Podcasts about Long Island Sound

The Connecticut House is requiring insurance providers to cover a certain kind of testing. Connecticut is also getting a new U.S. Attorney. Get a guide to the state parks in the Long Island Sound region. Plus, the last segment of WSHU's Side Hustle.

Knox Chandler's career has spanned for over four decades including long stints as a member of The Psychedelic Furs, Siouxsie and the Banshees and the Cyndi Lauper band, extraordinary experiences in recording and performing live around the world. Chandler's also performed, recorded, arranged and produced, working with acts such as REM, Depeche Mode, Grace Jones, Marianne Faithful, Natalie Merchant, Tricky, The Creatures, Dave Gahan Paper Monsters and The Golden Palominos etc. Knox spent a decade residing in Berlin, Germany, while he explored sound-scaping.  He developed a technique he calls “Soundribbons, which he recorded and performed in its own right as well as applying it to different genres and mediums . He composed, recorded, toured, produced, and wrote string arrangements for Herbert Grönemeyer, Jesper Munk, Pure Reason Revolution, The Still, TAU, Miss Kenichi and the Sun, Mars William's Albert Ayler Xmas, Rita Redshoes, Them There, The Night, etc. While living in Germany received a Post Graduate certification in education and was the head of the guitar department at BIMM College. Chandler returned to the States to be near family and now resides in the New Haven Connecticut area. The Sound is the solo debut of much-travelled musician / producer / arranger / painter Knox Chandler. This project is a musical / visual memoir depicting the shift in his surroundings from the urban to the rural, specifically the Connecticut shoreline off the Long Island Sound and the impact of this dramatic change of environment on his consciousness and the art-work that leads to.   At The Sound ‘s core is Chandler's “Soundribbon” style of meditative, powerfully cinematic instrumental performance on guitar, accompanied by upright bass and percussion which comprises the audio component of the release. The visual portion is a book of paintings, photographs, sketches and written meditations, interpreting nature through technology. The blending of these mediums is Knox's attempt to make the diaristic intent of his music explicit. The Sound is being released on Knox's new label Blue Elastic on May 30. The album is available on digital download and on streaming platforms on its own, or the book comes with a download code. https://knoxchandler.bandcamp.com/ https://knoxchandlermusic.com/ https://www.facebook.com/knox.chandler.3/ https://www.instagram.com/knoxchandler/     C-Level Pete Francis Tickets : https://www.ticketweb.com/event/peter-francis-of-dispatch-the-winchester-tickets/14338833?utm_source=AllEvents.in&utm_medium=event-discovery-platform&utm_campaign=lakewood-events  

Escape to the serene North Fork with "Rainy Night at the Lavender Inn," a calming bedtime story for grown-ups featuring the gentle rhythm of rain sounds and narration by a soothing female voice. Tonight's immersive sleep story takes place in the cozy ambiance of a historic farmhouse inn, surrounded by rolling fields of lavender and the sparkling blue Long Island Sound. As the rain falls, you find refuge in your cozy suite and fall into a deep sleep. It's time to dream away.Original Script, Recording, Production, and Music by Michelle Hotaling, Dreamaway Visions LLC 2025 All Rights ReservedYOUTUBE: ⁠https://www.youtube.com/michellessanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠INSTAGRAM: ⁠https://instagram.com/michellessanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠FACEBOOK:⁠https://www.facebook.com/michellessanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TIKTOK: ⁠http://www.tiktok.com/@michellessanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TWITTER: ⁠http://twitter.com/michsanctuary/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Email Michelle: ⁠michellessanctuary@gmail.com⁠If you would like to support this channel:⁠https://www.buymeacoffee.com/michsanctuary⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.paypal.me/michellessanctuary⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.venmo.com/michellehotaling⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Check out my new podcast, Meditation Tides, for guided meditations and let the tides of your breath bring the tranquility you deserve. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/meditationtides/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Michelle's Sanctuary is a place where you may enjoy high quality relaxing stories for sleep and guided sleep meditations completely FREE with a focus on mental vacations, sleep hypnosis, manifestations, and using your imagination to enjoy relaxing adventures before bedtime. Grown-ups deserve bedtime stories too!Having firsthand experience with anxiety, insomnia, and a strong desire to connect with my higher self and live my best life, I have tailored these recordings in ways that I have personally found helpful. This channel is not a replacement for consultations with a doctor or medical professional but can help you find more balance and a healing night's sleep. I always welcome comments, feedback & suggestions.

Golf course superintendents and sports field managers often dream of landing a great job as a grounds manager at a top school close to home. Tom Barry has been living that dream for over 12 years as the grounds manager at Greens Farms Academy in Westport, Connecticut.Greens Farms Academy is a private PreK-12 school situated just off the Long Island Sound. Its 45-acre campus includes gardens, turf, athletic fields, and naturalized areas—all managed by Tom and his four-person crew. They maintain two artificial sports fields and four natural grass fields to support a busy athletic program. Managing artificial fields presents unique challenges, and Tom shared some of his experiences navigating them.A strong advocate of Biological Soil Management, Tom also teaches turf and horticulture at a local community college. On campus, he transforms the school grounds into a hands-on learning environment for students. With strict pesticide restrictions and limited resources, weed management remains one of his biggest challenges.This year marks Greens Farms Academy's centennial celebration. As our conversation wrapped up, we shifted from turf to tunes—Tom, an accomplished guitarist, just added a new guitar to his collection and plays whenever he can!Visit EarthWorks at:  https://www.earthworksturf.com Podcasts: https://www.earthworksturf.com/earthworks-podcasts/ 2 Minute Turf Talks: https://www.earthworksturf.com/2-minute-turf-talks/

It's being called a game-changer for tracking water quality and better decision-making to protect Long Island Sound. Save the Sound unveiled a new tool called quickdrops. Peter Linderoth, director of healthy waters and lands at Save the Sound explained what quickdrops are and why they could be so effective for the Sound. For more information on QuickDrops: PRESS RELEASE: Save the Sound Unveils QuickDrops, a Game-Changing Water Quality Database for Broad Range of Stakeholders across Long Island Sound Region - Save the Sound If your organization is interested in becoming a contributor, please email support@QuickDrops.org Image Credit: Getty Images

The Town of Babylon is one of ten towns in Suffolk County, New York, United States. Its population was 218,223 as of the 2020 census. Parts of Jones Beach Island, Captree Island and Fire Island are in the southernmost part of the town. It borders Nassau County to the west and the Atlantic Ocean to the south.[2] At its westernmost point, it is about 20 miles (32 km) from New York City at the Queens border, and about 30 miles (48 km) from Manhattan. The village of Babylon is also within the town.[3] Huntington is one of ten towns in Suffolk County, New York, United States. The town's population was 204,127 at the time of the 2020 census, making it the 11th most populous city/town in the state.[1] Founded in 1653, the Town of Huntington is located on the North Shore of Long Island in northwestern Suffolk County, with the Long Island Sound to its north and Nassau County adjacent to the west.[2] It is part of the New York metropolitan area. Islip (/ˈaɪslɪp/ EYE-slip) is a town in Suffolk County, New York, United States, on the South Shore of Long Island. The population was 339,938 at the time of the 2020 census, making it the fourth most populous city or town in the New York metropolitan area.[3][4] The Town of Islip also contains a smaller, unincorporated hamlet and census-designated place named Islip. PICTURE: By https://www.crwflags.com/fotw/flags/us-ny-ba.html, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70976549

The Town of Oyster Bay is the easternmost of the three towns that make up Nassau County, New York, United States. Part of the New York metropolitan area, it is the only town in Nassau County to extend from the North Shore to the South Shore of Long Island. As of the 2020 census, it had a population of 301,332, making it the 5th most populous city or town in the state. There are 18 villages and 18 hamlets within the town of Oyster Bay. The United States Postal Service has organized these 36 places into 30 five-digit ZIP Codes, served by 20 post offices.[2] Each post office shares the name of one of the hamlets or villages, but their boundaries are usually not coterminous. Oyster Bay is also the name of a hamlet on the North Shore, within the town of Oyster Bay. Near this hamlet, in the village of Cove Neck, is Sagamore Hill, the former residence and summer White House of U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt and now a museum. At least six of the 36 villages and hamlets of the town have shores on Oyster Bay Harbor, an inlet of Long Island Sound, and many of these at one time or another have also been referred to as being part of the hamlet of Oyster Bay.[3] PICTURE: By https://www.crwflags.com/fotw/flags/us-nyoyb.html, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70972502

If you're enjoying the content, please like, subscribe, and comment! Please consider supporting the show! https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/worldxppodcast/support A Line In The Sand: https://www.amazon.com/Line-Sand-Novel-Miles-Spencer/dp/1917185820/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= Wells Jones is an "American Born Abroad" at the US Army Hospital, Bad Connstatt, Germany. Following High School in Bethel, Vermont Wells spent three seasons in Antarctica as a member of the Navy's VXE-6 Antarctic Para-Rescue Team. VXE-6 was contracted by the National Science Foundation as the air wing in support of international Antarctic research "Operation Deepfreeze." During this time he became an Antarctic Survival Instructor and the 7th person to skydive the South Pole - January 19, 1977. After his Antarctic tour he studied acting at Santa Barbara City College and performed in college and Santa Barbara community productions. In 1980 he left Santa Barbara for New York to attend The American Academy of Dramatic Arts. Wells' SAG and AFTRA cards soon followed with principal roles in network television commercials and daytime television. In the early 90's Wells co-founded a production company, Aunahil, LLC and produced, wrote and directed over 100 live theatrical and educational events for non-profit organization presented in venues across the country including Constitution Hall for The White House, The Kennedy Center Opera House, Lincoln Center's Avery Fisher Hall, Orchestra Hall Chicago, and The Philadelphia Museum of Art. In 2006 Wells completed an 1,100 mile backpack trek with Miles Spencer from Jeddah, Saudi Arabia to Damascus, Syria retracing T.E. Lawrence (of Arabia) path along the Hejaz as outlined in "Seven Pillars of Wisdom." He has been a board member of "Kayak for a Cause" and kayaked across Long Island Sound annually for five years with several hundred kayakers to raise funds for local charities. Wells has climbed a half dozen Colorado 14er's, skied Colorado back-country bowls and has completed over 40 solo 3 am 7 mile hikes up 12,622' Santa Fe Baldy, NM in all seasons to watch spectacular sunrises. Since his trip to the Middle East, Wells and Miles have been working on a play and book, titled "A Line In The Sand." detailing their travels. ______________________ Follow us! @worldxppodcast Instagram - https://bit.ly/3eoBwyr @worldxppodcast Twitter - https://bit.ly/2Oa7Bzm Spotify - http://spoti.fi/3sZAUTG YouTube - http://bit.ly/3rxDvUL #media #writer #israel #lawrenceofarabia #arabic #saudiarabia #jeddah #parachute #navy #antarctica #skydiving #explore #explorepage #podcastshow #longformpodcast #longformpodcast #podcasts #podcaster #newpodcast #podcastshow #podcasting #newshow #worldxppodcast

Join Bela Musits as he interviews Dan Kerpelman, who, along with his wife, embarked on a unique sailing adventure from Rochester, NY, to Portland, Maine, via the St. Lawrence River. This route deviates from the typical path taken by sailors heading south, which usually involves the Erie Canal, the Hudson River, and then south to New York City and the Atlantic or Long Island Sound. Another alternative route involves a short stint on the St. Lawrence River before connecting with the Richelieu River southward into the Chambly Canal, leading to Lake Champlain. Dan's captivating account of the journey is filled with breathtaking sights and valuable lessons learned. Listeners will gain insights into overcoming the challenges of transitioning from freshwater lake sailing to river sailing and then to ocean sailing, all within a single trip. Dan also shares broader wisdom on maximizing the joys of life under sail. Key Takeaways: Unique Sailing Route: Explore the less-traveled path from Rochester to Maine via the St. Lawrence River. Transitioning Between Water Environments: Learn how to adapt and navigate the challenges of shifting from lake to river to ocean sailing. Stunning Sights: Discover the beauty and wonder encountered along this scenic route. Life Lessons: Gain valuable insights into embracing the sailing lifestyle and maximizing the experience. Additional Points of Discussion: Preparation and Planning: Discover the steps Dan and his wife took to prepare for this unique journey. Challenges and Obstacles: Learn about the difficulties they encountered and how they overcame them. Memorable Experiences: Hear about the highlights and most unforgettable moments of the trip. Equipment and Gear: Explore the essential equipment and gear needed for such a diverse sailing adventure. Safety Considerations: Understand the safety precautions taken during the journey. Environmental Awareness: Learn about responsible sailing practices and minimizing environmental impact. This episode offers a wealth of information for both experienced sailors and those interested in exploring unconventional routes and embracing the adventure of sailing. If you would like to support the podcast, we now have a Patreon page.  Just go to Patreon.com/sailingtheeast.   Our podcast is now also available on YouTube, just search for “Sailing the East” https://www.youtube.com/@sailingandcruisingtheeast We love to hear from you, our listeners, send us your questions, comments, and suggestions at sailingtheeast@gmail.com.  If you know someone that would be an interesting guest on the show, please reach out to us and let us know—wishing you fair winds, and calm seas. Bela and Mike

The Connecticut River is the largest in the northeastern U.S. flowing over 400 miles from Quebec to Long Island Sound.  The location of the first...

Tony Pioppi chats with Eric Morrison, CGCS at Shennecossett Golf Course in Groton, CT, about the seemingly perpetual (since 2009) gradual renovation of the 125 year old Donald Ross designed municipal course located on Long Island Sound. Many of the 100+ bunkers are being renovated for the first time, funded with non-traditional financing within a municipal setting. Plenty at "Royal Shenny" for fans of golf course architecture and history.

The Barkhamsted Lighthouse Village has an exceptionally unusual backstory. The village of around 100 residents was occupied for about 100 years in the 1700s and 1800s in a very remote section of CT's northwest hills. It was abandoned and virtually forgotten until an archeological team stumbled across it and put the pieces together. The story includes a Romeo and Juliet type of love story, coupled with a fascinating twist explaining how a village 70 miles from Long Island Sound got the name lighthouse. The story is told by Ken Feder, Professor Emeritus of Archeology at Central Connecticut State University, who led the archeological digs.

During the War of 1812, the superior British Navy blockaded Long Island Sound, causing huge financial losses for Connecticut merchants. Sailors and civilian boaters alike were trying to win government rewards for blowing up British ships in The Sound with underwater bombs. The British responded by devastating the village of Essex on the Connecticut River, destroying its 27 ships. Four months later, they attacked the tiny village of Stonington and outnumbered the town 1,300 to 30 in manpower – but the Battle of Stonington had a very different outcome. The story is told by Tertius de Kay, author of the acclaimed narrative on the battle.

More than $25 million in grants will support 31 Long Island Sound conservation projects. Nassau officials discuss the environmental impact of a proposed casino. Scientists have come up with a new way to stop the spread of the invasive spotted lanternfly. Plus, New York officials eye nuclear power as a way to combat climate change.

