Friday, September 23, 2016

You Don't Get To Live Here


By Fred Owens
You Don't Get To Live Here
I have heard lamentations from young people that the rent on the West Coast is sky high. They are priced out of Seattle, Portland, the Bay area, and any housing in LA near the beach. You know what that means? You don't get to live here.
Call me when you have a real problem. If you have a toothache and need a ride to the dentist, I'm you're man. If you lost your job and need another one, maybe I can help. If you have a sick child needing medical attention, that is a serious problem that trumps any difficulty of mine. Those are real problems.
But if you want to live in this cool urban environment and you can't afford it, that's not a priority for me. Look for neighborhoods that aren't cool. The rent is often cheaper in those places. Think Nebraska. Go there and make it cool.
I talked with a friend in Venice last month. Adam is a moderately successful screenwriter, age 49, with spouse and child. "I could never buy a home in Venice," he said, "but I visited Bellingham earlier this year. I might be able to buy property there."
Yes, but Adam better act fast. Housing prices in all these coastal markets are rapidly rising.
Better to think long term, think about climate change -- maybe moving inland to higher ground is a good bet in the long run. Go there and make it cool.....Fresno and San Bernardino in California, any place in Kansas  -- the people in those communities would be so glad that you considered living there. Columbus, Ohio is a great town. Go inland, forget the coast.

Election Forecast. I spoke with fellow Democrat Stuart Welch. He is the former owner of the Rexville Store in LaConner and widely considered to be an expert on almost everything. "I'm sticking with my prediction," Stuart said. "It's going to be a close race right to the finish, but Hillary will pull ahead at the last minute and ride to victory. A lot of people like Trump for his shenanigans, but when the people vote they will get serious and they will vote for Hillary."
Stuart remains steadfast and calm, but Jimmy Schermerhorn is getting nervous. Jimmy lives next door to Stuart's woodworking shop. He is an auto mechanic by occupation and a very sensitive man. He worries that Trump might pull it off. I share that same nervousness.
What consoles me is this -- I don't like either candidate, but in a way, it doesn't matter who occupies the White House. This nation is good and great because of the whole-hearted efforts that all the people make, all 300 million of us. No one man, and no one woman, can ruin it. I believe in you, and I ask you to believe in me, and together we can make it better........

 I guess that sounds a bit tooty-fruity. Of course it matters who wins the election and I am voting for Hillary Clinton.
Jim Smith Dies. Practically my best friend ever, Jim Smith died in his sleep in the early hours of Friday, September 16. He was 76. His wife Janet said he went peacefully. Jim's health had been somewhat poorly in recent years and he seemed a little fuzzy the last time I spoke with him on the phone about one month ago. But there was no indication of any serious trouble. He just had a huge heart attack at 3 a.m. and bought the ranch.
The coincidence is that three weeks ago, without any premonition, Laurie and I had bought plane tickets to Seattle, primarily to visit my daughter Eva and see the new home she bought with her wife Lara. We planned to spend the weekend with Eva and make a day trip up to LaConner to see Jim and Janet and some other friends.
Turns out we will be seeing them, at Jim's memorial service, Sunday, October 2, at the LaConner Methodist church.  A lot a Jim's friends, who are mainly my friends as well, will be there.
Janet lost her husband and we must be of great sympathy to her. He was such a good man. But many people do not know that Jim had a twin sister Joan who lives in Seattle. Jim and Joan were as close as brother and sister can be, being twins, and this is a big loss for Joan.
Frog Hospital keeps selling subscriptions. I've been getting checks in the mail from faithful supporters. I received a $50 check from Ted,  a realtor in Boston, a man who has been on the Frog Hospital mailing list since the beginning of this newsletter in 1999. I will send him a thank you note by email.
You would think, after 17 years of this newsletter, that I would want to coast into the sunset. Nope. I have big plans -- to increase income and increase readership. I am meeting with a marketing specialist for this reason. A hopeful growth is coming to this little Internet rag.
Driving Miss Mabel. Mabel lives across the street from us. When she got to be 95 she stopped driving her car, so now I take her to the grocery store once a week. When we got to the produce section, she asked me to pick out a good cantelope. Assuming the wisdom of her advanced age, I said to her, "Which one looks ripe?" She said "How would I know?"
Working for Nice People. I worked for Italian lady this morning, putting organic spray on all the roses and fruit trees. She is a very kind woman. She said, "Just act like this is your own garden and do whatever you like." That sure puts me at ease. There is nothing better than working for nice people.  

