Chapter 3: a Deluge of Daily Insults _ “Who’s Eating Harry Dick”_ crime caper short story - Copyright John Alan Conte Jr. mystrawhat.com & TheNewEverydayMedia.com

 Chapter 3: 

a Deluge of Daily Insults 

- Chapter 3: a Deluge of Daily Insults _ “Who’s Eating Harry Dick”_ crime caper short story - Copyright John Alan Conte Jr. mystrawhat.com & TheNewEverydayMedia.com

There were as many horse and buggies and carriages and wagons as automobiles in the streets of Pittsburgh. Another mode of transportation was a trolley car for the public to ride together as well as funicular inclines. At one time in Pittsburgh there were as many as 23 operating inclines.

River boat captains and lamp lighters would be professions of the time adding to the bunches of factory workers and those on the many railroad yards. Coal powered the town’s glowing embers under the coarse dark blanketed sky - itchy to the lungs of asthmatics as an old damp wool blanket in a den of a home built in 1915.  

The Cathedral of Learning on the campus of the University of Pittsburgh wasn’t built until 1926. Pitt Medical School was already well established by then having been chartered on June 4, 1883, as the Western Pennsylvania Medical College, the school opened with a class of 57 students in September 1886. By 1895 the college had begun a four-year course of study, and in 1908 the college was completely integrated into the Western University of Pennsylvania, the same year the university was renamed to the University of Pittsburgh.

Today in 2017 UPMC is a juggernaut eating competition with a voracious appetite. Pittsburgh-based health care giant UPMC left no doubts about its vast ambitions on Friday.

In announcing a $2 billion investment it said will usher in a new digitally- and technology-driven age in health care and solidify UPMC's place among the world's very best hospitals, its CEO said the system hopes to become the "Amazon of health care."

So the victim’s Pitt Medical School friend who came from a wealthy Japanese family. Yes, the father was a Japanese  business man who was widely popular for his contribution to “Western Style Big Fun” in Tokyo - including providing business elites with the finest bourbon from the United States plus a complimentary straw hat for patrons who rock it out for karaoke.

It wouldn’t reflect well if one of Pitt’s Medical students was questioned about any of this and it wouldn’t reflect well on Mr. Isuzu Suzuki. Thus, he wasn’t even mentioned in the local news reports that morning.

The medical student, a young Mr. T.K. Suzuki, did have dinner with the victim, a young Mr. Angus Applebottom, at Muddy Waters Oysters Bar. But after dinner Angus headed to Brillo Box to see a band from Brooklyn called Sunflower Bean perform. Then he headed off to Spirit Lounge. There he was obviously visibly intoxicated. So much the bouncers tried to call him an Uber however Angus played a Houdini and disappeared into the energetic East End night.

“Worth noting,” Detective Bill Crawford told his colleagues Rusty Jones and Harry Dick, “he did try to hail a Yellow Cab at 2:45 a.m on Polish Hill after getting kicked out of Gooski’s! Yeah, the driver stated he wanted to go to The White Eagles on the South Side. The driver exercised some sort of judgement that Angus got angry about of course.” Bill Crawford was interrupted by Detective Rusty Jones, “you know what, that’s exactly how it came over the scanner.”

The police and the local TV reporters have a tremendous rapport with one another in Pittsburgh as in any other city where the scoop and investigative resources are similar and shared hand and hand. The message the public received didn’t mention Mr. T.K. Suzuki or Yellow Cab - just that he was last seen walking down Polish Hill visibly intoxicated or maybe injured a witness had said.

Detective Harry Dick stood out from the tailored tweedy bird twins as Harry nicknamed Bill Crawford and Rusty Jones. They looked like the Dandy’s who were found in the renovations taking place in the newest downtown revitalization plan. Looking like they’re headed The Hotel Monaco for drinks and dinner at The Commoner. Harry Dick laughed at their attempts to appear macho and thought them more of the Detective Friday types from that TV show his grandma & grandpa used to watch “The Streets of San Francisco.” 

