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Crews used dirt excavated during construction of Cobra’s Curse and Falcon’s Fury to fill in the old water ride flume beneath the base of the coaster. The ride design team incorporated remaining elements of the old water ride into the new coaster queue.

Demi Fortuna, director of product information for Atlantic Water Gardens, Mantua, Ohio, says a simple stone pillar with a bubbler, a basin, a pump and a light would cost about $400 to $500 wholesale. He estimates that a contractor who adds some mulch, flowers or plants around the installation can charge a customer in the range of $1,500 to $2,000 for it, and he’ll be delighted by the result.

For make no mistake: these neo-Socialists—whether they call themselves national or international and whether white, brown, or black—are all fascist brothers and sisters under the skin, bent on both submission and punishment. Behold how far and how fast even the “moderate” Democrats have adopted such things as reparations, the elimination of ICE, the abolition of the Electoral College, overt infanticide and other extremist positions—if that’s the platform they hope to run on next year, then they have well and truly earned their sobriquet, the Evil Party.

In one episode, she places a small wall-mount water fountain on the wall of a garage, along a home’s side entrance.

The Division of Fisheries and Wildlife said Monday that “black bears are now active and seeking food.” The department is advising anyone who lives in northern Middlesex County, Worcester County, western Massachusetts or anywhere else where bears have been spotted to take down those bird feeders.

Surprised by the conclusion? Shocked? Hardly. Most Washington insiders on my daily rounds gave up the collusion delusion at least a year ago. Short of a video showing Trump and Vladimir Putin fist-bumping and chanting Collusion, collusion, collusion, ha! an indictable charge against the president seemed increasingly unlikely.

It was rumoured in the years that preceded the appearance of Barley Patch that Murnane had lost interest in publishing whatever fiction he was writing. The essays in his 2005 collection Invisible yet Enduring Lilacs put several facts on the record: that Murnane has never flown in an aeroplane, left Australia, travelled on the ocean, worn sunglasses, used a mobile phone or owned a TV; that he lost his Catholic faith around the age of twenty (he briefly trained to be a priest) but never stopped believing in another world (the world of fiction); that he has no sense of smell and little sense of taste; that he has a rigorous ethic of organisation but fears the organisational systems of others; that he dislikes libraries, art galleries, cinemas, the theatre and tourist sites; that he loves charts and diagrams, using them to shape his books, and can’t conceive of history except as points on a timeline; that he has never understood philosophy, is incapable of abstract thought and has read only two books of literary theory, Booth’s Rhetoric of Fiction and Terry Eagleton’s Literary Theory; that he has no use for Freud, Jung or received mythologies; that he tried and failed to write ‘a huge book of fiction’ to be entitled O, Dem Golden Slippers but in 1991, aged 53, discovered he ‘seemed to have crossed, at last, the country of fiction and to have discovered on its farther side a country no less inviting’; that he keeps among his 19 filing cabinets filled with manuscripts and unpublished writings a report on this discovery, awaiting a scholar of the future, who he thinks will be a woman; that he believes ‘all art, even music, aspires to the condition of horse-racing.’ Elsewhere he writes of seeing horse races in his mind as a boy during the recitation of Latin hymns and prayers at Mass. It’s the glue of his obsessions.

On a happier note, at the time of this writing, the Duke Farms bald eagles were sitting on two eggs. You can watch Duke Farms’ high-def eagle cam any hour of the day at dukefarms.org/making-an-impact/eagle-cam/. 

“The entrance goes down through the old trough of the water ride and then it comes back up into the station,” Schaffer said. “It will be nostalgic for some of the people that have ridden the old ride.”

Now the wheels in my scientist’s mind really started spinning. Did the original land surveys from the 18th and 19th centuries in this part of town still exist? What were the magnetic compass-bearings of those boundaries on the original surveys?

Yet — and yet, again — the show goes on. Indeed, in the swamp, the show never ends. Always gurgling with gossip and innuendo, Washington's croaking and hissing denizens slither and slander along rivulets of intrigue, coiled in wait for conspirators, canards and the occasional coo-coo bird. Mueller may have drained away some of the sleaziest serpents, including the axis of deceit that includes Paul Manafort, Michael Cohen and Roger Stone. But, as one who has lived among Florida's marshes and South Carolina's Lowcountry, I can aver that the swamp persists.

A short walk away in Jaffa’s American Colony neighborhood, where 100-year-old clapboard houses offer a reminder of the Christian pilgrims from New England who settled there in the 1880s, another restored building has been revived as a grand hotel. The Drisco, a 42-room property breathes life back into a majestic Ottoman building from 1866. Formerly known as the Jerusalem Hotel, the Drisco’s structure was built by two evangelical Christian brothers who wanted a luxury stopover for pilgrims on their way to Jerusalem. The building, which was converted into British military headquarters during World War II before sitting abandoned for 50 years, now sports elegant tiling, sophisticated décor and hand-painted recreations of the building’s original murals.