you." "I'll be here all night." I joked, stepping back into the room I was using, before my underwear had to undergo any more strain. I sat on the bed waiting, and after just a minute or so she poked her head in and said "It's all yours." She left the door open and walked out the other side of the bathroom. So that was one change at least that I hadn't noticed. Back in the day, this was Greg's bathroom. But since then someone had taken out the linen closet, and the old closet door now opened into Sheri's room. In retrospect it should have been obvious. With Greg away, the bathroom had a lot of stuff in it, although very neat. If I'd opened a cabinet or drawer, I would have seen all the makeup and girl's things. I was using Sheri's bathroom. I rapidly cleaned up and dressed. I was in a bit of a hurry, wanting to still wrap a couple of small presents for my hosts. I had bought several music tapes for my sister as a Christmas present, and decided to gift Tommy with one of them. I also had a photo in a frame for my mom, and decided to make the frame a family gift. It was simple, hand-made by yours truly from apple-wood. After borrowing some paper, tape, and scissors, I was ready to join everyone else just a few minutes later. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts, for Literotica

Ghetto Christmas performance at High School in the Hood!

In this holiday break edition of The Coaching 101 Podcast, hosts Daniel Chamberlain and Kenny Simpson, along with guest Price Holmes, discuss strength and conditioning strategies for high school athletes. They emphasize the importance of consistency, proper technique, and appropriate programming to enhance performance. Key topics include age-appropriate training, balancing strength and speed development, and the role of coaching in athletic progress. The episode also provides insights into creating a positive training culture and maximizing athlete potential without overtraining.00:00 Introduction and Holiday Break Chaos02:25 Guest Introduction: Coach Price Holmes05:15 Quote of the Week and Team Themes07:45 Sponsorships and Announcements09:19 Key to Success in Off-Season Training12:13 Building a Weight Room Culture16:42 Efficiency in Training Programs21:15 Fundamentals and Coaching Techniques29:43 Prioritizing Lifts vs. Speed Workouts32:34 Strength and Speed Training Fundamentals33:10 The Importance of Consistent Speed Work33:29 Genetic Predisposition and Athletic Potential33:57 Strength Training Frequency and Gains35:59 Challenges in Speed Training41:23 Tracking Progress and Adjusting Training46:54 Starting Young: Fundamentals for Kids50:59 Rapid Fire Questions with Coach57:59 Resources and Final ThoughtsDaniel Chamberlain: @CoachChamboOK ChamberlainFootballConsulting@gmail.com chamberlainfootballconsulting.com Kenny Simpson: @FBCoachSimpson fbcoachsimpson@gmail.com FBCoachSimpson.com

You might be surprised to learn what today's high school cross country kids are doing to become better athletes.  And it's definitely not more running. Find out how their training is different and what you can incorporate into your own training. Today, I'm talking with one of the most prominent coach of coaches in America, Jay Johnson. You'll learn: About the the differences between training adults and high school kids, What parents need to know about high school coaches, and What all runners, regardless of age, should be doing besides just running and why Jay's got a lot of great resources that we talk about in this episode which are all linked below. Welcome to the Planted Runner. I'm Coach Claire Bartholic and my mission is to help you improve your running, your mindset, and your life with science-backed training and plant-based nutrition. If you need more help, you can order my book The Planted Runner: Running Your Best With Plant-Based Nutrition wherever you get books or request a copy from your local library.  Don't forget to stay tuned all the way to the end of the episode for another Mental Strength Minute. Fortify your mind in 60 seconds or less. LINKS: Jay's links mentioned: https://www.coachjayjohnson.com  Dynamic Warm-up - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dIHS_UVfQ4&feature=youtu.be SAM Videos Playlist - https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUzqPLVEQwhfjt9I4DpamSLqEoeKBiMOo Lunge Matrix - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJo7_MiRLkU&list=PLUzqPLVEQwhfDFhae0qeR5IxAbddi_nmL&index=2&pp=gAQBiAQB Leg Swings - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=korxBhGzzJE&list=PLUzqPLVEQwhfDFhae0qeR5IxAbddi_nmL&index=1&t=16s&pp=gAQBiAQB And here is an article on Middle School Training for XC that has a progression of mileage kids could follow in high school: https://www.coachjayjohnson.com/blog/middle-school-cross-country My links: If you'd like help directly from me, you can check out my freebies, personal coaching, and sign up for my PR Team at https://www.theplantedrunner.com/link. For my recommendations of at-home equipment and other running products I recommend, check out my curated list on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/shop/theplantedrunner NOURIFY PLUS from PREVINEX: Simply the highest quality, best tasting plant-based protein powder you can buy. If you are ready to simplify your nutrition and optimize your fueling, you can try Nourify for 20% off the regular price with my unique link https://previnex.refr.cc/default/u/claireb RECENT REVIEWS: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐Amazing podcast! “I absolutely love this podcast. Every episode is so interesting and informative and I really enjoy listening to the guests that Claire interviews each week. I also love the PR training labs and have already learned so much about my own running and nutrition through listening to Claire's knowledge and expertise. I can't wait for the next episode!” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐Perfect timing