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Saturday, September 10, 2016

Old Men Talking





Old Men Talking ..... a poem
She wants to be President, says it's her turn.
They all say that. It's our turn.
Our turn for what?
To run the country.
They want to run the country? Why?
They want to run the country because they think they can do a better job.
Do you mean Hillary Clinton or old women in general?
I mean both -- they think they can do a better job.
Maybe they can.
Yeah, maybe better or maybe worse.
But they're saying it's their turn.....
So let 'em.
If they run the country, what will we do?
Good question.
Got time for a game of cribbage?
Got all day.
Election Forecast. Okay, I'm not much of a poet but it's short. The words above are my version of old men endorsing the Democratic candidate. She is the likely winner at this point, but the race is tightening and I predict it will go down to the last day.
In today's newsletter I am being entirely supportive and kindly toward Hillary Clinton. I felt a warmth in my heart for her when she had that coughing fit. That was normal. She might have had a touch of flu -- that happens to everybody.
Our housemate Julia said that it's awfully tough for Hillary to run a campaign. Tough? My brother teaches high school in Los Angeles. Imagine facing a room full of teenagers! That's tough..... so we all do those tough things and we all get those coughing fits or whatever. It's normal. Hillary Clinton has been sheltered by her immense wealth and 24-hour Secret Service protection. It is time for her to have the courage to walk among the people.

Olive Oil in Ojai
Doug Off produces olive oil from his orchard in Ojai, California..... He calls the place Topa Mountain Ranch..... You want to go to his website just to see the photo of Topa Mountain -- such a beautiful place. Ojai is a bit of a magic place. It is a somewhat famous town for attracting Hollywood luminaries who wish to indulge in expensive spa treatments and play at having a ranch. Doug Off himself is not of this ilk, being retired from the petroleum business -- He made kind of a cool transition -- from oil wells to olive oil trees.
Olive trees, grown for oil, have a great future in California. They don't need nearly as much water as the other tree crops like almonds and apricots.
The best crops for a drier climate are olives, grapes and figs..... 
Weather. They got a ton of rain in Arizona, downpours and flash floods. We got nary a drop in Santa Barbara. But the grapes are doing well. My Laurie has a grape vine about forty feet along and it was planted forty years ago. Stout vines, roots down deep and never gets watered. This year she is harvesting nearly 200 pounds of Concord table grapes. Sweet and pretty.........But it's too dry out there. Eucalyptus trees across the way are leafless and surely dead. I work for the Swiss lady every two weeks and she said there are a lot of critters that come to her bird bath for a drink -- where else can they go?  Lake Cachuma, the principle source of water for Santa Barbara is effectively closed and empty -- the reservoir is down to the dregs, the undrinkable portion known as the Black Pool.
But the weather has been great this summer, meaning delightfully cool evenings and the days have not been too hot. You get used to good weather if you live in Santa Barbara, you start losing that edge you carried all your life, and folks might think you've gone soft because you have.

What We Are Watching on TV. Nurse Jackie on Netflix. We're on Season 6. We watch four half-hour episodes per evening, a mini-binge. I worked five years at Skagit Valley Hospital and Nurse Jackie reminds me of women I worked with. I keep looking at the ER in the show and thinking I was there. I used to do that  -- that silent assistant in the background, that was me.

