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Eva with her proud grandparents
My 13-year-old granddaughter, Eva, has spent the first three weeks of her summer vacation at the famous arts camp in Interlochen, Michigan. She’s really enjoying her high-level introduction to writing poetry, autobiographical reflections, and fiction.
On this blog, I’ve written about Eva and our relationship several times — most revealingly, I think, in a poem I…
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Brooklyn elementary and high school students singing Christmas carols outside the Brooklyn Savings Bank, located at the intersection of Pierrepont and Clinton Streets, December 18, 1954.
Photo: Jules Geller for the Brooklyn Daily Eagle via Brooklyn PL
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honesty and promise me, part 5 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]
Annabeth is making her periodic pilgrimage to the gynecologist when she gets Leo's call. It's very fitting--two uncomfortable and invasive things for the price of one. She answers her phone, ignoring the doctor's chastising frown. Surely she can place her new IUD while Annabeth deals with whatever Leo wants.
"What are you doing on the 18th?" he asks, about the only type of hello she ever gets from Leo.
The two of them never really grew out of pretending not to like each other, after they had gotten over their initial dislike. When he and Piper first got to Miss Minerva's, more or less straight out of juvie after Piper's dad made a lot of calls and called in a lot of favors, she and Leo had really hated each other. They used to fight over everything, from Piper's attention to the position of captain of the Mathletes team. And also, over Leo hating a rich white girl on principle, which, in retrospect, is totally fair. But then, by a weird twist of fate, they wound up in Boston together.
If Annabeth had to choose between hanging out with her creepy, Norse mythology-obsessed uncle and hanging out with Leo, she'd pick Leo every time. They had gone through a lot together, things both big and small.
"Of August?" she asks.
"Please be still, Ms. Chase," says her doctor. Annabeth rolls her eyes.
"Duh."
Wracking her thoughts she can't think of any prior commitments she might have had. Maybe there's a concert that day, but if she can't remember, it probably wasn't that important anyway. "Not much."
"Good, because we have plans."
She frowns. "Piper didn't mention any--"
"No, you and I have plans. I'll see you in Philly, yeah?"
Philadelphia? Ew. "Why Philly?"
"Our Smarter House thing won an award."
"No shit?"
"Eta Industries Award. The gala is on the 18th. You're my plus one."
She sucks in air through her teeth, readjusting her hips as unobtrusively as possible. Eta Industries was… a very big deal. "Isn't that, like, an engineering specific award? Maybe you should accept it by yourself." She'd be better off staying out of the limelight for this one, she thinks, even as some part of her longs once again for recognition.
Something electric whirs in the background, tinny and buzzing. "I'll see you on the 18th, then," says Leo, not having heard a word she said. "Also, you've been summoned to the castle."
"Leo--" she jumps as the gyno touches something she really shouldn't have.
"No arguments, she's expecting you today at two. Adios!" He clicks off.
"Okay, Ms. Chase," says the doctor, a little too chipper for Annabeth's taste. "You should be all set."
Annabeth leaves the doctor's office with her brand new IUD, a handful of medical literature which immediately gets tossed in the trash, and a sinking feeling in her gut as she gets on a train to Brooklyn, headed to Piper's place for another annoying and unnecessary fashion show. It's not that she doesn't enjoy being Piper's model--it's a position she's held since their time at Miss Minerva's, and it's never really a hardship to be told how gorgeous she is--but Piper has a way of just... getting information out of her that she doesn’t always want to share.
Stopping off early, Annabeth gives herself a moment to walk down the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, to settle her nerves and indulge herself a bit. That skyline gets her every time.
Turning down Pierrepont Street, she is once again struck by just how quiet the city can be. Manhattan is loud, rude, in-your-face, almost an entirely different world from the stately, deafeningly silent Brooklyn. For Annabeth, who is incapable of falling asleep without city horns blaring, it wigs her out a little.
She barely has time to ring the doorbell on Piper's dad's place before the girl herself wrenches it open, grabbing Annabeth's hand and yanking her inside. "You're late!" she trills, suffering what Annabeth can only assume is the onset of a caffeine overdose.
"I thought I had until two."
"That was before I had the best idea."
The brownstone is a mess, as per usual, reams of fabric tossed over every available surface, enough dressforms strewn about to make it look like Piper is hosting a party exclusively populated by headless zombies, adorned with a warehouse's worth of half-finished dresses and jackets. Based on the loud fabrics and structured angles, it looks like Piper is in the middle of a Klimt-ian phase of inspiration. Annabeth eyes a bright gold gown with a huge, extended collar, embroidered with silver eyes, the raw edges trailing the floor. "Please tell me this isn't your idea."
"First of all," Piper releases her arm as they enter her kitchen-turned-photo studio, gingerly stepping over a box of assorted beads, "even though it would look amazing on you, that dress is for an actual paying client. Second of all--" she snatches up a dressform from its position behind the camera, setting it down in front of her with a flourish. "This is my idea."
Annabeth was right--Piper is definitely on a Klimt-ian kick.
Pulled straight from her art history classes, the dress looks like a two dimensional painting come to life, a stunning skirt like a column of liquid silver descending onto the black mat, pleats like fluted columns precisely draped over the dressform's hips… and not much else. Annabeth points. “Is that it?”
Piper makes a face. "I have a bodice, promise. Now go take that shit off."
Annabeth looks down at her repurposed The Police shirt, fished out of a thrift store bin some months ago, shirt collar cut and sides resewn to bring the waistline in. "I like this shirt."
"Oh, I like the shirt plenty," she agrees. "But you could stand to wear a nicer pair of jeans."
She does have a point there--her jeans are clinging to life at this point, the knees and hems all but obliterated, strings of fabric valiantly attempting to hold their original shape. "Fine. Be right back."
When she emerges from the bathroom a minute later in just her bra and panties, Piper has laid out another bolt of fabric in that same color, silver with a blue shift beneath the studio lights. Piper, bent over with a strip of measuring tape, looks up at her, then squints. "So who is he?"
Annabeth starts. "Excuse me?"
"The guy you've been seeing."
How... the fuck does Piper always know these things? "I don't know what you're talking about."
She flicks her eyes down to Annabeth's thigh, Annabeth following her gaze to the remnants of the bruise that Percy had left there with his mouth two days ago. Dammit.
Piper tsks, a smile distorting the sound. "Naughty, naughty, Annabeth."