On this episode of Unstoppable Mindset we meet and get to talk with Dr. Christine Balarezo. While Christine was born in Peru much of her youth was spent in California and then Connecticut. During her life she has secured various college degrees including a Ph.D. in Political Science from the University of North Texas. She spent ten years working in the field of human trafficking. Later she worked briefly for a nonprofit organization.   Christine was never fully satisfied with both working for other organizations and for working in academia. After her time with a nonprofit she decided to go out on her own. What she realized she was being directed by her inner self to do was to take up the job of more directly helping others. Christine became a spiritual coach and healer. Today as she explains she “helps creative sensitives reconnect to their true soul being by using her intuitive and psychic gifts with practical, multi- and interdisciplinary transcultural knowledge so they can fully shine their light”.   Our conversation touches on many topics including the concepts of spiritual healing, psychic intuition and some of the fears and prejudices around these concepts. I hope you enjoy what Christine has to say. One thread I find both with this conversation as with so many we have had on Unstoppable Mindset is that we all should learn to be more open and curious to things we may not fully understand or embrace.       About the Guest:   Dr. Christine Balarezo is Founder of Christine Balarezo, which offers multidimensional spirituality services for clients around the world. She is an Intuitive Spiritual Coach, Energy Healer, Intuitive Astrologer, and Educator. She helps creative sensitives reconnect to their true soul being by using her intuitive and psychic gifts with practical, multi- and interdisciplinary transcultural knowledge so they can fully shine their light. Christine loves working with diverse groups of people especially those with multidimensional identities and/or overlapping intersectionalities, neurodivergents, HSPs, BIPOC, single parents, immigrants, witches and healers. In a past life, she was a human trafficking scholar with ten years of experience in the field, and with expertise in mixed-methods trafficking and policy research. Christine began her career in academia serving as an Adjunct Professor of Political Science, and a Fulbright Postdoctoral Research Scholar, where she conducted fieldwork across Israel on its human trafficking policy. She also had a brief stint in the nonprofit world supporting national anti-trafficking efforts. As a multicultural Latina and single mother, she is also passionate about mentoring and continues working with vulnerable populations within the mental health, metaphysical, and higher education fields. Christine received her Ph.D. in Political Science from the University of North Texas, and her M.A. in Political Science from the University of South Florida. Christine's goal is to provide practical yet cosmic guidance - balancing the scales, that is - so people can live a life that is true to them and their heart. When she's not helping others or talking about energy, she loves traveling and exploring new places, cooking Peruvian and Asian food, spending time with her college son, walking their two dachshunds, and finding new books to read at the library.   Ways to connect with Dr. Christine:   Email: christine@christinebalarezo.com Join My Newsletter: https://sendfox.com/christinebalarezo Grab a Virtual Coffee & Let's Chat: https://tidycal.com/christinebalarezo/cafecito-connection-chat Website: https://christinebalarezo.com LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/christinebalarezo46/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/ChristineBalarezo Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/christinebalarezo       About the Host:   Michael Hingson is a New York Times best-selling author, international lecturer, and Chief Vision Officer for accessiBe. Michael, blind since birth, survived the 9/11 attacks with the help of his guide dog Roselle. This story is the subject of his best-selling book, Thunder Dog.   Michael gives over 100 presentations around the world each year speaking to influential groups such as Exxon Mobile, AT&T, Federal Express, Scripps College, Rutgers University, Children's Hospital, and the American Red Cross just to name a few. He is Ambassador for the National Braille Literacy Campaign for the National Federation of the Blind and also serves as Ambassador for the American Humane Association's 2012 Hero Dog Awards.   https://michaelhingson.com https://www.facebook.com/michael.hingson.author.speaker/ https://twitter.com/mhingson https://www.youtube.com/user/mhingson https://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelhingson/   accessiBe Links https://accessibe.com/ https://www.youtube.com/c/accessiBe https://www.linkedin.com/company/accessibe/mycompany/   https://www.facebook.com/accessibe/       Thanks for listening!   Thanks so much for listening to our podcast! If you enjoyed this episode and think that others could benefit from listening, please share it using the social media buttons on this page. Do you have some feedback or questions about this episode? Leave a comment in the section below!   Subscribe to the podcast   If you would like to get automatic updates of new podcast episodes, you can subscribe to the podcast on Apple Podcasts or Stitcher. You can subscribe in your favorite podcast app. You can also support our podcast through our tip jar https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/unstoppable-mindset .   Leave us an Apple Podcasts review   Ratings and reviews from our listeners are extremely valuable to us and greatly appreciated. They help our podcast rank higher on Apple Podcasts, which exposes our show to more awesome listeners like you. If you have a minute, please leave an honest review on Apple Podcasts.       Transcription Notes:   Michael Hingson ** 00:00 Access Cast and accessiBe Initiative presents Unstoppable Mindset. The podcast where inclusion, diversity and the unexpected meet. Hi, I'm Michael Hingson, Chief Vision Officer for accessiBe and the author of the number one New York Times bestselling book, Thunder dog, the story of a blind man, his guide dog and the triumph of trust. Thanks for joining me on my podcast as we explore our own blinding fears of inclusion unacceptance and our resistance to change. We will discover the idea that no matter the situation, or the people we encounter, our own fears, and prejudices often are our strongest barriers to moving forward. The unstoppable mindset podcast is sponsored by accessiBe, that's a c c e s s i capital B e. Visit www.accessibe.com to learn how you can make your website accessible for persons with disabilities. And to help make the internet fully inclusive by the year 2025. Glad you dropped by we're happy to meet you and to have you here with us.   Michael Hingson ** 01:21 Well, hi and welcome to another episode of unstoppable mindset. Today we have the pleasure of talking with Dr Christine Balarezo and Christine, well, what can I tell you about Christine? She has founded a company called Christine Valery so and she offers multi dimensional spirituality and coaching. And I'm not going to go into it all, because it's more fun to hear it from her than to hear it from me. Anyway, so I'm just going to say, Christine, I really want to welcome you to and thank you for coming on unstoppable mindset.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 02:00 Thank you so much, Michael. I'm really grateful and excited to be here and to converse with you and simply see wherever we go in this conversation. Well, it'll be fun.   Michael Hingson ** 02:12 And yeah, who knows where we're going to go? It'll it'll be fun. I've got lots of questions I can think of, and I'm sure you have lots of things to say. Let's start with something that should be pretty easy. Tell us about, kind of the early Christine, growing up and so on, and kind of maybe how you got where you are today. But let's start with sort of the the early Christine,   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 02:32 absolutely. So I'm Christine, as many of you know, most people call me this. I was born in Peru to Peruvian parents, but my mom came here when she was 16, to the United States, to Connecticut, specifically, and then she went back to Peru and met my dad. And I was born there during the time of a civil war, and my parents realized that they had wanted to live somewhere else, perhaps maybe with more stability and see a different type of lifestyle. So they first moved to California, and eventually we ended up in Connecticut, and that's where I spent my earlier years. I grew up on the Long Island Sound in Connecticut, where my grandparents had already come beforehand, and they established a restaurant, and that's where I saw my formative years. It was a very different, I think, way of living, because since then, I've moved I also have a twin sister, and it was, again, a different way of for me growing up, perhaps coming from another culture and blending that into where I grew up in, which was predominantly homogenous, so there wasn't too much diversity, and I learned to navigate different types of people and experiences. And long story short, we're speeding it up here in high school, I moved to Florida, which opened up to a completely new culture, different experiences, and my main goal in life was to work with other cultures and other people. And I initially wanted to pursue a line in diplomacy, and that's what I was working towards beforehand. With my background in political science, I really wanted to help people. I really wanted to focus on peace and bringing together, perhaps some type of mediation resolution in countries that experienced a lot of instability, a lot of conflict. But I think life had other plans.   Michael Hingson ** 04:36 That happens a lot, doesn't it? Right? There's   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 04:38 that saying, you know, when you plan something, sometimes God or whatever your beliefs are, there's something that changes your plans. I'm like, Oh, I plan things. So to the T and I realized things are changing, and I'm going to have to also pivot. And I became a single parent. I'm a mom to a beautiful boy when I was still completing my undergraduate. IT career, and so that definitely changed my trajectory. And I know in diplomacy, especially the route that I wanted to go into, it entails a lot of traveling, and sometimes you have to go to locations where you may not be able to bring family. And I knew I didn't want that. So I reformulated, and I'm like, Okay, I'm gonna have to go down a different path. And I realized I may not be able to do that particular line of work, but I still wanted to pursue something to help people, so I pivoted to human rights. And that just opened up because human rights is very broad. It encompasses so many types of groups, so many types of individual rights, civil political liberties, among many other types of perhaps freedoms that we have here in the United States, that we may obviously take for granted, but that are not always present in other countries. And I pursued that path with obviously completing my Bachelor's, my master's, and then my doctorate, and then I changed. I was like, maybe I'll consider academia, and I'll just tell you. Fast forward, many years later, I just started feeling like I couldn't help people in the way that I wanted to because I was not working one on one with people in the way that I felt that I could help them. A lot of it had to do with, maybe more abstract, theoretical types of support and aid. And sometimes I felt like I was lost in that bubble, because academia and sometimes some of the work people do human rights, and it depends, but the line that I was on, it just felt disconnected. I'm like, Where are the people? Why am I? Why am I doing more research and talking about more theory and presenting at conferences? But I don't feel like I'm having the effect that I can to help people navigate in this world. So I went through a period of disillusionment, of feeling very lost, very disconnected and questioning myself. Is this the path that I'm meant to be on? Is this something that my heart is truly connecting to? And I realized it wasn't, and I tried, because of all of the work that I've done, I feel like this was so similar to so many other people that I've spoken to. I'm like, let me see how I can salvage all of this experience, all of my hard work. And I pivoted to the nonprofit in a similar background in human rights, particularly human trafficking, and I tried. I was like, You know what? Let's continue doing what I did in a different way. I just felt like my life was disappearing, and that was not a very positive experience for me, though I learned a lot, really grateful, because something I think that you touch upon in many of your episodes with other folks and even with your own personal story, Michael, is challenges. As humans, we experience a lot of challenges, and it's your attitude that really defines the next step, and I realized this wasn't probably the best, maybe most highlighting or illuminating experience of my life, but I learned something here in this space, and that pivoted me to creating my business eventually, a few years later.   Michael Hingson ** 08:16 And what is the new business about compared to what you'd been doing so   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 08:20 prior, I was really delving into human rights, human trafficking, conflict to an extent too, and working more from that theoretical, academic, research oriented, and also teaching perspective. And I completely crossed the bridge to something very different, and I entered more into the spiritual realm. And this is a broad term, because it encompasses many different elements. Some people say metaphysical. Could say occult, but it was a very non traditional, or maybe alternative field that I never thought that this was something I was going to pivot to, and it connects to a lot of what I experienced in my life, things that I was healing, and that came up for me to heal, especially after leaving that a toxic job, and it provoked a lot of things in such a fast, perhaps accelerated way that made me realize I'm being called to do something on a scale where I might not feel completely comfortable yet, because there was a lot of foreign perhaps feelings or just emotions. When you sit with them like this is new. I kind of felt like a kindergartner, because I was essentially re crafting my identity, who I was and what I was doing. And it's so easy to become attached to who you are, whether, again, it's a political scientist or a teacher, whatever it is, and that's what happened with me. I had to unravel, undo, unlearn a former Christine and completely step into this new role of what my own heart was calling me towards. So my own business focuses on helping people connect to. They really are and learning to trust themselves. And you mentioned this perhaps when we opened up Michael about listening to your intuition of what you're feeling and sensing. And sometimes it's scary, because it may be telling you or bringing up to you, it's time to go. It's time to leave. It's time to end this way of being or doing, existing or identifying, and a lot of times our human selves are like, we're going to hang on.   Michael Hingson ** 10:29 Well, give me a little bit more if you would insight into so exactly, what is it then that that you do now, as opposed to kind of what you were doing before,   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 10:38 well before it was training and helping people in human trafficking, whether it was understanding what the dynamics were, educating students through coursework examples, for example, and now I connect with people generally, one on one through a Coaching environment where I help people transform different obstacles or different experiences that they want to overcome. A lot of it has to do with shining or empowering themselves, showing up as who they who they are, excuse me, and also grappling with anything around fear, whether it's fear of the unknown, fear of change or fear of anything alternative, especially if they have followed a certain paradigm or belief system or religion or a philosophy. And it's like, I feel like I may have gifts in certain areas. Perhaps you can call them psychic gifts, or seeing or sensing things. And I work with people to also harness that. And I do that through through different modalities, intuitive, spiritual coaching when we work one on one, and it's really at the bottom root, it's not therapy. It's a lot about asking questions, because we're focused on solutions and moving forward. It's very forward or future oriented. And we do glean to the past to inform, but we don't stay there. And I incorporate also my own gifts, again, my intuitive and psychic gifts to help people through the questions that I ask, because ultimately, I believe everyone knows and has the answers to what they need and what they know is best for them. It's called our intuition. People know that for many reasons, a lot of times we feel stuck. We don't see things. We may feel like things are unclear, and it's simply getting rid of the noise or chaos around us. So there's a lot of simplifying on so many different layers, and that's what I help people do, because sometimes we have to zero in and it's helpful because other people can see things you don't always see.   Michael Hingson ** 12:42 So how do you how do you do that? How do you get somebody unstuck or open to thinking about doing something or reacting in a different way than they have? A   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 12:54 lot of it takes awareness first. You have to be aware first of maybe any disconnection or what I call similar to what we used to coin in political science, relative deprivation. Sometimes you're seeing things from a certain perspective, where what it is that you want, but where it is that you are existing, or perhaps acknowledging there is some type of distance there. And that's where people maybe fall into a point of suffering, because they're trying to resolve things with what they know, what they've brought in their current belief systems. I call it Life suitcase. Basically everything they know up to that point they're still holding on. And what I do generally, for example, in the first session, I ask a lot of questions about the background, why they're coming to me, what their goals are, what's been going on, to learn a little bit more about who they are as a person, too, but more importantly, where they want to move, what direction generally. And through these questionings that come up a lot of it's intuitive, because once people start talking to me, and even beforehand, I just the best way to explain this is I just get, like a knowing and questions come to me that help unlock some of this for people where they say, Wow, I didn't even realize it about myself. This is what has been holding me back, or this is why I feel scared around this particular issue or being seen. So a lot of it is it happens organically. It happens through me, conversing one on one with people, and all those lines, they connect kind of like connected dot. There's a game. I don't recall a name, but it's a kin of, okay, we have one nugget that has appeared, and we keep following the rest. And I wish I could say this happens in 24 hours, or in a week, where people are like, okay, I'm good to go. We've got it. I'm unstuck. Generally, it happens, I would say, over a period of time, and it depends with everyone. Because, again, awareness is key here. And my point is not to tell people this is what you're doing wrong, or this is what you need to see. Is to help people see that for themselves.   Michael Hingson ** 15:02 Uh, spiritual healing and transformation is something that probably a lot of people look down on. They say that there's nothing really to all that, but leaving what people think aside and maybe, maybe not. But what are the major blocks, or roadblocks, and how do you get past that to say, look, there really is something to be said for this whole idea of you can transform yourself, you can heal yourself. And doing spiritual healing techniques is an IS and ought to be a very important part of what you do.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 15:40 Thank you for that question. Those were things that I pondered myself, and what I have found that generally, in whatever modality you choose, it's important to know that I and others, in whatever tool you use, it's a facilitation. I'm not here to tell you. I'm going to heal you. I have a magic wand. I'm a fairy godmother from a Disney movie, and poof, you're going to come out of this 100% yield. But what I can tell you is many of the factors, or many of the challenges or blocks, as you name them, that come up for people, they're universal themes around fear, doubt, allowing ourselves to be seen a certain way or to express a certain way. In other words, maybe stepping into what it is that we feel passionate about. And a lot of times I tell people, what makes you excited, what makes you joyful, or what brings up those feelings of, oh, I can't wait to do this. I want to go into this, because that's also telling you a lot about where you might want to go next. And I want to speak a little bit more about the fear and doubt, because, again, depending on many factors, where you've grown up, your family, your society, your culture. And I'll say that broadly speaking, because culture is very multifaceted, multi dimensional, we have a lot of layers that we may be undoing and we may be relearning things, perhaps setting boundaries, speaking up for ourselves, realizing, Wait, I can put my needs first before others, or I can say no, I can also know and realize it's okay to be afraid most of the times, many things that we do, even if we're passionate about them, there could be some fear, like maybe speaking in front of a crowd, You can feel that through your different senses, people get butterflies in their stomach, right? You feel a sensation, or even when you are doing something for the first time that is new, people generally feel it in their body first. So fear is an element. I feel that it's always present. It's about realizing taking that first step forward, no matter how small is, what's going to eventually help dissipate that. And what I have found is not thinking about that long term picture, because a lot of people, and I think it's very perhaps human of us, we want to know the whole picture. If we're leaving a job, we want to know all the steps and what our next job is going to be and what exactly we are going to do. And we want to have that outlined akin to a board game where we want all the answers, because that gives us control. It gives us safety, it provides security, and it allows us to say, well, we can follow the steps because they're already here. And what I've come to realize working with some of the people that I've worked with is many of them are on paths where there aren't steps in front of them, they're doing things that are very different, perhaps different from their family systems, different from their society or culture, or completely different, like I did, where I didn't really have other steps in front of me to follow. There was no manual or rule book. And so a lot of these challenges about overcoming these blocks, they first start with that awareness that I mentioned, and then taking, I call them many action steps. They don't have to be big and they don't have to necessitate planning, and I think that's key, and it's important to remember and in this process itself.   Michael Hingson ** 18:53 So in in dealing with all of this, I know you talk a lot about the whole concept of spiritual connection. What? What exactly is that? And I think maybe the real question is, why is spiritual connection so very important, and how do we really work toward getting there?   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 19:18 You squeezed in three questions. In one,   Michael Hingson ** 19:19 okay,   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 19:21 I love that. I'm the same way. It's like little sub button, you know, something that,   Michael Hingson ** 19:27 what can I say? What can I say? I don't mind it at all.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 19:31 I think it's a they just they pop out. That's how it works with me, too. I get questions that pop out in very much the same way. And right now, so many changes have been happening, I would say, in such an accelerated speed in many different areas of our lives, and connecting to so many people, whether it's neighbors or clients or friends and family, there's very resonant themes where some excuse me, where people are going through some. In their life, or several something. And a lot of this has to do with coming back to self. And when you mentioned what is spiritual connection, it's simply your connection to something higher, a belief system. Many people call this god. It could be universe, spirit, source, energy, or even your higher self. It varies. I usually just say God for myself, but it's a higher energy source. And realizing sometimes there's a lot of things we as humans want to control. We want to dictate how things will go. We will push and resist. We'll try to fit everything in our suitcase. And when things don't go that way, when the suitcase pops open and we have challenges, the more we resist, the more we suffer, because we're trying to make things happen in our own way. And as humans, we only have a limited ability for certain things to go in that way, except for our mindset, our beliefs, our thoughts, our attitudes. And so the spiritual connection is something bigger you may not always understand, you may not always see, but you you can feel it, and that's something you can cultivate and nurture. And a lot of people have been turning to that, I would say, especially post pandemic, when so many things fell apart, that perhaps is another conversation, but so many things were brought up for people. Am I truly happy doing what I'm doing? Am I in the right relationships? I feel like I'm supposed to be moving on to something else, etc. So many questions came up, and people I found were feeling lost because they were placing a lot of this outside of themselves, perhaps in institutions, in different people. And when those things dissolve, what do you have? And that goes on to the next question is, well, why? Why the spiritual connection? Because the connection we have with God, with the universe, with source, and generally with something divine. We may not always see, but we feel it, something that can never be taken away from us. And I like to relate, relate it almost like an umbilical cord. Think of all of us being in imaginary little bubbles. We all have our own connection to this source, to this divinity that cannot be taken away. And I've been mentioned mentioning this frequently with people. You may have read the book by Victor Frankel in answer for meaning about his experiences in the concentration camps and something he brings about, which you also talk about too, is your attitude towards life, your thoughts, your beliefs, and how that can dramatically change how it is you navigate through life in general, but also challenges. And that's something too with the spiritual connection that can help nurture this too, because you again don't, we don't always have the answers to everything. And the moment where we say, You know what, I give this up to either something higher or I surrender this. More importantly, I'm leaning into faith and hope that things are going to work out in the way that they can. And that's a that brings in a level of acceptance, which doesn't mean that you acknowledge and you say, I'm happy. These challenges are, are are going on in my life, or the others are experiencing this? No, it's simply saying, okay, it is what it is. This has occurred. I can't, can't change it. What can I do moving forward? And for me, one of the best ways that I have found to cultivate or nurture the spiritual connection is by learning how to take time to embrace solitude. And that's again, something that many folks experience with the pandemic. We heard a lot of either anecdotal stories and narratives where people realized, quote, unquote, I found myself, or I realized this is what I wanted in life. Or lot of people saw the duality of the lives they were living before and the lives they were currently living, and how much control a lot of folks had to give up during the pandemic, where they realized I need to make changes, and this is the direction that I feel like I'm being called into and for me, the best way that I saw, perhaps this is what the pandemic. I tend to look for silver linings in hardships and challenges, so in reflection to the pandemic. For instance, one of the things that I saw, that it brought to all of us was how to lean into solitude, how not to be afraid of your own self, your own fears or things that are changing.   Michael Hingson ** 24:25 You know, you said something interesting about people wanting to control everything and they can't. Why can't they so? And that's an interesting discussion. You could you could immediately say, Well, what about things like the pandemic? We didn't have control over the pandemic. And, yeah, that's true. We didn't have control over the pandemic happening. But like with anything, what we do have control over is how we deal with things like the pandemic. So in in terms of that, what can we learn to have better control over the things that occur in our lives, or or, can we   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 25:14 That's a big question, and I do think we can find safety and security in ways or different things we can control, namely, again, what's within us. Think about our circle or bubble of influence, and a lot of it pertains to ourselves, how we react, how we view things right, like putting on maybe a different shirt, some people feel like when they wear something, a certain something, it feels different, and they may feel more confident or vibrant. Maybe it's the material. It honestly doesn't matter, but the way that we try to control things, it all relates down to safety and security. And I feel like the pandemic really blew that out of the waters for so many people, because, again, things just happen that we may not even understand fully. And for me, my own personal belief, I do believe in an afterlife, and I do believe that when our physical bodies end here, we continue on in Adriatic form. And so some people, we may not understand that until that time. We may never understand it, but so many things happen so quickly that we're forced to confront a lot of things that may have been left untouched unseen. That's why there was a lot of healing that came up for people, generally and individually around so many topics, and what I've told folks repeatedly, and also what I've learned my own self, because I didn't come into this world thinking, You know what? I don't need to react to this. I have to learn this too as a human. A lot of this has to do with, again, how we approach things, and that can be something that's difficult to learn because we're unlearning different behaviors that were inculcated from our own family systems, from the way we've grown up, from society and the way we navigated and many of us tapping in to these different issues or problems that have come up. We're adults. I never questioned this when I was five years old, I didn't question, Should I be responsive or reactive at this time? Why am I losing control over this? That's why it's beautiful. Children have a different way of approaching things. If something doesn't work, they may express it through their emotions, right? Tantrums? That's one way they express this energetically. Then they go about like, two minutes later, playing they carry on with adults. We tend to hold on to that and maybe perhaps over identify with some of these things that are not controllable.   Michael Hingson ** 27:53 Well. The other part about it is that as we are dealing with things that happened to us. It seems to be that we can learn to be better prepared for things to happen to us. And what I'm kind of saying about that is all right, so let's take the pandemic. We didn't predict it. Probably couldn't predict it. Well, I'm pretty sure we couldn't predict it, but so many people just were going around trying to figure out what to do with themselves. The government wasn't helping with that. For a while, we got a lot of mixed messages, but at the same time, what comes to mind is that we could learn more about being able to face unexpected situations. I'm hesitant to use the word control, but we certainly but we really can learn to control how we deal with them, but we don't learn and and have been, in a sense, spoiled, and don't learn how to deal with things that we don't expect to happen. And the result of that is that, because we don't learn anything or give thought to it when something happens, then we don't have, or we haven't created, the tools to deal with it. Does that make sense?   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 29:29 Absolutely, and I will say I agree with all the points that you made, but there are many people that have pivoted and were able sure to change, or perhaps to move with the ways, with the pandemic as a prime example, because they've experienced a lot of different changes in their own life, whether it was growing up in a dysfunctional home or simply maybe moving a lot, or changing schools, or whatever it is that entailed, it's time to adapt to a new way, to a new environment, perhaps to new people. Systems and institutions. So I heard from some folks that this pandemic, for many of them, they embraced it, especially maybe people that were more introverted or that really value that solitude. They really realized it's time for me to go out on my own, maybe work for myself or do things differently, because it created a massive shift in movement around how people work and interrelate   Michael Hingson ** 30:24 well. And I think you're absolutely right. I think it's important that that we do more of that, and we we tend to fear, and we have allowed fear as an entity mostly to overwhelm us, or, as I put it, blind us, or paralyze us, whatever word you want to use, but overwhelm. And so when something happens that causes a fear reaction, we tend not to be able to face it very well, because we've never learned how to harness that fear and use it in a positive way, and I've talked about it before on this podcast, that that was one of the things that I was able to deal with on September 11, because I learned what to do in the case of an emergency, and it created a mindset within me that said, when Something did happen, okay, you know what the options are. Now assess your situation and then deal with the appropriate option based on the situation. Well, there are actually lots of options, because the situation was, there was fire in the building, but the fire wasn't anywhere near us. I knew that because my dog, my guide dog, Roselle, was giving absolutely no indication that she felt fear. And dogs have, I do believe, a much greater sense of some things than people do, and if she had sensed anything that caused her to be concerned, I would know it well she wasn't, which told me that whatever was going on wasn't such an imminent emergency that we couldn't evacuate in an orderly and calm way. And so I worked to get other people in the office calm and got them to the stairs. I didn't a colleague, David Frank did, but David was pretty worried and scared. And in fact, at one point, when I kept saying, slow down, don't panic, he said, You don't understand. You can't see what's going on outside. The problem was that David wasn't seeing what was going on inside, namely the dog that wasn't reacting. And I knew the dog, and I knew that that was part of my world that gave me information that I could use. If Roselle had been acting differently, we would have done things differently, but she wasn't well, so guests got to the stairs, and David and I went to the stairs, and we started down, and we went downstairs. But the bottom line is that it was because I had taken time in advance to prepare and didn't rely on reading signs and other things, that, as I said, it created a mindset. And I think that more often than not, we collectively as people, can learn how to deal with fear in a different way than we do, and that we can use fear as a tool to help heighten our senses, focus us and not overwhelm us and create a situation where we can't make decisions.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 33:33 Ditto. I loved your example, and I remember reading that and also hearing that about you and Roselle, when you were waiting and kind of feeling into results response, and that was your indicator of like, Okay, do we have anything to be alarmed or not? And that's the same. And I agree with you about animals, they have a high incense, I'll just say their own intuition, but also internal alarm rating that you can sense how animals behave a lot and see what's going on, because they pick up a lot of things, and we don't for so many, for so many reasons. And practicing this fear is key, knowing what you do and how you navigate the world, preparing yourself right, looking for emergency exits, knowing the layout, etc. That's one such way. And in certain circumstances, I think we can prepare to an extent, right? That's one amazing example, if you are traveling, if you're on the plane, if you're in a hotel or in your own home, you can prepare certain things, like safety procedures, making sure you have alternative ways to enter your home if you get locked out, whatever it is. And I think to an extent, we can prepare for certain situations. We see that with natural disasters, right? We can learn a lot from historical events or different types of conflicts. Yeah. But sometimes there's things that happen in our life that we may not always know how to prepare, and a lot of this taps into the emotional response. And something that I have found too is sometimes over preparing for things can induce anxiety in people, because it may provoke fears of, well, wait. What if this happens? And it's not so much about identifying with that potential situation or event that could happen, but simply having some, maybe some type of contingency plan or a backup plan where you can say, how would I approach this? Because when unexpected things happen in our lives, whether it's an unexpected relationship loss or grief that pops up a memory or even an event like you experienced with September 11. We may not always appear or know how to respond, even if we plan for it, but I love the example you gave, because it's an excellent, excellent way of practicing this. We can simply practice and lean into some of the fears by doing a little bit every day, and some may call it a form of exposure therapy. But the more we practice with the unknown, with changes, with navigating things that come in our life, I think the more it gives us that sense of empowerment and also perhaps a calm inner confidence, like, hey, whatever comes our way, we'll be able to navigate this.   Michael Hingson ** 36:24 What I think is is really the issue is that it isn't necessarily planning for every contingency that that is difficult at best anyway, because there are so many contingencies that we don't necessarily know about, but we can learn to know ourselves. And we can learn to say, Okay, I observe this happening. And this is the kind of thing that can happen in an instant, if we work toward it, something does happen, and because we have learned to know ourselves, we've learned to know that we don't need to be afraid to the point where we can't make decisions. We've taught ourselves to be able to make positive or make some sort of decision. By observing those are things that if, if we teach ourselves how to do it, we can learn to very quickly, make the decision that would be best for us. And of course, part of that has to do with learning to listen to our inner selves. And I know one of the things that you talk about is people learning to interpret and understand their own psychic gifts. So how do people learn? Or how can we teach people to learn, to be able to harness and tap into their own intuitive and psychic gifts?   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 37:59 That's, I think, such a fascinating question. And I it repeatedly comes up where so many people now are being put in situations that provoke or prompt this question. Because a lot of people we know and we feel it, that's the thing. It's another sense many people are leaning into now, is what's coming up in their body. It's almost when you meet someone. This is the best example of how you can tap into some of these intuitive and psychic gifts that everyone has, but some people choose not to nurture for many reasons, including fear. But ever meet someone, and it's just their presence, which is, you could say energy, but it's just the presence of a person, whether it's their voice, or when you shake hands with someone, or just being in their proximate vicinity, you may feel off. You may feel certain, certain something is not quite right, and a lot of people have mentioned in so many various circumstances, something feels off about that person. I can't put my finger on it, but I just don't feel comfortable. Or likewise, people come into a room and sometimes they're so full of vitality and life, and you just feel uplifted and energized. And we get certain sensations in different ways that everyone receives them. And that's the first point of our intuitive and psychic gifts, is realizing I'm feeling something. But many people, they're like, Nah, that can be right, or they just count it, or they dismiss it, as I'll say, especially with what I call red flags, right? When you feel something is off, or you're like, I'm not really sure this interaction is best for me or this job, or whatever the circumstance, it's only in retrospect. People are like. I knew it. I felt it. I felt the science. Because we don't see something come up in our inner mind where it tells us, okay, this computer is registering. This person is XYZ. We feel it. So the first step is. Really harnessing your gifts. For those that are just embracing them, they're popping up, or you're wanting to strengthen this is to start paying attention to these moments and to trust what you're feeling. A lot of times, I always suggest to people write them down, whether it's in your phone, in some type of computer application, or you can write it in a way that helps you, or you can a lot of you know what's interesting? I connect to a lot of people that like using video recorders, and they record. You know how some people like to express through journaling, right through words now, and that's another powerful way. But the point here is to take account and to start becoming aware of all those different instances where you may have discounted yourself, and more than likely, the majority of those times you were right, you had some type of feeling where you felt something was off, and that's one of the first things you have to become aware of that, because there's a level of trust that then comes in. Many people don't trust themselves. Or, like, No, this can't be right. Or they say, quote, unquote, I'm crazy, or I'm seeing things, or I'm making things up, or it's just me. Everyone likes this person, or this is a great work environment. And then later on, they're like, I knew something was off. So it takes practice, which you infer of right with leaning into fear. It's the same way with your psychic and intuitive gifts, and we have to practice that continuously. It's a muscle whenever you are Go ahead. No, go ahead. Oh, whenever we are experiencing those moments, it's important to say, Okay, what's coming up for me? Yeah, and a lot of different emotions, and this can stem, again, from your own personal, lived experiences, maybe growing up where people discounted what you said. You weren't allowed to speak or communicate or express yourself in a certain way. Maybe you were invalidated, or people subjugated you to a certain way of being. There's so many different circumstances that I found, but a lot of the stems from earlier parts of our lives, and we're honing this too, and that's just one part of trusting yourself. And for me, I take a very practical approach, because the more I've leaned into trusting myself in my own intuition, and we've all received the psychic messages very differently, too. That's something else very briefly to say, some people may just know things or send things, and that's clear cognizance or clear sentience, or they may see things visually or through dreams, clairvoyance, for example. And so there's different extra sensory ways that these messages come through. And a lot of times I'll say again, like I've said, we feel it in our body first, and it's not something we should intellectualize or something that you can try to analyze. Yeah.   Michael Hingson ** 42:51 And what I was going to react to was the fact that you, you referred to it as a muscle, and it is, and I think it's important that people think about it in that way. My favorite example, and I've used it lots, I hope people aren't getting too bored with it, is trivial pursuit, which is a fun game, and I think of so many times I've played it with people, and I've been a victim of it, and others have been as well. A question is asked, an answer pops into our head, and then we think, no, it can't be that easy. And we think about it and we give a different answer, and invariably, the answer that we originally thought of was the right answer. Our inner selves knows a lot more than we give it credit for, and by practicing to listen to it, I think we all can benefit a great deal, but we do really have to practice and listen to it, because I think that it won't steer us wrong, although I think a lot of people will poo poo that, but it is, it is absolutely true, and there are so many examples of it, so I think it is important, and it's Part of what I put in my new book that's coming out called Live like a guide dog, true stories from a blind man and his dogs about being brave, overcoming adversity and walking in faith. It's all about learning to deal with fear and learning to listen to ourselves and learning not to second guess, but really learn to know more than we do and we can.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 44:29 Oh, you just beautifully packaged that that could be like the little bow or ticket on a gift. I think you summed it up perfectly. And just to reference Roselle during your time when you are working at the World Trade Center, and even now with your guide dog and any animal in particular, you'll notice that, how many times have you seen a dog or an animal or felt it doubt themselves? I've never because I have two wiener dogs, and you may have heard them, hopefully not loudly. You have two wiener. Dogs. Here dachshunds. I   Michael Hingson ** 45:01 was listening for them. I haven't heard the doxies.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 45:04 I've never in my life thought, wow, he or she second guessed themselves. They don't need to go to the bathroom. Or if they bark for a reason, because animals are so attuned to different we'll say frequencies like a radio than we are. And again, many stories around how animals will bark at certain people or see things we don't. And brings to mind, they're not second guessing themselves. They know exactly what they've seen, and they will stay very fervent in that position, whether it's barking or they're like, hey, I need to go out, or whatever it is. And they'll let you know, similar to what you brought up with Rosella and how she didn't indicate any fears, which help you tune in and say, Okay, we're good right now at this time. So in the same vein, we can learn a lot from animals. And it seems like your book is tapping exactly into this where animals, they just do it. They don't themselves, they don't question themselves, they don't ask the next dog over. Hey, did you see what I see   Michael Hingson ** 46:02 they don't do, what if they don't? And   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 46:06 that's the beauty that we can learn from from other creatures around this, but also to ourselves. And again, it's just practicing. And this is probably the most boring, unglamorous aspect of this work that I do, because people tend to see it in perhaps a particular way. When you talk about this field of spirituality and psychics and intuition, people see it a certain way, and it's really not this is the boring work of you got to trust yourself first, because if you are receiving those intuitive messages and you don't trust that, there's going to be no one else you can listen to them, but what if they're deceiving you? You got to trust what it is that you're feeling and what's coming up to you, and you've said it, it never leads you astray.   Michael Hingson ** 46:52 As I said, animals don't do what if. But make no mistake, they learn. So there are so many examples of somebody being in a situation like family in a in a building and it catches fire, and the animal comes and it bothers people, until they pay attention and it gets them out. The animal didn't do a well, what if this building catches on fire? What am I going to do? The animal does learn, however, how to move around their place. That's one example. The bottom line is, we can all learn those same sorts of things, and we do have the extra gift of being able to do what if, but we need to learn how to use that too. And again, the best thing about what if is that we learn to build that muscle, that mental muscle, and learn how to know ourselves better so that we can deal with situations that come up. And although not every situation will be the same, and we may not have predicted a particular situation, we can learn well enough to have a pretty good idea of how to deal with most things that come into our lives if we choose to.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 48:07 I agree. That resonates so much. I always like to say we have our own sniffers, kind of like dogs, because their sense of smell is so acute, and some I would imagine breeds, especially carriers. I'm not a dog expert, but this is just from my experience, and what I've read, they have an even greater sense of smell, where they can send things that we can't. And to your example about, you know, a dog that maybe awakens the family, or even cats or any other animals. I've read so many accounts because I'm an animal lover as well, and I'm just fascinated by they don't question things. They follow their senses. And for many reasons, I feel like animals are also like our own angels, our own guardian angels. They help us in many ways, and we can learn so much like they do, because they adapt. They're super intelligent creatures, and I speak for many different types of creatures, rodents, birds, could be reptiles, dogs and those in the wild that we make there was ways that we can also start practicing and adapting to having that keen sense of knowing who you are. And perhaps that's something people are learning, especially post pandemic, is who am I? And connecting to yourself through those moments of solitude, but also in your surroundings, that's it helps you keep in touch with what's going on, like your own antenna.   Michael Hingson ** 49:33 Well, there's, there is a lot we can learn and hopefully live like a guide dog will help people think about that a little bit more and maybe not fear so many things. Or, you know, another aspect of it is we've got some people who just say, Trust me, I know what's best. Just listen to me. You don't have to worry about it. That never works. And what we really need to do is. Is to not just trust, but make sure that somebody earns our trust, and we really take the time to think that we've really analyzed what they say, and then we can trust perhaps. But even then, it does go both ways, but it is a it is a challenge. Well, tell me something that people don't know about you, just to change the subject.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 50:30 Wow. You know, I've asked myself this question, and   Michael Hingson ** 50:33 you're still trying to figure out what what you don't know about you, right?   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 50:38 I think that's an ever longing journey or quest. And I think something folks may not know about me is how much I really like to learn. I'm generally a very curious person, and I love asking questions to people. Things pop up and things like sometimes when I speak, it could lead, it could appear or feel like I'm going off a tangent. That's because I get so many things that pop up in my head. I'm like, Oh, this is fascinating. And I can really go down a hole in trying to learn, perhaps over consume or simply engage with someone or something, whether it's a topic, a theme, or something I'm really passionate about, until I know all facets. And when I say all facets, obviously it's not going to happen, because there's something you can always keep learning. Yeah, so simply learn to lean into that, because I'm a lifelong learner, and I've always considered myself like a student in life, a traveler in life and through the world, and I constantly learn new things, and some people when they either sense being in my energy, or if they see me, they judge, because I can be quiet, but that's because I'm observing first, and I'm someone that likes to observe and kind of get a feel. Would this person be open to talking? Do they like to engage? So that's just something that most people don't know about me. It's really easy based on many assumptions, whether it's through personal experiences or maybe something people see in themselves to make those judgments. But I'm a questioner. I just question I love asking people questions about themselves, what, why they do, what they do, what led them to this? And more questions pop up, so it's infinite. Well,   Michael Hingson ** 52:24 that's there's nothing wrong with that curiosity, I think is a good thing, and I love being curious, and I wish more of us would have been taught more about being curious and not discouraged as children, which happens so often. But I think the curiosity is a very important thing to do. So I'm glad you like that, and I'm glad that you talk about that. What kind of advice might you have for others who want to make a big change in their life?   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 52:53 Don't overthink it, just do it. And I also want to preface this, perhaps a mini disclaimer here, obviously, make sure your basic needs are taken care of. You know, like paying your bills and things around those elements. But when it comes to making a change, I find that so many people, and I say this particularly from personal experience, we may lean into it. We may take time. It may be years. I'll just tell you my leap from academia into doing what I am now. I received just knowings just guidance. It's time to end your time here, similar to yours when you left your position at the World Trade Center and you left that career to start speaking, and I've received messages like Diana ignored it, and I took a lot of time. We're talking more than a decade. I'm like, Nope, I'm going to keep pursuing this. So I would say, when you feel something, explore it, and don't be afraid to take action. That doesn't mean, okay, I'm going to quit my job the next day. Can mean maybe it's time to update my resume or CV. Maybe it's time to reconnect to my network and start exploring new opportunities, or hey, that event is calling to me about maybe basketball popped up in my head, or sports, or whatever it is. Take action. Don't put it on pause. Don't wait. Don't say another day, because we tend to analyze things, and then that wheel is fomenting, perhaps of discontent or unhappiness or whatever it is.   Michael Hingson ** 54:32 Yeah, I think again, you're right. You can't, you shouldn't overthink. And if you think about things in the right way and analyze it, you can come to the right decision. And that's really what you're you're looking to do, which is as good as it gets, and that's important to do. Well, tell me, if people tell me a little bit about you and your business. So how do you meet people? How do you reach out to people? How do they find you? And so on.   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 55:05 So I encountered and connected to clients in so many ways, usually in unusual ways, where I'm shopping, maybe at the market, I'm reaching for a fruit and someone's like, hi, I don't know them. And then they start telling me about themselves or life story, and next thing you know, I'm still with the pair in my hand 30 minutes later, and you're like, what do you do? And I let them know, like, wow. I'm like, yeah. And so I meet people in unusual circumstances like that, where I'm just going about my routine other ways, is through connecting one on one, like coffee chats, and that's not usually my main intention. One of my values is connecting and creating bridges with people. I simply like connecting and asking questions, getting to know people, and supporting other people. And many times, folks are interested in what I do, and that's one way that I've gotten clients. I also have a YouTube channel where I talk about astrology, spiritual topics, also real life, everyday topics, because I'm a practical person, and it's important to be grounded in this world and not just completely think my head is in a certain cloud or on, existing on whatever dimension you feel you may be existing on. Very practical here, because we're all here to contribute in some facet, our own lights in this world. So YouTube is another way. I've met people LinkedIn too. You may have experienced this on LinkedIn. I'm sure many folks have where you've had people reach out, whether it's cold calls, I've had people reach out to me where we have no related work, but they may be trying to sell me something, and I've gotten clients in that way. So I don't do traditional forms of marketing. I'm someone that really values creating genuine relationships, rather than something transactional. I hope and try to create, maybe you could say, like a friendship, family, type of connection with people, because trust is really important in the line of work that I do, there are a lot of charlatans, like in many other fields, but I would say more so in this field, and that's why, going back to some of the really great questions you asked and the responses and examples you gave, it's important to trust yourself when you meet. That's why I like offering people the opportunity to engage in video calls with me, because if we don't connect, if you you're not feeling it, I don't personalize it. Um, to me, I think, Okay, I have one new friend that I know in this network. Good luck. Maybe I can offer you someone else that does something that you may connect to, sure. Well,   Michael Hingson ** 57:38 if people want to reach out to you. How do they do that? They   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 57:42 can email me, Troy, provide my email or yes please, it's and spell it out. Okay, it's Christine. I'll spell it in a sec. It's Christina @Christine Balarezo.com so it's C, H, R, as in Robert I S as in Sam T, as in Tom I N as in Nancy E. At, what is that? Called the ampersand?   58:15 No, at, at,   Dr Christine Belarezo ** 58:17 you have it? Christine, again, C, H, R, i, s, t, I, N, E. Valero, so B, as in boy, a, l, a, r, e, Z, as in zebra, o.com, that's one way, email, YouTube channel, my first and last name, Christine valarso through my website, same christineballarso.com Those are many ways to connect with me, and I offer opportunity to connect in one on one chats too.   Michael Hingson ** 58:56 Well. I hope people will reach out. This has been very insightful and very useful, and I hope that it gives people a little bit different slant on some of the things that they may be thinking or hearing within themselves, and that they'll maybe listen a little bit better. So I hope that will happen. And I want to thank you for taking the time to be with us today. 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The bluefish will readily gobble up flies, plugs, soft plastics and chunks, yet this game fish is often disparaged as a "trash fish" — the lowliest of epithets in the angling world. They're dubbed “chopper” or “gator,” sometimes said with abject contempt due to their proclivity for slashing leaders and taking off with plugs intended for the more forgiving yet revered maws of a striped bass. Editors Charlie Levine and Owen Burke have a deep affection for bluefish stemming from time as young fishermen chasing snapper blues in Long Island Sound. Both anglers love catching bluefish, but eating them, well that's a topic of much debate. Subscribe to Anglers Journal Magazine at AnglersJournal.com Sign up for our free newsletter