The GIJOE Holiday Special was produced by Joe Slepski and Ted Jacobson Written by Joe Slepski Musical Segments produced by Ted Jacobson All GIJOE characters are owned by Hasbro and celebrity voices were impersonated. Except Santa Claus. He's very real. This is a loving tribute to our favorite afterschool cartoon, filtered through the legendary Star Wars Holiday Special and an absolute joy to put together due to the incredible talents of our cast. Derrick LeMont (Alpine) is a super talented actor and delight to work with, based out of Los Angeles. You've seen him on Black Lightning and the TV series Them! Check out his IMDB page and follow him! Rammel Chan (Quick Kick) is one of my great creative friends, who took time from his busy stage and screen career (Chicago Med, Somebody Somewhere, I Used to Go Here) to lend us his brilliance. Watch his IMDB page for some exciting new ventures! Joe Goltz (Bazooka) is a longtime creative partner of mine, friend and more importantly, an amazing Trombone player in the Youngblood Brass Band. If you don't know them, educate yourself and thank me later. Paul Galliano (Firefly) Paul is an actor that always delivers, a major GIJOE friend and more importantly a great friend of mine. One of the nicest, most talented people you'll ever know, give him a follow and a Yo Joe! Mark Silgalis (Major Bludd) has been a friend of mine since High School! He played Bludd in our Cold Slither episode and absolutely showed up with his performance here! Bulldogs for life! Phil Morris (Mr. T) Phil Morris is a Hollywood staple. You've seen him on Knight Rider, Star Trek, Mission: Impossible, Doom Patrol, he was Smallville's Martian Manhunter, and he is Seinfeld's Jackie Chiles! What a gentleman and friend, follow Phil and give him some GIJOE fan love. Doug Erholtz (Jackie Love) previously our Columbo, brought DIC's very own Jackie Love to life. Doug has voiced dozens of Anime and Video Game characters, from Street Fighter's Vega, Final Fantasy's Squall to the main Care Bear himself, Grumpy Bear. Find him at fan conventions and say hello from Joe on Joe! Mike Irrizzary (General Hawk) of the What's on Joe Mind Podcast once again returned as General Hawk and he's so good, we need to lobby Hasbro to cast him officially. Mike is a great friend and podcaster and you need to listen to What's on Joe Mind every week! Plug the show! Josh Eggebeen (Tiger Force Outback) Josh runs the After Action Report books and you won't find a more comprehensive look at the comic books of GIJOE than the AAR Books. Check them out! Colton Adams (Tollbooth) is a young actor making a big splash on stage and screen, as his growing IMDB page can attest to. He's such a bright light and I am insanely proud to see him following his dreams. John Pearson (Shipwreck) doesn't realize I'm going to be writing Shipwreck stories where he and Polly get into wacky adventures and Shipwreck learns life lessons. This talent is now in the fold! Josh D. King (Dee-Jay) is a multi-hyphenate talent. Not only is he a musical force, with songs on Spotify and Apple music, but has a new clothing brand, Incklined and a wonderfully successful children's book, I'm a Brilliant Little Black Boy. I was so happy he could join us, as I've been friends with his incredible father for many years now. Talent doesn't fall far from the tree! Our Satin and Weird Al musical segments were written and produced by Ted Jacobson! Wonderful writing brought to life by the vocal stylings of Chiquita Bakana as Satin, and the trio of Rocky Sams, Dimitry Karev & Micko D performing the Weird Al Polka Tribute. Ted has put together complete music videos to go with them on his BarkingFridge YouTube channel. Follow him and subscribe! Matt Plassman (Mainframe) is still tracking Santa, from writers rooms across Hollywood. An incredibly talented writer and continues to bring Mainframe to delightfully nerdy life. Monkees for life. Kevin Brennan (Wild Bill) Everything is bigger in Texas, but nothing bigger than the heart on Writer, Actor and Producer Kevin Brennan. Look for his hilarious movie, It's a Disaster on streamers everywhere. Chrisi Talyn Saje and Jeremy Saje (Cobra Newscasters) Chrisi is the force behind an amazing radio drama podcast, Madison On The Air. With Jeremy as producer, Madison travels through real life vintage radio dramas, bringing modern ridiculousness to vintage episodes. Give that show a listen and follow, they're wonderful friends. Lizzie Czerner (Mary Lou Retton) is just talent through and through. You've heard her before on our My Special Missions episode and she played Satin in our Cold Slither Behind the Rock. This time she brought the effervescent and iconic Mary Lou Retton to pre-recorded life. Brilliant! Rebekah Walendzak Slepski (Cover Girl) Toilet'eel herself brought our favorite Wolverine driver to life. Rebekah is as talented as she is lovely, sharp witted and the kindest sketch comedy instructor/union organizer/actress/writer/director you'll ever meet. None of this would happen without her, so blame her. And as always, I thank you listeners for your years of support, as we head into our 10th year of doing Joe on Joe! I appreciate you more than you'll ever know. And now you Joe, and Joeing is half the battle. Subscribe to the Joe on Joe Podcast! www.joeonjoe.com Apple Podcasts PodBean YouTube Help Support the Show thru Patreon! @JoeonJoepod on  Twitter Facebook Instagram Email Me Here!

Welcome to The Angle w/Evan Mendoza, hosted by 7 year pro baseball player, entrepreneur, founder, and content creator Evan Mendoza. On this podcast you'll hear how to help more athletes, more parents and more coaches: develop quicker, spread more knowledge, and the many failures and lessons Evan has learned on his path from Little League to the Big Stage.Follow My Socials:Instagram | TikTok | YouTube | MendozaBaseballAcademy.com

Hard Light Cinema is run by 8 cinephiles who screen independent and international films in various venues around Richmond. Since founding last November, they've screened 35 films. They have 3 slated for January and the first is Frederick wiseman's 1968 documentary “High School” (free at the Richmond Public Library Main Branch, 1/4, 2pm). For this interview Lewis Peterson, Warner West & Syd Miller join me to talk about: – Who they are and how they got into cinema – Hard Light’s beginning – How it's grown in 2 years – Deciding what films to show – Slow cinema – How they finance the screenings LINKS Hard Light Cinema website Instagram @hardlightrichmond

