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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.

2011.06.29 Exotic, dazzling, fantastic dreams just a nap away

Written by David Green.

By RICH FOLEY

I have to laugh every time I see a commercial for Chantix, a prescription medicine for those trying to stop smoking. The commercial announcer used to say that side effects may include “vivid, unusual or strange dreams.” That warning must have scared off potential customers as he now cautions against unusual dreams only. Heck, I can have mystifying, unbelievable dreams without taking any drugs, prescription or not. I only need to fall asleep.

For whatever reason, I seem to have a wide range of celebrities making appearances in my dreams, regardless of whether or not their presence makes any sense. Take, for instance, a recent one in which I have become a rock singer.

In this fantasy, I’m in a recording studio with the Animals, a group I’m sure any of you who remember the 1960s will recall. I seem to have taken the place of lead singer Eric Burdon, something that could only happen in a dream. We’re trying to record the song “When I Was Young” (still with me, 1960s experts?). To add some additional strangeness, there is a baby in the recording studio. He’s a cute little boy, but his crying keeps interrupting take after take and no one seems to know who he belongs to.

Hold on, it gets weirder. One of the Animals is legendary NASCAR driver David Pearson. If there’s any reason a stock car driver from South Carolina would be performing with an English rock group, I’m not sure what it would be. And Pearson is just as confused by the crying baby as I am. What’s more, he never mentions whether he realizes I’m not Eric Burdon.

In another dream, I’m merely a record producer. A group of famous musicians including Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen and Emmylou Harris have gathered to record a tribute album to the late Warren Zevon. It’s been done once before, but with a wide selection of Zevon songs and friends wanting to participate, a second album was a natural.

My contribution of the new album’s title led to me getting the producer’s seat. I thought “Warren Zevon: Deader Than Ever” would be a great tribute album title, given the dark humor that permeated Warren’s writing and recording output and the fact that he has been gone eight years now. The approval of Warren’s son and daughter got me the job. Unfortunately, I woke up before I found out if I was any good at it.

Not every dream has a music industry connection. In one, I was visiting Chicago and ran into actor Randy Quaid. Since he’s supposed to be in exile in Canada hiding from “star whackers” he thinks are out to kill him, I was pretty surprised to see him. Granted, he was wearing an eye patch and blond afro wig, but there was no doubt it was him. He tried to deny it, but, as much as I like his work in real life, in my dream, he just wasn’t that good of an actor.

Two dreams found me in familiar surroundings with unusual companions. In the first, I was visiting Palmyra with, of all people, Courteney Cox. And what’s even better, in this dream, she’s my girlfriend. Had I got to choose, I might have preferred Mariah Carey, but I don’t have any control over what happens in Dreamland. I’m not sure why Courteney and I are in Palmyra, but I run into several people I know and introduce her as my fiancée. Apparently, I’ve done away with David Arquette and I don’t seem to be concerned about it.

In the second dream, I’m a customer at the Rite Aid pharmacy in Wauseon. It was a pretty boring dream until I ran into Tom Selleck. He’s pushing a shopping cart overflowing with...take a guess...no, paper towels! Dozens of rolls of them. Obviously, I have to ask him why he is in Wauseon and why does he need all those paper towels? And Tom Selleck, who always seemed to be so nice on television, told me to “Mind your own business, pal.” Gee, thanks, Magnum! 

Then there are the dreams that are not full of celebrities. There was one in which I was competing in the Olympic Games. I never found out what city I was in, but just the fact that I made any Olympic team seems pretty odd. At least until I ended up winning the gold medal in the 1,500 meter run. That was vivid, unusual and strange, all at once. And to the regret of the pharmaceutical industry, no Chantix was needed.

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