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Trying to figure out bus service? (Colorado Springs)? Question: I live in Colorado Springs, very close to Falcon. (past Marksheffel and Constitution) I have no car, but I will walk a pretty good distance to get to a bus stop (3 or 4 miles) I need to find a route of bus hopping that can get me from this side of town all the way to either the Rampart Campus (Interquest) or the Centennial campus (Fountain) of PPCC. I know the closest stop to me is on Palmer Park blvd, but it doesn't seem to go close to where i need to me or to where i can switch routes. There has got to me a way. I just havent found it. Please help! thanks. Answer: The closest bus stop to Marksheffel/Constitution would probably be on Peterson Rd near Palmer Park Blvd. From there, take MMT route 24 to Citadel Mall, then route 25 to PPCC-Centennial. There is no bus service to PPCC-Rampart (closest would be route 9 from downtown to Chapel Hills Mall). |
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Bizarre animal laws? Question: Cats in International Falls, Minnesota, are not allowed to chase dogs up telephone poles. If your dog gets your neighbor's dog pregnant in Danbury, Connecticut, you are responsible and must pay for the abortion if the neighbor chooses to have it done. No dog may be tied to a shade tree in Birmingham, Alabama. An ordinance in Belvedere, California, states "No dog shall be in a public place without its master on a leash." Another misworded ordinance is this one from Arvada, Colorado: "If a stray pet is not claimed within 24 hours, the owner will be destroyed." Fights between cats and dogs are prohibited by statute in Barber, North Carolina. In Sterling, Colorado, it is unlawful to allow a pet cat to run loose without a taillight. In Ventura County, California, cats and dogs are not allowed to have sex without a permit. Cats living in Cresskill, New Jersey, must wear three bells to warn birds of their whereabouts. A Fountain Inn, South Carolina, law once required horses to wear pants at all times. But carriage horses in Charleston, South Carolina, were required to wear diapers. In Calgary, Canada, a by-law requires businesses within the city to provide rails for tying up horses. In Winona, MS, it is illegal to drive a car on Main Street because it frightens horses. In Wilbur, Washington, it is against the law for a person to "ride an ugly horse" - the fine is $300! If you live in California, you cannot keep your chickens, turkeys, goats, cows, and other farm animals in an apartment. In Cumberland, Maryland, you cannot keep your chickens with you in your hotel room. In Minnesota, it's illegal to tease skunks. In Atlanta, it's against the law to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole or a street lamp. Riding a camel on a highway in Nevada is against the law. Over in Galveston, Texas, it is against the law for camels to wander the streets unattended. In Arizona, it is illegal to shoot or hunt camels. It's illegal to take a deer swimming in water above its knees in North Carolina apologies folks, it wasnt meant for this cat Answer: More wierd and wonderful laws in America, well done hun hehehe Have a star xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
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here is the first chapter to my book. Is it any good? Question: Chapter one "You don't have to go." Yes I do I thought to myself. I have to leave because I'm tired of your new drunken husband. Yes I have to because I can’t take anymore of the way he treats me. But, I would never tell her this because I know she refuses to believe me. "I need to get away for awhile. I need to think." I said "Well be sure to call me when you land." said my mom. I could see tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. She tried to hold them back and failed. "Oh mom please don't cry, I'll be fine." "Okay, well I guess you should go, don't want to miss your plane." "I love you mom." "I love you too Liz" My real name is actually Elizabeth, but ever since I was little my mother has called me Liz. She told me that she won't call me by my real name because it reminded her to much of her own mother who died right before I was born. My mother is the only one who ever calls me that. My one friend calls me Lizzie, and my "step-father", if that’s what you want to call it, calls me you, and at school everyone calls me "White Trash". It used to bother me but now I just act like I don't hear it. Soon after me and my mother exchanged goodbye’s I was on the plane to Colorado. While I was sitting on the cramped, germ filled plane, watching an old 50's film I actually seemed to be enjoying, an old lady sitting next to me said "I lost my