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01/14/12 - NNHS Newsletter - It's Always You

The most important things are the hardest to say,
because words diminish them.”

- Stephen King
(b. 21 Sept 1947)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   It should come as no surprise to anyone that Frank's been singing to me again.  There seems to be no midi file for this 1940 classic, so just let him sing to you, too.

BONUS - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzFQo32493Y - It's Always You - Frank Sinatra


THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

     Happy Birthday tomorrow to Skippy Weitz ('57) AND   Mary Markiewich Hux ('67) of VA!

     Happy Birthday this week to:

16 -   Johanne Coates Richardson ('57) AND Steve Kiger ('66) of VA;

17 -   Chuck Anspach ('60) of NC;

18 - Eileen Rash Vaught ('57) AND    F.A. Saunders (Hampton HS - '64) of VA;

21 - Carol Collier Sparrow ('63) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!

http://www.nnhs65.com/Happy-Birthday.html 


YESTERDAY IN WWII:

January 13, 1942 - In London, representatives of nine German-occupied countries met to announce that all people found guilty of war crimes would be punished after the war ended.

January 13, 1942 - First use of aircraft ejection seat by a German test pilot in a Heinkel He 280 jet fighter.

January 13, 1992 - Japan apologized for forcing tens of thousands of Korean women into sexual slavery (Comfort women) for Japanese soldiers during World War II.


THIS DAY IN WWII:

January 14, 1942 - The U.S. and Great Britain agreed to have the British Chiefs of Staff and the U.S. Joint Chiefs work together to advise their leaders on military policy during the war.

January 14, 1942 - U.S. President Roosevelt issued an order that required all aliens to register with the government.

January 14, 1943 - Operation Ke, the successful Japanese operation to evacuate their forces from Guadalcanal  during the Guadalcanal campaign, began.

January 14, 1943 - Franklin D. Roosevelt became the first President of the United States to travel via airplane while in office when he traveled from Miami, Florida to Morocco to meet with Winston Churchill.

January 14, 1943 - Prime Minister Winston Churchill and President Franklin D. Roosevelt met in Casablanca, Morocco (Casablanca Conference), to discuss strategy and study the next phase of the war. This event was the first time an American president left American soil during wartime.


YESTERDAY IN 1962:

Saturday, January 13, 1962 - Country music singer-songwriter Trace Adkins was born in Springhill, Louisiana.

Tuesday, January 16, 1962 - Hockey player Paul Higgins was born in Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada.

Tuesday, January 16, 1962 - Baseball player Kevin Mitchell was born in San Diego, California.

Tuesday, January 16, 1962 - Actor and comedian Ernie Kovacs (b. 23 Jan 1919 in Trenton, New Jersey) was killed in an automobile accident in Los Angeles, California at the age of 42.


THIS DAY IN 1962:

Sunday, January 14, 1962 - Politician Michael McCaul was born a fourth generation Texan in Dallas, Texas.


  From Donna Price Devers ('66) of NC - 01/13/12:

Hi Carol,
 
Please change my email address to ________@_____.___.
 
Thanks much! And thanks again for all your hard work on the newsletters

Donna

   Gotcha! Thanks, Donna! Would you like it published?


From Nancy Winall ('70) of VA - 01/13/12 - "I have a new Yahoo! email address":

Hi,

I wanted to let you know that I have a brand new Yahoo! email address: ____________@yahoo.com. Please update your address book and send me emails at this new address from now on. Thanks!

Nancy Winall

   I have yours switched, too, Nancy - thanks! Would you like yours kept private or published?


      From Harry Covert ('57) of MD - 01/12/12 - "CUBAN PRIDE & PREJUDICE: ‘To Tell the Truth….’":

CUBAN PRIDE & PREJUDICE: ‘To Tell the Truth….’

Posted: 11 Jan 2012 08:41 PM PST


By Nick Diaz

I mentioned in Tuesday’s edition of this discourse how a good number of natural-born Americans are unaware of the nationality-based differences among “Hispanics.” In addition, many well-meaning Americans have little or no idea what events have been taking place in Cuba and the rest of Latin America in the past 50 years.

