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Sammie and Joshua never seemed to have enough money for anything. Even their clothes, although they looked new enough, were not really theirs. A few nights ago, Sammie overheard some adults talking about a Harvest Festival at the church down the street.
“You know they do this every year,” said one elderly woman to the other. “I don’t know what you’re so up-in-arms about.”
“These things,” said the other lady through clenched teeth, “always bring out the riff-raff and freeloaders that couldn’t find the end of their nose much less how to get a job.”
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How was I to know that this little orange ticket would change my life. For the best or for the worse? I’m still deciding.
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I had just finished server updates at the Riverview Ranch in Nice, France. My flight left four hours ago for my connecting flight in Paris that would then take me back to the United States. The new head chef, Francois, DuBais, ordered some new freezers and refrigerators that have network interfaces. It never seems to amaze me what they can put on the network these days. Anyway, these appliances pulled a network address just as they should, the display allowed me to see that address so I could configure them further. No problems. Then, I go to put them on the monitoring system so Francois can view temperature from his office.
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Cassandra often wondered about this pool. How it came to be. Why it came to be. Who actually built it. It often has played a significant roll in many areas of her life. Cassandra remembers gazing down on the pool from the balcony above, marveling at how the straight lines of the pool blend into the diamond shaped concrete that surrounds it. Closest to her is the jacuzzi. It’s half-moon shape with half-moon stairs on the straight side. Many a night she sat gazing upon the moon and the stars wondering what her life would come to be when she grew up.
Cassandra glanced at the three small gazebos to the left of the pool. There were no wall separating the small square roofs, but the two or three chairs inside gave a sense if intimacy and privacy. One could always pull closed the side curtains if you wished a modicum of privacy.
Around the pool on the concrete deck were placed twenty or thirty lounge chairs all with their own cocktail table. Rest assured no one ever went thirsty at this poolside. The bar flowed with alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks alike. During the summer months it wasn’t a surprise to see several young children stretched out on the lounges basking in the sun and sipping a cola or iced tea.
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