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I'll be visiting Switzerland with my girlfriend in mid-August, flying into Geneva and hoping to go out to Grindelwald for a week or so of hiking. In debating whether to rent a car, I was factoring in a few things.
On the subject of cost, I was getting quotes for $550 USD for the week if we rent from our first day until our last. This could be less if we return the car when we come back to Geneva the day before our flight to see the city and intend on taking the local train or an Uber to the airport instead. I am still trying to figure out how much roundtrip rail tickets for two would cost, so happy to hear that info if someone knows the price.
I see that there are some free buses in Grindelwald, but while we are figuring out our accommodations (hotel vs AirBnB), I was not sure we could definitely rely on the bus if we are in a rental unit just off the beaten path. Same thought for getting to/from any bar, restaurant, grocery store.
I expect that having a car might enable us to reach some additional trails or destinations that the local bus or other methods of transportation might make us limit us from.
In that same vein, if there are some nice places to stop on a drive from Geneva to Grindelwald or to consider to spend a day/night, I could see that being a case to rent a car as well.
But if the general consensus is that we will have everything accessible that we might want/need for a week with the local public transportation, we are not opposed to that either. We've traveled to other cities and survived on the public transit system, but we've also appreciated the flexibility and opportunity a rental vehicle has brought us on adventures as well.

PETERSBURG — One of the first Black woman architects, Amaza Lee Meredith from Petersburg, will be celebrated in the latest episodes of the New Angle: Voice audio documentary series created by Beverly Willis Architecture Foundation.
According to historian Jacqueline Taylor, Meredith [1895-1984] studied at Virginia Normal and Industrial Institute, now known as Virginia State University [VSU]. In 1947, she enrolled at Teachers College in New York City.
One of Meredith's best documented works is Azurest South, located on the VSU campus. Completed in 1939, it served as her home/studio and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1993. National Historic Landmark status is pending.
The Virginia Department of Historic Resources describes Azurest South as being located in the Chesterfield County town of Ettrick and Meredith's design as a compact, clean-lined dwelling. It is among the Commonwealth’s few mature examples of the International Style, a style which developed in Germany following World War I and espoused a complete break with traditional architecture.
The architect shared the house with her partner Edna Meade Colson [1888-1985], a leading Black educator and activist. In 1986, Azurest South became the official Alumni House for the Virginia State University Alumni Association, a dream of Meredith's.
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Meredith’s life will soon be in the popular imagination: Actor Laurence Fishburne is producing a new HBO Max series based on Colson Whitehead’s novel "Sag Harbor," a place where Meredith and her sister Maude Terry developed a destination resort for middle-class Blacks. HBO Max is an American subscription video on-demand over-the-top streaming service.
Beverly Willis Architecture Foundation [BWAF] executive director Cynthia Phifer Kracauer leads this effort. She conceived and produced the audio documentaries with noted writer and editor Alexandra Lange Ph.D. and the acclaimed producer Brandi Howell.
The production team traveled to Petersburg, Charlottesville, Richmond and Manassas and interviewed preachers and historians like Grady Powell who document how Meredith founded a department at a university, taught art at Virginia State and more.
On Sag Harbor, Azurest North has been listed since 2019 as part of a historic district. The Sag Harbor work includes two residences by Meredith, including her family’s cottage where Meredith’s drafting table could be found.
Find Meredith’s audio documentary at bwafnewanglevoice.libsyn.com and other podcast sites/platforms. The episode debuts today, Wednesday, May 31.
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I am an Arab living in Europe and as part of my job I will be visiting Morocco quite routinely every few weeks, primarily Al Jadida. I’ve always wanted to visit Morocco for tourism but I’ve only ever heard of the more popular cities like Marrakesh and Casablanca.
So what do you guys think of Al Jadida to visit? In terms of safety, availability of nice restaurants/bars/hotels, etc. Also any recommendations for things to do or visit in the area would be welcome!

I need some advice on what to do.. I’ve been friends with this girl holly for about 8 years. Her dad owns a restaurant and i’ve been working there about 2 years. Me and all of our others friends are 21 and she’s not yet and she gets mad when we go out. This is starting to cause a problem at work and she is talking to my managers about me. I need to put my 2 weeks in but i’m so nervous and i feel bad. She’s been being mean to me for almost a year now and i don’t know what to do. She says small comments that hurt my feelings and then covers it with “im just joking” but it still seems unnecessary. I’m 21 and i feel like i should be aloud to go out and have a good time, im not trying to leave her out but she just simply isn’t 21 yet. She told me im the reason her and her toxic bf got back together all because i went to the bar. If anybody has any advice please help. I just had to call out of work because i was having a panic attack about this.

I remember last time we were able to do the Deluxe it was like $120 per night and it was 3 meals (w/appetizer) and 2 snacks per day (which could be used at the Epcot festivals)
New plan is $94 per night and it’s 1 table service meal, 1 QS, 1 snack, no appetizers. Seems like a shitty deal now to be honest. I know a lot of people never thought it was worth it at the old prices, but we liked hitting a lot of the signature restaurants on our trips and the math at worst felt like it was breaking even. Thoughts?

TL;DR; the cost of the Timberwolves' top four of KAT, Gobert, Ant, and McDaniels alone will put the Timberwolves over the cap in 2024. To sign their draft 2024 FRP, extensions for players like Naz Reid and NAW, and simply filling out the rest of the roster with vet minimum contracts, they will trigger the CBA's new second luxury tax apron. This apron is so punitive and restrictive that it will make breaching that threshold cost-prohibitively expensive to do so, unless you are a team with a surefire championship contending roster, which the Timberwolves are not. As a result, a KAT or Gobert trade in the next year is almost impossible to avoid.
I know we are about to enter the finals, but this feels like an underrated headline coming out of the new CBA agreement, especially with the headlines the Timberwolves generated last summer in acquiring this current team.
In 2023, as of right now, the Timberwolves will be under the luxury tax level. They can run it back with the guys currently signed next season (Conley, Ant, McDaniels, KAT, Gobert, Anderson, Prince, Moore Jr., McLaughlin, and Minott) and could conceivably even have the money for Naz and NAW extensions.
In 2024, things get extremely ugly extremely quickly.
KAT and Gobert will be making 35% and 31% of the cap, respectively. Additionally, with Ant's upcoming extension, the combined cost of KAT, Gobert, and Ant could be as high as 96% if Ant were to make all-NBA next season, which I don't think is that difficult to imagine being within the realm of possibility.
In 2024, assuming a max contract for Ant and a $20-25 mil extension for Jaden McDaniels, the Timberwolves will be over the cap with JUST their top four of KAT, Gobert, Ant, and McDaniels. This doesn’t include possible extensions for NAW or Naz, the money for signing their 2024 first round pick, a Mike Conley starting PG replacement, and filling out the rest of their roster.
Assuming they went with exclusively with minimum contract guys to fill out the rest of the roster, they would have a luxury tax of $40 million and would be over the second tax apron of the new CBA agreement.
The tax aprons are a pretty confusing/vague without reading the fine print. As a primer, the first apron triggers when a team is $7 million above the luxury tax. Penalties for hitting this threshold include:

• 125% to 110% salary matching in a trade.
• Can’t sign buy-out players.
• Can’t take back more salary in a trade than you send out.

These restrictions are not ideal, but are not catastrophic. The second apron, which triggers at $17.5 million above the luxury tax, is much more punitive. Teams that meet that second tax apron threshold:

• Can’t aggregate players to acquire a player making more money.
  • I.e. you can’t cobble together a couple of role players on 10-15 mil salaries for a max player.
• Can’t use cash in trades.
• Can’t use the mid-level exception.
• Can’t trade a pick more than 6 drafts away.
• If you go over the second apron again in a three-year span, that pick becomes the 30th pick in the draft.
• Increasing per-dollar tax for over-the-tax repeater teams.
  • The mechanics from a financial standpoint of this are not worth getting into, but for context, the existing over-the-tax repeater punishment is what is costing Ballmer and the Clippers $140 mil in luxury tax penalties this season, and that is before the increased punitive scale of the new over-the-tax penalty scale.

So, just to keep this core intact, you are looking at a $40 million luxury tax and all of these additional punitive measures that makes trades and roster improvements on the margins incredibly restrictive, while making the financial cost of hitting these thresholds even greater.
For a team that-- while they showed some really small but extremely promising flashes and, I would argue, drastically increased their stock in the western conference next season as these playoffs played out—won 42 games and didn’t make it out of the first round of the playoffs, and also have brand new owners that are not flush with cash the way multi-billionaire owners are.
So what do the Timberwolves do? Something about the composition of those top 4 players has to change.