"How do you know it wasn't from a girl?" she asks, petulant.
"Because if it had been a girl, you wouldn't be nearly so defensive."
Shit. "We've been friends way too long," Annabeth grumbles.
"That we have," says Piper. "And out of respect for our friendship, I will refrain from grilling you about him until you are more comfortable sharing."
"So, for a few hours?"
She shrugs. "More or less."
"I suppose you want me to thank you for holding back."
"Don't thank me yet," she grins, wide and toothy. "I've been cooped up here working on my collection for three days, and I am dying to talk to someone."
Annabeth sighs, but obediently raises her arms, making room as Piper crouches down to pin the skirt on her. "Okay, you got me. I'm seeing this guy."
"Seeing or seeing-seeing?"
"Just seeing," she clarifies. "It's pretty casual."
"Can't be that casual if you're telling me about it," Piper points out.
Fuck. This is why she never tells Piper about her hookups. "You're the one who asked."
"Another business bro, I assume?"
"He's--" Piper swats at her as she automatically sucks her stomach in, their long held code for "stay put." "He's a dancer."
She hums, arranging pleats over Annabeth's knees. "Like on Broadway?"
"Ballet."
Piper glances up at her, eyes sparkling. “Un danseur! Ooh la la,” she trills. “What’s his name?”
“I can just leave,” Annabeth says, distinctly not thinking about how Percy will occasionally slip into French whenever he stubs his toe.
“Okay, okay, no more boy talk.” Piper moves in front of her, adjusting the fabric about her waist. “Tell me about the thing you just won with Leo.”
“I had honestly forgotten about it,” she says, lying a little, pulling her arms forward. “You remember his master’s thesis?”
“The shmart kishen thing, right?” Piper asks around the tape measure in her mouth.
Leo, the prodigal boy that he is, had spent his last year of school dedicated to a singular problem faced by people around the world: the sudden, out of control kitchen fire. Using very complicated electronics and engineering that Annabeth does not understand, he devised a handful of mechanisms to sense, contain, and ultimately douse random fires as soon as they popped up. Annabeth came on as his design partner after he had graduated and had gotten some funding to conceptualize an entire safe house.
“Well, it just won an Eta Industries award.”
Her head snaps up, hands freezing in their tracks. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Congrats.”
“Thanks,” she shrugs as Piper gets up to grab some more fabric. “I mean, it was mostly Leo’s doing. I just made sure he didn’t leave any stray pipes around.”
Holding out her arms again, Piper slides them through the sleeves of a heavy, corset-like piece, structured and straight and very forgiving on Annabeth’s lack of curves. “You shouldn’t sell yourself short,” she says. “I’m sure your skills as a guinea pig were very valuable.”
“Are you ever going to let that go?” Annabeth asks, she who has literally burnt pasta while it was submerged in water.
“You’re just lucky my dad was out of town that weekend. Have you decided what you’re going to wear to the awards ceremony?”
She shoots her friend a strange look. “I thought I was wearing this?” she gestures to the unfinished silver gown currently making her feel like an absolute goddess.
Piper makes a face. “What do I look like, the fucking Flash? This isn’t going to be ready for another thirty hours, at least. I’ve got decals to add, Swarovskis to bead, not to mention all the hand-stitching on the neckline because for whatever reason my machine has decided to hate me this week.”
“Okay, well,” says Annabeth, appropriately cowed, “then I guess I’ll wear the black one you gave me.”
“2019 fall/winter?”
Annabeth nods.
“Styling?”
“Luke gave me this really nice scarf for my birthday.”
Throwing her head back, she groans.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“You’re so boring,” she moans, pulling Annabeth’s hair out of the way. “Let me guess, you’re going to pair it with the black shrug and opaque nude tights.”
“Well… yeah, I was.”
“Exactly! Boring.” Coming back around, she pushes Annabeth lightly into the light, before taking her place behind the camera. “You could do so much with that dress and you choose to make it boring. Why not some fishnets? Or a big statement necklace?”
Annabeth waits after a few shutter clicks to answer. “Because I doubt that the people at Eta Industries are going to be big fans of my tattoos.”
“That is a bald-faced lie and you know it,” Piper says. “Your tattoos and piercings are gorgeous and you would look absolutely rocking with them. Knock all the old farts right off their feet. Turn.”
Obediently, Annabeth rotates, letting Piper snap off as many pictures as she likes. “This isn’t a Vogue event, Pipes,” she says, rolling her eyes where her friend can’t see them. “Punk isn’t exactly accepted practice yet.”
“Punk was the Met Gala theme almost a decade ago, babe. It has filtered down from Vogue. It's practically cerulean now. Side.”
Annabeth turns again, keeping her eyes straight. Side-eye would ruin the shot, no matter how much she wants to give it.
“I will never understand why you both refuse to wear halfway decent jeans and then refuse to go guns out in my dresses that demand it. I can almost guarantee you that Leo will show up in those stupid suspenders with grease on his face. And you’ll have to get him to leave his tool belt in the car.”
“Then it’s probably for the best that I have a modicum of professionalism, huh?”
Piper leans out from behind the camera, glaring. “At the very least,” she hedges, “will you let me set you up with some shoes?”
“I don’t know…”
“You are not allowed to wear those horrid Manolo pumps you wear everywhere. And your nude Louboutins won’t look right with the black.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Piper’s grin is evil, and the way she scampers out of the room means she’s got something she’d been trying to force on Annabeth for a long time.
Five minutes later, Annabeth is presented with a set of black strappy sandals, its edges detailed in a gold zipper, with safety pin pull to match. She frowns. “Are you sure? They look kind of… hardcore for something like this.”
“They’re Versace,” Piper says. “I was not lying about punk’s democratization.”
Well. They are pretty cool.
“It’s either this or the McQueen boots. They have studs.”
Annabeth sighs, holding out her hand. Piper squeals, bouncing a little, wrapping her in a brief, but exuberant hug, kissing her cheek with a loud, wet, smack. “You’re the best!”
“I haven’t even done anything.”
“I am saving up favors to cash in. Now,” she releases Annabeth, retreating behind the camera. “If you’ve got some time, can I borrow your head? I’m working on a helmet and all my mannequins are busy.”
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“Hey,” Percy begins. It is so late at night, the dawn is on the edge of breaking, and they are both exhausted from some particularly good sex. Which is saying something, because all their sex is particularly good. “You doing anything on the 18th?”
