Tad Jones Lived Alone in Nature, Until Nature Revolted - The New York Times

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The life they live

He spent decades under the red cedar trees. Then came the fire season of this summer.

The life they live

He is 73 years old and has a long beard, just like someone's "Father Time". He lives in a hand-crafted shed without electricity or running water, and is nearly eight miles high on a forgotten dirt road in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, one river from a small river named after the long-time settler Waddell. Miles, the latter was killed by the victims. Grizzly. They called him a hermit, a saint, and Unabomber. He doesn't care. On the night of August 16, 2020 (Sunday), when the old man was sleeping under the mahogany canopy, a heat wave with a temperature much higher than 100 degrees blew a cloud of billowing clouds from the ocean. When lightning arrived, it hissed and snakes croaked and filled the dry ground.

We all start somewhere and end there. But how did he become

, Feeding jays and squirrels under the redwood trees every day? His oath of silence, which he took in the early 1930s, made him a mystery to others, because silence is one of our greatest fears of the United States. But he still did not abolish himself. He also has a history and gave birth to a middle class. His mother is an ambitious artistic ambition. His father is a traveling salesman. He has two sisters. He lives in a comfortable Sears Roebuck house in Columbus, Ohio. . He likes camping and fishing with his father. He loves animals, first of all rabbits. Patiently play with his sister Jill. Used to be very ill and may have a concussion after hitting a tree with a sleigh. He went to college and dropped out of school nonsense. In 1967, he joined the army and was sent to Germany instead of Vietnam. He gradually hated authority figures and the command system. His inheritance is growing anger. It is almost a substance: even now, it will burn and ignite.

By the second day (Monday, August 17), lightning had set fire to the grass and bushes in the mountains surrounding Sequoia National Park in the Great Basin. In these blazing fires, the old man lived in a remote enclave of "last chance" in a ravine below the ridge. He has no pipes and stores supplies in plastic buckets. Once a month, he rented a car in the town of Santa Cruz to purchase his supplies, including 800 pounds of seeds to feed the animals, and visited his friend’s 43-year-old daughter, Windy, who helped He raised his daughter. Until recently, when Jimmy Carter was the president and communicated through the blackboard and handwriting on paper, she silently sweared, and until then, she heard his voice. She only knew that he was the kind of wise, constant existence in her life. He told Wendy in a letter: "The Gulf is composed of many microclimates, and the climate I live in is particularly good." "I don't have the inland high temperature or coastal fog. Therefore, I will stay here as long as possible. Good." The fire on the scene was unconstrained. In some places, there is a fuel value of 50 to 100 years on the ground. Although there is no call to evacuate, you can smell the smoke. It is predicted that there will be more heat and wind.

Wine, weeds, sixties. Tad Jones, because this is the name people use it, lives with a girlfriend on a school bus on Sanibel Island, Florida. After the two broke up, he and another sister lived in the barn for a while. As Jill said today, his skin became pale and pale, probably because "alcohol mixed with pharmacology." But at some point, he cheered up and became a seeker. He found yoga that can help scoliosis, and found a master: Baba Hari Dass (Baba Hari Dass), he is an Indian yoga master, he went to California. Like his guru, he gave up all essential material wealth, and seemed to have given up sex and declared silence. Baba Hari Dass wrote: "A person who does not want to own anything owns everything."

At first, it was difficult for the Jones family to understand this retreat, his wanton rejection of American society, but he kept repeating his mantra: he did not want to inflict anger on the world. Or he is getting paranoid Jill recalled: "How impolite he was." "If he is not in his own domain, he will be at a loss." He took a knife to protect himself. He must be careful to wear unisex clothes so as not to be confused by gang members. He let the beard grow out until it finally reaches his knees. He weaves it and rolls it up often, and then unfolds it to surprise new people. Contrary to the industrial age, he lived in the trunk of a redwood tree, and in contrast to the industrial age, he copied those happy camping trips with his father. In the 1980s, he moved to "Last Chance" (Last Chance), a community after returning home, where there are cold springs and barn dances in August. His work here is to become part of the fauna, enter the forest, and code himself in nature. He wrote in a letter that the skunk clings to his legs instead of ever thinking about squirting.


We can use more contemplation, more self-reflection. America-we-we can use more silence. It seems that to withdraw from society, cancel one's voice and sink oneself into the forest area seems to be radical. It turns out that this old man is not really radical. He likes the Rush band and the movie "The Big Lebowski". He reads "National Geographic", articles about extreme changes in remote areas and the environment. Now, the wind is shifting from the northwest to the northeast, and the fire and the terrain, the lighting duff and the branches quickly merge: it will burn more than 43,000 acres in a few hours.

Windy, who admired him, saved all his letters, which were filled with his lively handwritten advice: This is the way to interact with your grandparents, and this is the pros and cons of having children. ("The earth no longer needs other people, so if you want to have a baby, you want to give the baby a chance to succeed.") He told her together with her that the sound of the Mexican radio station he was listening to was singing so cute. He made a light joke to Donald Trump. He said that he had arranged the mahogany suitcases in ascending order and placed them at the entrance of a small pet in the shed so that the cats could protect them from predators. When he was overwhelmed by arthritis (his knees, shoulders and hips, walking with two metal canes), he went to the town to see a doctor and stayed with Windy. He said: "It can be said that crabs are delicious and delicious." "I include a hundred-dollar bill B" (a hundred-dollar bill) "Buy dinner". Guinness beer also. He wrote: "Remember that I am speaking/talking now, so please don't be shocked."

After nearly 40 years of silence, the old man began to speak again, initially communicating with the doctor. It was 2017, and he still swears like a sailor. His sister Jill said to him on Windy’s phone that his first sentence was "How do you make this damn thing work?" As if they never missed the beat: he still has that kind of transparency and confusion. The voice, the accent of the Midwest. That kind of tantrum. As the fire spread, on that Tuesday, he bought feed for the animals in the town-and then returned to his last chance. It seems that the wind generated by the fire itself is hardening now. The community is its own ecosystem, like a forest, connected by pulses, mid-air, and semi-underground. Everyone, every unit, communicates in the chain. Despite this, almost no one here knows the old man's last name. Fire has merged and raged from oak to oak, from mahogany to mahogany. The fascinating thing is that your own anger is not much. Even at 8pm, the state did not issue an evacuation order. The total number of residents of Last Chance exceeds 100 and they think they are safe. Only when the smoke is blown away can firefighters see the wildfire emanating from the ridge, and the small dry leaf matter will be hot. When the fire bounced to Waddell Creek, she left the matter to herself, no longer waiting for the state officials to issue an alarm, and the evacuation plan began to take effect.