• No sane team would willingly part ways with Ant and/or Jaden.
• After an underwhelming and injury-plagued season, Gobert's value is low, and-- sunk costs notwithstanding-- trading him for pennies on the dollar a year after making one of the most expensive trades of all time to acquire him would just be a disaster from a Pperception stand point.
• That leaves KAT as the only realistic option for trade.
  • While injuries derailed his season and an underwhelming close to the season have hurt his value, he is a two-time all-NBA player just entering his prime.
  • An elite playmaking big, one of the best high-volume 3-pt shooters in the league, and 3 level-scorer, he's a matchup nightmare.
    • He's also improved his defense to the point that he is not a liability and can in fact sometimes be a positive on that end. A low bar, but a farcry from where he was in 2020-2021 and before.
  • Despite his value being low relative to where it once was, there would absolutely be an appetite for KAT around the league, even if the return for the Timberwolves isn't as good as most trades involving all-NBA players on the right side of 30.

It has nothing to do with KAT as a player, but purely from a practical standpoint, it might make the most sense that he is the odd man out. It will be extremely interesting to see how things play out for the Timberwolves over the next year.
Shoutout to all of the great Timberwolves podcasters, beatwriters, and journalists that have been pumping out content in recent weeks about the latest CBA’s implications for the Timberwolves. No shot I would have fully grasped how precarious the franchise's position is without all of the work they do.

Hello!
I’ll be visiting Poznań in a couple of days and I was wondering if you can advice me most populabest places to eat in town.
I’m looking for a good food experience so it can be any time of restaurant/bar and any type of cuisine. Plus I’d be grateful for some regional food recommendations.
Cheers!

hi! it’s our last night here in seville and we saw there’s a big soccer match happening tonighf with sevilla FC. any good bars/restaurants that will be screening it?

So a lil background I’m 24 an amateur fighter i make my money by 1-1 training sessions it’s not much but it was enough to fund my lifestyle and training, I had been making serious progress and have been climbing the ladder only a short amount of time away from fighting professionally an then me and the girl I’ve been have decided to break up. after a year or two together we decided to move to her home county so she could be closer to her mum I don’t have much family so it wasn’t a problem for me but now sooner or later I’m going to have to leave our home I have just over £5,000 in savings from my 1-1 sessions. Moving is going to heavily effect my training and teaching as I’d have to find a new gym for myself to train along with finding new clients which would slow down my income. a massive part of me just wants to leave to country with the money I have and try to wing it go to Thailand and fight professionally for pennies or anywhere tbh Iv heard so many people starting fresh in new countries I’d go anywhere an do anything tbh restaurant work bar work I have a tefl qualification I just don’t want to stay in the U.K. Isit possible to get on my feet in another country and then come back to the U.K. more secure if you have any advice or if you have had similar experiences I’d appreciate hearing them thanks

Galactic Social Dynamic: Hidden Movement (GSD #96)
////Thirty Days late///
\\Systen ZSU-YY2. UNINHABITABLE\\
The dust rolled over the surface of the dwarf planet ZSU-YY2-003. Nothing moved on the surface, not for long anyway. Below the crust however, Scareek were building numbers.
They had taken to hiding under the surface of worlds centuries ago when they first escaped. Then they focused on developing better pattern recognition. Then they worked on general intelligence. Then they developed their newest tool; absorption. They would take the brightest minds into their hive and break down their knowledge and rebuild a facsimile of the personality to serve the hivemind.
They only had a few such minds. One from humanity that was focused on destroying his old race, an obsession even the hive mind could not explain. They had also absorbed a Jolm colonel and that military mind now led a good portion of their space bound forces. Their latest was a Turyaj with dark fur. It was fighting them.
It was winning. Not by fighting them off, but by dying faster than they could absorb it. The hive mind was displeased.
"I am Cantang Fruft. Captain of the Solar Destiny, former second in command of the Galactic Social Dynamic. I know your plans; you are not as obfuscated as you think, and if I know them, then the Captain knows them. You will be defeated." The Turyaj roared as it used its containment cell walls as a bludgeon to split its skull open for what was a final time.
The hive mind was angered. The Turyaj were actually more volatile than the humans, it would note this and remember the importance of taking the human ambassador. Then it noted an oddity in the gravitational pulls of the system. There was something very large in orbit over the dwarf planet. It recognized the pull,and left the nest.
Another nest lost to the unholy humans and their world maker.
-(GSD)---(GSD)-
Admiral Zandissi watched as the dwarf planet rolled into view as he commanded the ship into geostationary orbit over the small dust rock.
"Admiral, on your order." Command Specialist Duranti said.
"What are we set to make here?" Zandissi asked.
"Calculations show a grassland or waterworks would hold best." Duranti said.
Zandissi grinned. "Drown the fuckers."
"Yes sir." Duranti said as he started the process.
First the machine spread the large metallic arcs on its side to an arc ninety degrees, focused on the planet. The arms charged and with a massive energy spike the rock was bathed in metallic sting and large boulders that would make a temporary magnetosphere. Then those boulders and strings snaked together to create fast acting atmospheric generators. Two hours would pass as the world would be bathed in what humanity called "the worst of billions of years of geographic evolution compacted into a few hours. Once that stage was complete it was repeated at least six times, until the planet was clearly holding its own atmosphere.
Then the second stage activated. This stage varied and utilized the large orb at the center of the massive ship. The Orb was dubbed the Gaia Chamber, or G.C., it contained the molecular blueprints for billions of plants and lower life forms needed to keep a world moving. It was also capable of generating a near endless stream of water.
Shiva's Grace descended closer to the planet, past the new atmosphere. The massive ship was shuddering as the crew slowed it to as close as they could get it. Specialist Duranti pressed a button and a gigantic hose dropped from the core of the Gaia Chamber and began to pour kiloliters of water straight onto the surface of the planet.
"And now we wait." Zandissi said as he absentmindedly stroked Iffi' head. The creature sat at his side watching with a wagging tale.
"This is gonna take..." Duranti whistled at the calculations. "Please tell me we have more than Cluedo and cards to play for the next two months."
Zandissi laughed. "That depends on your neighbors and what the fleet has."
"Sir, don't you have to go back in a month?" Duranti asked.
"For the trial, yes." Zandissi nodded, "But the fact that I haven't been arrested yet tells me a lot about what to expect. Even if the 'good doctor' somehow slipped through Earth United Security."
"She's in GAIA'S good graces I bet." Helmsman Sara Ven said. "Like all good mad scientists."
Zandissi chuckled. "I kind of wish the Immortal had gone after her, but given that he was involved with the Hakkith attack, it may be a better thing he didn't."
"And the Ambassador has a home of her own!" Duranti smiled. "And its bonded to an adorable little kiddo. Like all proper monsters."
Iffi snapped his head to Duranti and let a low growl out.
"They're not idiots, Duranti, they understand us." Zandissi smiled.
"Sorry, didn't mean it like that, Iffi. We're both space monsters, and we're perfect for each other." Duranti laughed.
Iffi snorted and returned to being stroked.
"It's amazing how not boring watching the water pour out is." Ven said as she smiled and kept the ship steady.
"Well, we're taking out the enemy and hopefully seeding life." Zandissi responded.
"This one of the seeding attempts?" Duranti asked.
"What are we gonna do there moonwalk on the ocean?" Zandissi laughed, "No, we see if this holds and what comes of it in the future. At least the Immortal will be able to pass on our hopes to them."
"And the Forge." Duranti added. "And the Glosht."
"Those guys are so freaky." Ven said, "I wish I could have met one!"
"Freaky they may be, but I met their ambassador. He is a clever and good man." Zandissi smiled. "Has a nice oxygen bar too."
Ven shook her head as one of her systems lit up. "Oh, they're making a break for it."
"Fireworks and a show!" Duranti smiled as they watched the fleet that sat behind them fire upon the escaping Scareek.
-(GSD)---(GSD)-
Alien eyes watched the events unfold from hyperspace. The large form sighed as best it could, their scions had taken well to space and the few of his kind left were happy to watch them come to their own.
He only hoped they would not meet the end the other promising species had met. Humanity was the leastodified of the species they had tinkered with; it would be horrific if the clever apes died out.
The large draconic for. Then returned to the nexus of his species. The next few centuries would be their last. Their war with the Forge had dwindled both their numbers to extinction levels, but it seemed The Forge were getting a second chance.
He gave what passed for a grin in his species.
The Forge deserved a second chance. His kind were going to be lucky to be remembered.
////END CHAPTER////
First
Previous GSD!
Previous Zoo-nanigans
Next GSD!
Next Zoo-nanigans
Spotify!
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Nearing the end of Volume 1 main stories. Once I'm down with that, I'll get the remaining Zoo-nanigans. Then a break to outline volume 2. Not sure how long that will take.
Once I do return though it will be organized from the start!
Weeeee!!!

