The Talk Of The Town

Remember Chris Rose who won a Pulitzer Prize for his personalized reporting on Katrina and the Federal Flood? His decline and fall is the subject of a very fine profile  in the Columbia Journalism Review by Michael Patrick Welch. It’s a poignant piece but also illustrates Rose’s self-absorption, which part of the reason for his downfall. He’s a very talented writer whose other main talent is bridge burning. I know that sounds harsh but my encounters with the man were quite unpleasant. I’ll leave it at that. I don’t believe in kicking a man when he’s down even if he is his own worst enemy.

The epic discussion we’ve been having on NOLA Twitter reminded me of Jeffrey’s classic 2006 takedown of Rose when he was on top, and the latter’s belated response and admission that he’d snubbed my main man Ashley Morris. It just struck me that Ashley has been dead for nearly 7 years. 7 fucking years.

Chris Rose has gone from the toast of the town to the talk of the town, so I’ll give the Pretenders the last word:

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – Incest and peppermints edition

Good Monday morning, all – I have to admit – I’ve been a little afraid to open up this particular double-sealed drum of Freepitude, but here goes…

Valentine’s Day: Did any FReepers enjoy time with their Daughters today?
Feb. 14, 2015 | Vanity

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I didn’t see any FReeper Valentine’s day stories, which usually means hanging out with your significant other (ie. Honey).

Anyone here hang out with their lovely daughters today?



I’m a divorced man with two grown children.Today, I travelled 2 1/2 hours from Eastern Washington to Seattle to hang out with my grown daughter.She is a professional and a college graduate who is living the big life in the big city.I don’t see her often anymore, but today I arrived at her place late morning bearing purple carnations (her favorite color), a Starbucks gift card, (Hey, this is Seattle, and she loves coffee like Dad).We went out to brunch, (Dad treated of course), we stopped and got some more coffee on our way back to her place.And then I did some Dad projects for her in her apartment.We laughed, cried and discussed old times, we had a great time.And then I drove home thinking, just, damn, they grow up so quickly. I love her so much.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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To: PROCON; Mears

My 16 yr old daughter we adopted from China when less than 2. Walking hand in hand along the bay under a beautiful sunset here in Hawaii. How swift like the wind is the time; how precious like all the world’s jewels & gold is a daughter!

5 posted on ‎2‎/‎14‎/‎2015‎ ‎11‎:‎39‎:‎42‎ ‎PM by jobim (.)

I had no idea that Woody Allen had a Free Republic account.
Well, at least it couldn’t get any creepier.
I went to a daddy, daughter dance last night (Friday) with my 10 yr old grand daughter … I hat a date with a cute little blond.


Folks … I had a good (enough) time, but I tell ya’ …

The dance was put on by the school and the teachers were leaders in those line dances (which I don’t do, and thankfully, neither does my GD … and the music was almost all THUMP, THUMP, THUMP crap

I had to request Joe Cocker .. You Are So Beautiful .. so I could embarrass her on the floor and actually sing to her

The daddys were all standing around embarrassed or something (I guesstimate maybe a hundred “couples” (the entire elementary schoo was invited) so that’s a lot of guys not knowing what to do during the thump, thump, thump


Total slow songs … 4 … in a two hour period


I’m a school board firector (sic)



… next meeting Feb 19 … one more apple cart for me to push over

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OK – so I was wrong.

Awwww…. that is so sweet, Procon. I loved your story. For what it is worth.. she will always remember that day! Always. I can only imagine your drive back home was bitter sweet.. enjoying the day but remembering when you danced with her while she stood on your feet. Hugs…

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To: max americana

Boo Yah!


Take her to Lucques in Beverly Hills for brunch/lunch. I recommend the patio and whatever specialty drink they are serving. It’s different every month and better than simple Mimosa.

After you’ve got her liquored up a little, you can make your move.

relaxed atmosphere, just really terrific food with great service.

The wait staff have all the knowledge you require about anything on the menu but, a soft touch about it. They’re not snobs and won’t drone on.

They are also accomodating about special requests.


Food is wonderful and plated so as to invite the eyes to take it in just before you your mouth savors whatever is delish.


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More after I pour bleach over my exposed brain.


