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News
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Hello Fellow DWC Members,
Welcome to fall. The leaves on the trees are
busy turning brilliant colors and DWC members
are, as usual doing brilliant things! I've included
in this "Member News" section information
on jobs changed, degrees earned, and karma found!
Enjoy reading about your colleagues in the DWC,
and make plans to join all of the Division's
events at the upcoming meetings of the American
Society of Criminology. See you next month!
Regards,
Amy D'Unger
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The DWC has a new virtual home! Visit the
new website for the ASC's Division on Women
and Crime at:
http://www.asc41.com/dir4/divdwc.html
Member News
JO-ANN DELLA GIUSTINA emailed with exciting
news. Not only did she receive her Ph.D. in
Criminal Justice from the City University of
New York in the spring (her dissertation is
entitled "Gender, Race, and Class as Predictors
of Femicide Rates: A Path Analysis"), but
she also started as an Assistant Professor in
the Department of Criminal Justice at Bridgewater
State College. Congratulations Jo-Ann! Here
is her new contact information:
Dr. Jo-Ann Della Giustina
Department of Criminal Justice
Bridgewater State College
Hart Hall, Room 222
Bridgewater, MA 02325
508-531-2582 - phone
508-531-1761 - fax
jdellagiustina@bridgew.edu
DWC member HILLARY POTTER has been in
the news (literally!), talking about her research
on race and the response to Hurricane Katrina.
The following Q&A with Dr. Potter appeared
in The Denver Post on 10/13/05.
Criminologist Hillary Potter studies race,
gender, class and crime, not natural disasters.
But two weeks after Hurricane Katrina displaced
hundreds of thousands of New Orleans, the University
of Colorado sociologist found herself in the
River Center in Baton Rouge, Louisiana interviewing
evacuees about their experiences. Potter sat
with people as they smoked outside and complained
about the heavily armed National Guardsmen patrolling
the entrance. She took note of the different
ways residents talked with her, an African-American
woman, and to her graduate student, who is male
and half Filipino, half white. "I've got
data for at least four papers," Potter
said. Her trip was funded by the CU Natural
Hazards Center's quick response grant program.
Q: What did you intend to study?
A: "I became interested, when I
started seeing all the media accounts of the
looting, in how the residents were redefining,
reframing so-called criminal activity. ... They
referred to it as survival." Her interviewees
denied taking any luxury items, and many developed
their own morality around obtaining necessities:
Some would go only into stores with open doors,
others only where police themselves were taking
essential supplies.
Q: What did you learn that you didn't
expect?
A: Potter said she was surprised at
the military feel to the evacuation shelter,
something
that deeply bothered the evacuees she interviewed.
"Several people I interviewed said, 'I
feel like I'm in jail,"' Potter said. Security
workers patrolled with handguns and rifles,
and residents re-entering the shelter were required
to pass through metal detectors. Many felt they
were treated like criminals, Potter said.
Q: You said people in the River Center
used two theories to describe the flooding.
A: "One theory was that the hurricane
was an act of God to clean up all the corruption
in government, the criminal activity of residents.
... Others said that the levees has been bombed.
They really believed they were bombed. When
I asked by whom, they said, basically, by rich,
white people, those in higher classes, the government,
the man. They said, 'Look at which parts of
the city were flooded ... how long it took the
government to respond."'
- Interview conducted by Katy Human, Denver
Post staff writer
I received an email from SUE COTE with
an update on her whereabouts. Sue is back working
full time at Cal State, Sacramento (AKA "Sac
State"), following a stint in state civil
service, after she realized that her "heart
is in teaching and research, and [she] enjoy[s]
the intellectual stimulation and freedom that
academe offers." Despite that fact, Sue
reports that she learned a lot while working
for the California Department of Alcohol and
Drug Programs and encourages anyone who hasn't
tried state service to take the plunge and give
something new a shot! Sue also reported that
she received Tenure and Promotion (to associate)
at Sac State-congratulations on that! Here is
Dr. Cote's contact information:
Sue Cote, J.D., Ph.D.
