Huey “Kingfish” Long negotiated $6 roud trip train tickets to Nashville. (Hint: He used threats.)
The ‘80s cult classic Cujo is showing at the Belcourt as part of the theater’s Midnight Movies: Pets Gone Wild series.
La Noticia, one of the leading Spanish-language newspapers in the nation, brings Spanish content to The Contributor
write in this issue about recipes, religion and rodeo clowns. Oh, and one vendor writes a letter to his 18-year-old self.
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Cathy Jennings, Chair
Tom Wills, Bruce Doeg, Demetria Kalodimos, Ann Bourland, Kerry Graham, Peter Macdonald, Amber DuVentre
Amanda Haggard • Linda Bailey • Tom Wills
• Hannah Herner • Joe Nolan • Mr. Mysterio
• Ridley Wills II • Yuri Cunza • Wild Bill •
Roger S. • John H. • David “Clinecasso” C. • Keith D. • Joey S. • Anthony G.
Joe First • Andy Shapiro • Michael Reilly •
Ann Bourland • Patti George • John Jennings
• Janet Kerwood
• Logan Ebel • Christine
Doeg • Laura Birdsall • Nancy Kirkland • Mary Smith • Andrew Smith • Ellen Fletcher
• Richard Aberdeen • Shayna Harder Wiggins • Pete MacDonald
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Longtime Contributor vendor, Sandy Tormey, passed away peacefully on Saturday, Feb. 15, surrounded by his family.
Sandy sold The Contributor downtown at 4th and Commerce and in front of his church, Nashville First Baptist Church at 7th and Broadway. Sandy deeply loved his family, his church community and all of his loyal customers downtown.
All of us at The Contributor are saddened by Sandy’s passing. We will miss his huge heart, profound thoughtfulness, and warm smile.
When I think of Sandy, I remember how he cared for his wife Elizabeth after she had a major health crisis. I remember how much he loved his kids and how excited he was when he found out he was going to be a grandfather. I remember how
strongly he felt his faith in God and how much he loved his church. In fact, I went back to read the first vendor spotlight we did on him in 2012 and he said that he moved to Nashville on a Friday and started going to Nashville First Baptist Church on Sunday. The community he found there meant a lot to him, and I think he meant a lot to the members there as well.
Whenever I’d see Sandy, he would always ask how I was doing. I’ll remember Sandy as someone who had a constant pleasantness. One that wasn’t dependant on current circumstances, but that came from a deep appreciation of life and the people he had around him. It was a joy to see Sandy walk up the steps to our office to buy papers and check in.
Charles Walter Stansby Williams (1886–1945), the editor of the following selections, is today probably the third most famous of the famous Inklings literary group of Oxford, England, which existed in the middle of the 20th century, and which included among its ranks the better-known and longer-lived Oxford Dons J.R.R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis—but he was arguably the most precocious and well-read of this eminent and intellectually fertile group. He was also known to have influenced Dorothy Sayers, T. S. Eliot and W. H. Auden. Lacking a proper degree unlike his fellow Inklings, this genius Cockney-speaking author, editor, critic, and playwright was eminently well-versed in both philosophical and theological writings of the remote past as of the present day (the mid-20th century) and used this familiarity to good effect in his poetry, supernatural fiction and his lesser-known devotional selections designed for the spiritual benefit of the faithful in the Church of England. This series of profound quotations, encompassing all walks of life, follows the sequence of the themes and Bible readings anciently appointed for contemplation throughout the church's year, beginning with Advent (i.e., December) and ending in November, and reaches far beyond the pale of the philosophical and theological discussions of his day. It was under his hand, for instance, that some of the first translations of Kierkegaard were made available to the wider public. It is hoped that the readings reproduced here will prove beneficial for any who read them, whatever their place in life's journey. — Matthew Carver
SORROW for sin and sorrow for suffering are ofttimes so twisted and interwoven in the same person, yea, in the same sigh and groan, that sometimes it is impossible for the party himself so to separate and divide them in his own sense and feeling, as to know which proceeds from the one and which from the other. Only the all-seeing eye of an infinite God is able to discern and distinguish them.
Thomas
Fuller:A Wounded Conscience.
. . . THE trust by which this woman was tried is: to love her Saviour more than her sin. Ah, there was perhaps one who loved Christ more than father and mother and gold and goods and honour and reputation, and yet loved his sin more than his Saviour, loved it, not in the sense of willing to remain in it, to continue to sin, but in the sense of not being quite willing to confess it. Frightful this is in a sense, but it is true, and every one who has merely some little knowledge of the human heart can verify it: there is nothing to which a man holds so desperately fast as to his sin.
Kierkegaard: Three Discourses at the Communion on FridaysMY will, therefore, He took to Himself, my grief. In confidence I call it grief, because I preach His Cross. Mine is the will which he called His own, for as man He bore my grief, and man He spake, and therefore said, "Not as I will but as Thou wilt." Mine was the grief, and mine the heaviness with which He bore it, for no man exults when at the point to die. With me and for me He suffers, for me He is sad, for me He is heavy. In my stead, therefore, and in me He grieved Who had no cause to grieve for Himself.
St Ambrose: Of the Faith
BLESSED whoso loveth thee, and his friend in thee, and his enemy for thee. For he alone loses none dear to him, to whom all are dear in him who cannot be lost . . . Thee none loseth but who leaveth.
JESUS, while his disciples slept, wrought their salvation. He has wrought that of each of the righteous while they slept, both in their nothingness before their birth and in their sins after their birth.
Pascal: Pensées.
HE seeth all our living here a penance, for kind loving in us is to him age-lasting penance in us; which penance he worketh in us, and mercifully he helpeth us to bear it . . . For this penance goeth never from us till what time that we be fulfilled.