Author Nick Diaz in Havana, Cuba, 1957. (Courtesy Photo)

 All of this, however, is a minor irritation when compared to the painful torture that comes when those of us who are Cuban exiles meet Americans, Canadians, Australians and Europeans who admire the Castro brothers and their so-called Revolution. They lecture us about the achievements of that murderous, soul-crushing regime from which we fled.

Again, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to confront this general lack of awareness, which almost always includes hostility toward me, personally. Those who praise the Revolution tend to see me and all other Cuban exiles as “oppressors,” who were justly driven out – “selfish bastards” who simply didn’t want to share their possessions with the poor.

The guiding principle undergirding such prejudice has been identified as ”Social Justice,” a loose concept that refers to the redistribution of wealth in Third World countries, which are all imagined as being equally corrupt and poor and as peopled by non-whites.

An ailing Fidel (circa 2010) and advocate Hollywood director Oliver Stone.

This misguided concept of “justice” is itself derived from a host of other prejudices, including that which I like to call the “Mussolini Principle” – to the assumption that underdeveloped or inferior nations need strong leaders and draconian measures in order to function properly.

So, just as Fascist Italian dictator Benito Mussolini was constantly praised in Europe and North America for making the trains run on time in unruly, darker-skinned Italy, so are Fidel Castro and his henchmen praised for “finally” bringing health care and education to the even unrulier and darker-skinned Cuban people.

The chief assumption behind that praise, of course, is that such people are essentially different, and inherently incapable of enjoying the same kinds of rights and freedoms as more advanced light-skinned Europeans and Americans.

Cuban born actress Maria Conchita Alonso recently challenged actor Sean Penn on his pro-Castro activism. She answered his off-color description of her, calling him "a Communist a******!"

Another wrong assumption that guides such thinking is that Cuba was a Third World country before Fidel came along and “improved” it.

The real truth is just the opposite: On many accounts, Cuba was on par or ahead of many European countries in 1958 and ahead of most other Latin American nations. Nothing proves this more convincingly than the fact that between 1900 and 1958, more than one million Europeans immigrated to Cuba seeking a better life. Between 1959 and today, more than two million Cubans have fled the island, while no one, from anywhere, has migrated to Cuba.

Cuban refugees trying to make shore and asylum before US Coast Guard captures them.

I remember the noticeable number of Chinese people in Cuba, many of whom migrated to the island in the 1930’s. Other migrants included Eastern European Jews, Swedes, Germans, and Spaniards. After both world wars, migration to Cuba increased in earnest.

Twelve years ago, at a parent-teacher conference, the father of one of my students introduced himself as Cuban. “Cuban?” With a surname like “Kapelina?” I learned his family emigrated from Yugoslavia to Cuba in the late 1940s; chased out of Croatia by Marshal Tito, then chased out of Cuba by Fidel Castro. Sadly, some people seem to be chronic refugees.

THIS GLORIFICATION OF CASTROLANDIA is pervasive; oddly enough, the higher one goes in the American social scale, the more one is likely to encounter it.

It is absolutely impossible to escape this in my profession. Most people involved in American education, at all levels – though bright and well educated – are predisposed to champion the “Mussolini Principle” unflinchingly and unquestioningly when it comes to Cuba and Latin America in general.

Cuban refugee Dr. Carlos Eire of Yale was dis-invited to speak at University of Wisconsin, Madison.

Take the case of Dr. Carlos Eire, author of “Waiting for Snow in Havana” (Ed: banned in Cuba), and “Waiting to Die in Miami.” Some years ago the University of Wisconsin revoked a previously made speaking invitation to Dr. Eire, who is Riggs Professor of History and Religious Studies at Yale University.

The University of Wisconsin had offered the engagement earlier because – as the dis-invitation email put it – Dr. Eire would represent “the unjust oppression of the Cuban people by the exile community.”