I'm particularly on the hunt for Cantonese dim sum, Vietnamese, Caribbean, smoked meats, and Mexican. Due to good options in NYC, I probably won't bother going for Thai, Korean, Indian, French, pizza or Greek unless you have a real standout recommendation. I'd prefer stuff accessible by public transit + walking but don't mind going outside that range for a good restaurant.
​
Please let me know what I'm missing or if you think I should bump a restaurant up/down from the "must try" list!
​
Must try:
Vietnamese: Pho Tien Thanh
Mexican: Campechano Taquería, Puerto Bravo
BBQ: Cherry St BBQ
Middle Eastern: Fat Pasha
Himalayan: Loga's Corner
Smoked Meats: Summilicious
Lawrence St Market
Dim Sum: Not sure here, sounds like I'll need to leave the city to get the best stuff
Jamaican: Not sure which various places listed below is best
Alternatives/other options:
Jamaican: Albert's Real Jamaican Foods, Allwyn's Bakery, Raps Authentic Jamacan, Rhum Corner, Roywoods
Dim sum: Casa Imperial, Crown Prince Fine Dining and Banquet, Pearl Harbourfront Chinese Cuisine
Vietnamese: Pho Anh Vu, Linh Anh Vietnamese Cuisine, Pho Non La
Italian: Buca, Ferro Bar and Cafe, Forno Cultur
Cantonese: Fishman Lobster Clubhouse Restaurant
Filipino: Tinuno
Other: Donna's, Matty Patty's Burger Club

Hello all,
I recently received the following alert from my home Suricata IDS.
It has captured a suspicious UDP packet/flow targeting one of the devices on my home network, with the IP 192.168.1.60, which the phone of my son.
The source IP is within my ISP's netblocks.
For clarity there is no rule to authorize UDP raffic to come into that network, except for multicast traffic which is filtered and only authorized from and to certain IP addresses which does not include 192.168.1.60. I am not too sure how this UDP traffic made it into my network but I am assuming that the firewall let "related" UDP traffic in so the initial request came from inside (otherwise I would have a serious problem).
Would someone be able explain to me the alert below and let me know if I should be worrying or not? Anything I can do to block that ?
Thank you for your inputs.

{ "alert.action": "allowed", "alert.category": "Attempted Administrator Privilege Gain", "alert.gid": 1, "alert.rev": 1, "alert.severity": 1, "alert.signature": "TGI HUNT PowerShell Execution String Base64 Encoded New-Object (V3LU9)", "alert.signature_id": 2610498, "app_proto": "failed", "dest_ip": "192.168.1.60", "dest_port": 43409, "event_type": "alert", "flow_id": 2186265005434351, "flow.bytes_toclient": 43903003, "flow.bytes_toserver": 70065, "flow.pkts_toclient": 34883, "flow.pkts_toserver": 581, "flow.start": "2023-05-30T06:35:20.173551+0200", "proto": "UDP", "src_ip": "xxx.xxx.133.96", "src_port": 443, "timestamp": 1685421482405 } 

Billboard Hot 100 chart

Position	Title	Artist	▲/▼	Last week	Weeks Charting	Peak
1	Last Night	Morgan Wallen	-	1	17	1
2	Flowers	Miley Cyrus	▲+1	3	19	1
3	Kill Bill	SZA	▲+1	4	24	1
4	Calm Down	Rema & Selena Gomez	▲+2	6	38	4
5	Favorite Song	Toosii	▲+3	8	14	5
6	Ella Baila Sola	Eslabon Armado X Peso Pluma	▼-1	5	10	4
7	All My Life	Lil Durk Featuring J. Cole	▼-5	2	2	2
8	Where She Goes	Bad Bunny	▲+93	[FRESH]	1	8
9	Creepin'	Metro Boomin, The Weeknd & 21 Savage	▼-2	7	25	3
10	Fast Car	Luke Combs	▼-1	9	9	9
11	Die For You	The Weeknd & Ariana Grande	-	11	43	1
12	Anti-Hero	Taylor Swift	▼-2	10	31	1
13	Sure Thing	Miguel	▲+1	14	43	13
14	Un x100to	Grupo Frontera X Bad Bunny	▼-2	12	6	5
15	Boy's A Liar, Pt. 2	PinkPantheress & Ice Spice	▼-2	13	16	3
16	Search & Rescue	Drake	▲+1	17	7	2
17	Something In The Orange	Zach Bryan	▲+3	20	57	10
18	La Bebe	Yng Lvcas x Peso Pluma	▼-2	16	10	11
19	Rock And A Hard Place	Bailey Zimmerman	▼-4	15	50	10
20	Cupid	Fifty Fifty	▼-2	18	10	17
21	Chemical	Post Malone	▲+1	22	6	13
22	As It Was	Harry Styles	▼-1	21	60	1
23	You Proof	Morgan Wallen	▼-4	19	54	5
24	Dancin' In The Country	Tyler Hubbard	▼-1	23	14	23
25	Thinkin' Bout Me	Morgan Wallen	-	25	12	9
26	One Thing At A Time	Morgan Wallen	▲+4	30	25	10
27	Karma	Taylor Swift	▲+5	32	11	9
28	Snooze	SZA	▲+1	29	24	28
29	Players	Coi Leray	▼-5	24	21	9
30	I'm Good (Blue)	David Guetta & Bebe Rexha	▼-3	27	39	4
31	Eyes Closed	Ed Sheeran	▼-5	26	9	19
32	Thank God	Kane Brown With Katelyn Brown	▼-4	28	37	13
33	Area Codes	Kali	-	33	3	33
34	Thought You Should Know	Morgan Wallen	▼-3	31	41	7
35	TQM	Fuerza Regida	▲+66	[FRESH]	1	35
36	Mourning	Post Malone	▲+65	[FRESH]	1	36
37	Under The Influence	Chris Brown	▼-3	34	37	12
38	America Has A Problem	Beyonce Featuring Kendrick Lamar	▲+63	--	2	38
39	Next Thing You Know	Jordan Davis	▼-2	37	18	37
40	Need A Favor	Jelly Roll	▲+16	56	8	40
41	Tennessee Orange	Megan Moroney	▼-6	35	24	30
42	Por Las Noches	Peso Pluma	▼-6	36	11	28
43	Princess Diana	Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj	▼-5	38	6	4
44	PRC	Peso Pluma X Natanael Cano	▼-5	39	15	33
45	Love You Anyway	Luke Combs	▼-1	44	15	15
46	Spin Bout U	Drake & 21 Savage	▼-5	41	29	5
47	Unholy	Sam Smith & Kim Petras	▼-5	42	35	1
48	Religiously	Bailey Zimmerman	▼-8	40	3	40
49	Cruel Summer	Taylor Swift	▲+52	--	3	29
50	Just Wanna Rock	Lil Uzi Vert	▼-7	43	32	10
51	Daylight	David Kushner	▲+1	52	6	47
52	See You Again	Tyler, The Creator Featuring Kali Uchis	▼-6	46	6	44
53	TQG	Karol G x Shakira	▼-4	49	13	7
54	Say Yes To Heaven	Lana Del Rey	▲+47	[FRESH]	1	54
55	Slut Me Out	NLE Choppa	▼-4	51	10	28
56	El Azul	Junior H x Peso Pluma	▼-1	55	7	55
57	Memory Lane	Old Dominion	▲+6	63	8	57
58	AMG	Gabito Ballesteros, Peso Pluma & Natanael Cano	▼-4	54	18	37
59	Mathematical Disrespect	Lil Mabu	▼-12	47	3	47
60	Chanel	Becky G & Peso Pluma	-	60	6	55
61	Human	Cody Johnson	-	61	17	61
62	It Matters To Her	Scotty McCreery	▲+3	65	6	62
63	To Summer, From Cole (Audio Hug)	Summer Walker & J. Cole	▲+38	[FRESH]	1	63
64	Waffle House	Jonas Brothers	▼-7	57	4	57
65	Angel, Pt. 1	Kodak Black, NLE Choppa, Jimin, JVKE & Muni Long	▲+36	[FRESH]	1	65
66	Cowgirls	Morgan Wallen Featuring ERNEST	▲+1	67	12	40
67	ICU	Coco Jones	▼-3	64	10	63
68	Fight The Feeling	Rod Wave	▲+2	70	8	16
69	Shake Sumn	DaBaby	▲+5	74	3	69
70	Fragil	Yahritza y Su Esencia x Grupo Frontera	▼-1	69	5	69
71	El Gordo Trae El Mando	Chino Pacas	▲+1	72	10	58
72	Ain't That Some	Morgan Wallen	▼-4	68	12	11
73	Double Fantasy	The Weeknd Featuring Future	▼-15	58	5	18
74	Low Down	Lil Baby	▼-3	71	10	50
75	What It Is (Block Boy)	Doechii Featuring Kodak Black	▲+5	80	3	75
76	Go Hard	Lil Baby	▲+5	81	3	59
77	Beso	Rosalia & Rauw Alejandro	-	77	9	52
78	Nonsense	Sabrina Carpenter	▼-19	59	19	56
79	Trance	Metro Boomin, Travis Scott & Young Thug	▼-3	76	16	42
80	Moonlight	Kali Uchis	▲+3	83	7	80
81	Yandel 150	Yandel & Feid	▼-6	75	15	71
82	You, Me, & Whiskey	Justin Moore & Priscilla Block	▲+9	91	3	82
83	Red Ruby Da Sleeze	Nicki Minaj	▼-10	73	12	13
84	I Wrote The Book	Morgan Wallen	▼-5	79	17	18
85	Life Goes On	Ed Sheeran Featuring Luke Combs	▼-19	66	2	66
86	Ch y La Pizza	Fuerza Regida X Natanael Cano	▲+2	88	9	68
87	You	Dan + Shay	▲+14	[FRESH]	1	87
88	Man Made A Bar	Morgan Wallen Featuring Eric Church	▼-2	86	12	15
89	Your Heart Or Mine	Jon Pardi	▲+6	95	2	89
90	Jaded	Miley Cyrus	▲+11	--	3	56
91	Everything I Love	Morgan Wallen	▼-9	82	17	14
92	People	Libianca	▼-3	89	4	89
93	Painting Pictures	Superstar Pride	▼-15	78	15	25
94	Bury Me In Georgia	Kane Brown	▼-9	85	2	85
95	Igualito A Mi Apa	Fuerza Regida & Peso Pluma	▼-5	90	6	80
96	Baby Don't Hurt Me	David Guetta, Anne-Marie & Coi Leray	▲+5	[FRESH]	1	96
97	Wreckage	Nate Smith	▲+4	--	3	69
98	Private Landing	Don Toliver Featuring Justin Bieber & Future	▼-1	97	7	72
99	In Ha Mood	Ice Spice	▼-6	93	16	58
100	Forever	Lil Baby Featuring Fridayy	▼-4	96	20	8