By about 9:30 in the evening, all but three had taken up space at the gate to the last chance. The old man-the hermit, the holy man Unabomber-tried to open the way with his rented minivan, but the fire suddenly blocked his way. He turned and drove back, but now more firepower hindered his advancement. As if the napalm had fallen on the forest, everything was illuminated and rushed. The firefighters were nowhere to be found. One resident spent the night in a field, fighting against the river of sparks; another entered a pond in his backyard, breathing with a hose to escape hell. By 10:30 in the evening, most of "Last Chance" had been burned to the ground. In the days that followed, only one person was missing.

Then there was a recovery task. People with chainsaws invaded to recover what was left in the home. Many redwoods are still burning inside and will die in the future. The old man was found-his bones, ashes-near his two metal walking sticks and a minivan, not far from his shed, near a charred canyon, the campfire was so hot, and the van's windows were evaporated. Gil said there is a way to view her brother's death as "horrible" but "honorable." She said: "Slow and rusty death-it's not a good thing for him." "It would be terrible." After 70,000 people were evacuated and nearly 1,500 buildings were lost, Tad Jones became the most rampant in California's history. The only CZU lightning complex casualties of the year. Wendy said: "He burned down where he lived, the land he loved, the forest he passed through thousands of times, and he became a part of it."

Michael Paterniti is a contributing writer for the magazine and is writing a book about the discovery of the Arctic.

When John Thompson Jr. was inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame, his speech began with a white cotton towel to dry his tears. This is a commemoration of Thompson's entire career as coach of Georgetown University Hoyas Version. Thompson had just been surprised on stage by his former Georgetown forwards Dikembe Mutombo and Patrick Ewing when they put a towel on Thompson's left shoulder and the audience broke out.

Thompson said: "This is not my image." He pointed to his tears and his reputation as a severely disciplined person. He faced his players, fans, journalists and crooks with the same attitude.

Before I knew the story behind Thompson carrying the towel-or, actually,

—During the game, I watched Thompson, a 6-foot-10 chunky black man from Washington, leading Georgetown to the NCAA championship in 1984. I remember I wanted to know how Thompson broke the most basic rules of racial representation in my grandmother’s house.

In and around the shotgun house in Forest City, Michigan, we are taught not to appear messy or dishonest at work, especially after proving that we undeniably prove that we are twice as many as white workers. More specifically, we are told that unless we work and/or work outdoors, we must never wear or use jerseys where whites can see and judge us, or even the sparkling white that Thompson usually wears on the sidelines. Jersey. Need it.

Thompson wrote in his just-published memoir "I am a Shadow": "My mother used to wear a towel on her shoulder while working in the kitchen." "She would use it to wipe her hands or dry dishes. When I started in When St. Anthony (high school) coached, I put a white towel on my shoulders during the game to pay tribute to her. She and my father hardly participated in any game, but when I put on that towel, I felt Be with them."

When I was young, I never had a towel like Thompson in "Teanuts" or a Linus blanket. I got my uncle Jimmy's big duffel bag from Vietnam. This schoolbag brings me closer to my uncle, but it also allows anyone who is curious to know that I am a black child, eager to be an ancestor and feel safe from ancestors.

Surrounded by my aunt, mother and grandmother, I watched Thompson’s Georgetown team win the national championship and finished second the following year. I remember that Georgetown was once a black college or university with a long history, such as Jackson State University, the school in the city where I was conceived, and the school where my mother now works. I don’t think Georgetown is an HBCU simply because Thompson is one of the few black coaches who “allow” black players to teach basketball. I

The reason Georgetown became an HBCU is because of Thompson's coaching style and the style he allows players to actively explore.

When I was a kid, these styles made me feel very dark. In addition to tenacious defense and fascinating offense, Thompson's all-black Georgetown team also used bald heads, faded hard frames, high-intensity high-fives and t-shirts including jerseys for innovation. Although most of the kids who played with me were afraid of trimming the curly shag, we happily imitated Georgetown's handshake and wore T-shirts under the jerseys, no matter how tattered they were. In Mississippi, the weather is extremely cold for a Starter jacket, but no one is dazzling than "Georgetown" in which a kid wearing this dress (or a kid who knows someone wears) wearing a dark blue jacket.

Although people who didn't play with me when I was a kid admitted the dream of entering the NBA, all of us have admitted the dream of playing for Thompson in Georgetown. John Thompson is the actual father of his children John III, Ronny and Tiffany. He became the actual coach of Othella Harrington, a phenomenon that we grew up with in Jackson, Michigan.

"He always tells us," Harrington said of Thompson's influence in an interview in 2020."

There will always be a job; a person who knows

He will always be his boss. He continued, "As far as Coach Thompson is concerned, preparing me for the NBA is more important than preparing him for life. "

From a distance, I saw Thompson as our hypothetical coach. He was an excellent player and supported Bill Russell in winning the Boston Celtics. This decorated player who supported Bill Bill Russell was once a frightened black kid, like every black kid I meet in the universe, just longing for a fair chance in graceful victory and graceful defeat. .

The day after Thompson and Georgetown won the national championship, my grandmother asked me to start reading Maya Angelou’s "I Know Why Birds in Cages Sing", this book I was banned from reading because my mother believed that black children could be safer than whites. Mississippi people, if they are immersed in the classics of white writers. Halfway through the book, Angelou wrote that she was in an all-black shop listening to Joe Louis's fight with a white boxer as a child in 1935.

"My game chanted." Angelou wrote in the radio announcer's speech. Louis was hit on the rope and began to sink. "That's the fall of our people." As the fighting continued, more and more blacks flooded the store with the bleak cries of loss, and Louis regained control. When Louis finally defeated his white opponent, Angelou wrote that although the game was happy with Louis’s victory, “it makes no sense for the black man and his family to be trapped on a lonely country road on the night of Joe Louis. This proves that we are the most powerful people in the world."

Thompson's national championship and its subsequent defeat in 1985, for me, realized the representative possibility and consequences of public victory and defeat in the United States during Black. Although Thompson is our fictional coach, in this weird way, we are his real team. If Thompson loses and Georgetown loses, it feels like my game lost. Even at the age of 9, I knew that there should be more black coaches in all the sports I watch, because almost all the best players are black. I know that nothing is happier than publicly beating white Americans on anything, simply because white Americans can participate in games, cheat, coach, referee, own and win regardless of whether they actually participate or not. I didn't have this sentence at that time, but I knew Thompson's superb coaching skills. In fact, our evaluation of Thompson's superb skills was shaped by the world described by Angelou. In a world that is absolutely ours, Thompson does more than represent us. However, representing us happens to be part of Thompson's work.

