"It isn't even enough, It isn't even enough, It isn't even enough"

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JOAN OSBORNE

album: "Relish" (1995)



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JOAN OSBORNE


"One Of Us"

[Intro:]
So one of these nights and about twelve o'clock
This old world's going to reel and rock
Saints will tremble and cry for pain
For the Lord's gonna come in his heavenly airplane

If God had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face,
If you were faced with Him in all His glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?

If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets? And...

Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?

(Just?) tryin' to make His way home
Back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome

Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?










http://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/transportation/3-injured-after-highway-520-bridge-traffic-sign-falls-on-bus/

The Seattle Times


520 bridge reopens after 8 injured when traffic sign falls on bus

Originally published March 17, 2015 at 10:36 pm Updated March 18, 2015 at 10:37 am


By Paige Cornwell

Mike Lindblom

Seattle Times staff reporters

The Highway 520 bridge reopened at 5 a.m. Wednesday, after crews worked overnight to clear a toppled sign that hit a bus near Lake Washington Boulevard, on the Seattle side.

Firefighters said six females and two males were taken to hospitals with minor injuries after the accident, at around 10 p.m. Tuesday, A work crane for the new 520 bridge was lifting a load of pipe when it hit a sign that spans the highway.

“(The pipe) swung over, hit the bus, ricocheted off the top of the bus and hit the sign, causing the sign to fall on the bus,” said Trooper Chris Webb of the Washington State Patrol.

Sonny Behrends, who was driving east on the bridge when the accident occurred, said he stopped and heard people yelling for help.

“It was surreal,” said Behrends, who lives in Kirkland. “I, with many other drivers, jumped over the median and approached the bus. A large part of the overpass sign fell onto the top of the bus. The front part of the bus was obliterated. The bus driver was lying on the ground. People were crying. Pretty crazy.”

Managers from the Washington State Department of Transportation are meeting Wednesday morning with the prime contractor, Flatiron Construction, to discuss what happened, and possibly change how the job is done, said WSDOT spokesman Ian Sterling.

“They’re not supposed to swing across a live lane of traffic. That was never supposed to happen,” he said. Flatiron, whose subcontractor was moving the pipes, will be held responsible for funding or building a new sign, he said.

Contractors have delivered pipes this way several times before, with WSDOT consent, by closing the right westbound lane of Highway 520, while traffic passes in the inside lane. On Tuesday night a routine one-lane closure was underway, so the truck could park on the right side, while the crane mounted on the work bridge grasped the pipes, Sterling explained.

The pipes are used to support a temporary work bridge in the lake near Foster Island, where Flatiron is constructing a $200 million highway segment — to carry three future westbound lanes.

Julie Meredith, the state’s 520 program administrator, was in meetings and not immediately available to comment. All activities related to piling installation and pile driving were suspended at least a day, Sterling said.

The Route 271 King County Metro bus was westbound, according to Metro Transit spokesman










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Sunday, March 12, 2006 4:28 PM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Re: hate


Kerry Burgess wrote:
I remember feeling suspicous this one time when I was still living at Limestone in Bellevue. I think it was shortly after 9/11.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 12 March 2006]





JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 22, 2006


I am certain that happened in 2000 because I remember something from Halloween when I was still on that floor and by Halloween of 2001, we were all out at Issaquah.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Wednesday, December 05, 2012 9:26 AM


I moved out of that Bellevue apartment and moved to an Issaquah apartment and I think that was around March or April 2002 when I moved out to Issaquah.


[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 05 December 2012]










http://www.latimes.com/nation/la-911memories-htmlstory.html

Los Angeles Times


9/11: Where were you? Readers share their stories











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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: May 2006


I was standing there at my assigned spot listening to the dogs barking, knowing that something was going to happen in front of me.


We were on that underground natural gas pipeline and I wasn't too far from where I got my red Ford stuck that time


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 18, 2006


I have thought again several times about that memory of getting my red Ford stuck in the mud. It was on that underground pipeline


I can almost picture my pickup sitting there up to the fenders in the mud. That is the time I had to walk out of the woods to find someone to pull me out. It was pitch black that night and I only knew I was on the road by the sound of the gravel crunching under my boots. I had to walk several miles like that.


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http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sherylcrow/ifitmakesyouhappy.html


SHERYL CROW


"If It Makes You Happy"

I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265349/quotes

IMDb


The Mothman Prophecies (2002)

Quotes


Connie: Hey! Do you know that woman?

John Klein: What woman?

Connie: She just left. You didn't see her?

John Klein: No.

Connie: That's strange. She had long red hair, green eyes, real pretty. She was asking about you, John?

John Klein: Did you see which way she went?

Connie: No.

John Klein: What did she say?

Connie: She asked a lot of strange questions. You know, "What are you doing here?". And she asked if you were happy.

John Klein: What did you say?

Connie: I asked her for some I.D.

John Klein: Did she give you any?

Connie: No. She just said, "Tell John I'm sorry for ruining everything", and then she got up and walked out.










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


Stephen King

The Stand - The Complete & Uncut Edition


Chapter 29


His control was getting bad. This place was much, much bigger than he had first assumed. Not that he’d had a right to assume much of anything from what he’d seen when he was admitted—which had been two halls, one elevator, and one room. Now he guessed it to be the size of a largish metropolitan hospital. He could stumble around in here for hours, his footfalls echoing and rebounding, coming across a corpse every now and then. They were strewn about like prizes in some ghastly treasure hunt. He remembered taking Norma, his wife, to a big hospital in Houston when they diagnosed the cancer. Everyplace you went in there they had little maps on the walls with little arrows pointing at a dot. The words written on each arrow said: YOU ARE HERE. They put those up so people wouldn’t get lost. Like he was now. Lost. Oh baby, this was bad. This was so bad.

“Don’t go tharn now, you’re almost home free,” he said, and his words echoed back, flat and strange. He hadn’t meant to speak aloud, and that made it worse.

He turned to the right, setting his back to the library wing, walked past more offices, came to another corridor, and turned down that. He began to look behind himself frequently, assuring himself that no one—Elder, maybe—was following him, but unable to believe it. The hallway ended in a closed door that said RADIOLOGY. A hand-lettered sign hung on the knob: CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE RANDALL.

Stu went back and peered around the corner and back where he had come from. The dead body in the white-suit was tiny with distance now, hardly more than a speck, but seeing it there so changeless and eternal made him want to run away as fast as he could.

He turned right, setting his back to it again. Twenty yards farther up, the corridor branched into another T-junction. Stu turned right and went past more offices. The corridor ended at the microbiology lab. In one of the lab carrels a young man clad in jockey shorts lay sprawled over his desk. He was comatose, bleeding from the nose and mouth. His breath rattled in and out with a sound like October wind in dead cornhusks.

And then Stu did begin to run, turning from one corridor to another, becoming more and more convinced that there was no way out, at least not from this level. The echo of his footfalls chased him, as if either Elder or Vic had lived just long enough to put a squad of ghostly MPs on his trail. Then another fancy crowded that out, one he somehow associated with the queer dreams he had been having the last few nights. The idea grew so strong that he became afraid to turn around, afraid that if he did he would see a white-suited figure striding after him, a white-suited figure with no face but only blackness behind a Plexiglas plate. Some dreadful apparition, a hit-man from beyond sane time and space.



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 1:23 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Wednesday 18 March 2015