PREVIEW: The Shorebirds can lock away their first series win in May with a victory in game three against the BlueClaws. The Shorebirds have dropped five consecutive series. Delmarva used a six-inning gem from Matt Hobgood last night to top the BlueClaws 7-4. The Shorebirds are now nine games out of first place with 20 games remaining in the half.
BALANCED ATTACK: Eight of the nine Shorebirds starters recorded a hit last night against Lakewood. All nine reached base in the game and eight of the nine came into score.
SILENCING THE ‘CLAWS: Shorebirds pitching has completely neutralized Lakewood’s offense in games one and two. The ‘Claws are hitting .117 in the series (7-60). All four of their RBIs in the series have come on two home runs (Leandro Castro and Sebastian Valle). Lakewood is tied for second in the league in batting average (.264) and second in the league in runs scored (261).
MOST RUNS @ PERDUE: The eight runs last night are the most scored by Delmarva in a game at Perdue Stadium this season. Their previous high was seven plated against Hagerstown on April 18 and Greensboro on April 22.
SIX TWO-OUT RBIs: The ‘Birds recorded a season high six two-out RBIs. Steve Bumbry and Michael Ohlman had two, while Mychal Givens and Tyler Stampone each had one.
DelMarVa's Premier Source for News, Opinion, Analysis, and Human Interest Contact Publisher Joe Albero at alberobutzo@wmconnect.com or 410-430-5349
Monday, May 31, 2010
Warren Buffett Continues to Sell Gannett Stock
Warren Buffett's Berkshire Hathaway continues to trim its stake in Gannett Publications - (The Daily Times parent Company) - by 21% during the first quarter of 2010. In fact, of all of Buffett's holdings - percentage wise - GCI represents the largest liquidation of its holdings. Buffett sold 451,969 shares of GCI during the first quarter of 2010 - and has sold 1 million of 3 million of its Gannett shares. This represents a 1/3 reduction of Berkshire's total holdings in Gannett.
However, what is more alarming is that one of Gannett's biggest investors - Brandes Investment Partners - sold all of its 23 million shares.
Just how low will Gannett go? Inquiring minds want to know.
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God, Can You Do Me This Favor?
Cindy: Hi God, it's me again.
God: Hi Cindy, always nice to hear from you.
Cindy: God, I have another favor to ask.
God: What is it this time my friend?
Cindy: Well, today is Memorial Day.
God: Yes, I know and am glad you remembered.
Cindy: I have asked for many favors in the past for family and friends.
God: I see. So, this favor is for yourself this time?
Cindy: Yes God
God: You don't usually ask for favors for yourself. Have I not given you enough?
Cindy: Yes God and I thank you. But this favor is special.
God: I'll be the judge of that.
Cindy: What I am asking for is impossible.
God: Nothing is impossible.
Cindy: My favor is, I just wish I could somehow thank every man and woman who has fought for ME in the past and will still be in the future and for allowing me the freedom that I love so much!
God: Cindy, you already have and are still thanking them as we speak.
Cindy: How is that God?
God: Cindy, I am standing by your side right this minute and I see the tears on your face as we speak. I am feeling your every emotion and know how thankful you are. Just by talking to me, your voice has been heard by many who are already here and I will pass your words on to those who are still there for you.
Cindy: Thank you God.
God: No Cindy, thank you. This favor is on me and will be granted.
Cindy: Amen
God: Hi Cindy, always nice to hear from you.
Cindy: God, I have another favor to ask.
God: What is it this time my friend?
Cindy: Well, today is Memorial Day.
God: Yes, I know and am glad you remembered.
Cindy: I have asked for many favors in the past for family and friends.
God: I see. So, this favor is for yourself this time?
Cindy: Yes God
God: You don't usually ask for favors for yourself. Have I not given you enough?
Cindy: Yes God and I thank you. But this favor is special.
God: I'll be the judge of that.
Cindy: What I am asking for is impossible.
God: Nothing is impossible.
Cindy: My favor is, I just wish I could somehow thank every man and woman who has fought for ME in the past and will still be in the future and for allowing me the freedom that I love so much!
God: Cindy, you already have and are still thanking them as we speak.
Cindy: How is that God?
God: Cindy, I am standing by your side right this minute and I see the tears on your face as we speak. I am feeling your every emotion and know how thankful you are. Just by talking to me, your voice has been heard by many who are already here and I will pass your words on to those who are still there for you.
Cindy: Thank you God.
God: No Cindy, thank you. This favor is on me and will be granted.
Cindy: Amen
Today's Memorial Photo By Scott Phoebus
" I did not take these Photos"In Loving Memory Of My Uncle Art
Honor After The Fall
Those who know, will never forget. Think of those who are willing to pay the price for all of us.
"Freedom has a special flavor for those of us who fought for it, then to those of the protected"
Delaware Electric Cooperative "Peak Alert"
URGENT “BEAT THE PEAK”
3 P.M. to 7 P.M., Today, May 31st
Because of the warm weather forecasted in our region tomorrow, we are asking you to delay the usage of all unnecessary lights and appliances during these hours as well as turning your thermostat up 3 degrees.
