"11/22/63"

http://lubbockonline.com/stories/112200/upd_jfk.shtml


Lubbock Avalanche-Journal


Museum shows footage from Kennedy assassination hidden for 37 years

Published: Wednesday, November 22, 2000

MIKE CRISSEY

Associated Press Writer

DALLAS {AP} After 37 years, the public for the first time can view what is considered the second most important footage of President John F. Kennedy's assassination, including scenes of Jackie Kennedy climbing over the trunk of the presidential limousine as it sped away from Dealey Plaza.










http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/jacketcopy/2011/03/stephen-king-follows-delillo-stone-into-jfk-myth.html


Los Angeles Times BOOKS


Jacket Copy

BOOKS, AUTHORS AND ALL THINGS BOOKISH


Stephen King follows Delillo, Stone into JFK myth

March 3, 2011 11:13 am

Mega-bestselling author Stephen King has been getting serious in recent years, moving from undead pets, haunted hotels and other unexplained phenomena into the true story of his terrible injury (he was hit by a car, and no, it wasn't Christine) and penning the preface to the Best American Short Stories anthology.

And he's jumping into the presidential assassination conspiracy fire with his next book, "11/22/63." The book, announced Wednesday



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Release dates for

The Flight of the Phoenix (1965)

Country Date

USA 15 December 1965



http://www.texarkanagazette.com/gcms/news/2011/04/17/lesa-withem-306979.php


Texarkana Gazette


LESA WITHEM

ASHDOWN, Ark.—Lesa Jewell Withem of Ashdown died Thursday, April 14, 2011










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Star Trek: First Contact


LILY: It's the ECON.

COCHRANE: After all these years?

(more photon bolts)

LILY: We've got to get to the Phoenix!

(another photon bolt)

COCHRANE: To hell with the Phoenix.










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Superman III


:10:00
I'LL TELL HIM.
BYE-BYE.

:10:02
THAT WAS MY
FRIEND BETTY.

:10:04
THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT.

:10:07
A TRUCK CRASHED
THROUGH THE RIVER BRIDGE.

:10:09
IT'S HANGING OFF
THE SIDE OF THE BRIDGE,

:10:10
AND THE DRIVER'S
STILL IN THE CAB.

:10:12
I HATE TO RUSH YOU.

:10:15
THERE'S NO RUSH.

:10:16
BUT THE BRIDGE.

:10:19
I ALWAYS GET
THERE ON TIME.

:10:21
LET'S RELAX.

:10:35
IT'S UNUSUAL FINDING
A GOOD-LOOKING GIRL

:10:38
LIKE YOU
ALONE LIKE THIS.

:10:48
LISTEN, UM...

:10:50
SHOULDN'T YOU
DO SOMETHING

:10:53
ABOUT THE BRIDGE?

:10:54
WHAT BRIDGE?










http://www.tv.com/shows/ncis-los-angeles/resurrection-2816088/


tv.com


NCIS: Los Angeles Season 4 Episode 21

Resurrection


The missing body of a cartel boss sends Kensi and Deeks to Mexico while the rest of the NCIS team looks for a potential leak within the DEA's special task force.


AIRED: 4/23/13





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NCIS: LA 4x21 Resurrection

Original Air Date on April 23, 2013


DEEKS: Did you just drop the "because I said so" bomb on him?

KENSI: So, what if I did?

DEEKS: What do you mean, "What if I did?" What, are you gonna send him to his room next?

KENSI: Excuse me?

DEEKS: Take away his milk money?

KENSI: Whoa...

JAVIER: Why are you guys arguing?

KENSI & DEEKS: We're not arguing.

KENSI: We are having a discussion.

DEEKS: Why don't you just work on that ten and two?

KENSI: Oh, what?

DEEKS: Ten and two, ten and two.

KENSI: Yeah?

JAVIER: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

DEEKS: Put your hands on the wheel.

[Kensi sighs; Deeks too…]

JAVIER: Lady's crazy, dude.










http://www.e-reading.org.ua/bookreader.php/80261/King_-_The_Stand.html


Stephen King

The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition


Chapter 7


But the thing that scared him most of all—and maybe it was only coincidence—was what had happened just as they were turning onto the airstrip. The army driver had let out three sudden bellowing sneezes. Probably just coincidence. June was a bad time in east-central Texas for people with allergies. Or maybe the driver was just coming down with a common, garden-variety cold instead of the weird shit the rest of them had. Stu wanted to believe that. Because something that could jump from one person to another that quickly…

Their army escort had boarded the plane with them. They rode stolidly, refusing to answer any questions except as to their destination. They were going to Atlanta. They would be told more there (a bald-faced lie). Beyond that, the army men refused to say.