Juliana of Norwich: Revelations of Divine Love
ALTHOUGH Christ died as man, and His holy soul was separated from His spotless body, nevertheless His Godhead remained unseparated from both—from the soul and from the body.
St John Damascene: On the Faith
. . . THE justice of God is subtle, as searching, as unsearchable; and oftentimes punishes sins of omission, with other sins, actual sins, and makes their laziness, who are slack in doing that they should, and occasion of doing that they should not.
Donne: Sermons
WHEREIN I find you, there I will judge you.
Apocryphal Sayings, quoted by Justin Martyr.
MEN perish with whispering sins, nay with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience they are sins, as often as with crying sins: and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.
Donne: Sermons
LONG I mistook seeing the end for being in the way. Patmore: Life.
THE Christ of God was not then first crucified when the Jews brought Him to the cross; but Adam and Eve were His first real murderers; for the death which happened to them in the day that they did eat of the earthly tree was the death of the Christ of God or the divine life in their souls. For Christ had never come into the world as a second Adam to redeem it, had He not been originally the life and perfection and glory of the first Adam.
William Law: The Spirit of Love
WHAT is Christ but the death of the body, the breath of life? And so let us die with Him that we may live with him. Let there then be in us as it were a daily practice and inclination to dying, that by this separation from bodily desires of which we have spoken, our soul may learn to withdraw itself, and . . . may take upon herself the likeness of death, that she incur not the penalty of death.
St Ambrose: On the Death of Satyrus
OUR Lord wishes to reveal what He is; Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on Me, hath everlasting life. As if He said; He that believeth on Me hath Me: but what is it to have Me? It is to have eternal life: for the Word which was in the beginning with God is life eternal, and the life was the light of men. Life underwent death, that life might kill death.
St Augustine, quoted in Aquinas: Catena Aurea.
. . . EVERYTHING the good man is suffering through God he is suffering in God, and in suffering my suffering in God, God is my suffering, my suffering God.
Eckhart: The Book of Benedictus
DOST thou wish that it always cost Me the blood of My humanity, without thy shedding tears?
Pascal: Pensées
Sponsored by Matthew Carver, publisherALL angels, all saints, all the devils, all the world shall know all the deeds that ever thou didest, though thou have been shriven of them and contrite. But this knowledge shall be no shame to thee if that thou be saved, but rather a worship, right as we read of the deeds of Mary Magdalene to her worship and not to her reproof.
Middle English SermonsTHE enticement of earthly lusts creeps in and the outflow of vanities takes hold of the mind, so that the very thing which you desire to avoid you think upon and turn over in your mind. It is difficult for a man to guard against this; to escape it altogether is impossible. For our heart is not in our own power, and our thoughts suddenly stream forth and confound our mind and reason, and draw us in directions other than we purposed. Who, indeed, among the many passions of this body, among the many enticements of this world, can walk securely and purely? The eye looks, and the sentiment of the mind is deflected; the ear hears, and the resolution is perverted; the sense of smell acts and hinders thought; we touch and take fire.
St Ambrose: De Fuga
WE seek truth in ourselves, in our neighbours, and in its own nature: in ourselves, judging ourselves; in our neighbours, sympathizing with their ills; in its own nature, contemplating with a pure heart.
St Bernard: The Steps of Humility
DESIRE never does anything else but pursue and flee; and whenever Desire pursues what it should, and as far as it should, a man keeps within the limits of his perfection. This Desire, however, must be ridden by Reason . . . Reason, like a good horseman, directs Desire with bridle and spur. It uses the bridle when desire is pursuing (and this bridle is called Temperance, which prescribes the limits up to which pursuit may be carried); it uses the spur when Desire flees, in order to turn it back to the spot from which it wishes to flee (and this spur is called Courage or Magnanimity, the virtue which points out the spot where we ought to take out stand and to fight).
Dante: Convivio
I LOVE because I love; I love in order to love.
St Bernard: On the Song of Songs
THE very toys of all toys, and vanities of vanities, (those ancient favourites of mine) were they which so fast withheld me; they plucked softly at this fleshly garment, and spake softly in mine ears: Canst thou thus part with us? And shall we no more accompany thee from his time for ever? And from this time forth shall it no more be lawful for thee to do this or that for ever? . . . And now I much less than half heard them, nor now so freely contradicting me face to face, but muttering as it were softly behind my back, and giving me a privy pluck as I went from them that I might look once more back: yet for all this as I hesitated they did hold me back from snatching away myself, and shaking them off, and leaping from them to the place I was called unto; for violent custom thus rounded me in the ear: Thinkest thou to be ever able to live without all that?
But by this time it spake very faintly.
St Augustine: Confessions
The paper you just paid for was bought by someone else first, otherwise it wouldn’t exist. That’s how The Contributor works. A vendor who experienced homelessness paid 50 cents for this paper and then sold it to you. By buying it and taking it with you, you’ve just encouraged that vendor to buy another. BOOM! That’s the solution. Now keep reading. This paper has something to say to you.
Street papers provide income for the homeless and initiate a conversation about homelessness and poverty. In 2007, The Contributor founders met at the Nashville Public Library downtown to form one. In a strike of lightning we named it The Contributor to infer that our vendors were “contributors to society,” while their customers could contribute to their work. But, thunder from lighting is always delayed …
It took three years, but Nashville embraced us like no other city in the world. The Contributor became the largest selling street paper per-capita on the globe. And today 50 percent of our six months or longer tenured vendors have found housing. BOOM! The thunder has struck.
The Contributor is a different kind of nonprofit social enterprise. We don’t serve meals or provide emergency shelter. We don’t hire people in poverty to create products or provide a service. Rather, we sell newspapers to homeless people who work for themselves. We train them to sell those papers to you, keep the money they earn, and buy more when they need to replace their stock.
