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Weather: Mostly sunny. A slight chance of showers in the afternoon. Highs in the mid 80s. East winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts up to 25 mph. Chance of rain 20 percent. Monday Night: Partly cloudy. Lows around 70. East winds 5 to 10 mph.
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Today at a Glance:
In Court: Pre-trial motions are scheduled for 9 a.m. before Circuit Judge Dawn Nichols in the case of Daniel Revay Rodriguez, who faces a life felony, a capital felony and two second degree felonies stemming from his alleged rape of a boy younger than 12 in Flagler County. Among the motions: the state wants to introduce similar-fact evidence from an alleged assault on the boy in Tampa. Rodriguez was a trusted family friend. At 1:30 p.m. the judge hears a plea from Kerri Ann Huckabee, the former montessori school teacher facing a second-degree felony charge in an incident involving her neighbors in Flagler Beach. See: “Montessori School owner Kerri Huckabee, 54, Arrested on 3 Felonies in Dispute with Flagler Beach Neighbors” and “State Attorney Files Two Felony Charges Against Kerri Huckabee in Flagler Beach Dispute With Neighbors.” The judge will also hear a plea in the case of John Garrison, who faces a vehicular homicide charge in the death of Debra Ashrafi. See: “John Garrison Charged With Vehicular Homicide, Faces Minimum of 9 Years in Prison in Death of Debra Ashrafi on SR11.” At 2 p.m., the judge hears a motion from Brendon Washington, who is serving a life sentence in state prison. He is appealing his failed bid for relief from that life sentence, in November. See: “Ex-Bloods Gang Leader Brandon Washington, Serving Life, Duels Again with Prosecutor in Losing Bid for Relief.”
The Flagler County Commission meets at 9 a.m. at the Government Services Building, 1769 E. Moody Boulevard, Building 2, Bunnell. Access meeting agendas and materials here. The five county commissioners and their email addresses are listed here. Meetings stream live on the Flagler County YouTube page.
The Beverly Beach Town Commission meets at 6 p.m. at the meeting hall building behind the Town Hall, 2735 North Oceanshore Boulevard (State Road A1A) in Beverly Beach. See meeting announcements here.
Nar-Anon Family Groups offers hope and help for families and friends of addicts through a 12-step program, 6 p.m. at St. Mark by the Sea Lutheran Church, 303 Palm Coast Pkwy NE, Palm Coast, Fellowship Hall Entrance. See the website, www.nar-anon.org, or call (800) 477-6291. Find virtual meetings here.
In Coming Days: |
Diary: One of those memories of my early childhood, magical but for the occasional interruptions of Jesuits’ violence on my body and war’s violence on my country, is of Beirut under curfew. Couvre-feux, as we’d say and hear it said in French, especially by friends or neighbors who just loved to say the word, the way neighbors or lesser beings in Palm Coast love to say “deploy” or “boots on the ground”–to feel that thrill of consequence roll off their tongue as if they were reptiles gauging their tactical surroundings with theirs. They like to dress up their everyday in verbal camouflage and pretend for a second that their W Section is Parris Island. To my young ears couvre-feux sounded awesome and frightening, but also seductive. Its English equivalent loses the lugubriousness of the French, which literally translated is cover-fire, but more accurately understood as fire-suppressing, which makes more sense: there were firefights, there were bombings, then came the couvre-feux, which is why I always find it hilarious when local police in the United States use the word after hurricanes or to keep teens from being teens, as if the situations could ever be comparable. Anyway: I did not really understand the word back then. I thought it had something to do with fires. But I could look out the window of our fourth-floor apartment–palatial apartment, that was: seven bedrooms in the old Ottoman style (CNN ran a picture of my apartment building in a 2017 story), with a fabulous view over Damascus Road, St. Paul’s very own, and in the distance, the mountains–and see a city empty but for the rumble of army trucks. That was in 1973, when there was a Lebanese Army, when, after the Palestine Liberation Organization’s well-deserved Black September in Jordan (it had tried to take over that country, King Hussein massacred half of it and threw out the other half) the PLO got unruly in Lebanon and the Lebanese government whipped its ass for the last time, before the 1975 break-out of the 15-year civil war. During those days of war in 1973 we could see the Lebanese air force’s two or three ancient Hawker Hunters drop their bombs and rise high over the horizon in the distance to the east (they were bombing Palestinian