Night on Bald Mountain

Wikipedia, if you’d like. This essay is not about the history of Harpers Ferry. This essay is about me. Not about me falling in love on long moonlit walks along the Shenandoah or the oddity of hearing a ghost tour out of your kitchen window every night. These are other (probably better) essays. This is about a white twenty-year-old armed with a half an Bachelor’s Degree, a Midwestern fear of conflict, and some sweat-inducing extra layers in over his…

car at all times.” He said as he strapped me to the wheelchair and started to push me down a hallway. He then pulled me up by an elevator. Turning me around to show me there was an open door with an Exit sign on it. “You know I love the mountain air up here at night. You want to head out, take a stroll, go ahead I’ll wait here. Go on, run free. I’m in no hurry. No? Alright. Nose to the grindstone, I like that. Okay then. Right this way.” Trager said. He then pushed me into the elevator and we…

A Reflection of the Minor Prophets Wake Up Children Wake Up Vol. 1 By Lucille WEAVER Wake Up Children, Wake Up Wake Up Children, Wake Up A Reflection of the Minor Prophets Lucille WEAVER Unless otherwise indicated, all Biblical references and Holy Scriptures within this work are derived from: the New King James Version of the Bible; the International Version of the Bible; the World Original King James Version of the Holy Bible; the Good News Today Version of the Bible, Old…

execution of people whose names she had never heard and in whose supposed crimes she had not the faintest belief. When public trials were happening she had taken her place in the detachments from the Youth League who surrounded the courts from morning to night, chanting at intervals 'Death to the traitors!' During the Two Minutes Hate she always excelled all others in shouting insults at Goldstein. Yet she had only the dimmest idea of who Goldstein was and what doctrines he was supposed to…

Unfortunately, some companies have mismanaged their greatest asset—their brands. This is what befell the popular Snapple brand almost as soon as Quaker Oats bought the beverage marketer for $1.7 billion in 1994. Snapple had become a hit through powerful grassroots marketing and distribution through small outlets and convenience stores. Analysts said that because Quaker did not understand the brand’s appeal, it made the mistake of changing the ads and the distribution. Snapple lost so much…