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Monday, September 05, 2016

on the shelf




Trump is an ogre of mythic proportions. His name will be remembered for centuries. He is on a par with Ivan the Terrible and Ghengis Kahn. He is a master of drama.....the writer in me loves him...he is so very, very, very baaaaaaaaad!
They will write novels and make films and create operas about Trump. He is larger than life.  I saw him Thursday night on three channels simultaneously -- CNN, MSNBC and Fox News -- all broadcasting his immigration speech live. The cameras love Trump................Compare Trump to Hillary. She is dull. Even her scandals are dull -- like email. Tell me the cinematic qualities of email -- how do you film a story about email? Hillary has no story, no movie, no opera, no myth........I'm trying to support Hillary Clinton but she is near to invisible. I never hear from her. She runs a tightly controlled machine. How could a person like me be on her campaign staff?  She requires obedience and blind loyalty, as she grinds it out on her path to the White House.
So many people feel she deserves it. She's waited so long. She spent eight years helping her husband do his job, being a loyal wife. Should she get a turn now? For all the women who waited tables to get their husbands through law school  -- is it her turn now?
But I don't hear from her or from her staff. They want people who will stay on message. They have their calculations and media buys. They don't need my support.  I am frustrated and disappointed, because I wanted to play a part in the big show, but I'm on the shelf. It's not my turn.
Except I am part of a very large group -- voters in the millions who can barely stand her but still prefer her to Trump. Can she win without us?

Refusing to Stand. San Francisco Quarterback Colin Kaepernick refuses to stand for the national anthem in protest of black oppression. He got my attention, so here's what I think about his stand:
Why do black parents let their sons and daughters play ball? Professional sports are a huge payoff for a tiny minority of black youth -- a thousand losers and one winner. Keep your children out of the NFL and the NBA. don't let them play basketball or football. There is no future in it. Focus on real careers, let your children be architects and pharmacists, dentists, farmers, electricians, doctors and nurses. These people are the heroes of black America. Stay away from sports. My prayer for black America is that sports hero Mohammed Ali is the last of his kind.
It's All About Frog Hospital. Boy, I need to get out of my own head. This could be a good day for the beach. Did you know that spending more time on the beach can solve almost any problem?
Frog Hospital comes to life. I am determined to add more names to the Frog Hospital mailing list. Right now we are at 350 people and our goal is 500. This week I added two names, Danny Jensen in LaConner and Ron Newman in New England. Normally I don't reveal subscriber names, but just this once I do this, as an example. I have known both of these gentlemen for many years and the interesting thing is how little they have in common..... except they both like to read Frog Hospital. That is the nature of this publication -- that we cover the territory and don't take sides. Okay, I'm a Democrat, but not combative.
That is why you should pitch in and buy a subscription. True, you can stay on the mailing list for free and forever and I will still be grateful, but it is a simple matter of time and money. I am through with gardening work and I have spent too many years with a shovel and trowel, toiling like a peasant. I only do it because I need the money. So Frog Hospital income means a healthful change for me.
Think about it. Trump doesn't need the money. Hillary doesn't need the money. I do need the money.

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Thursday, September 01, 2016

Three Reasons Why I am a Democrat.


Three Reasons Why I am a Democrat.

1. I believe we should extend the franchise to felons and fools. If you have served your sentence, then you get to vote. You may be an uninformed incompetent lazy good-for-nothing, but your vote is as good as mine. I believe it should be difficult NOT to be registered to vote. I oppose all voter identification laws. That makes me a Democrat.
2. I believe in the forgiveness debts. I heard that someplace in a prayer -- to forgive and ask to be forgiven. That applies to financial errors as well as other matters. There's a lot of bad debt out there -- especially student loans that will never be made whole, not in a million years. It takes two fools to make a bad loan. If either the debtor or the creditor had said no it wouldn't have happened. Forgive the bad debts and start the game over again. That makes me a Democrat.
3. And I don't just believe, I know, that Harry Truman was a better president than Dwight Eisenhower. They both came from humble roots in farm country in the Midwest. Eisenhower rose to lofty heights, but Truman never forgot where he came from. And that makes me a Democrat.
Family Planning
"Family planning" is quite a contradiction. Not to say that plans are wrong, no, plans are very good. But children are much more important than any plan. How many and when you have them are subject to a certain amount of planning and that's good -- but there is ample evidence of children showing up unbidden and children longed for but not appearing. And that's just the start. Once you have them, despite all the work you do, and more planning of course, you don't have much control over how your children turn out. A family is, in essence, not a plan.
Too Funny.....25 analogies from actual high school essays. I really thought this was funny, but you might not laugh at all.
"When she tried to sing it sounded like a walrus giving birth to farm equipment."
"Her eyes were like the stars, not because they twinkle, but because they were so far apart."
And so on and so forth.
Stand for the National Anthem.  The San Francisco QB refuses to rise for the national anthem. I don't care. He can stand, sit, walk out the door, do anything but talk on his cell phone. If he talks on his cell phone while we sing the national anthem he should be shot.
Who Likes Beer. Hillary Clinton likes beer. Trump doesn't like beer. That settles it for me.
Older Women. A lot of older women are strong supporters of Hillary Clinton. They believe that Hillary Clinton is a genuine leader and an inspirational figure who will make a very good President. She is one of their own.
But.... I prefer Tim Kaine for President. He is the right age, 58. He has moderate views and a friendly smile. He served as Governor of Virginia....serving as governor is the best qualification for the top job. And, finally, he has a stable and unremarkable marriage.
Election Forecast. Trump is gaining on Hillary. His dramatic trip to Mexico captured the headlines. His immigration speech was carried live on MSNBC, CNN and Fox News.