In Thompson's Hall of Fame speech, I hope he can talk about his heavy bag of black dreams, the strange experience of black dreams. On the contrary, he expressed his sincere thanks to all those who made his journey possible, and recalled that no one, not even our giant, can win, lose or represent alone. We all need human beings who love us. Some of us need white cotton towels to wipe the sweat, tears and bruising horror of winning, losing and representing the Black in the United States.

Kiese Laymon is the Hubert H. McAlexander English host at the University of Mississippi. His memoir "Heavy" won the Carnegie Medal for non-fiction works.

Diane di Prima (Diane di Prima) may be happy because we cannot get her "revolutionary letter" by succumbing to the rampantness of Amazon Prime. This book is out of print. Instead, after her death, every poem in her lifetime series appeared on my social media, between the president’s tweets and images of police violence. This is the same as the poems released with the Jiefang News Agency in the late 1960s and early 1970s. It is a free paper release. Di Prima always likes Ezra Pound's formulation-"People of all ages are contemporary"-recently, her poem seems to have the right tense: "Revolutionary Letters" warn "in crisis" A story often told during the period", "Now we must organize and obey the rules so that in the future/we can be free."

Di Prima is not someone who waits for the freedom that history grants her. She came of age before the women's movement, and she is a middle-class Italian family ruled by traditional gender roles. She fled Brooklyn and went to Hunter, a magnet high school in Manhattan that attracts gifted children, where she fell into a crowd including "Audrich and mostly gay". Including Audre Lorde. In 1953, when she was 18 years old, she moved to East Fifth Street to write books, doing odd jobs to pay bills.

Di Prima’s most famous poets are Beat poets, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs. One of the rare women among the half-crazy spells. The hippies brought counterculture into the mainstream. Di Prima's detailed life story ("The Memoirs of Beatnik", started in 1969,

(From 2001) describes how she found her place in the maze of jazz clubs and dam bars, incidents and protests in the city center.

When Di Prima sent her first book, "This Bird Flies Backwards" to the poet and publisher Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Di Prima entered through sheer boldness Dialogue between people, the latter wrote a profile, its independent publication "City Lights" (City Lights), and recently released Ginsberg's "Pangolin" (Howl). Di Prima recalled in "Memoirs" that although she worked as a poet, drama director and editor in the community, she was not often invited to read with her peers. In 1961, she opened a mail-order mimeograph with Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones at the time), and they have been lovers for two and a half years. The editor's vision is true collaboration, but she remembers that she is always the one who cut and paste by hand.

These inequalities were "a matter of course" in di Prima's view, so she worked hard to resolve these inequalities. At the age of 22, she had an illegitimate child. "In my opinion, the'father' is a fabulous, insignificant relationship", which has little effect on the responsible behavior of men she knows. Therefore, she wrote in "Memories": "The child I gave birth" Jeanne di Prima (Jeanne di Prima) will be mine and mine.

It is tempting to see di Prima as an extraordinary exception to the mid-century rule, but she carefully reminds us that there are always exceptions: she particularly attracts "female blues singers: Sara Martin, Trixie Smith," she often has to "Mother, disappear, get sick" in the wind blowing between the scriptures, they will weave back to the trivial struggle in music. She learned to write "model poems that can be deleted and used" between literary promises and childcare. When asked to express an aesthetic point of view, di Prima wrote: "The requirements of our lives are the forms of art."

Even traumatic events are opportunities for creativity to discover: Baraka wanted her to have an abortion for the first time-he is still married to Hettie Jones. She reluctantly agreed, and finally decided that she "must experience betrayal" to maintain the urge to become pregnant. She believes that abortion is a painful but indispensable experiment, a way to "keep writing" into the unknown. The right to choose is attributed to art, which helped her bring the lonely bus alchemy to the underground clinic of the mining country, and the life-changing grief that followed. But one experiment is enough. The next time she is pregnant with Baraka, she will give birth to her second daughter, Dominique.

Misogyny continues to build her own life among artists, but her behavior seems to be like mutual assistance, free love and poetry itself paved the way for her to move forward. This is what often happens. She moved to California in 1968, where she spent the rest of her life and established a vital connection between the avant-garde in New York and the emerging counterculture in San Francisco. For a while, she put a "free bank" on the top of the refrigerator, giving only a "shoebox full of money" to those in need.

She warned skeptics in "Revolutionary Letter No. 46": "When learning magic, learn to believe it/don't be'surprised' when it works." However, Di Prima can unite with poetry. The belief in the power of social change is also an expression-not at all false, but a way of rehearsing the world she wishes to live in.

Carina del Valle Schorske is a writer and translator living between PR San Juan and New York City. Her first book "Another Island" is about to be released from Riverhead.

In the 2011 Discovery show "Mythbusters", robot expert Grant Imahara purchased the skull of a German Shepherd and equipped it with a pneumatic cylinder so that he can fully control the speed and strength of the bite. Imahara and his comrades are trying to test one of the many urban myths raised by fans of the exhibition: Bedliner is a paint used to protect pickup trucks, and it is indeed indestructible-if it is sprayed on fabric, can it make clothes bite-proof? In order to start researching this problem, Imahara placed an apple between his robot's chin, pressed the switch, and was happy to dip them in applesauce when they were closed. "I would say it was a success," he told the camera through laughter. He calibrated his new pet to release 400 pounds of pressure, while his co-host put a liner on the sleeves of several jackets, and then stuffed each dummy arm with a prosthetic arm. The teeth provided to the Imahara machine. Robo Chomp used his only technique, with his jaw clamped on the test sleeve, and when the team checked the results, their prosthetic arm survived-proving that the myth is justified (although the coated jacket looks too stiff, Unable to move naturally, indeed to a dog standing and waiting for anger).

When Imahara was a child, Legos provided the door to engineering. At the age of 7, he had his first computer. (Since then, "No more outdoor activities. Forever. Anything is fine," he said.) About the same time, his mother took him to Mann's Chinese Theater, where "Star Wars" appeared. On the big screen. With many credits, Imahara led C-3PO and R2-D2. Engineering was easy for him-he earned a degree from the University of Southern California, and soon created electronic miracles in the fields of film and television. He used to work on Energizer Bunny; created an animated skeleton called Geoff Peterson as a companion to "Craig Ferguson's Late Night Show"; and was used by George Lucas's effects company Industrial Light & Magic Hired to upgrade and operate his beloved R2-D2 for the "Star Wars" prequel.

Although Imahara has achieved more and more achievements, he is still sensitive to being regarded as a nerd. His greatest passion is considered weird-essentially children's stuff. Fon Davis is a close friend and colleague of ILM, and he remembers that they both hid the fact that they participated in science fiction, comics and role-playing conventions on weekends. Adam Savage (Adam Savage) is one of the two founding stars of "Mythbusters". He said that whenever he joked with a particularly mean fool, he would see his complaints in Imahara. . Science foot is considered a super fan of science and fantasy. Like many young Americans, Imahara wants to be cool.