Harry Dick was more laid back and informal like his 70’s TV detective heroes Starsky & Hutch. He thought himself more of the salt of the earth type and therefore could fit in more with the suspects he sometimes found himself hunting. He was a hunter. He’s grew up in a farm house. And, even though he lived in the city to be employed as a city cop, he frequently visited his parents and brother out in that old farm house in Evan’s City.

The flannel shirt and chain wallet Harry Dick wore were not because he was honoring the celebrated “hipster” culture of the new Pittsburgh.  If it wasn’t for Harry’s Sports Clips hair cut he might even pass for an aging hipster of 45. Well, he didn’t have a beard or mustache either though. 

By dressing in flannel shirts and denim jeans with a chain wallet and concert tees, Harry Dick was doing what was natural to him as a Western Pennsylvania “hick in the sticks.” Someone who’s easily pictured as a regular in TGI Friday’s in nearby Wheeling, WV as insinuated by the tit-for-tat deluge of daily insults Rusty, Harry and Bill exchanged almost constantly when amongst themselves and sometimes even around other peers and the public. It was almost juvenile and yet endearingly funny like an Adam Sander’s movie.

“And the profile over the scanner of the crazy drunk preppy college guy without shoes trying to hail a cab on Polish Hill,” Harry Dick expounded, “that’s our Angus Applebottom?” Detectives Rusty Jones and Bill Crawford didn’t even reply taking Harry Dick as being rhetorical and not requiring an answer. They began walking to their cars.

It had been another long day and night and the team was tired. Harry, Rusty and Bill said goodnight and went off to their homes. Harry paused at his stoop before turning the key to the red brick working class home on Arsenal Place. Once Harry Dick has entered he’s relieved. He brushes up against the back of the kitchen chair as he reaches for a framed photograph.

The photo is of Harry and his first buck. Harry, his dad, his pap, his uncles and the first buck he killed himself after tracking it for weeks upon weeks. Harry was so proud. That’s also the first time he drank his own can of beer too! He recalls the Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.

 “Ironic how those stupid hipsters at Arsenal Lanes drink Pabst Blue Ribbon pounders because it’s the cool thing to do now. Hell, that’s just what we drank,” he smugly told himself in a righteous tone of soliloquy. The autumn night was damp and cool yet unusually warmer than in past seasons. Harry Dick lay limp on the couch in front of the TV and fell asleep.

- Chapter 3: a Deluge of Daily Insults _ “Who’s Eating Harry Dick”_ crime caper short story - Copyright John Alan Conte Jr. mystrawhat.com & TheNewEverydayMedia.com

Chapter 2: Who's Eating Harry Dick? _ a modern day crime caper _ short story

Chapter 2: Muddy Waters

In Western Pennsylvania there are a lot of gray dreary days. A lot of them include rain. It rains in Pittsburgh for days at a time in the fall, winter and spring. The rainy days are part of Pittsburgh's make-up as is going to church on Sunday followed by a family dinner and watching the Pittsburgh Steelers football team. 

People transplanting from Seattle and Portland are used to the rain. Pittsburgh's affordable cost of living compared to Seattle and Portland made it more palatable as long as Pittsburgh stayed weird enough and, of course, there were good jobs available for younger folks. The gray and the grunge of Pittsburgh was evident. It didn't have to pose and put on any airs for that to be apparent and attractive to the Brooklyn, Seattle and Portland hipsters flocking to Pittsburgh. Want a backdrop that helps aide in making your Instagram photos look like your a "working class hero" with a Google salary to afford going out every night for dinner and then going to venues for some music and more drinks every single night of the week? Pittsburgh is the answer.

Sunday October 29, 2017 Harry Dick was in the bathroom of his childhood home. "Come on, Harry, the Lord don't care what you look like in Church anymore! Didn't you get the memo?" His older brother Chet was teasing. He liked to tease Harry and was actually really good at it. "Go help Mom and Dad to the car and I'll be out in a minute before you stink the place up!" Harry hurriedly blurted out with a little brother's agitation on display. Just then Harry's cell phone started buzzing. It was work.

