The night draped itself over Bourbon Street like a heavy velvet curtain, and the city of New Orleans came alive in the clandestine embrace of a jazz-filled speakeasy. The air was thick with the smoky residue of secrets and the haunting strains of saxophones that lingered like whispers. Jack Callahan slipped through the beaded curtain at the entrance, a silent silhouette against the backdrop of dimly lit tables and the glow of illegal spirits. The room pulsed with the hypnotic rhythm of jazz, performed by a band tucked away in a corner, hidden behind a haze of cigar smoke. The clinking of glasses, laughter that danced on the edge of mischief, and the occasional muted footfall created a symphony of decadence. At the bar, a bartender with a pencil mustache slid a glass toward Jack, who nodded in silent acknowledgment. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the eclectic crowd—a mix of flapper-dressed ladies, sharp-dressed men, and the occasional mysterious figure shrouded in shadows. The flickering candlelight cast distorted shadows on the exposed brick walls, revealing the clandestine nature of this establishment. Jack's fedora cast a shadow over his eyes as he leaned against the bar, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He observed the patrons, noting the subtle exchanges, the clandestine meetings, and the unspoken transactions. The air crackled with an undercurrent of anticipation, as if the night itself held secrets that begged to be unraveled. The jazz crescendo, reaching its zenith, and a sultry singer took the stage. Her voice, a sultry blend of smoke and honey, wrapped around the room like a spell. The audience, lost in the intoxication of the melody, became unwitting participants in a clandestine dance between the living and the shadows. As Jack sipped his whiskey, he knew that beneath the veneer of revelry, the Crescent City harbored mysteries waiting to be unearthed.
The year was 1925, and New Orleans thrived in the paradox of its own unique heartbeat, the rhythmic pulse of jazz echoing through the narrow streets of the French Quarter, coiling around the wrought-iron balconies like the tendrils of a beguiling serpent. Gas lamps, flickering like distant stars, painted the cobblestone alleys with a sepia glow, casting shadows that danced to the soulful tunes pouring out of smoky jazz clubs. The city's heartbeat was jazz, an audible heartbeat that resonated from the pulsating heart of Basin Street to the dimly lit corners of Storyville. Trumpets wailed, saxophones wept, and the seductive melodies of the blues seeped into the very air, carrying the promise of hedonistic nights and clandestine rendezvous. Speakeasies, those secret sanctuaries of vice, flourished beneath the surface, hidden behind unmarked doors and guarded by watchful eyes. The Prohibition may have sought to silence the clinking of glasses, but in New Orleans, the clinking persisted, masked by the lively chatter of patrons enjoying the forbidden nectar of bootlegged spirits. The whispers of the Mississippi River, flowing with the untold tales of the city, mingled with the melodies that spilled onto the streets. Women in flapper dresses and men in sharp suits wove through the crowds, their laughter and hushed conversations adding to the vibrant tapestry of New Orleans nightlife. In this city of decadence and intrigue, where voodoo queens held court in dimly lit corners and the scent of gumbo lingered in the air like a bewitching perfume, secrets weren't buried; they were shared like lovers' whispers in the dark. The air in Sam Malone's office was thick with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke, the languid trails hovering like ghosts in the dim lamplight. Malone, a man well-acquainted with shadows, sat behind his worn mahogany desk, nursing a glass of bourbon that had seen better days. The flickering neon sign outside his window said: Private Investigator.
The Archies in New York": Not since the Beatles first landed in America has a rock band's trip to Manhattan caused such excitement! The Archies have touched down in the Big Apple for a gig in Central Park. Of course, when in the big city be sure to partake of the big sights... and partake the group does! From the Plaza Royal Hotel to the swank shops at Central Park West and the world famous Tavern on the Green, the band makes the most of their stay. They even meet famous New York "celebrities" like late night talk show host David Betterman, gossip columnist Liz Smythe and real estate mogul Donald Stump! Best of all, their concert benefits the New York Homeless Shelter! Archie, rock 'n' roll and the greatest city on earth - has there ever been a more perfect combination? It's all brought to you by no less a pop music authority than Hal Lifson, author of the swingin' sixties coffee table tome, "Hal Lifson's 1966!" "Fair Time": Its time for rides, games, contests and more when Archie and his friends enjoy one last summer at the Riverdale County Fair! "Archie's Guide to Body Language": The story that proves every "body" has something to say!
