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aseriesofthrills · 1 year

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My heart won’t stop beating. It’s good that it’s beating, preferable actually, but not this fast, and not this loud. I’m at my parents’ apartment sleeping on a thin pull out couch in their guest room. They just retired from Florida to North Carolina, breaking the mold of retirees flocking further south. They haven’t found a house yet in Asheville so we’re in cramped quarters, an apartment far more elegant yet much smaller than my shitty but spacious house in Los Angeles. Less than 24 hours since my feet touched east coast soil, I’m already feeling a little claustrophobic in the space. And it is just that - a space, a place, not a home. It’s not where we brought my younger brother home to from the hospital, the host of my first sleepover, the bathroom where I got my first period, the home held together by the walls I stared at wondering if everyone would immediately sense a difference in me after the first time I had sex, the bedroom where I came out to my parents. When my plane landed in North Carolina, my mom desperately wanted to “get the first hug” - a game our family plays - and left my dad stranded in the car in order to track me down near baggage claim, simply unable to wait the extra 30 seconds for me to make it outside. I used their guest bathroom only to find the toilet paper folded over, like I was at the Waldorf Astoria. Sometimes my mom even puts chocolates on my pillow when I visit. My dad texted me the day before my flight to ask for grocery store requests, as if the right brand of cold brew is the key to my happiness and they’d do anything in their power to unlock it. So, maybe, who needs a home when you have a lot of love? And anyway, this all has nothing to do with why my heart’s beating like a drum. It would be in any space or place.

My heart won’t stop beating fast and loud. I’m lying on my stomach, and I can hear the beats reverberating throughout the metal springs, the frail skeletal system holding this flimsy pull out couch together. The beats feel shockingly loud, as if I’m stranded at some heavy rock concert that I didn’t buy tickets to. I never understood why some people willingly go to concerts but bring earplugs, the weird fibrous orange material poking out of their ear canals. Supposedly their “pliable design slowly expands, conforming to your ear canal to help block out hazardous noise.” I would consider this noise Hazardous, but it isn’t just an aural problem. The bed is vibrating with my aliveness, abuzz with my analyzing. Could my heartbeats be shaking the whole apartment complex? The beating and throbbing makes it feel like I’m sleeping inside of my own giant ribcage, taunting me from the inside out. I should try turning over onto my back, but somehow that feels worse in other ways. Like I’m opening myself up to the world, vulnerable, singing, “Sure! Come and devour me!” Even if it meant the end of the incessant sounds of my blood pumping, I don’t think I could sleep like that. I want to feel cocooned and enveloped, folded into myself, a child and its mom all at once, someone capable of self-soothing. A feeling only possible by being on my stomach, relentless beating be damned.

I have a crush. Aside from being alive, it’s undoubtedly the source of the fervent beating that now must be registering as at least a 4 on the Richter scale. Noticeable Shaking of Objects and Rattling Noises. Felt by Most People in the Affected Area. I take solace in the fact that Moderate to Significant Damage is Very Unlikely. The crush is complicated. She told me she likes me, but we have to wait. I’m not good at waiting. Terrible, actually. Two or three weeks feel like months. I truthfully have no concept of how far off it feels to my warped brain, and the nebulousness of that might be even worse than being able to ascribe a timeline to it. It’s like I’m stranded in a foreign country where I’ve lost my passport, and I’m trying trying trying to get home but there’s no guarantee when I will. Someday, yes, it will be worked out. Things will fall into or out of place. But when? When when when? I wonder if she’s as preoccupied with me as I am with her. For my sake, I hope yes. For her sake, I hope no.

At a certain point the beat beat beating seems to let up, or maybe it’s just turned into a frequency I can thankfully no longer hear. But in some diabolical plot by the world to hold me hostage in an awake state, I’m now hyper aware of a clock ticking. Not metaphorically, though that would be apt, but the literal ticking of a time-keeping device in my vicinity. Tick. Tick. Tick. I hate to be this dramatic about something that was likely placed in the room by my mom in a casual attempt to decorate, but frankly, it’s ruining my life. And why would she pay such careful attention to decorating anyway? This is a temporary apartment, a space, a place, not a home, and it doesn’t need little clocks. It needs my newborn brother and my first period bathroom and my sleepover room and the walls that watched me grow.