“That is the fun part for me – being able to be pushed to my limits, be out there doing it with other strong women, working off each other, and having a great coach and support staff. That's so fun to me: the really, truly hard work. There's just so much I love about this sport and this team, but that's definitely how I would describe this first semester so far. It's just been so much fun. I'm really looking forward to building with this team and just continuing to work hard and make some memories.”My guest for today's episode is Jane Hedengren, and if the last few months are any indication, we're watching the very beginning of something special. She is one of the biggest breakout stars of 2025.Just two weeks after finishing runner-up at the NCAA Cross Country Championships as a true freshman at BYU, Jane stepped onto the track in Boston and ran 14:44.79 for 5,000 meters, shattering the collegiate record — indoor and outdoor — and immediately vaulting herself to No. 2 on the U.S. all-time list indoors.Jane came out of high school as one of the most decorated prep distance runners ever, becoming the first high school girl to break 15 minutes for 5,000 meters and setting nine national high school records along the way. She arrived at BYU this fall, dominated her collegiate cross country debut, won conference and regional titles, and then went toe-to-toe with Doris Lemngole at the NCAA Championships, finishing second on the biggest stage.In our conversation, Jane talks openly about gratitude, patience, and keeping expectations from overshadowing the joy of competition. She reflects on how her training has become more intentional under Coach Diljeet Taylor, why fueling more has been a game-changer, and how learning to race with a level head has helped her grow faster — and happier — at the same time.We also look ahead to the Millrose Games, where she'll line up in the 3,000 meters against Lemngole — a race that puts Katelyn Tuohy's 8:35.20 collegiate record firmly on watch — and what it means to develop inside a program that prioritizes long-term growth over short-term results.____________Host: Chris Chavez | ⁠⁠⁠@chris_j_chavez on Instagram⁠⁠Guest: Jane Hedengren | ⁠@janehedengren on Instagram⁠ Produced by: Jasmine Fehr |⁠ ⁠⁠⁠@jasminefehr on Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠____________SUPPORT OUR SPONSORSNOMIO: Made with 80% broccoli sprout juice, 15% lemon juice, and 5% sugar, Nomio activates your body's natural defense systems to reduce lactate, speed recovery, and enhance muscle adaptation. Take one 60 ml shot three hours before training or racing and feel lighter, stronger, and more resilient. Available at The Feed — use code CITIUS15 for 15% off | ⁠https://thefeed.com/collections/nomio⁠WAHOO: The KICKR RUN responds to you: run faster, it speeds up. Ease back, it slows down. It's called the run-free mode – no buttons, just running that actually feels like running. The Wahoo KICKR RUN turns those long indoor miles into something you actually look forward to. Add in a quiet motor, a buttery smooth belt, and speeds up to 15 MPH, it's the closest thing you can get to an outdoor run without dealing with the ice, wind, or darkness. ⁠Learn more at Wahoofitness.com and unlock a special offer when you use code CITIUS⁠. OLIPOP: Olipop is a better-for-you soda that puts 6-9g of fiber in every single can. This winter, Olipop's holiday cans are back featuring their Yeti Trio. Olipop is a smart, simple way to add more fiber to your day. No recipes, no resolutions, no salads required. Whether you're team Vintage Cola, Crisp Apple, or Ginger Ale, bundle up, pour yourself a can, and sip on some fiber. ⁠Visit DrinkOlipop.com and use code CITIUS25 at checkout to get 25% off your orders.

Jill Ford never expected to find herself in prison. Entrepreneurial from a young age, she built a successful business fueled by ambition and growth — but overspending and financial pressure during the pandemic led her to fraudulently use pandemic relief loans, ultimately resulting in federal charges and prison time in Texas. In this episode of Locked In with Ian Bick, Jill opens up about the decisions that changed her life, what federal prison was really like, and how incarceration forced a complete reset. She also shares firsthand insight into serving time alongside Elizabeth Holmes and Jen Shah, offering a raw, cautionary story about ambition, consequences, and rebuilding after prison. _____________________________________________ #TrueCrime #FederalPrison #Fraud #PrisonStory #CrimeAndPunishment #ExCon #PrisonLife #truecrimestory _____________________________________________ Thank you to FRONTLINE HEALING FOUNDATION for sponsoring this episode: Visit https://frontlinehealingfoundation.org/ to donate or share their mission. Connect with Jill Ford: Tik Tok: BitcoinJill Instagram: BitcoinJill X: BitcoinJill Youtube: orangeisthenewjill Hosted, Executive Produced & Edited By Ian Bick: https://www.instagram.com/ian_bick/?hl=en https://ianbick.com/ Shop Locked In Merch: http://www.ianbick.com/shop _____________________________________________ Timestamps: 00:00 The Moment Everything Changed 03:38 Inside a Women's Federal Prison Camp 07:20 Starting a Podcast After Prison 10:10 Federal Restitution, Debt & Financial Consequences 15:40 Family Background & Work Ethic Growing Up 20:49 High School, College & Early Ambition 25:18 Marriage, Career Beginnings & Becoming a Mother 27:55 Building a Successful Online Apparel Business 30:43 Business Mistakes, Debt & Financial Collapse 36:34 COVID Loans, Desperation & Criminal Decisions 41:01 Bankruptcy, Legal Pressure & Losing Everything 49:36 Federal Investigation & Realizing Prison Was Coming 55:00 Guilt, Family Impact & Facing Federal Charges 01:00:38 Entering Bitcoin & Trying to Start Over 01:04:42 Indictment, Pretrial Release & Plea Deal 01:10:07 Sentencing Day: Shock, Fear & Reality 01:13:52 Divorce, Family Breakdown & Rebuilding Trust 01:16:11 Self-Surrender & First Days in Federal Prison 01:20:00 Daily Life Inside Prison Camp 01:27:00 Notable Inmates & Unexpected Prison Encounters 01:34:13 Prison vs. Halfway House: Release Explained 01:39:02 Probation, Supervised Release & Life After Prison 01:42:20 Healing, Accountability & Advice for the Future Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Brandon Card has always been involved in sports. In High School, he was a 3 sport athlete and still plays today, along side working out, doing yoga and pilates. He's heavily interested in holistic healing and alternative medicine, mentioning a big interest in quantum frequency healing, using the sun and ocean to add voltage to the body. He has also started a foundation around mental health, as sadly, he lost his co-founder to suicide, and wishes to remove the stigma from the mental health conversation.Brandon and his co-founder realized that all software platforms around contracts were directed towards lawyers - not towards finance. This was mind blowing, as negotiations are mostly finance driven, not based on the paragraphs of legal jargon. Brandon wanted to build something to serve this need.This is the creation story of Terzo.SponsorsIncogniNordProtectVentionCodeCrafters helps you become a better engineer by building real-world, production-grade projects. Learn hands-on by creating your own Git, Redis, HTTP server, SQLite, or DNS server from scratch. Sign up for free today using this link and enjoy 40% off.Full ScalePaddle.comSema SoftwarePropelAuthPostmanMeilisearchLinkshttps://terzo.ai/https://www.linkedin.com/in/brandonrcardOur Sponsors:* Check out Incogni: https://incogni.com/codestory* Check out NordProtect: https://nordprotect.com/codestorySupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/code-story-insights-from-startup-tech-leaders/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