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Walker: Not Being Mean to Immigrants No Longer an Option

Shorter Scott Walker: I have a primary filled with hate-crazed howler monkeys to win, don’t you know? 

Undocumented immigrants:

Host Chris Wallace said to Walker: “But you said you supported” comprehensive reform.

Walker: “And my view has changed. I’m flat out saying it. I’m — candidates can say that. Sometimes they don’t.”

Wallace: “So, you’ve changed from 2013?”

Walker: “Absolutely. I look at the problems we’ve experienced for the last few years. I’ve talked to governors on the border and others out there. I’ve talked to people all across America.”

“I’ve talked to my potential primary voters, Chris, and I’m sorry but they just won’t countenance a sensible, reasonable way to help anyone, because beating up on poors and browns just feels too fucking good. Build a big fence and put them all behind it, I say. That’s my new position and it’s very well thought-out.”


Home Care Workers on Public Assistance


The home care workforce encompasses workers in two main occupations: home health aides and personal care aides. Both assist older adults or people with disabilities at their homes with personal care (assistance with eating, dressing, bathing, and toileting) and household services (meal preparation, shopping, light cleaning, and trans- portation). In some states, home health aides may admin- ister medication or check a client’s vital signs under the direction of a nurse or other healthcare practitioner.

The number of home care jobs in the United States is projected to grow five times faster than jobs in all other occupations. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the country will need one million new home care workers by 2022.1

While demand for home care workers is projected to grow, wages in this sector remain low. In 2013, the country’s two million home care workers had average annual earn- ings of $18,598.2 Average annual earnings for all wage and salary workers in the United States were $46,440.3.

But nobody needs a union, because clearly the market is taking care of everything.

I’ve never understood bitching about the cost to pay people who take care of the elderly, disabled, or even children. As someone paying for childcare right now, yeah, it’s expensive. Is this really an area where you want a bargain? Do you really want to bottom-dollar the lady who helps Grandma get dressed in the morning or the fellow you trust to shop for Dad’s medication?

I don’t want a cheaper person to take care of the people I love, I want the company that pays them to do so decently, or a fraction of the assistance the government gives to, say, a grocery store that wants tax breaks to build somewhere.


Newspapers Don’t Need Help From the Internet to Kill Journalism

If these people worked on mimeograph machines, or their job was just to stand in the town square yelling the news at people, they would still find a way to fuck it up: 

Circulation was falling fast when I joined the paper in September 2010, and I suspect this panicked the owners. Waves of sackings started, and the management made it plain that it believed the future of the British press to be digital. Murdoch MacLennan, the chief executive, invited me to lunch at the Goring Hotel near Buckingham Palace, where Telegraph executives like to do their business. I urged him not to take the newspaper itself for granted, pointing out that it still had a very healthy circulation of more than half a million. I added that our readers were loyal, that the paper was still very profitable and that the owners had no right to destroy it.

The sackings continued. A little while later I met Mr MacLennan by chance in the queue of mourners outside Margaret Thatcher’s funeral and once again urged him not to take Telegraph readers for granted. He replied: “You don’t know what you are fucking talking about.”

For a long time newspaper owners everywhere could get away with anything because look, where else you gonna go, son? They could lie and cheat and steal, and there was enough slush floating around to mask the thievery and incompetence.

Plus let us face it, whatever newspapers were (and are) screwing up, local and national news programs were (and are) so awful that after the in-depth analyses of GOOD MORNING CLEVELAND and its ilk, the worst newspaper jock on his laziest day seemed like a Nobel laureate.

Now, though, there are other ways to get information out. There are other ways to find things and tell everybody. Failure and idiocy are exposed much, much faster than they used to be, and that has not been a boon for those whose stupidity was only tolerable because the profits made it so.


Sunday Morning Video: The Jerry Lee Lewis Story

I’ve been reading Rick Bragg’s great book about the Killer who is 20 different kinds of crazy. I stumbled into this 1990 BBC documentary, which left me, uh, breathless:

Leonard Nimoy, R.I.P.