Thoughts about my crush keep flashing through my brain, almost like jump scares. You expect it but it startles you all the same, grossly over-buttered popcorn flying everywhere. Like Fleabag suddenly remembering things at inconvenient times about her best friend, Fleabag plagued by guilt over her death. Except I didn’t kill anyone. I just like someone. I think back to the way she touched my hands at the bar, surprised by how cold they were, warming them up. How she put her hand on the small of my back when I was walking in front of her. How she asked, “Can I kiss you?” in my passenger seat outside of her apartment at 1am. How she tasted sweet, like candy. How I didn’t want her to leave my car, how I wanted to go inside with her. How she texted me after that she’s glad she ran into me. How she said she has a crush on me and wants to take me on a date, but after Thanksgiving, because it’s complicated. I need to be patient, because it’s tricky with work. We might be working together. And a big holiday is right around the corner. So we have to wait. But the pit in my stomach is ignoring all of the nice things she said. The playful, flirty things she did. I can’t stop wondering: what if she changes her mind about me?

My heart won’t stop beating fast and loud. I think about the counting sheep trick, and my depleted little pea brain can’t remember if it’s a wives tale or if it’s actually supposed to help lull you to sleep. I figure it can’t hurt. I start counting, but instead of sheep, I count every time the clock ticks. One. Two. Three. The clock has still been loyally ticking this whole time that my head’s been off doing its Olympic Mental Gymnastics, going for gold, burning so many calories that my brain might get so lean that I’ll only ever be able to think about this crush. A broken record player scratching the same spot forever. Four. Five. Six. After Hurricane Katrina, I went to New Orleans with a group to help clean and rebuild, and one business that I helped repair had a big analog clock hanging on one of its walls. The classic black and white one. Like everything else in what was left of the building, it was broken. Whatever time was displayed on the clock must have been the moment Katrina’s flood waters got so high that it short circuited and stopped. I am certainly not likening my personal anxieties to a massive natural disaster, but I am saying I think my brain has hit its maximum flood level of thoughts, and if it turned off soon I would not be the least bit surprised. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. It’s actually working a little bit. I can only focus on counting, not on crushing, and I feel myself seeping deeper into the bed, begging it to engulf me and kill my brain. At this point, that is a thing I want.

For better or worse, I still have enough gray matter in my broken brain to think of all the permutations of how our date could go. The date that still feels like it’s in an entirely different calendar year from now. Where we might eat. Our feet touching under the table. Wondering if she’ll gently touch my hands again. What we’ll talk about. What’ll happen after dinner. Will one of us suggest going to a nearby bar to talk more? Will we go back to her place? That’s where most of my daydreams lead. Her place. I haven’t been inside her apartment, but she showed me around a bit when we met virtually for work a few months ago - when I wish I’d more overtly tried to forge a connection so things might be further along by now, but how was I to know I’d feel this way? - and I’ve seen other bits and pieces on Instagram. Still, I have no real concept of the layout, but my brain has created its own blueprint. We walk inside and she offers to get me a drink, and I don’t really want another one because I’ve had one at dinner, but I say yes and hoist myself up onto the kitchen counter while she makes it (a cocktail) or pours it (wine). She brings it over and I barely wait for her to hand it to me before I put it down and we start kissing. In another version, I ask to use the bathroom once we get inside and then, when I’m done, I open the door and she’s just waiting outside for me. We start kissing. That one’s a little weird, I guess. In a different permutation, we sit down on the couch to watch a movie. She asks what movie I want to watch, and I say some version of, “It doesn’t matter… I don’t plan on watching for long.” We start kissing. The last one’s sort of a bold one. I’m not always bold in these situations. Sometimes I am, but only if I feel almost certain that the other person feels the same way I do. When we ran into each other at the bar, she made a comment about wanting to kiss 28 people at her 28th birthday party. A friend who saw us interact reminded me that I apparently responded with, “I hope I’m one of them.” At any rate, impatience is clearly a common thread in all three of these scenarios. No matter the route, all the daydreams lead to the same place.