It's Tuesday December 23rd, A.D. 2025.  This is The Worldview in 5 Minutes written by Kevin Swanson and heard on 140 radio stations and at www.TheWorldview.com.  Filling in for Adam McManus I'm Ean Leppin (contact@eanvoiceit.com) Christian Nigerian Youth Fight off Armed Fulani for Over an Hour Young men defending women and children to the death! That's the story from Nigeria today. While a wedding party was taking place in the town of Bundu-Kahugu, a small group off young men, volunteer guards fought off armed Fulani for over an hour. The boys never retreated, as they held off the heavily armed attackers with nothing but machetes and handmade pipe guns. Four of the Christian youth were killed, and another six critically wounded. . The terrorists were unable to kidnap a single soul, or burn down any of the homes in the village. One observer told Truth Nigeria: “[The Fulani] attacked from four sides at the same time, at 11:45 pm Friday night.” And he said. “Our town has about 2000 homes, a small police post, a bank, two primary School and a High School. . .It is a Christian town, and we are expanding all the times because of high birthrates.” “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends.” (John 15:13) Praise God for the courage of a few young men.  Would you pray for Nigerian Christians this Christmas season. And be sure to support equippingthepersecuted.org — the ministry most focussed on supporting the persecuted saints in Nigeria.  David Comes in Second at the Box Office A Mormon-owned film company, Angel Studios has made another mark on the US Box Office with an animated release on the biblical David. David came in second, behind Avatar at the weekend box office, with $22 million gross receipts. Angel Studios is best known for their production of the films, “Sound of Freedom” and “His Only Son.” Earlier this year, Angel Studios produced “King of kings” — an animated film on the Life of Christ — pulling down $80 million total receipts. Hallmark Features Sexual Perversion Hallmark Channel enters its sixth year of producing Christmas films featuring couples engaged in relationships characterized by sexual perversion. While Hallmark is running after the homosexual market, the pro-homosexual lobby has issued some disappointment over the drop-off of mainstream media support for their perversions. The 2025 GLAAD Studio Responsibility Index shows Hollywood studios decreasing LGBTQ characterization by 24%, 27%, and 29% respectively in the years 2023, 2024, and 2025. 1 John 2:17 reminds us that “the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever.” Bolsonaro's Son to Run for President in Brazil Brazil's former conservative president has officially started serving his 27-year sentence for attempting to overturn the 2022 election results. Now, Jair Bolsonaro's son has announced he's running for president in 2026. Flavio Bolsonaro says he's conservative on taxes and spending, but more moderate on others. . . He told Reuters, that he's still good with COVID-19 vaccines. 43% of Churchgoers are Pro-Life A recent Family Research Center survey indicates some bad news for American Christians. Only 43% of churchgoers describe themselves now as pro-life, down from 63% two years ago. The survey looked at regular churchgoers — only 44% of the American population. Only 41% of churches bring up the topic of abortion multiple times a year. The Human Coalition, the Family Research Council, and other Christian leaders have issued a public letter to pastors in America pointing out that the life issue is a gospel issue. The letter, signed by Tony Perkins and Dr. Daniel Akin, president of Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary exhorts pastors to 1. Preach the Gospel of Life with clarity and compassion. 2. Proclaim the truth that every unborn child is sacred. 3. Offer the hope of Christ to post-abortive men and women in your pews. And, 4. Equip. . .congregations to be defenders of the vulnerable. 30,000 Attend Turning Point's America Fest in Phoenix Turning Point's America Fest in Phoenix brought in 30,000 Charlie Kirk fans over the weekend. . . The event featured the Who's Who in America conservativism — Ben Shapiro, Tucker Carlson, Steve Bannon, Vivek Ramaswamy, Donald Trump Jr., and Vice President J.D. Vance. Rifts between the speakers surfaced — on issues related to America First nationalism and policy related to Israel. Younger Republicans are far more hesitant to support Israel than older Republicans, according to a recent You-Gov Survey. Taking one metric for instance, only 10% of twenty-something Republicans favor giving military support to Israel — compared to 49% of Republicans over 65 years of age.  InsiderAdvantage has released presidential approval numbers — Trump stands at 50%. . . The gender gap remains — 34% of American men disapprove of Trump's performance, against 47% of women registering disapproval. Gold Charges Upwards and Condo Prices Rise Gold is still charging upwards — now $4,438 per ounce, and silver upwards of $68 and change. Condo prices, seen as the canary warning in the mines for real estate — are sinking fast right now. Florida condos have dropped 15-30% from 2022 highs. Texas condo prices are down 15-20%, and Colorado Condos prices are down 10-15%. Add 11% for inflation and we're looking at a 20-40% contraction on the 2022 bubble. Close And that's The Worldview on this Tuesday, December 23rd, in the year of our Lord 2025.  Follow us on X or subscribe for free by Spotify, Amazon Music or by iTunes or email to our unique Christian newscast at www.TheWorldview.com.  Filling in for Adam McManus I'm Ean Leppin (contact@eanvoiceit.com).  Seize the day for Jesus Christ.

Neil is one of the hardest work coaches in all the state. He came on this podcast a couple years ago during our assistant coaches month. I'm not surprised today to see that he is running his own program. He is innovative, smart, and his teams always play really hard. Burlington high school struck gold with Neil.

Beat Migs! A new sport has been added to WA high schools so we want to know what the rockaho lics used to play!

Hosted by: Charlie Alcock and Eddy ShigleyProduced by:Tyler Sanders (@tylerwsanders) and The Called Collective (@thecalledcollective) Edited by:Ian HinesFacilities Provided by:Indiana Wesleyan UniversityThe Called Collective seeks to equip the next generation of ministry leaders. We accomplish this by resourcing teens and pastors for the work of ministry. The Called Collective Social Network is designed for High School teens called to ministry in order for them to learn ministry skills, share in community with students across the world, and develop their call. Please check out the Called Collective.Podcasts:Fresh Text - A weekly podcast where two pastor-scholars come up with sermon ideas . Every Monday, 1 hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/freshtextpodcastModern Parables - A weekly podcast where four pastors create sermon illustrations from cultural topics. Every Tuesday, 30-1hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/modernparablesGood Days with Eddy Shigley and Charlie Alcock - A weekly podcast where they will share a Ministry Principle and how it has played out in their years of ministry. Every Wednesday, 20-25 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/GoodDayswithEddyandCharlieHe Calls Her Shepherd - A Women in Ministry Podcast - A weekly podcast where women called into ministry share their stories. Every Thursday, 30 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/thedefiningyesCoffee and Calling - A weekly podcast where a pastor, missionary, professor, or student shares their calling story. Every Friday, 30-35 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/coffeeandcallingThe Called Collective is a ministry sponsored by The School of Theology & Ministry (STM) at Indiana Wesleyan University. The School of Theology & Ministry has been equipping pastors, missionaries, and ministry leaders at the undergraduate level for over 100 years. We are relentless in our mission to advance the Kingdom by equipping women and men for a lifetime of transformation service.