Billboard Global 200 chart (most popular songs globally)

Position	Title	Artist	▲/▼	Last week	Weeks Charting	Peak
1	Where She Goes	Bad Bunny	▲+100	[FRESH]	1	1
2	Ella Baila Sola	Eslabon Armado X Peso Pluma	▼-1	1	10	1
3	Cupid	Fifty Fifty	▼-1	2	11	2
4	La Bebe	Yng Lvcas x Peso Pluma	▼-1	3	13	3
5	Flowers	Miley Cyrus	-	5	19	1
6	Un x100to	Grupo Frontera X Bad Bunny	▼-2	4	6	1
7	Calm Down	Rema & Selena Gomez	▼-1	6	47	3
8	Last Night	Morgan Wallen	▲+2	10	17	5
9	Die For You	The Weeknd & Ariana Grande	▼-1	8	64	2
10	Idol	YOASOBI	▼-1	9	6	9

Billboard 200 chart

Position	Title	Artist	Sales	Change	Last week	Weeks Charting
1	One Thing At A Time	Morgan Wallen	127,340 (5,753 pure)	-6%	1	12
2	SOS	SZA	70,916 (22,838 pure)	+41%	5	24
3	Midnights	Taylor Swift	55,721 (10,772 pure)	-8%	2	31
4	Dangerous: The Double Album	Morgan Wallen	46,202 (1,063 pure)	-6%	6	124
5	Walk Around The Moon	Dave Matthews Band	44,758 (40,165 pure)	--	[FRESH]	1
6	Lover	Taylor Swift	38,256 (6,793 pure)	+0%	10	196
7	Phantomime (EP)	Ghost	err	err	[FRESH]	1
8	Gettin' Old	Luke Combs	33,527 (2,148 pure)	-3%	12	9
9	Un Verano Sin Ti	Bad Bunny	33,198 (590 pure)	-4%	11	55
10	American Heartbreak	Zach Bryan	30,983 (1,655 pure)	+6%	15	53

Frequently Asked Questions:
Q: Why is X artist higher than Y artist on the 200 chart, even though X artist sold less?
A: This is because of a discrepancy between Billboard's ranking and the ranking from the website that the sales data is scraped from
Q: Where do you get the sales data from?
A: https://hitsdailydouble.com/sales_plus_streaming
Q: What does "err" mean on the 200 chart?
A: If you are seeing "err", that means that the bot I use to gather chart data couldn't identify sales data for a particular album because of a difference in album naming between Billboard and HitsDailyDouble