Associate Professor
California State University, Sacramento
Division of Criminal Justice
6000 J Street
Sacramento, CA 95819-6085
Ph.: 916.278.6437
FAX: 916.278.7692
Email: scote@csus.edu
ROBIN A. ROBINSON emailed details on
a fantastic international conference that happened
this summer in Prato, Italy. Robin presented
a paper on historical lessons for restorative
justice for delinquent girls. The presentation
was based, in part, on an article that appeared
in the March issue of Contemporary Justice
Review, entitled "'Crystal Virtues':
Seeking Reconciliation Between Ideals and Violations
of Girlhood." The three-day conference
was called "What Works with Women Offenders?"
and was organized by Dr. Rosemary Sheehan of
Monash University. Scholars and practitioners
from around the world presented both research
and program-related work. Plans are in the works
for a follow-up conference in 2007, so get ready!
Here is contact information for Robin, if you
have questions about her research:
Robin A. Robinson, Ph.D., Psy.D.
Department of Sociology and Anthropology
University of Massachusetts Dartmouth
285 Old Westport Road
North Dartmouth, Massachusetts 02747 U.S.A.
Phone: 508.999.8788
Fax: 508.999.8808
rrobinson@umassd.edu
SUSAN SHARP, our fearless leader, emailed
to say that she is, well, fearlessly leading!!
She has somehow ended up on the Dean's Executive
Committee for Arts & Sciences, the College
of Liberal Studies Executive Committee, the
Faculty Senate Executive Committee, the Honors
Council, and is serving as a Faculty Fellow
for the College of Liberal Studies. In her "spare"
time, she is completing a two-year study for
the state of Oklahoma on incarcerated mothers
and their children, as well as editing the fabulous
new DWC/Sage journal Feminist Criminology
and teaching 5 (yes, FIVE!) classes. Condolence
cards can be sent to the following address:
Susan F. Sharp, Ph.D.
Associate Professor of Sociology
University of Oklahoma
780 Van Vleet Oval, KH 331
Norman, OK 73019
ssharp@ou.edu
Funding Opportunities
ANGIE MOE emailed to announce that she
is the 2005-2006 Chair of the SSSP Minority
Scholarship. The award is meant for advanced
doctoral candidates with a focus on scholar-activism.
The award includes $10,000 and support for conference
attendance. Details can be found soon at: http://www.sssp1.org/index.cfm/m/24/pageId/48.
Angie said that she'd love to see some strong
DWCers or DWCers' students apply! If you have
any questions, you can email Angie at angie.moe@wmich.edu.
Upcoming Conferences
The annual meetings for the Western Society
of Criminology will be held in Seattle, WA in
February 2006. Abstracts are due November 1st.
More information about the conference can be
found at http://www.sonoma.edu/cja/wsc/wscpages/default.htm.
The DWC's own Stacy Mallicoat is the Program
Chairperson this year!
Publications and Publishing Opportunities
The October/November issue of Women, Girls,
and Criminal Justice is devoted largely
to articles about and reporting the content
of the regional conference organized last May
by DWC member ROBIN A. ROBINSON at University
of Massachusetts Dartmouth called "Girls
in Social Margins, Girls in Conflict with the
Law." The issue has lots of content of
interest to DWC members, so check it out!
Interested in writing a book review? The Division
on Critical Criminology's journal, Critical
Criminology: An International Journal needs
your help! If you're interested in being a reviewer,
please contact Sue Cote for a list of titles
available for review, or you can submit the
name of a book that you're interested in reviewing.
Sue can be reached via email at scote@csus.edu.
The journal Critical Criminology is
also in search of a new editor! You can find
the position advertisement here: http://www.asc41.com/epa.html.
ROSLYN MURASKIN emailed with some publication
information and some great publishing opportunities
for DWC members. It's a Crime: Women and
Justice, Fourth Edition will be coming out
in the spring and contains over 50 chapters
of cutting edge research and information. Check
it out for your upcoming classes! Roz is also
busily working on the manuscripts for Forgotten
Offender: The Incarcerated Woman (Roxbury)
and Media and Criminal Justice (Prentice
Hall). She sends news of two publishing opportunities:
1. Manuscripts are needed for the Women's Series
for Prentice Hall. Dr. Muraskin is the editor
of the series.
2. The refereed journal A Critical Journal
of Crime, Law, and Society (published quarterly)
is in need of submissions.
You can reach Roslyn about either of these
opportunities via email at Roslyn.Muraskin@liu.edu.