If my parents’ behavior - the hugging and the toilet paper folding and the grocery shopping and the loving - is any indicator, you would think my attachment style is so firmly, unquestionably secure that I should be memorialized in the Museum of Good Mental Health. Give me a ribbon cutting ceremony, give me pomp, give me circumstance. As it turns out, I might just have an anxious attachment style, which is a realization that only occurred to me relatively recently but I’m sure occurred to my friends 6 crushes ago. It hit me out of the blue one morning when I was brushing my teeth, my intrusive thoughts picking a moment to strike when my defenses were down and I was unable to distract myself. And it makes perfect, crystal clear sense. Being closeted for so long, you get accustomed to feeling wrong. Feeling bad. Feeling like your thoughts aren’t right, you’re different, you don’t belong. You’re so wrong so bad so wrong and so bad. For the longest time I didn’t have many people around me who I knew were queer, so my crushes were either on fictional characters or straight girls. And do you know what fictional characters and straight girls don’t have the capacity to do? Like you back. Return your feelings. Living in a cycle of desperately wanting someone who doesn’t have the ability or desire to want you back does something to a person: after a while, it makes you feel unlovable. You internalize it and conclude you’re not worthy of love. There is a problem, and the problem is you. Reciprocity starts to feel like a never-going-to-happen-thing - it’s not situational, it’s global. And it gets reiterated over and over because you get caught in that dynamic, addicted to the pattern. Even though it’s miserable, it’s familiar. With all that said, I also do want to acknowledge that being a human is hard. I would submit that we all feel insecure and, at times, unworthy of love or even being liked. It doesn’t require trauma or any particular type of hardship to have an obsessive crush, a lack of self-confidence, a difficult time navigating feelings. But I do think my early relationship with my queerness is inherently part of the mix for me, personally.

It feels as if my crush is camping out in my brain. This crush, and all of my baggage surrounding this crush, is making my heart beat really fast and really loud. Have I allowed this to go too far? Undoubtedly yes. Should there also be room for some self-empathy? I think also probably yes. Definitely yes. Someone told me that they like me, and it has sent alarm bells throughout my system. Someone has both the capacity to like me and does like me. And because I have a scarcity mindset when it comes to romantic love, my body is trying to hold on so tightly and doesn’t want to let it go. I keep replaying those moments of compliments and touch and feeling good on a dizzying loop because my brain thinks that might be the last time it will happen. A sign of a crush pulling back - a non-response for a few hours, a different tone, a shortness - it all feels like a total dismissal, my worst fears confirmed. It sends me right past Go, Do Not Collect $200, in fact Why Don’t You Go Right To Loveless Jail! My neural pathways have been carved throughout time to expect rejection and disappointment, but I’m trying to free myself from the tired maze of my own myopic thinking. Ultimately I have no idea how this will turn out, and that’s incredibly anxiety inducing. Gaming out all of the things I’m going to say to her, or where we’ll go on our date, or who will make the first move and what that move will be - it all creates an illusion of control. But this isn’t something I can control. It’s a thing to recognize, look in the face, and surrender to. Another person is a thing I really can not control. Uncertainty is an aspect of reality that no one, including me, is ever free from. I can, however, remind myself that this is not the only good thing I will ever experience. There will be more crushes, more reciprocated feelings, more Can I Kiss Yous?, more grazing hands at a bar. If we’re lucky, we’ll all have many spaces, many places, many people to call home.

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maximumbrinly · 2 years

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MAX BRINLY

BASIC INFORMATION:

- Full name: Max Brinly - Nickname(s): None - Age: 19 - Gender: Male - Occupation @ camp: Activities Assistant - Nationality: American - Date of birth: August 23rd - Pronouns: He/Him - Orientation: Straight - Relationship status: In a relationship with Laura Kearney

PYSICAL INFORMATION:

- Face claim: Skyler Gisondo - Height: 5′8″ - Eye color: Green - Hair color + style: brown, short & messy - Dominant hand: Right - Accent + intensity: American, mild intensity - Tattoo(s): None - Scar(s): a couple small ones. - Piercing(s): None - Glasses: None, although he probably needs some

BACKGROUND INFORMATION:

- Hometown: Galena, Illinois. - Current residence: Asheville, North Carolina - Mother: Grace Brinly - Father: Steven Brinly - Ship: Max/Laura - Sibling(s): None - Child(ren): None - Pet(s): None - Adopted?: No

VICE & HABITS:

- Smokes?: weed on occasion, but nothing else - Drinks?: yes, max enjoys a good brew with the bois - Drugs?: no - Violent?: absolutely not, have you met max? - Addictions?: no - Habit(s): probably - Likes: horror movies, mechanics, Laura - Dislikes: bullies, licorice, bears.

#~(intro: max)~

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books-beer-boardgames · 2 years

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Hey! My friend took a position teaching economics at a university about an hour or so west of Asheville. Hoping to get down there in October to see the scenery and drink good beer! Any Asheville and surroundings recs? I love sours and darks.