Hap had been sitting next to Stu on the flight, and he was pretty well sloshed. The plane was army too, strictly functional, but the booze and the food had been first-class airline stuff. Of course, instead of being served by a pretty stewardess, a plank-faced sergeant took your order, but if you could overlook that, you could get along pretty well. Even Lila Bruett had calmed down with a couple of grasshoppers in her.

Hap leaned close, bathing Stu in a warm mist of Scotch fumes. “This is a pretty funny bunch of ole boys, Stuart. Ain’t one of em under fifty, nor one with a weddin ring. Career boys, low rank.”

About half an hour before they touched down, Norm Bruett had some kind of a fainting spell and Lila began to scream. Two of the hard-faced stewards bundled Norm into a blanket and brought him around in fairly short order. Lila, no longer calm, continued to scream. After a while she threw up her grasshoppers and the chicken salad sandwich she had eaten. Two of the good ole boys went expressionlessly about the job of cleaning it up.

“What is all this?” Lila screamed. “What’s wrong with my man? Are we going to die? Are my babies going to die?” She had one “baby” in a headlock under each arm, their heads digging into her plentiful breasts. Luke and Bobby looked frightened and uncomfortable and rather embarrassed at the fuss she was making. “Why won’t somebody answer me? Isn’t this America?”

“Can’t somebody shut her up?” Chris Ortega had grumbled from the back of the plane. “Christly woman’s worse’n a jukebox with a broken record inside it.”

One of the army men had forced a glass of milk on her and Lila did shut up. She spent the rest of the ride looking out the window at the countryside passing far below and humming. Stu guessed there had been more than milk in that glass.

When they touched down, there had been four Cadillac limousines waiting for them. The Arnette folks got into three of them. Their army escort had gotten into the fourth. Stu guessed that those good old boys with no wedding rings—or close relatives, probably—were now somewhere right in this building.

The red light went on over his door. When the compressor or pump or whatever it was had stopped, a man in one of the white spacesuits stepped through. Dr. Denninger. He was young. He had black hair, olive skin, sharp features, and a mealy mouth.

“Patty Greer says you gave her some trouble,” Denninger’s chest-speaker said as he clopped over to Stu. “She’s quite upset.”

“No need for her to be,” Stu said easily. It was hard to sound easy, but he felt it was important to hide his fear from this man. Denninger looked and acted like the kind of man who would ride his help and bullyrag them around but lick up to his superiors like an egg-suck dog. That kind of man could be pushed a ways if he thought you held the whip hand. But if he smelled fear on you, he would hand you the same old cake: a thin icing of “I’m sorry I can’t tell you more” on top and a lot of contempt for stupid civilians who wanted to know more than what was good for them underneath.

“I want some answers,” Stu said.

“I’m sorry, but—”

“If you want me to cooperate, give me some answers.”

“In time you will be—”

“I can make it hard for you.”

“We know that,” Denninger said peevishly. “I simply don’t have the authority to tell you anything, Mr. Redman. I know very little myself.”

“I guess you’ve been testing my blood. All those needles.”

“That’s right,” Denninger said warily.

“What for?”

“Once more, Mr. Redman, I can’t tell you what I don’t know.” The peevish tone was back again, and Stu was inclined to believe him. He was nothing but a glorified technician on this job, and he didn’t like it much.

“They put my home town under quarantine.”

“I know nothing about that, either.” But Denninger cut his eyes away from Stu’s and this time Stu thought he was lying.

“How come I haven’t seen anything about it?” He pointed to the TV set bolted to the wall.

“I beg your pardon?”

“When they roadblock off a town and put bobwire around it, that’s news,” Stu said.

“Mr. Redman, if you’ll only let Patty take your blood pressure—”

“No. If you want any more from me, you better send two big strong men to get it. And no matter how many you send, I’m gonna try to rip some holes in those germ-suits. They don’t look all that strong, you know it?”

He made a playful grab at Denninger’s suit, and Denninger skipped backward and nearly fell over. The speaker of his intercom emitted a terrified squawk and there was a stir behind the double glass.

“I guess you could feed me something in my food to knock me out, but that’d mix up your tests, wouldn’t it?”

“Mr. Redman, you’re not being reasonable!” Denninger was keeping a prudent distance away. “Your lack of cooperation may do your country a grave disservice. Do you understand me?”

“Nope,” Stu said. “Right now it looks to me like it’s my country doing me a grave disservice. It’s got me locked up in a hospital room in Georgia with a buttermouth little pissant doctor who doesn’t know shit from Shinola. Get your ass out of here and send somebody in to talk to me or send enough boys to take what you need by force. I’ll fight em, you can count on that.”



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 5:43 PM Pacific Time Seattle USA Tuesday 28 May 2013