Harry's partners in the team taking the lead on the string of bizarre murders were pretty good guys. Typical detectives and liked Harry Dick enough that their relationship was a congenial one. It made it easier  to do the job. Although detective Rusty Jones and detective Bill Crawford were a little more buttoned-up than detective Harry Dick, they all had a mutual respect for one another. Harry being the senior and having the experience to create more of winning track record on the force was the team lead. And detectives Rusty Jones and Bill Crawford had pressing information. "Harry, you'll want to get down to Edgeworth along the banks of the Ohio River at Riverfront park right away. There's been another murder and it seems to fit the pattern."

"His fucking head is cut off!" A younger officer from the neighboring Leetsdale police department was heard in the background. Harry rushed passed his brother while smacking him in the groin area and darted out the door, "bye Momma. Bye Daddy. I gotta go!" Harry was obviously wild with adrenalin, "duty calls." Harry Dick slid into his dark colored SUV and turned on the sirens and lights. From Evan's City he could get to Edgeworth in about 45 minutes he figured. And sure enough in about 45 minutes Harry Dick was on the scene.

From the picture that was pulled-up on this 23 year old male a barbed wire tattoo was noticeable around his neck. Detective Bill Crawford handed it over to Harry Dick. Harry started at the picture and calmly stated, "the killer cut the head off along the barbwire tattoo." Detective Rusty Jones had a look on his face that was a mix of disgust and of curious fascination. This was his reality right now. "The body was found along the beach in the muddy waters so they didn't know the victim was headless at first," Rusty continued, "the local cops thought it may be some fetish Halloween thing. Once Detective Crawford heard about it he knew we had to come." Crawford gave off a little laugh, "severed body parts and removed organs is a pattern."

The local Edgeworth and Leetsdale police came over to wear Harry and his team were standing. "Well Mrs. Applebottom is coming down. She said he was out with a friend of his after picking him up at Pitt. He was out with a longtime family friend who's now in medical school there. They were supposed to be out in the city for dinner in the East End at Muddy Waters Oyster Bar." Harry blurted out, "a medical student wouldn't necessarily need use a barbed wire tattoo as to know how to severe a head but we gotta talk to this boy, pronto." The group was watching the crime scene at work. They waited for Mrs. Abblebottom as she pulled into the parking lot of Riverfront Park in her Volvo SUV and cut the headlights. They needed to console the victim's mother of course yet they also needed information on his longtime friend the medical student so he could be questioned. 

"Gray and dreary," Rusty Jones said over his shoulder. "The weather-woman had warned us that we'd want to stay inside today and drink coffee and read a book." Bill Crawford started to follow in his direction and replied, "gray dreary days with misty cold rain and Halloween around the bend and headless bodies and victims with their hearts cut out from their chest cavities. This is one sick case." Harry Dick joined in, "or it could be a random set of random murders." The TV trucks were pulling in now. Local media and local law enforcement swam in the same main stream mediums of action and information. This would count as a newsworthy "action news" breaking news story for sure. Was Pittsburgh in the grips of a serial killer? Or was just some strange batch of bad shit going down around town?

Chapter 2: Muddy Waters

"Who's Eating Harry" _ a modern day crime caper _ short story

Written By John Alan Conte Jr. October 29, 2017

Copyrighted October 2017 John Alan Conte Jr.

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Chapter 1: "Who Eats Harry Dick?" _ a modern-day crime caper _ draft 1 _CopyRight 2017 by John Alan Conte, Jr. mystrawhat.com

Prologue:

Harry Dick is a detective.

He’s investing murders in a trendy revitalized area in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

The murders are alarming and start occurring more frequently with a pattern the media aids in bringing to the public attention placing law enforcement under the spotlight.

Harry is casing spots that the murdered seems to be using us stalking grounds - hipsterville spots - including the mothership of maintaining that dandy hipster look Mister Grooming & Goods.

Harry is secretly buying the hair trimmings from hair cuts and “the quiky” which is basically nothing more than a quick beard trim. The rugged lumber jack, beehive, Amish,  1800’s mill worker, chimney sweep looks have to be worked on as a skilled craftsman carves a pictorial scene  out of wood.