Wicked Weed, and Green Man Brewing. Wicked Weed has wider distribution now for some of thier IPAs, but their small locals are A+

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pinkcheetahvintage · 2 years

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It's after 12 and I rly still haven't had enough coffee--- and I got sunburn yesterday lolzzz I'll be discussing 90s 👶-t's and vintage linen GAP skirts for your upcoming summertime looks ☀️ Wearing 100% cotton Made in India Steve & Barry's boy's t-shirt and thrifted vintage GAP linen skirt, drinking cold brew coffee after a chaotic trip to Trader Joe's where they have rearranged the whole grocery store causing utter confusion for every middle-aged shopper like myself lolzzz #casual ✌ #gapisback #babytees #90s #90sfashion #gap #linen #steveandbarrys #cotton #madeinindia #eagle #thrifted #vintage #coffee #coldbrew #mom #momaf #workfromhome #ootd #selfie #fashionindustry #fashionover40 #over40 #greyhair #naturalhair #personalshopper #personalcollection #imbored #idontwanttodothedishes #avl (at Asheville, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdduf3aL9sF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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chorusfm · 9 days

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20 Years of Tears Tour

Hawthorne Heights have announced a 20 years of tears tour. Thursday, Armor for Sleep, Saosin, Cartel, Anberlin (and some others) will be on select dates. Tour Dates June 22 Stateline, NV Lake Tahoe Is For Lovers * June 23 Salt Lake City, UT Granary Live June 24 Denver, CO Ogden Theatre June 27 Milwaukee, WI Milwaukee Summerfest June 28 Chicago, IL The Salt Shed June 29 Grand Rapids, MI Intersection Outdoors June 30 Cleveland Heights, OH Cain Park July 1 Detroit, MI The Fillmore July 3 Charleston, SC The Refinery July 6 Clearwater, FL The BayCare Sound July 7 Pompano Beach, FL Pompano Beach Amphitheater July 9 Atlanta, GA The Eastern July 10 Greenville, SC The Foundry July 11 Asheville, NC Salvage Station July 13 Charleston, WV West Virginia Is For Lovers * July 14 Pittsburgh, PA Stage AE July 16 Silver Spring, MD The Fillmore July 17 Wallingford, CT The Dome at Oakdale July 20 Manteo, NC OBX Is For Lovers * July 21 Charlotte, NC The Fillmore July 23 Knoxville, TN The Back Alley at Creekside July 24 Nashville, TN Skydeck July 25 Fort Wayne, IN The Clyde Theatre July 27 Sauget, IL Pop’s Is For Lovers * July 28 Rogers, AR The Walmart Amphitheater August 3 Hot Springs, AR Magic Springs Theme Park August 8 St. Augustine, FL The St. Augustine Amphitheatre August 9 Orlando, FL House of Blues August 10 Pensacola, FL The Handlebar Outdoors August 12 New Orleans, LA The Fillmore August 13 Katy, TX Home Run Dugout August 14 Austin, TX Stubb’s Waller Creek Amphitheater August 16 Kansas City, MO Uptown Theater August 17 Eau Claire, WI Reverb Music Festival August 18 Superior, WI Earth Rider Fest Grounds August 19 Fargo, ND Outdoors at Fargo Brewing August 21 Green Bay, WI Epic Event Center August 22 Cedar Rapids, IA McGrath Amphitheatre August 24 Council Bluffs, IA Iowa Is For Lovers * August 26 Dallas, TX Toyota Music Factory August 27 San Antonio, TX Sunken Garden Theater August 28 Lubbock, TX Lonestar Events Center August 31 Los Angeles, CA California Is For Lovers * September 1 Phoenix, AZ The Van Buren September 2 Albuquerque, NM Revel September 5 Memphis, TN Minglewood Hall September 7 Cincinnati, OH Ohio Is For Lovers * September 8 Pickering, OH Pickering Casino Resort September 10 Bangor, ME Cross Insurance Center September 11 Sayreville, NJ Starland Ballroom September 12 New York, NY Palladium Times Square September 13 Harrisburg, PA XL Live Southside Stage September 14 Wayland, NY FOrX Summer Stage September 15 Worcester, MA The Palladium Tour Dates by Band June 23 to July 10 Hawthorne Heights/I See Stars/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Emery/This Wild Life July 11 Hawthorne Heights/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life July 14, 17-28 Hawthorne Heights/Thursday/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life July 16 Hawthorne Heights/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life August 9-22 Hawthorne Heights/Thursday/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Emery/This Wild Life August 26-28 Hawthorne Heights/Thursday/Anberlin Cartel Emery/This Wild Life September 1-5 Hawthorne Heights/Saosin/Anberlin Cartel Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life September 10-15 Hawthorne Heights/Anberlin/Cartel Stick To Your Guns Emery/This Wild Life --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/20-years-of-tears-tour/