"What I Did Last Summer"
Personal odyssey to Vietnam, July 14-24,
2005: Carole Garrison (Carole.Garrison@EKU.EDU)
"If you don't know where you're going,
any road can take you there."
...I am finally on a real ZEN travel experience...we
act like we know where we are going, but we
simply go until we find somewhere we seem to
want to be...which has turned into a rather
unique experience. I arrived in HoChiMin with
little complications other than an extra hour
at the border because some lump head on the
bus didn't have his visa with him! Cambodia's
border guards where the typical lazy guys in
cement huts...about 100 yards from 3 brand new
enormous casinos...the Vietnamese had a proper
building, even a luggage scanning machine...after
that you knew you were in another country...good
roads, factories, electric lines everywhere.
(Oh and huge Catholic Churches in every hamlet)
When I arrived in Saigon my driver was not waiting
with my name reassuringly printed on a card...but
some folks across the road in a travel bureau
that scheduled tours to the cultural village
graciously called him for me and he arrived
within minutes. We quickly rearranged and simplified
our travel agreement thru Meng's friend Mai
Tran so off we went...but not to a bathroom
and hotel in Saigon as I had expected but directly
down the road to Dalat in the central highlands.
My driver, who speaks negligible English, if
any...made a unilateral decision to go up into
the mountains then and there! It turned out
to be the right decision, and we spent the first
several hours climbing higher and higher past
lush rice fields, rubber plantations, gorgeous
mountain jungles, small and large hamlets (each
with their own factory, gaudy villas...lavender
is a popular color, catholic churches (occasionally
Confucian pagodas as well) and a noticeable
lack of urban planning or building codes!) But
by nightfall, the well-kept 2-lane highway seemed
narrow and treacherous! Happily my driver (who
took 3 hours to finally get that I needed a
toilet) avoided the shadowed people walking
along the road, oncoming trucks and zigzagging
motor scooters!
By 8 pm we were in the hearth thumpingly noisy
mountain resort town of Dalat...in full swing!
Like Hanoi it is a city of cafe's and like HoChiMin,
a city of street hawkers, food peddlers and
shops. I didn't seem to manage to make my driver
understand I wanted to eat either, so I survived
on the 4 packets of fruit chips Meng had given
me in the morning. By the time we arrived I
was too tired to eat. My earplugs, Boise earphones
and Debra's meditation CD allowed me to sleep
thru the din...but first I explored a bit of
the street scene...and tried a cup of Vietnamese
coffee (no wonder they only drink it in the
morning. It's lethal...dam French influence!)
For the grand sum of $12 I had a room and breakfast...I
was up at 5:30, early enough to see the cleaners
on the street sweeping up from the night before
and the sellers returning to their spots to
open for business and remake the whole mess
over again! I decided I had had enough of Dalat
so we went to the Ethic Minorities Museum before
heading to the coast and NhaTrang.
This is probably a good place to note that
there is a decided disadvantage to traveling
alone. And having a driver who speaks no English
and seems a bit annoyed to be asked to do more
than drive...makes it doubly isolating. You
simply have no one to help process all the sounds,
sights, emotional and intellectual reactions
that seem to bombard you every moment in this
place...luckily I like my own company so I'm
not complaining, just observing.
The top floor of the museum (in a huge French
colonial style house from the 1930's) housed
the war stuff...photos of French colonial exploitation
of the ethnic tribes...and a startling black
and white of an American soldier holding up
his trophy...half a Vietnamese...the other,
bottom half still lying on the ground where
he had been cut in half by machine guns. A photo
of a Vietnamese holding an American in the same
way would have been just as startling…and
disturbing, but in this case it was revulsion
mixed with guilt and I suppose in the latter
it would be revulsion mixed with anger. (I probably
could have used some one to share that bit with!)
We left Dalat behind us and took a twisty magnificent
drive back down the Mountains until we started
seeing sandy soil, scrubby hills and valleys
carpeted in the wavy rich green of large rice
fields...then we saw dense areas of coconut
palm and salt farms and several large military
cemeteries from the war...a few more turns and
I was faced with the most incredible azure blue
sea I had every seen since visiting the Mediterranean
off the Italian coast. We were at Cam Ranh Bay...I
felt like I had just woke up with Robin Williams
in Good Morning Viet Nam!
