We had two guys that transferred in that I'm confident will go to state. And, they were so anxious to read more

We had two guys that transferred in that I'm confident will go to state. And, they were so anxious to get out there -- this was their first night -- and they didn't get to.

Do I want one (a state title)? Dang right, but I'm not gonna sell my soul for one. I'm a read more

Do I want one (a state title)? Dang right, but I'm not gonna sell my soul for one. I'm a purist. There are a lot of different championships.

So far we have no reason to complain nor to suspect any unfair or inappropriate policy,

So far we have no reason to complain nor to suspect any unfair or inappropriate policy,

A small cooling unit with inexpensive racking costs about $1,500 for a 6-foot by 6-foot, 500-bottle wine cellar. But the read more

A small cooling unit with inexpensive racking costs about $1,500 for a 6-foot by 6-foot, 500-bottle wine cellar. But the sky is the limit if money is no problem. There are wine cellars . . . in the $100,000-plus range. Whatever you build, plan on spending $3 to $5 per bottle of wine for racking with a quality wood.

All religious politics are restricted to support for the Russian Orthodox Church as opposed to other religious confessions.

All religious politics are restricted to support for the Russian Orthodox Church as opposed to other religious confessions.

I love to play for audiences that are simply made of people rather than so-called special people.

I love to play for audiences that are simply made of people rather than so-called special people.

She (Alonso) wrote checks, gave them to friends, family members, businesses ... they cashed them and gave back cash to read more

She (Alonso) wrote checks, gave them to friends, family members, businesses ... they cashed them and gave back cash to the tune of $10,000, $18,000, $11,000 in cash.

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split read more

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split it into different parts if you'd like - right now I'll put it as Unsorted.
And He feels so incredibly weak when he has ferociously quarreled against them since his genuine years and has lost. His hopes for a better understanding dissipate as he grows older, and his mind grows less eager to reach a verdict. Having no sense of direction, he roams here, looking above, asking futile questions, even though the answers may be feared. Good by nature, he has learned his survival skills, which will lead him into the real world, and will someday make him a successful individual. Wishing the pressure did not exist, it is a natural instinct to adapt and not to recluse. He rather is a mindless drone than a lonely Hermit, after all. He has no control over his environment, it is the exact opposite. Molded and shaped by his surroundings, he seeks about for himself and his purpose, while this mold slowly deteriorates organic matter.

We're seeing a lot of these.

We're seeing a lot of these.