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hannahsheppardsblog · 14 days

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higher in alcohol

characteristics derived from the yeast used to make them

fruity or spicy notes in the aroma and flavour which usually derive from the yeast used to ferment

many belgian beers are around 7% alcohol but some over 10%

the brewers wort ( the sweet bitter liquid) will be consumed by the yeast during fermentation, where alcohol and co2 are released, the more sugar the yeast has, the more alcohol will be in the final product

to have a higher alcohol content in belgian beers, the brewer will add more sugar, which was originally done to help brewers avoid taxation

belgian yeast strains tend to have a higher tolerance to alcohol and produce a lot of flavour compounds during fermentation. belgian beer is ale because the yeast needs warmer conditions.

the yeast in the belgian beers release esters which taste fruity and phenols which taste spicy, which remain in the beer, reminding the drinker of pears, figs, cherries, cloves and pepper

i want to find out what different flavours of belgian beers there are and what combinations might compliment the blues categories well.

Mori, Cliff. “What Makes a Belgian Beer a Belgian Beer?” BREW-Ed Brewery Tours Asheville, NC, 25 Jan. 2022, brew-ed.com/ashevillebeerhistoryblog/what-makes-a-belgian-beer-a-belgian-beer/#:~:text=Belgian%20yeast%20strains%20are%20special. [Accessed 16 Apr. 2024.]

#research #contextual #final major

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rhinokck · 28 days

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Side by side of Hazy IPAs. First up was lo-pitch hazy ipa from Hi-Wire Brewing out of Asheville, NC (can states canned & brewed by 3 Rings Brewing in Asheville). This was pretty good with a nice orangey flavor up front but finished on the bitter side. Next up was Hazer Tag from ODell Brewing out of Fort Collins, CO. This was more of a general citrusy flavor up front but not near as bitter on the finish. Both were pretty good but I definitely preferred the Hazer Tag.

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oldsalempost-blog · 1 month

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The Old Salem Post

Our Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays Contact: [email protected] Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library. Volume 7 Issue 15 Week of March 25, 2024 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: I hope you supported the delicious breakfast fundraiser on Saturday by the Salem Fire and Rescue Department. It was absolutely a treat to enjoy the kind of breakfast many of us were raised on. And, most of us turned out pretty good! Maybe that is what our world is missing: good home cooking and sharing love around the table! LynneRMartin

TOWN of SALEM: * Visit the Downtown Market every Sat, Winter hours 9am-1pm. The Easter Community Egg Hunt is Saturday, March 30th at 10AM at the Town Park. Bring your basket. April 13th at 5PM with be the first Downtown Car Show. The Fire Department will be selling food.

SALEM LIBRARY: Hours Monday 10am-6pm. Tues-Friday 9am-5pm. Closed 12-1 each day for lunch. Self-Defense Class: Wednesday March 27th 4pm-5:30pm at the Salem Community Building. For adults and anyone 10 and older may attend, but must be accompanied by an adult. Registration is required. Class size limited. 944-0912 for more information.

Jottings from Miz Jeannie by Jeannie Barnwell. Four Words to NEVER Say Upon hearing of a sudden death, the four words that you must NEVER say to a friend are: What do you need? These words require that a stunned mourner must be responsible for performing a household inventory when what she really needs to do is to remain NUMB. Years ago, 25 year old son Allan was killed in a traffic accident. These are unsolicited gestures that I will always remember: *a basket of breakfast needs-- muffins, coffee, creamer, cute paper plates & cups * Sue placed a book at the door for visitors to sign * Lola prepared a spiral notebook in the kitchen to record food brought by neighbors * then a shopping bag appeared with necessities of the paper variety. Oh! Wait? Shouldn't we call the neighbors to be sure that there is no duplication? NO! Shouldn't we find out what the bereaved family needs? No! They are not responsible for knowing what they need while planning a funeral, welcoming out of town guests, and coming to grips with the reality that their life will never be the same Do not take time to form a committee. YOU are responsible for immediately tending to this family . I love you Oconee County! Remember that you are a woman/man of the RESURRECTION! Miz Jeannie

ASHTON RECALLS by Ashton Hester MICA MINE WAS PLANNED IN SALEM IN 1944 - (The following story was in the February 10, 1944 Keowee Courier). . .Four or five mica mines will be opened up in Oconee county within a few weeks, a representative of the Colonial Mica corporation of Asheville, N.C. stated yesterday. He did not state where all the mines will be located, but mentioned that one will be in Salem and one will be in the Whetstone area. . .The representative is A.K. Frost, who is staying in Walhalla this week. He said the purpose of his trip here was "to locate mica and to arrange to open up mines". . .Persons who have mica on their property and are interested in selling it should contact Mr. Frost at Hotel Isaquena or Arthur Brown, president of the Walhalla Chamber of Commerce. .