Paul and Rose commit themselves to each otherby senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.CHAPTER 5We had a wonderful time at the cookout. Rose and I rocked slowly in the hammock for more than an hour until it was time for lunch. After that I decided it was time to play ball with Eric. I pulled my glove from the truck and threw with him until he tired. Rose and I teamed up for horseshoes, beating our parents three times before throwing a game to Eric and Mary. Eric, at thirteen, was a year older than Mary. They liked each other, but I doubted that they'd ever love each other the way Rose and I did. I helped to cook the steaks for dinner then Rose and I were dismissed. We were free to go for our date.Rose opted for miniature golf so we brought Eric and Mary with us. It was a tight squeeze in the truck, but we made it work. I paid for ice cream sundaes after, then we took them home; Rose and I headed for the beach. We found several others around a bonfire. They were all kids like us who we knew either from school or the neighborhood. We said our “hello's” then walked down the beach for some privacy, although I still had no idea what to do about Rose's screaming.We stripped each other, then lay down to hold and touch each other. We were there more than a half hour when Rose shifted position, moving down to take my cock into her mouth. “Oh no; only if I get to take care of you, too.” I pulled her around until we were in the classic “69” position. My tongue found her wet and hot. Juice gushed from within her fountain. Rose's tongue and lips found my organ hard and oozing pre-cum at a fantastic rate. Seconds later we were into each other as never before; as starving people at a grand feast. I licked Rose's silky thighs, marveling that anything could be so soft and smooth. When I reached her labia I combined licking with sucking and nibbling. I could feel her react on my cock. My hands found her firm breasts and her hard wrinkled nipples as my tongue entered her. Her body thrashed on mine. Only a hand, quickly moved to one of her ass cheeks, held her in place.Rose had begun at my tip slowly and carefully licking the oozing pre-cum from my urethra. She then licked around the head several times before engulfing my organ with her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Her mouth fucked me just as my tongue fucked her. We kept it up for more than ten minutes until I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could feel the spasm running through her body. It went on and on for almost a minute. I could only assume she was experiencing one orgasm after another. Her scream began just as I came, flooding her mouth with semen. It was the only thing we'd done so far that had silenced her. Finally, it abated and we lay still. I pulled her up to hold and caress her face. “I love you so much, Rose; more than I could ever tell you.” I looked into her face to see that she was out cold. I shook her gently until she stirred. We kissed and dressed then walked back to the fire. We sat and chatted with our friends; half an hour later we went home. I took Rose to my house where we cleaned up and watched some TV before I took her home. Both families were still there so I grabbed a beer and we joined them in the back yard. The party ended around one.School was hectic once Memorial Day passed. Rose and I were both enrolled in college-prep level courses which meant we would take special exams developed by the New York State Board of Regents, more commonly known as “Regents Exams.” There was tight security on the exams and everyone in the state had to take them at the same time. As a junior I'd have a heavy load; English, Spanish 3, American History, Chemistry, and Advanced Algebra. As a Freshman Rose would only have to deal with Elementary Algebra and Biology; she was in an advanced level program in science.We were both excellent students, near the top of our classes. Her dad was a PhD physicist; mine was a PhD biologist. They had extremely high expectations for us. We studied like crazy, but still found time for each other. We were always careful to use a condom. Neither of us wanted to create a problem and our religious beliefs meant that an abortion was out of the question. Also, I loved Rose so much that I'd never want her to be hurt or embarrassed. We finished the year strongly. I had an average of 94.3; Rose earned a 94.7. I started work at the golf course the following day.I was really busy between the golf course and my lawn mowing business. Mr. Gentile taught me how to use the tractor mowers, how to mow the greens, and to use insecticides. In fact, I'd take the state applicators license test and pass it by mid-summer. It was a breeze after taking a full year of chemistry. As time passed my work hours were increased so I passed half of my customers off to Brian. I kept those in my immediate neighborhood and, because Brian used my mower, gas, and tools, he paid me a dollar per lawn. I also took any complaints because they were my customers and I was responsible. Fortunately, Brian was also responsible so complaints were few.Mr. Gentile had given me Sunday and Monday as days off. I spent most of Sunday with Rose, first at church and later most days at the beach. We made love almost every night. I went through condoms by the dozen. Then, one night in early August, I got a surprise. We were on the beach and I reached for one. “No, Paul; you won't need one, not any more. I talked Mom into letting me get the birth control pill. I've been on it for a month. Now we can really feel each other. Isn't that great?”“Yeah, but it also means that your mom and dad know what we're doing so my parents know, too. I think I'm about to be killed.”“No you won't, Paul; both our moms have known for more than two months. Mine guessed after that first night you came in with me back in May. Remember how glassy-eyed I was when I went into the bathroom? We had a long chat once school was out. She had already made the appointment for my gynecologist. She swore me to secrecy until tonight so it would be a real surprise. Of course, your mom knows, but I know my dad doesn't. Mom said he wouldn't understand. He still thinks of me as a little girl. Isn't that funny; someone who wears a 34-C bra a little girl? I can barely wear a C-cup any more. I think Mom will buy me some D's once school starts again. Oh, Paul I'm so sorry. All I'm doing is talking when both of us want to do something else. I guess I'm just nervous.”I silenced her with a quick kiss and whispered, “I'm sure I'm just as nervous as you are besides I love to listen to your voice; even when you aren't making any sense.” Rose waited a second before she began to giggle. It wasn't long before I joined her and the two of us were laughing like crazy. Somehow we managed to undress each other while we laughed.“Paul, can we do it some different way?”“What would you like to do?”“How do animals do it?”I'm pretty sure that's called ‘doggie' for obvious reasons. You need to be on hands and knees facing away from me. I'm sure this would be a lot better on a bed, but that's out of the question for now. Tell me if the rocks hurt your knees, okay?”“I promise, but I just remembered something else my mom told me. She's a screamer like me, but she doesn't have orgasm after orgasm like I do. She told me I was really lucky, but I already knew that. I'm lucky to have you, especially after thinking you were my cousin all those years.”“I don't want to start an argument, especially as we're about to make love, but I think I'm incredibly lucky. Not only are you gorgeous and brilliant, but you're sexy as hell and your body; . Well, just let me tell you how many guys at school would have tried to maul your breasts if I hadn't threatened to beat the living hell out of them.”Rose turned to face me. “Did you really do that, Paul?”“More times than I care to admit, but now everyone knows you're taken. Only a fool would touch you now. Even idiotic Ryan knows better than to even open his big mouth. So, why are we still talking?” I rubbed my naked cock into her slit. It was a new and foreign experience for both of us. I leaned forward to hold Rose, the person I loved most as my rock-hard erection slid into her. It took a bit of effort, but within fifteen seconds my balls swung against her abdomen.“Mind if I try something else new, Rose? I red about this in the Playboy Advisor, too.” I moistened my index finger in her slit and rubbed it into her puckered anus.“Oh, Paul I never thought you'd do anything there.”“If what I red was accurate, you have many more nerve endings there than in your cunt and we both know how you react to that being stimulated. Shall I push my finger in?”“It felt pretty good when you touched it, but I don't think I'm quite ready. Are you angry with me?”I leaned forward to kiss her ear. That always tickled her. “I'm not angry, darling. I never want to do anything you're not comfortable with. Now, shall we see how this works out?” I placed one hand on each breast and thrust into Rose with increasing pace and intensity. My fingers worried her sensitive areolas and her hardened nipples as my cock moved into and out of her. I had to admit; feeling her on my skin was nothing less than fantastic. The heat; the wetness; the grip of her muscles on me were beyond comparison.My abdomen picked up the tiny vibrations of her orgasm through my contact with her butt. The terms “vaginal orgasm” and “multi-orgasmic” were foreign to me, but if there were ever pictures next to them in the dictionary they would be of Rose. She once told me that she had counted twelve separate orgasms during one of our couplings. Another time she described only one that lasted more than ten minutes and increased in intensity, ending only when I had cum.Now I was actually going to cum within her and it was going to be sooner rather than later. I reached for her clit just as I blew my first thick rope of semen into her. “Oh Paul; I can feel it. It's so hot and there's so much of it.” I collapsed onto her back, my arms around her waist holding us closely until I realized something was wrong.“Rose, what happened? Why didn't you scream?”“I did, but this blocked it.” She showed me a small hand towel that had been rolled into a cylinder. “It's a secret my mom showed me. I stuffed it into my mouth just before I felt it.”“I don't know. I kind of liked the scream. I always knew I'd done well by you.”“Paul, darling, you never have to worry about that. I thought I knew what an orgasm was from when I masturbated, but I was wrong. There's nothing like the ones you give me.”I pulled her back to me and we lay on the blanket for more than an hour. Rose had played with my slimy cock the entire time and, naturally, it responded. I had been hard for more than fifteen minutes when Rose decided she needed me again. Up she went to straddle me. Her hand guided me to her. I watched myself disappear into her slender body. Rose carefully placed the towel by my head as she began to rock. I reflected on how far she had come in only five months. She had gone from a demure virgin to a sexual animal who wasn't the least bit hesitant to act on her needs and desires.I moved up for a kiss, grappling her breasts and squeezing them firmly as we moved toward our orgasms. I had been surprised to learn how rough Rose liked her sex. She loved having her nipples grabbed and twisted and even bitten. Along the same vein she loved my teeth on her sensitive clit. Of course, we both knew I'd never hurt her, but a little pain made the whole experience so much more enjoyable and so much more intense for her.Tonight was no exception; I worked her nipples with my fingers until she leaned forward, her intentions perfectly clear; bite me! She came so hard I could actually feel her squirt onto my body. It exploded from her like a fire hose, running off my body onto the blanket. This blanket had been washed more often in the past four months than it had in the past four years. Now it would need to be washed again. Luckily, Mom knew about us and had apparently approved. She never said a word about our relationship and I knew she wouldn't say a word about it now. She would wash the blanket with a smile and place it on my bed so we could use it again tomorrow night.Once Rose had recovered I pulled her up and into the water. Long Island Sound was usually calm and the tide was high tonight. Swimming at low tide in the dark could be dangerous. Not only were there fair sized rocks to trip over, but I'd actually swum into a few in the dark. It was a shocking and dangerous experience, believe me. We waded slowly into the water, our hands swirling through tiny bioluminescent jellyfish-like organisms in the shallow warm water.This wasn't our first time skinny dipping. My mom had teased me mercilessly the first time I had walked in with wet hair and clothes. She knew all too well that my bathing suit was upstairs in my dresser. She also knew that Rose and I were making love almost daily so our nudity with each other was a non-issue. Our only concern was to get Rose home after her father had gone to bed. We held each other in the chest deep water and washed our secretions from our bodies. I knew exactly what Rose was thinking when she rubbed her pubis into my leg. “Not tonight; I doubt I could get it up again no matter what you do.”“Oh; want to bet?”“No! I have to get you home. Remember, I have to be up by 5:00 tomorrow morning so I need to be in bed like a half hour ago.”“Okay, let's go.” She led me out and we dried each other using the other side of the blanket as best we could. We were back in the truck ten minutes later and home ten minutes after that. My mother took one look at me and smiled. She laughed when she saw the blanket under my arm.“Don't worry I'll have it ready for you by tomorrow night.” I waved my thanks en route to the shower and bed.I noticed early on that Mr. Gentile was spending much more time with me than with any of the other employees. Initially, I thought it was due to my inexperience and newness to the situation, but as time passed I thought he must have some other motivation. I never asked; I assumed he'd tell me when he was ready. I only knew that I learned a lot that first summer. It was hard work, but that was okay with me. I enjoyed working outside and I especially enjoyed seeing things grow. All the same I was looking forward to school; my senior year and the football season.Practice began the third week of August from 5:00 to 7:00 five evenings a week. Rose came with me every time even though it meant that I'd have to drive home, eat a quick meal after showering then drive back to Port Jefferson High to dress for practice. We rarely wore pads for these practices. Most of the guys weren't in good enough condition when practice started and the heat could be oppressive, even in the early evening. After practice I'd shower and rush out to be with Rose. Practice went well. As expected I was first string fullback on offense and first string middle linebacker on defense. I was looking forward to having a great year.I learned over Labor Day weekend what Mr. Gentile had in mind. He explained everything to me and asked for my opinion. He asked to speak with my parents when we were done. I made arrangements once I had a long talk with Rose. He came to our house at ten on Labor Day morning. “Mom; Dad, you know Mr. Gentile. He wants to talk to us about my future.”“Okay, Paul, but why is Rose here for this?”“I'll explain that once Mr. Gentile is done, okay?”“I think you know that I'm Superintendent at St. George's Country Club. I'm also 59 years old and I hope to retire in another six years at 65. I asked Paul to work for me this summer because I thought he'd make a good replacement for me.”“We think he should go to college.”“Yes, so do I; would you be surprised to know that I'm a Cornell grad? Cornell is an interesting university. Part of it is public and part private. The public part began as an agricultural school although these days one can study anything he or she wants. I think Paul will tell you that I spent a lot of time with him this summer. I also made sure that the Club Board met and interacted with Paul. They like him as much as I do.“So, here's the deal: the Club will pay all of Paul's expenses at Cornell. They have an excellent program in turf management. Once he graduates he'll work a year as my assistant at $20,000 plus benefits. The following year he'll take over and make $30,000. Over the next two years his salary will increase to $40,000 which is what I'll earn my final year. You seem surprised. There's a lot of responsibility in my job and there's a lot of money at the Club. Of course, all this will be put into a contract to protect Paul's interest. The Club would expect Paul to work there for a minimum of five years.”“How do you know he'll be accepted at Cornell? That's a pretty good school, isn't it?”“Yes, it is, but Paul will have my recommendation as well as that of the entire Board. I should point out that the Club has donated more than $100,000 to the University over the past five years and will donate another $50,000 before Paul graduates. Trust me; he will be accepted.”We talked it out over the next hour and a half. Everyone voiced their opinions except for Rose. Her turn would come later. Ultimately, we agreed. I liked the opportunity. I enjoyed working with my hands and with growing things. I hated the idea of working in a laboratory like my dad did. It didn't hurt that I'd earn much more than the government paid him, too. Mr. Gentile left around 11:30. Now the discussion became serious.“Mom; Dad, I know you're wondering why Rose was here for this. Now you'll know. I asked her to marry me last night. Next June, once I've graduated, Rose and I will marry. She'll come to Ithaca with me. We can't stand the thought of being apart for two days let alone ten months. Back when we began dating I told you, Mom, that I loved Rose and that I was in it for the long haul. Now you know that I'm in and have been in love with Rose for quite a while and by ‘long haul' I meant forever.”Rose spoke for the first time. “When we first began seeing each other Mom thought I was thrilled to have a real date. The truth is that I was thrilled to have a date with Paul. I thought I was a freak. I was in love with my own cousin. Aunt Martha; Uncle Stan, I've been head over heels in love with Paul for more than two years. I loved him as a cousin when I was a kid then that changed. I love him more than anything now. To be away from him would kill me. We promised ourselves to each other months ago. I want to be with Paul; forever.”“Where will you live, Paul?”“If we have to we can use a small cabin on the golf course grounds. I've already cleared it with the Board President. We'd prefer to stay here with you while we're home, but if that's not possible we'll stay there. It's small, basically two rooms and a bathroom. It does have a double bed which will be a relief after having sex on the beach for the past five months. That's right, Dad; Rose and I have made love almost every night.”“And I was the one who pushed for it, Uncle Stan. Paul didn't want to push or rush me, but I wanted Paul more than anything. I pushed him, but I don't have to push him any longer. We anticipate a problem with my father who thinks I'm still nine, but we will be together whatever happens.” I had never seen Rose so determined. She had incredible internal strength. The matter was settled when my mom rose and came over to hug and kiss us. Dad followed a moment later. We had their blessing. We were both relieved. Now all we had to deal with was her parents, especially her father who was known to sometimes be high-strung, even irrational.CHAPTER 6We ate lunch with my family and I could tell from my mom's expression that she'd be on the phone as soon as we left to speak with Rose's parents. I knew her mom would be with us, but I was worried by what her father would say; and do. We hugged my parents and walked out the door. I knew Rose was nervous. She had my hand in a death grip. Three minutes later we pulled into her driveway. As expected Aunt Celia was just hanging up the phone. She had a smile on her face.We asked to speak with both of them and Rose began. “Mom; Dad, Paul and I want to speak with you about something important. Paul asked me to marry him last night and I agreed.” She paused here for a reaction; there was none so she continued. “We want to marry when Paul graduates from high school. He has just received a full scholarship to Cornell. I want to go with him and continue high school there. He also has an offer of an excellent job once he graduates.”I looked at Uncle Carl and could see that he was fuming. “What are you two thinking? Are you even thinking at all? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I absolutely forbid it.”“Why, Daddy? I love Paul and he loves me.”“Why; because you're cousins; that's why!”“But we're not cousins. We're not related at all. I may call you Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia, but the fact is that we're not related in any way. There's no reason why we can't get married.”“I don't care about your smug answers. I think you should leave. I forbid you to see Rose again.”“With all due respect, Uncle Carl, we're both eighteen. Legally we're adults. You don't have the ability or right to deny us.”“I have the ability to throw you out of my house, don't I?”“Don't I have a say in this, Carl? I would think so inasmuch as this house is half mine. Paul; stay where you are. I'll be right back.” Aunt Celia walked to the kitchen; we heard a brief discussion on the phone. She was back in less than a minute.“Well, what are we waiting for now?”“You'll see in a minute, Carl. Really; you should get your head out of your lab once in a while. If you did you would have noticed how much these two are in love. I actually envy them.”“Well, I don't think they should get serious. Bad things can happen.”“Like what?”“They could be caught kissing by the police.” We all laughed. We couldn't help ourselves. There were hardly any police in our area and kissing was mild compared to what we've been doing. “What the hell was that all about?”Rose spoke to answer, “Daddy, Paul and I kiss every day and we do a lot more than that, too. Don't think that Paul has forced me to do anything. It was the other way around. I wanted to become physical with him and he resisted until I made him. Even then he made me wait until we were both sure I was ready.”“Ready? Ready for what?”“To make love, Daddy. Paul and I make love every day; every single day.” His reaction was immediate. He was out of his chair and raced across the room to hit me. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Carl is small and puny compared to me. He raised his hand, but I trapped his arm before he could swing his fist at me. My mother walked in the door, shocked at what she was seeing.“Carl! What the hell are you doing? Sit down this instant and let's discuss this like responsible adults.” I had never seen my mother so angry. Uncle Carl backed off and returned to his chair.“Do you have any idea what these two have been doing? What would happen if Rose became pregnant?”“If she became pregnant they'd just get married sooner and we'd have a lovely grandchild, but that's not going to happen. Fortunately, Celia does pay attention to what's going on around here.”“Yes, Carl, Rose has been on the pill since the end of June and before that Paul insisted that they always use a condom even stopping Rose one time from having sex without one.”“How do you know all this? How do you know this is even true?”“If you took the time to talk with your children once in a while you'd understand. Rose and I talk often. I noticed a very special look on her face one night when Paul brought her home. If you think a bit you'll remember that night, too. I woke you up and we; .”“Celia! Please!”“Oh, Carl, get a grip. You think nobody here knows we have occasional sex? Did the stork bring our two kids? Please, yourself! I woke you up and we fucked like we haven't in months; and if you continue this idiotic argument we won't for another several months.”“But, this just isn't right.”“Daddy, maybe you'd prefer that I get involved with someone who would abuse me; maybe even hurt me.”“No; of course not.”“I want you to remember when I was sick. Who came to visit me every single day; every single day, Daddy? It wasn't you. Sometimes I didn't see you for days, but I saw Paul every single day. He always kissed my forehead then red for at least an hour. I laugh when I think of some of the things he red.”“I don't know; I really enjoyed Nancy Drew and some of those romances were; .” Rose silenced me with a kiss. Then she spoke again.“I thought I was a freak, Daddy, because I was madly in love with my cousin. Then I learned that Paul wasn't my cousin, after all. I can't tell you how thrilled I was. Some boys would have taken advantage of me because I was so naïve and inexperienced, but not Paul. He always treated me with dignity and respect. We want you to accept us, Daddy, but even if you don't I am going to marry Paul. I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. PAUL!” She linked her arm into mine, holding me as though she'd never let me go and I guess that was the message. We all sat there silently waiting for a reaction. Finally, Uncle Carl decided to speak.“Okay. I still have some concerns, but it is your life.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Rose turned my head with her finger and gave me an incredible kiss. I hugged Aunt Celia and Mom and held my hand out for Uncle Carl. He thought about it for a few seconds before smiling and taking it in his. “I'm sorry about earlier. I'm glad I didn't actually hit you.” He must have been delusional. He was never going to hit me. I took Rose's hand and we walked out back to the hammock where we relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. We kissed and talked quietly until it was dinner when we learned that we were all going out for a celebration.We went to the beach the following day. I always found it amazing that the beach died right after Labor Day even though the weather was still great. This would be our last day free. School always began on the Wednesday after Labor Day and I was looking forward to my senior year. This year I'd also drive Eric to school. He was beginning ninth grade. I would have much enjoyed having Rose to myself, but I'd have her after football practice and that would have to do.Our first game was on Saturday against Riverhead, another central school that pulled students from roughly twenty local elementary districts. We always had trouble with them, but not this year. I led the way for our star halfback Elmer Morris, repeatedly opening holes in their defense. Elmer ran for more than 150 yards and two touchdowns. Even I had one on a fake run right and pass left. I was all alone in the corner of the end zone. Rose met me with our parents and Eric and Mary who looked like they were getting along unusually well. I reminded myself to ask Rose about it later.We won our second game a week later at Huntington. Once again I opened holes in the line for Elmer and starred on defense with eight tackles and a fumble recovery. I was looking forward to having an outstanding year. I had taken Wednesday morning off from school to sign my agreement with St. George's Country Club after Dad's lawyer had reviewed it. I felt great knowing that my future was secure. I returned to school in time to meet Rose for lunch and prep for Saturday's game with Deer Park.We built an early lead using the same formula we'd used in the first two games. We were on defense in the second quarter with a 21-0 lead when I moved to fill a hole on the right side of their line. I was engaged in a block with their tackle when I was cut-blocked by their halfback who dove for my knee. It was an illegal block that had been seen by the officials as well as both coaches. More than illegal, it was an intentional dirty play. I knew in an instant that I was badly hurt. I could hear as well as feel the cracking in my knee and leg. I went down and I didn't get up. Both coaches and the doctor rushed onto the field. The pain was incredible; almost enough to make me pass out; but I could hear the Deer Park coach screaming at his halfback. He was removed from the game and told to turn in his uniform. I looked down at my right leg; no leg was ever meant to bend in the direction mine had taken. Even worse, I could see my uniform pants turning red; I was bleeding, apparently badly.There's always an ambulance at football games and now I knew why. It drove onto the field and I was loaded onto a gurney and taken away to the hospital. Port Jefferson has had a hospital for years and from what I've been told it was pretty good. A few years ago the state opened a new university almost next door in Stony Brook. The following year a medical school and teaching hospital were also opened. That's where I was headed now.I was still conscious, but barely, when they wheeled me into the emergency room. The team doctor had given me something for the pain and I was really woozy. I was only there for a few minutes while they cut my treasured uniform from my body then I was whisked into an operating room. By then my parents had arrived and had signed the necessary permissions.It was dark when I woke; my leg up in what I later learned was traction, an IV in my arm. I was still pretty much out of it, but I could hear crying. I knew in an instant that it was Rose. “Don't cry, Rose,” I whispered. She jumped up in a flash to hold my head and smother me with kisses. “What's the diagnosis? Do you know?”She ran out to the hall to fetch my mother, sat again and told me everything she knew, “It's a good thing they brought you here. The doctor told us you could have lost your leg without the proper treatment.”“You'll be in a cast for ten weeks, Paul,” Mom said, “then you'll need physical therapy. I'm sorry, but your athletic career is over. Everyone was here, but Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia took Eric and Mary home earlier. Dad had to go home, too. He has to go to work tomorrow; something about cyclotron scheduling. Rose has refused to leave you. She's been here in your room ever since you were brought back from the OR.”I weakly extended my hand; Rose took it and held it to her face. “Oh, Paul I was so worried.” She hesitated when I groaned in pain. “I'll get the nurse. I'll bet you have to go, too.” She leaned down to kiss me and then she was off. Rose returned a few minutes later with one of the nurses who gave me a shot; morphine. I was out like a light seconds later, but first I told Rose how much I loved her as I pissed into a portable urinal.To be continued in part 4. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul and Rose take their relationship to the next step.by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“Paul; that was so exciting. I guess that when it's in my pussy it will shoot all that sperm into my womb. Isn't that how it's supposed to work?”“You, uh; were supposed to get out of the way.”“I know, but I thought it might be more fun this way; and I was right. I loved having it spurt all over me. I think I need a shower.” She seemed to notice the mess on her fingers for the first time so she brought them to her mouth for a tentative taste. “Hmm, a bit salty, but otherwise kind of interesting; maybe tomorrow night I'll try to swallow it all.”“I think I might enjoy that.” I stole a quick kiss then tried to wipe my cum from her body with a towel I'd remembered to bring.“Why don't we wet the towel?” Rose suggested.I jumped up and walked to the water. I had just bent over to moisten the towel when I felt her hands on my butt. A second later I tumbled into the 56-degree water. I'd been in the Long Island Sound in May before so I had a good idea what to expect. It was Cold! I turned around to see Rose laughing.“Okay, you got me. It's a good thing I'm in love with you. C'mon, help me up, will you?” I was almost to my knees when she extended her hand; big mistake. I pulled her onto my body as I fell back.“Ah; oh! Damn, Paul; it's cold.” All I could do was laugh and soon enough she joined me. We were two freezing maniacs laughing as I rose and carried her up the beach. I walked tenderly back down for the towel. It would normally take a few weeks before my feet grew accustomed to walking over the pebbles, especially once the skin was softened by becoming wet.I dried Rose as best I could, but she was already drying herself with her clothes.“I'm pretty sure there'd be hell to pay if I came home wet and my clothes were dry.” she said, giggling.“You know, we're both eighteen; legally adults.” I declared some independence.“I know, but we're both still in school and we're both still living at home. I guess that means we have to follow some rules.” I kissed her cheek as I dried her hair. I knew she was right, but that didn't mean I liked it. On the positive side all traces of semen on her chest and stomach had washed away.I went in with her, expecting her parents to be shocked at our condition. I was right. “Rose! Paul! What on earth happened?” Our hair was drenched; Rose wore one of my sweatshirts and an old pair of gym shorts. I was shirtless, but wearing a pair of sweatpants that matched Rose's shirt with no shoes or socks.“You have an evil daughter, Aunt Celia.” My tone of voice told everyone that I was kidding. “We went to the beach and I bent down to test the watertemperature.”“Yeah, Paul; you looked so funny doing that somersault into the water.” Rose chuckled.“Rose! You didn't!” Celia was shocked by her daughter's behavior.“So, here I was pretty much wet and freezing so I figured tit for tat would be appropriate. I asked for some help; and when Rose reached for me ,I pulled her in, too. Lucky I had some spare clothes in the back of my truck. Rose changed in the truck; I changed in the far end of the parking lot.”“Oh, I swear; you two. Shame on you, Rose.”“I already apologized and it was accepted.”“Yes,” I admitted as I kissed her cheek. “I'll see you tomorrow night. By the way, we're going fishing. Trust me, you'll love it.”Rose laughed. She knew exactly what she'd love about fishing then she reached up to peck my lips. I said good night to Aunt Celia and handed Rose a plastic bag with her sodden clothes. Needless to say, my mother knew all about it by the time I had driven home.CHAPTER 3The following night we skipped the movies, the drive-in, the miniature golf, and everything else, driving straight to the beach with a few rods, reels, and other equipment tucked safely in the truck's bed. There were a few other couples and even a few fishermen there in the fading light, but we ignored them, walking more than a quarter mile from the parking lot. I spread the blanket, prepped the rods even going so far as to cast deep into the water. A set of sand spikes held the rods vertical when we lay down to a lengthy make-out session.Rose and I were all over each other. No longer were we reluctant to hold or touch each other. My hands roamed her body, stopping at each breast and nipple before reaching down into her shorts to her gushing pussy. Rose laughed, “I think my face and my pussy are even wetter than they were last night.” I joined her laughter as I slowly wiped the spit from both our faces. I'd leave the nectar for later.Once it was dark we had the beach to ourselves. I began to slowly remove her clothes; her top, bra, shorts, and panties. Rose removed my shirt, shorts, and briefs. We lay together chest to chest on the rough blanket. I broke our kiss to move my lips and mouth down her body, around each of those breasts I adored to her sensitive navel. My tongue tickled her here until she screamed, “Uncle!” Finally, I reached my objective, climbing between her legs. The broad surface of my tongue cleaned her of juice all the way from her anus to her clit. I repeated several times until her labia were red and enflamed with her desire. I shifted my attention to her tunnel. In and out; I fucked her with the most amazing tenderness and love. Rose reacted wildly, thrashing back and forth across the blanket.I kept at her for more than ten minutes before making my final move to her clit. Sucking it between my teeth brought her to the sweetest, the most exquisite orgasm. It continued as long as I worried her sensitive bud. Eventually, I took mercy on her and stopped. I climbed back up her body to hold her and caress her head to my chest. It was almost a half hour later that she returned to normal. “Oh God, Paul; I thought last night was intense, but it was nothing in comparison to tonight. It began when your tongue was inside me and it never stopped.” She looked at my face several times and from several angles in the light of the gibbous moon. “Paul; what's that all over your face?”Now it was my turn to laugh. “It's you, Rose; your ejaculate. I remember reading something in the Playboy Advisor a few months ago. It's called ‘squirting.'”“Oh no; did I pee on you? I'm so sorry, Paul.”“Don't worry, Rose; you didn't. It doesn't smell anything like urine. In fact, I love the way it; you; taste. All I know is that one second I was noshing on your clit and the next I was swimming. It tastes like your juice; you know; that stuff that seems to run down your legs whenever we're together.”“I'm kinda partial to that stuff that runs down YOUR legs and I'm going to see that as soon as I recover. Do you think those Playboy letters are real, Paul?”“Who knows? I'd guess that some of them are, but I think that it's the answers that have to be real even if the letters aren't.”Rose rested for almost a half hour. I didn't mind. I got to hold her and experience the touch of her sensational smooth skin against mine. I loved when she rubbed her hard nipples against my hairy chest. She began by kissing my neck then kissing her way down my body, stopping once she had reached my hard cock.She began by licking all around my balls then up the sensitive underside of my organ. Once around the head was but a prelude to trying to swallow it whole. It was a great idea, but it was clear that Rose would have to practice quite a bit to reach that goal. I was happy when she made it half-way. She used her tongue to force my cock up and into the roof of her mouth. She had done it for only five minutes before I felt that old familiar churning. “Rose!” I tried to warn her, but she paid me no heed. My hips bucked as I spurted over and over into her mouth and throat. She kept on sucking, but semen poured from the corners of her mouth, running down to her breasts and abdomen. She took one look down and broke out laughing. Luckily, she had released my cock first.“I think I need more practice at that; lots and lots of practice.” She laughed and I joined her a second later.“I'll buy that, especially the ‘lots and lots' part. I'll be happy to practice my part, too.” We laughed again as I pulled her up for another kiss, my semen smearing between our bodies. I wasn't worried. I'd come prepared with a gallon of water in my truck and several towels in the bucket by the fishing rods.We had hugged each other for almost a half hour when Rose sat up suddenly. “Paul, why haven't you gotten any bites? Isn't that unusual?”“Not really; if one wants to catch fish it's usually necessary to use some bait. I want to go next weekend. The blacks usually come in around Memorial Day weekend. Want to come with me?”I was wiping her chest clean when she responded. We laid out our plans while we rested. Before leaving we tried to “69.” It was just as incredible as our earlier oral attempts. Rose squirted all over my face and a fair portion of my semen escaped Rose's mouth, running down my legs to the blanket. We picked up the area and walked back to the truck naked where I washed Rose's body and she washed mine. I dropped her off just before one and drove home where I fell asleep almost immediately.The following weekend; Memorial Day; marked the opening of the summer season. It was also the beginning of the fishing season and the time we'd set to take Rose's virginity. Now that we were naked Rose pulled me down to the blanket with her. It was clean and soft. I'd had a difficult time explaining to my mother why it needed fabric softener when it's only for the beach. When I told her that Rose had complained about it the discussion ended. Mom loved Rose; had ever since we'd met more than ten years ago.Now Rose lay back on the soft blanket. We kissed and touched each other. She found me hard; I found her wet. I showed her how to apply the condom to my organ and climbed between her legs. I could tell that she was eager. She pulled me to her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and placed my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. “Now Paul; please do it now. I love you, Paul. Please make us one.” We'd spoken about it so many times. She knew it would hurt at first so I moved into her slowly; easily. I loved the expression on her face as her pussy adjusted to my girth. I pushed until I met the inevitable resistance. “Do it, Paul; just a few minutes hurt for a lifetime of pleasure with you.” I plunged forward, stopping immediately to comfort my love.I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my kisses as I caressed her head, running my fingers through her silken hair. It was only five minutes later that she told me, “Do it, Paul. Do me!” I did, pushing all the way into her, until our pubic hairs meshed. The look on Rose's face was one of pure ecstasy as she began to move with me. She met my every thrust with one of her own. I was so caught up with what I was doing that I had failed to notice the moans of pleasure coming from Rose's mouth. Now that we were fucking hard and fast those moans had grown into groans and then grunts.She was moving like a wild animal when I heard her scream. It was followed by a flood onto my abdomen. Seconds later the condom was flooded with sperm as I pumped into Rose with incredible force. I collapsed onto her chest, leaning down to kiss and caress her face.I moved back up about a minute later and our eyes met. “Well?”Rose's response was to pull me back down into a long, wet, and extremely passionate kiss with her tongue plunging into my mouth. She broke it some minutes later. “Paul; oh, Paul it was incredible. I can't begin to tell you how many times I came.”“How many? What do you mean?”“I had my first orgasm about twenty seconds after you entered me. Then I had another and another and another. They were coming so fast that they all blended into one huge explosion. That's when I screamed.”“That's not all you did.” Give me your hand. I pulled out of her and brought her hand to my abdomen. Even in the pale moonlight I could see how startled she was.“Is that me again? Did I; what was the word you used?”“You mean; squirt? Ha. Ha. It was more like a flood.” Don't be embarrassed. I loved it. I loved knowing that you enjoyed making love with me.”“I didn't enjoy it. I loved every second, even the part that hurt. I know now that I'm a real woman.”I laughed again. “I never had a doubt. I've always thought of you as the ultimate; .”“Yeah,” Rose interrupted, “but you're in love with me; hardly an unbiased resource. I'm sorry I made a mess of you.”“I'm not; you can do that to me any time you want; on any part of my body you want. Now, let me clean us up a bit and rest. Then we can try it again; maybe in a different position.” I finished wiping her abdomen, removed the condom and buried it in the sand, and finished with my abdomen. I lay back with Rose astride my body to rest.“What are you doing tomorrow,” Rose whispered.“I have to work most of the day. I have Mr. Gentile and Mr. Kane. I'm not looking forward to dealing with him. He demands good service, but he never wants to pay. Maybe I'll dump him and spend the time at Mr. Gentile's. He wants me to do his beds as well as his lawn. Other than those two jobs I have the weekend free to spend with you.”“Don't forget the cookout we're having Sunday after church.”“I'll never forget a chance to spend the entire day with you.”“I know that, but don't forget that Eric and my parents will be there too and, of course, your parents and Mary.” Rose may have been talking, but her body was moving all over mine. After thirty minutes I was hard and ready to go again. I gave Rose one of the condoms. She rolled it down my shaft and then, following my instructions to the letter, sat on me; my organ disappearing into her body. It was incredible watching me enter and disappear into her. Rose began to rock forward and back in time with my thrusts. We continued moving together while I massaged her tender breast tissue and rolled her sensitive nipples between my fingers. It wasn't long before an orgasm hit. I say “an orgasm” because it was obvious from my vantage point that she experienced at least eight and each one only served to increase the rapture she was experiencing. Finally, just before I was ready she arched her back severely and screamed into the night. Rose fell rather than collapsed onto my chest just as my orgasm hit. I drove her up six times before we came to rest completely satiated and completely exhausted. Thank God it was only 10:35.We recovered slowly. I removed my cock from her and wiped my abdomen again. It was covered with her thick aromatic juice. Once done, I got a new towel and wiped her crotch. She still leaked even though the sex had ended. All told I spent almost half an hour making us presentable. We were still naked as we lay together. “I just love the way you feel, Rose. Your skin is so smooth and so soft and you're so sexy. I love your face and your breasts and your tummy, your ass, your legs; damn, I love every part of you, but I love the whole you even more.”