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LFTR 93: We are finding our inner peace and reminding ourselves we don't have to seize every day! However we've actually been quite busy and have a lot of updates this week, including some DIY RV fixes and our first hike of the season.Tieton Cider Works has their Cider Bar in Yakima, WA.The bird we saw on the trail was a dusky grouse! So cool!Thanks for listening! Please let us know what you think! You can find LFTR at http://lettersfromtheroadpod.com, and you can email us at lettersfromtheroadpod@gmail.com.Find LFTR Diaries on the LFTR YouTube channel.Find us on socials @lettersfromtheroadpod (on hiatus)If you feel like kicking us a few bucks you can Become a PenPal and chat with us and others in the PenPals Discord. Get full access to Letters From the Road at lettersfromtheroad.substack.com/subscribe

In this episode, we talk about the 2025 Harley-Davidson Cruiser lineup. I had the opportunity to attend the press event in Austin, Texas, and ride these new cruisers. Keep in mind I only got a few hours with these bikes, but I give you my impressions of the six cruisers that were upgraded. All six received the Milwaukee-8 117 engine and rider safety enhancements.  SUPPORT US AND SHOP IN THE OFFICIAL LAW ABIDING BIKER STORE Test Ride Impressions Street Bob 117: A Lightweight & Agile Cruiser Ideal for shorter riders: At 5'8", I found the ergonomics to be comfortable with mid-controls and a well-positioned handlebar. Analog Speedometer with Digital Readout: Displays essential ride data, including RPMs, fuel range, and tire pressure monitoring. Torque & Power: The Classic variant of the Milwaukee-Eight 117 delivers 98 horsepower and 120 lb-ft of torque, making it a punchy yet easy-to-handle ride. Breakout 117: A Bold & Stylish Power Cruiser Fat rear tire: While it adds to the aggressive look, it makes handling a bit heavier, especially in corners. Forward Controls & More Vibration: Riders experience more road feedback through handlebars and pegs. Custom Variant Power: 104 horsepower and 126 lb-ft of torque, with a more rev-happy powerband. Single Front Brake Setup: Works well but lacks the stopping power of dual-disc setups. Fat Boy 117: Classic Comfort & Power More Comfortable for 5'8" Riders: The handlebar placement is better than the Breakout, allowing a more relaxed posture. Floorboards Instead of Pegs: Adds comfort for long-distance cruising. Lean Angle Considerations: 25.6-degree lean angle limits aggressive cornering but suits the bike's cruising nature. Low Rider ST & Low Rider S: Performance-Oriented Cruisers High Output Variant: 114 horsepower and 128 lb-ft of torque, delivering a more aggressive ride. Inverted Front Forks: Improve handling and front-end stability. Low Rider ST vs. S: ST: Features a club-style fixed fairing and saddlebags for light touring. S: A more stripped-down, performance-driven variant. Ergonomics: At 5'8", I found the bars well-placed and mid-controls comfortable, but longer trips might benefit from forward controls. Heritage Classic: The Underrated Tourer Classic Styling: Traditional Harley look with leather saddlebags and a detachable windshield. Most Comfortable Seat in the Cruiser Lineup: Ideal for long rides. Perfect for Touring: Though classified as a cruiser, it's a mid-level touring bike with great wind protection and relaxed ergonomics. CHECK OUT OUR HUNDREDS OF FREE HELPFUL VIDEOS ON OUR YOUTUBE CHANNEL AND SUBSCRIBE! Safety & Rider Aids Advanced Rider Safety Enhancements All 2025 Harley-Davidson cruisers come with modern rider safety aids: Cornering & Straight-Line ABS & Traction Control ABS (Anti-Lock Braking System) Drag-Torque Slip Control I had the chance to test these features in controlled conditions, and they proved highly effective in preventing full loss of traction. Upgraded Handlebar Controls Cruise Control Now Standard across all cruiser models. Refined Switch Housings: Mode selection, turn signals, and traction control toggles are more intuitive. Cable Clutch vs. Hydraulic Clutch Harley continues to use cable-operated clutches, which require periodic adjustments. While functional, I strongly prefer the consistency of a hydraulic system, which would be a welcome upgrade in future models. Final Thoughts: Which 2025 Harley Cruiser is Right for You? Best for Performance Riders: Low Rider ST / Low Rider S If you prioritize aggressive handling, power, and sportier ergonomics, these models are for you. Best for Classic Cruiser Fans With Windshield: Heritage Classic If comfort, traditional styling, and a versatile ride are your priorities, this is an excellent choice. Best for Aggressive Styling & Chopper Look: Breakout 117 If you want bold styling with a fat rear tire and strong acceleration, the Breakout is a head-turner. Best Entry-Level Cruiser: Street Bob 117 A lightweight, easy-handling bike with great ergonomics for shorter riders. Best for All-Day Comfort Without A Windshield: Fat Boy 117 With its plush seat and floorboards, the Fat Boy is perfect for relaxed cruising. Conclusion After two full days of testing the 2025 Harley-Davidson cruiser lineup, it's clear that each model caters to different riding styles. Whether you're looking for a performance machine, a laid-back cruiser, or something in between, Harley's 2025 lineup has something for everyone. If you found this review helpful, be sure to check out my in-depth video review on YouTube below, where I take each of these bikes for a test ride and break down their features even further! The 2025 Harley-Davidson cruiser lineup has arrived, and I had the opportunity to test ride and review six models in Austin, Texas. At first glance, the changes may seem minor, but after extensive hands-on experience, I can confidently say that each bike offers a unique riding experience. Whether you're a seasoned rider or looking to purchase your first cruiser, this guide will help you choose the right model for your needs. NEW FREE VIDEO RELEASED: Are These the Best Harley Accessories Yet? Ciro Chicane Collection Sponsor-Ciro 3D CLICK HERE! Innovative products for Harley-Davidson & Goldwing Affordable chrome, lighting, and comfort products Ciro 3D has a passion for design and innovation Sponsor-Butt Buffer CLICK HERE Want to ride longer? Tired of a sore and achy ass? Then fix it with a high-quality Butt Buffer seat cushion? New Patrons: Dave Miller of Canton, Ohio Gary Gros of Waveland, Mississippi Norrie Masson If you appreciate the content we put out and want to make sure it keeps on coming your way then become a Patron too! There are benefits and there is no risk. Thanks to the following bikers for supporting us via a flat donation: Mike Selberg of Yakima, Washington Kawika Manaba of Dublin, California Jeremy Korbal of CDA, Idaho HELP SUPPORT US! JOIN THE BIKER REVOLUTION! #BikerRevolution #LawAbidingBiker #Bikaholics #RyanUrlacher

New Seattle Seahawks wide receiver Cooper Kupp sits down with Dave Softy Mahler and Dick Fain to talk about returning to his home state, his career progression with his age and injury history, being let go by the Rams, Doug Baldwin, and being from Yakima.

“I learn a lot about the character of my men by how they pick fruit,” says Bishop Joseph Tyson of the Diocese of Yakima, explaining that his “Calluses to Chalices” formation program requires seminarians to work alongside migrant farmworkers in the summer. He recalls a moment when he discovered that some seminarians had taken a break apart from the workers. Noticing this, the migrant workers invited them to join in the shade and share their food. “When you're ordained a priest, you'll prepare the table for them,” Bishop Tyson told his seminarians. “But you start by being at their table.” In his homily for the Third Sunday of Lent, Year C, recorded for “Preach,” Bishop Tyson draws a parallel between the seminarians' work in the fields and spiritual fruitfulness. Speaking candidly with host Ricardo da Silva, S.J., around the time of Pope Francis' letter to U.S. bishops, , he stresses the need to address policies that harm marginalized communities. “I become a better bishop and a better priest because I want to generate love for the migrant passing through this diocese,” he says. “We've got to find a way of preaching and teaching that better.” Get daily Scripture reflections and support "Preach" by becoming a digital subscriber to America Magazine “Preach” is made possible through the generous support of the Compelling Preaching Initiative, a project of Lilly Endowment Inc.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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The hilarious Sam Miller returns for the 300th episode! Sam and Dan discuss recovering from the loss of social media, staying loose while keeping the material tight, and how to treat the four people who came to see you. They also chat about less-than-ideal producers, Sam's writing process, and Adventures in Boogertown!Sam MillerSam Miller is a nationally touring comedian from Olympia, Washington. He is 6 foot 6, 360 pounds, has two kids, (one of them is on purpose) he's been married for 13 years, and has been clean and sober for 15 years. Sam likes to make jokes about what it's like to be a sober parent. He also likes to make jokes about what jails are like in Yakima. His first album and special, Round Trip, was recorded and filmed under the tutelage of Grammy-winning producer Dan Schlissel, whose indie label, Stand Up! Records, Sam had recently signed a three-album deal with. Round Trip was released October 27th, 2023, and immediately went to number one on the iTunes Comedy Charts. It even broke into the top 200 overall charts. Sam is a recurring guest and has been heard by an estimated 2.5 million listeners on the nationally syndicated "Bob & Tom Radio Show." He has written for Newsweek. He was the runner-up in the 2021 Seattle International Comedy Competition and won the Comedy on Trial Competition in 2017. He has headlined multiple major comedy clubs including The Laugh Factory in Chicago. He's also performed with the Addicts Comedy Tour and at NA and AA conventions all over the country. For three consecutive years, he won awards in "The Best of Olympia" issue of the Weekly Volcano.https://www.sammillercomedy.com/Art of Bombing:"Nobody Had a Podcast Called The Art of Bombing" Theme by John Hult https://johnhult.bandcamp.com/album/half-a-life-to-recoverBumpers provided by https://www.facebook.com/joenicolamusic Website: https://www.artofbombingpod.com/ Links: https://linktr.ee/artofbombingpodHosts:Dan Bublitz Jr: http://www.danbublitz.com/ Larry Smith: https://larrysmithcomedy.com/Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-art-of-bombing-a-guide-to-stand-up-comedy--5788059/support.

We wrapped up 70 meetings at OMA Winter 2025 with all sorts of outdoor brands - Black Diamond, THULE, Yakima, Vaurnet, Royal Robbins, Scarpa, Oboz, KUHL, EXPED, and dozens more.  The interviews are live on our YouTube channel. Upcoming reviews include the new Yakima SkyPeak RTT, backpacks from Gregory, EXPED and Arcteryx.  Lots of sunglasses and shoes and tons more!

