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What Do I Believe? April 28, 2007

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I believe in …

… a holy and just God.

… love at first, second and third sight.

… a good work ethic.

… things not being given to you without you putting anything out.

… family.

… having fun.

… doing the right thing.

… setting goals.

… changing your goals.

… changing your mind.

… having the first word and the last word.

… knowing your story.

… knowing others’ stories.

… remembering the past, living in the present and planning for the future.

… being yourself.

 

Home-grown Pulitzer Prize Winner April 17, 2007

Congratulations to Hank Klibanoff for winning the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for History along with co-author Gene Roberts. Klibanoff is a Florence, Alabama native. Congrats!

Florence Native wins Pulitzer Prize for History

From http://www.pulitzer.org
Awarded to “The Race Beat: The Press, the Civil Rights Struggle, and the Awakening of a Nation” by Gene Roberts and Hank Klibanoff (Alfred A. Knopf).
orence native, Hank Klibanoff, wins Pulitzer Prize for History

Florence native Hank Klibanoff has been awarded the Pulitzer Prize for History.
From TimesDaily.com

Klibanoff was recognized for his book, “The Race Beat: The Press, the Civil Rights Struggle, and the Awakening of a Nation.”

He wrote the book with Gene Roberts.

The book details the attention the media, both print and television, gave to the plight of black Americans as they sought civil and voting rights in the 1950s and 1960s.

Klibanoff, who grew up in Florence, graduated from Washington University in St. Louis. He spent 20 years at The Philadelphia Inquirer, serving in various positions, including deputy managing editor. He was also a reporter for the Boston Globe and spent six years at newspapers in Mississippi.

Klibanoff is now the managing editor of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.

He is scheduled to appear at the Florence-Lauderdale Library at 11 a.m. Saturday.

 

Hungry hungry…mother April 16, 2007

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She must have been pretty hungry…

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Woman offers man sex with teenage daughter in exchange for pizza

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A Shoals mother is accused of doing the unthinkable to get free food.

The woman turned herself in Thursday to Russellville police in Franklin County.    

Investigators say a woman was trying to get a man to buy her a free pizza in exchange for sex with her teenage daughter.

The man turned down the offer.

Britnell now faces charges for solicitation.  

45-year-old Reba Diane Britnell was arrested Thursday after a Grand Jury indicted her on a charge of criminal solicitation second-degree rape.

The incident was reported to the Sheriff’s office by an acquaintance of Britnell’s.

Investigators have been investigating the case for several months.

Thursday the case went to the Grand Jury.

Franklin County District Attorney Joey Rushing says, “Investigators have been investigating the case for several months. Thursday the case went to the grand jury. Requesting another person to engage in sexual intercourse with someone to pay for pizza is what the indictment says. That’s what she’s charged with and she’s set for arraignment in April. Then she will be placed on the trial doc. In a couple of months.”  

Britnell was released on $15,000 bond.

No trial date has been set.

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The Midas Touch

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Midas Touch

Here’s the article in its entirety. I have just one thing to say – this is the American Dream at its finest. You go with you grillz Mr. Warren. You Go. My favorite part is the “touch of class” quote. Priceless.


Midas touch

New York man brings urban edge to Florence

By Trevor Stokes
Staff Writer

His business card may be a glossy postcard that advertises “FDA-approved” Hustla Grillz and Gold Grills (“over 5,000 styles available”).

His business sign may make the simple proclamation scrawled in black Magic Marker on white poster board: “King of Gold Teeth.”

But Donielle Warren’s modus operandi is to bring urban edge to Florence with the latest fashion labels LRG, Red Monkey and Coogi straight from New York City. And, oh yeah, grillz.

“It’s jewelry for your teeth,” said the entrepreneur who splits his time between Florence and Queens, N.Y. “Anything you can think of can be put on your teeth.”

The 29-year-old, raised in Hempstead, Long Island, had his first grill (“grillz” in singular form) as he entered his teen years in the early ’80s.

Grillz come in two types: dental and cosmetic. Dental grillz are molded for a person’s teeth and come with a lifetime warranty. Cosmetic versions clip on as a one size fits all. No matter the type, after fittings, Warren uses pliers to tighten up the grillz.

“The thing I like about it is you can take it out the next day and be president,” he said.

Push-on, pull-off grillz are the temporary tattoos of the urban dental trade. Like tattoos, some prefer permanence, but not Warren.