“I'll bet you can't guess what I love best about you.”“Well, I know now that you love my cock.”“Of course, silly and I'll always love that; even when we're sixty, but that's not my favorite part.” I lay there for almost ten minutes unable to guess. “It's this,” she said as she pointed to my forehead.”“You love my forehead best?”“No, Paul; I love what's in there; your brain; your essence. Did you know that you were the only person who visited me every day when I was sick? Even my own dad didn't come to see me as much as you did. I know you could have been out playing with your friends, but you spent more than an hour with me every day reading to me and holding my hand. I knew then that you were a special person; that you were MY special person. Now you really are MY special person.”“Rose, you said something about loving my cock even when we're sixty. We haven't really talked about it, but I want us to be together forever. I can't formally ask you to marry me because I have no way to support you. But I will ask you as soon as that day comes. Meanwhile we will still have a lot to think about, like what we'll do when I'm in college and you're still in school. Don't worry; we'll work it out so we're never apart.” Rose held me even closer then and gave me the kiss of my life; the best kiss I could possibly imagine. Regretfully, we had to dress and leave once it was done.CHAPTER 4I was up early the following morning. After breakfast I drove to Sycamore Drive where my two customers lived. They couldn't have been more different. Dennis Kane was a cheap skinflint who was always looking to get something for nothing. John Gentile was a kind, generous man. I was much more inclined to work for him than for Mr. Kane, that's for sure. I had parked in Kane's driveway when Mr. Kane appeared. “Good morning, Mr. Kane. I need to remind you that you didn't pay me for last week.”“Don't worry about that. I'll take care of you once you're done.”“That's not how I work, Mr. Kane. I require payment when services are performed. You owe me seven bucks.”“I said I'd pay you once you were done and that's what I'll do.” I returned my tools to the truck and lifted the tailgate to secure it. I walked to the cab to enter when he spoke again. “Listen, you little bastard; you get out here and mow this lawn. If you don't; .”“You'll what, Mr. Kane? Beat me up? That I'd like to see.”“If I called the cops who do you think they'd believe?”“I think they'd believe Mr. Gentile,” I said, pointing across the street to where Mr. Gentile had observed the entire matter. “So long, Mr. Kane; enjoy mowing your lawn. Consider last week's job as a parting gift.” I backed out and drove three houses down the block to see Mr. Gentile.“Morning, Paul; let me guess; he didn't want to pay you.”“Right on, sir. He owed me for last week and wanted me to mow before paying me. Ten to one he'd be gone by the time I finished. I don't need customers like that. He threatened me with calling the cops and trumping up some charge so I was really glad you were out here. You'd be a good witness. Why don't you show me what you want me to do?”Mr. Gentile showed me around the property. It was bigger than our yard with lots of shrubbery and several trees. He told me what he wanted, but listened to several suggestions I had. All told we spent a half hour going over everything. He offered me $50 for the additional work which I thought more than fair. I worked almost all day, quitting only for lunch and when I was done. He approved immensely of the job I had done. I was surprised when he asked me to come by tomorrow around one to discuss a summer job. He promised me more money than I could make doing lawns. I explained that I had a family obligation, but would try to get away for half an hour.I was beat after spending the entire day cutting the lawn, digging and trimming the beds, and spreading mulch. I drove home, called Rose and hopped into the shower. The hot water did wonders for my sore muscles. I ate a quick dinner before driving over to see Rose and take her back to the beach; this time to do some actual fishing. We joined some friends who had already caught some small blacks. I baited our hooks and cast the rods, handing one to Rose, keeping the other for myself.We were there for almost an hour when I heard Ryan make a crude comment about Rose; a comment that would have been better left unsaid. I put the rod down and walked his way. I didn't raise my voice. I didn't have to. Ryan got the message; keep your big mouth shut or risk the beating of your life. Ryan was bigger than me, but he was mostly flab while I was firm muscle. Once he knew how things were between Rose and me he walked over to Rose to apologize. It helped that Rose had not heard him. The remark was really offensive.The sun had set when the fish moved in. Blackfish typically would be found in rocky areas. When fishing from the shore that meant keeping the hook and sinker in the rocky band that was about twenty feet wide. Cast too far and you'd wind up in the barren sandy expanse that made up most of the Sound's bottom. Cast not far enough and you'd be in the pebbles where nothing grew or lived. My secret was to cast deep into the sandy expanse and reel into the rocks. I could tell by the action of the sinker exactly where my line was. It was a practice that had always worked in the past and it worked now.I had just cast Rose's line and handed the rod to her. She thanked me with a kiss then shooed me away to deal with a bite. Rose was an accomplished fisherman. We'd fished many times and we both knew that she could bait her own hook and cast her own line. I liked to do it for her so I did. I had a nibble just as she brought what looked like a three-pounder to the beach. I would have helped her, but I had my own fish to deal with.This was typical of fishing for blackfish. Many times I had stood or sat for hours with nothing happening only to spend the next hour fighting one fish after another. Tonight we spent more than an hour like that, throwing all but the biggest fish back to be caught another day. After catching four big ones, all over four pounds, we called it a night. We set our rods down onto the beach and walked hand in hand into the darkness. Of course, our friends knew what we were going to do; at least they thought they did. We had gone almost a half mile when Rose turned into me and pulled me into a long lingering kiss. Her hands roamed over my body. Mine did the same to her. I was surprised to find she hadn't worn any panties.“Oh Rose, you naughty girl; what do you have in mind?“Does this tell you?” She pushed a condom into my hand.“You are so incorrigible.” She laughed and pulled me down to the pebbles. I lay on my back with Rose astride me as she unzipped my shorts and pulled my hard manhood from within. She enclosed it within the condom then used her shorts and blouse as a pillow for my head. I grinned unseen as she lowered herself onto me. “As I said, Rose; you are incorrigible. I think I've created a monster. Everyone will know what we're doing when you scream.”“I don't care. All I know is how badly I need you.” I was engulfed by her hot tight pussy by the time she finished her statement. Even through the latex shield I could feel the heat and tightness of Rose as her muscles squeezed me tightly. We moved together as we had last night and with the same result; Rose came and came and came, her orgasm culminating in a massive convulsion that shook her body for several seconds. She screamed as it ended, finally reclaiming control of her body. I held her tightly as I repeatedly blew my load into the rubber.It took Rose almost fifteen minutes to recover. By then I had buried the condom and made a weak attempt to clean my abdomen of Rose's cum. I took her to the water's edge to rinse her skin before dressing her and walking back to our friends. I could see Ryan smirk at our appearance. “Keep your thoughts to yourself, Ryan. At least I have a girlfriend and she's much more than a girlfriend to me. You might keep that in mind while I beat the living shit out of you. When's the last time you had a date?” I knew that would cut into him; he was an eighteen year old virgin who'd never had a date. Worse, in my mind, his father was one of my customers. Why would the father of an eighteen year old son need someone to mow his lawn? I cleaned our fish at the water's edge and we walked back to the truck.We loaded the gear and I drove Rose home. Her eyes were still glazed over and I was sure Aunt Celia noticed although she never said anything. I took the fish fillets to the sink and washed them before bagging them and placing them in the refrigerator. I had sent Rose to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later looking a lot cleaner. I stayed for almost an hour before setting a time to pick her up for church tomorrow. Not surprisingly, my mom was on the phone when I returned home three minutes later. I knew it was Aunt Celia; who else would call at 12:15 in the middle of the night?I picked Rose up at 9:20 for the drive to St. Anthony's. Rose and I always went to confession before Mass. We'd have a lot to confess this morning and, I suspected, many Sunday mornings to come. I went to confession because my mother and Rose wanted me to. Personally, I found the idea of saying you were sorry for doing things that you'd do again and again, like masturbating and now making love with Rose, was silly. I'd say my Hail Mary's and other prayers as my penance, but I'd be back again next week to confess to the very same sins to the very same priest and for the very same penance. I'd listened to the same lecture on self-control and having respect for my body more than a hundred times already.As usual, Rose and I sat apart from our families. After Mass we walked out to find Mr. Gentile waiting for us. “I saw you inside, Paul, and I thought we might speak now rather than have you take time this afternoon. Do you know where I work?”“Some golf course, I think.”“Yeah; St. George's in East Setauket. It's a very exclusive club and it takes a lot to keep all the grass and plants in order. That's my job; I'm Superintendent. I like the way you work and, more important, you seem to enjoy it. I'll offer you a summer job at $5.00 an hour. You'll work a minimum of 40 hours a week so you'll earn a minimum of $200 a week. Of course, I'll have to deduct federal and state withholding and social security, but you'll get most of it back when you file because you're a student. It's a bit of a hike from here, but you have a truck. I have to tell you; you'll have to be there early at 6:00, but you'll finish early most days around three. Why don't you talk it over with your parents? You can let me know sometime during the week.” He shook my hand and left.“What do you think, Paul,” Rose asked once we were in the truck.“It sounds interesting, mostly because I could continue to do my mowing work, most of it anyway. Of course, I'll want to spend all my free time with you.”“I was hoping you'd say that. Paul, I was thinking; what do you think our parents would do if they knew about; you know?”“Well, I have a feeling Aunt Celia already knows. You were still kind of out of it when I brought you home last night. She didn't say anything so; . I know she was on the phone with Mom when I got home last night.” I started the truck and drove home. Later, just before lunch we'd go to Rose's house for the big Memorial Day cookout. It had been a family tradition since we had moved here twelve years ago.Rose walked into the kitchen to hug and kiss my mom and dad before coming to my room with me. She sat on the bed while I changed in the closet. We'd done this dozens of times, at least, although not since we'd become a couple. I walked out five minutes later in a tee-shirt, shorts, and sandals; quite a contrast to Rose in her church dress. I leaned down to kiss her. It was relatively chaste, but Rose whispered, “Paul; you make me so hot. All I can think of is doing it with you.”“Me, too; unfortunately we'll have to wait. C'mon.” I took her hand and led her to the living room. My parents were there reading the Sunday Newsday and the Sunday edition of the New York Times. Rose and I sat together on the couch. “Mom, Dad; Mr. Gentile offered me a job at St. George's Country Club.”“That's quite a distance from here, isn't it?”“Yeah, but he'll pay me $5.00 an hour from 6:00 to at least 3:00, a minimum of forty hours a week. I could probably keep most, if not all, of my current customers. Oh yeah, I dumped Mr. Kane yesterday.”“We know. He called yesterday to complain. Your father ignored him. We know what a cheapskate he can be. What do you think, Paul? You're the one who'll have to do all the work.”“I think I'd enjoy it. I doubt that they do much hand mowing so I'd learn to use the machines. I'm sure I'll have to do some digging, but that just helps me stay in shape for football. I like Mr. Gentile. He's a good guy and he's always very fair. I'm inclined to accept.” That was that; I had a summer job. Any lawns I couldn't handle I'd give to my good friend Brian. He had helped me in the past and was always looking for some extra money.Rose and I left for the cookout around noon, stopping off to see Mr. Gentile on the way. He was pleased that I'd accepted. It was only two blocks from there to Rose's house. We walked through to the back yard. I hugged and kissed Aunt Celia and shook hands with Uncle Carl. Rose took my hand and led me to the hammock. I lay back on it and Rose joined me. It was cozy for the two of us, her breasts pressing against me. I was a little concerned about her parents, but so far not a word had been spoken. I heard the doorbell a few minutes later as my parents and Mary arrived. Dad and Mary walked out to the backyard with Uncle Carl and Eric. Uncle Carl opened several cans of beer and Eric brought one to me.“Thanks, Eric; want to play some ball later?” I knew he'd agree. He always wanted to play some kind of ball with me. I took a sip and handed the can to Rose. She wasn't a big fan of beer, but she would drink it as opposed to some girls who only wanted wine or a cocktail. For some reason New York was the only state in the area where eighteen year olds could legally drink. One day soon I was sure New York would join all the other states in setting the legal age at twenty-one. That wouldn't bother me; I could take drinking or leave it.While we lounged in the yard our mothers were in the kitchen preparing food and, I was sure, talking about us. “They make a lovely couple, don't you think, Martha?”“Yes, they do, but I often wonder whether I should have told Paul that we weren't really related.”“Oh, I think it was a good decision. I know that Paul will take good care of Rose unlike some of the boys I know like Ryan. I'd hate to see Rose on a date with him.”“Yes, I suppose what you say is true. I wonder if they've; you know; done it.”“If I had to guess I'd say yes. You should have seen the expression on Rose's face when Paul brought her home last night. I was actually envious. I woke poor Carl from a sound sleep and fucked his lights out.”“Well, I hope Paul doesn't hurt her. I don't know if I could bear that. Although; when I first told him that he said he wouldn't because he loves Rose. He also said he was in it for the long haul. I've wondered exactly what he meant by that.”“Why not ask him?”“Maybe I will, but for now; let's get this food outside. Hmmm, I wonder if she inherited your; .”“Oh God! You would remember that. I was so embarrassed when all my friends heard my scream. Even now Carl has to stuff my mouth with a towel. I used to wake the children when they were younger. At least they couldn't ask what was going on, but now; . Well, I guess we'll never know.” They grabbed the rolls, burgers, hot dogs, and potato salad. There was so much they would have to make two trips.To be continued in part 3. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 1Paul loves Rose. Rose loves Paul. Problem is they're cousins; or are they?by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Introduction:This story takes place in the 1960's in rural Long Island, NY. It's the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his naïve "cousin" Rose.CHAPTER 1It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I'd be late to the dance. There weren't many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one; across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building.It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age; eighteen; but she's really naïve. She should be a junior like me, but she's only a freshman. She's not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She's better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her.I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. “Hi, hun; sorry I'm late.” I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. “C'mon, let's dance.” I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I'd bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she'd say anything about the proximity of our bodies; she did.“Kind of close for cousins, Paul; wouldn't you say?” Rose raised an eyebrow.“Yeah, but; we're actually not quite cousins.” I clarified.“What does that mean; not quite cousins?”“Essentially, we're not cousins. We're not related. Care to have me explain?”“Yes, I'm confused.” Rose said with a bewildered look. Confused was good. She hadn't moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg.“Okay; let's go back a few years. I've always called your mom ‘Aunt Celia' and you've always called mine ‘Aunt Martha,' okay, so far?” She nodded. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl' and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we're related how come we've never seen each other at family gatherings?To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings; you know, like brothers or sisters; but you're never at any of our family functions and I've never been to any of yours. I asked my mom about it last year.”“Okay; so what did she say?”“She said that she and your mom grew up next door to each other in Queens and were best friends all through school. They were so close that when they married and had kids it was natural to have them call each other aunt and uncle, especially when our dads got jobs at the Lab.”“I don't believe it.”“Okay, how about a bet?” The music had stopped, but we were still dancing. I loved it. “If I'm right I'll pick you up next Friday night at seven for a date; a movie and ice cream after.”“And if I'm right?”“I'll pick you up at seven next Friday night, but not for a date. We'll do whatever you want instead.” She leaned back a bit and held her hand out to shake. I kissed her cheek instead.“Oh, thanks for the rescue. He was getting pretty obnoxious.”“I noticed. It was the least I could do for my girlfriend.” She laughed then realized we were the only ones dancing and walked off the floor with me following closely behind.I had always loved Rose, even back to when we were both six. That was when we moved into the same neighborhood; my family from Oak Ridge, Tennessee and theirs from Alamogordo, New Mexico. My dad and hers had taken jobs at the Brookhaven National Lab in nearby Upton out in rural Suffolk County, Long Island. It was a real reunion for our moms and the first time our families had met. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy. She could actually pass, catch, and kick a football better than I could until I made it to junior high and was almost as good at baseball and basketball, too. By then she'd been sick and held back. I still saw her every day in school. Our small community had a K thru 8 school. In ninth grade we all went to Port Jefferson High about twenty miles away.Back then it was a familial love; the kind one has for a brother or sister, or even a cousin; but over the years it had grown in a different direction. I'd kept it a secret for several years, but; no longer. As time passed we'd both grown into young adults. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. I played football; linebacker and fullback; and baseball; center field; on the Port Jeff varsity until my lawn mowing business took precedence in the spring. I had a muscular build, my body developed by years of lifting weights and working out in our basement. I worked almost every day during the summer mowing lawns and doing yard work. I had twenty lawns that I mowed weekly at seven dollars each. Most of my clients rounded up to an even ten for a much appreciated tip. I earned between $150 and $200 a week which was pretty decent money at the time. I was saving for college even though I was hoping for some kind of scholarship.Rose had also grown up; into a beautiful young woman. Rose stood 5 feet, 8 inches, and if I had to guess; maybe, 115 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, the kind that made my classmates drool. Only my threats of a severe beating had saved her from being pawed repeatedly. I knew she had never been on even a single date. Her illness had made her extremely shy and her parents were overly protective. She was fine with me, but most other guys terrified her. Rose had the kind of black hair that looked reddish under certain kinds of light. She wore it short, exposing her slender graceful neck. Rose had the most delightful brown eyes and a cute slender nose over full sensual lips.We had a great time at the dance, probably dancing more than sixty percent of the fast ones and all the slow ones. I especially loved the slow ones. I thought that Rose had already figured out that we weren't real cousins; she moved really close to my body. I was sure she could feel my thick erection, but she never pushed away. We left at eleven, driving to the local soda fountain where I treated to banana splits. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn't ever consider. Me; I loved every flavor of ice cream so long as it was chocolate. We joined another couple from school and had a wonderful time. We left at 11:45 so I could get her home by midnight.I parked the truck and walked her to the door. “Want to come in, Paul?” Rose offered.“Thanks, Rose, but I have a really busy day tomorrow. Mr. Eaton is putting in a stone wall and I'm helping him. He promised me $50 for the day so I have to be ready to work. Good night, Rose. I had a great time.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second. My lips touched hers briefly. It was like a bolt of lightning passed between us. She noticed it, too. Her eyes showed her shock. I waited until she was inside before driving the five blocks to our house.Once in the house Rose walked into the living room to speak with her mother. Her dad always went to bed at eleven; her younger brother Eric was always in bed and sound asleep by ten. “Mom, can I ask you something?”“Of course, Rose; how was the dance?”“Oh, it was wonderful.” Rose said with a dreamy happiness. “Paul rescued me from some big guy who was getting nasty with me. He pretended he was my boyfriend. ““Oh, good for him!” Mom was relieved. “Paul's always looked out for you.”“Oh, mom; while we were dancing he told me that we weren't really cousins. Is that true, Mom?”“It is true that our families are not related by blood, but Martha and I are closer than most sisters are. We might as well be related.”“Okay; so; then; we're not really cousins, at all; are we?”“No, even though you might as well be.”“Then I should tell you that I have a date Friday night.”“Oh? Who with?” Mom asked while yawning.“With Paul, Mom. We had a bet and I lost, but I'm kind of glad. Does that make any sense?”Her mom smiled then responded, “Yes, dear; it does. Now let's get to bed, shall we?”CHAPTER 2: Paul's MorningMy parents were both in bed when I got home so my usual inquisition took place at breakfast the following morning. I told them I'd had a wonderful time and that I had a date Friday night. “Do we know her, Paul,” my mother asked.“Yes, Mom it's with Rose.” I went on to tell about the bet. I could see my mother thinking as I spoke.“I hope you plan to be a gentleman, Paul. I don't want to see her hurt in any way.”“Yes, Mom, you know I will and I'd never hurt Rose. You know I love her.” She did, but not in the way I meant. I excused myself and ran out the door, looking forward to a hard day's work. Mom didn't like me skipping church, but knew it was for a good reason.I saw Rose on Monday morning when I picked her up for the ride to school. It was better than waiting for the bus and a lot quicker, too. She seemed unusually happy this morning. She spilled the beans even before I had the chance to ask her. “We have a date, Paul. I can't wait; a real date.” I reached across the bench seat to squeeze her hand. Next thing I knew she slid across to sit next to me. I could see how thrilled she was. I held her hand almost all the way to school; except when I needed two hands to drive and shift gears. I gave her a brief peck on the lips once we were at school. This became a daily routine.Friday night I was at her door at 7:00 sharp. Aunt Celia answered the door and invited me in. “My goodness, Paul; Rose has been looking forward to this all week. She's been on cloud nine. I hope you have a good time.”“I'm sure we will, Aunt Celia. We always enjoy each other's company. I'll have her home by twelve.”“I think we can make it one, Paul. I don't want to stand in the way of you two enjoying yourselves.” I heard a noise and turned to see Rose descending the staircase. She looked beautiful; even more than usual. I took her hand and led her out to my truck. My truck; it was a 1952-53 Ford. I got it at a junk yard. Most of the parts were from a '52, but some, like the seats, the bed, and the transmission were from a 1953. They were basically the same and the price was great; $100!We drove all the way to Port Jefferson Station, named, no doubt, for its proximity to the older town of Port Jefferson and the end-of-the-line station of the Long Island Rail Road's northern spur. We sat in the theater balcony and held hands while we sipped our Cokes and nibbled popcorn. About half way through the movie I put my arm around her shoulders; I was extremely pleased that she didn't object at all. After the movie we drove down the hill to Grammas' for ice cream, exactly as I had promised. It was still early so I drove us to the north shore beach. We sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and Long Island Sound beyond. The moon's reflection glistened over the tiny waves.We sat quietly, just watching the water. Normally, I'd be making out with my hand up my date's skirt, but this was Rose. I knew she had no experience and I definitely didn't want to scare her. There'd be other dates and other opportunities. I went to turn on the radio, but Rose stopped me.“Paul; have you brought other girls here?”“One or two, but none like you.”I could see her smile even in the dim light. “What did you do with them? Can you tell me?”“That's not something a gentleman discusses, Rose.”“Did you kiss your girlfriend?”“Not yet, but I was thinking of doing it in about a minute.” She looked up at me. I leaned down to her and our lips met. She was tentative at first, but after a few seconds her arms gripped my neck pulling me to her as our lips mashed into each other. I'd had plenty of kisses, but none as sweet or loving as that one. The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Rose broke it.“I liked that, Paul. I liked it a lot.”“Me, too, but next time try opening your mouth a bit so our tongues can touch.” She gave me a questioning look, but separated her lips about a quarter inch before leaning up for another. I gently pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth. She jumped back in shock then smiled and moved in again, opening her mouth wider. This time her tongue beat me to the punch. It wrestled with mine, moving between our mouths. Rose was obviously a quick study. She was a great kisser.Her face was red when we broke it.“Yeah, I agree. It was incredible.” I concurred.“Is that all you did, Paul?”“No, there were other things, but I don't think you're ready for them.”“Can you at least tell me?” Rose was going to open Pandora's Box come hell or high water.“Touching, mostly; her chest, her pussy, my cock.”Rose gulped several times as I detailed what couples often do while, uh, ‘watching the submarine races'.“Like I said, you're not ready for that; not yet, anyway.” I tried to help her understand that we both knew two women who would skin me alive if they thought I took advantage of her. “Rose, maybe sometime in the future. The idea is to give each other pleasure, but you have to be ready; and you have to be willing.”“I think I want you to touch me.” Rose assured me.“No! Touching is something like kissing. Both parties have to be involved and It'll be a while before you're ready to touch my cock, won't it? I love you, Rose, so I'm not going to rush you into anything; and especially not that. You'll know when you're ready.”I leaned down, opened my mouth and waited, but not too long. Rose was all over me in a second. We kissed for more than an hour, but nothing more. We both knew she wasn't ready. I got her home by 12:50. We kissed again outside the door and she went in. Ten minutes later I was home.I had a feeling my mother would be up waiting and I was right. “So; how did it go?”“Great, Mom; we both had a wonderful time.”There was a lull then she spoke again, “Did you try to kiss her?”“No, Mom, but she did kiss me,” I grinned before continuing, “several times, in fact. We're going out again tomorrow. Danny Shea is having a party.”“Just don't forget what I said. I don't want to see her hurt.”“Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to hurt her. I love Rose and I'm in this for the long haul.” I'd told the truth even if I hadn't fully explained my love for Rose. I didn't say anything, but I was certain a very similar inquisition had occurred with Aunt Celia and Rose, just as I was sure our mothers would compare notes early tomorrow morning. I wasn't worried; I hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.I picked Rose up at eight Saturday night. Danny Shea lived only about five miles away in the next village down the highway. We parked on the road and walked hand-in-hand to the front door. The music was almost deafening as we walked in. We met with Danny who offered us beer from a keg. It was tempting, but we opted for sodas instead. I could see that some of the kids were drinking a lot; some were already tipsy and it wasn't even 8:30. I could also see that there were too many kids at the party and that Danny's parents were nowhere to be seen. This could be a recipe for disaster. We stayed until ten dancing almost every dance. Rose actually kissed me in the middle of one.Once I noticed several guys becoming argumentative I knew it was time to leave. We were just getting into my truck when the first police car arrived. We were questioned, but even the cop could see we hadn't anything to drink. “I'm glad you're sober. I hate to find kids killed in traffic accidents.”“Yeah, that's the biggest reason why I only have beer at home,” I replied. We were gone a minute later.“Why'd we leave, Paul? I was having such a good time.”“Because there's going to be trouble, Rose; some of those kids are drunk. There was no supervision and, believe me, there will be some fights unless the cops break up the party. We may be eighteen and legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean we should. I'm responsible for your safety. I'm not taking any chances with you. You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers.” She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me.“I know you're better than that, Paul. You let me win, didn't you?”I laughed then held my hands up in a defensive position. “Who, me?” She joined me in laughing then she hugged me, looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was long and sweet, our tongues dueling for minutes. She broke it, but only to whisper, “Take me to the beach.”All the beaches where we live are private with the exception of an occasional town, county, or state park. We have two beaches in our association; Sill's Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. That's a walk down a long and winding path in a ravine. It's also a long walk back up. The homeowners have improved it, installing benches and a boardwalk where feasible. I drove to Sill's Gully. It was named for a big rock; Sill's Rock; about a half mile straight out from shore in almost twenty feet of water at high tide. There are probably a million rocks on the north shore of Long Island. They all came from New England during the last ice age when they were pushed by a massive glacier and deposited once the glacier receded. I hoped the parking lot would be empty. It was. Rose wanted to go onto the beach so I pulled an old blanket from behind the seat. We walked holding hands under the moon's light.We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. It was April and it was chilly. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. The waistband got stuck on her breasts until I made a concerted effort to pull it out away from her body. “You did that on purpose.” I said.“Of course, I'm not an idiot, you know.” Rose laughed then leaned forward, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest as she kissed me. Ending our dates on the beach became one of our favorite things.We dated every Friday and Saturday night and we often saw each other at family functions like birthday parties or cookouts. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. I know that my mother no longer interrogated me after every date and Rose's mom always welcomed me when I picked her up.We had dated for more than a month, doing everything teenagers could imagine. I had even taken her over to Coram to the drive-in there. We bought the obligatory Cokes and popcorn, returning to the truck while it was still light. It was fun watching the young kids in the playground, many of them clad in pajamas, while their parents looked on. I recalled looking forward to the movie, but we never saw more than ten minutes at a time. The following week we went to another dance, this time at school. One thing about school dances, they ended early; at eleven. Rose and I left around 10:30. I asked Rose if she'd like to get some ice cream, but she shook her head. “You know where I want to go.” I drove to our favorite place; the beach at Sill's Gully.Rose joined me on the blanket. One second I was sitting and looking at the water, the next I was lying back with Rose on top of me. She gripped my head as she ground her lips into mine. Her large globular breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through our clothes. Her legs were wrapped around mine. We kissed and kissed until she broke it. Looking directly into my eyes she spoke quietly, “I'm not as naïve as you think, Paul. I may not have done as many things as you, but I know what they are and how to do them; and I want to do them, too. But first, I think I need to confess something to you. Promise you won't laugh at me?”“Of course, Rose. I'd never laugh at you.”“Okay; here goes; back when we started to see each other; Mom thought I was so thrilled to have a real date. I was thrilled, but because the date was with you. Now; the hard part; I'm sure you know that I love you. I realized about a year ago that it wasn't the same kind of love it was when we were younger. I thought I was a freak; being in love with my cousin, so I was thrilled to learn that we're not.” Rose admitted.I couldn't control myself. I broke out in wild laughter. After only a few seconds I could see that Rose was at the verge of tears.Leaning up I brought her face to mine. “Oh, Rose; I'm definitely not laughing at you. I'm laughing at me.” She gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy. “You see, Rose I've been terrified; struggling with how to tell you exactly the same thing. I love you; I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for; longer than I care to admit. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met and I love being with you. I love kissing you and holding you.”“Touching me?” she asked.“Yes, that will come when you're ready. I know a lot of guys who think that mauling some girl's tits is fun, but it's only fun if you're using it to make her feel great.”“Paul; I'm ready. Make me feel great; please.” She placed her hand on my thigh. My cock responded immediately. I could see that she could feel it; feel it grow. “Oh, Paul it feels so big. Can I see it?” I moved her hands to my belt buckle. It was open a few seconds later.She fumbled with the button on my shorts then pulled my zipper down. She turned to me and kissed me. It was quick but sweet and hot. “I've dreamed of this for so long. It's what I think of when I masturbate. Dreaming of you always makes me so hot.” Rose admitted as she pulled down my shorts and my briefs; my cock sprung up, swinging free in the cool evening. Rose hesitated not at all in touching and stroking me. “Oh; it feels so hot and I can't believe the skin is so soft and smooth. That's kind of a contradiction, isn't it; hard on the inside, yet so soft on the outside.” She shocked me when she leaned down to kiss the tip, testing the sponginess with her lips.“Go ahead, Paul; open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts.”My hands found her blouse buttons, opening them easily despite their tiny size. She shrugged out of the blouse and helped me with the bra's clasp. I gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. They were big; easily a handful for my big muscular paws with their dark brown areolas and hard wrinkled nipples. Despite my strength I knew to be careful and delicate as I massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers.I could sense how turned on Rose was becoming. Even in the dim light I could see her arousal; the way she threw her head back, moaned, and arched her back. What the hell would happen when I touched her pussy? I found out a few minutes later when she jumped up and slipped out of her slacks; her panties following a second later.“Jeez, Rose I hope nobody comes down here. You're naked.”“No; I'm wearing my sneakers.” I groaned at her humor. “Well,” she continued, “you could join me, you know.”“Not much point, is there? If anyone shined a flashlight on me I'd be arrested for indecent exposure, for sure. I'll say one thing; being in love with you sure is interesting. Let's see if I can make it more fun for you.” My mouth replaced one of my hands at her breast while the other explored between her legs. My fingers pushed through her thick curls to find her wet; pussy juice literally running down her thighs. My middle finger ran up and down her slit, tickling her clit several times before finding its way into her tight tunnel. Rose's moans became loud groans as she humped my hand. She continued like this for more than five minutes and it was a good thing I was paying attention. She had straddled my hips and was about to lower herself onto my cock.“NO!” I pushed her up then pulled her to me.“Don't misunderstand me, Rose. I'd love to make love with you; I dream of that day; but not here and not now. We're not doing it without protection. If you got pregnant; well, I don't want to even think about the consequences. I love you, Rose. We'll do it, but under better circumstances and when we're prepared properly.” I pulled her in for a kiss. We hugged for a while, as her passions tapered off, then we dressed and I took her home.That special time came two weeks later. We went again to the Coram drive-in, leaving around eleven so we could get to the beach by 11:30. I had laundered the blanket during the week so it would be clean and soft for what we both wanted so badly. I stopped off in the afternoon, on the way home from school, to buy some condoms. Rose had stayed in the truck at my insistence, but peeked into the bag once I had returned. At first she gasped then she had jumped into my lap and engaged me into a torrid kiss before we resumed our trip home.Our touching had become more daring and more frequent over the past weeks. Rose had confided that she masturbated furiously after our dates.“You get me so hot, Paul. I could never sleep until I can get relief.” I had admitted doing the same. We both thought we were ready now for the next step.I laid the blanket carefully onto an area that was clean of any seaweed and where the pebbles were small and plentiful. North shore Long Island beaches were a combination of sand, rounded pebbles, and rocks. I'd learned at an early age that lying on the pebbles was much more comfortable than lying on the sand which would pack down and become as hard as a rock. Rose and I stood together and kissed as she ran her hands up the back of my shirt. I ran mine down the back of her shorts. We were so hot for each other; our clothes were off in less than a minute.This was the third time we'd been naked together on the beach. Last Friday night we played miniature golf again knowing that we'd be done early. Rose laughed when I let her win again. We came to the beach and undressed each other, eagerly. “Have you done this before, Paul?”“Not exactly like this, Rose. I'm doing this because I love you. The other times were pure lust. I'm sure I lust after you even more, but I also love you terribly.” We kissed then and I pulled her down with me to the blanket. We would both cum, but tonight we would masturbate each other. I lay next to Rose, fondling her right breast with my left hand while I suckled at her left. My right hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt. I wasn't at all surprised to find it gushing with delicious juice. My fingers found her tunnel and fucked her at a frenetic pace. Her hand found my cock, but I restrained her. I wanted to make sure that she had a very pleasurable experience, one she'd want again and again. She writhed in her ecstasy; and when I moved my finger to her clit she came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs until she collapsed into my arms.I clutched her back by running my arm between her legs and my hand over her butt. I could feel her humping against my forearm as her orgasm went on and on. Finally, it ended with a sigh, as though all the air had been forced from her lungs. I moved to hold her, but she was quicker; her lips mashed into mine as though all her passion was escaping through her mouth. I looked down to find she was almost unconscious. I held her gently until she stirred. “Oh, Paul; what was that? It was so incredible; overwhelming.”“I'd say you had the mother of all orgasms. Do you remember screaming for like thirty seconds?” She looked incredulous. “You did. I hope nobody calls the cops.”“I didn't do that, did I?” Rose was astounded at my accounting of her climax. I just nodded and pulled her in for yet another sensational kiss. She broke it a minute later to ask, “Can we wait a bit before I take care of you?”“Of course, I'll wait forever for you. You know that.”“I don't want you to wait that long. I want to take care of you just like you took care of me. Besides, I want to see how that big hard thing you have really works.”I laughed. “I only have one piece of advice, Rose; move to the side. Don't aim it anywhere near your face unless you want an early bath. Don't forget, the water's really cold now.” She looked unsure so I continued, “When I cum I'll probably shoot two or three feet into the air. You don't want to get in the way. I doubt your folks would be too thrilled to have you come home with semen in your hair. Mine would probably kill me.”“Don't worry. I'll protect you.” Even Rose had to laugh at that one. “Okay, I'll stay out of the way.” I pulled her to me for another kiss. I felt her hand on me as our lips came together. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as her hand gripped and stroked me. She kissed me passionately, but broke it after only a few seconds. “Sorry, but I want to see this.” She sat up to stroke me with both hands. She gripped me tightly, her hands moving faster and faster.My breathing became rapid and shallow as my orgasm approached. Suddenly, the familiar feeling was there. “Rose!” But instead of aiming away from her body she twisted my cock so my first spray hit between her breasts. The second struck just a trifle lower. All in all she took seven forceful rivers of slick white semen onto her magnificent body before the final weak eruption flew a mere six inches from my cock. I lay there on the blanket totally drained.To be continued in part 2. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