Four Clark County high school basketball teams secured victories in elimination games at the state tournaments in Tacoma and Yakima, advancing to the elite eight. Read more at https://www.clarkcountytoday.com/sports/high-school-basketball-defending-champions-three-other-teams-survive-wednesday-elimination-game/ #ClarkCountyWa #TacomaWA #YakimaWA #WashingtonState #LocalNews #HighSchoolBasketball #StateTournament #CamasPapermakers #ColumbiaRiver #SetonCatholic #UnionTitans #WoodlandBeavers #EliteEight #WIAA

Amy Buckalter is a boss. One of those smart people, who have that thing, where you know they understand how business works and how to amplify. She's also unapologetically herself, wearing pantsuits while refining the sales strategies of action sports brands like Burton and K2. But her resume goes way deeper than that, think Converse, Terramar, Ryka, Nike, Yakima Pivot Point, and today, she's the founder and CEO of Pulse, a personal lubrication system with over 105 patents. So I guess you can say she's gone from sports to sex and while there are a lot of ins and outs to her life and times, Amy's managed to stay on top and achieve success at every step along the way. It's an interesting podcast with my first boss.  Amy Buckalter Show Notes: 4:00:  Expense reports, Connecticut, sexuality, college, being a leader, Wall Street, getting into sports as a woman, Terramar 21:00:   Stanley:  The brand that invented the category! Only the best for Powell Movement listeners.  Check out Stanley1913.com   Best Day Brewing:  All of the flavor of your favorite IPA or Kolsch, without the alcohol, the calories or sugar. Ski Idaho:  The best, least crowded, skiing in the world, happens in Idaho 24:00:  Rollerblade, Ryka, K2,the old boys club 42:00: Elan Skis:  Over 75 years of innovation that makes you better. Outdoor Research: The best in snow and beyond is developed in the wet conditions of the PNW 44:00:  Marketing to women, learning more at Wharton, and Nike 54:00:  Burton, Yakima, product, Pivot Point, building her own Pulse product and raising money 77:00:  Inappropriate Questions with Marcy Grantor

Comment une coopérative de fermiers basée dans le nord-ouest des États-Unis influence-t-elle le monde brassicole international ? Dans cet épisode du podcast, nous explorons cette question en profondeur avec mes invités Pierrick et Raimbault de Yakima Chief. Ensemble, ils nous dévoilent les coulisses d'une coopérative qui a su s'imposer comme un acteur majeur dans la production de houblons aromatiques, tout en restant fidèle à ses racines agricoles. Mess invités, Pierrick et Raimbault, jouent des rôles clés au sein de Yakima Chief. Raimbault est responsable des ventes pour la région ouest de la France, couvrant des villes de Montpellier à Brest, tandis que Pierrick s'occupe du développement marketing et de la stratégie commerciale pour le marché européen, incluant le Royaume-Uni. Tous deux partagent une passion pour les houblons et un engagement envers les brasseries avec lesquelles ils travaillent, cherchant à maintenir des relations authentiques et transparentes entre producteurs et brasseurs. L'épisode plonge dans l'histoire et la philosophie de Yakima Chief, une coopérative unique en son genre. Créée par des fermiers dans les années 80 pour surmonter des défis économiques, Yakima Chief a su évoluer en s'adaptant aux besoins du marché brassicole mondial. L'entreprise met l'accent sur l'innovation en développant de nouvelles variétés de houblons et en adoptant des pratiques durables, tout en conservant un modèle économique qui profite directement aux cultivateurs. Les discussions abordent également les défis actuels, comme le changement climatique, et comment Yakima Chief y répond par la recherche et le développement. ❤️ Soutenez le Podcast sur Patreon ❤️ ou sur Tipeee❤️ Vous pouvez soutenir le podcast en faisant un don sur les deux plateformes disponibles : Patreon (avec contreparties) ou Ko-Fi (le plus juste pour le créateur). Pour les pros, des solutions de sponsoring sont également proposées, vous pouvez me contacter pour plus d'informations. Retrouvez Sirotons Le Houblon sur Instagram ou sur mon site internet. N'hésitez pas à laisser un et/ou un commentaire sur Spotify et Apple Podcast. Vous pouvez également glisser dans mes DM Instagram pour me faire vos retours ❤️ American Canning est le sponsor de cette Saison 6. Pour en savoir plus sur le spécialiste américain des machines d'encannage atmosphériques et isobarriques, allant de 1 à 6 becs, vous pouvez les contacter via europe@americancanning.com Soutenez-nous sur Patreon, Tipeee et PayPal !

We look back to our conversation with Alexa Numkena-Anderson from July of 2024:   Alexa Numkena-Anderson @cheflex_pdx is enrolled Hopi and is Yakama, Skokomish, Cree and Mexican descent. She was born in Yakima, Washington and grew up in the greater Washington area (Toppenish, Tri-Cites and Fairchild Air Force Base).  After high school Alexa moved to Portland, Oregon to pursue a culinary career and attended Le Cordon Bleu Culinary school while also working as a line cook.  She has worked in many kitchens across the Portland, such as @kingtidepdx (formally Three Degrees) @twr.pdx @sammichportland @imperialportland @headwaterspdx and @bullardtavernpdx as well as working for acclaimed chefs and restaurateurs such as @dougiepdx @vit0bike @lesbianmeatmaker & @lauroromero to name a few. Drawing inspiration from her grandmother, her indigenous heritage . Her grandma Stella of the Yakama Tribe with memories of fry bread, roast beef, and soups as well as her Hopi heritage With the motivations of being a new mother, she is ready to share and continuously learn about her culture's food. Inspired by other Indigenous chefs she feels it is her responsibility to share and learn about these ancient foods and techniques. Javelina's main feature is fry bread and even though this food came from necessity, our people were able to make a comfort food that is still found at pow wows and family gatherings to this day. On her culinary journey she discovered the amazing bounty of native ingredients the Pacific Northwest has to offer. Using what the surrounding land has already given them and combining it with Alexa's culture, skill and vision they hope to create a truly unique story.   Right at the Fork is supported by:  Zupan's Markets: www.Zupans.com  RingSide Steakhouse:  www.RingSideSteakhouse.com  Portland Food Adventures: www.PortlandFoodAdventures.com

Episode 104 Lawrence 'Larry' Riegel  On Christmas, 2009, 57 year old Lawrence 'Larry' Riegel of Yakima, Washington talked to his family on the phone for the last time. He was in a good mood despite a recent surgery and some medical issues, and reached out to several friends and family members that day. According to people that spoke with Larry, he was making dinner for his live in girlfriend, Ladena Mann, and waiting for her to come home. The next day when Larry failed to show up for a family gathering, his family began to worry about him. Several calls to Larry went unanswered. When Larry's sister Susan, who is our guest in this episode, drove to his home, she found Ladena there, bur no sign of Larry. Ladena told Susan that Larry had gone to see friends on the coast because he was 'feeling Blue' , but his car was still there, and the story did not sit right with Susan.  Days later, after still no word from Larry, his family tried to report him missing to Yakima police. That's when they were informed that Ladena had filed a domestic violence report on Larry regarding an incident that she alleged happened after his family last saw him. Larry's family does not believe Ladena's story, and they are suspicious of her. After he vanished, Ladena used Larry's EBT several times without permission, and she was charged with welfare fraud.  Police believe that Larry met with foul play, and that Ladena knows more than she's saying. There is also suspicion of a now deceased tenant of Larry's who owed him back rent. To date, no charges have been filed against anyone in Larry's case.  Today, Larry would be 72 years old. He is a White male, standing 6ft2 and weighing 200 pounds. He has Gray hair, and Hazel eyes. He sometimes wears eyeglasses. Due to medical issues, Larry walks with a limp on his left leg. If you have any information about Larry's case, please contact the Yakima Police Department 509-576-6573. To learn more, please visit the Facebook page for Larry's case.  In this episode, Larry's sister Susan, discusses the details of the case, as well as her suspicions.  To listen to this episode ad-free and get access to other podcast benefits, consider an AbJack Insider subscription.  To contact the podcast or learn more about the cases we discuss visit: Missingpersonspodcast.com Follow us on Social media on Facebook or Twitter

The Washington State Tree Fruit Association presented several awards at their annual meeting in Yakima last month, including the Silver Pear Award that went to Hood River pear grower Ed Ing.

The Washington State Tree Fruit Association presented several awards at their annual meeting in Yakima last month, including the Silver Pear Award that went to Hood River pear grower Ed Ing.

In a recent statement, a top EPA official in Seattle falsely claimed the federal agency is collaborating with other agencies and community groups to address groundwater nitrate issues in the lower Yakima Valley. David Taylor with the Washington State Dairy Federation and a former state representative joins Dillon to explain the reality that EPA has been far from collaborative or helpful with the ongoing Groundwater Management Area (GWMA) effort in Yakima County.

Today – we’re talking about a Yakima-based gem that’s lighting up Wenatchee’s Pybus Public Market—Fresh Start Candles. And later – Josh O’Connor, a seasoned newspaper executive, has been named the next CEO of Wick Communications—the parent company of The Wenatchee World and NCWLIFE.Support the show: https://www.wenatcheeworld.com/site/forms/subscription_services/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This Christmas Eve, we revisit the story of Janice Hannigan, a 16-year-old Yakima girl who disappeared on this very day in 1971 in Washington state. Her case remains unsolved, and her story is a somber reminder that the MMIP crisis doesn't take a holiday. Join me for this special recap episode as we reflect on Janice's life, her family's heartbreak, and the systemic challenges that continue to leave families searching for answers. Sources:https://charleyproject.org/case/janice-marie-hanniganhttps://www.yakimaherald.com/news/topics/the_vanished/47-years-zero-answers-16-year-old-janice-hannigan-of-toppenish-disappeared-after-christmas-eve/article_320dd326-da70-11e8-b3d5-cf9009f8677d.amp.htmlSupport the show

The Christmas season is upon us! We look to the manger and we see new life—a baby has been born, Jesus the Christ, and so we have reason to hope. God has once more broken into our human story with an invitation: Can we go to the others, bringing the joy and wonder of the Incarnate Christ? Christmas is rightly a time for joy and celebration. But it's also a time to take a hard, loving look at our world—the very world through which God again and again makes Godself known. So here's a question and a challenge: Are we romanticizing that nativity scene? Are we placing the Holy Family high upon a pedestal without looking plainly at the hardship and struggle they themselves had to bear? We're so quick to sing about Mary and Joseph finding no room at the inn and yet, do we respond in hospitality to those left out in the cold? Long time listeners of our podcast have heard our crossover episodes of the Jesuit Border Podcast before. Fr. Brian Strassburger, SJ, is the director of Del Camino Jesuit Border Ministries, located in the diocese of Brownsville, Texas. Along with Joe Nolla—a Jesuit regent—he's wrapped the seventh season of the Jesuit Border Podcast. Today, we're going to share with you the season finale, which features Bishop Joseph Tyson of the diocese of Yakima, Washington. This conversation is a helpful one during this Christmas season. It reminds us once more to look to the holy families still on the move today, still pleading for shelter and hospitality—not unlike the Holy Family 2,000 years ago. Let's not reduce our God of the universe to a plastic toy in a nativity set we carefully set up once a year. Instead, let's take up the challenge that Fr. Brian, Joe and Bishop Tyson lay out for us in this episode. Let's walk with those families still in need today, those families who bear the image and likeness of our same God. Let's embody a message of hope and welcome. Listen to more episodes of the Jesuit Border Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-jesuit-border-podcast/id1593208023 Learn more about Del Camino Jesuit Border Ministries: https://www.jesuitscentralsouthern.org/our-work/del-camino/

For our final episode of Season 7, we are thrilled to welcome Bishop Joseph Tyson from the Diocese of Yakima, WA. He likes to describe his diocese as the largest border diocese without a border because the population is 75% Latino, with many migrants coming there to work in the fields picking fruit. He talks about what inspired him to require his seminarians to work next to migrants in the field as a part of their formation. He discusses the theme of “Iglesia en Salida” (the Church on mission), describing his parishes not as country clubs but as mission centers that must go out to meet people where they are. Brian and Joe share stories about the Church on mission. Brian shares the example of all the women religious in the Rio Grande Valley accompanying those on the margins. Women religious throughout history have been a bold example of a Church that goes forth on mission. Joe recounts his initial visits to the Ozanam Center in Brownsville, TX, and the fears he had to overcome as he started celebrating communion services there to put into practice the idea of the Church on mission. He kept waiting for what felt like a sufficient quorum, until he realized that the Gospel provides one: “Where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them” (Mt 18:20). Turns out it was a pretty low bar! Enjoy this final episode of the season, and blessings on your Advent. We'll be back with a new season in early 2025.

