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Spring Fashion at Gimbels

The Pittsburgh Press - Feb 21, 1967

The Beatles

George Harrison, John Lennon, Pete Best and Paul McCartney

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Excavating of the mind

on San Fransisco streets spoke

to our hippie ways,

hitchhiking, pot, LSD,

and protesting that damn war.

D W Eldred

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Detective Fraser Chapter 30 The Power of the Stones

He finds his daughter, shaking and pale, at the bottom of that bloody hill. He wants to yell, to shake her, to demand 'what the bloody hell' she is doing here.’ But, he needs to check on Gillian first even though he knows what he will find. He places her in his car with a small bottle of whisky.

“Stay! I will go see and be right back.”

“Be careful. Whatever is going on up there is powerful.” He nods and hurries up. She is right. He feels it as soon as he gets half way up. His hair stands on end and he feels his bawls pull up. Christ! He has force his body to move the rest of the way up.

“Gillian! Gillian are you up here lass!” He calls out so he can say he did. So he can tell his daughter so. He knows she isn’t. The Stones had carried her away. They could have done the same with Julia! He shudders all over at that thought.

His daughter, lost in time! He took several deep breaths as he looks around. There is no sigh of Gillian. She has just disappeared, like Randall thirty years ago. “Safe travels wherever you are lass.” He says before hurrying down.

He finds his own lass, curled in a ball in the front seat. She looks up when he comes back. “She is gone, isn't she?”

“Aye, and you could be too. What were you thinking?” The fear for Gillian tempered with the relief in her own safety, has him filling a bit unhinged.

“I wasn’t. I had to tell someone da. She is my best mate. We were just going to see. She wasn’t to touch.” She hurries to tell him as he starts to drive off. He must get them away from the power coming from that hill.

“She wasn’t to touch and you wasn’t to tell.”

“I couldn’t stay up there. The pull, I felt it in my blood. It was making me sick. I had to leave.”

“Thank Christ you did!”

“She was supposed to be right behind me. I waited as long as I could.”

“Julia, you aren’t to blame. You warned her and told her not to touch the stones.”

“You blame me for telling through.”

“I.. No. No, I was scared. Up on that hill, feeling that power, I was terrified that you had been subject to that. I am also so relieved you were able to fight your way down. “

“I though of you, mam, and Henry. Da, do you think Gillian is alright?”

He has no idea but.. “Aye lass. She was invigorated by the power. I am sure it took her somewhere safe.”

“Yah. I am sorry da. I will never go back there again and, I will tell no one else.”

“That is good Julia. Lets get you home.”

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