Our biggest fans don’t always get this. Like lightning without the thunder, they see the humanity of the vendor but misunderstand the model. Case in point: In 2013 during a funding crunch, a representative of one of Nashville’s biggest foundations exclaimed, “I’m such a big fan that I never take the paper!” We responded, “Well, that’s why we are in a funding crunch.” BOOM! Thunder was heard. Taking the paper makes our model work — not taking it breaks it.
And selling the paper twice doesn’t just fund the paper, it funds housing and change. BOOM! Our vendors report their sales to qualify for subsidized housing and even for standard housing deposits and mortgages. They don’t consider your buying the paper a “donation.” It is a sale. When they sell out, they buy more and build the paper trail of a profitable business. Until making these sales, many of our vendors had never experienced the satisfaction of seeing their investment pay off. And when it does, it liberates! They have become “contributors” to their own destiny. And Nashville has become a city of lightning and thunder. BOOM!
Now that you are a SUPPORTER , become an ADVOCATE or a MULTIPLIER
You are already a SUPPORTER because you know that taking the paper makes the model work. You bought the paper and you are reading it. Now your vendor is one copy closer to selling out, which is exciting!
Now you can become an ADVOCATE when you introduce your friends to your favorite vendor, follow us and share our content on social media, contact us when you witness a vendor in distress or acting out of character, or explain why others should pick up a copy and always take the paper when they support a vendor.
And, you can become a MULTIPLIER when you advocate for us AND directly donate to us or become an advertiser or sponsor of The Contributor. Our income stream is made of 50-cent- at-a-time purchases made from our vendors, matched by contributions, ad sales and sponsorships from multipliers like you. Because our vendors are business owners, your donations are seed-money investments in their businesses and multiply in their pockets. Every donated dollar multiplies four-to-seven times as profits in the pockets of our vendors. Thanks for contributing.
El periódico que usted acaba de pagar fue primeramente comprado por alguien mas, de otra manera no existiría. Así es como funciona The Contributor. Un vendedor que está sin hogar pagó 50 centavos por este periódico y después se lo vendió a usted. Al comprarlo y llevarlo con usted, usted animo a este vendedor a comprar otro. BOOM! Esa es la solución. Ahora continúe leyendo. Este periódico tiene algo que decirle. Los periódicos vendidos en la calle proveen ingresos para las personas sin hogar e inicia una conversación sobre lo que es la falta de vivienda y la pobreza. En el 2007, los fundadores de The Contributor se reunieron en una librería pública en Nashville para formar uno. Y como golpe de un rayo, le llamamos The Contributor para dar a entender que nuestros vendedores eran “contribuidores para la sociedad,” mientras que los consumidores podrían contribuir a su trabajo. Pero, el trueno siempre tarda más que el rayo. Nos llevó tres años, pero Nashville nos acogió como ninguna otra ciudad en el mundo. The Contributor se volvió uno de los periódicos de calle más vendido en el globo. Y hoy el 50 por ciento de nuestros seis meses o más de nuestros vendedores titulares han encontrado casa. BOOM! Ha llegado el trueno.
JENNINGSThe Contributor es una empresa social sin fines de lucro muy diferente. Nosotros no servimos comida or proveemos alojo de emergencia. No contratamos gente en pobreza para crear productos or proveer un servicio. En vez, nosotros vendemos periódicos a las personas sin hogar para que ellos trabajen por ellos mismos. Nosotros los entrenamos como vendedores, ellos se quedan el dinero que se ganan, y ellos pueden comprar más cuando necesiten reabastecer su inventario.
Nuestros mas grandes aficionados no entienden esto. Como un rayo sin trueno, ellos ven la humanidad de el vendedor pero no comprenden el modelo. Un ejemplo: En el 2013 durante un evento de recaudación de fondos, uno de los representantes de una de las fundaciones más grandes de Nashville, exclamó: “Soy un gran aficionado, y es por eso que nunca me llevo el periódico.” Al cual nosotros respondimos: “Y es por esa razón por la cual estamos recaudando fondos.” BOOM! Y se escuchó el trueno! El pagar por el periódico y llevárselo hace que nuestro sistema funcione, el no llevarse el periódico rompe nuestro sistema.
Y el vender el papel dos veces no da fondos para el periódico, pero da fondos para casas y causa cambio. BOOM! Nuestros vendedores reportan sus ventas para calificar para alojamiento subvencionado y hasta para una casa regular, depósitos e hipotecas. Ellos no consideran el que usted compre el periódico como una “contribución” pero más lo consideran como una venta. Cuando se les acaba, ellos compran mas y asi logran establecer un negocio rentable. Hasta que lograron hacer estas ventas, muchos de nuestros vendedores nunca habían experimentado el placer de ver una inversión generar ganancias. Y cuando logran hacer esto, da un sentido de Liberación! Ellos se han vuelto contribuidores de su propio destino, y Nashville la ciudad de el trueno y el rayo. BOOM!
Ahora que te has vuelto nuestro SEGUIDOR, vuelve te en un ABOGADO o un MULTIPLICADOR. Ya eres nuestro SEGUIDOR, porque sabes que al llevarte este periódico sabes que esto hace que nuestro modelo funcione. Compraste el papel y lo estas leyendo. Ahora nuestro vendedor está a una copia más cerca de venderlos todos. Que emoción!
Ahora que te has vuelto nuestro ABOGADO cuando presentes a tus amigos a tu vendedor favorito, siguenos y comparte nuestro contenido en social media, contactanos cuando seas testigo de un vendedor actuando de manera extraña o fuera de carácter. O explicale a tus amigos porque ellos deben de llevarse el periódico cuando ayuden a un vendedor.