Finally the last solo sister episode..for a bit! Kiki is on the pod this week – can't tell you how old she is, because nobody actually knows her real age. P and Kiki are recapping some fam trauma of course, how Katie is working through not bringing what she went through as a kid, to her own kids, remembering some fun basement memories in Yakima, Wa and are they grudge holders or no?Follow the Pod: instagram.com/adultishwhines/Follow your Host: instagram.com/paige_crutcher/Follow Katie: instagram.com/katelyn_crutcher/Produced by Creator's Guild: instagram.com/creatorsguild.htx/Go to https://betterhelp.com/adultish for 10% off your first month of therapy with BetterHelp and get matched with a therapist who will listen and help #sponsored Use code ADULTISH at adameve.com for 50% off, free gifts and free shipping. Use code AWCLUB at kingsofneon.com for 10% off a custom neon sign.

Swing open the garden gate as we explore the vibrant, ever-evolving world of Dick and Jane's Spot. Our guest, artist Jane Orleman, will guide us through this remarkable haven, joined by her studio assistant, Karl Schwiesow. Since 1978, Jane and her late husband, Dick Elliott, worked together to transform their colorful homestead in Ellensburg, Kittitas County—a region defined by brilliant sunlight, sweeping landscapes, and the Chinook winds that blow through the mountains. Jane shares how they turned a neglected lot into a roadside attraction—a unique intersection of art and community, filled with unexpected stories and delightful details. The Spot's vibrant sculptures, totems, and installations embody Jane and Dick's creative vision and enduring partnership. Contributions from over 80 artists, including Richard Beyer, Justin Martin and Debbie Palmer, have made it a cultural landmark. Recognized by the Smithsonian, this space continues to attract travelers from across the globe. Jane shares how, since Dick's passing in 2008, she has cared for and expanded this creative legacy, a testament to the enduring power of resilience and love. Jane offers insights into the distinct approaches she and Dick brought to their art: While Dick's reflective public sculptures, such as Yakima's Sun Dome installation, showcased his signature materials and a grand sense of scale, Jane's figurative paintings confront deeply personal themes, including childhood abuse. Their individual works, though markedly different in media and content, collectively enrich the unique spirit of Dick and Jane's Spot. We'll also hear from Karl Schwiesow, an artist from Homer, Alaska, who curates, restores, and adds to the outdoor sculptures. Karl will share how his work helps this living sanctuary thrive. Completing this story are heartfelt guestbook entries inscribed by visitors. These lovelets capture moments of awe, laughter, and connection inspired by Dick and Jane's Spot. “One morning I woke up sobbing and he looked at me and he said we've got to get out of here...He was working so hard that he was never going to be an artist. And I thought when we said we were getting married that we were going to live the life of artists, whatever that took.” ~Jane Orleman

Some hospitals are running on generators, we talk with Latino voters in Yakima about Trump's presidency, and Magnuson Park could get pickleball courts. lt's our daily roundup of top stories from the KUOW newsroom, with host Paige Browning. We can only make Seattle Now because listeners support us. You have the power! Make the show happen by making a gift to KUOW. We want to hear from you! Follow us on Instagram at SeattleNowPod, or leave us feedback.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week on The Whiskey Trip, Big Chief takes us to the Pacific Northwest to meet Kenny Miller, the Founder and Owner of The Distillarium, a craft distillery nestled in picturesque Yakima, Washington. Known for its rich agricultural heritage, the Yakima Valley provides the perfect backdrop for crafting exceptional spirits with top-tier ingredients. The show kicks off with a tasting of The Distillarium's Cask Strength Rye Whiskey, boasting a mash bill of 95% rye and 5% malted barley. At 116 proof, this whiskey delivers tart apple pie flavors with a touch of cinnamon spice, making for a bold and flavorful start. Next, they dive into the Cask Strength Triticale Whiskey, featuring a mash bill of 95% triticale and 5% malted barley. Also at 116 proof, this silky-smooth whiskey has Big Chief buzzing with excitement over its unique character and balance. In the second half, Kenny shares their Cask Strength Bourbon Whiskey, crafted with a mash bill of 83% corn, 12% gazelle rye, and 5% malted barley. At 116 proof, this bourbon brings a spicy kick to the glass, rounding out a trio of powerhouse whiskeys. To close the show, Kenny treats Big Chief to their VSOP American Brandy, a refined spirit with notes of crisp green apples, honeysuckle, and crème brûlée. This elegant brandy is the perfect afternoon indulgence, offering a refreshing contrast to the bold whiskeys. Once again, The Whiskey Trip highlights the incredible craftsmanship and distinctive flavors of the Pacific Northwest. Cheers to another unforgettable journey!

Sara brings us the disturbingly detail-barren missing case of Latoya Salazar in Yakima, WA.   Case ends at 5min 30sec, chatter about Up and Vanished: The Midnight Sun and other Alaska missing persons cases makes up the rest of the episode length.   Sources https://www.yakimaherald.com/news/topics/the_vanished/the-vanished-list-of-those-missing-murdered-on-and-near-yakama-reservation/article_d637a8ec-1ed5-5523-83ab-b7375d3bd4a9.html https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=683237787174792&set=a.290118679451&type=3&_rdr https://www.thevanished.org/cases/39/ https://missingpeopleinamerica.org/missing/latoya-salazar https://crimesolverscentral.com/case/3118  