I grew up on Star Trek and Mr. Spock who was one of the coolest characters ever. I even tried the Vulcan mind probe out on my boyhood pal Andy, but it didn’t work much to my annoyance. In short, I was sad to hear of the death of Leonard Nimoy at the age of 83 today. He was a fine actor and an even better human being.  I’ll leave the live long and prosper comments to others, and won’t go in search of anything in Mr. Nimoy’s honor either. The best tribute I saw all day was this cartoon by Andy Marlette of the Pensacola News-Journal:



Angry Pander Bear

One of the highlights of the 1992 election cycle was when Paul Tsongas called Bill Clinton a Pander Bear for obvious reasons. Bill not only felt people’s pain, he borrowed their ideas, policies, you name if, he’d use it. He was to politicians what Milton Berle was to comedians.

The 2016 election cycle seems to be featuring a new variation on this theme: Chris Christie as the Angry Pander Bear. I originally thought Christie might use his Ralph Kramden/Governor Asshole persona to run against the nutty GOP base but those days are long gone. He’s gone from CPAC pariah to favorite:

…Christie pitched himself repeatedly as a man of the people, someone who was willing to stand up for regular folks and fight for them. He turned a question on immigration into an opportunity to praise “hardworking people” struggling in America. In response to a question about Bush’s immigration remarks in which he had praised immigrants for their entrepreneurial character, Christie accused politicians of caring too much about what “they say on the editorial page of the New York Times and Washington Post.”

Free of the burden of being the establishment’s darling, Christie also sought to exorcise his White House ties. Asked about the time he told a constituent to “sit down and shut up,” Christie didn’t shy away, saying some people needed to hear just that advice. When the audience reacted positively, he said the Obama White House needed to hear that order. The audience reacted favorably.

I keep waiting for a Republican to stand up to wingnuts whose idea of principled politics is to hold their breath until they get their way. The Tea Party is a misnomer. The should be called  the Toddler Tantrum party: holding our breath til we turn blue since 2009.

The reason for Gov. Kramden’s switch is that Poppy’s boy, Jeb the acronym, is the favored candidate of white shoe, country club establishment Republicans. Jeb is pretending to take on the extremists in his party but it won’t last. He’s a Bush and they’re experts at pandering: Poppy Bush’s entire career was an exercise in pandering, which was why it was so ironic that he lost to the original Pander Bear. History is unlikely to repeat itself: the Angry Pander Bear is unlikely to beat out Jeb the acronym for the nomination. Me, I still think they’re going to go full tilt bat shit crazy and nominate someone who will  lose every state outside the hardcore hookworm/wingnut belt.

Finally, I’m trying out a nickname for John Ellis Bush. Whaddya think of Jeb the acronym or Acronym Jeb? Not as funny as Willard Mittbot Romney, but no candidate will ever be as funny as Willard. The nation’s gain was satire’s loss.


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Friday Ferretblogging

Claire is hibernating until spring.



Friday Guest Catblogging: Boris

I met Boris on Mardi Gras day and the first thing I learned is that Boris is a she. Boris also came with the house that my friends Holly and Paul bought across the street from Dollar Bill Jefferson. Boris is a remarkably patient and friendly cat: I picked her up on our first meeting and she purred for me. She is also tolerant of humans messing with her as you tell from the King Cake baby on her head in the first picture.

Boris KC baby

Here she is with an Elizabethan collar ruff thing, looking very much like Bette Davis when she played Queen Elizabeth. I suspect she’d rather live with a male cat named Natasha than Errol Flynn but we didn’t go there.

Boris says fuck you

I wrote about shade the other day, here’s Boris wearing shades ala Harry Reid:

Boris shades

Being a Whomaniac, writing this post gave me a predictable yet satisfying earworm:




Malaka Of The Week: Kristi Capel

Some malakatude is venal and some is rooted in cluelessness, stupidity, and ignorance. This week’s honoree seems to fit snugly into the stupid category. That is why Kristi Capel is malaka of the week.

Local teevee anchors aren’t always known for their intelligence, especially morning show people. Kristi Capel of WJW-TV in Cleveland looks good on camera, has a twinkly smile, and a limited vocabulary. You’ve probably heard about her dumbass, racially clueless comments about Lady Gaga on the morning after the Oscars:

The look on co-anchor Wayne Dawson’s face says it all. His raised eyebrow and nervous smile sum up the situation quite nicely. Btw, is it just me or does anyone else think he resembles Duke Ellington? I suspect that Ms. Capel has never taken the A train to Harlem and probably has no idea who Duke Ellington is. Ignorance can kill ya.

