... was really calm until I passed Martin Luther King Blvd. After six to ten minutes of driving I switched from interstate 275 to interstate 4. By that time the traffic was very dense and I was very angry due to the previous events I was involved in. It was a three lane highway and I was driving on the left lane, my exit was few minutes away and I knew that if I didn’t switch lanes rapidly I would have to drive two to three more miles on a very slow moving traffic. I decide to begin switching lanes, I successfully transferred from the left lane to the middle lane even though there was hardly any space between cars. I turned my turning signal on and slowly began ...

... beneath a yellow light. Tall and slim, he was, with thick, white sideburns, and a distant manner that added to the impression of nobility. I sucked a slow, deep breath between pursed lips and held it, as if I had a cigarette. First I remembered the smoke warm and biting; then I remembered it menthol-cool. Where the second person came from, I'm not certain. I was surprised to hear Howard's voice, strong and clear from across the driveway. "I know you, Roy Best," he said. "I know about you and Mary. You want to take her away from me." Roy was a short man who walked with the help of a cane. I'd seen him during the afternoon, sitting in the lounge, t ...

... he was. He then took me out the back, past the roaring barbecue, to meet the rest of the crew. Tom was sitting on a chair with another blonde chick sprawled across his lap. I didn’t quite know what it was about him, but every party he had a different one, without fail. I watched as Andrew skillfully skated the mini-ramp. He rode with a smooth style. I watched his arms, spread out, as he balanced. I followed with my eye the cigarette in his right hand as it glowed, spearing through the night. I ran up the ramp and crouched down next to Matt, Eddie, Gavin and Jared. They all yelled my name as Matt tackled me to the floor of the platform. I tripped Matt over and roll ...

... When my dad pulled up with him I thought Gandhi had risen from the dead. In broken English he said, “Hello, my name is Hank, nice to meet you.” I almost didn't respond because I was laughing at a man named Hank from India had just come into my house, but I got out a , “very good, how are you?” He didn't look like, act like, or even dress like an American, but with a name like Hank it was the only thing that would make sense to me. If his name had been Akbar or Jabar, it wouldn't have been so strange for me. But Hank?...come on. What were his parents thinking. It could start a tribal war or whatever those people in India do for fun. Although I wa ...

... it reveals a staircase and four circular indents on the inside of the plane. Most people would think the indents weren’t anything but decoration, but I remember placing the miniature Fisher Price plastic people in them and flying them around my house. I grab the plane and hold it, remembering the good times I had with it. While moving my hand up the sides of it I can feel how aged it really is. The surface is cold, almost as if the airplane had been lonely the past thirteen years waiting for that little three-year old boy to hold it again. The exterior of the plane is as smooth a newborn baby except for a few deep scratches here and there. I place the pl ...

... size just put one in awe. Sawtooth was grand in size and the beauty of it over came all with emotions. Looking at it made the imagination wander and made you second guess yourself. Sawtooth just smelled of fear, but it was what everyone came to do. Right when everyone started out it was no problem. Each step came with ease and grace. The view around was beautiful. It was unlike anyone could ever imagine. When the group got to only the tenth switch-back they all looked about and could see the beauty of the valley floor and where they had just started out that day. It looked like a little green dot painted into the valley floor by an artist and his brush ...

... in the way we questioned things around us. "Kyle, what would happen if we tomatoed the Dahlman's house?" Ryan asked as we sat on the curb, both of us sucking on a frozen Mr. Freezie juice strip. We sat there for awhile, imagining the old man, stomping out the screen door with his fist raised and yelling at us, threatening to call our mother. Eventually he'd go back inside after he realized he couldn't find us, even though we were crouching behind the nearby pines at the edge of his yard. Still waiting at least ten more minutes (to see if the old crab would emerge from his door) Ryan and I would plan our escape route. A quick sprint down the road would brin ...

... been something wrong with the connection because when it rang there would be no one on the other end. Someone was coming tomorrow to take a look at it. Mr. and Mrs. Smith informed us that they would be a little late coming home because it was their anniversary and they had a long night planned. We told them to have a nice time and they both grabbed their coats and left. Julie started crying just as they closed the door. We gave her a bottle and put her down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I looked at each other, seeing who was going to answer it. I answered the phone but no one was there. I said hello again, but still no answer. All I cou ...

... as data traffic over long-haul networks skyrocketed and the world's telecommunications providers increased their investment in high-capacity fiber-optics. With an innovative product line that provides pavement for the information highway, E-Dak quenches an unending and growing thirst for bandwidth. For me E-Dak has meant working at the fourth fastest growing company in Silicon Valley, with $500 thousand of revenue exploding to over $60 million in four short years. It has also meant playing a role in the information revolution. E-Dak gives me a broad business perspective. It's relatively small size facilitates a close interaction with department heads. If ...

... up nice and neat, almost as if they were expecting us to arrive that evening. Without even thinking about anything else they both entered the room and agreed that it was probably too late to go wake up the inn keeper so they would just go down and pay him in the morning. After removing the soaking wet clothes they put on thier night clothes and not even five minuites after hopping into bed they were both asleep. That was thier next mistake. Now like most people Doctor Bleed just had to get his drink of water in the middle of the night or or or .......Well thats funny I dont think that he has ever not had his refreshing drink of water in the middle of the night ...