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed–Sat 9am-9pm and Sunday 2pm-7pm. Events this week: Wed: Singer-Songwriter night hosted by Rick Malec at 6:30pm. Food: Blue Ridge Grill. Thursday: Old Time Jam Night at 6:30pm Food: Blue Ridge Grill Fri: Music: Rachel Van Slyke at 6:30pm Food: Fish Fry Friday and more by the Blue Ridge Grill. Sat– Music: Josh & Molly Johnson at 6:30pm Food: Blue Ridge Grill Sun: 2pm-7pm. Happy Easter! More info 864-873-0048 * Proudly serving fresh brewed Pisgah Coffee Roasters

Many People Still do not know and are amazed about this Food Opportunity:

The Clemson Area Food Exchange has been selling produce and table items from the farm in Pickens, Anderson and Oconee counties for the last 15 years. SALEM is on the drop off on Tuesday 4:30pm -6pm, hosted by Sisters Restaurant on the porch, 281Stamp Creek Rd. Order between Friday pm- Monday noon. First two orders complimentary, then $ 20/ year per household. Order on line at Clemsonareafoodexchange.com

LOCAL BUSINESS: PRIORITY ONE GRADING: Septic tanks, Water lines, Land clearing and more. Call 864-903-3458

2024 UPCOMING EVENTS .

April 26th, 7 PM Friday Evening Wellness Event: Reclaiming Our Inalienable Wellness Doors open at 6:30 PM Free event hosted by ENAC featuring speaker Meredith Orlowski, AFMC, INHC. Bring your friends and family along. Gain Energy, Lose Weight, Feel Happy, & Save the World While Doing it!

Mother’s Day Afternoon Tea on Saturday, May 4th from 2 PM-4 PM: Join us for a special afternoon and treat yourself to delicious goodies, hot tea, and a guest speaker! Our youngest guests will enjoy manicures and a craft! $10 per guest. All funds will be donated to support the Eagles Nest Art Center. RSVP and find more information: Kayla or Emma Lusk at 864-903-0681

Oconee Mountain Opry: May 18th at 7PM. Jef Wilson, West End String Band, Mystery guests, comedy and more.

The Eagles Nest Treasure Store is open every Saturday morning 9AM-12PM. We are accepting donations during that time or call 864-557-2462. We still have many beautiful gowns short and long to choose from.

For Information on sponsorships, events, volunteering, donations, or rentals call 864-280-1258 or email us at [email protected]. Check out our website Eaglesnestartcenter.org as future events are added.

Rentals for birthday parties and class reunions. $100 for 4 hours minimum for the commons area

CHURCH NEWS Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA), 580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m. March 31 Message by George Harper, Easter Sunday with Communion. Boones Creek Baptist Church, 264 Boones Creek Road, Salem invites you to join us for regular worship service on Sunday morning with Sunday School at 10am and followed by worship at 11am. Please join us for Easter Sunrise Service Sunday, March 31 at 7AM at the Devil’s Fork State Park at the concessions stand/bathhouse area. After service everyone is invited to breakfast at the church fellowship building.

Salem Methodist Church: 520 Church Street, Salem. 9AM for breakfast, 9:30AM for Sunday School, and 10:30AM for Worship. You may tune in to our live service on Facebook or view it later on our website Maundy Thursday or Holy Thursday will be held this Thursday at 6:30PM and Holy Communion will be observed as we remember the events surrounding the betrayal and crucifixion of our Lord Jesus Christ. Easter Sunrise Service 7AM with breakfast to follow. Please know all are welcomed and invited.

Sharing Good News: Tune in to 96.7 a Good News Christian Radio. The morning speakers share how they have come through struggles and challenges of life. Christians have failures, short comings, problems with relationships, and children. The speakers share how they have grown and overcome trusting in God’s Holy Word and His promises in the Bible.

CONSERVATION Thoughts: “Human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans." "The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth." "Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left." authors unknown

What is a megalopolis? Continuous urban areas where millions of people live.

Find an Easter Service--The Son will Rise

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