Pleading ignorance, Capel has apologized:

“I just want to take a moment to address a comment that I made yesterday that got a lot of attention,” Capel said at 6:45 a.m. Tuesday. “It’s important for me to let you know that I deeply regret my insensitive comment. And I truly did not know the meaning of the word and would never intentionally use such hurtful language.”


“I sincerely apologize for using that language and promise to learn from this, and I hope you will give me that chance,” Capel said Tuesday morning.

Her co-anchor showed the class of Duke Ellington and confirmed that her use of an esoteric and venerable racial slur was based on dumbassery instead of willful malakatude. She’s been suspended for 3 days for being as stupid as this:

I realize comparing anyone to Porsha Williams is unkind but that’s what this feature is all about. Besides, I’m going easy on Kristi Capel, I haven’t even called her Crapel until now.

Here’s the real lesson of this sorry episode to people who do live television: NEVER USE A WORD IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS.  Ms. Capel failed to check the Urban Dictionary and that is why she’s malaka of the week.

I’ll give Duke Ellington the last word:

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Freaks And Geeks…um…Just Freaks

From Album 5

So the annual spittle-flecked rave (rage?) for the aggressively ignorant begins today…not exactly Three Days of Peace and Music…more like Three Days of Red Meat, Bloody Shirt Waving, and Howling about Victimization…while wingnut welfare expense accounts pick up the tab. Funny how that works.

Anyway, I’m expecting that even Ghouliani’s desperate-cry-for-attention/performance will be outdone before it’s all over, because, like junkies, the rage addicts need ever stronger doses. But…might as well get a laugh watching it all. For victims, they sure do seem…awfully comfortable.

Pulp Fiction Thursday: Murder Wears Mukluks

A friend of mine is taking the train from New Orleans to Newark this week. I suggested that he take all of his warmest winter clothes including mukluks if he had any. That, in turn, made me think of this cover, which features one of the silliest words ever:


GOP Don’t Care

Neil Heinen, ladies and gentlemen: 

 What is most disturbing is the image…the image of three Republican state legislators being escorted by security past protestors at the State Capitol Tuesday evening. And once again the nation watches news from Wisconsin and wonders what is going on in that state? It’s hard to imagine this is the impression Republicans are hoping will convince people to invest in Wisconsin.

But by once again ram-rodding divisive policy through the legislature and short-circuiting the public-hearing process, lawmakers have created an atmosphere of frustration and anger. Frankly the suggestion that the protests were a public safety risk is offensive. The largest risk is the risk to democracy by limiting the rights of citizens to be heard on laws that affect their lives. But embarrassing images and bad-faith governing are not things that concern this legislature any more.

But they used the words “credible threat!” Just like on CSI or something! It was all terrorist-speak-y!

Honestly, why should they care what they look like? There aren’t any electoral consequences for them. Mr. My New Boyfriend up there aside, most journalists have been treating the debate over the Right to Work (For Less) bill in Wisconsin as OH THIS IS ALL SO BORING DO WE HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT PROTESTS AGAIN?

Witness this, which Jude sends me because he worries my life is too calm and my blood pressure may be too low:


HARDY HAR HAR NOTHING MATTERS REALLY. Both sides are noisy but it’s all so lamesauce.

The national press is too busy jerking off about Walker 2016 to pay attention to the actual business of governing. So the Wisconsin GOP looks like a bunch of goddamn clowns. Who’s going to impose any kind of consequences for that?



Throwing Shade


Senate Democratic Leader Harry Reid may be bruised and battered but he knows how to throw shade while wearing shades. It’s what our current Congressional politics have boiled down to since the Republicans took control of both houses. Remember all the naifs who proclaimed that the GOPers would have to compromise and get shit done once they were in the majority? I guess none of them have been paying attention since 2009; either that or their crystal balls are cloudier than the sky in New Orleans today.

The latest wingnut shade is being thrown on two fronts; both of which illustrate the extent to which the Republican party has gone batshit crazy and both kinda sorta involve immigration and the administration’s “lawlessness.”