“Yeah,” She says, distractedly, snuggling down into his bed. The fact that she’s also snuggling into him is just a coincidence.
“Oh.”
“Why?”
“Nothing. Was going to invite you to a thing if you weren’t.” She nods her head against his shoulder and falls asleep in his arms, thinking absolutely nothing about it.
She continues to think nothing of it on the train to Philadelphia on the 18th, half-asleep and listening to Paramore to pass the time, blasting Misery Business on repeat as she changes in her hotel room.
The Eta Industries event is pretty much exactly what she expected: a lot of old rich white people milling about, sipping champagne and verbally circle jerking each other, the insipid strains of classical music spilling out of the ballroom as Annabeth steps up to claim her name tag. “Name?” asks the young, college-aged girl, skimming her printed guest list over the rim of her glasses.
“Annabeth Chase.”
She runs a long fingernail over the assorted collection of name tags, before settling on the correct one, handing it to Annabeth, her star tattoo on the inside of her wrist free and open to anyone who would care to look. “Here you are, Ms. Chase,” she says, smiling. “Have a wonderful night!”
Automatically, Annabeth goes to pin it on Luke’s scarf, before she remembers that something is already occupying that place--Percy’s Acropolis pin. She had taken to keeping it in her pocket these days, something of a good luck charm, and thought that it might… she doesn’t know, maybe send a subconscious signal to Percy that she’s thinking of him. Even though there is, quite literally, no way he could know, she hopes that maybe he can sense it, and that maybe he’s thinking about her, too.
Ugh. She snatches up a flute of champagne from a wandering waiter, eager to get that thought out of her head, making a beeline straight for the refreshments table. It’s there that Leo finds her, not five minutes later, munching on some chocolate covered strawberries.
“And here I thought you might ditch me entirely,” he says, even as he bumps her shoulder. True to form, he is absolutely, 100% dressed in those stupid suspenders, a smudge of grease behind his ear.
“You’ve got a…” Annabeth trails off, motioning behind her own ear.
“Huh? Oh!” He snatches up a napkin, rubbing discreetly. “Thanks.”
She squints. Something about him is distinctly different. “Are you taller?”
Kicking out a foot, he wiggles it, triumphant. “Platform shoes.”
“Seriously?”
“Hey, if they're good enough for Robert Downey Jr., then they’re good enough for me. After all, I am Ir--”
She groans, good-natured, taking another gulp of champagne. “If you quote Marvel in your speech, I’m leaving.”
“Fine by me, Your Highness, they’ll give me the award either way.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Valdez?” The same college girl from before sidles up to them, clipboard clutched in her hand. “They’re about to start.”
He claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Excellent. You coming?”
“I…” She casts her gaze to the makeshift stage they’ve constructed, eyeing the bright “Eta Industries” placard, the sharp angles shiny and alluring, the siren-song of recognition.
This is a big deal. There are photographers in the audience. In the write-ups and reviews, she would be listed as a co-winner of the award, a co-designer of the world’s safest house, a thought so happy she practically starts flying.
“I think I should stay out of the limelight for this one, Leo,” she says, politely. “This is your moment. I don’t want to ruin it.”
He frowns. “You sure?”
Were it not for the fact that people were watching, Annabeth would have leapt up onto that stage without a second thought, snatching up the trophy like she had just won the Oscar, holding it up like the goddamn Olympic torch. “What, you want a white woman stealing your glory?” she says instead, arching a brow.
“You get a pass this one time,” he quips, holding out his hand. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Whatever social grace she has left crumbles. She’s denied it enough--she wants to be up there. “Oh, fine. Since you insist,” she says, following clipboard-girl to the stage.
There’s a quick burst of feedback, then an elderly gentleman at the podium begins speaking into the mic. “Excuse me--sorry about that. Yes, yes, thank you all for coming tonight to the annual Eta Industries awards presentation ceremony. It is always such a pleasure to come together with our hard-working and generous board members and shareholders to honor the best and brightest upcoming talent in engineering.”
Internally, she rolls her eyes. Rich people.
“It is my pleasure, however, to introduce the young man who is the recipient of this year’s Millennium Prize for innovation and safety. One of MIT’s youngest and most decorated graduates, he was a recipient of the Mead Prize for Students, the Friedman Young Engineer Award, and the Collingwood Prize, among several others. His master’s thesis, ‘Towards the Design and Implementation of Autonomous Safety Measures in Commercial Kitchens,’ formed the basis of the project which we recognize tonight, the so-called ‘SmartSafe House,’ reflects the pioneering spirit and outstanding creative vision of not only Eta Industries, but also the field of engineering as a whole. Please join me in congratulating this year’s Millennium Prize recipient, Leo Valdez.”
From the sidelines, she claps enthusiastically with the rest of the crowd as her friend takes the stage, shakes hands with the Vice President of Eta Industries, and accepts the award, a blue, blocky triangle which almost seems to glow in the light of the ballroom. “Thank you, Mr. Helms. This is--this is a really big honor.”
She can see him shaking a bit, taking a quick drink from his water glass. Public speaking was never really his strong suit.
“As--as a lot of you probably know, this project is very near and dear to my heart. Growing up in Houston with my mother, a car mechanic, I was eight years old when her beloved shop went up in flames, like that.” He snaps his fingers, his other hand pressed to the podium where no one can see, joints white with pressure. Annabeth is proud of him--he hasn’t been able to speak this candidly about it in years. She knows firsthand how much his mother’s near-death haunts him still. “Thankfully, we were able to rebuild, and my mother went on to bigger and better things--including a shop with cleaner vents. But I can definitely pinpoint that moment as the day I knew I wanted to make the world a safer place, for my mom, if not for everyone else.”
She remembers, so clearly, that snowy night in the dorms at Miss Minerva’s. The power had gone out, and Leo had made them an illicit campfire out of their trash bin and Annabeth’s failed English exam. Cold and miserable and with dying phones, they passed the time instead telling scary stories and funny memories, until the conversation had gotten suddenly, intensely real.