Among the many ways in which we Cuban exiles encounter such prejudice and blatant ignorance, none is more constantly irritating than that of seeing the face of Che Guevara emblazoned on T-shirts and all sorts of merchandise.

Castro's chief executioner Ernesto (Che) Guevara, idolized by the Left as freedom fighter, is popular T-shirt image.

Che was Castrolandia’s chief executioner, the very embodiment of ruthless slaughter, the exact opposite of the idealistic hero so many people take him to be. Yet, I and other Cuban exiles constantly run into these bitter reminders of the world’s foolishness, and of the prejudices which allow falsehoods to endure and eventually become myths.

The depth and breadth of such ignorance is staggering and very troubling to me and other exiles, who personally experienced the evils of Castrolandia. I believe the whole world, and not just for Cuban exiles like me, is in trouble when falsehoods become accepted as historical fact and psychopaths like Che Guevara are turned into saints and pop icons, for then we are all one step closer to George Orwell’s “1984,” –or already in it.

AFTERWORD

EVEN AS A CHILD IN MY NATIVE LAND, I remember having the desire to come to the United States of America, not as a temporary tourist, but on an extended basis.

Nick Diaz 2012

I was eager to experience everything, not just something in particular. The United States projected itself into my consciousness through its films, television shows, comics, and toys. It was the “real” world, where nearly everything important took place.

In my early childhood years, up to 1959, I was aware of the fact that the U.S. was more stable than Cuba; there was no cretin like Fulgencio Batista running the country; and no need for violent revolution north of the Florida Straits.

After President Batista left and Fidel made everything worse, the USA began to look even better to me. As repression increased under Fidel in 1960 and as his policies drove Cuba into the Stone Age – economically, intellectually, and technologically – the U.S. became even more of a Utopia in my eyes. So, of course, I longed to go, not just experience it, but live in it at least for a while.

Little did I know then that, more than a half-century later, I was destined to live here for the rest of my life. Looking back, it couldn’t have turned out any better. Life in the USA has been good.

Natural-born Americans, please love and appreciate our country the way it deserves to be loved and appreciated.–©Nick Diaz 2012; and www.thecovertletter.com .

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(Nick Diaz was born and reared in Havana, Cuba. He is a mathematics teacher at St. John Regional Catholic School in Frederick, Md. A graduate of the University of Dayton (Ohio), Mr. Diaz was retired in 2003 after 30 years with Frederick County (Md.) Public Schools. He is a member of the Board of Trustees of Frederick Community College, for which he served as chairman in 2011. He and his wife Marianne reside near Middletown, Md.)

This appeared in its original form Jan. 10, 2011 at www.thetentacle.com and is used with permission of the author and The Octopus, LLC.

The Covert Letter is indebted to Mr. Diaz for his insightful series and we trust it meets our goal to offer ”Anecdote, Fact and Essay.” You may contact Mr. Diaz at Gssuzukiguy2004@yahoo.com

   WOWZERS! Thank you so very much, Harry - and Nick!


    From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 01/12/12 - "How's This For Nostalgia?":

Maybe you have seen this before, but sometimes it’s nice to revisit.   Enjoy.

Something I noticed – may not be true.  Look just about everyone is slim.  Fast foods were still in the future.  Everyone still ate home cooked ‘scratch’ food.  Interesting.

   That is an interesting observation, Joan! Thanks for this selection! It's one of our faves - so much so that we've had it posted on our site for some time now:

http://www.nnhs65.com/fun-to-remember.html


    From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 01/12/12 - "Keep Your Fork...":

Keep Your Fork

    There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things in order, she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. 
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. 
'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.
'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.
'This is very important,' the young woman continued.  'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. 
That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that  when the dishes of the main course were being cleared,  someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'  It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want  them to wonder, 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork...the best is yet to come.'
The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye.  He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.  She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?'

And over and over he smiled. 

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.   Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.   Cherish  the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility.
 