Harry becomes obsessed with the hipster culture as the murders create a frantic pitch of fear in the media among the public and the fact that the killer is definitely targeting “the hipster.” Male hipsters are his target. And new evidence suggests the killer is a cannibal.

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Chapter 1: Chops and Hops

“They don’t like us looking up at the sky,” she spoke with an amused austere tone. “Who’s they?!” Detective Harry Dick sarcastically replied. She laughed in a mocking manner, “the people you work for - the government.” Her eyes as green as “go” and her hair as black as the coal mined from the hinterlands beyond the city limits. Her white milky skin only made her red lips shine like the red stained specialty manufactured in Pittsburgh factories more than a century ago. Neon and electric stained glass was a good way to describe the revitalized neighborhood now thriving once again at night time after work on a weekday.

Chops and Hops was a newer restaurant that met the criteria of blending that old rustic rugged charm and simplistic brilliance with the new-new in innovations. After all, along the banks of the Allegheny, part of western Pennsylvania’s civil war arsenal was recently discovered. Cannon balls recently excavated reminding the city that Lawrenceville housed a huge armory. It was working class hustling and bustling part of town at one time. It wasn't always that way. It happened organically and wasn't part of the masterplan for a big industrial city. Today it is part of the master plan for attracting talent who might work for Google, Facebook, Oracle, Amazon, Uber, Carnegie Mellon University or Pitt. Once flourishing farmland up in the hills above smoky downtown, Lawrenceville was a little paradise. An idyllic town where the father of American music was born and his bones rests to this day after a world class career and living in Manhattan.

The old lamplighters lit up the sidewalks, streets and bench parks of the 1800’s neighborhood until neon light signs were invented in Pittsburgh as part of the glorious gritty story. From being the industrial hub of three rivers and river valleys and their hinterlands which accounted for the iron and steel powerhouse Pittsburgh had made itself into among other competing northern cities. it was a smoggy city with dense air pollution. Coal trains rain down the tracks of mainlines directly into Philadelphia, New York City and Chicago. Steam boats and barges filled the waterfront wharfs as does litter unveiled by the melting spring sun of March. Funicular inclines carried goods, live-stock, supplies, wagons and even automobiles and people up and down the steep cliffs of mountanious terrain of the Appalachians. 

Nevertheless Chops and Hops was a select place to be on a Friday night in a neighborhood that was not only a premier location in the city however Lawrenceville and, the East End in general, have been written up in ink by current journalists and bloggers as the coolest neighborhoods in America. From the father of American Music, Stephen Foster, to the lead singer of Rusted Root renting a building on Butler Street across from the Thunder Bird Cafe to house a studio, rehearsal space and music gear storage for the constantly touring and recording lifestyle of 90’s rockers still managing to keep on keeping on! … and onward it does go. Across the 40th Street Bridge is Millville and Mr. Small’s Theatre which helped put Pittsburgh on the music map along with the previously mentioned late great Stephen Foster. Mr. Small’s Theatre also rooted in Rusted Root 90’s rock stardom. This is a scene for sure. Children's Hospital now commands respect among the city scape instead of giant mills with their billowing smoke stacks.

Normally Rhonda and Detective Harry Dick would not be paired up together talking in a bar named Round Cantina with narrow dimly lit exposed brick walls forcing them to sit even closer together so that their knees were touching. Hers bare. Showing the slightest sensation that she was athletic and probably in quite good shape despite the black goth exterior meets Austrian outback pub life well furnished and supplied by Robert Redford’s SunDance Catalogue. No, Harry Dick was exhilarated by hunting deer up near his parent’s farm in Evan’s City, Pennsylvania. Outside of Pittsburgh’s big city lights and nostalgic fiery glow of long gone haunted memories of slag being urged from the mill’s machinery into the river. Outside the city where men and women still snapped the necks off of chickens and canned vegetables and made homemade sausage and salami and deer jerky. 

Harry Dick knew how to shave sheep. He knew how to butcher an animal. Animals such as goats, and pigs and rabbits and, of course, deer. 