This week on Around the ACL, Meesh and Jake are joined by Zack Stickney as they preview the opening days of Signature #1 in Myrtle Beach, where the 2026 season officially gets underway. We break down Days 1 and 2 of the event, including High School and College Championships, open divisions, blind draws, and qualifying action, plus when and where to watch it all on livestreams and ESPN+. We take a closer look at the High School and College registrants, discuss what traits separate winners at this level, and debate key questions heading into the weekend: Experience vs. raw talent, doubles chemistry vs. individual dominance, and which divisions handle pressure best. We also explain how the qualifying events work for Pros outside the Top 100, before keeping things light with Cornhole Mad Libs, Would You Rather, and finishing with bold predictions in Hole-y Hot Take.

The Union Titans traveled to Anchorage for a special two-game trip that doubled as a hometown celebration for senior Brooklynn Haywood, giving Alaska fans a chance to watch her play before she heads to the University of Oregon while the team faced new challenges and built chemistry together. https://www.clarkcountytoday.com/sports/high-school-girls-basketball-union-titans-give-brooklynn-haywood-a-homecoming-in-alaska/ #UnionTitans #HighSchoolBasketball #GirlsBasketball #BrooklynnHaywood #AlaskaBasketball #ClarkCountySports

Hey son, I love you…but did you ever think about my life and your life by extension are worthless if you don't play the same sports as I did in high school? Good talk. 

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It's YOUR time to #EdUp with Casey Cuny, Professor, National University, & 2024 California Teacher of the YearIn this episode, part of our Academic Integrity Series, sponsored by ⁠Integrity4EducationYOUR cohost is Thomas Fetsch, CEO, Integrity4EducationYOUR host is ⁠Elvin Freytes⁠How does a teacher of 23 years balance teaching both 10th grade honors English & senior mythology at the high school level while simultaneously teaching in the Masters of Education & Masters of SEL programs at National University?What happens when students admit they haven't done any work in 4 years, using AI for everything from papers to emails, yet maintain over a 4.0 GPA, & why is this a warning sign for the future of foundational learning?How is the shift from digital learning back to paper & pencil in K 12 classrooms addressing concerns about AI dependence while simultaneously exploring authentic assessments like oral exams, video journals & practical applications that prepare students for an AI enabled world?Listen in to #EdUpThank YOU so much for tuning in. Join us on the next episode for YOUR time to EdUp!Connect with YOUR EdUp Team - ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Elvin Freytes⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠& ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Dr. Joe Sallustio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠● Join YOUR EdUp community at ⁠The EdUp Experience⁠We make education YOUR business!P.S. Want to get early, ad-free access & exclusive leadership content to help support the show? Then ⁠⁠​subscribe today​⁠⁠ to lock in YOUR $5.99/m lifetime supporters rate! This offer ends December 31, 2025!

Leadership isn't about titles as it's about noticing what matters and taking action.In this episode, three students show how real impact often begins close to home.Scarlett worked with her city to strengthen emergency alert systems and protect vulnerable residents.Abbas bridged science, faith, and community service to turn personal challenge into purpose through his thought-provoking podcast.Akilaish used curiosity and analysis to solve meaningful problems through disciplined, thoughtful leadership.Their stories reveal a powerful truth: students become leaders by being useful.-----To register for the Ivy League Challenge, visit our websiteTo follow on Instagram:  @TheIvyLeagueChallengeTo join us on our Facebook group for parents

“What are your plans after high school?” This is a question that thousands of young men and women hear in high school. About 66% of people who graduate high school go on to college immediately. How do they choose their college? How do they choose their Major? How did they know that it's a good university they're attending or if it's the best fit for them? On this weeks show, Kurt and Chad welcome college professor and author Dr. Eric Schansberg, as he talks about his book College 101: What Students and Parents Should Know About Universities. It answers the above questions (that many people do not ask themselves) before they enroll and spend tens of thousands of dollars on a university for their child or for themselves.

Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Miracle on Snowy Stage: A High School Christmas Triumph Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-12-22-08-38-20-hu Story Transcript:Hu: A hó vastagon borította a kisvárost, ahol a gimi állt.En: The snow blanketed the small town where the high school stood.Hu: Havas tetők és szállingózó pelyhek fogadták az embereket minden reggel.En: Snow-covered roofs and drifting flakes greeted people every morning.Hu: A karácsony közeledésével a város már ünnepi díszben pompázott, és a Gimnázium nagytermében is készültek valamire.En: With Christmas approaching, the town was already adorned in festive decorations, and preparations were underway in the school's auditorium as well.Hu: Zsófia izgatottan sürgött-forgott a színpad körül.En: Zsófia was bustling excitedly around the stage.Hu: Színdarabot szervezett, amit már hónapok óta tervezett.En: She was organizing a play she had been planning for months.Hu: Ez volt az ő álma: egy varázslatos karácsonyi előadás.En: This was her dream: a magical Christmas performance.Hu: "Ez lesz az év eseménye!En: "This will be the event of the year!"Hu: " - ismételgette magában.En: she repeated to herself.Hu: Zsófia lelkesedése ragályos volt, de a technika nem volt ennyire együttműködő.En: Zsófia's enthusiasm was contagious, but the technology was not as cooperative.Hu: Az iskola világítási rendszere csaknem annyira régi volt, mint a város.En: The school's lighting system was almost as old as the town.Hu: László, Zsófia legjobb barátja, gyakran játszadozott a világítással, hogy megviccelje a próbák résztvevőit.En: László, Zsófia's best friend, often played with the lights to prank the rehearsal participants.Hu: Nevetett, amikor a fények villogtak, és a színpad árnyékba borult.En: He laughed when the lights flickered, and the stage fell into shadow.Hu: "László, kérlek, most tényleg segíthetnél inkább megoldani a világítás problémát!En: "László, please, you could really help solve the lighting problem now!"Hu: " - kérlelte Zsófia.En: Zsófia pleaded.Hu: László látta a lány elszántságát és így hát megígérte, hogy komolyan veszi a feladatot.En: László saw the determination in the girl's eyes, so he promised to take the task seriously.Hu: Együtt dolgoztak, László a lámpák javításán, míg Zsófia az előadással foglalkozott.En: They worked together, László on fixing the lights while Zsófia focused on the performance.Hu: Gyakran nevettek és még nyertek is az idővel szemben, mikor a hóvihar eltévedt szélén vékony fénycsíkokat rajzolt.En: They often laughed and even beat time when the edge of the snowstorm drew thin streaks of light.Hu: Az előadás estéje végre elérkezett.En: The night of the performance finally arrived.Hu: Szülők és diákok gyülekeztek az aulában, izgatott suttogások töltötték meg a teret.En: Parents and students gathered in the lobby, and excited whispers filled the space.Hu: A díszletek csillogtak, mintha a frissen hullott hó tükre lenne.En: The decorations shimmered as if they were the mirror of freshly fallen snow.Hu: A színpad mögött Zsófia gyors utasításokat osztott, míg László a világításon dolgozott.En: Behind the stage, Zsófia gave quick instructions while László worked on the lighting.Hu: Ám, ahogy az előadás kezdődött, váratlanul kialudt minden fény.En: However, as the performance began, all the lights unexpectedly went out.Hu: A közönség izgatott zúgolódása közepette Zsófia kétségbeesetten nézett Lászlóra.En: Amidst the audience's excited murmuring, Zsófia looked at László in despair.Hu: Ő azonban nyugodt maradt.En: He, however, remained calm.Hu: "Ne aggódj, Zsófi," mondta, miközben gyorsan dolgozott.En: "Don't worry, Zsófi," he said while working quickly.Hu: Nem telt bele sok idő, és a fények újra felgyulladtak.En: It didn't take long, and the lights came back on.Hu: A közönség tapsolt, mintha már beletartozna a színjátékba.En: The audience applauded as if it were part of the play.Hu: Az előadás folytatódott hiba nélkül, és a közönség ujjongott.En: The performance continued without a hitch, and the audience cheered.Hu: A darab végén, amikor a függöny összezárult, egy helyi cégvezető jelentette be, hogy támogatni fogja az iskolai színjátszó kört.En: At the end of the play, when the curtain closed, a local company leader announced that they would support the school's drama club.Hu: Zsófia arcán boldog mosoly terült el.En: A happy smile spread across Zsófia's face.Hu: Rájött, hogy bár az út göröngyös volt, együtt mégis minden sikerül.En: She realized that although the path had been rough, together they succeeded in everything.Hu: László és a többiek támogatása nélkül nem lett volna ilyen emlékezetes az előadás.En: Without the support of László and the others, the performance would not have been so memorable.Hu: "A következő év is tele lesz kalandokkal, ebben biztos vagyok," mondta csendesen, a kinti hóesést nézve.En: "Next year will also be full of adventures, I'm sure of it," she said quietly, watching the snow fall outside.Hu: László csak bólintott egyetértően, barátját támogatva minden lépésben.En: László just nodded in agreement, supporting his friend every step of the way.Hu: Aznap éjjel Zsófia már nem álmodott hiába.En: That night, Zsófia no longer dreamed in vain.Hu: Az elkövetkező évek tele voltak ígéretekkel, amelyeket most már biztos alapokon építettek fel, barátság és együttműködés határán.En: The coming years were full of promises, which were now built on solid foundations, on the borders of friendship and collaboration. 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Matthew 1:18-25Now the birth of Jesus, the Messiah, took place in this way. When his mother, Mary, was engaged to Joseph, but before they were living together, she was found to be with child by the Holy Spirit. Being a righteous man and unwilling to expose her to public disgrace, he planned to dismiss her quietly. But just when he resolved to do this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph, Son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife. The child conceived in her womb is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son and you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.”All of this took place to fulfill what had been spoken by the prophet: “Look, the virgin will conceive and bear a Son and he will be called ‘Emmanuel' which means ‘God is with us.'”So Joseph did as he was commanded. He took Mary to be his wife, but he had no marital relations with her until after she had borne a son; and he named him Jesus. We all know names are a thing. I've gone by several over the years, depending upon my age, my station in life, and who it is that's addressing me.My parents have called me by my initials – M.R. – short for Mark Randall – for as long as I can remember. I realize “M.R.” isn't a thing at all, really. BJ, TJ, AJ, CJ, sure. JD is a good one. But “M.R.” is strange. It's not shorter than Mark. It saves no time. And it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, either.In High School, I was “Little Havel,” because I have an older brother. In college, I was “Long Hair,” or just plain “Havel,” because 95% of my circle of friends were known exclusively by our last names. My wife calls me “Schmoops” or “Schmoop-Dog,” courtesy of a random Seinfeld episode from years ago. To most of you I'm “Pastor Mark,” or just plain “Pastor,” which I find endearing in a way that surprises me, still.And my latest, favorite – which some of you may have read about in our daily, digital devotion this Advent – is courtesy of Clive Blackmon who calls me “Pastor Goofy.” I love it because he's 2. And because his parents swear it has nothing to do with however in the world they talk about me at the Blackmon house, or when I'm not around.Anyway, I suspect some of you are wondering – like Joseph must have, had he known about what had been “spoken by the prophet” – what was he supposed to name this baby, “Jesus” or “Emmanuel?”“Jesus,” like the angel said, because he's going to save his people from their sins?Or should it be “Emmanuel,” like the prophet predicted, because ‘God is with us?'So, real quick … a little Bible study.It helps to know that “Jesus” is the linguistic, vernacular evolution of Yeshua … Joshua … the Old Testament hero … the successor to Moses … the guy who ultimately led the Israelites into the Promised Land. Joshua was Moses' side-kick and protégé; the mighty military warrior; the brave and faithful leader of God's chosen ones. And very early on in his story, from the Book of Joshua, he is promised – over and over and over again – that God would be a faithful presence, for him and with him, as he led God's people to safety and security into that Promised Land.Joshua 1:5 – “No one shall be able to stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will not fail you or forsake you.”Joshua 1:9 – “I hereby command you: Be strong and courageous; do not be frightened or dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”Joshua 1:17 – “Just as we obeyed Moses in all things, so we will obey you. Only may the Lord your God be with you, as he was with Moses!”So, God's promised presence with Joshua was an encouragement for him and a measure of validation for his calling as a leader of God's people. So Matthew conflates and connects that prophecy from Isaiah about Immanuel – “God with us” – with the naming of Yeshua … Joshua … Jesus, which means something like “Yahweh helps” or “Yahweh saves,” because the story of Joshua is covered up with this notion and promise that God accomplishes that help – God does the work of salvation – by way of God's ever-faithful presence for and with God's people.And the thing is, “Jesus” – as a name – wasn't really all that special. It was a pretty common name actually, as you might imagine, once you know Joshua's story. Lots of parents, apparently, had named their little boys after Joshua – this hero of their people.So, what we're supposed to notice as much as anything – what's really special about this story of Jesus' naming – is that Joseph named him at all. We know about the drama and back story of Mary becoming pregnant in the first place – while she and Joseph were planning to be married, but before they had sealed the deal. We know that Joseph would have, could have, should have – by some standards – punished and abandoned Mary for what was sure to bring judgment, shame, and skepticism upon them both.So, Joseph's act of naming this child was a bold, defiant, faithful, loving, brave act of adopting Jesus into his life, into his family – and into the family and line of David. It's no mistake that Matthew reports the angel as having addressed Joseph so formally and completely: “Joseph, Son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife…” Names are a thing, after all, remember.Now, I've talked often about how much credit I like to give Mary for Jesus' worldview … about his concern for the poor … about his call to do justice … about his passion for railing against the rich, the mighty, the oppressors of the world and the powers that be. I love, in these days of Christmas, to imagine Mary teaching and singing the words of her Magnificat as a quiet, holy, strange, rebellious lullaby to her little boy – while she carried him in her belly; in the manger on the night of his birth; and every time he wouldn't sleep or needed to nurse; and all throughout his childhood, too.I imagine she sang something like that song she first sung upon learning of her pregnancy; that song about God's mercy being for those who fear him; about a God who scatters the proud in the thoughts of their hearts; about a God who brings down the powerful from their thrones; who lifts up the lowly; who fills the hungry with good things and who sends the rich away empty.It's no wonder Jesus grew up with a clear picture of what it looked like to do justice, to love his neighbor, to care for the poor, to forgive his enemies, to walk humbly with God, to flip some tables every once in a while, and all the rest.But this morning, we get a glimpse of – and a reminder that – Jesus learned some of that from Joseph, too. And it begins with this seemingly simple act of naming. Because naming a child was the father's responsibility in Jesus' day, and by doing that, Joseph was claiming Jesus as his. And it was no small thing – it was a bold, defiant, humble, loving, faithful act to welcome this Jesus into his family – the family and House of David.Joseph could have “dismissed her quietly,” remember. Or he could have had Mary cast out or killed, even, for claiming to be pregnant with the Holy Spirit's baby; because who would believe that?! But what Joseph shows us – and what Jesus surely realized in time – was that his Dad chose righteousness and faithfulness and loving-kindness and grace over the law and over public opinion and over and above his own self-interest, his own self-preservation, his own pride, ego, and well-being.And to put it plainly, we need more Josephs in the world, these days. We need men – like Joseph and his little boy – who listen to and who believe women. We need men who stand up for and protect women and girls – like Joseph and his son did – when men in power would sooner doubt, disgrace, and demean them. We need men – like Joseph and Jesus – who don't just go along to get along. We need men – like Joseph and Jesus – who break the rules – and maybe even the laws, on occasion – when they are unjust, unfair, and unkind. We need men – like Joseph and Jesus – who look for ways to sacrifice, to be generous, to be unapologetically vulnerable to God's claim on their lives and to trust the difference they can make in the world, when they do.And we can – and we are called to do this – men, women, and everyone in between – no matter the names by which we are known in the world. We can – and we are called to do this – because of the name we share as baptized children of God, bound by love for one another and bound by love for the sake of the world, in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