In terms of Zen, we managed unplanned to find
a major exquisite waterfall and park... that
I explored, even to crossing the gorge on a
bamboo and bailing- wire bridge! Then as we
drove thru Cham country I saw a large Cham temple
off to the left. We found it and I went off
to explore it too! It was from the 13th century
and had 3 major temple units...the ticket guy
was asleep so I snuck in past him and climbed
up the small mountain to the ruins. Up there
I found a worker resting...he took my picture
and seemed genuinely pleased when I offered
to return the favor and take his picture (with
my camera of course)! I found a back access
road down from the temples and a cross a construction
site so I managed to pull off my little larceny
with success!
Oh...lunch, a truck stop...a bowl of PHO, soup,
with pork and noodles and a bottle of mineral
water...15,000 dong...or a little less than
$1 US.
I am now on the coast...the hotel we were meant
to go to was full, but I found one close to
the beach...and what a pristine, spotless, manicured
beach it is...there are probably more trash
cans than people! Tomorrow we will leave early
for HoiAn, an ancient city near Hue...it is
far and it will probably take us most of the
day to get there...In the mean time. I have
no idea where I am going or what I will be doing...don't
worry, having a great time. Hugs
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Dear Mai Tram,
Thanks for your taking care of this. I am now
not sure that I can contact her! If you have
time tomorrow, can you call your driver and
ask to speak to her?
Thanks, Meng
Meng oi,
She arrived safely and on the car with the
driver. The amount she has to pay the car rental
+ driver is usd830; she doesn't have to worry
anything about the driver's food & accommodation.
Update from Vietnam: We left the pristine and
upscale beach resort of NhaTrang early this
am, but not before I took a brisk walk on the
beach front (around 5:30...the whole city was
up and either swimming or walking with the sunrise).
The hotel owner's daughter took me for a coffee
at one of the trendy new coffee shops, a favorite
of young yuppie Vietnamese...then off to buy
a small Baggett and some cheese for the 8 hour
drive to HoiAn...It was a combination of a drive
up US 1 on the Florida Gold Coast and the coastal
hwy up the California coast...with water as
azure blue as the Italian Rivera! Groves of
coconut palms, salt farms and shrimp farms,
and hectors of rice! My driver now can respond
relatively easily to requests for the toilet
and for food stops but every other question
is left to my imagination to answer...for example,
in many hamlets houses have red flags with the
gold star signifying either a Vietnam vet or
support for vets...but many towns and hamlets
have none! Oh well...at least I get to pee on
demand! We are in HoiAn...an ancient port...fantastic,
old, elegant, more later. Hugs
I think I found my Karma...HoiAn is a colonial
city more than 300 years old...many of the small
houses and shops look like they may be at least
that old. The city is crawling with French tourists
and European kids/American kids with backpacks!
There is an art gallery in every other shop...silk
shops and coffee houses are stuck in-between
the galleries! You can walk for miles...and
see something every meter! I was up at 5 to
try to get some photos while the sun was just
painting the stucco gold! The Vietnamese were
on the street eating at the small noodle shops
that lined the sidewalks...but the tourist were
not up so I had the city to myself for a short
while! I stopped at one of the ubiquitous Internet
shops...but they had no open computers...so
the owner, Jimmy Nguyenn, took me up to his
house to use his! I love this country! Anyway...I'm
off to the streets again. At 2 pm we go to Hue!
We are now in Hue, the ancient capital of Vietnam...despite
how beautiful and interesting everything is...the
poverty and attendant social disparities are
still evident. As the excitement wears off and
you see the miles of small poor rural villages
you can't avoid the dual reality that is Asia.
The guy from the Internet yesterday turned out
to be a local teacher, so we chatted about international
politics for a bit before I continued...corruption
etc is no stranger to here either. Before I
left HoiAn, I managed to get lost and rescued...I
was somehow stuck between the river and the
back of the small houses. Rather than go back
I called out "hello" and a woman came
out and ushered me thru her small house...she
looked vaguely familiar and then I noticed the
men sitting on the floor making sandals, by
the time we reached the front and a familiar
street. I realized she had tried to sell me
a pair of shoes just an hour earlier. With profuse
thanks for my rescue and equally profuse apologies
for not buying a pair of shoes...I went on my
way. I decided I needed something non-Asian
for lunch and found a little Italian bistro!