  The Art of Grief – Hope and wonder in the face of environmental collapse… PART 2: Grief Artfully Expressed becomes a Sacrament of Kinship  Caroline re-welcomes last week's guest Eiren Caffall, science writer with the soul of a poet, the author of “The Mourner's Bestiary” “Lyrical reports from the apocalypse” “The Mourner's Bestiary is a meditation on grief and survival told through the stories of animals in two collapsing marine ecosystems—the Gulf of Maine and the Long Island Sound—and the lives of a family facing a life-threatening illness on their shores. The Gulf of Maine is the world's fastest-warming marine ecosystem, and the Long Island Sound has been the site of conservation battles that predict the necessary dedications ahead for the Gulf. Eiren Caffall carries a family legacy of two hundred years of genetic kidney disease, raising a child who may also. The Mourner's Bestiary braids environmental research with a memoir of generational healing, and the work it takes to get there for the human and animal lives caught in tides of loss.”   Eiren Caffall is a writer and musician based in Chicago. Her writing on loss and nature, oceans and extinction has appeared in Guernica, The Los Angeles Review of Books, Literary Hub, Al Jazeera, The Rumpus, and the anthology Elementals: Volume IV Fire, forthcoming in 2024 from The Center for Humans and Nature. She received a 2023 Whiting Award in Creative Nonfiction, a Social Justice News Nexus fellowship, and residencies at the Banff Centre, Millay Colony, MacDowell Colony (waitlisted), Hedgebrook, and Ragdale. Her novel, All the Water in the World, is slated for release by St. Martin's Press in early 2025. ErinCaffall.com Caroline W. Casey · www.CoyoteNetworkNews.com · Patreon The post The Visionary Activist Show – The Art of Grief appeared first on KPFA.