In the show, he shines as a natural science communicator and popular engineer. Apparently, he was tempted to do what he was doing-attach a laser sight to a bamboo blowgun, flip the car with a nitrogen cannon, or build a dummy with fragile bones and drop it from the helicopter . He grinned even if he shouldn't speak, and he often giggled jokingly when his companions laughed at him. Sometimes, when he is really surprised or excited, his eyebrows will be raised and then raised at a higher beat, such as a two-stage detonation. For Imahara, the original lab coat and Latin name did not contain any scientific knowledge-science was for off-road use. It was stupid, ungodly, and full of explosions.

The show became a surprise for Discovery. Generations of future engineers, tinkers and roboticists have become obsessed with the screen, obsessed with models of who they will become. As Imahara's star rose, he grew into his own skin. He took the time to answer fans’ questions about 3-D printers and coding, and with the willingness of a high school robotics team, he cut a handsome figure in a suit on the red carpet and began to reduce his worries about nerds. The world is changing, ComicCon has become the mainstream, Target has started selling manufacturers’ kits, and Imahara has catalyzed this change. Imahara's story is not the story of the kid in the science laboratory who took off his glasses and suddenly was regarded as the king of the ball. His story made popular kids take off their Starter jackets and scramble to put on safe Google.

Adam Savage remembers that Imahara's participation in this day to show off his new "Battlestar Galactica" flight suit was a special victory. Imahara's stuff is custom made in Ohio (snake green and blue fabric is difficult to place correctly), and there is a bunch of glowing lights and scaly body armor on the right forearm. Before assuming a heroic pose, he made a half turn for the barbarian. This is the glory of Imahara City. "That's like, yes, man, we

right now. this is you

. I want to stand high with you. "Grant Imahara hasn't become cool. He helped expand the definition of cool and made room for more people like him.

Dessa is a writer and musician. Her most recent album is "Sound the Bells".

Late at night in February 2004, a pregnant horse fell into Linda Tripp's swimming pool. The horse's name is Oksana. She walked into Tripp's backyard, accidentally covered the pool on a solid ground, and fell into it. Tripp was at home, and his former cassette tape by Monica Lewinsky led to the playing of Bill Clinton six years ago. She and her husband Dieter Rausch ran out and found Oksana had fallen very close. Tripp asked for help, but her property was located at the end of a series of gravel roads in rural Virginia. If they wait, Oksana might drown. After Rausch cut off the lid of the swimming pool, Tripp's daughter Allison sneaked in to rescue Oksana. Eventually, the fire department arrived and pulled Oksana out of the swimming pool. One month later, Oksana gave birth to a healthy foal.

Before Allison told me this story, I had heard the story of Leon Neyfakh. He interviewed Linda Tripp in 2018 and wrote him The podcast "Slow Burn", but ultimately did not use this anecdote. Like the duck that once fell into Tony Soprano’s pool, the horse story seems to contain some key symbolism-but what exactly is it? Looking back: In 1996, Lewinsky, a former White House intern, found her way to the Tripp cubicle at the Pentagon, and soon began to talk about her relationship with the president in Tripp . But the ground is not strong. Tripp kept a secret record of their conversation, and then gave it to Ken Starr, an independent adviser investigating the president. She said she did it to help Lewinsky. Who is that horse? Who drowned? Is anyone really saved by that story?

Tripp was portrayed as not the villain of the ass scandal, but the hero. The tapes confirm this, but they also show Tripp's continued deception. It was Tripp who encouraged Lewinsky not to dry clean blue Gap dresses. Ask the president for a job; use the messenger service to send him letters-all to establish evidence.

In recent years, it has become more friendly to women who have been severely judged. Watch Hollywood restore Tonya Harding, Marcia Clark and Lorena Bobbitt. Today, everyone seems to agree with Lewinsky's idea. Her boss took advantage of Lewinsky's advantage, and the country humiliated Lewinsky. Tripp is unlikely to receive the same redemption. But now, people have a better understanding of how and who the story is told, and reducing her to a small character feels like telling a lazy story. The filmmaker Blair Foster told me: "Restoring her to her humanity did not get her out of trouble in the least." "It only makes her more interesting." Foster is in its A&E documentary series. In the Clinton incident, not only Lewinsky but also Paula Jones must be fully personified. Paula Jones described Clinton inviting her to his hotel room, where he showed himself to her. And accused him of raping Juanita Broaddrick (Juanita Broaddrick). (Clinton denied these two accusations.) Like those women, Tripp was gutted in the press. In "Saturday Night Live", she was played by John Goodman, who twisted her face into a rodent-like grimace and then shoveled fast food into his mouth. The key to joking is her weight and appearance. Foster said: "The president must be a fully mature, flawed and complicated person, but these women are always reduced to stereotypes, including Linda."

Alison told me that to understand her mother, you must start from your childhood in New Jersey in the 1950s. Tripp’s father met her mother in Germany when he was a teenager when he was an American soldier. He is unfaithful and physically abusive. According to Allison, Tripp is often beaten. Tripp later described him as "big bullying." She wrote in her book "A Basket of Sad Stories": "I can't tolerate Bill Clinton's behavior all these years. This may be one of the good reasons." In the end, her His father divorced another woman, leaving Tripp without the money to go to college. She went to a secretarial school and married a lieutenant at the age of 21. After they divorced in 1990, Tripp's career flourished. She found a job in the Bush White House and stayed with the Clintons. In 1993, she was transferred to the Pentagon, where Lewinsky arrived three years later.

Why Tripp did what he did is a huge mystery. The reasons given at the time-most of which were not given by her-have many reasons: after closing a book deal, she was an opportunist, seeing how bookseller Lucianne Goldberg advised her to record Lewinsky; she was Sheila Part of the "huge right-wing conspiracy" that Li has been talking about; she hates the Clintons, and she saw hippies invade the White House (the crimes she cited in the book included jeans, takeaway boxes and "rings left by soda cans"). But according to Tripp, none of the above. She believes that it is her moral duty to expose the president and save Lewinsky from a person considered a sexual predator.

Tripp wanted someone she thought to be a bad person to be responsible, which seemed to make sense. But this is not like the whole story. Is publicly humiliating Lewinsky the best way to save her? Or should the problem be delegated to special advisers and book agents? Tripp didn't see it or had no choice? "This is the final question, does she believe in herself?" Nefak said. "I think the answer is yes."

Tripp was deeply saddened by his opinion. Since 1999, she has undergone extensive plastic surgery, including nose surgery, chin implantation and plastic surgery. She told "20/20": "I didn't realize how ugly I was until I saw the photos." Then, she mostly withdrew from public view. She moved to Middleburg, Virginia, and married Rausch, a childhood friend of her family who had been visiting her German mother since the summer. Together they opened a year-round holiday shop Christmas sleigh. The owner of a store next door, Joanne M. Swift, described her as a "cute girl." Punk Lee, the owner of the "cavalry rider" Tripp sometimes shopped here, said to me: "People are people. We treat them as adults. It's not what you read about them."

