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New Arrival: Bob Nieman, lf, Baltimore Orioles

  • Bob Nieman was born in 1927, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio.
  • He went to Kent State, and signed on with the Reds in 1948. He would be a two time MiLB batting champion before debuting in the majors in 1951.
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TV Personality, Cool Words, in Print, at a Bargain, with a Surprise Twist

So, a couple of hours ago, I was walking around Barnes & Noble, as I often do, browsing for books I’d like to buy LATER. Then, before I leave, I check out the “Last Chance” bin, where books that are on the way out are given one last chance for sale at a bargain price. 265 more words


New Arrival: Chris Burke, if, Houston Astros


Chris Burke was drafted by the Houston Astros out of the University of Tennessee 10th overall in the 2001 draft. He was a great college player, holding six single season hitting records and eight career hitting records. 176 more words


3 - The Task at Hand

“Ouch!” Lorien gasped and formed her hand into a fist. Drops of blood slipped out from her palm through her fingers. She held her hand close to her body and kept her back to her father, who was seated at a table in the center of the balcony. 885 more words


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3 – The Task at Hand

“Ouch!” Lorien gasped and formed her hand into a fist. Drops of blood slipped out from her palm through her fingers. She held her hand close to her body and kept her back to her father, who was seated at a table in the center of the balcony. “Lorien?” “It’s nothing.” The blood ran down her wrist. She grabbed the sleeve of her shirt with her left hand and pulled it over her wrist up to her fingers, grateful for the dark clothes of the Valdaren Guard she was uncharacteristically dressed in. Warm blood oozed from her hand down the arm of her shirt. The dark splotch on the sleeve grew, and she could feel thick blood pooling up to her elbow. Her hand throbbed. But where had the cut come from? Her eyes scanned the railing in front of her. She had been resting her hands on it only moments before, gazing out over the rushing waterfalls into the moonlit night that was to guide her journey. The marble was polished and smooth. “There was a sharp piece of rock loose on the banister. I caught it with my palm. It’s just a scratch. It is nothing.” Her father watched.  Lorien, keeping her back to him, glanced down at her fist. She pulled the sleeve back slightly. There was no blood. She opened her fist. There was nothing. Not even a scratch. She had felt the sharp pain. She had seen the blood. Even the stain of the shirt sleeve was gone.  She bit her lower lip, then forced a smile and turned to her father, holding her hand up for him to see. “See, it’s nothing. I just caught it on something. That’s all.” Still, he watched her. “It was nothing,” she insisted. He got up from his chair and walked to her. He took her hand in his own and studied it. He touched the spot where she had felt the cut and traced his finger down the middle of her palm. “It was nothing.” She tried to pull her hand away from him, but he held on, his finger still pressed to the spot she had felt the gash. He looked intently at her and grinned. He pushed her hand gently toward her chest and let go. “I’ve never known a little scratch to cause you to gasp.” “True, but this isn’t an ordinary night.” “Hmmmm…I’ve never known you to be jumpy whether the night was ordinary or not.” “I didn’t say I was jumpy.” “You gasped and grabbed your hand.” “I don’t know what it was, but there is nothing there now.” “What was there?” “Honestly, what does it matter?” “Lorien, there is a task at hand that requires YOUR hand, but I will not allow you to leave the Northern Realm unless you are honest with me.” Lorien forced a smile and held her palm up for him to see. “Do you see anything?” “No.” “Then there is nothing to tell.” “Lorien…” She looked away to avoid the piercing gaze of his blue eyes, but she could feel his probing. She bit her bottom lip, and shifted from one foot to another. “Fine…I felt a sharp piercing. I looked down, and it was bleeding…gushing blood. Then I looked down, and there was nothing.” He grabbed her hand again and held it palm up between his hands. He closed his eyes. Lorien relaxed. The strength and warmth of his hands had always reassured her. She was content to stand by him. She didn’t want him to let go. Without releasing her hand, he opened his eyes and looked deeply in hers. “A test,” he said quietly. “Well, that is lovely and nonspecific, Father.” He laughed. “I believe you have been the unwitting victim of a little Gat mischief. It is nothing serious.” “Yes, that is what I said…nothing.” She laughed, though she tried not to. “Honestly, I’m going to fix that Gat for good one of these days,” she protested. “He is always meddling…always!” “He means you no harm, Lorien. Quite the opposite.” “I know that, but…” He raised his hand to stop her and nodded his head. “Lorien, if I didn’t think you were ready, you would not be going anywhere. For all their magic and potions and knowledge, Gats are not Valdaren. They were neither Lightbearers nor Kings. To us were these tasks given, and we have always fulfilled them. The Gat sees a linear progression of life. He does not understand the swirling of the wind or the radiating of light. When the real test comes, what is inside of you will match it.” They both stood for a time, side-by-side, staring out into the forest of the Northern Realm just beyond the pools and river that collected below the waterfalls of the City of the Great King. On any other night, the two of them would have talked quietly and laughed, remembering stories of times passed or playing word games in a language only the two of them understood. He would challenge her and try to stump her. She would challenge back. They would make sport of words and strategies, ideas and plans, constructs of a brilliant mind and its singular off shoot. This night, for the remaining moments they had, they waited silently. ~ Chapter 3, The Task at Hand, from The Legend of the Lumenstones: The Lightbearer words and cover art © 2017 Tanya Cliff Posted in books & Legend of the Lumenstones. Bookmark the permalink. on sale now

Drawing: Sir Cameron Mackintosh

At the height of his success in the early 1990’s, British impresario extraordinaire Sir Cameron Mackintosh was described by the New York Times as “the most successful, influential and powerful theatrical producer in the world.” 91 more words



Kendrick is making all the right moves and pressing all the right  buttons with a little old school touch. In his home town Compton, Kendrick held an autograph signing of his new CD “Damn” for his fans. 150 more words


Drawing: Cherry Jones and Sally Hawkins in Mrs. Warren's Profession

In one of my rare departures from the 4B, I did this 2010 sketch of Cherry Jones and Sally Hawkins in the Broadway revival of George Bernard Shaw’s ‘problem play’ MRS. 82 more words