David always got to be the hero, got the best of everything. David the Congressman. David the frontiersman. David the big shot war hero. Well, Richard thought as he unlocked the back gate, General Santa Ana promised me everyone will remember the name Ricky Crockett after this!

David always got to be the hero, got the best of everything. David the Congressman. David the frontiersman. David the big shot war hero. Well, Richard thought as he unlocked the back gate, General Santa Ana promised me everyone will remember the name Ricky Crockett after this!

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It’s possible Old Man Weckels had been in a war at some point. Nobody in town was sure which one, though, and there was widespread skepticism regarding his awards, such as the Order of the Grand Archduke’s Valet, the Legion of Honorable Mention, and the Discretionary Cross of Valor.

By the time they reached the spot where the meteor had crashed, whatever had hatched from it was already long gone.

At the moment of her death, the elder shaman Mara’akame transferred her spirit into this necklace, allowing her to commune with the spirit of any who wear it. In this way, she has gained the wisdom of centuries to teach her tribe for generations to come.

There are more than 40 extremely specific words for “camel” in Arabic, including baloolley (she-camel without calf that will or will not give milk depending on her mood) and gulaal (male camel unable to project the gland in his mouth), but none of them describe a souvenir sold for far more than it’s worth to a tourist in the souk.

Discovering King Tut's Tomb - The Experience at Luxor, coming Fall 2022! Produced by Imagine Exhibitions.

The shadow of Christopher Nellerd was beloved in the town of Berk’s Falls, Minnesota as a civic leader, renaissance man, and all-around bon vivant. Nearly everyone in town attended his funeral: the mayor, whom he had saved from an orphanage fire as a child; four graduating classes of the school of international diplomacy he had founded; a half dozen of his successful heart transplant patients; and so many others. When the real Christopher Nellerd, car wash manager and divorcee living in West Plunkett 22 miles away, read the glowing eulogy of the shadow that had escaped him when he was 17 in exchange for the promise of a life free from the pressures of the spotlight, he spent a long, sad moment wondering how one could end up living in the shadow of a shadow.

It’s now long extinct, but when it thrived in remote parts of the Miocene subpolar rainforest, the Hokus vitriflorus, or Giant Vitrifruit Tree, bore remarkable globelike pods made of hardened clear resin and filled with the sweetest nectar. The pods could be plucked and carried away by early hominids for convenient portable refreshment. Or so amateur paleobotanist Allison Kyzmyrik likes to tell people.