A few years ago, Tripp's granddaughter Payton got to know her grandmother at school. "Omi... are you a bad guy?" Peyton asked. Therefore, Tripp set out to clear her legacy. She started to write a book, but died before finishing the book. Her co-author completed the book without her and gave the book a title, which Alison described as a "slap in the face." (It was lost after death this month.)

It's hard to know how Tripp ultimately views her story. In "Slow Motion", she regrets deceiving Lewinsky. She said: "So far, I feel very guilt about it." When I picked up her book, I expected more. But this is not true. Tripp's anger against Clintons is limitless. Her work on Lewinsky-what she calls the narcissistic, flaky and doted princess-is not friendly. She said that they were never true friends, so she was not a true betrayer. In any case, Lewinsky's betrayal to others was much more serious. Part of the reason that is difficult to understand is that someone is fundamentally misunderstood, which is obvious hurt and anger. The more Tripp wants to prove his name, the more he likes to watch a rash-footed animal cannot escape his trap.

Irina Aleksander is a contributing writer for the magazine.

It was the fruits in the suitcases of French tourists that detonated everything. Prior to this, the operation went smoothly. Mike Hoare and dozens of burly people flew around at Hahé Airport in the Seychelles. This is just a friendly rugby club on vacation-the ancient medal of bubble blower, luggage The label also matches very well. They fascinated the flight attendants, showing off the toy bags they collected for orphans, and politely lined up at customs.

No one knows that "Mad Mike" Hoare was once a mercenary leader in Central Africa. He once fought Che Guevara in Congo. His achievements have inspired Hollywood movies. The streamlined former accountant who had worked for his grandfather did not secretly plan this task for many years. He also didn't equip the suitcase full of toys with a secret compartment, which now has an assault rifle.

On November 25, 1981, Hoare and his Froth Blowers came to this remote island in the middle of the Indian Ocean and overthrew the Marxist President of Seychelles, France Albert Rene ( France-Albert René). But then, according to Hoaré’s memoir of the tragedy, "The Seychelles Incident," airport security guards stopped the French tourist at the customs line and found tropical contraband in his bag. Now, the same security guard looked more closely at the next suitcase belonging to the foam blower. Moreover, the contents of the plan are many.

A mercenary threw the security guard against the wall. Gunshots sounded and tourists scattered. In the chaos, one bubble blower shot another fatally. "I have no choice," wrote Hoare, the head of the organization. "We must start the coup immediately. Right away."

Hoare was deprived of several decades of his high flying career as a soldier in the Congo. As he said, a well-dressed gentleman (he was called Mr. X) met him at a dinner in Durban. Contact, leaving him behind. A grand piano, in a low-key tone, made him put forward a proposition: how does he want to overthrow the Seychelles government?

Hoare is a passionate anti-Marxist, but politics is only part of the charm. Hoare lives for adventure, even though he was an accountant lately, or because of this, he initiated a "low-cost coup," as he described in the book. He estimated that it would cost US$5 million to overthrow the Seychelles government. He wrote that he could only raise $300,000.

However, Hoyal is resourceful and interested in drama, and his interest in DIY is increasing day by day. He made a suitcase with a false bottom, and personally designed the Froth Blowers logo-frothy beer with the initials of the team. With the assistance of shady South African intelligence agents, he signed "tough, adventurous, and willing to take all-around risks" people who agreed to fight for an advance payment of $1,000 per person.

As the plane quickly disbanded inside the airport, a passenger plane caused vacationers to ignore the commotion on the ground and landed on a dark Mahé runway. In Hoare's account, his own men told him that the coup was over. They left Seychelles on that airliner, and he followed them. Hoare reluctantly agreed. He wrote: "It is meaningless to be a dead hero." (The "hero" is quite generous.)

The captain of the hijacked plane Umesh Saxena (Umesh Saxena) published his own book on the unfortunate incident. He called Hoare "the short, thin old man of the early 1960s", but he said Hoare was very polite and almost apologized. They reached an understanding: Hoyal and dozens of his mercenaries will fly with other passengers. Saxena will take them away. No one will get hurt. Hoare and his men debated where to escape-Oman? Mauritius? They settled in South Africa and wrapped the bodies of their fallen comrades in a makeshift shroud.

Decades later, the passengers recalled the smell of the locker room of those brawny men. They squeezed down the aisle, dragged their weapons, and pushed into the empty seats. Deepa Narayan and Ron Parker were passengers travelling to India to visit her parents. Narayan told me: "It's dark, so you can't see, but when the men walk by, you will see them wearing shorts." "We have our own hijacker sitting next to me. I greet him, He said hello."

These people were very noisy-they screamed as the plane took off, Narayan recalled that one of them was waving a pair of women's underwear as he moved up and down the aisle-but Hoarei sat quietly in front, which was his joy Of an isolated character pirate. After midnight, the Indian Ocean ink below about 38,000 feet was black. "We are safe now," he wrote. "Can face the grim reality of failure."

Prison: The old mercenary will be sentenced to 10 years in prison, although he will be released in three years, thanks to the probation of the elderly prisoners.

Sam Dolnick is the assistant editor-in-chief of The Times.

In 1978, Swiss glaciologist Konrad Steffen spent several months researching on an island in the Canadian Arctic. One night, he returned to base camp alone, causing a small avalanche that destroyed his snowmobile and made him unconscious. When he woke up, his jaw dropped from the nest, and a bone stuck out of his leg. "That's a beautiful view," Steffen once told me. "I still remember: I was on a mountain and I bowed my head but didn't know what I was doing there." He spent about four hours, mainly from reading field books to figuring out where and who he was. . Ten hours later, one of his colleagues rescued him. Stefan wrote a goodbye letter to his girlfriend Regula Werner, whom he would eventually marry. He had never shown this letter to Warner, although he always stuffed it in future field books just in case.

Stephen is one of the most outstanding voices of the Greenland ice sheet melting warning, thanks in large part to his image as a scientist adventurer in the past. He has a thick beard, seems unaffected by the cold, and speaks English with a Swiss German accent, which brings joy even to his outspoken expression. He first came to Greenland in 1990 and undertook a two-year project to measure the interaction between climate and ice sheets. But temperatures lower than usual (caused by the sunlight blocking the eruption of the volcano in the Philippines in 1991) left the remote research station Swiss Camp built by Steffen and were buried in the snow. At the end of his project, ETH Zurich at his university sold it to him for one dollar due to the inability to excavate. Steffen recalled: "I called my new program manager and said,'I have a lot..."