Te puedes volver un MULTIPLICADOR cuando abogues por nosotros, Y directamente dones a nosotros o te vuelvas un anunciador o patrocinador de The Contributor. Nuestra fuente de ingresos consiste en ventas de 50 centavos hechas por nuestros vendedores, igualadas por contribuciones, venta de anuncios, y patrocinios de multiplicadores como usted. Porque nuestros vendedores son dueños de negocios, las donaciones que den son dinero que es invertido y multiplicado en sus bolsas. Cada dólar donado se multiplica de cuatro a siete veces en la bolsa de nuestros vendedores.
Gracias por Contribuir.
In 1934, United States senator and former governor of Louisiana Huey “Kingfi sh” Long decided to take all 1,500 cadets at Louisiana State University to Nashville for the football game on Oct. 27 between the LSU Tigers and the Vanderbilt Commodores.
He said his interest in doing so was his admiration for Vanderbilt’s heralded coach, Dan McGugin, who would retire at the end of the 1934 season. Long said that McGugin and Russ Cohen, an assistant coach at Vanderbilt, helped LSU out when the state university was about to get kicked out of the Southern Conference, and “I’m gonna help them as much as I can.”
The Kingfi sh also knew that the trip would advertise LSU and Huey Long. He called the traffic manager of the Illinois Central Railroad, which controlled the greater part of the route to Nashville. He told the man he was taking several thousand LSU students to Nashville for a football game and wanted a reasonable round-trip rate. The man replied that the rates were set and the fare would have to be $19 a person. The Kingfi sh said “Th at’s too much. I’ll give you $6 per person.” Scorning to deal further with underlings, Long called the railroad president in Chicago and told him he wanted a cheap rate to Nashville and back.
Long casually mentioned that the Illinois Central owned bridges in Louisiana are worth much more than they were assessed. It was quite possible, he said, that the Louisiana Tax Commission could decide to assess these properties at their true value. The next day, the railroad president called Long and told him he could have the $6 rate. The railroad’s senior management team had no doubt but that Huey would follow through on his threat if they failed to comply. Privately, they were furious, but realized that it would be smart to please the powerful Long. Huey was euphoric. He called James Monroe Smith, the president of LSU and told him to cancel classes on Oct. 27.
Th e LSU contingent would travel to Nashville in six separate trains, each with 14 cars, and each painted a different eye-catching color. On the sides of the cars were signs proclaiming “Hurrah for Huey.”
One of the Kingfi sh’s prides were the 1,500 LSU cadets. He invited all of them to, for $7, ride in the “red” train, one of six trains he commandeered to take an estimated 5,000 LSU fans and students to the game. To ensure that the cadet corp would look good in Nashville, Senator Long bought each one of them a new, gray uniform. For those who could not afford to pay the $7 fare, he loaned them the money. In the second car, called the white train, rode the Kingfi sh with his wife, a son and a few friends. Each of the six trains had a kitchen car that served sandwiches and coffee. The
Kingfi sh allowed no drinking on the trip. To enforce this and to provide order on the trains, where the boys sat up all night, and in Nashville Huey took along 25 armed Louisiana State police who walked through each car throughout the trip to make sure nobody went wild. Th is caused a problem because Louisiana State police were not legally able to act as policemen in Tennessee. To solve this, the Tennessee Game and Fish Commission deputized them as game wardens as soon as they arrived in Nashville.
A third car carried the 125-piece Louisiana State Band. Because none of the members had a banjo, the Kingfi sh ordered the train master to telegraph the mayor of Vicksburg to put a banjo player aboard when the band train reached that city. As an afterthought, Huey said to the station master, “I would sort of like a pair of fiddlers too.” Huey then sent for a singer, already aboard. When the young man in a jersey appeared, The Kingfi sh said to him: “You say you sing for a living.” Before the frightened boy could respond, Senator Long answered his own question, saying, “Well, it depends on how well you sing how long you will live.” Just before boarding the white train, Huey was asked if he would use the occasion to announce his candidacy for president of the United States in 1936 on his “share-the-wealth” platform.
He said that, if he ran for president, it would probably be for president of Mexico. He also turned down an invitation to speak on behalf of Tennessee Democratic candidates. He said he did not have time, but he said he planned to speak at the game, but refused to say what his subject would be. Before leaving Baton Rouge, Long had dispatched sound trucks to Nashville as an advance guard. Obviously, he was going to speak somewhere.
At 9 a.m. on Oct. 27, Long led a parade in downtown Nashville, stopping at all the major hotels. Accompanying him were Nashville’s mayor, Hilary E. Howe, and Vanderbilt coach Dan McGugin. Behind them came the 150-member LSU marching band.
Before the afternoon game in Dudley Field before 20,000 football fans, the 1,500 member LSU cadet corps marched on the field in their handsome gray uniforms and, at halftime, Huey gave a brief talk, surrounded by his sound trucks. McGugin introduced him as, “the All American football rooter of all time.” In his talk he said that, except for LSU and Tulane, Vanderbilt was his favorite team.
Th at afternoon, LSU administered Vanderbilt its worst defeat in 14 years, winning 29 to 0. Outclassed, the Commodores never passed the LSU 22-yard line, completed only four of eighteen passes, and gained only 25 yards rushing. LSU’s running backs, Michael and Fatherree couldn’t be stopped. Huey was full of himself.
Huey Long never ran for president. In September 1935 in the State Capitol building in Baton Rouge, Huey was confronted by a man who came out from behind a pillar in the corridor. He brushed by security guards, and, when within a few feet of Senator Long, pulled out a small pistol and shot Long. The man’s name was Carl Adam Weiss. He was immediately gunned down by Long’s security guards, who pumped 30 bullets in his lifeless body.
Th irty hours after he was shot and slightly more than a week after he passed his 42nd birthday, Huey Long died. It was Monday afternoon, Sept. 10, 1934. Most of those near his deathbed heard him say just before dying, “God, don’t let me die. I have so much to do.”