Where was Hillary?  Hillary had to shake off the Weiner thing. She is not getting her message across.
The Frog Hospital Story. I called Charlie Krafft because Fishtown Editor Allen Frost wanted me to call Charlie. Charlie and I have been on the outs three years ... I won't go into it..... So I called Charlie and we talked.
It was Charlie himself who coined the term "Frog Hospital" although he denies it. He says that Clyde Sandborn coined the term "Frog Hospital" and Clyde drowned in 1996. Well, it doesn't matter. We will continue the Frog Hospital story in subsequent issues, but first we have to raise some money......
Your Subscription Dollars. Your subscription dollars fund the enterprise. Our work at Frog Hospital is essential to the well-being of the nation. This election is getting too nasty, but you can count on me to stay cool and calm. I will maintain my sense of humor and strive for universal friendship.
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Saturday, August 27, 2016

What Have You Got to Lose?


By Fred Owens
What Have You Got to Lose?
I love this Trump jab. I took it personally. What have I got to lose? I gotta think about that.
I'm voting for Clinton although she can be awful. I oppose Trump but he is occasionally brilliant.
Like the hat. Trump wears a bright red baseball hat. I wear a hat like that. Millions of men wear such a hat. Is the Trump hat one of those coded messages we hear about, a Trumpian wink?  No, sometimes a hat is just a hat.
What have you got to lose? Trump asks the black community. You give 99 percent of your votes to Hillary Clinton and she sticks those votes in her pants-suit pocket and travels on. What do you get from her? You get a Christmas card every December with warm wishes from Bill and Chelsea -- says Trump.
Trump commits major acts of cultural appropriation with this latest action. Black America gripes about unemployment, police brutality, high arrest rates and neighborhoods devoid of good stores or public transportation -- a litany of grievances. They get to say that, but we don't get to say the same thing. I know the rules. I never say "you people." But Trump said it -- you people. What have you got to lose? Good question.
So, from Trump's red hat we go to the fashion police on the Riviera.
A man might be known by his hat, and a woman, at least in the summer, at least at the beach, is known by her choice of swimwear. It's fashion and fashion isn't fair. Fashion is a tyrant, more powerful than the law. Dress differently than other folks and you will be noticed. Dress the same as everybody else and lose yourself in the crowd.
On the French Riviera, all the talk is about the law and a woman's right to choose. Okay, but also consider this as a matter of fashion.

Burkinis are Fashion Forward.
The all one-piece head-to-toe covering swimsuit is favored by devout Moslem women, but it is also making a splash in the Western fashion world. Ladies, it's time to cover up. Hemlines cannot possible get shorter so they must come down, all the way down to the ankles. No more plunging necklines -- necklines will rise to the neck, and sleeves to the wrist. The all-revealing bikini has been getting skimpier every year, but fashion is about changes and trends. The new trend is modesty.