I invited an elderly gentle man to join me...who
turned out to be a Swedish Anthropologist studying
the Chuo highland peoples (who live across the
mountains of Vietnam, Cambodia and Lao! He was
delightful and we discussed the Cambodian drug
trials...he told me about an incident in Venezuela
where they had a big controversy last year over
a measles trial! Happily we both agreed on the
problems of "development" and world
savers and I had a lovely lunch. Now I am about
to take an all day boat trip...I'm in a $10
a night, 5th floor walk up...but its AC and
clean!
Hue is a major street party right now celebrating
the 30th anniversary of the "victorious"
end of the war! Interesting time to be in Vietnam.
We leave tomorrow at 6 am for the 700 Klics
to Halong Bay...and we'll probably stay 2 days
and skip Hanoi altogether! Last night I took
one of those culture boat tours on the perfume
river...3 women sang and 4 musicians ...all
who looked about as enthusiastic as the strippers
in Bangkok's Pitty Pat street...the boat was
crude and garish...plastic chairs and each pontoon
was covered with sheet metal painted to look
like dragons! But it was still fun to be on
the river...and at one point all the people
lit candles in paper lanterns and floated them
out for good fortune...and endocrinologist from
Saigon could speak English and she dragged me
to the edge of the boat to participate! It was
quite impressive to see the river lit up with
small floating lanterns! I wound up on the same
boat today (or at least its twin) for the daylong
river trip to the famous Hue Pagodas and Ming
Mang tombs! At the Pagoda, one of the relics
was the car that the Monk drove in 1963 to the
center of Saigon before getting out and setting
himself afire to protest the war! At the main
temple the monk invited me in to pray (I don't
know why I have this affinity for Asian monks)
but I did and he played a gong and cymbals while
I bowed...he didn't let any others in. I was
a bit shaken by all of this...but I must have
pissed off the gods because later on the cruise
back we sailed into a major monsoon storm and
the glass doors of the boat blew in almost hitting
one of the passengers. Then the wind picked
up and we grounded and plowed into the embankment
tearing off one of the dragonheads! We limped
back to port...with a few more memories then
we had counted on! I met a woman from Norway
(late 30's or so) who quit her job at the bank
and was embarking on her new life via a trip
to SE Asia. There was also a young couple from
Oregon who had just finished 2 years teaching
English in Taipei. When I got back the hotel
guy gave me a motor scooter ride to a local
beauty shop to get my hair washed...in Thailand
you get a neck massage, in Cambodia a good head
scrub...in Vietnam, you get both of those plus
a 15 minute full facial.... everything was going
well to one of the girls clipped off all my
finger nails! I haven't a clue why or whether
I even paid for it...but I now have clean hair,
no fingernails and it all cost $7! When I got
back Trong took me to the citadel and the old
city and palace. We agreed he would pick me
up at 8 pm. I happily wondered thru the palace
(a petit version of the forbidden city sans
the "Starbucks coffee"...) and came
out at 6pm.closing time. Since it was too early
for dinner and Trong wouldn't be back for two
hours I took a cyclo ride inside the old city
...and then back to the citadel...there is a
large square and it was full of kite vendors,
people exercising, ice-cream carts etc, so I
bought an ice cream, a kite and sat down to
wait.... my cyclo driver kept pestering me and
sort of following me around hoping I was nuts
and would eventually need him to return me to
my hotel. In the meantime a man and women pushed
their little girl over to talk to me. She was
a small 6th grader, shy and soft spoken...but
we managed to get a conversation going. Her
father worked in a shoe factory and she was
an only child. Mom stayed at home. I wound up
giving her the kite and we talked about traveling
to the moon. By now it was 7:45 and the girl's
family, my cyclo driver, a photographer for
tourists, and assorted others were worried that
I would not be picked up and had joined my little
circle of friends...after all who has a private
car to travel in! None of them would leave me...(of
course the cyclo driver was still hoping for
a late evening fare)...but 8 on the dot my white
car, not a taxi or hotel van, pulled up and
I had about 12 people to shake hands with and
bid farewell and looking both impressed and
relieved.