Seawanhaka Corinthian Yacht Club in Oyster Bay on the North Shore of Long Island was the birthplace of International Rule Six Meter boats. In 2025, the "Santa Claus of 6 Metres," a Swiss-Canadian named Rainer Muller, hopes to bring his Sixes collection to anchor the 2025 World Championship in Long Island Sound. Over 20 Six Metres, dating from 1924 to contemporary, are expected to be on the line.

When hunting in black duck country, a thermos full of coffee is mandatory—not for the caffeine or warmth but to keep your spirits up. On the marshes where black ducks live, they make up the bulk of every bird you see. The problem is, they want nothing to do with you. Of the over two dozen duck species that migrate along the Atlantic Flyway, the black duck is the only one rumored to be able to count. Too many decoys, and a black duck won't commit. Too few decoys, and they'll keep buzzing. The lucky number? Seven, according to old-timers from Long Island Sound. Even-numbered decoy spreads, they insist, indicate a duck hunter. Now, I can't attest to the black duck's ability to count, but I do know they're tough suckers to hunt. They're brutally wary. They shy away from most natural-looking decoy spreads, almost always avoid a duck call, and fly in such small numbers that one shot is usually all you get. To avoid heartbreak and frustration, hunters must ditch the usual duck hunting playbook and adopt strategies honed over generations of being outwitted.