While the largest consumers of electricity in the home during these hours and during this time of year are cooling costs and lighting, other large consumers of electricity include major appliances such as dishwashers, washing machines, clothes dryers, water heaters and stoves.
By delaying the use of unnecessary lighting and appliances as well as turning your thermostat up 3 degrees between 3 P.M. and 7 P.M., today, we can save energy resources, avoid high cost energy and help the environment.
For more information on our “Beat the Peak” program visit www.beatthepeak.coop and be sure to signup for a free In-Home Indicator which you plug into the wall and it will alert you when a Beat the Peak event happens.
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If we all save a little, together we save a lot.
Cemetery Watchman ....
I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. (That's Military time, for those of you who don't know). Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day and I can go home. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.
I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.
Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.
I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.
'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'
She took long enough to answer.
'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'
'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.
She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'
' Vietnam , ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'
She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'
I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'
She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off.. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.'
'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.
She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944..
She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'
I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'
She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'
I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'
'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'
She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.
'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'
Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'
She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband,Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all marines.'
She stopped Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.'
Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.
'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.
When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'Tehen Hut! Present Haaaarms!'
I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.
I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'
As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'
Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.
'In God We Trust.'
Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!
If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.
I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.
Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.
I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.
'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'
She took long enough to answer.
'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'
'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.
She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'
' Vietnam , ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'
She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'
I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'
She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off.. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.'
'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.
She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944..
She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'
I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'
She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'
I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'
'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'
She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.
'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'
Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'
She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband,Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all marines.'
She stopped Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.'
Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.
'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.
When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'Tehen Hut! Present Haaaarms!'
I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.
I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'
As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'
Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.
'In God We Trust.'
Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!
If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!
TRAFFIC ALERT
Pavement Reconstruction Project Will Require Daytime Closures for Five Roads in Sussex County
Beginning Tuesday, June 1
Georgetown -- The Department of Transportation (DelDOT) announces that a pavement reconstruction project will require daytime road closures in Sussex County. All road closures will occur during these specific dates from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., weather permitting at the following locations:
Tuesday, June 1 through Wednesday, June 2; Tuesday, June 8 through Wednesday, June 9
Country Living Road from Godwin School Road to Hardscrabble Road
Thursday, June 3 and Thursday, June 10 (No Weekend Closures)
Delaware Avenue from Laurel Road to Route 113
Friday, June 4 through Friday, June 11 (No Weekend Closures)
Greenhurst Farm Road from Shawnee Road to Woodyard Road
Monday, June 14 through Friday, June 18 and Friday, June 25 through Wednesday, June 30 (No Weekend Closures)
Oak Road from Route 18 to Redden Road
Tuesday, June 1 through Friday, June 11 and Monday, June 21 through Friday, June 25 (No Weekend Closures)
St. Johnstown/Fawn Road from Long Branch Road to Route 16
The gap for the road closures is due to the first date that the contractor is doing the full depth reclamation. The full depth reclamation has to cure before the contractor can come back and pave the roadway. Full depth reclamation is a process that rebuilds worn out asphalt pavements by recycling the existing roadway. The old asphalt and base materials are pulverized, mixed with cement and water, and compacted to produce a strong durable base for either an asphalt or concrete surface. This is an environmental friendly process. The contractor for these improvements is American Infrastructure-MD, Inc.
These are narrow roads, so some delays for residents and school buses may be encountered due to clearing of equipment from the roadway, but accommodations will be made for their access.
Beginning Tuesday, June 1
Georgetown -- The Department of Transportation (DelDOT) announces that a pavement reconstruction project will require daytime road closures in Sussex County. All road closures will occur during these specific dates from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., weather permitting at the following locations:
Tuesday, June 1 through Wednesday, June 2; Tuesday, June 8 through Wednesday, June 9
Country Living Road from Godwin School Road to Hardscrabble Road
Thursday, June 3 and Thursday, June 10 (No Weekend Closures)
Delaware Avenue from Laurel Road to Route 113
Friday, June 4 through Friday, June 11 (No Weekend Closures)
Greenhurst Farm Road from Shawnee Road to Woodyard Road
Monday, June 14 through Friday, June 18 and Friday, June 25 through Wednesday, June 30 (No Weekend Closures)
Oak Road from Route 18 to Redden Road
Tuesday, June 1 through Friday, June 11 and Monday, June 21 through Friday, June 25 (No Weekend Closures)
St. Johnstown/Fawn Road from Long Branch Road to Route 16
The gap for the road closures is due to the first date that the contractor is doing the full depth reclamation. The full depth reclamation has to cure before the contractor can come back and pave the roadway. Full depth reclamation is a process that rebuilds worn out asphalt pavements by recycling the existing roadway. The old asphalt and base materials are pulverized, mixed with cement and water, and compacted to produce a strong durable base for either an asphalt or concrete surface. This is an environmental friendly process. The contractor for these improvements is American Infrastructure-MD, Inc.
These are narrow roads, so some delays for residents and school buses may be encountered due to clearing of equipment from the roadway, but accommodations will be made for their access.