First, the GOPers are threatening to defund the Homeland Security Department if the President doesn’t make nice with them and cave on his executive orders on immigration. This is beyond bonkers: Dubya and chickenhawks in both parties pushed for this department after the event Rudy cannot stop talking about. It was a CYA move for the Bushies after they ignored warnings that a big attack was coming. For Congressional neo-cons such as Holy Joe Lieberman and Senator Walnuts, it was an exercise in dick waving and measuring. It’s a pity that Don Lemon wasn’t around to cover that, he knows from dickishness.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the war loving, border fence worshiping party wants to shut down Homeland Security when there are semi-plausible terrorist threats against shopping malls and other assorted targets that may or may not have Targets. Of course, if ISIL knew anything about Merica, they’d have made the threat during the holiday season and given Bill-O confirmation of the so-called war on Christmas. So much for protecting the “homeland.”  (A phrase that’s too Teutonic for my taste but that debate’s long over. ) Way to go, Congressional wingnuts, you’re contradicting yourselves again.

Speaking of nutty contradictions, Republicans are trying to shut down the confirmation of Loretta Lynch as the next Attorney General. This one is even funnier than the DHS shutdown threat because right wing bete noir, Eric Holder has averred that he’s staying in office until his replacement is confirmed. They cannot even put their hatred of President Obama’s “lawlessness” on Holder long enough to get rid of the *other* black man they love to hate. It’s an excellent example of ideological purity run amuck. It reminds me of the Daffy Duck toon Duck Amuck with Tailgunner Ted as Daffy.

Let’s move from Congressional shade throwing to some sensational shade thrown by former CBS newsman Eric Enberg at the gas-filled windbag who lies on a nightly basis on Fox News. You know who, the man we call Bill-O, the human hot air balloon:

Eric Engberg, a CBS correspondent who was also in Buenos Aires at the time, defended Corn in a Facebook post on Friday and said, “It was not a war zone or even close. It was an ‘expense account zone.'”

Ouch. It’s a pity that Bill-O’s blues won’t lead to his ouster or even suspension but it’s been great hearing some teevee news vets calling him out for what he is: a lying sack of shit. Make that chicken shit.  Of course, Fox News is the world’s largest sack of shit so that reporter threatening, loofa wielding malaka Bill-O will stay on the air. I guess one could say that he’s been David Cornholed…

Back to Harry Reid, I like the new look. It makes him the Jack Nicholson of the Senate. Jack, of course, wears shades indoors for different reasons than Leader Reid. But I’ve never compared Harry to Jack before so he’s almost as cool as the coolest septuagenarian in the country. Eat your heart out, Joe Biden.



Album Cover Art Wednesday: Out On A Limb

The swellegant Jazz trumpeter Clark Terry died the other day at the age of 94. I stumbled into this campy, oddball cover of one of his earlier solo efforts:


The Daddy-O in question was producer Holmes Daddy-O Daylie who was a pioneering African-American Jazz DJ. I’d never heard of him before and enjoyed learning about him in a 2003 obituary in the Chicago Tribune.

The album probably should be called Inside A Limb, but it’s actually quite good. Here it is on the YouTube:


Credible Threats to Wisconsin Republicans

Stupendous pussies run away from the possibility of dissent: 

MADISON, Wis. (AP) – Republicans on the state Senate’s labor committee ended a public hearing on contentious right-to-work legislation early and sent it on to the full Senate Tuesday, enraging dozens of people who had been waiting all day to speak and sparking a demonstration in front of the Senate chamber.

The daylong hearing began at 10 a.m. Sen. Stephen Nass, a Whitewater Republican and the committee’s chairman, had planned for it to last until 7 p.m. But around 6:20 p.m. he announced he was ending the hearing due to what he called a “credible threat” that union members planned to disrupt the proceeding.

“We’re not going to take a chance,” Nass told the crowd.

We’re not going to take a chance that disruption may occur. Your right to comment on matters of concern to you can be erased by the words “credible threat” because union thugs, and protesters, and possibly hippies, are coming to say mean things to you, loudly.

This is the party that is going to put the state of Wisconsin back to work? Really? These fraidy cats?