Grief & Mourning artfully expressed becomes a Sacrament of Kinship Caroline welcomes Eiren Caffall, author of “The Mourner's Bestiary” “Lyrical reports from the apocalypse” The Mourner's Bestiary is a meditation on grief and survival told through the stories of animals in two collapsing marine ecosystems—the Gulf of Maine and the Long Island Sound—and the lives of a family facing a life-threatening illness on their shores. The Gulf of Maine is the world's fastest-warming marine ecosystem, and the Long Island Sound has been the site of conservation battles that predict the fights ahead for the Gulf. Eiren Caffall carries a family legacy of two hundred years of genetic kidney disease, raising a child who may also. The Mourner's Bestiary braids environmental research with a memoir of generational healing, and the work it takes to get there for the human and animal lives caught in tides of loss. “Insightful and deeply researched…Caffall looks into the nuances of individual human survival and the survival of our planet as a whole.” Hope and wonder in the face of environmental collapse… The post The Visionary Activist Show – Sacrament of Kinship appeared first on KPFA.

Rob and Scott return to their dialog about modernism, inflation, and F. Scott Fitzgerald's celebrated 1925 novel The Great Gatsby (click here for Part 1). During their conversation, our co-hosts forge connections between the novel's many complications of time and space and the attitudes to money and identity explored in the first part of this mini-series. For instance, they consider The Great Gatsby's unusual manner of imagining the spatial dis/connectedness of West Egg, the ‘Valley of Ashes' and New York City; the strange ways in which characters seem to be passively ‘borne' between these locations; the ambiguous role that bonds of various kinds play in the text; and Nick Carraway's blurry impressionist method of narrating (or accounting for) the events of the story. Along the way, Rob and Scott revisit one of the text's most enduring symbols, the elusive figure of the green light, which burns bright from the end of Tom and Daisy Buchanan's dock on Long Island Sound. Associated both with U.S. money and the marvel of electricity, the novel's green light points to the powers of public provisioning that conduct modern life and serves as a mysterious beacon of hope in which, we're told, Gatsby continues to believe until the end. For Rob and Scott, this green light reveals the novel's “political unconscious,” here understood as the process by which a repressed history of public provisioning nevertheless comes to contour the modern novel's many formal and affective constructions. Finally, our co-hosts point to the U.S. government's mass printing of copies of The Great Gatsby for its G.I.s during WW2, an act of public provisioning that proved foundational for the subsequent widespread popularity of Fitzgerald's book and its canonization of as a classic of American literary modernism. Novel printer go brrr…!Music: “Yum” from “This Would Be Funny If It Were Happening to Anyone but Me” EP by flirting.flirtingfullstop.bandcamp.com/Twitter: @actualflirting

Mixing assassins and child care; what could go wrong?In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..“Lying is fine, but take care to not cause suffering because that makes it wrong.”Keys jingled and Timothy walked through the door."Mr. Denver," Nikita got off before I could make introductions."Oh, you must be the cop," Timothy snorted."Does Cáel have so many we are labelled by profession?" her suspicious nature flared up."Nah. Unlike Gomer here," was he calling me a hick?"I'm New York born and bred. I know a police issued Beretta in a hip holster even under a jacket. Also, the next time Cáel calls me Mr. Denver will be the first," Timothy chuckled. "If it's any consolation, I can see why he's risking grave bodily injury by going out with you.""Does he think I'll shoot him if I catch him screwing around behind my back?" she asked pleasantly."Pretty much," Timothy winked at me."Good boy," she patted my cheek."Ah, the prospect of imminent pain reminds me; Timothy, I need two more favors," I begged."This is going to be good," Timothy replied sarcastically."I've got four girls lined up for Saturday night; three high society children and Nikita here. Is this okay, or do I need to take this somewhere else?" I began."This the nine year old?" he questioned."Aya and her two sisters," I replied."Sure. Every Park Avenue babe should get to meet a gay tattoo artist from Queens once in their life before Prom," Timothy nodded sagely. "The other thing.""Yeah; could you double-date with me. There is this school teacher who rooms with her older sister. The sister came through a nasty breakup recently and the teacher asked me if I could help out," I tried to sound upbeat."Wow; I don't know what to say," Timothy's mouth gaped. "I don't know what's dumber; asking your gay roommate to distract his fuck-mates sister so he doesn't end up screwing them both, or requesting this in front of the cop you are almost dating?""Wah; huh; what he said; that last part," Nikita glared at me."Hey, now," I warded her off. "There's barely a week of school left. Then she'll get a summer job and I won't be taking the kids to school anymore and that will be that.""You are sleeping with a teacher at the school your girls attend?" she gasped. "Why?""She's hot," I declared. Nikita looked shocked. "I mean really hot. Not as gorgeous as you, but she's very attractive."Don't think I'd lost my damn mind. I had, in fact, learned something over four years of being far hornier than smart. See, when a girl thinks you are true blue and you cheat, you are a scumbag. If a girl thinks you've slept around and now you are hers and hers alone, you cheating still makes you dirt, but that is ameliorated by the deep-seated fear that she did something wrong.If you are openly a man-whore when you start dating, you can cheat. She thinks she's weaning you off your promiscuous ways. This toleration is not limitless, so be warned. Make every indiscretion count. Eventually she will give up and dump you. Refer to the break-up sex discussion earlier.My mentor once asked me if one woman would ever be enough. I told her that I always thought one woman would be enough and I was always wrong. One of these days I hoped to meet a woman who could satisfy my sexual urges and could keep my balls in a vice to stop me from straying. Then I'd be happy."You need to stop that," Nikita threatened me. "My fiancé cheated on me. I'm not going to put up with it from you.""I already promised them I'd go out at least once," I reasoned. "You wouldn't want me to treat you like that.""I'm not them," she bit her lower lip. "This roving eye of yours has got to stop and soon." See; a license to cheat. I really liked Nikita and I wanted to make an effort to keep her happy. Somehow I could keep my libido under some kind of restraint; for 80 days. Then my co-workers at Havenstone would own me like their prison bitch, providing I was still alive."I'll do my best," I promised. We hugged and kissed. She wasn't gone thirty seconds when my phone rang. It was Odette. I told her to come on over so Timothy shot me with his Nerf gun."Cáel, consider having sex with me," Timothy teased."What? I'm not gay," I pouted."Oh, I know but you'll be dead soon so the sexual ambiguity won't be something you have to deal with for long," Timothy laughed."I'll put it on my bucket list," I sighed. "Double-dating with me?""Sure. It isn't like life with you has been dull," Timothy taunted me. I groaned.(Friday)"I have today off," Odette murmured to me as I cut off the alarm. That had to have been the issue she'd been holding back on last night."I have to work; being the first week of my three month internship and all," I sighed."Are you sure I can't convince you to be late?" she gave me a sultry look.She compounded that offer by stretching out, her knees in place so that her ass rose and wiggled suggestively. Last night I had introduced Odette to a form of doggy-style that didn't involve the man trying to drive her skull through the headboard. We had a long, dual-participant, sensual melding of bodies, control passing back and forth until the need for sleep became something she despised even as it took her."Not fair," I groaned into my pillow. When I looked out, she was still giving me that sexually hungry look and wiggling that ass. Why do I even pretend that I can have a normal sex life? I found myself arriving late and changing in the elevator on the way to the Executive Services floor. The two women with me were a viewing gallery I could have done without.Since I put everything on display; remember; no underwear; one of my two fellow travelers felt permitted to rub her hands along my abs while I was pulling my pants on."Goddess, he's hard," she moaned to her companion. "Come, have a feel." I didn't protest. Technically, stripping naked in a public place could get me fired."His back is very nicely defined," the other side as she ran her hands over my back and shoulders. "What is it that you do?""I'm with Executive Services," I replied. "Right now I'm suborned to Product Testing. I teach monkeys to ride unicycles." Their confused looks humored me."Actually, I'm with ES and I'm a gopher; I pick up stuff," I grinned."Oh; you are that guy from the elevator; the kneeling man," the first woman exclaimed. "They said you were funny. Goddess, our man sure is hot, but he is so dull.""Let me guess; you are with the Financial Investigations Unit?" I said. Trent."Yes," she smiled. Orgy time. "He's just as good looking, but you are so much more fun. My sister can't wait for you to become available.""Sister?" I prodded."Daphne Pale," she smiled suggestively yet again. My face lit up."Daphne?" I caught the lady off-guard by hugging her. "I think Daphne is great," I stepped back. "She's really nice to me. She's smart, gives good advice and treats me like I'm something more than a walking, breathing annoyance. What's your name?""Brielle," she informed me."Beautiful name," I remarked, as I went back to dressing."Do they let you see other women; besides those of ES?" the second woman questioned."I don't see any Havenstone women for 79 more days," I stated. "Corporate policy. After that, all requests for hunting licenses are submitted to Desiree; non-lethal weaponry only until I develop more refined survival skills."Blink. Blink."You are joking, right?" Woman Two muttered."Nope. Katrina feels it will be a great third quarter kick-off. Let some women get out of the office for a weekend. Besides, I get to hunt those hunting me. I think it will be fun, don't you?" I hummed along."Desiree?" the second woman asked for clarification as she pulled out her phone. I nodded. The doors opened; my floor; so I stepped out and hustled to Katrina's office with only seconds to spare. The meeting was normal, right up until Dora adjusted my tie as we were exiting the office."Where did you dress? A closet with the lights out?" she teased."In the elevator on the way up," I confessed. "Daphne, I met your sister; Brielle," in case she had more than one. "She felt up my stomach and I made her laugh," I added."You let her touch you?" Tigger inquired."Cáel, did you come to work dressed like you normally do?" Daphne teased."Yep," sighed."So you were naked in the elevator," Violet snickered."Yep," I confirmed."You should be relocated for that," Fabiola sneered."Damn Fabiola, why do you; what would he be relocated for? Getting dressed?" Paula groaned."He was naked in front of an employee," Fabiola explained."Two actually," I clarified. "They both did touch my naked flesh. It was a bonding experience.""Did you do any actual 'bonding'?" Dora winked."I hugged Brielle, but that was only because she was Daphne's sister and I'm not allowed to hug Daphne at this time," I answered."You can hug me; in a purely platonic way," Daphne murmured.We were at Buffy's desk; I was working with her today."Okay," I nodded. I took a single stride to Daphne. She closed with me and I put my arms around her waist. Daphne put her hands on my shoulders. Our heads got closer and closer. I let my hands roam higher up her back and through her long locks.Nose touched nose, I ran my hands through her hair until I tickled the back of her ears. Daphne's lips parted and her tongue played along the edges. I let my breath play along her cheeks as I worked to her left ear. I felt a sharp pain in my right ass."Ow!" I squalled; after I pulled away from Daphne's ear.I tried to fully spin around, but Daphne wasn't letting go. I caught sight of a furious Buffy, small knife in hand, burning holes in me with her eyes.

Save the Sound does a biennial report card for the water quality in Long Island Sound. The 2024 report just dropped and we wanted to break down the takeaways. Peter Linderoth, Director of Water Quality at Save the Sound, shared the findings and gave recommendations to help improve our local water health.  For more information: https://www.savethesound.org/ IMAGE CREDIT:  iStock / Getty Images Plus

Water quality in the Long Island Sound is improving. Clean water advocates in New York are celebrating an announcement from the White House. Candidates running to represent Connecticut's 5th congressional district debated last night. Three Connecticut cities will get millions in federal funding to remove lead from houses. And one of Connecticut's state parks is celebrating it's 100th birthday.

Laura Modlin interviews Bill Lucey, Soundkeeper for the Long Island Sound with Save the Sound, about eels migrating out to the North Atlantic after decades spent in Connecticut's rivers and streams and what they encounter here. Aired October 6, 2024.

Lightship Overfalls, photo by Jeremy D'Entremont The Lightship Overfalls, more properly known as the LV-118 or the WAL 539, was the last lightship built under the U.S. Lighthouse Service. Built in East Boothbay, Maine, in 1938, the 116-foot-long vessel incorporated the latest features of lightship design at the time. The LV-118 saw duty in several locations in its active career. From 1938 to 1957 it was at Cornfield Point, at the east end of Long Island Sound off Old Saybrook, Connecticut. From 1958 to 1962 it served at the Cross Rip station near Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts. And from 1962 to 1972 it marked the approach to Boston Harbor, six miles east of Boston Light. John Bolster and his grandson ringing the ship's bell aboard the Lightship Overfalls From 1938 to 1957, the LV-118 was at Cornfield Point, at the east end of Long Island Sound. (USLHS archives) Today, the Lightship Overfalls is a National Historic Landmark. Thanks to thousands of hours put in by countless volunteers, the vessel is fully restored and is open to the public on the Lewes waterfront. The guest in this episode, John Bolster, is the curator and a board member for the Overfalls Foundation.