“I’m not trying to knock dentists, but I do not recommend getting permanent gold teeth,” he said.

Warren warned that food could get between the tooth and the gold plate and cause tooth rot.

“When you’re a 50- or 60- year old, you’re going to wonder why your breath is stinking,” he said, “I can do the permanent teeth, all it is is some glue, but I don’t want to do that.”

Ronald Ratliff, a University of North Alabama custodial supervisor who got a single gold tooth made from Warren, agreed. “America is so much about glamour, but it’s only temporary,” Ratliff said. “I wear mine when I go places just to get a little class.”

Grillz take three days. First, Warren makes dental impressions with cherry scented, dustless dental grade alginate gel.

The impressions are next sent to Queens-based jeweler Steve Afshin, who said the trend reached its height in New York about four years ago and that the latest bling is nameplates on a chain.

“Used to be good before; not that good now,” said Afshin, “Now, not that much.”

No matter. For Warren, grillz are here to stay.

“That’s what’s in right now, the gold teeth,” Warren said. “This is a thing that’s going to be around forever.”

Why here? First, Warren came to Alabama in 1996 to play football on a scholarship with Alabama State University in Montgomery. Second, his mother is from Tuscumbia. And lastly: “Why go up there and be in the rat race when I can be here and be my own race?”

Now, he makes grillz for any and all clients who pay up the bucks.

“I don’t discriminate, I sure don’t,” he said with a camera that flicked past pictures of multi-ethnic clients and their wares.

But it doesn’t stop at grillz. Warren’s future plans include getting an oven plus accessories ($3,500) so he can make gold rings and medallions; you name it.

For now, Warren focuses his attention on grillz.

Chris Swag, a 23-year-old music producer, was fitted Wednesday for his grill: four-toothed, white-and-yellow gold with diamond cross-hatching.

“They shine with the sun out,” smiled the former Chicago resident.

He chose his design, a new one in the catalog, because, “I like to get new things that nobody else got.”

“Pretty comfortable; just gotta get used to it,” he said. Was the $140 worth it? “Pretty much,” he said.

The most expensive set Warren has produced cost $2,200 for six teeth that were made of platinum.

But for the starter-set, basic grillz cost $35 a tooth: “Those are the ones you can eat with,” Warren said.

Warren doesn’t own a pair of grillz himself. Bad advertising? Nah. “My girlfriend flushed mine down the toilet,” he said, “because I was getting too much attention.”

Staff Writer Trevor Stokes can be reached at 740-5728 or trevor.stokes@timesdaily.com.

Copyright © 2007 TimesDaily

 

It’s just the weather.

Where has spring gone? I was very happy with the 80 degree temps last week, but now things have changed. It’s windy. It’s cold. It’s rainy. I have permanently affixed myself to the couch all weekend and watched a multitude of enigmatic programming. I still can’t believe that there are people whose job it is to come up with this stuff. Even more unbelievable is that I have spent 72 hours watching it. It’s a sad life I lead when the weather’s bad.

I feel even worse due to new medication that I am taking for a little health issue that I am dealing with. Nothing major, just not interested in going in to detail about it here. I could possibly have become anemic over the last few days. No..en..er..gy..blah.

Even worse is that my poor puppy has been cooped up in his backyard playpen for days now because it’s been too cold and rainy to take him on his much beloved walks. I am just not interested in walking a muddy, wet dog for a mile in the rain and cold. Luckily he’s got a decent enough running area in the backyard. He’s pissed though. I can tell. But, yesterday he looked like and Oreo – half white, half black –  from the rich mud in the yard and his incessant need to lie in mud puddles or his kiddie pool filled with muck. Sometimes I don’t understand canines.

Also, it’s been quite a weekend. If I believed in all the hocus pocus of Friday the 13th this weekend would have been a perfect example of its witchery. My poor pug woke up Friday morning sounding like a seasoned smoker suffering from emphysema. Mother took him to the vet. He has bronchitis. So I have had to remind myself twice a day to trick him into taking his meds. Tasty bread and peanut butter do the trick, but then I have to make a treat for our rat terrier as well because she’s the alpha dog and gets pissy if you don’t give her something as well. Again, I sometimes don’t understand canines.

Work starts again tomorrow. My officemate will be out all next week due to some elective surgery. I am looking forward to being cut off from the world in my warm office. Just me and John Mayer singing the blues. I promise I’m not depressed. It’s just the weather.