“But I would be remiss,” he goes on, cheerful, “if I didn’t acknowledge my friend and collaborator, without whose work I wouldn’t be here today: Annabeth Chase,” he waves to his side, indicating her. The whole crowd, as one, turns their gazes on her. She straightens up, imperceptibly, hoping she doesn’t look too haughty or anything. “I’ve never been very good with people. My mama says I’m just like my dad that way. Give me a car, or a computer, or pages of multiplication tables, and I’m golden. But people?” He blows out a breath, and the crowd chuckles, naturally. “Now, if it had been left up to me, the SmartSafe House would have been a top of the line, cutting-edge metal box, efficient to a fault, but completely unlivable. Thank God I had Annabeth on my team to remind me what the project was really about: a home that families could feel safe in, so that what happened to me and my mom might never happen to anyone else.” He hoists his award above his head, leaning into the mic. “Ma, este es para ti. Thank you all.”
Stepping down from the stage, they reenter the crowd, ready to receive adoration. In another life, she might have been embarrassed by such praise. Here and now, however, she takes each handshake and word of congratulations like a starving man in a desert who just came across an oasis, hungry and greedy.
Hey, it’s her night, too.
After what feels like a whole-ass sixty minutes of shaking old people's hands and polite nodding, though, she is in desperate need of a break. Escaping the throng of mingling bodies, she darts into a dark corner of the ballroom, leaning against the back of a rounded stone column, just barely out of sight of the party.
Rubbing her hands over her face, she sighs, just short of a scream. Blowing out all her air, she lets the faint music and fake laughs melt into each other, becoming white noise, a blank canvas, empty of concrete thoughts and feelings.
Then, her ear picks up a strand of conversation.
“...announcing tomorrow that the CEO of Pallas Inc. is choosing a successor,” a woman says, the sneer in her voice almost visible. “About time.”
“I thought she already picked a successor,” says the woman’s conversation partner, a man with the kind of cookie-cutter cadence that she heard every time she took a business major to bed. “Pallas is a family business, isn’t it?”
“You haven’t heard?” Annabeth can almost picture it, the furtive glance around the room, the woman placing her hand on her partner’s arm, leaning in to share a juicy secret. “Supposedly she was grooming her daughter for the role, before she went in for rehab.”
“Rehab? Really?”
“What else could it be?” says the woman. “She’s disappeared off the face of the earth, and her mother refuses to talk about her. Let’s be honest, if she were dead, she would have raised a bigger stink about it.”
Annabeth closes her eyes, sucking air in through her teeth. That… wasn’t totally untrue.
But the woman doesn’t stop. “It’s always the same story,” she scoffs. “You throw countless hours of schooling and millions of dollars into girls like her, and what do they do? Turn around and blow it all on drugs and partying. Honestly, she should be grateful her mother is even bothering with her rehab at all. Hasn’t she wasted enough of the family’s money already?”
Blood roars in her ears, drowning out the fancy party. Sharp points dig into her palm, pinpricks of pain, before she realizes that they’re her own fingernails.
The lady has got it all wrong. Her mom couldn’t even be bothered with that.
Luke’s scarf, the shrug, it’s choking her, suffocating and constricting. Percy’s pin feels heavy on her chest.
Blinders on, she would have sprinted for the exit were it not for the Piper’s stupid Versace heels, reduced instead to a teetering, tottering wreck, like a baby colt running from a predator. The night is hot and humid, heavy with the threat of rain, and Annabeth can barely breathe, dark spots in her eyes, until she ducks into a nearby Target, the frigid blast of air a welcome distraction.
Almost in a daze, she watches herself pick up a few things--clippers, an electric razor, beef jerky, a blue Gatorade she considers for a moment before putting it back, choosing a lemonade instead--practically throwing them at the poor cashier who begins checking her out, mechanically. He doesn’t spare her a single glance for her odd assortment of items. He doesn’t even look at her at all.
The walk to her hotel room disappears in the blink of an eye. Blink--she breezes past the check-in counter, slipping into the empty elevator. Blink--she kicks off her heels in her room, nearly hitting the wall mirror, leaving a scuff mark on the white plaster. Blink--she’s down to her underwear and tights in the bathroom, shaving the right side of her curls clean off. She’d gotten them professionally done for the night, perfect spirals held together by expensive products. And now she wants them gone.
She pauses and breathes too hard, looking at herself in the mirror. Her mother didn’t like that she was blonde. Maybe because of dumb blonde stereotypes, maybe just because it reminded Athena too much of her failed romance with Annabeth’s dad. And that thought stays her hand from getting rid of the rest of them.
That, and maybe the idea of Percy, of some broke dancer, tangling his fingers in it as they lie together.
Fuck her mother, and the fucking stories she tells.
She likes it. She likes her blonde hair and her fresh undercut.
She can get Thalia to touch this up later, maybe. Now, though, she needs this.
It doesn’t look perfect. The left side of hair is too long, her gold laurel earrings too fancy for a homegrown haircut like this, her makeup too pristine. Shoving her hand under the running water, she rubs at her eyes, mascara and eyeliner smearing until they’ve reached something much more respectable for the failure that she really is.
She misses her industrial. And her eyebrow rings. And the tongue piercing. But this will have to do for now.
Breathing heavily, eyes hot, she doesn’t register her phone blinking, signaling an unread text message.
It’s from Thalia. surprised you weren’t at kelp heads bday party, it reads. was pretty boring. Kno he missed you
#backstory backstory backstoryyyyyyy#my fic#percabeth#pjo#the rivalry ends here#darkmagyk#perseannabeth#ballet au
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Hey I'm going to New York, Brooklyn specifically, for a couple weeks and I was wondering about any places from this era you would advise I go cos I love everything you post and find it all super interesting
Hey! That sounds so cool, I’m so jealous :DHmm, well at a basic level, based on the vague info given between the comics, supplementary literature, and films, the three most likely places that Steve will have lived are Red Hook, Brooklyn Heights, and DUMBO. Personally I’m partial the placing him in Brooklyn Heights, though realistically Red Hook and DUMBO are more likely based on economic and class indicators alone.I focus most of my research on Brooklyn Heights (again, personal preference more than anything, it’s hard to make purely logical historically accurate conclusions based on fictional information xD). So I guess I would point you at the area within Brooklyn Bridge, Clark Street, the waterfront, and Cadman Plaza Park. While a lot of the old building are gone, if you look past signs, you can still see the old buildings and even old facades, you just have to keep and eye open for signs of old Brooklyn.Some key landmarks that might interest you just based on things I’ve covered here are:
Former Frederick Loeser & Co Department Store - 484 Fulton Street
Former Abraham & Straus Department Store - 422 Fulton Street
Brooklyn Navy Yard - Info: 1, 2, 3
Brooklyn Automats - 20 Willoughby and 551 Fulton (MAP!)
