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In addition to the history of Zachary United Methodist Church, this book paints a picture of what it was like to live in the small town of Zachary in the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s, when everyone knew their neighbors, the police officers, the ice man, to the telephone operator. It is a feel-good book.
Take charge of your career with these do-it-yourself strategies for independent music success! Peter Spellman, the Director of the Career Development Center at Berklee, gives tips on how to: write a business plan, create press kits, use the Internet to boost your career, customize your demos for maximum exposure, get better gigs and airplay, network successfully, and create the industry buzz you need to succeed. A must-read for every aspiring musician!
The May trial of Chase Bromley grabbed the attention of not only Bostonians, but the entire country as well. While the Hernandez trial was garnering attention, and certainly the Marathon Bombing case in federal court a few doors down, the rape, torture, and murder of Sloane Nichols was in the national spotlight. The accused wasn't a professional athlete or on a terrorist watch list. Chase was, however, the son of the infamous billionaire and property developer Kenneth Bromley, which made him Boston Royalty. Nichols, the former girlfriend of the accused, had been murdered in her own apartment the previous fall. There was no sign of forced entry, meaning Nichols knew her killer. The forensic e...
This book includes information about more than seven thousand black people who lived in Clark County, Kentucky before 1865. Part One is a relatively brief set of narrative chapters about several individuals. Part Two is a compendium of information drawn mainly from probate, military, vital, and census records.
Dreams mean nothing unless you have the courage to pursue them. 'The sky blazed with a golden hue that bathed everything in a soft nimbus. The goalposts shone, the grass sparkled, and the light flecked my skin like I'd been dipped in glitter. I felt peaceful - none of the nerves or excitement I usually had before a game. And it didn't seem at all strange that there wasn't a single fan in attendance, or that curlews covered the entirety of that far wing. 'In the middle of the ground, his back to me, Adam swayed on the spot, a shadow shimmering around him. I knew if he turned, I was going to see something I didn't want to see. Now I felt the first tightening in my stomach, the first irregular ...