camps). My brother and I loved watching army trucks pass by, sometimes with a few armored vehicles, going to or back from the front. We had soldiers stationed at the intersection below the apartment building, and I remember the building’s un-Malamud-like tenants taking turns to bring them coffee and pastries as we huddled at times in the first-floor apartment of the neighbors, when it was too dangerous to stay on our fourth floor. In that war, our apartment building was unscathed. In the next, I would be asleep in a back bedroom on the fourth floor when rockets struck on the third floor. What I remember most of those curfews was the city’s silence. The weigh of that silence: unearthly, unlike anything I had ever not heard before. The absence of those sounds Beirut always made was frightening. I would re-discover that urban silence–the silence of an immense metropolis suddenly all hushed–in New York City snowstorms, when the contrast between normalcy and whiteness would be the same as that between Beirut’s horn symphonies and deadness but for the echoing dirty jokes of soldiers in the street, which I did not understand (my Arabic was piss poor). Silence was scarier than gunfire. When guns fired and bombs dropped, you knew what was happening. You could hear them, you could tell yourself: not hitting us. But in the silence, the eeriness is the enemy. It never lets up. You never know what’s next. You fear that world-ending blast, like the one that threw us off our couches and shattered all the glass panes facing Damascus Road that night at the beginning of the war as we were getting ready to watch the last episode of The Odyssey on TV (the Dino de Laurentiis production). Someone had set off a bunch of dynamite sticks in the median on the street below. There was a curfew then, too. So curfew to me meant dread. It meant imminence. Imminence of what? The imminence was the dread. I’m recalling this story because today, a day before this latest or miserable elections, this is how the silence of my P Section feels like despite the familiar hum of I-95 in the background. It isn’t the usual silence of late-summer-early-fall heaviness, or the usual silence of suburban torpor. It is the silence of curfew., of imminence. And to be clear about the reference above to the violence of Jesuits on my body: that violence was generally directed at my ears, as I very much hope no other orifice was violated, though I cannot be any less sure than Voltaire, who once told Alexander Pope, or so Pope related: “when I was a child these damned Jesuits sodomized me to such a point that I’ll never get over it.” I hope we don’t wake up tomorrow or the day after feeling the same way, though my hope by now is all pro forma. We are past the imminence already. Sodom is here.
—P.T.
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Tourist Development Council Meeting
Flagler County Commission Morning Meeting
Beverly Beach Town Commission meeting
Nar-Anon Family Group
Flagler County Canvassing Board Meeting
Flagler Beach Library Writers’ Club
Flagler Beach Planning and Architectural Review Board
Flagler County Canvassing Board Meeting
Bunnell Planning, Zoning and Appeals Board
Flagler County Canvassing Board Meeting
Random Acts of Insanity Standup Comedy
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But not only did I have no experience of independent civilian life, having gone straight from school into the Army: I was still mentally and nervously organized for War. Shells used to come bursting on my bed at midnight, even though Nancy shared it with me; strangers in daytime would assume the faces of friends who had been killed. When strong enough to climb the hill behind Harlech and revisit my favourite country, I could not help seeing it as a prospective battlefield. I would find myself working out tactical problems, planning how best to hold the Upper Artro valley against an attack from the sea, or where to place a Lewis gun if I were trying to rush Dolwreiddiog Farm from the brow of the hill, and what would be the best cover for my rifle-grenade section. I still had the Army habit of commandeering anything of uncertain ownership that I found lying about; also a difficulty in telling the truth—it was always easier for me now, when charged with any fault, to lie my way out in Army style. I applied the technique of taking over billets or trenches to a review of my present situation. Food, water supply, possible dangers, communication, sanitation, protection against the weather, fuel and light—I ticked off each item as satisfactory.
–From Robert Graves’s Goodbye To All That (1929).
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Kendra OConnor says
What horrible cartoon to publish the day before the election! Don’t you people have a brain in your head?
Pierre Tristam says
I just don’t know.