Old Brooklyn Fire Headquarters - 365-367 Jay Street, near Willoughby Street
Old Brooklyn Daily Eagle Building - 28 Old Fulton Street (The nice one was torn down sadly)
There is also a statue of Cap!Steve in Brooklyn, a friends of mine from this blog actually visited it quite recently. I think right now it is located at Industry City down past Red Hook.
A while ago I put THIS GOOGLE MAP together with the locations of old amenities like schools etc. Just in case you’re curious.
Here are also some cool museums that are along the blogs lines of interest:
New York Transit Museum - 99 Schermerhorn St, Brooklyn
Brooklyn Museum - 200 Eastern Pkwy, Brooklyn
Tenement Museum - 103 Orchard St, New York
Brooklyn Historical Society - Brooklyn: 128 Pierrepont St, Brooklyn - DUMBO: 55 Water St, Brooklyn
That’s about all I can list right now. I’ve never actually been to NYC myself, so most of what I know I’ve learnt through researching for this blog. Definitely let me know how is goes and send lots of photos, I want to live vicariously through you!!!
Hmm, I might write this all up and do a full post on Steve Based Tourism in Brooklyn xD I know dumb fandom tourism is my favourite activity when travelling…I may have spent and entire day and a half just visiting Sherlock related locations around London…it may have been amazing.
In the meantime, I’ve started with this handy-dandy Google Map marking all the locations I mentions plus some more :)
@cesperanza commented with some great info!“FWIW, Red Hook isn’t like what it would be in Steve’s day; they built enormous housing projects but now also a bunch of big boxes like a Whole Foods and an Ikea. Downtown Bklyn will give you much more of the right scale of the streets, and the Tenement museum will give you the right scale of working class housing.“You’re a true gem, brilliant writer and Brooklyn knowledge to boot!
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Warren Berlinger, Film and Television Character Actor, Dies at 83
Warren Berlinger, whose career as a character actor spanned more than six decades and featured myriad roles in film and television dramas and comedies, died on Wednesday at the Henry Mayo Newhall Hospital in Santa Clarita, Calif. He was 83.
Mr. Berlinger’s daughter Elizabeth Berlinger Tarantini said the cause was cancer.
On television in the 1960s, ’70s and ’80s, his roles included appearances on “Operation Petticoat,” “Too Close for Comfort” and “Murder, She Wrote.” He also appeared on “Friends,” “Columbo” and “Charlie’s Angels.”
Mr. Berlinger appeared in several episodes of the sitcom “Happy Days” in the 1970s and ’80s, in roles including Dr. Logan, Mr. Vanburen and Army Sgt. Betchler. His most recent television credit was from 2016 on “Grace and Frankie.”
In film, Mr. Berlinger, acted in “I Will … I Will … For Now” (1976) with Diane Keaton, “The Cannonball Run” (1981) and “The World According to Garp” (1982).
Mr. Berlinger was born in Brooklyn on Aug. 31, 1937, to Elias and Frieda Berlinger. His father owned a glass store in Brooklyn, and his mother was a homemaker. Before his acting career took off, he took some classes at Columbia University.
He met the actress Betty Lou Keim when they were child actors in an industrial film that showed how globes were made. He yanked her pigtail braids, Mr. Berlinger’s granddaughter Katie Tarantini said on Saturday.
They were in the 1956 film “Teenage Rebel,” his first film, which was adapted from the play “A Roomful of Roses,” in which they had also appeared.
Mr. Berlinger married Ms. Keim in 1960; she died in 2010. Besides his daughter Elizabeth, Mr. Berlinger is survived by another daughter, Lisa Wooding; two sons, David and Edward; eight grandchildren, and a great-grandson.
Of all the characters Mr. Berlinger played, his favorite was J. Pierrepont Finch in the musical “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.” He played the character for two years as part of the 1963 cast in London.
As part of a project in her senior year of high school, Ms. Tarantini described why she believed Finch was her grandfather’s favorite role: As a struggling actor working hard to succeed, Mr. Berlinger saw himself in the show’s character, who was a young window washer looking to move up the corporate ladder.
At a dinner at a hotel in London one night after the show, the orchestra at the restaurant struck up a song from the show, “I Believe in You,” Mr. Berlinger told an interviewer in November 2019.
“We were the talk of the town,” he said. “I get chills even talking about it.”
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Roof Fall Fatalities Underscore Need for Following Safety Protocols
The importance of following proper roof safety protocols can not be underscored enough, as shown by this roundup of recent fatalities caused by roof fall accidents. On Friday, April 19 in Rochester, Minn., a 58-year-old maintenance technician fell to his death after he tripped near the edge of the roof of the four-story Brentwood Inn & Suites while he was changing the air filters. The Post Bulletin reports the incident was caught on surveillance video. The man had worked in the maintenance department at the hotel for 15 years. Minnesota’s Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) is investigating the death. On Wednesday, April 10 in Brooklyn, N.Y., a 23-year-old construction worker placing bricks under the water tower of a 13-story building at One Pierrepont Street in Brooklyn Heights fell to his death. It was his first week on the job, according to NBC 4 New York. OSHA regulations related to roof safety include requirements to provide fall protection, and how to properly use ladders, scaffolding, and lifts among other safety guidelines. Falls accounted for 3,500 fatalities in the construction industry between 2003 and 2013, with falls from roofs accounting for 1/3 of the total, according to OSHA. Falling through the roof is just as hazardous as falling off of it. On Tuesday, April 2, a 40-year-old roofing contractor fell through a weak spot in the roof of Waggener Traditional High School near Louisville, Ky. He died later on in the day from injuries sustained in the 12-foot fall to the gym floor, according to Wave 3 News. A day later, on April 3 in Bay County, Fla., a 43-year-old roofing contractor fell 30 feet to his death when he stepped on a skylight at Eastern Shipbuilding’s Allanton Facility while carrying sheet metal, according to MyPanhandle.com. The worker was repairing damage caused by Hurricane Michael.
Naomi Millán is senior editor of Building Operating Management.
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List of Powerful women who do Inspire others.