  For transcriptions and more detailed shownotes, please go to: https://swordschool.shop/blogs/podcast/episode-195-pirates-with-dr-jamie-goodall To support the show, come join the Patrons at  https://www.patreon.com/theswordguy Dr. Jamie L.H. Goodall is a historian at the U.S. Army Center of Military History in Washington, D.C. She is the author of Pirates of the Chesapeake Bay: From the Colonial Era to the Oyster Wars, National Geographic's Pirates: Shipwrecks, Conquests, and their Lasting Legacy, Pirates and Privateers from Long Island Sound to Delaware Bay, and The Daring Exploits of Black Sam Bellamy: From Cape Cod to the Caribbean. She has a BA in Archeology, an MA in Public History and Museum Studies, both from Appalachian State University, and a PhD in history from Ohio State. In our conversation we discuss why pirates are seen as so glamorous – the clothes, the swashbuckling, the adventure, the accent. But you won't be surprised to hear that the life of a pirate was somewhat different to this. Jamie explains about pirate culture, and the democracies on board ship, the arrangements around compensation, and the famous “Pirate Code.” We hear about the successful pirate, Black Sam Bellamy, AKA the Prince of Pirates, who had a reputation for being a kinder pirate, and how that worked for him. As you'll expect from The Sword Guy Podcast, we have a chat about weapons and fighting. What weapons did pirates use? Were they as bloodthirsty as we've been led to believe? We also find out Jamie's hopes for a biopic of Black Sam Bellamy, and her upcoming book about the taverns, inns and public houses of Virginia.

A mutiny aboard a Spanish ship, La Amistad, occurred in 1839 resulting in four deaths. The ship would make its way to Long Island Sound where it was captured by a U.S. naval vessel. Onboard were 50 kidnapped Africans, who had been sold into slavery and who would have to undergo nearly two years of court cases to try to earn their freedom. This case drew international attention due to legal action in New Haven, Hartford, and the Supreme Court in Washington. Telling the story are two officials with the New Haven Museum: Jason Bischoff Wurstle, Director of Photo Archives, and Joanna Steinberg, Director of Learning and Engagements.

It's Talk Like A Pirate Day and that makes it the perfect time to invite pirate historians Jamie Goodall and Rebecca Simon to talk about pirate mythology, superstitions at sea, and our favorite books and movies about swashbucklers.About our guests:Jamie Goodall is  a historian at the U.S. Army Center of Military History in Washington, D.C.  She also teaches part-time at Southern New Hampshire University in their College of Online & Continuing Education. She is the author of Pirates of the Chesapeake Bay: From the Colonial Era to the Oyster Wars (Charleston, SC: The History Press, 2020), National Geographic's Pirates: Shipwrecks, Conquests, and their Lasting Legacy (Washington, D.C.: National Geographic, 2021), Pirates and Privateers from Long Island Sound to Delaware Bay (Charleston, SC: The History Press, 2022), and The Daring Exploits of Black Sam Bellamy: From Cape Cod to the Caribbean (Charleston, SC: The History Press, 2023).Rebecca Simon is a historian of early modern piracy, Colonial America, the Atlantic World, and maritime history. She earned her PhD from King's College London in 2017. My dissertation, entitled: “The Crimes of Piracy and its Punishment: The Performance of Maritime Supremacy in the British Atlantic World, 1670 – 1830,” examines British maritime and legal supremacy in its early American colonies in regards to maritime piracy. She uses the public executions of pirates in London and the Americas as my narrative to see how the colonists reacted to increased legal restrictions by British authorities, which ultimately led to new ideas of autonomy.

The Technologically Speaking Podcast sits down with Lindsay Gabbert, a microbiologist at the S&T Plum Island Animal Disease Center (PIADC). Lindsay and her colleagues at PIADC are on the front lines keeping dangerous animal diseases at bay and away from our farms. She talks about what the greatest threats are and what S&T and PIADC are doing to thwart them. She also shares anecdotes about her time working at PIADC, one of the most interesting and unique labs in the United States, nestled on a small and historic island in the Long Island Sound.

Doug Grabe, owner of Surfside Hotel, talked about his connection to fishing and Long Island Sound ahead of the annual Greatest Bluefish Tournament on Earth. We also asked if it's possible for competitors to fish from his Stratford beachfront hotel!

Connoisseur Media's Kristin Okesson was in with Chaz and AJ to talk about the $25,000 grand prize in the Greatest Bluefish Tournament on Earth, happening next weekend on Long Island Sound. There's over $40,000 in prizes available in total, but none for anyone attempting to cheat their way through the tournament. 

Send us a Text Message.I'm thrilled to share some incredible insights from my latest episode featuring the remarkable Miles. Miles is not just a father, entrepreneur, and adventurer, but a man with a profound perspective on life that I believe will resonate deeply with you. Here are some of the key takeaways from our conversation:Key Lessons and Ideas:Fatherhood and Mentorship: Miles shares how being a dad has profoundly influenced his approach to mentoring entrepreneurs and shaped his life decisions.Graceful Separation: He opens up about his past marriage, emphasizing the importance of effective communication and maturity in navigating significant life changes.Time and Spiritual Growth: Miles reflects on his unique upbringing and the concept of "mind over matter," stressing the importance of investing in spiritual growth and legacy.Stoicism and New Experiences: He delves into stoicism, the perception of time, and how engaging in new experiences can create meaningful memories.Adventurous Spirit: Miles recounts thrilling adventures, from scuba diving to a significant journey to the Middle East, offering lessons on understanding cultural complexities.Entrepreneurial Journey: He discusses his venture into venture capital, mobile media, and his current projects, including a media and entertainment app called Relay.Freedom of Belief: Miles shares his thoughts on recognizing one's role in societal issues and the key message from his book, "Line in the Sand."Curiosities to Spark Your Interest:Watercolor Painting: Miles finds solace and creativity in painting watercolors, a practice that helps him break away from routine.Movie Reviews and Blog: He shares his passion for movie reviews and random thoughts on his blog, offering a unique perspective on art and film.Adventurous Activities: From kayaking across Long Island Sound to exploring the Middle East post-9/11, Miles' stories are sure to ignite your adventurous spirit.Connect and Explore:Book: Check out "Line in the Sand" for more of his insights and experiences.Artwork and Critiques: Visit his website to view his oil paintings and movie critiques.Support the Show: Don't forget to visit uncensoredadviceformen.com for merchandise and further resources.I encourage you to listen to this episode and immerse yourself in his' journey. His story is a testament to embracing opportunities, taking calculated risks, and continuously seeking new adventures and challenges. Let's make the most of the opportunities that come our way!Support the Show.Next Steps Share your thoughts with a review - https://www.uncensoredadviceformen.com/reviews/ Let's connect on LinkedIn - https://www.linkedin.com/in/joshuabrucewilson/ Subscribe and Watch on YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCI11BikVb5CbEwIwjmR89Iw

How many Long Islanders have seen the now VIRAL Pickle Sandwich everyone has been running to get?! We're spilling on how it's taken the world by storm as well as sipping a delicious Fume Blanc from Osprey's Dominion for our Taste of Long Island this week. National French Fry Day and World Skydiving Day fall this week and we're telling you about some of our amazing partners. The ladies also dive into "eyebrow blindness" and talk all things Love Island USA!#TasteOfLongIslandFermented in oak barrels, a select amount of which are new French oak.Osprey's Dominion is comprised of 90 acres of Carmenere, Pinot Gris, and Sauvignon Blanc in the heart of Peconic Long Island, New York.Visit ospreysdominion.com for more infoWant to be featured on Taste of Long Island and be featured on our social channels and website? Email us at Spillthetea@discoverlongisland.com#LongIslandLife-Long Island Music and Entertainment Hall of Fame Awards $10,000 in Scholarships to Highschool Students from All Across Long Island -Gurneys & Topping Rose House are nominated for Condé Nast Traveler Readers' Choice 2024 Awards—a survey of the best-loved accommodations and destinations on the planet. Voting just ended, winners will be announced in October!New Blog: Long Island Beach Reads!Read more: www.discoverlongisland.com/blogNational French Fry Day (July 12th)Visit www.discoverlongisland.com to check out our PLETHORA of restaurant partners who can serve up some delicious fries to celebrateSome of our Favorites:The Shed (Tier 3)The Union (Tier 3)Tap Room (Brand Partner)All Steakhouses (Insignia, One10, Blackstone, Rare650, Bijou and more)World Skydiving Day (July 13th)Long Island Skydiving - Calverton: Located just 50 miles from the city, our drop zone is super easy to access and our views are second to none.Experience the Empire State from a whole new angle. Soar above the Long Island Sound, taking in the picturesque Twin Forks, Westhampton Beach, the Atlantic Ocean, Smith Point County Park, and the Fire Island National Seashore. On clear days, you can even see all the way to Montauk and New York City!ASK US ANYTHING!DM us on Instagram or email us at spillthetea@discoverlongisland.com. Tell us what you want to hear! Whether it is Long Island related or not, the ladies are here to spill some tea with you!FOLLOW US:Follow The Long Island Tea podcast on TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter @LongIslandTeaPodcastWRITE TO US:Email spillthetea@discoverlongisland.com if you are interested in collaborating with us, need some "uncorked advice” or if you just want to say “How you doin?”RATE AND REVIEW US:Be sure to leave us a 5-star rating and review wherever you're listening, and screenshot your review for $5 off our Merch!WEAR US:Shop Long Island merch at shop.discoverlongisland.comTimestamps:(01:30) Kristen's Birthday Week(09:40) Taste of Long Island; Osprey's Dominion(12:40) Gettin' Local / Discover Long Island App(13:45) Eyebrow Blindness(17:00) NYC Trip Recap(18:00) Famous LI Pickle Sandwich(24:00) Amazon Shop, our New Blog and Sharon's Book Club(27:00) Musical Theater Scholarships and Legally Blonde Coming to LI(28:50) National French Fry Day; Best Fries on LI(30:00) World Skydiving Day; July 13th(35:00) LI Ducks Giveaway; July 19th(37:00) Love Island USA and other Binge-worthy Shows(42:00) Discover Long Island on YouTube; New Vids Coming Soon on Splish Splash and Silly Lily's and Our New Merch Coming Soon! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A study finds sea level rise threatens infrastructure near Long Island Sound. Nassau lawmakers pass a bill banning trans-women from playing on women's sports teams at county facilities. Proposed legislation would expand who is eligible for Pell Grants. And a WSHU reporter details his experience getting information from the Connecticut Port Authority.

What in the Blue Blazes is this? Each year in the first weekend of June runners gather to traverse 112 miles along the New England Trail cutting down the middle of Connecticut from the MA border to the Long Island Sound in Guilford. This episode features  Chris Bennett, Steve Starke, Fan Favorite Jacki Smith and Celeste Fong as they share their experience with this New England Classic. CUT112 2024 Results Get your official Cultra Clothes and other Cultra TRP PodSwag at our store! Outro music by Nick Byram Become a Cultra Crew Patreon Supporter  basic licker.  If you lick us, we will most likely lick you right back Cultra Facebook Fan Page Go here to talk shit and complain and give us advice that we wont follow Cultra Trail Running Instagram Don't watch this with your kids Sign up for a race at Live Loud Running and feel better Buy Fred's Book Running Home More Information on the #CUT112   

This week Jamie Goodall joins #HATM regulars John Wyatt Greenlee and Leah Lagrone to get to the bottom of a serious question: to which generation does The Goonies belong. We are up to no good in this episode and even through in some pirate history to boot. HATM never says die.About our guests:Dr. John Wyatt Greenlee is  a medievalist and a cartographic historian. His academic research is primarily driven by questions of how people perceive and reproduce their spaces:  how movement through the world — both experiential and imagined — becomes codified in visual and written maps. You can find him on twitter at @greenleejw Dr. Leah LaGrone is an assistant professor of history and public history director. She graduated from Texas Christian University in Fort Worth, Texas, with a PhD in history focused on borderlands, labor, and gender studies in early 20th century. Her research examines state legislation and the discourse on minimum wages for women, specifically the connections of sex work with low wages. Her current book project, “A Woman's Worth: How Race and Respectability Politics Influenced Minimum Wage Policies,” demonstrates that the politics around race and the minimum wage for women drove conversations among labor, politicians, and progressive reformers about the future of white supremacy in Texas. Dr. Jamie L.H. Goodall is a historian at the U.S. Army Center of Military History in Washington, D.C. All views expressed on my website are my own and are not reflective of my employer, the U.S. Army, or the Department of Defense. She also teaches part-time at Southern New Hampshire University in their College of Online & Continuing Education. She is the author of Pirates of the Chesapeake Bay: From the Colonial Era to the Oyster Wars (Charleston, SC: The History Press, 2020), National Geographic's Pirates: Shipwrecks, Conquests, and their Lasting Legacy (Washington, D.C.: National Geographic, 2021), Pirates and Privateers from Long Island Sound to Delaware Bay (Charleston, SC: The History Press, 2022), and The Daring Exploits of Black Sam Bellamy: From Cape Cod to the Caribbean (Charleston, SC: The History Press, 2023).

Our region reacts to yesterday's verdict for former President Donald Trump. Michelle Troconis is sentenced to 20 years for her involvement in the murder of Jennifer Dulos. Fairfield residents express their frustration with UI. Figures show Long Island Sound is riddled with party balloons. And early music comes to eastern Connecticut this weekend!

A new report gave most Long Island Sound beaches decent grades for water quality. A plan to retain healthcare workers in Connecticut would pay off some of their student loans. A group of pro-palestinian protesters at SUNY Stony Brook appeared in court this week. Governor Lamont clarifies a police body camera law. And a Connecticut native and Sacred Heart student is inducted into the esteemed Explorers Club.

Harmonies of Healing: A Journey through Trauma and Music - Rene Brouchard Welcome to the Long Island Sound Podcast, your portal to the captivating world of music discovery and artist's journeys! In this episode, Harmonies of Healing, we delve into the profound intersection of trauma, music, and self-discovery. Join host Steve Yusko on a deeply insightful exploration as he sits down with artist, writer, and musician René Bouchard, for an intimate conversation and performance. In this episode, we unravel Bouchard's journey navigating complex trauma and dissociation, culminating in a transformative encounter with the concept of Secondary Structural Dissociation (SSD). Discover how Bouchard found solace and empowerment through understanding and compassion, leading to the creation of poignant songs that echo her innermost struggles and triumphs. Through candid discussions and soul-stirring melodies, Harmonies of Healing offers a unique glimpse into the resilience of the human spirit and the power of creative expression in overcoming adversity. Join us as we elevate awareness, reduce stigma, and foster community connections in a space of empathy and understanding. Tune in to The Long Island Sound podcast, and this episode, Harmonies of Healing and embark on a journey of self-compassion, curiosity, and the healing power of music. Don't miss out on this transformative experience. Https://linktr.ee/thelongislandsoundpodcast Chapters 00:00 Introduction and Overview 06:10 Understanding Secondary Structural Disassociation 14:18 The Creative Process of Songwriting Subscribe now to join the fun, enhance your music knowledge, and discover the captivating backstories of your favorite artists. Let the music discovery begin onThe Long Island Sound Podcast!

Caroline Doctorow: Preserving Folk Traditions & How to Craft Original Songs Welcome to the Long Island Sound Podcast, your portal to the captivating world of music discovery and artist journeys! Connect with the pod! Maryland's Common Ground Music Join us on The Long Island Sound podcast as we delve into the world of folk music with the talented Caroline Doctorow. As an American folk singer-songwriter and daughter of the late author E. L. Doctorow, Caroline brings a unique perspective to her craft. Known for her rich, expressive voice and her interpretations of traditional folk songs, as well as her own original compositions, Caroline's music is a blend of folk, Americana, and storytelling. In this episode, Caroline shares insights into her career, her musical influences, and her approach to songwriting. From preserving folk traditions to crafting original stories, Caroline's dedication to the genre shines through in every note. Host Steve Yusko, a curious amateur musician, explores Caroline's journey, offering listeners a behind-the-scenes look at the creative process. Caroline also treats us to two of her captivating songs featured in the episode: "The Nightbird," a tribute to the famous WNEW DJ Alison Steele, and "Everyday Can't be Saturday Night." These songs showcase Caroline's ability to weave compelling narratives and evoke emotions through her music. Tune in to discover the magic of folk music, gain valuable tips for aspiring songwriters, and enjoy the enchanting melodies of Caroline Doctorow. Don't miss out on this captivating episode of The Long Island Sound podcast! #FolkMusic #SingerSongwriter #LongIslandMusic #MusicDiscovery #SongwritingTips 00:00 Introduction and Background of Carolyn Dockdrow 06:46 The Power of Empathy in Music 28:23 Tips for Getting Exposure on Radio Stations 39:33 The Impact of Music on Social Justice Subscribe now to join the fun, enhance your music knowledge, and discover the captivating backstories of your favorite artists. Let the music trivia games begin on The Long Island Sound Podcast!

The bad and the ugly of treating life like an action film, who the heck is responsible for a school shooting?, the solar eclipse brought messages from God, a Long Island Man goes a little Thelma and Louise, and a country star who really hates chairs. Subscribe to Tenderfoot+ for daily ad-free listening - https://tenderfoot.tv/plus/ Follow This Day in Crime on Social X: @tenderfootTV, @thisdayincrime_ IG: @tenderfoot.tv, @thisdayincrime Episode Sources: Parents of Michigan school shooter sentenced, CNN James and Jennifer Crumbley, a school shooter's parents, are sentenced to 10-15 years, NPR Virginia school assistant principal faces charges after 6-year-old shot teacher, Fox News Ex-Assistant Principal at School Where 6-Year-Old Shot Teacher Is Indicted, NY Times Driver survives 100-foot plunge into Long Island Sound during police chase, Fox News Florida woman charged with freeway shootings amid eclipse said she was 'directed by God', USA Today Woman claiming God told her to go on shooting spree because of solar eclipse shoots drivers on Florida interstate, police say, CBS News Morgan Wallen Could Face 6 Years in Prison — but There's a 'Very Remote' Chance He Will, Says Legal Expert, People Morgan Wallen Nashville arrest: Country star's history of legal troubles and controversy, Fox News To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Connecticut Ultra Traverse (CUT) is a point to point trail running event with two options: 112 Miles, or 50 Mile. The #CUT112 is a 112 mile trail running event following the Blue Blazes of the New England Trail (NET) from the MA-CT border to the Long Island Sound in Guilford, CT starting at 8:00AM on Friday May 31, 2024 .  This Episode features an expert panel of Crew and participants who offer insight on this awesome event. See the YouTube Version of this Episode  The CUT112 Face Book Page Sign Up for the #CUT112  Get your official Cultra Clothes and other Cultra TRP PodSwag at our store! Outro music by Nick Byram Become a Cultra Crew Patreon Supporter  basic licker.  If you lick us, we will most likely lick you right back Cultra Facebook Fan Page Go here to talk shit and complain and give us advice that we wont follow Cultra Trail Running Instagram Don't watch this with your kids Twitter @BlueBlazeRunner Sign up for a race at Live Loud Running and feel better Buy Fred's Book Running Home More Information on the #CUT112   

There were few experienced swimmers among over 1,300 Lower East Side residents who boarded the General Slocum on June 15, 1904. It shouldn't have mattered, since the steamship was chartered only for a languid excursion from Manhattan to Long Island Sound. But a fire erupted minutes into the trip, forcing hundreds of terrified passengers into the water. By the time the captain found a safe shore for landing, 1,021 had perished.  "Ship Ablaze: The Tragedy of the Steamboat General Slocum" draws on firsthand accounts to examine why the death toll was so high and how the city responded. Masterfully capturing both the horror of the event and the heroism of men, women, and children who faced crumbling life jackets and inaccessible lifeboats as the inferno quickly spread, historian Edward T. O'Donnell brings to life a bygone community while honoring the victims of that forgotten day. Edward O'Donnell's website: https://edwardtodonnell.com/ The author on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/inthepastlane/ The author on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@inthepastlane The author on Twitter/X: https://twitter.com/InThePastLane The author on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/InThePastLanePodcast Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

When Annette Vega was seven years old, she found out the man she called "dad" wasn't her biological father. But all she knew was that her mom had had a teenage romance with a guy named Angel Garcia. Annette has searched for Angel for more than 30 years. That search is coming to the end."The Unmarked Graveyard: Stories from Hart Island" is a new series from Radio Diaries that tells the stories of seven people buried on Hart Island through a range of circumstances. Hart Island, an uninhabited strip of land off the Bronx in Long Island Sound, is America's largest public cemetery, sometimes known as a "potter's field." Since 1869, more than a million people have been buried on Hart Island, including early AIDS patients, unidentified and unclaimed New Yorkers, immigrants, incarcerated people, artists, and about ten percent of New Yorkers who died of COVID-19.

A few years ago, a young man who called himself Stephen became a fixture in Manhattan's Riverside Park. Locals started noticing him sitting on the same park bench day after day. He said little and asked for nothing. When Stephen's body was found dead in 2017, the police were unable to identify him, and he was buried on Hart Island. Then, one day, a woman who knew him from the park stumbled upon his true identity, and his backstory came to light."The Unmarked Graveyard: Stories from Hart Island" is a new series from Radio Diaries that tells the stories of seven people buried on Hart Island through a range of circumstances. Hart Island, an uninhabited strip of land off the Bronx in Long Island Sound, is America's largest public cemetery, sometimes known as a "potter's field." Since 1869, more than a million people have been buried on Hart Island, including early AIDS patients, unidentified and unclaimed New Yorkers, immigrants, incarcerated people, artists, and about ten percent of New Yorkers who died of COVID-19.