Being known by the company you keep. In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected.. “Life exists in both seconds and years. Don't ignore one for the other.” I would like to thank the phone operator and Chief of the Burnham, Illinois Police Department for answering my questions, despite their bizarre nature. (Monday Night) I should have known to not have too good a time. My karma was wacky enough as it was. It was about to get worse in a way I should have foreseen. Ain't hindsight grand? Inside of five seconds I knew how much sharing Libra and Brooke did; a lot. On the plus side, it gave me some wiggle room with Libra where sex with Brooke was concerned. On the super-plus side, Brooke was looking forward to ratcheting up our sex play. I took her to Libra's experiences with all the extra bells and whistles. In this case it meant adding a blindfold and ball-gag to the hand restraints. Brooke handed me a high level of trust unexpected at this early moment in our sexcapade. With a quick empathic insight, I pulled her ball-gag down as her orgasm erupted. She rejoiced in the sound of her rapture echoing around my bedroom. I deceived her into her next climax by whispering a promise to release her then hammering her instead. The whole specter of powerlessness tore her up inside. Best of all, even as she spasmed beneath me, I released her cuffs then pulled up her mask. Her fingernails dug into my trapezius muscles. For over a minute, she clung to me with a deep hunger to feel my heat and sweat against her body. "My turn," she rasped. I pressed my shoulders and head up so I could look into her eyes. She was waiting for this opportunity since she'd talked with Libra. Without question, she'd never been tied down before, or tied a man down and had her way with him. She'd manipulated men most of her life; that was old hat. This was primal, physical and forbidden. She was taking complete control of my person. God, I thought she'd orgasmed when she finished cuffing me to the headboard. Taunting, teasing and hot body contact followed as she put the ball-gag in. Sizzling lips sealed my fate as the blindfold was slipped in place. Having invested so much time using all my senses soaking up the hungry beast that Brooke possessed right beneath her urbane surface, losing my eyesight wasn't a major drawback. For Brooke, this had all the benefits of anonymous sex in a blacked-out room with the bonus of her having the lights on for her use alone. My bet was she had studied stuff on-line. From being sure she wasn't going to have sex with me when she first met, she had graduated to running naked across my living room for what turned out to be lemon slices. The 'fumph' of the Nerf gun made me assume Timothy shot her in the ass as she raced into my room. By the yip from Brooke, I knew Timothy's aim remained frighteningly accurate. Lemon juice and cuts don't mix, or, Brooke enjoyed watching my body jolt as said juice interacted with said 'workplace' mistakes. Was I angry? Nah. Every hiss of pain was followed by lavished kisses, licks and hair lashings. I loved her long black hair draped over my body, flicked around whisk-like and tickling my nose. Brooke was learning my keystone technique; figure out what your partner wants and give them a quick sample. Don't use any one thing too much; make it a treat and they'll appreciate the taste they get even more. When Brooke finally sated us both, it was my turn again. We talked a while. She invited me to a friend's place in the Hamptons which suggested to me the destination was more than some made-up place on TV. I promised to think about it. Brooke took that to mean she needed to work harder to convince me. I honestly had little desire to be trotted around as Brooke's boy toy. Hoping that wouldn't be the case relied a lot on faith. I wasn't sure what I would have in common with any of that crowd, which guided me back to being a stuck up snob for treating a people as a social class and not as human beings. I took out my social anxiety on Brooke. Poor girl; three holes, ten positions and I'm not sure how many times I took her from frenzied peak to frenzied peak. All I knew was when she'd passed all points of previous primeval ecstasy, I finally released her. Brooke curled into a semi-fetal ball and began burrowing into me. "Happy?" I asked as I stroked her sweat-drenched hair. She nodded happily against my chest. "Are you glad you came over?" I continued. Brooke bit me because she knew I was teasing her. "Ow," I grumbled. "I think we have a misunderstanding who is whose sex toy here." "Do I need to bite you again?" Brooke mumbled into my chest. "Point taken," I conceded. Brooke snuggled in even tighter. We wrestled out of bed, stumbled into the shower and took some time off with Timothy. He looked at us and smirked. "Cáel is going to be my boyfriend," Brooke tossed out there. Huh? "What in God's green earth makes you want to do that?" Timothy chuckled. "He's been there when I needed him. Cáel is a real man and it has taken me having a really tough spill to realize that it doesn't matter which alumni your Daddy belongs to, but what you put on the line for your friends that really matters," Brooke enlightened us both. "Seriously Dude," Timothy looked at me with pity. "Cut down on the awesome dicking until somehow polygamy becomes legal," he added, but then, "Brooke, you know he's seeing about a dozen different ladies, right?" "Cáel is looking for a serious relationship," Brooke insisted. Timothy chortled because he knew the likelihood of me settling down was right up there with us sharing a White Christmas in the Bahamas. "Let's go back to bed, Babe," I redirected things to safer waters. "It is your turn to be on top." Brooke, wearing one of my fresh t-shirts and nothing else, hopped off the sofa and let me lead her back to the bedroom for another round of 'not thinking about any other part of my screwed up life except the beautiful woman with me right now' sex. Twenty minutes later, Brooke had encased me in her wanton elixirs, was gyrating her hips as she stroked me inside her snatch while keeping me bound, blind and muffled. My phone rang. "Should I get that?" Brooke teased me. She moved enough to seize my cellular device. "The number is unlisted," she mused. "Who could it be?" I gave a muffled response. She removed the ball-gag enough for me to speak. "Work," I repeated. "It might be work. I'm on-call 24/7." "Damn," Brooke undoubtedly pouted (still blindfolded). She answered the call then placed the phone to my ear. "Cáel, a Security Detail detachment is on their way to your quarters as we speak. You will recognized the code they will use," Katrina's icy calm voice informed me. "Katrina, what is wrong?" I inquired. Normally, I wouldn't get an answer. Katrina's tone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "There has been an incident at your Father's home in Chicago. We do not have clear intelligence at this time. I may have more when you get in," she related. "Understood," I replied. My passionate storm abated and I felt empty inside. Dad. "Cáel?" Brooke sounded worried. "We need to get dressed," I murmured. I had to let Timothy know something was truly wrong. I needed to get Brooke home safely. I; I needed to know more than I did right then. Brooke uncuffed me quickly. I barely had my boxers on when there was a light series of raps on the door. I sprang up, opened my bedroom door, surprising Odette. She must have come back to work a few minutes earlier and was unwinding with some low-volume TV and some sofa time. Timothy was asleep already. "Odette, go back to Timothy's room and warn him something bad may have happened. Go!" I warned. Odette scampered back. Brooke was at my back, trying to move into the main room. "Brooke, stay here. If something unusual happens, hide in the bedroom and don't come out until the police get here. Do you understand?" I met her confusion with an iron stare. She nodded. There was another, more insistent, rapping at my apartment door. I crept up to the portal and gave a counter-knock. "Crab Fisher-woman," a female voice said from the other side. "My Father's Sister," I responded. It was an imperfect code, but effective given the circumstances. I double checked through the spy hole, unlocked the door and let three SD Amazons inside. How bad was it? I doubted these ladies would know more than I did. In Hittite, she said; "Ishara," the leader said, "we have orders to escort you to Havenstone immediately." They weren't blindly expecting me to follow instructions. They had a directive they were following to the best of their ability. In Hittite, she said; “ Will a team be watching my domicile?" I asked. The leader nodded. "We need to take a female I have been with tonight to her dwelling before going on to Havenstone." The SD team leader nodded again. There was no condescension, or argument. They were following orders as if it was my right to issue them. That was how bad things were. Time to get back to English. "Brooke, finish getting dressed. I'm taking you home," I called out. Quite frankly, along with my desire to see Brooke back home safely was my instinct to not split up my guardians. Better a longer trip than two smaller, more vulnerable groups. I was in the process of getting dressed in the living room when Timothy and Odette came out. "Bro?" Timothy asked. "My Father's home was attacked. I have no other details right now," I explained with a sinking feeling in my heart. Timothy read my soul, came up and engulfed me in his mighty arms. Odette added herself to the heart-felt love-pile. "Do you want me to take Odette and head back to Queens for a while?" Timothy asked. He sensed we had limited time. "They," and by 'they' he knew I meant Havenstone, "will have a team watching this place. There are not enough resources to go back and forth to work. I wish I could tell what would keep you safe, but I don't know anymore." "We'll stay put," Timothy declared. Odette nodded. "We'll be here for you when you get back. If any of these psycho-broads want to stop by from time to time, I won't say no." I shot a look to the security team leader and she gave a curt 'okay'. "You'll need an overnight bag!" Odette squeaked. Off she went. Brooke finished getting dressed and came to my side. To your average Lothario, what she did might seem odd. To me, it was the normal refrain; Brooke shoved her panties into my jean's pocket. That was a not so subtle 'Call Me' for when I got back. "Three minutes, Ish; Cáel," the leader updated me. My amateur guess was this was the team from across the street. They had back-up vehicles and personnel streaking down from Havenstone to provide extra security for my move. "Velma," she gave me her name. A quick description was in order. The three Amazons all had Bluetooth devices, shooting glasses and steel-gray long coats that had to be uncomfortable in this upper seventies evening heat. Underneath, they had on light ballistic body armor on their torsos, arms, and legs. Even their dull grey, all-terrain boots looked armored. They had a hip holstered sidearm, most likely a back-up pistol at the small of their backs and a deadly blade, or three. Their main deterrence was their H and K UMP 40 caliber; my second favorite Amazon killing device. Timothy snuck off to get my toiletries, returning around the same time Odette trundled out with an overnight (or three) bag. There was a final round of hugs then Velma indicated it was time to leave. The fourth member of the team was stationed at the top of the third floor stairs. That gave her a good view of my hallway as well as the passage going up and down. Two SD's to the front, Velma and the fourth watching our backs and Brooke caught between giddy and freaking terrified. Things got even more exciting when we hit the bottom of the stairs. Two more ladies were waiting. They put a trench coat on Brooke and she nearly collapsed. The freed up Amazon took my bag while the second put a trench coat on me. I grunted as well. This bitch had to weigh 25 kg. That was some serious ballistic and blast protection. The closest newcomer began attaching my pistol with hip holster on my side while Brooke was 'buttoned up'. I was slipped a few spare clips then was buttoned up as well. "I'm not sure I can walk in this thing," Brooke gave me a weak smile. "Don't worry," I smiled, "I'll carry you." I slipped my arm around Brooke's waist and, on Velma's signal, we rushed out to the middle of three Mercedes Armored GL550s. The doors had barely shut before we were racing away from my favorite home. I walked Brooke up to her apartment, we hugged, kissed and she insisted I go to the Hamptons with her this weekend. I left with that promise unanswered. I didn't ask the Security Detail to do anything else outrageous and they didn't give me any crap about Brooke. Their vigilance didn't end at Havenstone either. No; they formed a tight knot of outward hostility until we marched into Katrina's office. Even then, they spread out over the Executive Services offices as an extended perimeter. Katrina's office was another step up on the unsettling meter. It was Katrina, Saint Marie, Buffy, Helena, and a woman I didn't know yet seemed to belong. "Excuse me?" Saint Marie shot a hostile look my way; actually right behind me. "Don't mind me," Pamela snorted. She was in the process of sneaking into the room. "I'm here for moral support," she concluded then took a seat. "Cáel?" Katrina queried, as if I could somehow exile Pamela from the room. "What's going on?" I began the meeting instead. "Your Father is dead," Katrina reported. If someone ever asked me what it felt like to have an arm cut off, I could truthfully answer them 'Yes'. Dad. "From what we have been able to gather from the video and audio gear the four Amazon Security Detail team assigned to watch over him transmitted, the team was setting up a perimeter when three vehicles with ten men stopped on the juncture of Janus and Kerr streets and approached the house. The team leader made formal recognition and was attacked," Katrina told me. "Are they okay?" I mumbled. I didn't want to know how my Dad died. Had he been in pain? Which side had killed him? Would knowing make a damn bit of difference? "Three of the four members were killed," Saint Marie interjected. "The team commander was killed instantly. The second died defending that corner of your Father's domicile. The third member was killed attempting to rescue your Father. The surviving member stopped the enemy from escaping with your Father's body, but was too badly injured to extricate herself and is now in police custody." "What are we going to do about this?" I inquired. Pamela was a lying bitch. She'd lied to Brianna because the truth would have gotten me and Dad killed. Dad had still died, but Pamela had kept me alive. "There is nothing we can do," the stranger spoke up. "Troika of House Šauška." "You are joking, right?" I stared at her. "He was a male, not of;” Troika began to state. "You do know your Amazon law, correct?" I countered. She gave a curt tilt of the head. "Recount the means of succession to the Head of a House then please explain to the room how my Father, the descendant of Vranus, fits into all that." Cha-ching! "Oh, by the Seven Goddesses!" Saint Marie jumped up. "They murdered the Head of House Ishara!" Katrina was already back on top; ahead of the game. "But what does that make him?" Troika pointed at me. "It confirms him as the Head of House Ishara. We can sugar-coat it and say Cáel, being the only 'active' member of Havenstone 'represented' the Head of House Ishara. By our traditions though, Ferko Nyilas was the lawful head of a 'First' House. Certainly four days were not enough time to settle the manner in an acceptable way," Katrina said. "At the very least, House Ishara would have been given 28 days to resolve any matters of succession internally," Katrina pointed out. "There was no deception. Cáel worked for Havenstone, so was our active member. The existence of his Father was known. It is in his basic file. It was highly unlikely that ANY House wanted to bring another male into the mix so the matter of his ascension was left unquestioned." "This is Casus Belli," Troika stood up and declared in a firm voice. "I will inform Hayden. We must know the perpetrators of this act, Katrina. I will prepare to relate this breach of the Protocols to the other Signatories." "To make sure I have this straight, I can defend any member of my family, no matter who they are, without violating the Protocols?" I questioned. "Can I kill them?" "That is correct," Troika appeared confused. "Other Signatories cannot harm, or detain your family in any way." I gave a bitter, hollow laugh. Dad; Dad wouldn't have understood, but Mom would have, no doubt. "Troika; hell, everyone but Pamela and Katrina, I am Cáel Nyilas, grandson of The Cáel O'Shea and those people who murdered my Dad very well may have been my family," I felt like crying. That was good because I was crying. I had talked to Dad early Monday morning. I had been so nervous about not leaving any trace of Mom behind that I couldn't recall if I said 'I love you' to him. I'd never get the chance to make up for that oversight. As I began to take in the faces around me, I realized Ishara had gifted me with a respite. No one else knew who Cáel O'Shea was; yet. "Troika," I started out. I could tell she was still having difficulty with the 'Man as someone worthy of stating an opinion' moment. "When the Council decides that the Illuminati have breached the Protocols, do I have a deciding vote on what we do; since Dad was my family?" "No," Troika clarified, "and what makes you think it was the Illuminati?" Pamela laughed at her. "Because I killed Cáel's Grandfather when that man was head of the Illuminati; slit his throat and rendered him incapable of resuscitation. The rest of that twisted clan have only now discovered that there is a successor, genetically, to the Old Man and you are looking at him," Pamela related in an amused tone. "Perhaps; just perhaps; they were interested in what happened to Cáel's Mother and the man she mated with to produce Cáel; who also happened to be the Head of House Ishara and now leaves this man (me) as the last of his kind; coming and going," Pamela finished, "for both the Amazons and the O'Shea family/the Illuminati." Troika was having problems fitting all the puzzle pieces. Saint Marie cut to the heart of the matter because she listens to me. "If you go to war against the O'Shea's you are being forced to fight your own family," the Golden Mare stared at me in shock. "Let me get this straight," Troika stood up, waving for silence. "When the O'Shea's killed Ferko Nyilas, they murdered the Head of a First House. They also murdered a member of their own family by way of marriage." She seemed totally flummoxed. Everyone agreed about how screwed up everything was. Breach? No Breach? "Welcome to life working with Cáel Nyilas," Katrina declared. There was a pause. "I'll let the professionals figure out the finer points of diplomacy. I have