Swiss Camp are three large heated tents on a wooden platform, only a half-hour helicopter ride from the nearest town. When I arrived in 2008 and reported a story for Rolling Stone, I felt like I had landed on the surface of the moon. An icy, featureless world is everywhere, and the cold wind blows any small piece of nakedness. The night will never pass, and there will only be a gloomy twilight. However, Steffen seems to be entirely in his elements, and his personality is very big-his vigorous voice, the bottomless pit of breathtaking stories-is perfectly calibrated to reassure the faltering newcomer.

For the next few days, I rode the ice cap on the back of Steffen's snowmobile, and he regularly fired at speeds exceeding 50 miles per hour. He smiled and said: "It can run much faster, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." One of the goals of Stefan's annual spring trip to Greenland is to carry out basic maintenance of his weather station. Last summer, with obvious signs of warming, the melting was so severe that several weather stations collapsed and were later buried in the subsequent winter snowfall. At one of the locations, Steffen lifted his fur coat, lit a cigarette, jumped into the pit dug by his graduate student, and happily announced that the weather station was still recording.

The life of a researcher in the Arctic means weeks of isolation from relatives who spend in wide, desolate open spaces or extremely narrow residential areas. At the end of every day at the Swiss camp, Steffen insisted on eating leisurely and maintaining good conversations. One night, he made a Swiss hot pot with Kirch. Everyone calls Steffen "Koni", pronounced "Johnny". He has a humorous sense of humor. Before his graduate students went to Greenland, he let them watch the horror film "Things" shot by the Antarctic Research Station. He told me that once, he took a beheaded polar bear head-a gift from an Inuit hunter. This bear has been following Stephen's camp-at the insistence of one of his children, it was Parent's Day in an elementary school, only to make the other students in the class cry. "I thought, oh, this was a mistake," he said.

Owning a Swiss camp allows Steffen to return to the same place every year, which is a rare opportunity in scientific research. In 2019, the temperature in Greenland in June rose to as much as 40 degrees above normal. Steffen predicts that the melting of the ice sheet may exceed the irreversible threshold in just 50 years, eventually causing global sea levels to rise by 16 feet.

Before my trip to Greenland on my own, Steffen warned me of cracks that were still covered by snow in the spring but might break under your weight. Reassuring me that he is capable of discovering things that are even buried, Steffen said, "I'll go first." He kicked his feet high.

However, in August, not far from the Swiss camp-an unheard crack before the accelerated melting-Stephen asked his colleagues to do some routine work and never returned. The authorities later determined that he had fallen into a crack and was submerged in water under the ice. Ryan R. Neely III, who studied under the leadership of Steffen

: "In the end, it seems that climate change actually made him a victim." The term "victim" has a criminal overtone and is entirely appropriate, despite understanding and to some extent relishing what is inherent in his field work The risky Steffen might emphasize another statement: "witnesses."

Mark Binelli is a contributing writer for the magazine.

When Mimi Jones was 17 years old, she jumped into a Florida swimming pool on suspicion of trouble. In June 1964, in St. Augustine, a tourist town full of dampness and hatred. Ku Klux Klan and others used guns, bombs, death threats, clubs and fists to deal with black demonstrators protesting against apartheid. The police relied on livestock stabs and German shepherds. A few days ago, Jones and at least a dozen activists drove 250 miles by bus from Albany, Georgia, to participate in a demonstration. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. marked St. Augustine as St. Augustine (Reverend Andrew Young was brutally beaten and King and hundreds of others were arrested), the most "illegal" he has ever worked for city. Only where the hospital bills of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference exceed its food and accommodation bills.

Jones (named Mami Ford at the time) was not easy to scare. Serious and decisive, she is a straight student. She has just entered junior high school, but is already a civil rights veteran. From around 15 years old, inspired by her minister Samuel B. Wells, she was a powerful leader responsible for overseeing a group of youth activists. She knocked on the door and chatted on the porch. Encourage people to register to vote. She teaches illiterate black Georgians so that they can pass the polls and show threats on dairy farms and other farms that they are either isolated or refused to hire blacks. Throughout her teenage years, she was arrested again and again.

In the spring of 1964, the "Civil Rights Act" aimed at ending apartheid in public places and prohibiting employment discrimination was deadlocked in the Senate. Hosea Williams (Hosea Williams) is a brave, fearless SCLC tactician (the king affectionately calls him "my savage"), his idea is: in St. Augustine (St. Augustine) Swimming in the remote Monson Motor Lodge. It will attract attention and hope to help promote the implementation of the bill. Civil rights activists protested in the city for several weeks, and the police recently arrested Kim and others for trying to enter the white-only restaurant in Monsen. The location is ideal for a campaign that relies on public sympathy and anger: there are many people near the hotel, and it is also a favorite of journalists from other places.

The plan was simple: two white activists would rent a room and then invite black swimmers as "guests" in the pool. But when Williams announced the news in the church hall, few black hands were raised. Many of them do not know how to swim.

For decades, black people have been barred from entering public swimming pools and pure white beaches. Jones and her 13 siblings grew up near several creeks in southwestern Georgia. Jones learned to swim and was baptized by Wells in another place. Jones and her sister Altomease are now participating in volunteer activities in St. Augustine.

At around 12:45 pm on Thursday, June 18, Jones and a group of black demonstrators-including 22-year-old JT Johnson (who worked as a lifeguard in Albany) and 21-year-old Brenda Darten (expelled by Albany State University). Protest-climb out of two cars in front of the swimming pool.

Jones and the others jumped off the low chain fence around the swimming pool, jumped in, and joined two white demonstrators. Moments later, the hotel manager James Brock arrived wearing dark sunglasses, frowning angrily and wearing a pencil tie and eyebrows. He just started another battle in the parking lot, pushing the rabbi and other protesters in front of the restaurant into the waiting police car.

By the pool, swimmers chatted and splashed around, ignoring Brock. "The water is good, isn't it?" one of them shouted. Brock grabbed two plastic bottles of hydrochloric acid and wood acid, a detergent, and then began to hover in the pool, shaking the liquid into the pool. Water dripped near the heads of Jones and Datten. Jones could feel the smell of smoke in his nose and eyes.

At that time, a group of policemen also tried to get rid of the blood of the black corpse. A deputy sheriff suggested to say hello to the dog. Another police officer slapped his baton on the water, trying to force the swimmer out. Then, off-duty police officer Henry Billitz (Henry Billitz) jumped into the pool and dressed, except for socks and shoes. He waved to Al Lingo, one of the white protesters. Another person hit another white swimmer, Peter Shiras, while leaving the pool. Within minutes, the police arrested the entire group. Jones was charged with "deliberate breach of peace", "malicious intrusion" and "conspiracy." She wore a light-colored checkered one-piece spaghetti swimsuit and was sentenced to prison.