15 hours of driving and two bowls of Pho (Vietnamese
noodle soup) and we arrived in Halong Bay. When
I wasn't sleeping I entertained myself with
looking at these immensely ugly houses that
the Vietnamese have been building since 2001
(at least that's what the dates on some of the
roofs suggest) they will be extremely embarrassed
by these in the future. They look like 1-4 story
cement gingerbread Victorians with clock towers,
fake cupolas etc! Amazing and in all kinds of
pastels including my all time favorite, lavender
purple! We passed many Viet war memorials...villages
selling pineapples, selling coconuts...and of
course acres of arid country side and poor rural
villages. Got to go...we are here, I only saw
the fabled shapes coming in at night...creepy
in the darkness. Later! Hugs.
Probably my last e-mail from Vietnam...imagine
a place where life is so simple, you entertain
yourself by parking your motor bike along a
bridge and spend the evening looking at the
lights from Haiphong port! If HoiAn was wonderful,
Halong bay is Nirvana...each turn of the boat
was a new breathtaking vista...nothing you could
capture with a 35mm camera, nothing you can
describe! My boat was a low-end tourist junk,
probably meant to accommodate 12-16 tourists!
Of course it was only I and my 3 twenty-something
crew (a cook and souvenir seller, the mate and
the captain)...we had some English lessons and
they tried out my Bose earphones, Meatloaf and
queen CDs! Of course there had to be a small
snafu or it wouldn't be an adventure. They dropped
me at one tourist site where you can walk up
thru the cave to the top of a large island and
view the whole bay...and then meet your boat
on the other side! Well my ticket wasn't good
for this little bit of sightseeing and "no
ticket-no cross". My boat was gone but
I managed to hitch a ride on an upscale hotel
Junk. They seemed pleased to rescue me and drop
me off at the harbor on the other side of the
bay! After my unexpected arrival my crew spent
a lot of time looking at my ticket and then
took me to another spot that was included in
my fee! The weather is so humid that with the
heat and haze, much of the bay looked ghostly
until you got within range...I sat on the prow
listening to Bette Midler sing "Do You
Want to Dance"...watched large and small
junks, fishing boats and house boats glide in
and around the outcroppings as if they were
floating on air! I met a Chinese family from
Tennessee who were on a pricey tour and some
Japanese women who managed not to break a sweat!
I climbed 250 steps up one look out point and
gave up...my mother would have made it to the
top! This is indeed one of the most beautiful
places on earth and this indeed has been a wonderful
week, if only life was always this easy and
this full of new experiences...hugs
Well if you are a 4 star traveler this little
trek would not have made you happy...I didn't
just not stay in 4 stars...I stayed in NO star
hotels, ate soup off the sidewalks and rice
and pork in roadside dumps! (Not that I was
a backpacker by any stretch of the imagination,
my own car and driver certainly qualified me
for the "privileged" traveler category.)
I am so happy I did this, in fact I was depressed
all day back to Saigon on our last drive...it
didn't matter if we drove for hours and all
I had was endless country side and an occasional
Bette Middler or Meatloaf on my CD player...I
was completely at peace. Each stop was more
interesting than the one before and Halong Bay
was incredible! I adored my quiet, good-humored
driver (who was delighted I'm sure to drop me
at my last hotel and bid me goodbye so he could
get home to his wife) and think it was an incredibly
lucky match for this trip!
I climbed up the "not quite finished"
North Vietnam memorial at the DMZ and looked
over the peaceful countryside of waterways,
rice patties and farmers to the "not quite
finished" South Vietnam war memorial...and
couldn't quite figure it all out! We are back
in Nha Trang for the night...HoChi Min tomorrow
and Cambodia Sunday if all goes well. Meng...I
will call you from the bus station when I get
I, or please call my driver in the morning tomorrow,
Saturday, after 8 am and we can talk about arrangements
his number is on the email from Mai Tran
Last night in NhaTrang we stayed again with
the same folks and I was treated to dinner,
a coffee shop and breakfast! In Hue, I had to
share my room with the driver and I think I
must have frozen him to death with the AC! Oh
well...
I catch the morning bus for Phnom Penh...Meng
called today and so far Soucha has not had the
baby so I may be in time. Even with $10 dollar
hotels and $1 dollar meals, I'm broke, renewed
and happy!
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