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In the last episode of the podcast, Stephen Dubner turns the microphone on Steve Levitt. They talk about Levitt's favorite — and least favorite — moments from the show's five-year run, his quest to reform education, and his next podcasting gig. SOURCES:Stephen Dubner, host of Freakonomics Radio, co-author of Freakonomics books. RESOURCES:"How to Help Kids Succeed," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2025)."Feeling Sound and Hearing Color," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2024)."Richard Dawkins on God, Genes, and Murderous Baby Cuckoos," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2024)."Arnold Schwarzenegger Has Some Advice for You," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2024)."Werner Herzog Thinks His Films Are a Distraction," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2023)."Drawing from Life (and Death)," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2023)."Yuval Noah Harari Thinks Life is Meaningless and Amazing," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2022)."Is This the Future of High School?," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2022)."Does Death Have to Be a Death Sentence?," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2022)."Sal Khan: 'If It Works for 15 Cousins, It Could Work for a Billion People.'" by People I (Mostly) Admire (2021)."Jared Diamond on the Downfall of Civilizations — and His Optimism for Ours," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2021)."Amanda & Lily Levitt Share What It's Like to be Steve's Daughters," by People I (Mostly) Admire (2021)."How Rahm Emanuel Would Run the World," by Freakonomics Radio (2020).The Levitt Lab. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

In this episode, Paul delivers a comprehensive in-season talk to 60 high school basketball officials across Massachusetts, presented under the leadership and tutelage of Joe Bird, who oversees more than 200 officials from multiple IAABO boards including the Tri-Valley League, Bay State Conference (MIAA), and the Independent School League (ISL)—widely regarded as one of the top girls' high school basketball leagues in the country. This session was designed to provide practical, immediately applicable tools for officials navigating the intensity of the high school season.The talk focuses on pregame preparation, strong partnering habits, captain and coach communication, signaling clarity, and game management under pressure. Paul emphasizes controlling what you can control, being the partner everyone wants to work with, establishing communication standards early, and using proactive tools to manage temperature and protect the game. This episode serves as a blueprint for officials looking to sharpen their professionalism, confidence, and presence on the floor—while reinforcing the mindset, discipline, and teamwork required to consistently serve the game at a high level.

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The Dean's List with Host Dean Bowen – States across the country move to eliminate high school exit exams, arguing the tests no longer measure learning. New Jersey and New York highlight a broader shift away from academic accountability toward ideology-driven outcomes. The debate raises a central question: are standards failing students, or are policymakers abandoning standards altogether in modern public education today...

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Slappin' Glass sits down this week with the Head Coach of Texas MBB, Sean Miller! In this highly insightful conversation from when Coach Miller was at Xavier, the trio dive into Coach Miller's thoughts on all things about handling pressure, including playing through the "gray areas" of it, and discuss transition defensive concepts and teaching guards to hedge ballscreens during the always fun "Start, Sub, or Sit?!"To join coaches and championship winning staffs from the NBA to High School from over 60 different countries taking advantage of an SG Plus membership, visit HERE!