MARILLYN HEWSON
Chairman, President, and CEO, Lockheed Martin, 64
Hewson has become the top purveyor of U.S. defense at a time when geopolitical threats (and the government funding that goes along with them) abound—not just on earth, but also in space and cyberspace. As head of the country’s largest government contractor, Hewson rises to No. 1 this year, having positioned Lockheed Martin in the sweet spot to cater to the modern military’s needs—from its humming F-35 fighter jet program to its ability to equip the White House’s proposed “Space Force.” Lockheed is also leading the charge to develop hypersonic weapons, which travel five times as fast as the speed of sound. Such new tech has become a U.S. national security priority given advances in Russia and China, helping Lockheed win about $1 billion in contracts so far in 2018. That’s been a tailwind for the stock, with returns up 15% year over year, boosting Lockheed’s market value to nearly $100 billion.
GINNI ROMETTY
Chairman, President, and CEO, IBM, 61
Virginia Marie "Ginni" Rometty (born July 29, 1957) is an American business executive. She is the current chair, president, and CEO of IBM, and the first woman to head the company. Prior to becoming president and CEO in January 2012, she first joined IBM as a systems engineer in 1981 and subsequently headed global sales, marketing, and strategy. While general manager of IBM's global services division, in 2002 she helped negotiate IBM's purchase of PricewaterhouseCoopers IT consulting business, becoming known for her work integrating the two companies. Since becoming CEO, she has focused IBM on analytics, cloud computing, and cognitive computing systems.
After five years of shrinking sales, IBM finally turned the corner in 2018, reporting modest revenue growth in January. Since then, Big Blue has posted a bump in sales each period, much of it coming from the old-school mainframe computing business. It’s a good sign for Rometty, but Wall Street is looking for clearer signals that IBM’s newer businesses, like its cloud-computing and data-crunching units, will lift the company for years to come. IBM’s stock is relatively flat over the past year, vs. a 16% rise for the S&P 500 index.
ABIGAIL JOHNSON
Chairman and CEO
Abigail Pierrepont Johnson (born December 19, 1961) is an American billionaire businesswoman. Since 2014, Johnson has been president and chief executive officer of American investment firm Fidelity Investments (FMR) and chairman of its international sister company Fidelity International (FIL). Fidelity was founded by her grandfather Edward C. Johnson II. Her father Edward C. "Ned" Johnson III remains chairman emeritus of FMR.
In November 2016, Johnson was named chairman and will remain CEO and president, giving her full control of Fidelity with 45,000 employees worldwide. Johnson's wealth is approximately $16.6 billion, making her one of the world's wealthiest women.
MEERA KAUL
Entrepreneur & women in Tech
Meera Kaul has almost 26+ years of Global Executive Management Experience in implementation of ventures and leading companies of sizes 10 - 3000+ employees across multiple global geographical locations. She has a deep understanding of international business models, economies, and legal frameworks across jurisdictions. Her strength is On- ground global operational experience in customer acquisition, contract negotiation, and revenue scaling. She has substantial Global Board Experience with the understanding of jurisdictional legal impediments and regulations that define cross border transactions because of her entrepreneurial experience across 4 continents.
She has worked with customers that include big organizations like the United Nations,Governments of several countries, International Sports Authorities, Broadcasters, Financial Institutions, and many global conglomerates. As an Investor, her network has included not only her global network of high net worth individuals, partners, and business associates, who she has worked with over her career but also a substantial part of the Angel and Venture community in Silicon Valley and beyond.
Meera Kaul is an accomplished technology geek, speaks across the world on topics of technology inclusion, gender equality and enterprise technology. She has led plenary sessions bringing governments together on the advancement of technology ideas and reform for women empowerment. The National Association of Professional Women (NAPW) recognized Meera as VIP woman of the year 2015 for leadership in technology. Diversity Journal has also named Meera as a Woman Worth Watching in their 2016 honoree list. She is a social icon very popular on Facebook, Twitter and also considers as a successful blogger. She is ghostwriter, writing for famous online magazine Forbes and Entrepreneur.
SAFRA CATZ
Co-CEO, Oracle, 56
Safra A. Catz (born December 1, 1961) is an Israeli-born American business executive. She has been an executive at Oracle Corporation since April 1999, and a board member since 2001. In April 2011, she was named co-President and Chief Financial Officer (CFO), reporting to founder Larry Ellison. On September 18, 2014, Oracle announced that Larry Ellison would step down as CEO and that Mark Hurd and Catz had been named as the new Chief Executives.
Catz has turned cloud into a critical part of the Oracle machine, with the business now making up a growing chunk of the company’s nearly $40 billion in revenue. But despite big deals with the likes of AT&T, Oracle was late to the cloud game and is still struggling to play catch-up with rivals Microsoft, Amazon, and Google—and the share price has suffered as a result. Meanwhile, Catz, who first entered Oracle’s C-suite in 2005 as CFO, has upped her public profile, joining the board of Disney in February.
GAIL BOUDREAUX
President and CEO, Anthem, 58
Boudreaux was named CEO of Anthem in 2017. She was previously CEO of UnitedHealthcare, the largest division within UnitedHealth Group.
Since then the nation's second-largest health insurer has completed acquisitions of America's 1st Choice, HealthSun and Aspire Health.
Under Boudreaux's watch, the company is on track to launch its own Pharmacy Benefits manager in 2020.
Health care industry vet Boudreaux makes her return to the list at the helm of Anthem. In the position for less than a year, she’s already put the $90-billion-in-revenue insurer on the right trajectory, with the stock up 45% year over year. Since coming on board, Boudreaux has completed acquisitions of America’s 1st Choice, HealthSun, and Aspire Health. Previously, Boudreaux was CEO of UnitedHealthcare, the largest division within UnitedHealth Group—before leaving in 2014.
SHERYL SANBERG
COO, Facebook, 49
Sheryl Kara Sandberg (born August 28, 1969) is an American technology executive, activist, author, and billionaire. She is the chief operating officer (COO) of Facebook and founder of Leanin.org. In June 2012, she was elected to Facebook's board of directors by the existing board members, becoming the first woman to serve on its board. Before she joined Facebook as its COO, Sandberg was vice president of global online sales and operations at Google and was involved in launching Google's philanthropic arm Google.org. Before Google, Sandberg served as chief of staff for United States Secretary of the Treasury Lawrence Summers.
It’s been a trying year for Facebook and perhaps one of the most challenging in the career of its COO. The social networking giant has been at the center of a seemingly never-ending stream of controversies, leading to a day of congressional grilling for Sandberg, who is now tasked with preventing more data privacy blunders and repairing Facebook’s reputation. The bright side: Facebook’s core online ad business continues to boom, and hot properties like Instagram could make up for its tepid user growth.