Men around these parts were obsessed with hunting deer. In fact, Harry Dick’s mind was wandering to his tree stand in the woods and to tracking his buck for the season. He could smell the young buck’s virile fur after urinating and secreting feces that Harry Dick would pick up bag & tag and study. Detective Harry Dick soon recalled why he was in hipsterviile to begin with meeting with some tattoo clad, pierced everywhere 27 year-old female about 5 foot 9 sprite yet slightly jaded and apathetic but driven for success. 

Rhonda owned and operated the mothership of men’s prized identity as a “hipster.” Rhonda owned Mister Grooming and Goods. If you wanted to maintain that dandy hipster look and rock an Amish beehive looking beard or chimney sweep mustache a fellow dandy barkeep would notice and serve you first in a crowd that looks like the cast of Oliver meets early to mid 90’s MTV music videos back when MTV actually played Music on TV instead of reality shows, Mister was the place to go. Yes, Rhonda drove a Prius and Harry Dick a Ford F150. Harry Dick felt the surge Donald Trump was giving to all enforcement and moaned at the notion of NFL players taking-a-knee for the National Anthem and Rhonda calmly believed and stated that Donald J. Trump and his brainless zombie followers were missing the point! It’s about criminal justice reform not the flag, not the troops. 

“Is this the guy, Harry?” Rhonda said into her glass of East End Big Hop with a nod while asking. “Yes, that’s him,” Harry answered. “Yeah, he’s a client a Mister. Why him, Harry? Because he has a beard with oil in it, wears patchouli to mask the smell of grilled meats and has a pompadour with a sweet fade and a chain wallet? That’s reasonable suspicion?!” Rhonda thought Harry Dick was a total tool. And Harry Dick didn’t particularly like the strong minded independendt uppity queen of Hispterville. And though their fates were intertwined. “No, because his job here at Round Cantina is to butcher meat,” Harry curtly countered. "If the murders are not random and are connected and the work of a serial killer, it appears the killer knows a thing or two about the anatomy of mammals and how to slice and dice them so to speak for eating. Also the killer appears to be someone that has an interest in preserving the good parts for eating by the method of canning.” Harry Dick was penetrating the crowd with a steel glaze so intense it burned as bright as the bulbs in the mason jars hanging from the ceiling. 

"Who's Eating Harry Dick" _ a modern day crime caper _ prologue and chapter one

CopyRight 2017 by John Alan Conte, Jr. mystrawhat.com 

Monkey Suit by The UnderCover Hippy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFSwI6Wt3R8 

Downtown _ new October 2017 photo poem

#downtown these buildings talk to each other in the #language of #architecture communicating past info, present reality & tomorrow's #dreams

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“An Old Country Song” _ new October 2017 poem

"An Old Country Song" _ new October 2017 poem

Momma said get on your knees and pray
No time to waste, son, do it today
And if you survive another day
Go back to pray again on Sunday
Or devil's gonna get your soul for pay

For you escaped the 27 Club
And drowning at two in San Juan
At 18 from metal compaction, son,
Take action don't hesitate I tell you
Or demons will hand you a shot gun

Now's your time to show you're alive
If you stay away from home too long
- You won't make it 'til dawn -
With out any time to say goodbye

Down on your knees momma said
It's time to pray and bow your head
Be humble in the Lord's good grace
At the bottom you can't fall no more
For you landed at the devil's backdoor

Now's your time to show you're alive
If you stay away from home too long
- You won't make it 'til dawn -
With out any time to say goodbye

Written Sunday Morning
October 15, 2017
John Conte
mystrawhat.com


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American Tapestry _ new Poem Fall 2017

American Tapestry _ new Poem Fall 2017

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"Spoil My Heart" _ new October 2017 poem / song

When you come back
This time next year
I'll be wearing a wedding ring
I'll be married in the spring
Yet you can still
Spoil my heart

If you cook
Like you fell off a turnip truck
Hey I'll still be in luck
The way you look
As long as you still
Spoil my heart

In the fall I'll be warm
When the tugboat blows its horn
Walking arm and arm with you
Hey world we got nothing to prove
Yet you can still
Spoil my heart