When a person experiencing homelessness is discharged from the hospital after a surgery or serious illness, they might not have a safe place indoors to rest and heal. This summer, the Village at Glencliff hopes to provide that space.
Twelve tiny structures will provide medical respite for up to 14 people. It’s the first phase of the village, located onsite at Glencliff United Methodist Church in the South Nashville area. Plans were officially announced in March 2017 and in the end, there will be 22 tiny homes on property.
Ingrid McIntyre, Village at Glencliff’s executive director and co-founder of Open Table Nashville, spent the last 10 years doing homeless outreach. She and her coworkers have helped get hundreds of people into housing, and seen hundreds more die preventable deaths.
“We were thinking about, ‘who do we want to serve?’ and it seemed like the most vulnerable folks were those who would come out of the hospital after major surgery and not have a good place to
recuperate,” she says. “And we were losing quite a few folks that way.”
The National Health Care for the Homeless Council defines medical respite as “short-term residential care that allows individuals experiencing homelessness the opportunity to rest in a safe environment while accessing medical care and other supportive services.” It’s for people too ill to recover on the streets, but not ill enough to stay in a hospital. The emphasis is on making stays short, and moving people out and into permanent housing, McIntyre says.
People who stay at the village will be referred by hospital professionals. It’s a natural partnership, McIntyre says, because the issues of housing and healthcare are so intertwined. Housing ensures that the person who received the medical care has the best chance at recovering fully, surviving. McIntyre says they’re planning to have a care coordinator on staff at the village and medical partners brought in as needed.
There are plenty of tiny villages across the country, but most of them aren’t on church property, McIntyre says.
Nashville is actually home to two — the other is Infinity Village located at Green Street Church of Christ. Green Street is a bit different in that it’s not focused on respite care. There are plenty of medical respites around the country, too, but most don’t have their own designated village. Some cities just rent out a couple of hotel rooms to serve as medical respite, McIntyre says.
Chairman of Glencliff UMC’s trustees, Valerie Stringer, says the vote to provide space for Open Table Nashville’s project was nearly unanimous.
“When Open Table moved in and we were in partnership with them, it’s like God’s hands were all over it,” Stringer says. “They needed a place to build the tiny village and we were looking for a ministry. So it was just a win-win for everybody.”
The church congregation was on board, but some neighbors weren’t. They brought a case to try and cancel the zoning permissions to build the homes. The neighbors appealed it all the way up to to the Tennessee Supreme Court, after which it cannot be appealed any further
Per Open Table Nashville’s mission statement, one of the organization’s main objectives is to, “disrupt cycles of poverty.” That’s what McIntyre hopes to do with this project. McIntyre is focusing all of her attention on the Village at Glencliff, fundraising bit by bit. Roughly 25 percent of funds raised so far came from individuals, another 25 percent from faith communities and 50 percent from private foundations.
“Once you’ve had a relationship with somebody that has gone through an experience of trying to heal outside, or even just trying to survive outside — once you’ve had that experience, I don’t think it’s a question of ‘what keeps you going?’ anymore. It’s that there are inequities that are just completely unjust,” she says. “This is just about survival.”
Those interested in touring The Village at Glencliff should contact Ingrid at Ingrid@opentablenashville.org and put “visit the village” in the subject line. Donations are accepted online at otn.kindful.com as well. Two of the tiny homes are still in need of a financial sponsor.
Stephen King’s killer dog tale, Cujo, hit the strip mall theater screens in 1983, a full eight years after summer audiences got scared out of the water by Jaws. This story about a rabid Saint Bernard wasn’t a blockbuster success like Spielberg’s shark flick, but it’s one of the best King adaptations in a bibliography that’s been relentlessly adapted for screens big and small. Cujo also reminded audiences that real world monsters — sharks or rabid dogs, in real world settings like beaches and rural mechanic’s shops — can be as terrifying as their supernatural counterparts.
Cujo introduces viewers to the Trenton family, Vic and Donna are on the verge of a breakup, and their sensitive son Tad is the cute confused kid stuck in the middle. To make matters worse the Pinto keeps acting up and that means trips to the backyard garage of Joe
Camber, a rural mechanic who has a sweet brute of a dog named Cujo. When Vic leaves town on a work trip Donna and Tad have to take the Pinto to Joe’s for repairs. But all they find at the Camber house is Cujo transformed into a hulking, frothing killer by a rabies infection.
My heart is literally beating faster just writing about this film. While Cujo only has
moderate Rotten Tomatoes’ scores, its cult following is full of true believers: Simon Brown notes, in Screening Stephen King: Adaptation and the Horror Genre in Film and Television, that Cujo is the first King adaptation to highlight King as a “creator,” and to begin the branding of the author’s film and television adaptations as something beyond the
horror genre. Cujo is a survival story about a mother and her son long before anybody had done any focus group testing on “strong female protagonists.” It’s ostensibly a real-life monster movie, but it’s scripted and shot like a psychological thriller about a mom pushed to the brink by a primal threat.
Like many films of the 1980s, Cujo parlayed decent box office receipts into a second life on VHS tape and on pioneering cable television movie channels. I don’t know how many times I watched Cujo as a teenager in the 1980s, but I can’t recall ever turning it off before it was over. Cujo has a simple plot, and some viewers probably mistake that for a lack of sophistication, but Cujo is intensely scary and Dee Wallace’s mom-gone-wild turn as Donna Trenton is emblematic of an era noted for masterful female lead horror performances.
Wallace is best known as Elliot’s mom in E.T. the Extraterrestrial, but she’s also a star in one of the best werewolf films of all times, The Howling (1981). I’ve always argued that Cujo also reads like a werewolf film: Cujo is sweet boy number one when we first see his adorable mop head at the beginning of the film, but an infection turns him into a murderous beast that must be killed no matter how much we love the animal that’s gone full beast mode. Again, Cujo intends to be — and mostly is — a thriller. It’s consciously a movie that trades on psychological terror, but Cujo’s shadow self is a blood-and-slobber genre film about a shape-shifting canine.
