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Beyond That Horizon: November 2009
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Author: Jeff Hicks /. Teaching high school on Yap was rewarding, yet dangerous. The Yapese people lived under a different set of rules than anyone I had encountered to that point in my life. The silent, social contract that keeps a society peaceful and in harmony, was very loose and often non-existent on the island of Yap. His motorcycle gang was notorious for riding the island roads and trails on old, dirt bikes painted black - two riders to a bike. The man on back wielded a machete and it was his j...
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Beyond That Horizon: July 2008
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Author: Jeff Hicks /. Through the grapevine, we heard that the Yapese high school was looking for teachers. Teachers are in short supply everywhere! Thus began our tenure as professional educators. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). By Ophelia Nicholson Code SEO.
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Beyond That Horizon: June 2008
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Living on a Prayer. Author: Jeff Hicks /. Anyway, we were getting comfortable and about ready to fix dinner when a huge ruckus suddenly erupted outside. Doors were slamming and a lady was screaming for her life. I ran to the window to see what was going on. A middle-aged couple had recently moved in below our neighbor friends’ house and we thought it might be them having a knock-down-drag-out fight. Author: Jeff Hicks /. I had a good friend named John who was a Navy SeaBee stationed on Yap. We met ab...
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Bloke Rancid: October 2009
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Parody is the best form of compliment! Thursday, October 1, 2009. Well, Bloke Rancid surmised that he would have to settle that score when he was done getting shut of these here injuns. That old man shouldn’t be misrepresentin stuff like that. “Maybe a good old fashioned Tennessee Hills beatin would teach im,” Bloke contemplated. 8220;This beaut’ pearly handled pistol will be payment ‘enuf fer ma’ trouble of hav’n a sore hand for the next couple days! 8221; the leader of the band proclaimed. Many gru...
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Bloke Rancid: I. Steppin' In It
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Parody is the best form of compliment! Thursday, October 1, 2009. I Steppin' In It. The small spring gurgled and vomited out its contents of cool clear water as it had done for centuries. The water splashed over the granite ledge and fanned out over the small plain below. The dry plain gulped and absorbed the water like a dry, parched animal kicking out its last breath of life. Small green tufts of grass grew here and there where the water flowed. 8220;Well, well, sonny, Pa Rancid drawled, I reckon yah j...
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Bloke Rancid: II. Charlie Horse
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Parody is the best form of compliment! Thursday, October 1, 2009. Well, Bloke Rancid surmised that he would have to settle that score when he was done getting shut of these here injuns. That old man shouldn’t be misrepresentin stuff like that. “Maybe a good old fashioned Tennessee Hills beatin would teach im,” Bloke contemplated. 8220;This beaut’ pearly handled pistol will be payment ‘enuf fer ma’ trouble of hav’n a sore hand for the next couple days! 8221; the leader of the band proclaimed. Many gru...
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Beyond That Horizon: March 2008
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Gilligan, The King Of Peppers. Author: Jeff Hicks /. We were invited to have supper with a Filipino family. They were not members of our Church, but we were good friends and I think they liked having us around for conversation and on occasion, for the entertainment value. They lived on a hill above Colonia in a nice home that had air conditioning and carpet. I think the father was in Yap on assignment for a construction project. It took a few moments for the debilitating pain from the fire in his mouth t...
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Beyond That Horizon: April 2008
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Author: Jeff Hicks /. This habit of throwing garbage into the jungle was practiced by every Yapese that I knew. Everyone had their own personal dump. Incidentally, one had to be very careful around our back door, the gateway to our dump, since the doorway was about twelve feet from the ground. There was no porch or stairs. Luckily I got out of the way in time and did not singe any of my hair or eyebrows – I only suffered a minor flesh wound on my forearm. The neighbor was somewhat dismayed because that d...