to go," I said. "Were do you think you are going?" Buffy popped up. Until this moment, she'd had no role in affairs. My safety though; "I am going home to bury my Father, Buffy," I announced. This was not a discussion. "Shouldn't we take his body to the cliffs?" Troika suggested. "My Father will face the Afterlife with my Mother at his side. It was his wish and I'm not going to start dictating to my Ancestors now," I sighed. I was trying to make light of my pain. By the looks on their faces, I was failing. I had barely exited the office, Buffy, Helena and Pamela in tow. The security team was closing in and my phone rang. "Cáel Nyilas," I answered sadly. "Mr. Nyilas, this is Investigator Brewster of the Burnham Police Department. I need a few moments of your time," a man's voice requested. I hesitated. I looked at my watch. "Yes; Dad?" I finally spoke. "Mr. Nyilas, your father seems to have been murdered late this evening in a bungled attempted burglary," he lied. It was a good lie. If he really believed a bungled robbery consisted of two heavily armed groups shooting a small residential home to pieces he was; nah, he was lying. "I'm on the next flight to Chicago," was the response I chose. I had so many 'loser' replies to choose from. "That would be helpful, Mr. Nyilas," he told me. "Do you know when I can expect you?" "Ah; I have no idea when the next plane from New York to Chicago is, but if I can buy a ticket on it, I'm there," I countered. Admittedly, me having a plane ticket for home would have been damn suspicious. "One last thing, Mr. Nyilas, do you have any idea why someone would want to murder your father? Anything you could tell us could be of great assistance," he pressed. "Yes, I have a clue who murdered my Father and I'll point you to the dead bodies when I'm done," I snapped; quite literally and mentally snapped. Pause. "Mr. Nyilas, I understand you are upset, but do not do anything rash. Now, could your father have been murdered for anything you might have done, or are doing?" Det. Brewster kept is game face on. "We'll have this chat when I get to Chicago. Until then, take care," I said before hanging up. "Smooth," Pamela gently chastised me. "I actually liked him going all 'Mafia Don' on that cop," Buffy countered. "I'll arrange for Havenstone to get us transportation to Chicago," Helena added. "No," I countermanded her. "You two stay here and finish up business. Join me late Tuesday night, or early Wednesday morning." By the looks Buffy and Helena gave me they were surprised; and proud. I was keeping to my 'Runner' induction time table. My family would not be diminished by this tragedy. It would grow. Come Wednesday morning, we would add twenty new voices to Ishara's war cry. "I'll take the first commercial flight available," I continued. "We cannot protect you on a civilian aircraft, Ishara," Velma warned me. "They; the authorities are expecting me to show up at O'Hare, so I'm showing up at O'Hare, like a normal person," I reminded her. "I'll also need to know at what hospital they are keeping our sister." Our sister; the sole surviving Amazon who nearly gave her life for Dad. The SD picked up on that immediately. Another leap had been made. I wasn't a masculine monster, raging against a female warrior who had failed. By the tone of my voice, they knew I was in grief yet not overcome by it. She was the last member of the Host to see my Father alive and she might hold the closure I needed. "It will be done," Velma decided. "We will have your team meet you at O'Hare." "My team?" I asked. "Rachel; her team," Velma clarified. That was enough good for me. "Oh, and get Pamela a ticket as well. I'd hate to have her mug another passenger and take theirs," I sighed. Pamela patted me on the back; an 'atta boy'. (Monday Noon) (The hospital) That was not the first time I wondered about how fatal Pamela had been in her prime. In fact, I wasn't sure that post-60 wasn't her best time yet. The only mistake the police officer guarding the Amazon's hospital room made was to sit in a chair. Pamela had long ago mastered the peon-craft that Rosetta had started to teach me. The policeman looked up, stared right through her then looked the other way. His gaze never swept back in my direction. She jabbed him quickly underneath both arms, paralyzing them for a few seconds. That was all she needed. Hers hand clamped over his eyes and on his throat, cutting off the blood flow to the brain before his hands could recover. He appeared to the outside world to have taken a nap. According to Pamela, we had roughly three minutes before he came around. Pamela kept walking down the hall as if nothing happened. I came ten steps behind, guarded by a gun-less Rachel as I entered the Intensive Care Unit. A few of the staff looked our way, but no one impeded our progress. According to the Duty Nurse, the Amazon had exited surgery barely an hour ago. Her eyes opened to slits as I approached her beside. "We stand before the Eye of the World," I whispered. That meant surveillance. "I cannot tell you what is in my heart. My name is Cáel Nyilas. Does that name mean anything to you?" Her hand flopped. I put two fingers into her feeble gasp. One squeeze; yes. "I am grateful for your prowess and I share in your sorrow for those who will no longer fight in this life. Please heal and grow strong for this is the start, not the finish," I completed. She squeezed my fingers once more. I stepped aside, letting Rachel take my place. They didn't exchange words but communicated volumes. We slipped out of the room while the guard was still groggy. Pamela was nowhere to be seen. That proved to be pre-sentient when a group of people with the propensity to flash IDs caught up to me at the ground floor. Had the backdrop of this fiasco not been the death of my Father, I might have enjoyed the twitching/counter-twitching going on between Rachel, who desperately wanted any one of her guns, and the cops who were picking up on that desire. "Mr. Nyilas, I am;” and the introductions came pouring in. I had Theodora Chumwell and Brock Miklos, Special Agents of the FBI, John Rios, Special Agent with the ATF, Investigator Horace Brewster from the Burnham PD and Homicide Detective Lisa Capella from the Chicago PD. "We would like to talk with you," Theodora took charge. "Can I ask a question first?" I raised my hand. That appeared to set them off their game plan. "Of course," Theodora allowed. "Okay; FBI, ATF, a homicide detective from Chicago and the only law enforcement official who has any business being here," I finished with Brewster. "I may not be a Rhodes Scholar, but this seems a bit extreme for the burglary/murder of a long-time employee of Illinois Power and Light. Does anyone care to fill me on what the hell is going on?" I looked over the group. "Oh, and thank you Investigator Brewster for your call. I know I didn't take the news well." "Was that the part where you said you would point to the dead bodies?" Theodora took charge. "Yes, I think that was the gaff I was referring to," I agreed. "Why are you here, Mr. Nyilas?" Lisa Capella jumped in. She had decided to not go along with the FBI playbook. "I came to see the woman found alive in my family home," I replied smoothly. "She is probably still in surgery," Lisa gave a twist of the lips; sex. "Oh, she got out an hour ago," I enlightened them. "Let's take this conversation to FBI Headquarters," Theodora 'suggested'; you know, in the way that really wasn't a suggestion. "Have you gone to see that woman?" Lisa wouldn't let up; good for her. It was upsetting Theodora and I'd already decided that Brewster was my go-to guy on this investigation. "Yes," I responded to Lisa. "Isn't she under police protection?" Lisa and Theodora blurted out together. "There was a policeman at her door," I shrugged. "We went in and I talked to her." "What did she say?" Theodora brushed Lisa aside. "Nothing. She had one of those tubes down her throat. Whatever I said; well, I was emotional," I evaded. "She was barely conscious." Lisa was urgently contacting her guy who was supposed to be watching the only person in custody they had. He claimed to have 'blacked out'. He couldn't remember anyone coming in to see the woman and swore he hadn't been unconscious for any length of time. He went in, checked up on the Amazon and she was fine; for someone who had been shot six times. "We should go to the FBI offices," Theodora repeated. "I'm going home," I sighed sadly. "I want to go home." "It is still an active crime scene," John told me. "There won't be any civilian access for some time." Translation: until they decided to give me the carrot instead of the stick. "Please, come with us," FBI Special Agent Brock added his weight. "No. I'm going with Burnham PD," I countered. "You can find me there." "That's not how it works," Theodora upped her authority meter. Lisa had fallen back, trying to take in the bigger picture. Brewster was clearly trying to recall if he had Any history with me, or my Dad, that would make me trust him over the others. "I may be a liberal arts major from northern New England, but I know how a larynx works," I regarded Theodora. "Unless I choose to make a sound, it does nothing. Nothing is about to be all we have left to do and say." "Don't you want to help solve your Father's murder?" Brock tried to sound both sympathetic and threatening at the same time. I was suddenly bombarded with the taste of Lime Sherbet and Jalapenos Ice Cream. "Really? Fine; I'm going to hang out with the only person in this room I know is working on my Father's murder, not on their career," I reposed. "We are all trying to;” Lisa got out. "You maybe," I gave Lisa that much. "My Father made around $70,000 a year after twenty-six years for Illinois P and L. He had almost paid off the colossal debt built up by my Mother's illness and my college expenses." "As far as I know, he took out one loan his entire life; from a bank; and he paid it off," I continued. "He was a lapsed Catholic, a member of the IBEW; Local 9, and he jogged. He barely used e-mail and had no close friends I am aware of. The only woman he loved was my Mother and he mourned her to the day he died." "What about your activity?" Theodora inquired. We weren't running off to her playground; yet. Handcuffing a grieving son would look bad and, by my attitude, wouldn't make me talkative in the least. "I have the unfortunate habit of sleeping with every woman I meet," I began. "So that's over 200 erotic encounters. I get annoyed with people throwing their weight around," I continued, "which is why you and I are getting off on the wrong foot, Special Agent Theodora Chumwell. I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments, getting paid an insane amount to fetch laundry and keep secrets. Good enough?" "No, it is not;” Theodora simmered. "How did you know about the existence of the woman upstairs and how did you know to come here?" Lisa interrupted. "I grew up in that house, know the neighbors and know this is the closest EMS center to home," I lied convincingly. "Who are you?" Brewster decided that I wasn't exiting the hospital gracefully so turned on Rachel. She didn't speak, choosing to be creepy and brandishing a wallet instead. I kept forgetting that most full-blooded Amazons had minimal socialization with outsiders. Having graduated elementary school, everyone else knew this was a bizarre reaction. "Rachel Louis," Brewster read off the license in the wallet. A normal person would have acknowledged that somehow; not Rachel. "You are Rachel Louis, aren't you?" "Yes, she is," I intervened. "Rachel is a co-worker at Havenstone and she is misanthropic misandrist." There was a pregnant pause. The confusion wasn't with 'misanthropic'. It was a grown-up word in usage with colorful police-types. It was 'misandrist' that had them stumped. "Rachel is an unsociable man-hater," I explained. "Standing at my side in this hospital is ten kinds of Hell for her." "What kind of piece do you normal carry?" Rios asked her. Unsocial didn't mean stupid. "I use a Glock-22 and Rachel carries a STI Perfect 10," I answered. "We have been experiencing quite a gopher problem around the office." I could have done better; I should have done better. I was just too tired inside to create an inventive lie. "Do have gun licenses for those weapons?" Mr. ATF kept prodding at our cover story. "It seems Ms. Louis; is it Ms. Ms. Louis?" Brewster continued. I flashed Rachel a look which she interpreted correctly. "Yes, my name is Ms. Rachel Louis," Rachel replied. To me, "I find this distraction to be annoying. We should go." "It would seem Ms. Louis has all kinds of;” Brewster got out before Rachel snatched the wallet from his grip with the speed of a Peregrine Falcon. Brewster had this stunned look familiar to crows, doves and starlings the world over as one of their kin passed into the next life in a flash. A combination of 'No you didn't!' with 'what the flock?' "Ah;” Brewster got out. "On that note, I think we will be going," I shrugged. To Rachel, "You do not get out enough." "Can I see your wallet again?" Brewster was still confused by Rachel's rudeness. He was a cop for the love of God. People not wanting to go to jail do not snatch things from a cop's hands. "I gave you my wallet. I am not to blame if you used its time in your possession unwisely," Rachel counterattacked. "Unless there is a legal technicality, we shall be leaving. If there is a legal issue, here," she produced a business card with a flourish, "is the contact information for our legal department." Theodora took the card gingerly then read it. "Havenstone again," she mused. "Are you sure this is the path you wish to take, Mr. Nyilas?" "Are you insane?" I trembled with emotion. "I want to be back in New York, working my queue and thinking about what my date and I will be doing tonight. I want my Dad to be alive. I don't want to be thinking that the last time we talked I forgot to tell him I loved him." "Path, you Idiot!" I screamed at Theodora. Screw it, I was crying again. "Not a damn thing any of you can do will bring my Dad back to me; so fuck off!" In a strange way, that was what they had been looking for. Not my wounded soul, but my rage and pain toward a World suddenly found to be cruel and pointless. Behind my crumbling façade was another worry. Outside in the parking lot were three Amazons with weapons ready to rush to my aid. It wasn't that the Host was rash, or reckless, by nature. I was one of the fifty-six most important people in their society. Three other SD members had died in the defense of House Ishara already and they were damn sure those women would not have died in vain. I wasn't leaving in federal custody willingly and if I walked out in restraints, I wasn't sure if they would decide offing some law enforcement agents and staging my kidnapping was the best course of action. Remember, I wanted to bury my Father. They wanted to keep me alive. If those two goals collided, they would apologize after the fact. "Mr. Nyilas, I really believe we should;” Theodora got out then I brushed past her. It was a delicate moment and the chemistry between Rachel and I wasn't lost on most of them. She was a bodyguard yet my servant too. It was professional tribalism; two words that don't normally get along. Rios picked up on the other undercurrent. He recoiled from Rachel, retreating to buy space when/if Rachel attacked. Unlike the rest, he sensed that aggression by law enforcement would be met with lethal force. The Amazon didn't care about the badge and the legions of fellow officers backing it up. She was fearless. Things weren't over yet. "Mr. Nyilas, where are you going next?" Detective Lisa came after us. "I; I don't know," I muttered. "Where is my Father's body? I know he wanted to be cremated and buried beside Mom; I guess." Brewster came hurrying along. "He is at the Medical Examiner's Office," Lisa informed me. "Come with me." "Why don't you give me the address?" I sighed. "Do you and your buddy know your way around Chicago, Hometown Boy?" Lisa kept it up. She was hitting on me and lining me up at the same time. "How about we cut to the chase?" I looked at her with tear-soaked eyes. "We'll take my cars; cars with an 's'," I offered. "I am a hometown boy. I've never had a reason to locate the Medical Examiner before. Since I have a boatload of angry women with guns who will not fit into your sedan and leaving them behind isn't an option, mine is the only means of travel that makes sense." Low and behold, the two cops looked at each other then followed Rachel and I to our little caravan. We were too close for the officers to have missed Rachel snapping off some quick, coded instructions to her team; most likely to hide the seriously illegal firearms. To say the Amazons were not pleased with my decisions spoke volumes to their concern for me and lack of police experience. Pamela, who had beaten us back to the cars, seemed privately entertained as always. Rachel was reluctantly sitting up front. Lisa, Brewster and I were in the second row and Pamela sat in back. Not only did the two not get a good look at Pamela, she was perfectly placed to do all kinds of mischief unseen. "So the woman upstairs works with you?" Lisa asked as we pulled out. "Where to?" Tiger Lily (I still wasn't used to that name) requested of our Police 'buddies'. Lisa popped off the address. It was 'I'll scratch your back, you'll scratch mine'. Tiger Lily entered the data into the onboard computer and off we went. "No. She does not work for me, or my boss, directly. She was at my Father's on my behalf though I was unaware of it," I related. "Are you going to tell us what the hell happened?" Brewster prodded. "That I don't know. I am not personally aware of anyone who would want to kill my Father, or me," I answered. "Anyone who would want to get at me would come at me, not Dad," I continued. "I don't live in a fortress. It is a hardly spacious apartment near the East River. I share the place with my roommate, Timothy Denver, and a; companion by the name of Odette Sievert." "Companion? Is she; a working girl?" Lisa went searching. "No, I use the term companion to indicate she's too nice a girl for me. She's sweet, conscientious and giving. My only wish for Odette is that she finds a guy who can appreciate her a hell of a lot more than I do," I explained. "Timothy is my gay, body-building tattoo artist best friend. I've gotten the feeling he's busted some heads in his time. Hardly anything noteworthy." "Mr. Nyilas, have you ever considered that you live a very messy life?" Brewster pondered. "One does not 'consider' what one knows to be true. One knows it to be true and moves on," I grumbled. "Yes, I know I live a screwed up life." "What about your friends here?" Lisa indicated the other three women in the vehicle. This elicited another groan from me. "Investigator Brewster; Horace and Detective Capella; Lisa, please call me Cáel. This is the point I accept that I am exhausted and not in any shape to make good decisions. I'll plead the Fifth," I confessed. "We