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND...and I'll bet this will be an Email they do remember, every time they pick up a fork!     
And just remember...keep your fork!   


The  BEST is yet to come!
   
God Bless You

   I really like this, Bill! Thank you so much!


      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/13/12 - "Friday":

Highest Priority


Dear Advice Lady,

I have never written to you before, but I really need your advice. I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs... phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up.

My wife has been going out with 'the girls' a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, 'just some friends from work, you don’t know them.' I always try to stay awake to look out for her coming home, but I usually fall asleep. Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn’t want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.

Around midnight, I decided to hide in the garage behind my golf clubs so I could get a good view of the whole street when she arrived home from a night out with 'the girls'. It was at that moment, while crouching behind my golf club bag, that I noticed that the graphite shaft on my #3 driver appeared to have a hairline crack right by the club head.

Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the golf shop where I bought it?  Your prompt reply to this important matter will be greatly appreciated.

Thanks in advance,
Charlie

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*-------------- Guaranteed to Roll Your Eyes --------------*

To get his mind off his losing streak at the racetrack, I took my friend horseback riding. Being a novice, he freaked when his mount took off.

"How do I stop?" he yelled.

"Bet on it!" I hollered back.

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Quote of the Day:

Movement is a medicine for creating change in a person's physical, emotional, and mental states.
- Carol Welch, Author

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Handy Hint

Don't throw away old rice, use it this way! Spread leftover rice on a cookie sheet and set in a low-temp oven until completely dry. Then place in a resealable plastic bad, store in the freezer, and you've got a cold pack to help easy any aches and pains.

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Random  Facts
 
The 25% of India's population with the highest IQ is bigger than the total population of the U.S. 

India has more honors students than the U.S. has students period.

One in five adults in the developing world - almost 862 million people - cannot read or write.

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Mirrors

Several years ago I noticed something strange: people seemed to be smiling at me more often. During my young adult years people had never smiled at me that much. Most of the people I saw seemed to have grim, tense faces. They would look at me for only a second or avert their eyes altogether. Sometimes they would nod or say "hi" but more often said nothing at all.
 
All that seemed to change, though, as I got older. For some surprising reason people were suddenly greeting me with a warm smile when I passed them. Their eyes seemed to sparkle when they said, "hello" and many times they would even stop to chat happily with me for a few minutes. At first I didn’t know what to make of this. Had the whole world suddenly gotten kinder without telling me? Had the hearts and souls of everyone I met suddenly grown more loving and joyful for some reason?
 
Then one day when I was walking alone in a store the answer came to me. I was thinking to myself of how much God loved me and of all the blessings I had been given in this life. At that moment I walked by a display of mirrors and saw that I had the happiest expression on my face. I had been smiling without even knowing it. Then suddenly I realized that I was the one who had changed. I had grown so much in love, joy, and oneness with God. And it was the light shining from my own soul that others were reflecting back to me.
 
We are all mirrors in this life. We all reflect each other’s love. We all share each other’s light. We all help each other to become the image of God that we were meant to be. May you always mirror every bit of goodness, kindness, and joy that you see in this world. May your own soul always shine bright as well. And may you make your whole life here a reflection of the light of Heaven and the love of God.

~ Joseph J. Mazzella ~

   Thanks so much, Shari!


  From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 01/13/12 - "Fun luv'n Dog":

It gets better as it goes along. If I told you you would not believe it. WHEE!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=cqxTUxzOceE&feature=youtube_gdata_plaJ 

     Thanks, Bill!


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 01/13/12 - "9 months later":

Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob.

So they loaded up Jack's minivan and headed north.

After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.

They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.

'I realize its terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed,' she explained. 'I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.'

'Don't worry,' Jack said . 'We'll be happy to sleep in the barn, and if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light.'

The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.

Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way.

They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.

But about nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney.

It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.

He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, 'Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north about 9 months ago?'

'Yes, I do.' said Bob

'Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?'