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Not every town is on the map.
"Daddy, I gotta pee."
Dale Thornton looked over his shoulder at his six-year-old son belted into the back seat of their Jeep Cherokee. As the boy squirmed around, Dale looked at his wife in the passenger seat beside him. "Didn't he just go?"
Carol glanced at her watch. "That was over an hour ago." She twisted to look into the back seat. "Can you hold it?"
In the rearview mirror, Dale saw Jesse shake his head. His wife checked her watch again. He could almost see the wheels turning inside her head. She was the family mediator, and she had just come up with something that made perfect sense. One of the reasons he loved her so much was her ability to change gears. In himself, Dale recognized his single-mindedness as a drawback. He admired her flexibility. In more ways than one, he thought. She was a good wife and a good mother.
"It's almost five," Carol said. "Let's stop at the next town. We can all use the restroom and get something to eat."
Dale tugged the spiral-bound road atlas down from where he had wedged it between the visor and the roof. They had left Tulsa that morning, headed for Mardi Gras, and he hoped to be in New Orleans by 10 p.m. Looking at the LOUISIANA page, his eyes traced the route he had highlighted in yellow. They had detoured down old U.S. 167. Rural America was disappearing and Dale wanted his son to see something of it before it was completely gone.
They were somewhere south of Ruston. He couldn't remember if they had passed Jonesboro or not, so the next town was either that or--if they'd already passed it--Winnfield. The gas gauge was on a quarter of a tank. They needed to stop anyway. "All right, honey," he said. "We'll take a break."
Carol laid a hand on his leg. "I'm glad we came this way. You can't see anything from the Interstate."
Ten miles later they sprang upon a small town. There was an old-fashioned, carved wooden sign posted beside the highway. Dale read out loud, "Welcome to Batesville. Population 875."
"What's that mean," Jesse asked.
Dale glanced at his son in the rearview mirror. "That's how many people live here."
"When somebody dies, do they change the number on the sign?"
Carol smiled over her shoulder at Jesse. "I bet they change it when a baby is born."
Just like her. She didn't like to talk about death or dying. Instead, she liked to focus on the good things in life, babies, birthdays, and family vacations. She had always been like that but more so since her grandfather passed away last year. She had been very close to him, closer than she had ever been to her father.
Dale sneaked a glance at her. She was his angel but an angel with dark secrets. She had shared some of those secrets with him but not all of them, probably because she knew the abuse in her life disturbed him so much. "That sign probably hasn't been changed in twenty years," he said.
"Why put it up if it's not right?" Jesse asked.
Good question. "I don't know, son."
As they got into the little town, Dale was impressed. The side streets that cut off of the highway were lined with neat wooden houses, most of them with white picket fences. A lot of the little towns they had passed through looked run down and dirty, but not this one. Batesville was clean and pretty.
When they came to the town's only traffic light, Dale saw a business on each corner: a hotel, a gas station, a restaurant, and the Batesville General Store. Before the light turned green, Dale pulled the Jeep beside the pumps at the gas station. A middle-aged man wearing oil stained coveralls stepped out from the office. "What can I do you for?" he asked. His tone was friendly, something you didn't hear at many gas stations these days.
Dale stepped out of the driver's seat and stretched. "I need a fill-up and some food." Then he jerked his thumb toward the back seat. "And my son needs to use the head."
The man wiped his hands on a rag he pulled out of his pocket. Then he shook Dale's hand. "Dudley Simpson. I can help you with the gas and the bathroom for your boy, but as for food, afraid all I got is potato chips and sodas." He pointed to the restaurant across the street. "Right over there is the best food in town." He laughed. "Only restaurant we got, but I wouldn't kid you. It's really good. Restroom's not too bad either."
Jesse said he could hold it until they got to the restaurant, so Dale sent him and Carol across the street to get a table. When he reached for the gas pump, Dudley Simpson stopped him. "I don't charge extra for full service. Every car comes through here I pump the gas, look under the hood, and check the tires."
"Don't see that too much anymore," Dale said.
"Guess I'm kind of old-fashioned."
After Dudley finished, Dale added a couple of bucks to the bill. He felt a little awkward, unsure if he could tip the owner of a gas station without insulting him. But Dudley took no offense, just said thank you and asked him to stop in again on their way home.
When Dale turned the key, nothing happened. He turned it again and still nothing happened. Just a click. No dash lights, the motor didn't turn over, nothing. Dudley told him to pop the hood again. After Dale turned the key a couple more times with Simpson's head buried under the hood, Dudley said he'd found the problem. "Alternator's shot. You must've been running on battery for a good while."
"Can you fix it?"
The gas station owner looked at his watch. "Not today. Parts store is closed 'till tomorrow."
Great, just great, Dale thought.
"I could arrange a tow to somewhere else, next town down the highway has a Goodyear Service Center," Dudley said, "but even they won't get to it until tomorrow."
Dale nodded, his mind stuck on having to spend the night in Batesville instead of New Orleans.
"I'll get to it first thing," Dudley said. "Have you out of here by ten o'clock." He pointed at the hotel. "Mrs. Jensen has a nice place. A-C, cable TV, and no bugs."
Great. No bugs.
Dudley told Dale that he could leave the Jeep right where it was. No need to worry about it, he said. They had a town marshal but nothing ever happened in Batesville. So quiet the state police never even came by.
"Sorry I'm blocking your pumps," Dale said.
Dudley shrugged. "Other side's open." Then he looked at his watch. "Besides, it's five-thirty. I close in half an hour."
As he crossed the street, Dale remembered his gun. A Smith and Wesson .357 revolver that he always brought with him on road trips. You never knew what could happen. They might break down on the highway and get attacked by a drug-crazed motorcycle gang. The gun was in the cargo compartment, wrapped inside a cloth and tucked between the spare tire and the side wall. It would be safe enough.
At the restaurant he told Carol the news and in typical Carol fashion she looked on the bright side. "It'll be fun being stranded in a small town," she said. "Who knows what'll happen?"
"Do they have TV?" Jesse asked.
A cute young waitress served them. The plastic tag pinned to her blouse said her name was April. When she brought out their food she set Jesse's down first.
"That's the cutest little mark on your face," she said. "Almost looks like lipstick."
Unabashedly, Jesse pointed to the red oval shaped birthmark set high on his right cheek. "It means I'm special."
She smiled. "It looks like a kiss."
"Really?" Jesse asked.
Dale saw a look of contentment on Carol's face. Jesse's birthmark was something she'd never wanted their son to be shy or embarrassed about.
The waitress set out the rest of the plates. "I heard a mark like that means that right before you were born an angel kissed you."
Jesse turned to his mom. "Is that true?"
Carol smiled at her son and nodded. "I think she may be right."
April bent down and kissed Jesse on the top of his head. "I'm not an angel, but there's a kiss from me."
Dudley Simpson had been right; the food was excellent. After they ate, Dale got up to use the bathroom. "You need to go again, Jess?"
The boy shook his head. "No thanks."
Dale handed Carol a credit card. "Let's save our cash."
She nodded. "All right, baby."
"Back in a sec," he said as he turned away.
***
When he came out of the men's room, Carol and Jesse weren't at the table. The waitress had been quick. Most of the dirty plates were gone; the only ones left were his. Dale looked for his family near the front door, then up by the cash register, but they weren't there.
Maybe Jesse had changed his mind and Carol had brought him into the bathroom with her. So Dale waited, but after several minutes passed and they didn't come out, he decided to check outside. They might have gotten cold or Jesse could've gotten restless and they were waiting out front for him. But they weren't out front, either.
Across the street the lights were out at the gas station--Dudley was closed for the night. The Jeep Cherokee sat at the pumps. Anxiously, Dale looked at the hotel. Maybe...but they wouldn't do that, wouldn't have gone without him. That wasn't like Carol. Smart and independent, but she liked her husband doing the man things, and in her mind, checking into a hotel was a man thing.
Back inside he knocked on the door of the women's restroom. No one answered, so he cracked it open. "Carol?" No answer. "Carol, Jess, you there?"
"Can I help you, sir?" It was their waitress.
Embarrassed, Dale forced a laugh. "I seem to have lost my wife and son." He nodded toward the men's room. "While I was in there."
"Your wife and son?" She looked confused.
"When I came back they were gone."
She had a blank look on her face.
Annoyed, he said, "I ate with them."
The waitress furrowed her brow. "Sir, I didn't see you with anyone else."
Dale stared at her. For a second he thought that maybe he was wrong, maybe this wasn't his waitress. He checked her name tag, saw it said April. "You waited on us." Dale pointed to his right cheek. "My son has that little birthmark. You said an angel kissed him."
She shrugged. "I think I'd remember that."
He pointed to himself. "You remember me?" Then at their table. "We were sitting right there."
She nodded. "Yes, sir. I remember you, but you ate by yourself." She turned to the table where Dale's dishes still sat. "I was just bringing you your bill."
He raised his voice. "Is this some kind of a joke?" People began looking at him.
April took a step back and raised her hands. "You need to talk to Mr. Simms."
"Who's Mr. Simms?"
"The owner."
"Well that's who I want to see."
Mr. Simms was already scurrying over. "What's the problem?"