Police escorted the three Republicans on the committee out of the room after the vote.

Because of a credible threat of being protested.


You Don’t Get To Tell Other People What Their Lives Are About

Amanda, on Patricia Arquette: 

Arquette tried to use her win for Best Supporting Actress as an opportunity to speak out for wage equality, and, to be fair, her actual speech on the podiumwasn’t the worst thing ever. “To every woman who gave birth, to every taxpayer and citizen of this nation, we have fought for everybody else’s equal rights,” she said. “It’s our time to have wage equality once and for all and equal rights for women in the United States of America.” A bit jumbled and shallow—ninth-grade debate club debut-ish—but her heart seemed to be in the right place. At least, Meryl Streep and J-Lo thought so.

But when Arquette was asked to elaborate backstage, she gave a lengthy answer that included this statement: “And it’s time for all the women in America and all the men that love women, and all the gay people, and all the people of color that we’ve all fought for to fight for us now.”


I’m generally a big fan of celebrities using their platforms to get out the message about feminism, even though they often do so by offering a defanged version sculpted to minimize backlash. But Arquette’s political grandstanding played into every ugly stereotype about “feminism” being about little more than some privileged white women trying to become more privileged.

Yeah. I’m not wild about the dogpiling onto Arquette from the left, like let’s not expect perfection in every feminist sentiment or we’ll never hear anybody speaking up at all, but that was the point at which I said oh honey, no.

You don’t get to tell all the men that love women, and all the gay people, and all the people of color, what they owe you.

You don’t get to act like somebody else should just fall in line now, because it’s your turn.

You don’t decide when anybody else’s turn is.

I wish you did, sometimes. I would like to tell all of you what is important to you. I would like to make you all feel righteously guilty for not caring about the same things I do, in the same proportions, at the same times. I would like to MAKE you all get on board with my every motivation. I can’t do that. The only thing I can do, the only thing anybody has the right to do, is tell you what’s important to me. I can hope you come to care about it but I can’t knit it into your blood and bones. I can’t stand up for it for you.

Words are not imperatives, and we only all speak for ourselves.

I have zero problem with Arquette speaking for herself. It’s a valid statement and was one of a very few to address the world as it is even from inside her very wealthy, successful bubble. I appreciated it, as a fellow white chick who likes getting paid like a white dude would get paid.

I have a HUGE problem with her treating solidarity like it’s some kind of vending machine. “I put a dollar in for your cause, so I should get a candy bar for mine.” Like decency is a loan that needs paying back with interest. Like you do what you do in order to get something for it, and not for the sake of your immortal soul. It is not TIME for anyone to do anything for you that you’ve done for them. It’s just time for you to do what you need to do, which is all the time anyway.


Hot Type

Via my pal Brent, this very cool story: 

The Doves Type was commissioned by Thomas Cobden-Sanderson as a bespoke typeface for the Doves Press, the London printing company he co-founded with Emery Walker in 1900. A modern take on a Venetian serif, it took two years to create and was used in all of the Press’s publications, including books of verse by Shakespeare and Milton and the Doves Bible, which featured drop caps by Edward Johnston.

After falling out with Walker, however – their partnership was legally dissolved in 1909, after the business encountered financial troubles – Cobden-Sanderson spent nine months tipping 2,600lb of it into the Thames in secret, ensuring that if he couldn’t use it, nor could anyone else. Disguised by darkness, he made around 170 trips to the Hammersmith Bridge to tip small parcels into the water at night, the splashes concealed by passing traffic, before announcing that it had been “bequeathed’ to the Thames.

And you thought your office had drama.

I love lead type. I have a bunch of old letters and one half of an old lead plate for a newspaper; the thing could crush walnuts and it’s the coolest thing I own. We once loved words so much, and believed they had such power, that even though we had to cast them in hot metal to use them, we did it because the alternative — silence — was that unbearable.

The river is giving the letters back now:

Surprised as he was to find the type so easily, Green says he was probably the first person to really look for it. “I had always read that it had never been found, so assumed loads of people had gone to look for it but actually, I don’t think anyone had ever bothered,” he adds. Upon his discovery, he called the Port Authority again, which carried out a two-day dive and eventually recovered 150 pieces.



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