Cujo screens at the Belcourt Theatre on Friday, March 6 as part of a domesticated-animal-centric program called Midnight Movies: Pets Gone Wild. In addition to Cujo on Friday night the Belcourt will be showing Cats at midnight on Saturday.
Go to www.belcourt.org for info and tickets
“The Contributor” está trabajando con uno de los principales periódicos en español La Noticia para llevar contenido a más lectores en Middle Tennessee. Nuestros vendedores de periódicos han pedido durante mucho tiempo que nuestra publicación incluya contenido que apele al interés de residentes de habla hispana en nuestra comunidad.
La reforma migratoria es un imperativo económico, pero ahora también se ha convertido en un tema que los candidatos a la presidencia, por lo menos en uno de los dos partidos politicos dominantes no dejan pasar por desapercibido mientran intentan conquistar el voto, especialmente y principalment, hispano
Nuestra comunidad y el futuro que conlleva, necesita de una decisión política muy importante en nuestro país, pues muy pronto seremos la mayoría minoritaria
No sólo eso, una gran presión existe, debido a que un gran número de empresas y ciudadanos de todo el país aún continúan exigiendo a sus legisladores en la Cámara de Representantes de EE UU y el Senado, que ayuden a reparar nuestro sistema de inmigración obsoleto Siento un gran orgullo de ser uno de
los muchos residentes en Tennessee, que apoyan publicamente, una Reforma de Inmigración, y no me cansaré de pedir a nuestro Congreso que actué de inmediato y apruebe una reforma migratoria justa
Aunque a veces lo parezca, no estamos solos, ya que una gran coalición
So y residente per manente. Hice una solicitud de ajuste de status para mi hija de 7 años a fin de que pueda e n t re v i s t a rs e e n E s t a d o s U n i d o s USCIS rechazó la solicitud porque ella está aquí ile galmente Entró al país le galmente, pero se quedó La carta de denegación decía que mi hija debía salir del país inmediatamente ¿Cuales son nuestras opciones?
Puede mandar a su hija a su entrevista de tar jeta verde en un consulado de Estados Unidos en su país de origen o, si u s t e d s e h a c e c i u d a d a n o e s t adounidense, puede pedir otra ve z que le hagan la entrevista aquí
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de amplia base, integrada por los principales grupos pro-empresariales, incluyendo la Cámara de Comercio de EE UU (USHCC), Asociación para una Nueva Economía Americana, Business Roundtable, American Farm Bureau Federation, y la Asociación Nacional de Fabricantes, a traves de conferencias de prensa y comunicados subrayan nuestro llamado a una acción inmediata del Congreso
Todos estos esfuerzos ponen en relieve el mensaje de innumerables voces estadounidenses , de los principales directores ejecutivos y las asociaciones empresariales, los agricultores y los fabricantes, líderes religiosos y comunitarios, todos, quienes reconocemos la enorme necesidad económica de una reforma migratoria
Para las industrias y empresas en todo
los Estados Unidos, los inmigrantes juegan un papel vital en el llenado de puestos de trabajo, impulsando la creación de empleo, y fomentando el crecimiento económico a largo plazo
Nuestros empresarios inmigrantes crean millones de empleos para estadounidenses nacidos aquí Los inmigrantes son importantes para las empresas que no pueden llenar puestos de trabajo disponibles Aún así, sólo el 7% de todas las visas se asignan a ayudar a las empresas a llenar puestos específicos, pero en otros países, esta puede llegar hasta el 50% Límites arbitrarios tienen como objetivo hacer que sea difícil para empleadores cubrir puestos temporales de alta calificación
No tenemos visas para reconocer y premiar las destrezas empresariales de los inmigrantes Los inmigrantes están inventando productos que ayudarán a impulsar la innovación estadounidense en las próximas décadas
Por desgracia, nuestro sistema de inmigración no puede retener a estos inventores y empresarios que se gradúan de las universidades estadounidenses, enviándolos más bien de regreso a otros países para competir contra nosotros, cosa que realmente no tiene mucho sentido
Nuestra voz hispana, refleja la de muchos estadounidenses que saben que podemos ayudar a asegurar una futura prosperidad económica para el beneficio de todos, si es que nos sacan de las sombras mediante la aprobación de una reforma migratoria justa Pero no sólo lo digamos aquí, hagámoslo efectivo con nuestro voto
a d e l a ción, los derechos de guardar silencio y on un abogado fueron denominados s Miranda luego de la decisión de la Corte de Justicia de Estados Unidos en Miranda vs Arizona 384 U S 436, de 1966
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When do you rest, Pisces? I mean, sure, you take a day off. You catch up on emails and housework and take the cat to the vet and get the oil changed. Then you collapse in bed and fall asleep watching The Great British Bake Off. It’s not exactly work, but I wouldn’t call it rest. So when do you take time to be quiet? Maybe be alone? Maybe be still? You don’t have to do it right now, but I would like you to block it off in your calendar. Find an hour or 30 minutes where you can just rest.
James Bond drove an Aston Martin. Mad Max drove a Ford Falcon. Marty McFly drove a Delorean. St. Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland. Whatever you’re driving, Aries, remember to check in every once in a while and make sure it’s pointed in the right direction. I know you’re all about the journey, but you still need to pick a destination. Then you can look out the windows the whole way there.