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In this week's basketball coaching conversation, Frank Bennett joins The Basketball Podcast to share insights on inbound philosophy and high school coaching.Frank Bennett has established himself as one of Missouri's premier high school basketball coaches, leading Chaminade College Preparatory to sustained excellence in the state's top class. Since taking over the program in 2013, Bennett has guided the Red Devils to a Missouri State Championship, two state runner‑up finishes, eight Final Four appearances, multiple Metro Catholic Conference titles, and several district championships.His leadership has produced a remarkable career record of 248 wins against just 72 losses, cementing Chaminade's reputation as one of the most consistent programs in the regionBennett has coached and developed some of the most significant basketball talents to come out of Missouri, including:• Jayson Tatum — NBA All‑Star and 2024 NBA champion with the Boston Celtics• Bradley Beal — Three‑time NBA All‑Star and Olympic gold medalist• Tyler Cook — Former NBA forward and standout at Iowa• David Lee — NBA All‑Star and two‑time NBA championBennett's impact extends beyond Chaminade. He has served as a head coach for USA Basketball at the 2025 Nike Hoop Summit, leading the USA Men's team against the World Team of top international players. He has also been an assistant coach at previous Nike Hoop Summits (2023, 2024) and contributed to USA Basketball Junior National Team camps. His involvement underscores his reputation as one of the nation's most respected high school coaches.

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In this episode, we sit down with a multi-time high school bass fishing champion coach, Brad Kegley. We dive into the nuances of his bass boats, explore the essentials of starting a student fishing club and just how easy it is, and discuss ways to mentor young anglers. Plus, we share stories of landing impressive six-pound smallmouth and the humorous tale of how his wife inadvertently got him hooked on the sport. Tune in for a blend of expert tips, inspirational insights, and a bit of fun along the way! PLEASE GIVE US A 5 STAR POSITIVE REVIEW ON WHATEVER PLATFORM YOU'RE ON! TELL A FRIEND. SHARE THE WORD! Seriously though, it really helps us! POSITIVITY IS WORTH THE EFFORT! ALL FISHING IS FUN FISHING! ⁠⁠https://www.tackleandtacos.com/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.grizzlycoolers.com-⁠⁠ code WCB for 15% off ⁠⁠https://hookandarrowsupply.com⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.leupold.com/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.workingclassbowhunter.com/⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/p/Moldys-Marine-100067184804787/⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Episode Notes In this episode, Alec Patton talks to math teachers Sunny Chan and Sandy Tu, and improvement coach Amanda Meyer, about Fremont High School's remarkable success at improving ninth-grade on track. Every other week, the High Tech High Graduate School of Education publishes a newsletter with great resources like this one, sign up for it here! Amanda is going to be talking about her work on ninth-grade on track in Oakland at the National Summit for Improvement in Education. It'll be like experiencing this podcast episode in 3D! Book now so you don't miss out! Resources mentioned in the episode: The Gradebook Review protocol used in the Breakthrough Success Collaborative was adapted from High Tech High Graduate School of Education's CARE Network.  The Gradebook Audit protocol mentioned in the episode was co-developed between educators in Oakland Unified and the Breakthrough Success Community To learn more about the Breakthrough Success Community and how to join, visit  https://www.btsc.coredistricts.org/ Click here to learn more about the High Tech High Graduate School of Education

Hosted by: Eddy and CharlieProduced by:Tyler Sanders (@tylerwsanders) and The Called Collective (@thecalledcollective) Edited by:Ian HinesFacilities Provided by:Indiana Wesleyan UniversityThe Called Collective seeks to equip the next generation of ministry leaders. We accomplish this by resourcing teens and pastors for the work of ministry. The Called Collective Social Network is designed for High School teens called to ministry in order for them to learn ministry skills, share in community with students across the world, and develop their call. Please check out the Called Collective.Podcasts:Fresh Text - A weekly podcast where two pastor-scholars come up with sermon ideas . Every Monday, 1 hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/freshtextpodcastModern Parables - A weekly podcast where four pastors create sermon illustrations from cultural topics. Every Tuesday, 30-1hr typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/modernparablesGood Days with Eddy Shigley and Charlie Alcock - A weekly podcast where they will share a Ministry Principle and how it has played out in their years of ministry. Every Wednesday, 20-25 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/GoodDayswithEddyandCharlieHe Calls Her Shepherd - A Women in Ministry Podcast - A weekly podcast where women called into ministry share their stories. Every Thursday, 30 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/thedefiningyesCoffee and Calling - A weekly podcast where a pastor, missionary, professor, or student shares their calling story. Every Friday, 30-35 minutes typically.Listen now on Apple Podcasts or Spotify: https://linktr.ee/coffeeandcallingThe Called Collective is a ministry sponsored by The School of Theology & Ministry (STM) at Indiana Wesleyan University. The School of Theology & Ministry has been equipping pastors, missionaries, and ministry leaders at the undergraduate level for over 100 years. We are relentless in our mission to advance the Kingdom by equipping women and men for a lifetime of transformation service.

A promising honor student from Illinois, known for his talent on the high school basketball court, was tragically shot and killed in a "sickening" case of mistaken identity, as reported by local authoritiesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Mike Switzer interviews Billfred Leverette, head coach of the robotics team The Pandamaniacs, who are competing in the FIRST Robotics national competition.

Welcome back to HSM Reads the Bible: The Podcast! There was a lot of ground covered in last week's episode, and this week we are finishing up the Old Testament story. Get ready to dive in as we prepare ourselves for the coming Messiah in the New Testament. 

8 hours and 1 MinutePG-13Here are the first 6 episodes of Pete's reading of 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman.Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 1 w/ Jay QReading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 2 w/ Jose NiñoReading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 3 w/ Aaron from Timeline EarthReading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 4 w/ Thomas777Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 5 w/ Rose PinochetReading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 6 w/ The PrudentialistPete and Thomas777 'At the Movies'Support Pete on His WebsitePete's PatreonPete's SubstackPete's SubscribestarPete's GUMROADPete's VenmoPete's Buy Me a CoffeePete on FacebookPete on TwitterBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-pete-quinones-show--6071361/support.

9 hours and 10 MinutesPG-13Here are the last 6 episodes of Pete's reading of 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman.Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 7 w/ Jose Niño Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 8 w/ Dark Enlightenment Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 9 w/ Tim Kelly Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 10 w/ Charles Spadille Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 11 w/ Dark Enlightenment Reading 'Race War in High School' by Harold Saltzman Pt. 12 - Epilogue - w/ PetePete and Thomas777 'At the Movies'Support Pete on His WebsitePete's PatreonPete's SubstackPete's SubscribestarPete's GUMROADPete's VenmoPete's Buy Me a CoffeePete on FacebookPete on TwitterBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-pete-quinones-show--6071361/support.