husband in 1967. He died of a heart attack." "I'm so sorry." I replied "It's alright. You learn to live with the pain. The pain I live with everyday. I still think that it's all my fault. That there was something I could have done to save him, but there wasn't" she replied as she closed her eyes and drifted of into a deep, peaceful sleep. For the rest of the flight I thought about what the old woman had said. What if I am just like her husband? What if no one can save me? I know that the scars I have won't go away completely, but are they ever going to heal? That was a question that only time could answer. But I still hoped the answer would come a little faster. When the plane landed and I had gotten my luggage I went to go look for my Aunt Denise. She shouldn’t be hard to miss with her rock hard body, bleach blond hair and blue eyes. She would stick out like a sore thumb. When I saw her she had the cheesy sign that said my name like the ones they only have in the movies. I approached her and gave her a big hug and thanked her for the billionth time for letting me move in with her. She had assured me that she had plenty of room and I wouldn’t be a burden. After we got the kisses and hugs out of the way we were on our way to her house. On the car ride over she tried to make small talk that didn’t get very far. “Are you excited to be here?” “Yes I am, thank you so much for letting me come. I really needed to get away” I replied. Of course my Aunt had no clue why I had asked to come live with her. And I assured her that I would tell her why when I was ready. Denise really wasn’t kidding when she said she had room. We pulled up to her house and my jaw dropped to the ground. Denise said she had a big house, but this wasn’t a house this was a mansion! I stepped out of the car to meet a three story building that had a fountain in front with flowers up the yin yang. It also included a four car garage with a brand new blue Volvo in the driveway with a huge red bow on top of it. I think I would have started drooling but then she interrupted. “So what do you think about it? She asked. She had obviously noticed me admiring it. “It’s really nice. Is it yours?” I wondered. “No it’s yours.” she stated with a huge smile that would light up all of New York. “Your kidding me right? You didn’t buy me a car did you? “Just bought it yesterday and it’s all yours. Think of it as a homecoming present.” she replied as she pulled my suitcase’s out of the trunk. I couldn’t believe she got me a car! The best my mom had ever offered was her beat up mini van from the 80’s. “I can’t accept this!“ I told her as I felt my knees begin to buckle. I think I would have fainted if it weren’t for her shoving the key into my hand in exchange for my purse. “Go ahead and try it out. I hope you like blue.” she said as she walked through her front door leaving me with my new car. I rushed over to the driver’s side door and hoped in. When I turned it on I had to giggle with delight at the sound of the engine purring. I was just about to pull out of the drive way when my jet lag kicked in. Bummed out I turned off the car and went inside to sleep. Denise showed me to my room and one of the many bathroom‘s. She quickly left the room so I could get some sleep. I wanted to put on my pajama’s but I didn’t make it. No sooner had I walked through the door did my head hit the comfortable pillows and I feel asleep. Answer: Its actually kinda boring...you need something to grab the readers attention in the beginning.. Yea..it does sound a little childish too. |
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Please Read. All Comments Welcome!? Question: I've been writing a story and I only have the beginning of it. Please read it and tell me what you think. :] ****** “Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions,” the woman was telling me. I nodded. “First things first,” the woman held out her hand. “My name is Brooke Winters.” I shook it. “Casey Park.” “Excellent.” She seemed pleased I would cooperate so well; even with such a simple thing as telling her my name. Obviously, she’d had more difficult cases than me. “Now, you lived with your grandmother for the past fourteen years, correct?” “Yes. And my grandfather,” I corrected her. “Of course,” she glanced at her clipboard, “Clifford and Mary Johansen. And your grandfather died…” “When I was fifteen,” I finished her thought for her. “Ah, I see, so that would be three years ago now?” “Two,” I said stiffly. “I’m seventeen.” “Okay,” she muttered before continuing. “And your grandmother died three weeks ago.” I nodded. “And your parents died when you were three.” I noticed she didn’t expect me to answer this question. “In the event that something like this ever