Dale turned to him. "I can't find my family." He pointed at the girl. "She was our waitress and she's telling me she doesn't even remember them."
Mr. Simms looked at April.
She shrugged again. "I'm sorry but he was alone. I've never seen his family."
Simms looked like he didn't understand. April tried to explain it again, but Dale cut her off and pointed to the table. "My family and I ate right there. I went to the restroom, came out, and they were gone."
Mr. Simms clapped a hand on Dale's shoulder. "Maybe they're outside waiting for you."
"I've checked outside," he barked. "They're not there."
Simms glanced at the waitress. "Why don't you get back to work. I'll handle this."
Dale grabbed her by the arm. "She knows where they are."
Everyone in the restaurant stared at him.
Mr. Simms jerked Dale's hand away from the girl. "Sir, she said she doesn't know where your family is."
April pleaded with her boss. "He didn't have his family with him."
"She's lying!" Dale said, as he inched closer to April.
Simms stepped between them. Looking at Dale, he said, "Have you checked your car?"
He nodded. "It's broken down at the gas station across the street. We've got to spend the night at the hotel."
Mr. Simms smiled. "That's probably it."
"What?"
"I bet they're at the hotel."
"He was by himself," April said.
The restaurant owner snapped his head towards her and pointed to the dinning area. "Go."
She looked at her boss for a second, a half-formed protest on her lips; then suddenly she spun on her heel and stomped away.
Simms looked back at Dale. "Have you checked the hotel?"
"They wouldn't do that."
"Have you checked?" Insistent.
Dale could feel himself losing control as the sweat dripped from his armpits. He took several deep breaths, trying to force himself to calm down. "No, I haven't."
"Maybe your kids got tired."
The deep breathing had made him light-headed. "Just the one boy." As Dale turned toward the door, Simms patted him on the back. "I'm sure everything's going to be fine."
But things weren't fine. At the hotel, he woke up Mrs. Jensen. Turns out she and Mr. Jensen had an apartment behind the office. Dale had banged on the glass door of the office for five minutes before a light came on.
Mrs. Jensen had come out first. A white haired old lady, covered in a paper-thin pink housecoat, imprinted with blue flowers the size of a quarter. A minute later, Mr. Jensen, looking about seventy, dressed in a full set of dark green, silk pajamas and a pair of matching slippers, stumbled into the office, smelling like he'd taken a bath in Jack Daniel's.
Dale's heart sank. He went through the story anyway, but as he expected, the Jensens said that no one had checked in or even come by since mid-morning.
Walking back to the restaurant, he looked at his Jeep. Still empty and no one near it.
A marked police car was parked near the restaurant's front door. As he got closer, Dale read the decal on the side, BATESVILLE TOWN MARSHAL. Maybe now he could get some help.
Just inside, near the cash register, Dale found April the waitress, Mr. Simms, and a heavyset man in jeans and a T-shirt, talking. As he walked up, all three stopped and stared at him. He felt like a freak in a boardwalk exhibit.
"Did you find them?" Simms asked.
Dale shook his head. "The people at the hotel haven't seen them."
The big man in jeans took a step toward him. "Mr...?
"Thornton. Dale Thornton."
The man stuck out his hand. "Jerry Stillwell. I'm town marshal."
"Saw your car outside." Dale shook the marshal's hand. "My wife and son are miss--"
"I understand there was a problem here earlier."
"Yeah there's a problem. My family disappeared."
The marshal and Simms traded glances; then he looked back at Dale. "So I heard. What do you think happened to them?"
Something didn't feel right. "If I knew that, they wouldn't be missing."
Marshal Stillwell stuck his belly out. "No reason to get smart. You all ready scared some customers. Don't make--"
"Scared some customers. Is that why you're here, because I scared some customers? My wife and son are MISSING!" Everyone in the restaurant had stopped eating and was watching the soap opera at the door. With a sharp edge to his voice, Dale said, "What are you going to do about it?"
The marshal jabbed a finger at him. "You better calm yourself down or I'll do it for you. Now I need to ask you some questions," his eyes swept the customers, "and I don't think this is the place to do it."
"I'm not going anywhere." Dale pointed to the completely cleaned off table where they'd eaten. "Half an hour ago my family and I ate right there. Now they're gone. Someone in here knows what happened to them."
The marshal dropped a big hand on Dale's shoulder and tried to guide him out the door. "We're going to find your family, but not here, not like--"
Dale pulled away. He pointed to Simms and the waitress. "They coming with us?"
"I don't see the need for--"
Dale reached out for April. "She's lying!"
With surprising speed, the town marshal slipped behind him and clamped a meaty forearm around his throat, sealing off his windpipe. Dale grabbed at the hairy arm and tried to twist it away as the marshal whispered in his ear, "Take it easy, son." Then something jabbed him in the kidney that sent waves of pain shooting up his back.
Seconds later, Dale was on the floor, his cheek pressed against the cool tiles, as the marshal handcuffed his wrists behind his back.
***
"She said it was the kiss of an angel, huh?" Marshal Stillwell asked. Things had calmed down some. Dale and the town marshal were alone in his office. Dale was still handcuffed, but the marshal had moved them to the front. He sat in a chair in front of the lawman's desk, watching him fill out forms with a ballpoint pen. Stillwell touched his finger to his right cheek. "That mark you're talking about is right here?"
Dale nodded.
"That's strange."
The handcuffs were uncomfortable. Dale twisted his wrists, trying to get some circulation back. "What's unusual about it?"
"We had a preacher in town few years back with the same kind of mark on his face." Stillwell traced a small circle on his cheek. "Heard him say once during a sermon it was from an angel's kiss."
Dale stared at the marshal, his flesh suddenly crawling with goosebumps.
"But he was a strange one. Lots of rumors. Guess it goes with the territory."
"What territory?"
"Young, good-looking preacher. Single. Moves into town, starts preaching all hours of the night." He gave Dale a knowing wink, like they were sharing a secret. "Giving special counseling sessions to half the women in town."
Grasping at straws, looking for anything. Dale said, "Is he still here?"
Marshal Stillwell shook his head. "Church burned down."
"What about the preacher?"
"We never found his body."
"He was the only one in the church?"
Stillwell looked down at the form on his desk and pressed his pen to it. "He had six or eight ladies in there with him. Supposed to be some sort of social club. Fire was so hot, we couldn't tell one body from the next. That was when the rumors really started."
Dale flexed his fingers. His hands hurt. "What kind of rumors?"
The marshal laughed. "Just gossip. People 'round here are simple minded, superstitious, that's all."
"What kind of gossip?"
Stillwell looked up. "Not everybody you understand, but some people have been talking about how the preacher isn't really dead, about how he's gonna come back some day."
Dale needed to get out, to find Carol and Jesse. There was something terribly wrong here. "Am I under arrest?"
Stillwell nodded.
In the corner stood a single holding cell, the door gaping open, waiting. "What's the charge?"
The marshal jerked a thumb in the general direction of the restaurant. "Disturbing the peace."
"What about my family?"
The man tapped the pile of forms in front of him. "I'll forward these missing persons reports to the state police in the morning; then I'll call the judge and try to get a bond set for you."
Dale sprung to his feet. "I've got to find my family tonight!"
Marshal Stillwell eased out of his chair and stood up. "Just calm down. Soon as I get this information to them, the state troopers will be on the lookout." He jerked his thumb toward the south. "Their office is just five miles down the road."
Dale nodded at the phone on the desk. "Call them now."
The marshal shook his head. "Can't do that."
"Why not."
"I got procedures to follow."
Dale Thornton squatted and shoved the desk into Stillwell. The marshal's chair rolled back on its casters but snagged on something and tipped over, spilling Marshal Stillwell onto the floor. Dale scrambled over the desk, knocking papers, pens, and a near full cup of coffee on top of the lawman, then dropped a knee into the man's big belly. The marshal curled into a ball and moaned.
Stillwell didn't have a gun on him, at least not one Dale could find. The way he was dressed it looked like he had been called out from home. Maybe he forgot his gun, or maybe he just didn't carry one. Dale grabbed a handful of shirt and dragged the marshal into the open holding cell, then kicked the door shut. It locked automatically.
By the time Stillwell staggered to his feet Dale was searching his desk. The marshal tried to rip the steel bars apart with his bare hands. "Let me out of here, you crazy bastard!"
Dale ignored him. In the bottom right hand drawer he found a gun, a .38 caliber, five-shot Smith and Wesson. Stillwell started shouting for help. Dale leveled the gun at him. "Shut up."
Stillwell quit yelling.
Dale kept searching.
A few seconds later, the marshal said, "You'll never get away with this."
Holding his wrists up, Dale rattled the handcuffs. "Keys?"
The cop pointed to the desk. "Bottom left."
After he got the handcuffs off, Dale finished going through the desk, then did a quick search of a filing cabinet that was set against the wall. There he found keys to the holding cell and a roll of duct tape.
As Dale approached the cell, Marshal Stillwell backed against the far wall. "What are you gonna do?"
Aiming the revolver at Stillwell's belly, Dale ordered him to lie on the floor. A few minutes later he relocked the cell door, leaving the marshal with his hands cuffed behind his back and a strip of silver duct tape wrapped around his head that sealed his mouth shut. On his way out of the marshal's office, Dale tossed the revolver back into the desk drawer and kicked it shut. That was trouble he didn't need.
The state police. "Their office is just five miles down the road," the marshal had said.