Sugar kisses
Upon my head
"I do" it was
That we had said
As long as you still
Spoil my heart

Turn your lamp down low
Throw the hour-glass away
We're snowed-in today
We got no place to go
Yet you can still
Spoil my heart

Sugar kisses
Simple sweet
If it's we
I'll take the devil's heat
As long as you still
Spoil my heart

If you're successful
Being the best you
On the verge of fame
Honey I'll be the same
As long as you still
Spoil my heart

(From the start
I knew it was you
The things you could do

You stole my heart
Only you in my view
There were only a few)

I used to walk aimlessly
Until you waved at me
And now I'm still here
And you're still my dear
As long as you still
Spoil my heart

Written October 2, 2017
By John Alan Conte
mystrawhat.com

"For Charleston & Savannah" _ new September poem ---{@

"For Charleston & Savannah" _ new September poem ---{@

Etched in stone left alone 

Centuries old foundation 

Many trains have left the station

Ways we swayed & roamed

Memories are poetry

- John Conte 12th #day #september #2017 #CharlestonPlace #charlestonsc #southcarolina #savannah #georgia #atlanticocean #eastcoast #seaboard #portcity #hospitality #history #iloveyou #inspired #inspiration #travel #learning #writing #prayer #published #poetry 

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"Pacific Son" My Guggenheim FamilyMuseum Quality Poem reviewed by BillGuggenheim

"Pacific Son" My @Guggenheim FamilyMuseum Quality Poem = reviewed by BillGuggenheim who's profiled in book TheGuggenheim's: An American Epic

- Bill Guggenheim is author of book "Hello from Heaven" - thankful & grateful back in late 90's he took time to review my poem "Pacific Son"

#guggenheim #guggenheimmuseum #original #poetry #nineties #review #shamanism #pacific #son #poem #poet #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #museum #whale #oregon #quality 

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me Awarded Rotary Paul Harris Fellowship

me #Awarded the Paul Harris Fellowship for tangible & significant assistance given for the furtherance of better understanding & friendly relations between peoples of the world!

Instrumental in sending hospital goods to those in need in Nicaragua; securing a $2,000.00 grant from #Pittsburgh #Downtown Rotary for @ohiovalleyhospital's School of Nursing + securing key accounts for OVH's Occupational Medicine Dept as the @pittsburghpg states -- laminated & presented by State Senator Wayne Fontana 2007 #rotary #paulharris #fellowship #nursing #school #grant #hospital #goods #nicaragua #people #inneed #betterment #assistance #understanding #peoples #ofthe #world #laminated #presented #by #state #senator

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Bob Weir's Gifts as Guitarist & Singer: Creatively Creating Space & Time

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My response to Bobby's (Bob Weir's) Facebook post = video of rehearsal for "Going Down The Road Feeling Bad" with Avett Brothers :

https://www.facebook.com/BobbyWeir/videos/1716649375015019/

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Fantastic! Wonderful rendition Bob Weir and I love how your guitar solo really showcases your genuine genius in voicing & phrasing playing creating space (what busy poets & musicians need keeping tight schedules with the public and all)! But I've also noticed you not only have the gift of creating space with your guitar playing but with your singing too -- it reminds me of how Thelonius Monk would play with time & space playing piano -- and not a lot of players can play along with that kind of play as a lot of players think every single measure has to be filled-up with notes (fast & hard). But, you, Bobby! "go, Bobby, go!" .... after a RatDog gig in Pittsburgh in Burgettstown, Pa where my buddies Rusted Root opened for you I caught a glimpse of you after your show in your dressing room and you were smoking a cigarette and there was the Elvis "gun slinger" Andy Warhol silver screen print canvas behind you = And that was one of the most memorable rock & roll moments in a pretty good life filled with pretty good moments that I will never ever forget! Thanks Bobby and #KeepOnKeepingOn

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"Good Vibes Only!!!" #goodvibes #only

"Good Vibes Only!!!" #goodvibes #only #positiveenergy #positivethinking #positivevibes #everyday #everydayeverywhere #namaste #magic