Jack Buck, a fifteen-year-old from Northwest Florida, is an average-looking guy with brown eyes, little bulb of a nose, strong eyebrows, his face topped with wavy dark brown hair, worn kind of long. His life is anything but average. A year ago, his father disappeared, and now his mother has died, leaving Jack and his sister Annie as orphans. Following clues left in a series of cryptic letters, Jack realizes he must find the one person who might still want him. He is the only one who believes his father isn't lost to this world after disappearing in the West Pacific while on expedition to prove the widely derided theory in ancient astronauts. Believed to have colonized earth at the dawn of history, these aliens left their mark in the form of monuments and edifices, the pyramids of Egypt only being the best known, created with powers not yet discovered by man. Early humans memorialized these visits in myriad sculptures and edifices unearthed by archaeologists. Jack's father's final communication from a Pacific island hinted he'd found proof these visitations actually occurred. Armed only with the belief in his heart that his dad is still alive, Jack retraces his father's path from Florida to the far-flung Pacific with only scant hints as to his whereabouts. Jack begins his journey as a stowaway on the Lady Jane heading out of New Orleans for Jamaica. Will faith and determination be enough to save Jack from the same fate his father?
Jack Rose examines the social, economic and political forces which have shaped the towns and cities of the UK since the Industrial Revolution. The unrestricted and largely unplanned development which followed the Industrial Revolution created unacceptable living and working conditions for which a century of legislation failed to provide a remedy. In the last fifty years of economic, political and legal changes have all affected the shape and speed of development through rent control, taxation, planning directives and other mechanisms. The interplay of political changes and economic circumstances which produces the 'dynamics' of development is covered here from the unique standpoint of the author's long and successful career in the property industry. This book was first published in 1985
Expect Miracles reads a plaque Rose Giuliano Jack bought just a year before her diagnosis. In Fireweed, she recounts how this level of hope and tenacity helped her through treatment with chemotherapy and a stem cell transplant to survive leukemia. During her two years in treatment, Giuliano Jack connects more deeply with spiritual experiences she has had since early childhood. She rediscovers her family history in a small town in southern Italy and a long line of seers who receive messages from those who have passed. Fireweed is the story of how Giuliano Jack gains insight and support from her ancestors and living family, and brings love and gratitude to the forefront of her life and healing journey.
Jack Fredrickson is one hell of a writer. This is a book that satisfies on every level."--William Kent Krueger Sweetie Fairbairn, the doyenne of Chicago society, is known for big-hearted philanthropy and magnificent soirees in her penthouse high atop one of the city's premier boutique hotels. Dek Elstrom is hired by a mysterious man in a long limousine to investigate the death of a clown. Was it suicide—or murder? What is the connection between the dead clown and Sweetie?
A celebration of Jewish men's voices in prayer—to strengthen, to heal, to comfort, to inspire from the ancient world up to our own day. "An extraordinary gathering of men—diverse in their ages, their lives, their convictions—have convened in this collection to offer contemporary, compelling and personal prayers. The words published here are not the recitation of established liturgies, but the direct address of today's Jewish men to ha-Shomea Tefilla, the Ancient One who has always heard, and who remains eager to receive, the prayers of our hearts." —from the Foreword by Rabbi Bradley Shavit Artson, DHL This collection of prayers celebrates the variety of ways Jewish men engage in personal dialogue with God—with words of praise, petition, joy, gratitude, wonder and even anger—from the ancient world up to our own day. Drawn from mystical, traditional, biblical, Talmudic, Hasidic and modern sources, these prayers will help you deepen your relationship with God and help guide your journey of self-discovery, healing and spiritual awareness. Together they provide a powerful and creative expression of Jewish men’s inner lives, and the always revealing, sometimes painful, sometimes joyous—and often even practical—practice that prayer can be. Jewish Men Pray will challenge your preconceived ideas about prayer. It will inspire you to explore new ways of prayerful expression, new paths for finding the sacred in the ordinary and new possibilities for understanding the Jewish relationship with the Divine. This is a book to treasure and to share.
ÒPowerful . . . ToddÕs vivid language is perfectly suited to the epic sweep of his narrative.Ó Ñ Publishers Weekly, starred review of Rain Falls Like Mercy Set in mythical Belle Coeur County in a time not too far from our own, Rose & Poe gloriously re-imagines ShakespeareÕs The Tempest from the point of view of Caliban and his mother. Rose and her giant, simple son, Poe, live quietly on the fringes of their town Ñ tending their goats and working at odd jobs. Prosper Thorne, banished from his big-city law practice and worrying about his fading memory, obsessively watches over his beloved daughter Miranda. When Poe erupts from the forest one day carrying MirandaÕs bruised and bloody body, he is arrested, despite his protestations of get help-get help-get help. Overnight, Rose and Poe find themselves pariahs in the county where they have lived all their lives. In the face of bitter hatred and threats from her neighbours, the implacable Rose devotes all her strength to proving PoeÕs innocence and saving him from prison or worse. Rose & Poe is a tale of a motherÕs boundless love for an apparently unlovable child, and a stunning fable for our own troubled times. It will stick in your memory like sweet wild honey.
Sweetie Fairbairn is known for big-hearted philanthropy and magnificent soirees in her penthouse high atop one of Chicago's premier boutique hotels. Dek Elstrom is hired by a mysterious man to investigate the death of a clown. What is the connection between the dead clown and Sweetie?
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