already know you were in New York when your father was murdered, Mister; Cáel," Brewster stated. "Everyone we've talked to says you and your father were very close. Barring some expensive Life Insurance policy being taken out on him, we have no reason to suspect you had a direct hand in his death. Not being a suspect, that implies you have no Fifth Amendment, or Miranda Rights to hide behind; just so we are clear," Brewster schooled me. "I can make this game of footsy easy on all of you," Pamela whispered. The officers jolted in their seats. "Cáel cannot talk to you for the very reason the Fifth Amendment exists." "You are not like the rest of this menagerie," Lisa noted. "Nah, I kill people for a living. The rest of the group has some code of conduct that keeps you two alive," Pamela smiled. Those two didn't know what to make of Pamela's statement because it was so sincere yet incredible. "If Cáel tells you anything else he will be admitting to his involvement in a criminal conspiracy. Said conspiracy is why Ferko Nyilas is dead, but Cáel had nothing to do with it," Pamela enlightened them. Fact digestion time for the two law dogs. Brewster recovered faster. "But why was Ferko Nyilas murdered?" he asked. "The men didn't come to kill him," Pamela kept talking about the tea and crumpets. "They probably showed up to escort him to a place where some far more important scumbags could talk with him." "The all-girl squad was there and Ferko was caught in the crossfire," Lisa mumbled. "Why was there a firefight if his life was in danger and both sides wanted him alive?" "Stupidity," Pamela replied. "Give any group of people guns and then surprise them, stupid shit happens; I apologize Cáel." "I don't buy that," Brewster said. "They simply started shooting at each other; no." "Okay Horace, let me break it down for you. The ladies were told to go there and guard the guy without being told why. The men who showed up were most likely told to grab Ferko without knowing why either." "That makes no sense," Lisa protested. "Congratulations. That is why Cáel can't talk to you anymore," Pamela smirked. "This is the sort of crap he has inadvertently been caught up with; no fault of his own. If he did any of this on purpose, I'd kill him myself." "He is some poor schmuck who only wanted a 7 to 5 job, to make tons of money and bedding a different girl every night," Pamela teased me. "He's no criminal mastermind, or even a convincing criminal. If he has a failing it is that he tends to merely beat up people who deserve to have their spleens ripped out instead. I'm training him to be smarter than that." "Who are you?" Brewster gawked. Pamela gave a sinister smile. Lisa looked at me. "I've fought a woman with a twelve foot stick with a pointy bit of metal at the end with little thought to my personal safety. This lady (Pamela) scares me. She is with me because I have no means of stopping her and I put saving others a great deal of pain and suffering over my own unsettled nerves." "Do you really think you are that good?" Lisa half-turned around to face Pamela. "Do you want your gun back?" Pamela offered up a police issue Glock 22, grip first. My kind of gun. How sad. I was too depressed to seduce Officer Lisa. Brewster reached around to check is firearm. It was still there, much to his relief. "How did you do that?" Lisa wondered as she retrieved and inspected her weapon. Pamela tapped Brewster's shoulder with the man's magazine. Brewster was aghast. She'd stolen his gun, taken out the ammo and returned it without him noticing. "I found it on the floor. The truth is a bit more expensive than you are willing to pay at the moment, believe me," Pamela grinned. Why had Pamela showboated? She was buying me some mental respite. She was also exhibiting to the two police folks that there might be some truth to her outlandish tale of criminal conspiracies. Unlike the other Amazons, Pamela knew we had to maintain friendly relations with some part of law enforcement if I was going to bury my Father. (The Medical Examiner's Office) So much happens in life we rarely put the timespan of events in context. Talking with a person in line who turns out to make your day better/worse, become a friend and/or a date. In a matter of a few seconds your life has been altered. Two minutes later and you would have missed getting the concert tickets where you meet your future; whomever. Two minutes sooner and you get caught in the 'speed trap' instead of the other poor sap who you drive past as they sit on the side of the road keeping the patrol officer company. His/her insurance rate goes up while you have that extra money for later. Had we arrived two minutes earlier to the morgue; disaster aborted. Two minutes later would have equated to a frustrating mystery. Life was not so kind. It was the same group as before; Detective Lisa, Investigator Horace, Rachel and I. We had just added an Assistant Medical Examiner who was going over information garnered from the autopsy with the two cops. Pamela was 'checking things out', whatever that meant. The key to it all was Rachel being Rachel. Security Detail are more than simply elite fighting-women. They are also bodyguards, security specialist and normally stack a third specialty into the mix. When Rachel spotted five armed people in the hallway right outside the Medical Examiner's autopsy room, her alertness spiked. Only one was a uniformed police officer. Rachel was still gun-less. The two EMS personnel rolling an occupied body bag out on a gurney shouldn't have had on their heavy jackets on a late June afternoon. The other two men were chatting about something. That wasn't unusual. Where they were standing was; to Lisa's experienced eye. Rachel's heightened anxiety made Lisa double-check everything. Horace didn't know what was wrong yet when Lisa's hand came to rest on her piece, he put his hand on his Ruger SR45. "Excuse me," Lisa called out. No one stopped moving. "Excuse me," Lisa demanded in a louder voice. "I am Detective Lisa Capella, Chicago Police Department; Homicide Division. What is going on?" That was a reach. Bodies exit the morgue all the time. The two people with the body made sense. The two 'odd' fellows weren't breaking any law. In cop-talk, this was called 'gut instinct'. She produced her badge. There was a quick look by the two ambulance folk to the farther of the two 'talking' men. That group were rather competent, just not competent conmen. The two EMS guys turned and tried to give Lisa a causal look. "What can we do for you, officer?" the designated diplomat asked nonchalantly. "Whose body is that?" Lisa inquired. "I'm not sure; all we do is pick 'em up and take them to the appropriate funeral home," he shrugged. "Take ten seconds and show me the release order," Lisa gave a chilly command. The cop at the far end of the hall; the one with the door that lead to the loading/unloading area, was starting to clue in that something wasn't right. "Oh, by the Great Pumpkin, this is bad," Brewster muttered under his breath like a thousand other fathers who engaged in the daily struggle to not curse at work so they wouldn't curse around their children. "Of course, Detective Capella," the diplomat nodded. "Is there a problem?" He carefully pulled out his smart phone and handed it over. Lisa wasn't born yesterday. She handed the phone to me instead of looking at it herself. She was keeping her eyes on the guys with guns. They really did have an order to transfer my Father to a mortuary. Apparently I had requested this be done; without my knowledge. "Cáel Nyilas requested his father be taken to the Green Meadows mortuary in Cicero," I informed Lisa, Rachel and Horace. "I need to talk to Mr. Nyilas," Lisa informed them. "If I can't talk to him, I can't let the body leave this building. This is an ongoing investigation." The 'diplomat' was worried yet Lisa had given him an out. After I returned his phone, he called his off-site boss, who gave him a number which the diplomat gave to Lisa. Lisa called 'me' without my phone ringing. Even so, 'I' confirmed the authorization. The four gunmen relaxed as Lisa hung up. "One more question," Lisa pulled a 'Columbo', "was this a rush job, or are you all 'not ready for prime time players'?" The 'diplomat' made one last lunge at deception. "Detective Capella, our work order is legitimate," he shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what you mean?" "Funeral homes have their own uniforms; they do not dress as EMS," Lisa deconstructed their illusions. "The bodies of murder victim are not released by the Medical Examiner until a cause of death is known and that information is released to the homicide detective assigned to the case; that would be me, if there was any doubt. Your two buddies down the hall could have read and critiqued the Magna Carta in the time it has taken for you to do your 'song and dance'," Lisa pointed out. "Oh, and the real Cáel Nyilas is standing next to me. Whoever talked with me on the phone is going to jail too. Now I suggest the four of you face the wall, put your hands over your head, palms against the wall and no one will get hurt." Darwin check time; they drew their guns. Of course they drew their guns. Why would they not draw their guns considering the farthest enemy was all of 4 meters away and the only immediately cover was my Dad's horizontal corpse? Gurneys tend to be lightweight and mostly empty space. The quickest on the draw was one of the two 'talkers'. He whipped out a 357 Magnum revolver and popped two shots into the police officer next to him; right in the center mass at less than 2 meters; ouch. Rachel was next, making a diving front roll between the two cops, toward the two fake EMS guys. I was right behind her, except my plan was to vault Dad's body and get at the second talker. I was not acting sanely. The second talker went in the next split second. He had brought a sawed-off automatic shotgun to the fight. His first salvo blew a chunk out of the wall next to Lisa's hip. She was less than an eye-blink behind as she put two slugs into the 'diplomat's' armored chest. He was kind enough to drop his Mac 11 from his twitching fingers and into Rachel's hands. Less than a single heartbeat later, the 'diplomat's EMS buddy revealed his own Mac 11. His mistake was not shooting his first target; Brewster. He was tracking Rachel and me instead, hoping to catch us together in a spray of lead. The general feeling was that, for all his law enforcement experience, Investigator Brewster had never actually shot at anyone before. His cop instincts kicked into overdrive. The perpetrators appeared to be wearing body armor and possessed a small arsenal of illegal weapons. His aim tweaked up, he pulled the trigger and a 45 ACP round effectively decapitated his target; our first confirmed casualty. My encounter with the Latin Kings had been a lesson in poor tactical flexibility. This time, by unspoken agreement, the two talkers were exercising their tactical acumen as they began withdrawing toward the exit. With the short range, width of the hall and lack of cover, being shot at by a shotgun, or a 357 didn't make much difference. I was trying to jump onto the gurney and launch myself at the two when my toe caught on the bottom of Dad's body, turning my heroic rush into a face-plant on Father. The men's cover fire worked on Lisa and Horace. Lisa, being more exposed, had to dive flat. Horace crouch-ran to Rachel. Rachel, with her submachine gun, was firing a steady stream of bullets from between the gurney's top surface and bottom shelf. Her shots shattered shotgun guy's shins and blasted off his knee caps. As that bastard screamed and toppled forward, Rachel emptied the magazine into both his thighs and his right hip. By the copious nature of the blood spray, an artery had been clipped, if not severed. Horace grabbed the back of my jacket and yanked me off the gurney, down to his side. Lisa fired off a few shots at the vanishing leader, but he was already out the door. Rachel was rifling the closest EMS's headless body, looking for a fresh clip for the M 11. "Don't," Horace cautioned her. Lisa was running to the door. "Rachel, leave the gun and follow me," I commanded. "Wait," Horace called out. He was in an impossible situation. The bold Assistant ME began looking for any survivors, starting with the diplomat. Detective Capella was chasing after a possible cop-killer. I was already running after Lisa and Horace couldn't ride herd on Rachel, catch me and support Lisa all at once. Rachel muttered in Hittite 'dirty goat' at my fleeting form. I was sure its true meaning was far nastier. "Da-darn it," Horace grimaced as he started rushing after the three of us. I doubted it was any consolation to Horace that Lisa shot me an evil look when I caught up to her at the loading dock. There were no cars peeling away and had the bad guy fled out the huge doors 15 meters away, she would have seen him. Rachel arrived next. "Secure my Father's body," I instructed. She wasn't pleased but she wasn't talking back either. Horace showed up last of all. He was talking over his walky-talky, updating the Chicago PD on all the crazy, tragic crap that had gone down. Rachel slipped past Horace on her way back to Dad. The unspoken order was for her to re-arm and stay close, something she couldn't do under Horace's watchful gaze. Lisa and Horace were working out a plan to take their perpetrator down and it didn't include me. I was a civilian after all. My thinking was traipsing in a different direction. They were thinking criminal evasion. I was thinking stone cold, bad-ass killer. He may have already killed one police officer in cold blood. Why not make it three? There was also the mathematics of it all. Two guns are more likely to hit a target than one; I had learned that bit of tactical insight from my time with Aya. My disadvantage was my advantage. I didn't have a gun so I didn't have to position myself so I could shoot at anyone else. "Here I go," I alerted the two officers. My body was flying onto the loading deck before they could stop me. My cockamamie idea saved my life. Maybe he thought I stumbled and lost my piece. Maybe, at the last second, he saw through my deception. Maybe he was wondering what the last episode of 'Defiance' would be like. We'll never know. According to Lisa, he was tracking my fall with his 3 57 Magnum. He didn't shoot because he only had two bullets left, hadn't been able to reload yet and his Berretta 9 mm back-up pistol was on the other side of his body. Two bullets; two cops, he was probably sure he could beat me to death. Anyway, when he figured out the sacrificial lamb was the unarmed me, he returned his aim to the entryway, Lisa and Horace. The guy wasn't behind any sort of cover. He was pressed against the wall so he wouldn't be able to bring his other pistol into play inside that first split second. When Lisa shot him, it had to hurt, but didn't put him down. She shot again; missed. He shot, missed, shot again hitting Lisa and knocking her back and down. The leader pivoted off the wall, bringing his Berretta to bare on Investigator Brewster. A lifetime inside the blink of an eye; Horace's bullet hit the criminal; major brain splatter. Poor Horace. Horace was falling onto his side, taking a wild shot and hoping to keep the gunman from shooting Lisa and I when he accidentally ended the man's existence. The lead bad guy's final shot zipped passed Horace's left shoulder, over my legs and ricocheted off the loading dock wall and into space. Good old Lisa, she staggered to her feet then stumbled over to the gunman, seeking some signs of life. He was alive. Horace's 45 slug had 'only' removed the top half of his brain so the heart and lungs were still being told to beat and breath. As she was making her own call for Emergency Services, a piece of the man's skull that had been clinging to the wall plopped down. That broke Horace. He began vomiting. I rolled over to a sitting position. Rachel peeked in then utilized her blue tooth to stop the rest of the SD team from swarming me in a public building. Cops began showing up. As soon as Detective Capella had made her initial report and dealt with the traumatic injuries among the survivors, she turned on me. "Are you insane!" she screamed at yours truly. "Yes," I muttered. "I've been trying to tell you that for over an hour now." "This is not a joking matter," Lisa moved into my personal space. Was I really so far gone I didn't want sex? Nah; I could do her. "I could have killed people." "To be fair," I stood up, "you didn't kill anyone." The policeman was clinging to life, the 'diplomat' had been saved by his body armor and the second talker's prospects didn't look promising. "Horace buried two and I'm betting the guy Rachel shot isn't going to survive having both his femoral arteries cut. Two decades of Law  and  Order has taught me that some sort of Internal Affair's investigation is going to happen. I imagine there is a great deal of surveillance video so you should be vindicated quickly. We are still going to part ways for a while," I pointed out. "Take care." I made to leave. "Where do you think you are going?" Lisa grabbed my arm. "You were involved in a gunfight in a major municipal building. You can't walk away." "Yes I can," I grunted. "Horace, I've pointed you at the dead bodies," I told the Burnham investigator. "Good luck," I patted him on the shoulder. The look he came back with wasn't one of resigned defeat. Oh no, he was going to figure out what the fuck was going on, or else. The rest of the Chicago PD wasn't letting to let us leave either, so off Rachel and I were taken to the closest Precinct where we were non-communicative. (Back with the Feds) Theodora rescued me and Rachel into Federal custody where we were equally useless. It didn't take me long to figure out that, compared to Rachel, I was being downright verbose. If me being a jackass was a bonus for the Feds, they didn't exhibit an ounce of appreciation. I really loved Special Agent John Rios getting all 'super ass-kicker' on me. I was looking at 'serious' federal jail time. I was a 'domestic terrorist' and under the Patriot Act; then I fell out of my chair laughing. I was fatigued; my ability to separate desire from reality was fading plus I always fought back with my wits before my fists. "I've been awake for thirty-six hours," I chuckled as I regained my seat. "What is your excuse for being delusional?" I snorted. "I trip up cocky bastards like you all the time," John sat on the table, hovering above me. "You think you've got all the angles covered. You don't, Mr. Nyilas. People like you take things for granted, screw up and then you are all turning on each other like rats." "Ugh," I sighed. "Fine, Brainiac, what am I doing wrong? To clarify the question for you, what crime am I involved with that makes me a criminal, a terrorist, or a criminal terrorist?" "Guns, Cáel Nyilas," John sneered. "With all the people running around with all those firearms, it is pretty freaking obvious." "Wow; uh; John;” I started. <