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Crime Caper Idea Sketch: "Who Eats Harry DICKS"

Crime Caper - Idea for Short Story:

Title:

"Who Eats Harry DICKS"

-----Unique Turn Of Events---- 

Scene Locations - 

Mister Grooming & Goods - Lawrenceville 

Clearly Pilates

Starbucks 

Local neighborhood(S) - (including a cast of pretentious mom & dad & delusional kids with strong ideas of grandeur, fame & self importance)

La Prima Coffee 

Colangelo Bakery 

County Housing 

Local TV station(s)

Local Radio station(s)

Cable News Channel(S)

Safran's Grocery Store

DO IT BEST! 

The caper story is a subgenre of crimefiction. The typical caper story involves one or more crimes (especially thefts, swindles, or occasionally kidnappings) perpetrated by the main characters in full view of the reader.

-----Unique Turn Of Events---- 

Written By: TheNewEverydayMedia.com

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Crime Caper - Short Story: "Who Eats Harry DICKS"

Crime Caper - Idea for Short Story:

Title:

"Who Eats Harry DICKS"

-----Unique Turn Of Events---- 

Scene Locations - 

Mister Grooming & Goods - Lawrenceville 

Clearly Pilates

Starbucks 

Local neighborhood(S) - (including a cast of pretentious mom & dad & delusional kids with strong ideas of grandeur, fame & self importance)

La Prima Coffee 

Colangelo Bakery 

County Housing 

Local TV station(s)

Local Radio station(s)

Cable News Channel(S)

Safran's Grocery Store

DO IT BEST! 

The caper story is a subgenre of crimefiction. The typical caper story involves one or more crimes (especially thefts, swindles, or occasionally kidnappings) perpetrated by the main characters in full view of the reader.

-----Unique Turn Of Events---- 

Written By: TheNewEverydayMedia.com

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Hilton Head Audubon Society _ In Loving Memory Of

In-Loving Memory! Thanks for everything! I'll always remember!

"A Vibrant Awakening of Memories" my published book w/ nursing home residents

I've included a picture of the book cover that my employer Mother Teresa Hospice / Progressive Home Health has just published (literally 2 days ago it was completed) comprised of selected poems I wrote with local area nursing home residents from when I started doing the poetry workshops January 31, 2016 - December 2016 which also includes testimonials form residents, family members of residents & staff members at the facilities. 

- in my Pittsburgh Poetry Workshops I conduct around greater metropolitan #Pittsburgh for long term care nursing home residents where we read and write poetry together - I have used many triggers to engage + stimulate memory & new ideas including by referencing Stephen Foster, reading his bio & playing his music. I've also referenced the Chatter Box at the William Penn Hotel and how Count Basie was broadcasted live from there to the world and I've used his music as well as other hot & sweet big band music such as "The Old LampLighter" and "The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy." 

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New August Poem _ The Dream Machine for 18+ _ August 2017

New August Poem _ The Dream Machine for 18+ _ August 2017

Old script ideas dripping in salacious controversy

Written with the impetuousness of youth

Tucked away in books for a rainy day - perception that's not reality - until the doors of perception are cleansed

In theme and on paper burnt away like a dream

Legally disposed of so no one can judge and scream

Now we can see how things really are - infinite in all directions

Written By: John Alan Conte, Jr.
August 27, 2017
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#HurricaneRain Poem From 2005 Revisited 2017 #Christie _ original #newmediaart

#HurricaneRain written July 16, 2005 by me & published on September 26, 2005 on mystrawhat.com in e-book Every Day Media #Christie

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True American Patriot iHeart + #1 Top40 Best of NewEdayMedia

#GreatAmerican #NewEdayMedia #Jornalist #HumanBeing #TruePatriot #iHeart Diana Falzone

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Long Time Sun song _ Kundalini Yoga -

"May the Long Time Sun
Shine upon you
All love surround you
And the pure light
Within you
Guide your way on
Guide your way on
Guide your way on" 

- Kundalini Yoga -

Long Time Sun song

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