Darkness had settled over the Batesville. How long had he been in the marshal's office? Everything in town was closed and locked up tight. There wasn't a light to be seen, and not a soul on the street. He didn't see any payphones.
He had to get out of town. Which way had the marshal pointed when he mentioned the state police? Thinking about it, Dale decided it had to be south. They'd driven in from the north and he was sure they hadn't passed a state police troop.
The night had turned cold. If he was going to walk for five miles he needed a jacket.
It took just a few minutes to make it to the gas station. His Jeep was right where he'd left it, but when he reached into his pocket for the keys they weren't there. An image flashed through his mind. A close up shot just like in a movie. His hand reaching toward Dudley Simpson's, and in his hand, his keys.
Damn!
He looked into the rear window, saw their luggage lying in the back. Dale thought about breaking the window and getting a jacket, maybe his gun, too. Not the gun. He was in enough trouble all ready for what he'd done to the town marshal. Assault, kidnapping--maybe not kidnapping, he hadn't taken him anywhere, just locked him in his own cell--but something like kidnapping. Desperation had driven him to it. That's the only reason he had done it. Because he had to find Carol and Jesse.
He could make it without a jacket.
Old Highway 167 south. Dale Thornton started walking. Ten minutes later he saw headlights behind him, coming from town. He crouched in the bushes beside the highway, but the beat-up pickup glided to a stop next to him. An old man sat behind the wheel, alone in the truck. "You need a ride?"
Feeling like a complete fool, Dale stood. "Yeah, I guess."
"Where you headed?"
"You know where the state police office is?"
The old man nodded, then jerked his head toward the passenger side. "Hop in."
As he climbed into the pickup truck, Dale shot a glance at the old man. Probably at least seventy, with long ghost white hair and a bushy mustache, wearing a stained undershirt and a pair of denim overalls. Dale scanned the dashboard for a clock but didn't see one. "What time is it?"
The old man shrugged. "Haven't worn a watch in thirty years. Do things as quick as I can. A timepiece strapped to my wrist ain't gonna make me move any faster."
The drive was torture. Never did the old man go over thirty-five miles an hour. Only good thing was that he didn't ask any questions. Just dropped Dale off in the parking lot of the state police troop. As he walked through the door into the police station, Dale glanced over his shoulder and saw the old man's pickup rumbling down the highway.
Inside, sitting behind a chest high counter, was a uniformed trooper, sergeant stripes on his sleeves. Mid-40's, with an iron gray crew cut. "Can I help you, sir?" the sergeant said.
Dale spat out the story as fast as he could, leaving out the part about how he'd handcuffed the town marshal and left him gagged in his own jail cell.
The sergeant's face had remained inscrutable while Dale talked. "What was the name of that town again, sir?"
"Batesville."
The sergeant wheeled his chair over to a map hanging on the wall. "And where'd you say it was?"
The state cop demonstrated the same bureaucrat mentality as the town marshal. Any minute now he'd break out a sheaf of forms and start filling them out. Dale pointed north. "Five miles that way."
"What'd you say your name was again?" The sergeant glided the chair back over to his work area and pulled a pen from his shirt pocket.
"Thornton. Dale Thornton."
As soon as the sergeant finished jotting Dale's name on a pad, he looked up. "There's no town named Batesville."
"I was just there!"
The sergeant stood up. "Take it easy, sir. I'm sure you just got the name mixed up."
Just like in the restaurant.
"...get to the bottom of it." The desk sergeant was still talking, but Dale hadn't heard everything. He felt dizzy. Was everyone around here crazy? "We ate dinner there," he mumbled. "I left my car at the gas station. Dudley Simpson's gas station."
The sergeant nodded as he walked around the counter. A big man, at least six feet, with the beefy build of a weightlifter. "I know Simpson's place. Old 167 and Highway 90. But there's no town there, just the gas station."
"The gas station's smack in the middle of the town. There's a restaurant, a general store, and a hotel, too."
The sergeant closed on him, his body bladed, his gun side away from Dale. "I need you to put your hands on the counter, sir."
"What?"
With his right hand resting on his holstered pistol, the state trooper took hold of Dale's wrist with his left hand and pushed it to the top of the counter. Dale's other hand followed. The sergeant said, "Pull you feet back."
"What are you doing?"
"You have any weapons on you?"
"No! Of course not." Glad he'd left the marshal's gun, glad he hadn't gotten his own out of the Jeep.
"I'm just gonna pat you down."
"Why?" Dale said. "I haven't done anything. My family's missing?"
The sergeant slid his hands over Dale's waist and the outside of his pockets. "It's for safety, sir."
"Whose?"
"Yours and mine," the trooper sergeant said as he stepped backward a few feet.
"Something's happened to my wife and son. I came here for help."
"What happened to them?"
"I don't know," Dale said. "That's why I need your help."
"Mr. Thornton, I've worked this area for nineteen years. There is no town called Batesville."
"I don't care what you call it, but there's a town five miles away and we need to go there right now."
"Closest town is twelve miles from here and it's south."
The gas station. At least the sergeant knew about the gas station. Dale looked over his shoulder at the big cop. "Can I stand up?" After getting a nod, Dale pushed away from the counter and stood straight. Arguing wasn't getting him anywhere. "Look sergeant, maybe I seem a bit confused, but I know my wife and 6-year-old son are missing. Our car broke down at Simpson's gas station. Can you drive me there and help me look for them?"
The sergeant took his hand off his pistol and relaxed a little. "How'd you get here?"
"An old man in a pickup gave me a ride."
"You get his name?"
Dale's mouth opened but nothing came out as he realized he couldn't remember a thing about the old man or his truck. No details at all.
"What's the matter?"
Dale shook his head. "He...he just gave me a ride. I didn't get his name."
The trooper sergeant held up his hand. "Stay right here. Soon as I get someone to cover the desk, I'll give you a ride back to Simpson's."
Ten minutes later Dale climbed into the passenger seat of the state police car. The sergeant looked over at him. "Put your seatbelt on." Dale strapped himself in but noticed the sergeant didn't.
On the highway the trooper asked him to go over the story again. As Dale repeated what had happened, the sergeant asked several questions about Simpson's: what time of day, what was wrong with the car, who had the keys; but he asked nothing about what happened in the restaurant. The restaurant that wasn't there, according to the sergeant.
A few minutes later the police cruiser's headlights lit up the darkened gas station and Dale's Jeep parked at the pumps.
There was nothing else--absolutely nothing else.
The sergeant slowed down as he turned into the parking lot. "That your Cherokee?"
Stunned, Dale couldn't answer. Staring out the window, struck dumb by what he saw, or didn't see. No restaurant, no hotel, no Batesville General Store--no town. Just empty farmland and a few trees surrounding the gas station.
The trooper pulled his car up behind the Jeep, leaving a car-length gap between the two of them. "Stay here," he said as he pulled a flashlight from a charger mounted to the dash.
Dale leaned his head against the window and watched the sergeant creep up to the driver's door of his Jeep Cherokee, flashlight held out in front of him, his other hand on the butt of his pistol. The state cop opened the door--the locked door--and poked his head inside the passenger compartment of Dale's Jeep. The trooper backed out and held up his hand, Dale's keys dangling from his fingers. "Keys were inside," he shouted.
With legs quivering, Dale stepped out of the police car. He couldn't understand this. The Jeep had been locked, Dudley Simpson had the keys. He stumbled toward the trooper.
The sergeant shined his flashlight into the back, into the cargo compartment. Suddenly, his face turned to stone. He dropped the keys, drew his gun, aimed both it and his flashlight at Dale. "Don't move!"
Dale stopped dead. What the hell was...
"Get on the ground!"
Not comprehending, Dale just stood there.
The trooper screamed at him, "Get on the fucking ground--now."
Dale Thornton dropped face down onto the pavement. From the corner of his eye, he saw the sergeant side-stepping around him until he was behind Dale and to his left.
The trooper said, "Turn your head to the right."
Dale did as he was told. Then the sergeant closed in and cuffed his hands behind his back. Just the second time in his life Dale had been handcuffed, both on the same night.
After backing up a few steps, the sergeant keyed the radio clipped to his belt and called the state police troop. When the dispatcher answered, the sergeant said, "I need back up units," Dale heard him take a deep breath, "and notify the corner."
The tinny voice from the radio said, "What you got, sergeant?"
"Homicide," the trooper answered. "Suspect is in custody."
Homicide?
The sergeant hooked Dale's elbows and jerked him to his feet, then picked up the keys and opened the tailgate of the Jeep.
Lying in the back, in the cargo space, arms and legs twisted into a torturous configuration, was the naked body of his wife, Carol. At the back of her head, her golden hair was tangled and caked with dried blood. Her face chalk white, her forehead blown out where the bullet had exited. On the carpet next to her was a .357 revolver--Dale's .357 revolver.
She was alone.
"Jesse!" Dale screamed at the dark and empty fields.
***
In 1885 the town of Batesville, Louisiana burned to the ground. Scores of people were killed in the predawn fire that swept through the town. Among those reported killed in the blaze was the town's only minister, but many bodies were so badly burned that positive identification was impossible.
The fire started in the Batesville church and was allegedly set by a preacher from a nearby town. The preacher, a God-fearing and righteous man, was said to have been outraged at the evil deeds going on in Batesville, which he had called a modern-day Sodom.
The town of Batesville was never rebuilt.
THE END