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WSTFA President Jon DeVaney says hard to believe, but it's that time of year for the 120th Annual Meeting and Hort Show!

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WSTFA President Jon DeVaney says hard to believe, but it's that time of year for the 120th Annual Meeting and Hort Show!

Alexandra Nowell, the long time brewer, hop advocate, and all around good person, is here for a conversation about how this past season went in the Yakima Valley, and to talk about her new brewery in Ohio, the Mellotone Beer Project. For more Drink Beer, Think Beer check out All About Beer.SponsorsFestival of Wood and Barrel-Aged BeerIf you appreciate the precision of barrel-aged beer, you got to check out the Festival of Wood and Barrel-Aged Beer in ChicagoYou'll get access to more than 350 beers, ciders, meads and perrys from 13 style categories brewed by the world's top barrel-aged brewers—all under one roof. The Festival of Wood and Barrel-Aged Beer in Chicago takes flight November 22nd and 23rd in Chicago.Grab your crew and get your tickets now and at Fobab.comHost: John HollGuest: Alexandra NowellSponsors: All About Beer, Festival of Wood and Barrel-Aged BeerTags: Brewing, Hops, Yakima, Ohio, New Brewery, IPA, HellesPhoto: 

The gang gathers to taste two fresh-hopped beers: Strata, Strata, Strata IPA and the Martian Fresh Hop Red IPA. Bobby, Haj, Dan, and Ron break down their trips to Top Hops in Michigan as well as a whirlwind hop picking trip in Yakima.  -- Have a question for us? If we read your question on an episode, you get a free Land-Grant shirt. Submit your question now over on our website! --  Want to try the beers we cover on the pod? head over to our handy Beer Finder or join us at the taproom. 

What’s Trending: King County suddenly cleared a Burien homeless encampment and wants credit for it. One of the ferries that runs from Bainbridge Island to Seattle will be down for at least a week, which means the route is down to another route. Kamala Harris is trying to shore up support with male voters and released one the most cringe political ads ever. // Big Local: Residents in DuPont are voicing concerns about a warehouse that might be built on a trail that is home to a large Western Grey Squirrel population. Murder hornets are back! A Kenmore pot shop was targeted in a smash-and-grab. The kinajou that was found in Yakima has found a new home. // A new article in the Wall Street Journal says you should be polite to your Chatbot.

Thanks for checking out the October episode of Good, but not the best... a Dancing Gnome podcast. This month we have Brett Herron of Dancing Gnome sitting in with us for the entire episode. We kick things off by talking about a busy September and looking ahead into October, including Dancing Gnome's 8th anniversary! Andrew tells us about the anniversary beer releases and what else to expect for the anniversary weekend. Next, Andrew and Brett talk about their trip to Yakima valley for hop selection. We wrap up the show with a round of "Name that Hop" and a quick round of "Watch, Listen, Learn." Thanks for listening!Intro & Outro music by: Kabbalistic VillageBreak music by: Kevin MacLeod

Ron has returned!  And he's brought fresh hops and f*ck ups from his time in Yakima, where he and Phaedra picked hops, toured farms, and drank all the wine. The two barely overlapped with Bethany,... The post Episode 114: Adventures in Hop Country! appeared first on Grit & Grain Podcast.

That's right!  Our best bud R.J. is back on the mic this week! Ron and Phaedra were busy picking some fresh hops in over in Yakima, but R.J. hung out and caught us up on... The post Episode 113: The Birthplace of Pilsner with R.J. Adler appeared first on Grit & Grain Podcast.

it's fresh hop season!  Brian and Sarah got to try this hazy straight outta Yakima via Vancouver and would love to tell you all about it!

