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    MACEE BEERS joins other Fayette Elementary School students for the annual Mini-Cheer performance during the half-time break at the basketball game.
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    CHILDREN at Stair District Library’s Family Story Time toss scarves into the air during an activity. The evening program provided a mix of stories, songs, dancing, crafts and snacks Monday evening. The program is offered at 5:30 p.m. every Monday for five more weeks. The program is designed for three to five year olds and their family.
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    THE INTERVIEW—Evelyn Joughin (right) records the interaction with an iPad while Jack Varga, next to her, asks questions of Morenci Elementary School principal Gail Frey. Morenci senior Sam Cool (standing) listens. Cool serves as the editor for the newspaper written by members of Mrs. Barrett’s second grade class.
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    WRITING CODE—Brock Christle (left), a Morenci fifth grade student, takes a look at the progress being made by fourth grader Anthony Lewis. Libby Rorick, a sixth grade student, is next in a line of girls trying out the coding tutorials. This year marked Morenci’s second year of participation in the Hour of Code project.
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    REMIE RYAN (left) tries to dodge the foam wand held by Hayden Bays during physical education class at Morenci Elementary School. In the background, Lauryn Dominique and Brooklyn Williams stay clear of the tag. Second grade students were working on cardiovascular health on the first day back from vacation. For the record, Safety Tag is a very difficult sport to photograph.
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    MORENCI student Dalton McCowan puts everything into a dead lift attempt Saturday morning during the Wyseguy Push/Pull event. Lifters helped raise more than $1,600 for the family of the late Devin Wyse, a former Morenci power-lifter who graduated last year. Commemorative T-shirts are still available by contacting teacher Dan Hoffman.
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    MACK DICKSON takes a book off the “blind date” cart at the Fayette library. Patrons can choose a book without knowing what’s inside other than a general category. The books are among those designated for removal so patrons can consider them gifts. In Morenci, new books and staff favorites were chosen from the stacks and must be returned. Patrons get a piece of chocolate, too, to take on their date, but no clue about their “date.” One reader said she really enjoyed her book for a few pages, but then lost interest—so typical for a blind date.

2009.01.07 Celebrating with broccoli and black beans?

Written by David Green.

By COLLEEN LEDDY

It wasn’t just the melting polar ice caps causing the future disappearance of the Bahamas that influenced my decision to follow Maddie’s suggestion to go on a three-day cruise while visiting Ben and Sarah in Miami before Christmas.

I had that 50/58 celebration thing going on. Remember that silly bit of insanity? From Nov. 9 to Jan. 10 while I, born in 1958, am 50, and David, born in 1950, is 58, I decided that we should celebrate at every opportunity.

David is having a hard time keeping up. His all-consuming job at the Observer, his Puritan work ethic and his fiscal responsibility and restraint don’t leave much room for idle celebration.

Meanwhile, I’ve been making up for his lack. Oh, I’ve lived a frugal life alongside him for many years—it’s what allowed us to pay off our 15-year mortgage in eight years and put two out of three kids through college, for example, but I have a distinctly different background from his.

Growing up poor in the Bronx in a single-parent household had many challenges, but my mother always found money for celebratory treats and indulgences that would seem wasteful and wanton to those raised with a Protestant ethic.

Springing for ice cream cones on a Saturday night when you’re having trouble paying the grocer bill may seem like fiscal folly, but oh, how I savored those mint chocolate chip cones with chocolate sprinkles and oh, how the memory of those happy times lives on—walking to the corner store on a Saturday night with my younger brothers, waiting for the Sunday paper to be delivered.

So, even with the prospect of a Greater, perhaps Greatest, Depression looming before us, I have the constitution that allows me to be swayed by slightly senseless reasoning to spend money that I might possibly regret.

However, in this case, spending even more money made it all worthwhile. Ben and his wife Sarah came on the cruise too, and under Ben’s influence we took a little snorkeling excursion to a coral reef while docked in Nassau.

It was one of the highlights of my life, one of the most amazing things I’ve ever done and I am indebted to Sarah for so effectively explaining how to snorkel while my own children swam off with the incredible multi-colored fishes.

The cruise itself was fun, but I lamented David and Rozee and Taylor not being a part of it, too. And, although I didn’t get seasick, I felt the earth move under my feet for several days after returning to Miami. Or was Miami experiencing earthquakes in the days before Christmas?

It’s such a unique feeling experienced every now and then on the ship—that kind of a sway with the top of my body going one way as my feet stay rooted and then a sinking feeling like a heavy dose of gravity drawing me down.

One of the most exciting features of the cruise was the food—most people will proclaim how wonderful cruise food is. I found the taste kind of mediocre, but the quantity incredible. The indulgence was astounding for a menu waffler like me—having trouble deciding between stuffed mushrooms, soup, and farmers’ Greek salad? Get them all! Key lime pie or warm chocolate melting cake? Have both!

In contrast, David seems like a total ascetic who doesn’t know how to celebrate. I don’t mean to paint that picture of him.

The day after Maddie and I arrived in Miami, David sent an email with the subject line, “Correspondence.” I thought it would be a note telling about the mail that had arrived while I was gone.

Imagine my surprise when I opened the attachment and discovered a photo of David in bed and a woman’s head peaking out from under the covers.

I laughed uproariously and more so when Sarah called out to Ben to come look at the photo.

“Ben, your dad is sleeping with another woman!”

It took a second to get the “correspondence” connection. The woman under the covers was actually a cardboard mask depicting an Asian woman with her hair piled atop her head in a bun.

David’s subject line was shorthand for a spoof on the “Oriental woman desires correspondence” ads that used to be found in the back of comic books. Before we were married, David took photos of me dressed in a red and white kimono with my hair done up just like the lady in the mask and made postcards with that correspondence line.

So, I guess he was having a good time in my absence. And he seemed to be celebrating not just in the bedroom, but in the kitchen.

This email came a few days later:

“I put broccoli and black beans in my soup this time. I thought it would make it special. I was wrong.”

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