James Butler Hickok (May 27, 1837 – August 2, 1876), better known as Wild Bill Hickok
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He was a folk hero of the American Old West. His skills as a gunfighter and scout, along with his reputation as a lawman, provided the basis for his fame, although some of his reported exploits are fictionalized.
Hickok came to the West as a fugitive from justice, first working as a stagecoach driver, before he became a lawman in the frontier territories of Kansas and Nebraska. He fought for the Union Army during the American Civil War, and gained publicity after the war as a scout, marksman, actor, and professional gambler. Between his law-enforcement duties and gambling, which easily overlapped, Hickok was involved in several notable shootouts. He was shot and killed while playing poker in the Nuttal & Mann's Saloon in Deadwood, Dakota Territory (now South Dakota).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Bill_HickokJames Butler Hickok was a folk hero of the American Old West. His skills as
a gunfighter and scout, along with his reputation as a lawman, provided the
basis for his fame, although some of his exploits are fictionalized. The death sequence from Walter Hill's bizarre 1995 film "Wild Bill", starring
Jeff Bridges, Ellen Barkin, David Arquette (as the coward Jack McCall) and
John Hurt. Johnny Cash Singing: "The Last Gunfighter"
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It was one of my favorite rituals every year.
One evening after dinner... a few weeks after Thanksgiving... my father and I would shop for a Christmas tree.
My father wore his rattiest coat as he prepared to do battle with strangers who would attempt to part him from precious family resources.
He instructed me to remain silent as he executed his negotiation strategy... one he'd refined and perfected over the years.... for good reason.
When I was 7 and he was on the hunt for my first bicycle, he'd found a beauty by accident. As he worked his cunning on the unsuspecting flea-market guy, I raved about the bike... how I couldn't wait to get it home!
I screwed up the deal royally, of course, and my dad was steamed. The flea-market guy wouldn't budge off the price and we walked away bikeless.
Over the next few years, I learned to keep my yap shut when my father displayed his cunning.
As the cold December air froze our bones.... as a hot fire raged in an old steel barrel to keep the tree-lot guys warm... my father would almost go into a trance.
We'd hit no fewer than four Christmas tree lots every year... among Kiwanis Club, Knights of Columbus, VFW, Elks Club and American Legion lots.
We'd search high and low, pulling out a variety of trees and assessing them. When we found a real beauty at each lot, we'd set it aside.
Then my father would shift into high gear.
"That's a sweet tree you found there, mister," one tree-lot guy would eventually say. "Want me to ring you up?"
"You call this a Douglas Fir," my dad would say, as though he'd earned a doctorate in horticulture. "This tree is dry and weak and will probably burn my house down!"
It'd take 90 minutes or more, but my father would soon pit the Kiwanis Club guy against the Knights of Columbus guy, the Elks Club guy against the VFW guy, then the American Legion guy against all of them.
He'd pound them so hard on the poor quality of their product that one would soon break, giving my father a massive discount so long as he'd leave the lot as soon as possible.
I had no idea at the time, but my father taught me many valuable lessons... lessons he'd wished his father, who died in the Influenza Pandemic of 1918 in Parsons, KS when my dad was only 5, had been able to teach him.
In the most basic sense, he taught me the value of money... how hard it is to earn and how much harder it is to save.
He taught me that strangers don't generally care about my interests so much as they do their own.... that, like it or not, you have to hold your ground against people who likely don't care a whit about what is best for you.
He taught me how much he loved his family and put their needs before his own. He didn't enjoy fighting with strangers to save every dollar, but he knew that money was needed to provide for his children. From the day he and my mother married as young people in the 1930s, they had to pinch every penny... woe to anyone who tried to take food out of the mouths of their children.
If I could make one Christmas wish this year... a year in which more than 40 percent of children in the U.S. are born to single mothers.... it would be that all children would be blessed with a father like mine and would spend these next few weeks shopping for Christmas trees with their dads.
Paris... I love this city
and this song...
ah... the memories.
Elle n'en sort plus de ta mémoire
Elle danse derrière les brouillards
Et moi j'ai vécu la même histoire
Depuis je compte les jours...
Depuis je compte les jours...
Depuis je compte les jours...
She not something that goes out of your memory,
She dances behind fogs.
And me I lived the same history
Since I count the days...
Since I count thedays...
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This was found in the personal album of an Einsatzgruppen soldier. It was labelled on the back "The last Jew of Vinnitsa". All 28,000 of the Jews living there were killed at the time.
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Execution of a Viet Cong Guerrilla [Vietnam, 1968]
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Footprint on the Moon [Lunar, 1969]
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On July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong put his left foot on the rocky Moon. It was the first human footprint on the Moon. They had taken TV cameras with them. The first footprints on the Moon will be there for a million years. This photograph was taken by Buzz Aldrin.
Phan Th? Kim Phúc [Vietnam, 1972]
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Tiananmen Square [China, 1989]
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