happened, do you know who your grandparents would have sent you to live with?” sher asked before she revised her question. “Wait, who are you living with now?” “My aunt,” I muttered. Aunt Josephine was rude, obnoxious, and hated kids- especially teenagers. “And is she the one who you would live with in the event of something like this happening?” she repeated her question. “Or is there someone else?” “My brother,” I answered automatically, “Jonathan.” I breathed a silent sigh of relief. “Is he over the age of-” I cut her off. “He’s twenty-six.” “Where does he live?” she asked scribbling on her clipboard. “Breckenridge, Colorado.” “All right, I think we’re done here.” She stood up and ran a hand through her blonde hair that hung limply at her shoulders. Brooke straightened her red reading glasses before shaking my hand. She walked out of the room and disappeared around the corner. I stood there for a minute before I stalked out. I didn’t remember walking into the building- I was too nervous about preparing my answers; so I got my first good look when I left. It was a normal office building, leading out into an open courtyard with a fountain in the middle. But that was what caught my attention; the fountain. Most fountains had a sculpture of a child or person. This one had a crow, like the bird. And the whole fountain was perfectly white marble, which surprised me; weren’t crows supposed to be black? The inscription read: Electus est coming. Lux lucis quod Atrum mos fio unus , sententia utriusque mos perdo. Una they superstes. I had taken Spanish in school, but I was pretty sure this was written in Latin. I wished I had a translator. I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote it down; for some reason, it stuck with me. I walked out of the building, still trying to decipher the strange inscription. The voice of my older brother, Vince, made me jump. “Hey, Case!” His loud voice boomed in my ear. “Hey, Vince,” I muttered, tucking away the sheet of paper in my pocket. “Where’d they decide to send you?” he asked, walking with me to his car. “Jon’s,” I told him. He pretended to wince in horror. “Oh, bad luck!” I shoved him. “Be thankful they’re not deciding where to send you. You’re safely away in college.” “Yeah,” he sighed and got in the car. I followed suit and watched the window as he backed up. The courtyard caught my attention again, and I could see the fountain of the crow. I shuddered and turned my back on the window. “Casey!” Emily ran out her front door and hugged me as soon as I got out of the cab. She had been Jon’s wife for the past three years. “You made it! How long was the flight here from Texas?” “I don’t know, but-” I cut off when I saw her. Her stomach was bulging out, and she clutched the thin sweater she wore around her tighter. “You’re pregnant!” I shouted. She grinned. “Yes!” “Why didn’t you tell me?” I accused. “It was supposed to be a surprise, and Jon was supposed to be here. But, that didn’t work out too well.” She shrugged. “Well, let’s go inside.” We ran in the door and Emily started chattering away. “Jon’s still at work, a client of his had to come in at the last minute. He’ll probably be home late, so, we have the whole day to ourselves.” “That’s great. How old are you?” I wanted to hear more about the baby; I was going to be an aunt. “Seven months,” she said proudly, “tomorrow,” she added. “You kept this from me for seven months? When’s your due date?” I smiled. “March 17.” “Wow! That’s so soon!” I shook my head. “Is it a girl or boy? And what’s the name?” “We don’t know. We have the envelope in the kitchen. We wanted you to read it, but d Answer: This is written well, but there are some oddities... why are there random English words in the Latin inscription? If you babelfished it, that really won't be good enough - you'll need to find someone to translate it properly for you. "For some reason" is a HUGE red flag. It invariably means "I need for this to happen for plot reasons but can't think of any reason why it should." You don't need it - just say she was intrigued so she wrote it down. Why is she surprised that a statue is stone colour? Painted or coloured statues are far rarer than plain stone ones, especially when they are in fountains. why doesn't the social worker ask more questions about the brother? At the very least, what's his full address, when's the last time you saw him, does he have a house of his own...there's no way they'd make the decision that fast based purely on his age...or without consulting him and checking his suitability. "How old are you" doesn't refer to a pregnancy, it refers to the mother. You'd need something like "how far along are you?" But I'm nitpicking. Your general writing standard is pretty good here. |