The 1954 Japanese film Godzilla, is usually considered the first Kaiju film. Kaiju are, of course, the giant monsters that come from the seas or the mountains or the air and attack cities or just generally make a mess of things while attacking each other. We make these movies, Taurus, because our problems seem so large and unstoppable and indifferent. When we look from the perspective of the monsters, we all seem so small and inconsequential. But after we watch the Kaiju movies, Taurus, it’s important to look each other in the face at eye-level and know that together, we can matter, and together, we can win.
What’s in a jellyfish, Gemini? Like, what are they made of? I see pictures of them floating around in the ocean seeming to fly on those boneless, skinless wings.
But I can see right through them. They’ve got no beating heart, no eyes, no teeth, not even a brain to wonder what they’re made of. The weird thing is, Gemini, that at the most basic level, they’re made of the same stuff as you and me. I know it’s cliché, but we are all connected and that includes your brother-in-law and the tulip poplar in your yard and a jellyfish. Look for the connections today.
My healthcare plan generally consists of going for a walk down the street a few times a week to check my blood pressure on the machine at the grocery store pharmacy. It’s no platinum plan, but I get by. Whatever you’re doing to take care of yourself this week, Cancer, I think it’s a good time to back up and get a little more of a bird’s eye view. You’re doing some good things day to day — just back up and see where that fits into your bigger plan.
I tend to put things off until the last minute, Leo, so this time of year I try to stay really busy watching Star Wars cartoons and organizing my old comic books instead of sitting down and doing my taxes. But I wonder, Leo, if there’s a better way. What if I got my taxes done today? What if I didn’t push the deadline this time? Maybe then I could move on to the next real project. My comic books might not be so well organized, but I could be well on my way to where I want to be.
Last night I was late to my shift at Wandering Hills Super Video and Tan. It was raining and all the close parking spaces were taken up by a bachelorette party next door at the The Swaying Palm Oyster Bar. As I was walking from my car, getting drenched, I thought about how my body
is mostly made of water and that the water pelting my skin is the same water that’s been cycling around the earth for millenia. The water on my skin was the same as the water inside my skin. And just as one of those bachelorettes started a karaoke version of “Wonderwall,” I achieved, only briefly, peace. Look for those moments this week, Virgo.
The year I was born, the population of the earth was about 4.2 billion. If I live to a ripe old age, the global population is predicted to be around 10.4 billion. That’s a lot of people for this little ball to hold onto. What are you doing to get the world ready for all the people coming next, Libra? How will the world they arrive in be a better place because of you? Don’t stress it, Libra. Do the things you’re best at and the world will get the rewards.
I’ve never broken a bone and I hope I never do, but I have always wanted a cast. A cast is a great invention because it holds everything in place while you have time to heal. But a cast is also nice because it lets people know what’s going on with you. You may not always want to tell people the ways that you’re hurting, Scorpio. Maybe you think you’ll heal better if you just don’t draw attention to the problem. But I think this might be a good time to signal, at least to those of us who love you most, just exactly where things broke. Don’t be afraid to let us know you got hurt. We’ll do what we can to help, but also we may just want to add our names to the list of people who care.
Sometimes the thing you’re afraid of is right in front of you. Maybe it’s a person who’s angry. Maybe it’s a box of receipts you don’t want to sort. But more often, the things we’re not looking at that we’re afraid of. The things that might happen. The stuff we can imagine how we’d get into but can’t imagine how we’d get out. My suggestion, Sagittarius, is that you take a few deep breaths. Try to clear your mind of those possibilities. Now look back at that stack of receipts in front of you and start sorting.
The ancient Greeks believed that jealousy came from producing too much bile. The surplus would show up in the skin and might turn one “green with envy.” We usually think of envy as simply wanting what somebody else has, but I think it’s often as closely related to our own unrealized potential. We see what they did — what we know we could do if we didn’t let so much get in the way — and we resent them for having what we feel should be ours. It’s exhausting, Capricorn, and it makes you a little bit green.
Did you remember to put the big blanket in the dryer, Aquarius? You’re probably gonna have to run it more than once. Actually, I’d recommend taking it out and turning it around every 30 minutes or so. And don’t let it go too long or it starts to get that melty smell. Actually, Aquarius, just let me do it. I’m obviously more concerned about this than you are and I think there are some things you could be doing that are more important to you.
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oh to be a rodeo clown wearing a smile happy upside down willing to protect the the cowboys there in baggy pants so savoir faire all the time is valuable you see a rodeo clown I’d love to be once upon a time I found a dollar not a dime my per diem carpe diem I heard you won a Pulitzer Prize! no thanks what’s for supper
Some people think about the past, yes I have really been there Made a few mistakes along the way Devil has kicked their ass now I have a lot better days That sells like a living hell
Did time, now peace of mind Reading the big book, took a look Said find God right now and turn your life around Don’t stay out all night Drive the car drunk from the bar Won’t no doubt that’s right Some people change their crazy ways And health is really our wealth What we all will say Wanna live a lot more years Did time, now peace of mind Reading the big book, took a look Said find God right now and turn your life around What really been working on No hangovers
Now sober I’ll say Have a blessed day
If the doctor said in two months it’s over for you You’re so far from God, what you gonna do I’m sure a Godly attitude will start forming Thank God, at least you got a warning
I guess the worst I can see is a person who don’t believe Dying, knowing judgement is near, don’t care what they recieve It’s people like this I pray for each day and say God please change this heart before we end the day
One of the oldest songs in the English language, fi rst sung around 1260, is a little ditty called, “Summer is A-Comin Soon.” Well, summer is a-comin soon and this recipe, which I’ve enjoyed for over half a century, is perfect for those hot days when you want to keep time at the stove to a minimum.
You will need:
• 16oz box medium shell pasta
• 6 boiled eggs, chopped
• 6, 5oz cans of chunk lite tuna, drained
• 8oz can early peas, drained
• 4oz onion, chopped small
• 4oz bell pepper, chopped small
• Pint of cherry tomatoes, all cut in half (preferably garden-grown and as many colors/varieties as possible)
• Roughly half of a 30oz jar of Miracle Whip mayo
Boil shell pasta in a 1 gallon pot with 2 tablespoons of salt. The slightly over-salted water will aid in seasoning the entire dish.
