IV.
January, 1797; Leek, Staffordshire
It was now a new year in England and Jonathan was still going over Mr. Puckett’s records, trying to distinguish some pattern that he had discovered only days before. The records showed that Mr. Puckett would suddenly gain an immense amount of money around times of near financial hardship. He quickly began to suspect that Mr. Puckett was scheming people and ripping them off of money in order to secure his future. All he had to do was find the right evidence and the conviction was in the bag.
Jonathan was arriving at his firm when he saw Ms. Ellen talking to Scotland Yard, confusing him. He ru
I.
Flash, Staffordshire; 1797
People were beginning to bustle into Flash thanks to the morning dawn. Butchers began their work, bakers started putting out fresh goods, and the local shops started to prepare for the influx of customers they hoped to achieve. Men began to climb the lamp posts and put out the candles that served as guides to the streets at night. However, they were soon brought to a halt at the sound of bagpipes playing through the streets. The group of players were marching through the street and soon stopped in the middle of the square, the sounds of the hymn Amazing Grace echoing throughout the city. People came outside i
Soy Peronista
That is the person I have found myself to be
Even though I don’t say it every day, I am me
Yo soy una Peronista Americana
Since finding out about Evita in 2009, I’ve called myself Peronist
However, I never really knew what Peronism was
Evita filled my mind and my heart, and still does
But my understanding of the topic was oh so small
Reading books on Eva gave me an idea of Peronism
I still identified myself as Peronist despite no real knowledge still
I have my disagreements on Perón’s regime, but everyone does
Regardless, I am accepting that Perón tried to do good in a world full of bad
Thank goodness for Ec
Once again, disaster strikes
Not in a natural way, but man-made
Explosions shake the city of Boston
Two people dying needlessly once again
All that goes through my mind is “how many times will this happen?”
Haven’t enough people died in the last year?
Whatever happened to doing something, Congress?
You’re letting your nation down
These tragedies should open our eyes as a country
But instead, we forget and move on with life
Let me tell you something, America
I haven’t forgotten all of those people lost
I haven’t forgotten the children and teachers slain in Newtown
The moviegoers killed in Aurora, Color
A life full of love and happiness gone to soon
A heart as big and as wide as the ocean
Promises lie ahead for you
But an act of rage took you away from us
Born in Lake Jackson, Texas, you listened to music
And began singing at the tender age of three
A talent recognized by your father
It was then that your music career started
By nine, you were performing many gigs
Accompanied by your older brother and sister
Many doubted your talents at first
That would change in the coming years
In 1988, you won your first award
The Tejano Music Award for Best Female Artist
This award would secure your future
And you would keep winning for the next seve