Gentlemen, what you have enjoyed looking at will soon be covered up. It couldn't last forever. This is a great victory for Islam. Forget the civil rights issues played out in the French courts that made the burkini permissible. Fashion has never been about individual rights, fashion is about the massive social pressure to conform to the latest thing.   The burkini is the new fashion. Look for it at your nearest beach. Not just for Moslem women. Western women are wearing them too.
Driving Miss Mabel. Mabel lives across the street from us in Santa Barbara. She got her drivers license renewed at age 95, but she admitted to herself that she was getting a little nervous, so she decided to give up driving.
Her 2004 Chevrolet Malibu sits in the garage now. She told me her son will have it cleaned and polished and then sell it. "I don't need a car anymore," she said.
Mabel is working out other options. She might get a smart phone and use Uber. There is a cheap senior ride service in Santa Barbara but it's complicated. The bus comes by our street  but getting on or off is too hard for her with a walker and she can't wait outside for too long.
Now Mabel hires me to take her the grocery store and to the bank once a week. She's old, but she's not poor, so she pays me. She doesn't need her walker in the grocery store because she can hang on to the cart. Otherwise she brings a list and picks her food off the shelf.
She has resources  -- a helpful son who lives 15 minutes from here and a home that she has owned for more than fifty years.
She's thinking to rent out a room  -- to get somebody who will drive her and do other chores for a reduced rent. I told her, "Living with other people can be a nuisance."  She said, "I grew up in a large family in Montana and I know how to get along with people."

So I'm taking her to the grocery store, but she still needs to figure out a ride to her Bridge Club.
The Frog Hospital Subscription Drive has already taken in $1,025 -- and we are just getting started.It's all here -- from Trump's red hat to the Burkinis of the French Riviera. Whatever men and women are wearing, whatever they are thinking -- we have it here. At Frog Hospital you get lasting values and the latest trends -- both!  But we can't do this without your help. Go to the Frog Hospital blog and hit the PayPal button for $25. Or make out a check for $25 to Fred Owens and mail it to:
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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Saying Goodbye

 
 
by Fred Owens
Saying Goodbye
A lot of things have happened and mostly good since I got this old flip phone four years ago.  I have Verizon service  -- always Verizon for me. No contract, $30 a month. I use it to make phone calls.
Sometimes I text. I often used the camera, but my pocket gets too dirty from garden work and the camera lens on the cell phone got scratched, so no more photos.
It's time to let the old flip phone go and move on. I went out to the Cosco store with my girl friend and shopped for an Apple iPhone SE. The salesman was a young fellow who talked a lot.
A lot of salesmen think they have to keep talking to make the sale. But they are wrong, they actually have to shut up long enough to hear the customer say yes .... but I digress.

What inspires me to finely make the switch to the smart phone is a new app called WeChat which is popular in China with over 700 million daily users. WeChat does messaging, video conferencing, bill paying, retail purchases and you can schedule dumpling deliveries too (dumplings being delivered in China).
A lot of Chinese people have never owned a laptop of conventional PC, they all just skipped right ahead into mobile phone usage and that is what they are used to.

I will get the smart phone, download WeChat and begin commerce and friendship with Chinese people. I already have one Chinese friend  -- she has agreed to show me the ropes.
The history of China is very interesting -- the great wall and all those old clay pots, stuff like that -- but I realize that the future of China is what really amazes me. I want to stay in touch with that energy. Our country has a strong and intensely competitive relationship with China. That is a good thing.
But I still have a few more weeks with my old flip phone -- boy, we got through it all together.
The emperor plants rice and Donald Trump unloads a truck. I am not being ironic. I was actually touched by videos of Donald Trump helping to unload a truck in Louisiana, to bring supplies to flood victims.
Good on you, Donald. If we all pitch in, we can get it done.
Trump's gesture reminded me of the annual custom in Japan. Every spring time the emperor of Japan plants rice seedlings in his family plot in the imperial garden. Many Japanese farmers believe that the emperor's participation is spiritually necessary for a good rice crop. And maybe they just like to see the old man doing a little work just like everybody else.
Likewise Trump is doing his bit to unload the truck. He was sneered at for only working less than one minute, but hey, he showed up, didn't he?
Did you help to unload the truck?  Did you help to plant the rice? We all have to pitch in.
Election forecast. Donald Trump is getting friendly advice and stern warnings from elder media statesman Roger Ailes. Ailes said shut up and make nice, and Donald is doing that. I think it has to do with age. Trump is 70 and feels seniority to younger people, but Ailes is 76, and Trump listens to this older man.
Be quiet, express regrets, do acts of kindness, go unload the truck -- right there Trump gets headlines and a bump in the poles.
Trump is way behind, but he is going to pull even by the time of the first debate scheduled for Sept. 26  -- that is my forecast.
No pity for Trump. No pity for Hillary Clinton.
I'm voting for Hillary and I expect she will win.