Welcome to a special episode of Surviving The Survivor...the podcast that brings you the #BestGuests in all of #truecrime. In this LIVE episode, the COE fills in for Host Joel Waldman and brings on friends and #BestGuests ‪Gigi McKelvey from @PrettyLiesAndAlibis‬ and Lauren Matthias from ‪@HiddenTrueCrime‬. The three discuss Kouri Richins, the mother turned author who wrote a book to help her three sons process their father's death...only to be arrested for his murder. The "COE" is STS' "Chief of Everything" and Joel's wife. Before joining STS @TheCOE or Ileana, was a network news correspondent in LA and in Miami. She was also a local news anchor and reporter in NYC, LA, DC, Philly, Tucson, and Yakima, WA. The COE covered everything from breaking news to investigative pieces but mostly enjoyed doing health and advocacy stories that directly impacted and supported the community. Ileana lives in Miami with Joel, their 3 kids and their 2 pups. Lauren Matthias hosts @HiddenTrueCrime with her husband Dr. John Matthias who is a forensic psychologist. Lauren is a former award-winning journalist who retired from news to pivot to true crime storytelling. Lauren and her husband have been featured on NBC's Dateline as well as ABC's 20/20 for various cases they have covered on their true crime channel. Lauren is known for her in-depth coverage of the Chad Daybell case. Gigi McKelvey is the host of @PrettyLiesAndAlibis and is a freelance reporter for various true crime networks. Gigi covers true crime's most complex and tragic cases as she deep dives into the details of each case. Gigi has covered everything from Alex Murdaugh to Lori Vallow and Chad Daybell. Gigi is also an advocate for victims of domestic abuse and violence and continues to focus on criminal justice and creating a better support system for those in need. #truecrimecommunity #truecrimepodcast #truestory #murdermystery #murdermystery2 #crimestory #criminaljustice #kouririchins #mom #author #legalupdates #crimeSTS YouTube Channel: Surviving The Survivor: #BestGuests in True Crime - YouTubeSTS Book on Audible: Https://www.audible.com/pd/Surviving-...STS Book on Amazon: Https://www.amazon.com/shop/surviving...STS Merch Store: https://www.bonfire.com/store/sts-store/STS Patreon: Https://patreon.com/SurvivingTheSurvivorSTS Website: https://survivingthesurvivor.com/All Things STS

In this eye-opening episode of Rainy Day Rabbit Holes, we uncover the startling connections between a small plastic bread tab and a global conspiracy that reaches from Yakima, Washington, to the heart of far-right extremism, and even the legendary treasure of Yamashita's gold. We delve into the surprising story of the Kwik Lok company, founded in Yakima, and its ties to far-right movements. But that's just the beginning. Join us as we explore how this humble bread tab links to a global network of intrigue involving the fallen dictator Ferdinand Marcos, the CIA, and a treasure hunt that has spanned decades. And don't miss the shocking twist at the end of the episode—this is one rabbit hole you'll definitely want to go down. Listen now and prepare to be amazed!Want ad-free episodes? Join our Patreon for ad-free listening, bonus episodes, and more! You can find links to the Patreon, our social media, and all of our episodes at our website: www.rainydayrabbitholes.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/rainy-day-rabbit-holes-pacific-northwest-history-and-humor--6271663/support.

Washington State is the second-largest wine producing state in the US with about 1,050 wineries making over 17 million cases of wine. In this show I cover the largest sub region of the Columbia Valley AVA, Yakima Valley AVA (and its sub-AVAs).   Map: Yakima Valley Tourism   Yakima is in south-central Washington, at 46˚  N latitude. In 1983 it became Washington State's first federally-recognized AVA. Responsible for nearly 1/3 of Washington's total planted land,  the major grapes in Yakima Valley are the American standards: Chardonnay, Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, plus Riesling and Syrah.   Photo: Vineyard in Rattlesnake Hills AVA Source: Washington Wine Commission Yakima is on what locals call the ‘dry side' of Washington state, the high desert east of the Cascade Mountains, which consists of irrigated farmland and sagebrush-covered wild land. The area is known for a handful of very large wineries but is dominated by small family run operations.     Photo: Snipes Mountain AVA Source: Washington Wine Commission   The podcast includes a review of the region's history, the fascinating geology and climate of this area and then the sub-appellations of this relatively new and somewhat underrated Washington powerhouse region. Full show notes and all back episodes are on Patreon. Become a member today! www.patreon.com/winefornormalpeople _______________________________________________________________   Check out my exclusive sponsor, Wine Access.  They have an amazing selection -- once you get hooked on their wines, they will be your go-to! Make sure you join the Wine Access-Wine For Normal People wine club for wines I select delivered to you four times a year!    To register for an AWESOME, LIVE WFNP class with Elizabeth or get a class gift certificate for the wine lover in your life go to: www.winefornormalpeople.com/classes    

What’s Trending: Exclusive: A Bellevue school showed clearly inappropriate propaganda video to kids. David Gelman (Trump campaign legal surrogate, former prosecutor) breaks down what’s next for Trump after the landmark immunity SCOTUS decision. // Big Local: The Washington State trooper that found a stranded Kinkajou in Yakima thought it was a Pokeman. Everett neighbors are on the lookout for a porch pirate. // Jason reacts to President Biden’s live remarks on the SCOTUS immunity ruling.

What’s Trending: Semi Bird is now attacking the Washington State GOP for “undermining” his campaign. // Big Local: Bellevue police is on the lookout for thieves that have been robbing the elderly. Members of the Everett News Guild have returned to work after their parent company agreed to negotiate. An exotic “Kinkajou” was found in Yakima and sent to Tacoma’s Woodland Park Zoo. 11 bunnies were tragically killed in an animal sanctuary fire in Renton. // Years later, the left-wing fact checker Snopes has finally corrected the record on Donald Trump’s “very fine people” comments in Charlottesville, Virginia.

In this exclusive episode of DEEP TROUBLE, Rhett Halpin from Yakima, Washington, and his friends were out for just a few-hour ride when a decision to check out an unknown trail quickly traps them into a race against the clock. Photos and links related to this episode can be found in the show notes.  Adventure Rider Radio and RAW are the longest-running adventure motorcycle and travel podcasts and we remain committed to bringing you new and exciting episodes every Thursday. Never miss an episode, be sure to FOLLOW the show on your favourite podcast app. Have a show idea or suggestion, send us an email. We'd love to hear from you! If you can, we'd love to get your support, please visit the Support page on our website. Thank you for listening!

In this exclusive episode of DEEP TROUBLE, Rhett Halpin from Yakima, Washington, and his friends were out for just a few-hour ride when a decision to check out an unknown trail quickly traps them into a race against the clock. Links: Photos and links related to this episode can be found in the show notes on Adventure Rider Radio. Subscribe and never miss an episode: Make sure to subscribe so you never miss an episode! We release new episodes every Thursday, packed with insights you won't want to miss. Suggestions: Have a show idea or suggestion, send us an email. We'd love to hear from you! Leave a review: If you loved today's episode, please take a moment to leave us a 5-star review on Apple Podcasts or your favourite podcast app. Your feedback helps us reach more listeners and improve the show. Follow us on social media: Join our community on Facebook and Instagram. Support us: Please consider supporting us! Your support helps us keep the adventure going and brings you even more great content.  Share the podcast: Know someone who would benefit from today's episode? Share it with them! Spreading the word helps our podcast grow. Join our newsletter: Stay up to date with our latest episodes by signing up for our newsletter at Adventure Rider Radio. Get all the best content delivered straight to your inbox.

In this 227th in a series of live discussions with Bret Weinstein and Heather Heying (both PhDs in Biology), we talk about the state of the world through an evolutionary lens.In this episode, we discuss the failure of the WHOs Pandemic Preparedness Treaty—what it means, what the world did right, and what Goliath may have learned from the experience against a scrappy band of emergent Davids. Also: who cheats in high school sports, who does not, and what the Washington State Track and Field meet in Yakima demonstrated about athleticism, sportsmanship, and honor, with special mention of Braelyn Baker. Finally: thoughts about dreams.*****Our sponsors:Seed: Start a new healthy habit today with Seed probiotics. Use code 25DarkHorse at https://seed.com/darkhorse to get 25% off your first month of Seed's DS-01® Daily Synbiotic.Maui Nui Venison: healthiest wild red meat on the planet, from steaks to bone broth to jerky. Go to mauinuivenison.com/darkhorse to get 20% off your first order.Sundays: Dog food so tasty and healthy, even husbands swear by it. Go to www.sundaysfordogs.com/DARKHORSE to receive 35% off your first order.*****Join us on Locals! Get access to our Discord server, exclusive live streams, live chats for all streams, and early access to many podcasts: https://darkhorse.locals.com/Heather's newsletter, Natural Selections (subscribe to get free weekly essays in your inbox): https://naturalselections.substack.comOur book, A Hunter-Gatherer's Guide to the 21st Century, is available everywhere books are sold, including from Amazon: https://a.co/d/dunx3atCheck out our store! Epic tabby, digital book burning, saddle up the dire wolves, and more: https://darkhorsestore.org*****Mentioned in this episode:WHO's Your Daddy (DarkHorse Livestream 197): https://rumble.com/v3pr3ao-bret-and-heather-197th-darkhorse-podcast-livestream.htmlMeryl Nass on the defeat of the WHO's Treaty: https://x.com/nassmeryl/status/1795151440182218878WIAA main site, links to heat sheets and final scores for both Yakima & Tacoma meets: https://www.wiaa.com/tournament-xtr/Support the Show.

Susan Marable disappeared from Yakima, Washington, on an April evening in 1991. She left, saying she would be back, and was never seen or heard from again. There was a story about a sighting of Susan getting into a maroon truck. However, that story remains unconfirmed. Susan's mom worked diligently in the early years to find her daughter, but beyond her work, there isn't much evidence of further efforts to locate Susan. Despite this, Susan's little sister, Robyn, has continued to pursue answers. Thirty-three years after Susan mysteriously vanished, Robyn now has the support of law enforcement, a local reporter, and one of Susan's friends from that time. Together, they are sifting through memories, old notes, and records to identify the men who were preying upon women in Yakima in 1991, hoping to find any clue that could lead them back to Susan.If you have any information regarding the disappearance of Susan Marable, please call the Yakima Police Department at 509-575-6200. If you wish to remain anonymous, please contact Yakima County Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS (8477).If you have a missing loved one that you would like to have featured on the show, please fill out our case submission form.Follow The Vanished on social media at:FacebookInstagramTwitterPatreonSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

34-year-old Susan Marable disappeared from Yakima, Washington, on April 23, 1991. There have been unverified stories that Susan was seen getting into a vehicle, but those are just stories. We do know that Susan had been staying with a man who said she left that day and would return later. When she didn't come back, he became worried and went out to look for her. He later informed her family, who lived a few hours away in Aberdeen. Susan's mother traveled to Yakima to search for her daughter, and she felt most of the investigative work was left to her. Decades later, Susan's sister, Robyn, made it her mission to find Susan. Robyn began digging through the box of notes her mom collected during her many trips to Yakima, trying to piece together what may have happened to Susan in 1991. What she began to uncover was that there were many predators in Yakima in that era, and even before Susan vanished, she had been victimized by one of them.If you have any information regarding the disappearance of Susan Marable, please call the Yakima Police Department at 509-575-6200. If you wish to remain anonymous, please contact Yakima County Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS (8477).If you have a missing loved one that you would like to have featured on the show, please fill out our case submission form.Follow The Vanished on social media at:FacebookInstagramTwitterPatreonSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Our 500th episode! Thanks for coming with us on this incredible journey! We've platformed victims, changed laws, supported survivors, educated law enforcement and taken on the criminal justice system. But without our loyal listeners we could not have done any of that vital work. On today's show Jim weighs in on Josiah Hilderbrand's case. He shares his view as a former prosecutor on what he thinks the Yakima district attorney should and shouldn't have done. Lisa asks Laura what she makes of the recent rash of random attacks on women on the streets of Manhattan, are these copycat crimes or is there a serial offender committing these violent acts? Finally the team give their recommendation on what they are watching. Follow us and continue the conversationOn Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/realcrimeprofile/?hl=enOn Twitterhttps://twitter.com/realcrimeprofilOn Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/realcrimeprofile/>>>>>>>>> SUPPORT OUR OTHER SHOWS