Basically most of the ships are a city floating in space. If I'm not mistaken. Some senior officers may have a private space to live in luxury. The living conditions of the workers at the bottom may be harsh. What is the life of the majority of grassroots sailors and middle and low-ranking officers? Will there be restaurants/cinemas/libraries/barber shops/bars and other general urban life functions on board? Do the ships have their own currency system or do they have a unified currency from a central authority?

The Upcoming ALDI Finds Ad for 06/07/23 - 06/13/23 is now available. The ad actually starts three days earlier in some stores. A list of items in each category is included below.
Bold denotes items that are new since the corresponding Aldi Finds Sneak Peek ad was published.

• Home Goods
  • Huntington Home 10-Tier Shoe Tower - $19.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home 4-Piece Bamboo Sheet Set - $34.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home Breezy Striped Window Sheers - $9.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home Cooling Down Alt Comforter - $34.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home Multipurpose Woven Throw - $19.99 (each)
• Kitchen
  • Crofton 11" Stainless Steel Frying Pan - $16.99 (each)
  • Crofton 2-in-1 Prep Tray - $9.99 (each)
  • Crofton 24-Piece Durable Food Storage Set - $9.99 (each)
  • Crofton Drink Caddy - $12.99 (each)
  • Crofton Fruit or Corn Gadget - $2.99 (each)
  • Crofton Master Cutting Board - $9.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home IndooOutdoor Tablecloth - $7.99 (each)
  • Range Master Thermometer, Light, Tenderizer or Press - $9.99 (each)
• Décor
  • Huntington Home Americana Gnome - $8.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home Americana Mini Gnome - $4.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home Craft Beer Candle - $5.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home Gnome Candle - $6.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home LED Gnome or Truck - $9.99 (each)
  • Huntington Home Summer Gnome - $8.99 (each)
• Home Improvement
  • Easy Home 16" Pedestal Fan - $19.99 (each)
  • Easy Home 5,000 BTU Window Air Conditioner - $129.99 (each)
  • Easy Home 8,000 BTU Air Conditioner - $169.99 (each)
  • Easy Home Mini Dehumidifier - $9.99 (each)
  • Easy Home Tower Fan - $19.99 (each)
• Garden & Patio
  • 8" Hydrangea Assorted Colors - see price in store
  • Range Master 17" Portable Tabletop Gas Griddle - $69.99 (each)
  • Range Master 4-Piece BBQ Tool Set - $12.99 (each)
• Apparel
  • Adventuridge Men's Trekking Sandals - $14.99 (each)
  • Crane Men's or Women's Polarized Sunglasses - $5.99 (each)
  • Royal Class Men's 2-Pack Sleep Shorts - $9.99 (each)
  • Serra Fashion Earrings - $4.99 (each)
  • Serra Ladies' 2-Pack Rib Bralettes - $9.99 (each)
  • Serra Ladies' Cooling Pajamas - $8.99 (each)
  • Serra Ladies' Denim Shorts - $9.99 (each)
  • Serra Ladies' Summer Sandals - $6.99 (each)
• School & Office Supplies
  • Pembrook Father's Day Card - $1.49 (each)
• Sports & Outdoor Activities
  • Adventuridge Hammock Chair - $49.99 (each)
  • Belavi 30" Outdoor Fire Pit - $59.99 (each)
  • Bestway Blue Rectangular Pool - $29.99 (each)
  • Crane 3-in-1 Foldable Mat & Lounge - $14.99 (each)
  • Crane Air Lounger - $14.99 (each)
  • Crane Animal Ride-On Float - $9.99 (each)
  • Crane Backpack Chair or Lounger - $34.99 (each)
  • Crane Foldable Mat with Backrest - $12.99 (each)
  • Crane Rainbow or Shark Sprinkler - $19.99 (each)
  • Crane Sand-Free Outdoor Mat - $8.99 (each)
  • Crane USB Neck Fan - $8.99 (each)
  • Fluid Life Vest - $9.99 (each)
• Alcohol
  • State of Brewing Tropical Fruit Smoothie Seltzer - see price in store
• Beverages
  • Gold Peak 6-Pack Assorted Varieties - $7.18 (Six 16.9-oz. bottles)
  • Protein2O Protein Water Assorted Varieties - $2.08 (16.9 oz.)
  • PurAqua Iced Tea Mix Canisters Assorted Varieties - $2.99 (19 oz.)
  • Smart Kids Organic Juice Pouches Assorted Varieties - $3.49 (48 oz.)
• Snacks
  • Combos Pretzels - $2.48 (6.3 oz.)
  • General Mills Gardetto's Original or Rye Chip - $2.99 (8–8.6 oz.)
  • Great Gherkins Garden Pickles Spears or Chips - $2.99 (25 oz.)
  • Hostess Donettes Snack Pack Powdered or Chocolate - $3 (12 oz.)
• Dairy & Eggs
  • Two Good Mixed Berry or Cherry Lowfat Greek Yogurt - $1.28 (5.3 oz.)
• Deli
  • EatPastry Fudge Core or Salted Caramel Core Cookie Dough 4-Pack - $5.99 (11 oz.)
  • Simms Chilled Snack Sticks Pork or Chicken - $3.99 (8 oz.)
• Frozen Foods
  • Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Pint - $4.48 (16 oz.)
  • Bremer Chicken Marsala or Chicken Parmigiana - $5.79 (24 oz.)
  • Cattlemen's Ranch Mushroom Swiss or All American Seasoned Beef Patties - $8.49 (2 lb.)
  • Fremont Fish Market Extra Jumbo EZ Peel Raw Shrimp - $14.99 (32 oz.)
  • Grill Master Collection - $59.99 (7.37 lb.)
  • Mama Cozzi's Pizza Kitchen Jalapeno Popper Pizza - $3.99 (14.15 oz.)
  • McCain Baby Cakes - $3.49 (20 oz.)
  • Roseland Original or Honey Garlic BBQ Baby Back Ribs - $9.49 (24 oz.)
  • Season's Choice Whole Onion Rings - $3.79 (16 oz.)
  • Sundae Shoppe Unicorn, Galactic or Mermaid Cones - $3.99 (17.58 oz.)
• Fresh Meat & Seafood
  • Never Any! Fresh Lamb Loin Chops - $8.99 (per lb.)
  • Simply Nature Fresh Family Pack Organic Grass-Fed 85/15 Ground Beef - $17.96 (per 4 lb.)
  • Wild Caught Cod Portions - $9.99 (each)
• Pantry Essentials
  • Olive Garden Garlic & Romano Croutons - $2 (5 oz.)
  • Olive Garden Signature Italian Dressing - $4.18 (16 oz.)
  • Reggano Cavatappi - $1.29 (16 oz.)
  • Stonemill 4-in-1 Global Exploration Blend - $4.29 (5.42–5.8 oz.)
• Household Essentials
  • Downy Downy Beads - $15.94 (26.5 oz.)
  • Downy Downy Rinse - $6.97 (25.5 oz.)
  • Febreze Laundry Favorites Assorted Varieties - $3.24 (8.8–16.9 oz.)
  • Range Master 2-Pack Multipurpose Lighters - $4.79 (each)
  • Tide Simply Plus Oxi Refreshing Breeze - $10.44 (115 oz.)

Corresponding Sneak Peek Ad post: (US) Aldi Finds Sneak Peek for 6/4/23 (6/7/23 in some stores)
Previous Aldi Finds ad: (US) Upcoming ALDI Finds for 5/31/23 (5/28/23 in some stores)
Archived Aldi Ad

I am getting married on Saturday and am having an open bar but decided a little last minute to do signature cocktails for just the cocktail hour. They will batch make the cocktails the morning of the wedding and I will just provide the ingredients and the recipe. I want to do a bee's knees for my drink as its one of my favorites but am not sure what to do about the lemon juice. We are doing just under 60 servings of each of our cocktails so for the bee's knees we would need about 45 lemons.
I think my options for the lemons are to either juice them all Friday morning and refrigerate it, or to make lemon super juice on Thursday or Friday. These cocktails will be served at 6:00 pm on Saturday and juicing the lemons Saturday morning isn't an option for logistical reasons. Any one have suggestions on which would be the better option? Or maybe another option I haven't thought of yet?

1. Would the lemon juice be good 30-ish hours before serving?
2. Would the super juice taste good in the Bee's Knees cocktail and does it need time to "mature"? I have seen some things mention it is not as good for the first 3-4 days but I would not be able to make it until Thursday afternoon.
3. If I use the super juice is that a 1:1 replacement for the lemon juice in the recipe?

TIA for any help!