Fire and flood. Flood in Louisiana and fires in California. We have a 10,000 acre fire burning near Santa Barbara this Saturday morning. It was 3,000 acres yesterday, but it exploded over night and seems to be racing to the east -- away from habitation.
If you go to the park near our house and walk up to the top of the hill, you can get a view of the fire -- a towering, awesome column of smoke rising over the foot hills. Too far away to make anybody nervous. It's bad luck to be nervous, better to just go about your business.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

I am born

Frog Hospital by Fred Owens
 
When does life begin? When did my life begin?

I was born on a Tuesday in June of 1946. I get this from the birth certificate. I was born in Evanston, Illinois, at Evanston Hospital. My parents checked into the hospital at 5:45 a.m. and I was born at 7:58 a.m. -- two hours later. I was my mother's fourth child. It didn't take long. I was going to write "an easy delivery," but I am not qualified to say that.
I imagine Fred and Marie waking up late that night and knowing it was time to go to the hospital -- the fourth time, with less drama. Mary Elizabeth, Tommy and Carolyn were all asleep. My parents must have arranged a babysitter for them. Some relative who was easily reached by telephone, I don't know.
Fred and Marie rented a three-bedroom stucco bungalow at 2646 Prairie Avenue, hardly a five-minute drive to the hospital. Fred commuted downtown to work. It was a short walk to the Northwestern station on Central Street. My birth certificate describes him as "salesman, magazine" -- he sold ads for the Sporting Goods Dealer. Dad was typical of a salesman in that he dressed very well and was very sociable, quick to pick up a check. He was an untypical salesman in that he didn't talk very much. Maybe that's why everybody liked him -- he was a good listener.
He was 41 at the time of my birth, born in St. Louis, Missouri. Full name: Frederic Edward Owens. Mother was 31. Full maiden name: Marie Roselyn Cuny. Occupation: housewife. She was born in Chicago.
It was her folks they probably called early in the morning to come and watch the kids. They lived maybe twenty minutes away, an easy drive at 5 o'clock in the morning. It would have been Aunt Carolyn. She had a job downtown on LaSalle Street, a legal secretary. She kept that job for more than forty years, but that day, June 25, 1946, she woke up to hear the phone ring at 5 a.m. and she knew right away why the phone was ringing. And she knew that meant skipping work, to baby sit my older siblings, Mary Elizabeth, 7, Thomas Joseph, 4, and Carolyn Therese, 2.
I was born at 7:58 a.m. The birth certificate does not say how much I weighed, although I remember mom telling me I was a nine-pounder. I was named Frederic Edward Owens Jr. after my father. I was born a male, after nine months of pregnancy. In the box marked legitimate, it was checked off yes. I was legitimate.
My parents were both white. They were also both Roman Catholic, but it doesn't say that on the birth certificate.
My eyes were treated with Argyrol 20 % which is silver nitrate, commonly used to prevent some kind of eye disease.
I was a healthy baby. Mom stayed in the hospital several days, as was the practice in those days. Tuesday, the day of my birth, Dad would have taken the day off, but he likely went back to work on Wednesday.
Then who watched the three kids at home while Mom was resting at the hospital? I don't know. Aunt Carolyn had to get back to work too.
Having four kids now and needing more room, and Dad doing well on the job, my parents bought a house at 1612 Forest Ave. in Wilmette, about one mile north of the Prairie Avenue rental. Both houses are still there, made of stucco and not changed very much. My Dad died in 1974. My sister Mary Elizabeth also died that year. My mother lived until 1996, making fifty years in that Wilmette house.
Henry Zettelman, M.D. delivered the baby -- I aImost forgot that.
Paris Moon. Paris Moon is a lovely song sung by our own Holly Gwinn Graham.
Creative Content. Jennifer Newell can fix you a nice web-page and give you social media impact. Get all the buzzwords. Stay connected. I'm working with her now to give Frog Hospital a do-over. And she might help you too.
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