Jones didn’t know it at the time, but within 24 hours her photo would land on

, The Washington Post and other newspapers. A photo shows Billitz floating in the water and mid-jumping above the swimmer's head. In another book, Jones grabbed Ringer, and Brock poured acid behind her, her mouth opened wide, as if screaming.

After reading the photos, President Lyndon Johnson told the advisers: "Our entire foreign policy and everything else will make it all into trouble!" On the same day, the Senate finally voted to pass the "Civil Rights Act."

After graduating from high school, Jones abolished the segregation of Albany High School, then left the South, entered college, and eventually married a son, and championed education, immigrants, and the poor. It was not until the late 1960s that Jones returned to St. Augustine, this time for the filming of Clennon L. King’s documentary "St. Augustine’s Passage: Changing the Life of Blacks in America in 1964." Her first stop was the swimming pool. Monson Motor Lodge is now a Hilton, and the old swimming pool has been replaced by a new swimming pool. Standing next to it, she took off her boots and dipped her toes. She wanted to feel the taste of water again. No fear this time.

Maggie Jones is a contributing writer for the magazine and teaches at the University of Pittsburgh.

Any assessment of popular music in the 1970s usually involves the following arguments, and in some cases also the following arguments: disco and punk; clever bard and gorgeous gods; Barry Manilow (Barry Manilow) aligned with Berlin ( Led Zeppelin). In these discussions, what is often lost is how rich time this is for female artists, especially for

Female artist. One night in 1973, while queuing at a cash register in a record store, I looked down and realized that my choices (all four) were female. These songs include the latest singles by Aretha Franklin, Dusty Springfield and Melanie. The latest member of the quartet is "Peace", which is Helen Reddy's work after "I Am a Woman".

If you know something about Reddy, then it probably started with that song and insisted on avoiding saying: "I am strong/I am invincible/I am a woman." In 1971, Reddy was 20 Wrote most of the lyrics for the future feminist national anthem within minutes, but at least ten years later. When she was in her 20s, she left her first husband of an alcoholic. She was still living in her hometown of Australia when he was physically abused during pregnancy. She wrote in her 2006 memoir "I Am a Woman": "One time is enough." "I will not risk losing the child I prayed for." After winning a singing contest, she took it in the mid-1960s. She moved to the United States in a toddler trailer with $230 in her wallet and wanted to pursue a career in music, but a male recording executive told her that no one can do this. Interested in "female singers". She had to raise her second husband, who was also her manager, in order to finally conclude a record deal. By the time he did this, she was almost 30 years old, which is the usual expiration age for pop stars. "I Am Woman" did not express her dissatisfaction in detail, but provided confirmation of victory, and the curtain came to an end when the second wave of feminism was surging. At that time, Carole King's "Tapestry" album dominated the charts, Shirley Chisholm's presidential campaign and the Roe v. Wade case were being decided. Reddy claimed that of the approximately one million people who bought "I am a woman", eight in ten were women. When she defeated Franklin, Carly Simon, Roberta Flack and Barbra Streisand when she accepted the Grammy concert, Reddy famously thanked God, "because she made everything possible."

However, you don't have to be a woman, you don't even have to appreciate Reddy like "I am a woman". Maybe it's like saying that I like Franklin but never care about "respect" or "nirvana" instead of "smelling like adolescent spirit." However, sometimes, when a career becomes a milestone, it can overshadow everything else. In Reddy's case, "I am a woman" and the subsequent hit singles, such as "Delta Dawn" and "Leave Me Alone", are far from her best. They look straightforward on the nose, attractive but tacky, and deliver the tone to a better place in the radio.

Dig into Reddy's catalog and you will find products-such as "emotion", "Tang Lapu", "what would they say", especially songs like "Blue Bird". "Blue Bird" written by the great Leon Russell has a creepy disco style, but the melody of jazz and the desired lyric will make it in Ella Fitzgerald ( Ella Fitzgerald) was welcomed on the list of performances. On these tracks, Reddy, like the best singer of any era, makes the music sound sexy, and her versatility makes her popular with rock critics and bartenders at all times.

She wrote that Reddy has played at least one song a year in the "Top 40" for seven consecutive years, but then "maybe the broadcast audience needs a break." "I know I did it." By the time of the next wave of female music, she moved to drama with Madonna, Whitney Houston and Janet Jackson and others-I saw her in "Blood Brothers" on Broadway in 1995. He performed well and left the show and spent a total of time studying clinical hypnotherapy. She wanted to know whether "I am a woman" did nothing in the age of "material girl". "Ask me many times if I still believe in feminism! It seems to be fashionable like sex rings and pet stones."

Reddy did have the final round of concerts at her concert, and I attended the last performance in Provincetown, Massachusetts in 2014. According to the audience's gender (male and female), Reddy's age and age, the lottery is obviously a big hit. , Mostly gay-almost overwhelmed her and sang to them. I wish she could include some of my favorite deeper tailoring, but as the show progressed, my hopes fell through. There is no "emotion", no "gladiolus". Then, it came to an end: "Blue Bird", she sang this song with the wholehearted and firm attitude that she brought to this song 40 years ago. "I am a woman" ended the show, which sounded new. Its head-up message has never really lost money, and in a small town long known as a gay paradise, the song itself seems to be a safe haven, like songs like "Bluebird" And many other great records come from this song. Woman, has set sail. When we walked into the street, the sound of "I am strong/I am invincible" filled my ears, and I found myself thinking of another Reddy lyrics from "Peace": "Maybe one day you We will get up and say we have a beautiful time." Another noteworthy songwriter, man Kenny Rankin, may have written this song. But let the women sing.

He is the person in charge of copying the magazine and the author of the novel "Why Be a Bird".

According to reports, after Donald Trump was diagnosed with Covid-with an urgent fever and hung on an oxygen tank-he quickly asked his assistant loudly: "I am like Stan Shera (Stan Shera). Chera) just go out?” As the president said so many words, this line immediately felt like a slogan: “Go out” instead of “dead” is a wise choice; in the face of a global pandemic, and An old friend from New York meets. Coming from a president who is deeply intertwined with media thinking, this question seems to give people a rare glimpse of rare primitive things-but, if so, what does it mean? New York real estate tycoon Stanley Chera (Stanley Chera) died of Covid-19 in April this year, only barely becoming a public figure. He maintains a quiet strategy and privacy about his own destiny, and in many ways, he is Trump's defeater.