RUTH PORAT
SVP and CFO, Google, Alphabet, 60
Ruth Porat (born 1957) is an English-born American financial executive, who currently serves as chief financial officer (CFO) of Alphabet Inc. as well as its subsidiary Google. Porat was CFO and executive vice president of Morgan Stanley from January 2010 to May 2015.
In 2018, Porat was listed as the 21st most powerful woman in the world by Forbes.
Alphabet’s stock has jumped 25% over the past year as Wall Street continues to admire Porat’s streamlining of the company’s enormous business. The CFO has told analysts that Alphabet’s investment in data center infrastructure and machine-learning tech will continue to fuel its surging online ad business, music to the ears of profit-focused investors. Porat has also emphasized the importance of Google’s growing cloud-computing business, which posted $1 billion in quarterly sales for the first time this year.
SUSAN WOJCICKI
CEO, YouTube, Google, 50
Susan Diane Wojcicki (born July 5, 1968) is a Polish-American technology executive. She has been the CEO of YouTube since February 2014. Wojcicki was involved in the founding of Google and became Google's first marketing manager in 1999. She was in charge of Google's original video service, and after observing the success of YouTube, proposed the acquisition of YouTube by Google in 2006.
Wojcicki has an estimated net worth of nearly $500 million.
YouTube continues to boom under Wojcicki, who reports directly to Google CEO Sundar Pichai. The online video service now counts 1.9 billion monthly users—a growing number from the coveted young-adult market—and each day people watch over a billion hours of video. And while You-Tube has been plagued by fake news and other controversies on its platform, it has (so far) managed to weather the storm better than rivals like Facebook. Analysts estimate that YouTube could make up to $20 billion this year.
ANGELA AHRENDTS
SVP of Retail and Online Stores, Apple, 58
Angela Jean Ahrendts, DBE (born June 7, 1960) is an American businesswoman and was the senior vice president of retail at Apple Inc. She was the CEO of Burberry from 2006 to 2014. Ahrendts left Burberry to join Apple in 2014. Ahrendts was ranked 25th in Forbes' 2015 list of the most powerful women in the world, 9th most powerful woman in the U.K. in the BBC Radio 4 Woman’s Hour 100 Power List, and 29th in Fortune’s 2014 list of the world's most powerful women in business. She was also a member of the UK's Prime Minister's business advisory council until it was disbanded in 2016.
Apple’s highest-ranking female exec continues the consumer tech giant’s epic quest to convert its brick-and-mortar stores into destinations. Ahrendts, who joined the board of Ralph Lauren this year, leads about 67,000 people, and her retail business, while not Apple’s fastest-growing, remains huge: eMarketer estimates that combined in-store and online sales are about $74.3 billion. Ahrendts has also been instrumental in expanding Apple’s reach in China, which now counts more than 40 stores.
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Our granddaughter, Eva, has just been elected Ms. President of our town, Westport, CT). We couldn’t be prouder.
In my declining years, I’m leading a charmed life. Here Peggy and I are living in Westport, CT, just down the street from our daughter, Maggie, her husband, Kerry, and five of our grandchildren.
Here’s a picture of our house where we moved just three years ago:
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The Brooklyn Museum’s predecessor, the Brooklyn Institute of Arts and Sciences, opened its doors in 1897 in the Beaux-Arts building the museum still occupies today. Unlike the Museum’s current plan, American art did not have its own galleries; American paintings and sculpture were grouped together with works by European artists (see photo). With only a small permanent American collection at the time, the curator of Brooklyn’s Fine Art department worked with wealthy local collectors to organize loan exhibitions showcasing important works by American and European artists. Although American works were outnumbered by European examples, the American selections nevertheless represented a broad spectrum of periods and styles, such as early American portraiture, notably represented by the Pierrepont family’s George Washington by Gilbert Stuart; early nineteenth-century genre paintings including works by William Sidney Mount and John Quidor; a handful of Hudson River School landscapes by Louis Remy Mignot and Francis A. Silva; and numerous late nineteenth-century figure paintings and landscapes by George Inness, Ralph Blakelock, and Daniel Ridgeway Knight (see Knight’s The Shepherdess of Rolleboise in the back of the photo, still in the collection today.)
For both the 1897 and 1898 loan exhibitions, the installation was divided into two sections, on two different floors: European and Contemporary American paintings were arranged in today’s fifth-floor galleries, apart from the colonial and early American portraits, portraits of former Brooklyn Institute worthies and what were described rather dismissively as American “landscapes of great historic value,” which were installed in galleries on the third floor. This segregation demonstrated an inclination to distinguish works of current aesthetic interest from those considered at the time to be of merely antiquarian value. Before permanent collections were formed, these loans shows (which took place at other cultural institutions in the city as well) were a crucial means of bringing art to large audiences.
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Darren Criss singing I Dream a Dream from Les Miserables.
Darren Criss as Blaine in Glee
Darren Criss in How to Succeed Without Really Trying on Broadway
Darren Criss in Hedwig and the Angry Inch
singing and dancing in Brotherhood of Man in How to Success
in Hedwig, minus drag
Darren Criss in Hedwig and the Angry Inch on Broadway
The cast of American Buffalo, Laurence Fishburne, Sam Rockwell and Darren Criss, scheduled to open on Broadway when Broadway reopens.
Darren Criss has performed in only two Broadway musicals, one as a replacement for three weeks; he was about to co-star in the revival of a David Mamet play opening this month on Broadway…before Broadway shut down. But if his Broadway credits are brief, he’s been performing professionally on stage from the age of 10, and writing and composing theater songs for the public since he was an undergraduate theater major. Here he is singing “Goin’ Back To Hogwarts” from A Very Potter Musical
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And then there’s Glee from 2010 to 2015, followed by Elsie Fest, which began annually in 2015
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How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, 2011 revival
Criss made his Broadway debut assuming the role of J. Pierrepont Finch from Daniel Radcliffe for three weeks in January, 2012. The video is most exciting with “Brotherhood of Man” starting at around 7:50, with Beau Bridges and company.