It is IMPORTANT to boil the pasta 2 minutes less than the al-dente instructions on the box. For example, if it says 9 minutes, only cook 7 minutes.
When pasta is cooked, pour into the strainer. Run cold water over pasta to halt the cooking process. Strain all the water out of the pasta and put it back into the gallon pot it was cooked in.
Add all listed ingredients.
The human hand is the best mixer there is. Thoroughly wash your “mixing hand” up to your elbow and then thoroughly mix together all ingredients. Upon mixing, you can leave it in the pot it was mixed in or transfer it to another large lidded container.
The mixture may seem slightly soupy with the half jar of Miracle Whip, but fear not. Let the pasta salad set in the refrigerator for 4-6 hours. The slightly undercooked pasta will absorb most of the mayo, and be perfectly al-dente. The nooks and crannies of the shells will be fi lled with the chopped up ingredients.
The ingredients aren’t iron-clad. If you don’t like peas or eggs or black olives, leave ‘em out! If you like banana peppers or celery, add it in!
The resulting pasta salad will keep in the fridge for five days. Supposedly, it serves 8-10, but I eat it all in four servings.
Just pull it out of the fridge, and serve it up! All you need to do is add salt and/or pepper to taste. Enjoy!
My takeaway from the movie Five Feet Apart is: cystic fibrosis is really a terrible disease. I didn’t even know much about it when I was watching the film. I feel sorry for those people, I really do. Man, we really have to do something about cystic fibrosis. I didn’t know how terrible it was.
My other takeaway is, touch the people that you care about, because life is too short. That’s one of the things they talk about. We don’t know when it’s our last breath or when it’s our last chance to talk to somebody. So, just take a chance. If you want to go out and have fun, go have fun. You never know, you could be walking down the street and all of a sudden a car hits you and you’re dead. So don’t assume you got another moment. One of my biggest regrets is when my brother passed away and I thought I had all the time in the world and I didn’t. I regret not talking to Josh more when I had the chance. One of the other big takeaways from the movie I have is when a woman in the movie
literally says, “Five feet, five blanking feet apart.” She takes a pool stick and it measures approximately five feet. If you’re uncomfortable with somebody, and you don’t know about them, just get five feet away from them, just talk to them. Just be friends with them. Give them five feet. Give them a chance. Don’t hesitate to give a chance to somebody. You never know. A country superstar says, “That might just be your dream come true.” Give that person a chance. Don’t judge somebody. That’s what I take away from this movie.
I like the fact that, at the end, he tries to make her happy. He tries to give her what she wants. And he also says, “for your own protection, I have to get away from you.” That teaches me that sometimes for your own good and for their own good, you got to just let it go. Sometimes the best thing you can do is just give space. It may kill the situation, but whatever. The best thing we can do sometimes is just give space.
BY ANTHONY G., CONTRIBUTOR VENDOR
To tell this right I have to go back to nine year old me. You see, that’s when my life changed forever. My mother did what she thought was the right thing for us, but it turned out to be the worst thing. I won’t say his name but she married my stepfather. He had six kids of his own, and I was an only child.
Their mother was still alive and caused a lot of trouble in our household. What would you expect from a woman who walked out on six children and ruined my stepfather’s credit — all for another man?
At first my new siblings were not fond of my mother and were mean to her. That made me be mean to them. In the end, at my mother’s funeral, I had the pleasure of watching them all break down one at a time. You see you don’t know what you have until it is gone.
By fifth grade I developed an interest in music and was very good at it. I played violin and had the most influential teacher in my life. She saw I was sad and took me under her wing. Her name was Caroline Taranova, and I loved her dearly.
As time went on I played a little football and ran some track. Unfortunately, I developed a love for marijuana and alcohol and lost my interest in playing music and was not happy at home, so I stayed in the street with my best friend Jerry Brooks. On my mom’s hospital bed she said, “At least he has one friend.” He’s still my friend today. He is now Rev. Brooks at his family’s church in Franklin, Tenn.
All through high school I worked at restaurants and for my biological father when I would go home to Detroit. All my life I went back and forth from Nashville to Detroit and from Detroit to Nashville with a stint in Monroe Harding Children’s Home and Richland Village. It was
better than being at home.
Is that not weird? My mom was raising six kids that were not hers and I was in an orphanage. At 17 I was out of school so I decided it was time for me to leave home and be on my own. I got an apartment on Lewis St., which is referred to as the bottom. Big mistake. One night junkies climbed through my living room window to steal from me. I woke up and grabbed my pistol and shot up a clip. This scared me to my bone marrow.
Two days later I was at the Army recruiter. Five days later I was on a bus on my way to Fort Knox for basic training and then Fort Benning, Ga., for Advanced Individual Training (AIT).
I ended up at Fort Campbell, Ky. I liked that because I was close to home and my mom. Then I made mistake number two: I got married. Now that I think back, I got married for money. In the Army married soldiers make more money than single soldiers. I was married for seven years and the one good thing that came out of that time was Sarita Monique Gunter. I love her with all of my heart. I just wish she reciprocated. Exes have a way of turning children’s heads — especially when they keep your children apart from you for five years. By the time I was in contact with her again it was too late. The damage was done.
It’s been 40 years since I was 18, but if I could write a letter to my 18-year-old self I guess what I would say is: Go to college and don’t join the Army. Don’t get married for money at 18; Do it for love later when you are more stable. Hopefully it works out and you get to be around your children so you don’t end up like me and mine. Think about what you do before you do it, and most of all keep God in your life. If it were not for God