Trump entered the real estate industry in 1968, receiving tax-free gifts of family property and the support of his father's already vast apartment building empire. About ten years later, Chera started his own business. He used the income from the home department store to purchase several retail buildings in downtown Brooklyn. Although Trump immediately began raising funds (changing its name to the Trump Organization, and first dabbled in debt to buy Manhattan's Class A properties), Chera waited until 1989 to set foot in inner city assets. He first appeared in the real estate section of Time Magazine as a participant in a skirmish with four skyscrapers, formerly Ferdinand and the thief dictator, Imelda, the first lady of the Philippines. · Owned by Imelda Marcos. When all the dust settled, Chera and his companions left the Herald Center, a retail center opposite the Macy’s flagship store, which soon became the first Toys “R” Us in Manhattan. ).

Over the next four decades, Chera quietly established himself as a key player in Manhattan's real estate sector. By cooperating with other dynasties in the Syrian-Jewish merchant community, his empire developed through collaboration and competition. Buying skyscrapers is a team effort. Investors, lenders and tenants must get together, usually before signing any paperwork. Chera has the talent to unite these three parties. In the "shopaholic" era, his own specialty is repositioning the retail industry-refurbishing old stores to better attract the next hot giant tenants. From the large Hollister on Broadway and Houston to the larger Forever 21 in Times Square, his company Crown Acquisitions has been interested in the city's top shopping destinations in every way.

Many of Chera's most precious properties are located on Fifth Avenue, a few blocks around Trump Tower. The two men almost inevitably met in the 1980s. However, Chera’s strongest entanglement with Trump’s expansion of the world came from 666 Fifth Avenue, which was Jared Kushner’s company before the 2008 financial crisis. The seemingly cursed skyscraper, purchased for $1.8 billion, had a record price at the time. Introduce Chera's Crown to help develop the retail business. The company worked with the Carlyle Group to acquire old tenants including Brooks Brothers from their lease and redesigned the space of the new Uniqlo flagship store.

This transaction shows the differences in how the two camps do business: Kushner was a 26-year-old scion, and he seemed to have purchased the tower to increase public visibility. It began to bleed almost immediately. The crown came in quietly, with limited exposure. According to estimates from the real estate transaction publication "The Real Deal", the company has made a profit of between 25 million and 50 million US dollars. Over the next few years, Chera will return to her roots and join a multi-family project to rebuild the Fulton Mall in downtown Brooklyn. He also started buying smaller outer-city stores and leased them to Duane Reade and Planet Fitness, two of the most common chain stores in the city's increasingly redundant landscape.

Chera has long been an ardent supporter of Trump's political career and held a fundraising event at his home in the summer of 2016. Unlike other Trump compatriots, he is not interested in joining the Three Ring Circus. His unwavering support seems to be as important as personal loyalty and politics. "Stanley and I are both guests of the White House," said Steven Witkoff, a real estate investor and friend of Trump and Kayla. These visits usually take the form of a dinner party, where Trump can "unzip" and hang out with old friends. Vitkov said: "We are not politicians." "We are real estate people."

This kind of rote memorization is indeed more boring than the difficulty of friends like Rudy Giuliani, but in most respects, it shows the behavior of our multi-millionaire class. Trump may be a single symbol of our present, but Chera is more likely to predict the future: ultra-rich investors will treat their friends and family well and avoid attracting attention. In most cases, this is a smarter way to protect your resources-accumulate them quietly. Trump may be ill, but he never has the opportunity to go out like Stan Chera.

Jamie Lauren Keiles (Jamie Lauren Keiles) is a contributing writer for the magazine.

On the morning of June 16, 1978, a year after the Mets traded Tom Seaver to Cincinnati, Seaver taught his 7-year-old daughter Sarah how to fill in baseball. Scorecard. He showed her where to write the player's name and explained the meaning of 6-4-3 and BB, FC and all the K behind. That night, Sarah was using her new skills when her father was playing for the Reds against the St. Louis Cardinals. She recently said: "We probably entered the seventh game, and I noticed that my mother was crying-occasionally tears fell from her cheeks. Obviously I missed something because in the part of our stands, and then the whole stadium, There is only a strange mood."

Sarah was confused. She thought maybe she scored incorrectly, but her mother had stopped answering her questions. "She said:'I can't-I can't watch now." I don't know what happened. In the end she said: "For Dad, this is a very big game." I thought at the time,

In the end, someone in the stands explained to me what is uninterrupted. "

For the Mets fans, Tom Seaver completed his Hall of Fame career in front of 40,000 people screaming at Ohio State, the only standout sight in his career that seemed to kill their appetite for baseball. A week later, at Shea Stadium, only 7,800 fans showed up to watch a young server, and the former Rookie of the Year Pat Zachry-the heart of the Met Hayf deal-lost to Montreal Expo. Six weeks later, Jachry received nine blows. He showed frustration in the first step of the Mets canoe competition, breaking his foot in the process and ending his Season.

Tom Seaver (Tom Seaver) will always be the greatest metropolis ever, because he is the man who put the franchise on the map-the brilliant trump card, he led an expansion team to win in the eighth year of its establishment in 1969. Won the championship-but the legend of the rest of the Mets (Mets) is pure innocence because of the lack of a better word. He won three Cy Young awards in New York, and won two U.S. Champions Cup trophies and a world championship. He spent his first 10 seasons in Queens, and despite investing all his time in the Mets, he played in at least 30 games in all these venues and has never had a record of failure. The team expressed gratitude to his teeth, not once, not twice, but three times before he called it a professional. The morning after he was traded to the Red Army, the New York Post published a front page photo of the tear-eyed pitcher and his college wife in love with the headline "Tom and Nancy Goodby."

The story of Tom Terrific’s arrival in New York is often regarded as the doomed first act in the '69 Miracle Mets story, but it is more like a series of mistakes that eventually led to the young George · Thomas Seaver (George Thomas Seaver) rushed to Flushing's shore bay. He arrived in New York because the Mets won a blind lottery through a conference call. But it's like flipping a switch: the blue and orange of the metropolis suddenly become bright neon lights, just like Dylan's power transformation.

His teammate Ron Swoboda said: "All of us feel that Seaver controls himself so much." "He controls his thoughts and ideas, and seems to control everything in his life. ." Or, as pitcher Jim McAndrew said at the time, "All of us want to be Tom Seaver, and we are not."

In October of that year, the World Series won. In the thrilling Baltimore Orioles for five consecutive championships, Sever promoted Sever to a rare plateau in New York. Both he and Nancy were among the best in New York. They starred in the gasoline commercial together. She was a fixture behind the household utensils of Shea, a former high school diver. Her seat was concentrated and tense, just like her husband was on the mound.

Of course, the Mets and Sever got into a dispute over money. The chairman of the team, M. Donald Grant, refused to pay the market price for the best pitcher in baseball or anyone who is really good at the game. Grant is old-fashioned: He believes that players should be see

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