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replacement cast as Hedwig 2015
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from West Side Story:
— Something’s Coming
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— One Hand, One Heart
on Glee with Lea Michele
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from Grease: Beauty School Dropout
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from Follies: Broadway Baby
on Glee, with Lea Michele
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from Grease: Hopelessly Devoted to You
at Elsie Fest
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From Beautiful The Carole King Musical: One Fine Day
(ok, slightly cheating, since the song didn’t originate on Broadway)
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from Les Miserables: To Dream A Dream
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from Aladdin: Proud of Your Boy
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from Company:
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at Broadway Backwards, 2019
performing with Ward Billeisen and Michael James Scott
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–Being Alive, at Rosie O’Donnell Show in quarantine, 2020
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D is for Darren Criss: Watch him sing Broadway Darren Criss has performed in only two Broadway musicals, one as a replacement for three weeks; he was about to co-star in the revival of a David Mamet play opening this month on Broadway...before Broadway shut down.
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by Julia Pierrepont III, Gao Shan. LOS ANGELES, Jan. 23 (Xinhua) -- "Listen to the shape of the piece, don't play it note by note," a piano master told her eager, ...
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can someone do my essay jonothan edwards Jonathan Edwards, American theologian
At Stoddard’s death in 1729, Edwards became sole occupant of the Northampton pulpit, the most important in Massachusetts outside of Boston. Jonathan Edwards. Jonathan Edwards , (born Oct. East Windsor, Conn. U.S.]—died March 22, 1758, Princeton, N.J.), greatest theologian and philosopher of British American Puritanism, stimulator of the religious revival known as the “ Great Awakening,” and one of the forerunners of the age of Protestant missionary expansion in the 19th century. Early life and ministry. Edwards’ father, Timothy, was pastor of the church at East Windsor, Conn.; his mother, Esther, was a daughter of Solomon Stoddard, pastor of the church at Northampton, Mass. Jonathan was the fifth child and only son among 11 children; he grew up in an atmosphere of Puritan piety, affection, and learning. After a rigorous schooling at home, he entered Yale College in New Haven, Conn., at the age of 13. He was graduated in 1720 but remained at New Haven for two years, studying divinity. After a brief New York pastorate (1722–23), he received the M.A. Yale. In 1727 he became his grandfather’s colleague at Northampton. In the same year, he married Sarah Pierrepont, who combined a deep, often ecstatic, piety with personal winsomeness and practical good sense. To them were born 11 children. The manuscripts that survive from his student days exhibit Edwards’ remarkable powers of observation and analysis (especially displayed in “ Of Insects”), the fascination that the English scientist Isaac Newton’s optical theories held for him (“ Of the Rainbow”), and his ambition to publish scientific and philosophical works in confutation of materialism and atheism (“ Natural Philosophy”). Throughout his life he habitually studied with pen in hand, recording his thoughts in numerous hand-sewn notebooks; one of these, his “Catalogue” of books, demonstrates the wide variety of his interests. Edwards did not accept his theological inheritance passively. In his “ Personal Narrative” he confesses that, from his childhood on, his mind “had been full of objections” against the doctrine of predestination— i.e., that God sovereignly chooses some to salvation but rejects others to everlasting torment; “it used to appear like a horrible doctrine to me.” Though he gradually worked through his intellectual objections, it was only with his conversion (early in 1721) that he came to a “delightful conviction” of divine sovereignty, to a “new sense” of God’s glory revealed in Scripture and in nature....
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Ada Lovelace | Morris Minors | Halal school meals | ‘Gordon Bennett’ | Guardian masthead | Angry seabirds
Behind Theresa May and her cabinet in your photo (Cabinet crisis, 10 July) is a big painting of Countess Ada Lovelace, mathematical genius and probable inventor of the computer. Good to see Lovelace hung in the Cabinet Office and a sign that she is at last being given the recognition that she and other hitherto forgotten women of science deserve.
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• We bought our Morris Minor (Letters, 14 July) in 1970 when we lived in London. It had been repainted in silver Hammerite and then left out in the rain, resulting in what could only be described as an interesting paint finish. It was affectionately known as The Silver Blister.
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Roof Fall Fatalities Underscore Need for Following Safety Protocols
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The importance of following proper roof safety protocols can not be underscored enough, as shown by this roundup of recent fatalities caused by roof fall accidents. On Friday, April 19 in Rochester, Minn., a 58-year-old maintenance technician fell to his death after he tripped near the edge of the roof of the four-story Brentwood Inn & Suites while he was changing the air filters. The Post Bulletin reports the incident was caught on surveillance video. The man had worked in the maintenance department at the hotel for 15 years. Minnesota’s Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) is investigating the death. On Wednesday, April 10 in Brooklyn, N.Y., a 23-year-old construction worker placing bricks under the water tower of a 13-story building at One Pierrepont Street in Brooklyn Heights fell to his death. It was his first week on the job, according to NBC 4 New York. OSHA regulations related to roof safety include requirements to provide fall protection, and how to properly use ladders, scaffolding, and lifts among other safety guidelines. Falls accounted for 3,500 fatalities in the construction industry between 2003 and 2013, with falls from roofs accounting for 1/3 of the total, according to OSHA. Falling through the roof is just as hazardous as falling off of it. On Tuesday, April 2, a 40-year-old roofing contractor fell through a weak spot in the roof of Waggener Traditional High School near Louisville, Ky. He died later on in the day from injuries sustained in the 12-foot fall to the gym floor, according to Wave 3 News. A day later, on April 3 in Bay County, Fla., a 43-year-old roofing contractor fell 30 feet to his death when he stepped on a skylight at Eastern Shipbuilding’s Allanton Facility while carrying sheet metal, according to MyPanhandle.com. The worker was repairing damage caused by Hurricane Michael.
Naomi Millán is senior editor of Building Operating Management.
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We’ve got the Guardian masthead blues and we’re overjoyed | Letters
Ada Lovelace | Morris Minors | Halal school meals | ‘Gordon Bennett’ | Guardian masthead | Angry seabirds
Behind Theresa May and her cabinet in your photo (Cabinet crisis, 10 July) is a big painting of Countess Ada Lovelace, mathematical genius and probable inventor of the computer. Good to see Lovelace hung in the Cabinet Office and a sign that she is at last being given the recognition that she and other hitherto forgotten women of science deserve.
Deborah van der Beek
Lacock, Wiltshire
• We bought our Morris Minor (Letters, 14 July) in 1970 when we lived in London. It had been repainted in silver Hammerite and then left out in the rain, resulting in what could only be described as an interesting paint finish. It was affectionately known as The Silver Blister.
Alun and Clare Owen
Holme Pierrepont, Nottinghamshire
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