'Well, um, yes!,' Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out, 'I have to admit that I did.'

'And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?'

Bob's face turned beet red and he said, 'Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy, I'm afraid I did.' 'Why do you ask?'

'She just died and left me everything.'


And you thought the ending would be different, didn't you?... you know you smiled... now keep that smile for the rest of the day!

      Thanks, Joyce!


    From Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL - 12/20/11 - "Clever Ideas to Make Life Easier (#22 in a Series of 24)":

  Some of these ideas are really good.

Freeze Aloe Vera in ice-cube trays for soothing sunburn relief.

   EXCELLENT! Thank you so much, Eva  - I do love clever tips (I'd label these carefully, though!)!

 
 


FINALLY:

From http://www.ajokeaday.com - 01/13/12:

A grizzled old man was eating in a truck stop when three very large, leathered bikers walked in. The first walked up to the old man, pushed his cigarette into the old man's pie and then took a seat at the counter. The second walked up to the old man, spat into the old man's milk and then he too took a seat at the counter. The third walked up to the old man, turned over the old man's plate, and then he took a seat at the counter.

Without a word of protest, the old man quietly left the diner. Shortly thereafter, one of the bikers said to the waitress, "Humph, not much of a man, was he?"

The waitress replied, "Not much of a truck driver either, he just backed his big-rig over three motorcycles."  


DATES TO REMEMBER:

1.Thursday, February 2, 2012 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on the first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have friends in that year, go visit with them.

2. Wednesday, February 8, 2012 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month for a Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club, 1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for reservations.

3. Saturday, April 7, 2012 - 11:00 AM - The NNHS Breakfast Bunch will host a Breakfast Bunch Brunch at the Warwick Restaurant, 12306 Warwick Boulevard, (across from CNU) Newport News, Virginia 23606. "Please come join them for a Dutch Treat Brunch featuring a lot of 'War Stories' and maybe a lie or two. Everyone is welcome so bring your wife, husband, boy friend, girl friend, class mate, school friend or whomever you choose." Please RSVP to Bill Roady at duckbill1@verizon.net or call him at 757-595-0716 so they have a head count.

4. Friday and Saturday, October 5 and 6, 2012 - Class of 1962 - 50-Year Reunion - Crowne Plaza Hotel, Hampton on the Water. More information after the Holidays. Meetings are second Tuesday of each month. CONTACT: Brenda Amos Williams at typhoonmom@juno.com 


PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 10/22/11

BLOG:

http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 03/13/11



Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
915-780-3048
 


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  Y'all take good care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol

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It's Always You

Lyrics by Johnny Burke (03 Oct 1908 — 25 Feb 1964)

Music by Jimmy Van Heusen (26 Jan 1913 - 06 Feb 1990)

Recorded by Frank Sinatra (12 Dec 1915 – 14 May 1998) with the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, 1940


Whenever it's early twilight
I watch 'til a star breaks through
Funny, it's not a star I see
It's always you

Whenever I roam through roses
And lately I often do
Funny, it's not a rose I touch
It's always you

If a breeze, caresses me
It's really you strolling by
If I hear, a melody
It's merely the way you sigh

Wherever you are you're near me
You dare me to be untrue
Funny, each time I fall in love
It's always you


"It's Always You"  lyrics courtesy
of http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/It%27s-Always-You-lyrics-Frank-Sinatra/D5CBCFC1338F70524825691F000A615F - 01/18/12 (sic)

"Always You" Image courtesy of http://whenyouloveme.tumblr.com/page/18 - 01/18/12 (sic)

Beauty Multi-Flower Divider Line clip art courtesy of - well, I cannot seem to locate that information at the moment.....

Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/agent99bm/ - 10/02/05
Replaced courtesy of
http://www.hamptonhigh1964.com - 02/17/09

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06

Animated Dancing Snoopy courtesy of Billy Turner ('65) of TX - 11/26/08
Thanks, Billy Turner!

Animated LOL Cats courtesy of Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/10/11
Thanks, Paul!

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