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You kind of dunked on your own reading here, but I liked it, particularly picking up on calling Sophie a hollow herself. What does that make of her name, then. Is she wise to be a hollow? Is it better than either falling into a hollow like Jonah or obsessing about the hollow like Jack? Interesting reading.
Even with major changes along the waterfront, the vibrant mix of cultures that characterize Sleepy Hollow is expected to remain a hallmark of the village. A short stroll down Valley Street offers delicacies from the Chilean Los Andes Bakery, to Ecuadorian food at Los Tigres Restaurant, or Peruvian specialties at Mancora.
Further afield, residents and visitors alike enjoy access from Sleepy Hollow to hundreds of acres of walking and running trails in the nearby Rockefeller State Park Preserve, and to special events and tours at sites such as the 1883 Lighthouse at Sleepy Hollow, and Philipsburg Manor historic site, which includes shuttles for tours of the Rockefeller estate, Kykuit.
Today, we have a guest essay from writer Thulasi Seshan, a political researcher and Gilmore Girls fan who wanted to zero in on why Stars Hollow\u2019s politics are so fascinating, inspiring, and community-oriented \u2014 and how something as seemingly quaint as the Town Meeting is actually a rare balm in today\u2019s hyper-polarized political environment.
We meet Iris Hollow the night an obsessed stalker breaks into her home to get close to the three sisters at the center of a famous mystery and whose violent attack is halted with a simple kiss from her eldest sister who demonstrates an uncanny ability to control others through touch. Weirdness blooms from the first page and only intensifies from there throughout this fast-paced, creepily atmospheric and tightly plotted story.
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It was 10:30 a.m. before I got to the Centerpoint Trailhead. So much for the early start. I enjoyed spending some time on Goat Bluff and meeting hikers from Missouri, Louisiana, and Northwest Arkansas. One hiker asked about the restrooms down by the river. I told him that was one of the Villines homesites. I think he was surprised. I was thinking how thankful I was that restrooms were not cluttering this beautiful view.
I have been using Chrome for a while now, and few days back the font rendering(I assume it is specifically for the bold fonts) began to become hollow. I tried resetting Chrome flags to default, but that did not help.
If you're using this font, I recommend just uninstalling it completely by opening your File Explorer from the Start Menu, then go to Local Disc (C:) >> Windows >> Fonts, and search for Helvetica Neue and delete it all.
Here are my escapades of an awesome time on Sand Hollow shore fishing. There were several fish caught, and some new techniques discovered that helped me catch some bass. Hopefully, you can take away some things to help you when fishing from the bank on Sand Hollow. Included in this post is a map of the spots fished, the baits that worked, and a small clip of video footage. Enjoy this fishing report to get your stoke juices flowing.
More than 228 species have been recorded in Sleepy Hollow, from the common Blue Jay to the Eastern Bluebird. During migration, look for waterfowl in Lake Ovid. The rarely recorded Bonaparte's Gull or Bald Eagle also have been sighted.
In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore ofthe Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancientDutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sailand implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies asmall market town or rural port, which by some is called Greensburgh, but whichis more generally and properly known by the name of Tarry Town. This name wasgiven, we are told, in former days, by the good housewives of the adjacentcountry, from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about thevillage tavern on market days. Be that as it may, I do not vouch for the fact,but merely advert to it, for the sake of being precise and authentic. Not farfrom this village, perhaps about two miles, there is a little valley or ratherlap of land among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the wholeworld. A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one torepose; and the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a woodpecker isalmost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquillity.
I recollect that, when a stripling, my first exploit in squirrel-shooting wasin a grove of tall walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley. I hadwandered into it at noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and wasstartled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness aroundand was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes. If ever I should wishfor a retreat whither I might steal from the world and its distractions, anddream quietly away the remnant of a troubled life, I know of none morepromising than this little valley.
From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of itsinhabitants, who are descendants from the original Dutch settlers, thissequestered glen has long been known by the name of SLEEPY HOLLOW, and itsrustic lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the neighboringcountry. A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervadethe very atmosphere. Some say that the place was bewitched by a High Germandoctor, during the early days of the settlement; others, that an old Indianchief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before thecountry was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson. Certain it is, the placestill continues under the sway of some witching power, that holds a spell overthe minds of the good people, causing them to walk in a continual reverie. Theyare given to all kinds of marvellous beliefs, are subject to trances andvisions, and frequently see strange sights, and hear music and voices in theair. The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, andtwilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valleythan in any other part of the country, and the nightmare, with her wholeninefold, seems to make it the favorite scene of her gambols.
When school hours were over, he was even the companion and playmate of thelarger boys; and on holiday afternoons would convoy some of the smaller oneshome, who happened to have pretty sisters, or good housewives for mothers,noted for the comforts of the cupboard. Indeed, it behooved him to keep on goodterms with his pupils. The revenue arising from his school was small, and wouldhave been scarcely sufficient to furnish him with daily bread, for he was ahuge feeder, and, though lank, had the dilating powers of an anaconda; but tohelp out his maintenance, he was, according to country custom in those parts,boarded and lodged at the houses of the farmers whose children he instructed.With these he lived successively a week at a time, thus going the rounds of theneighborhood, with all his worldly effects tied up in a cotton handkerchief.
That all this might not be too onerous on the purses of his rustic patrons, whoare apt to consider the costs of schooling a grievous burden, and schoolmastersas mere drones, he had various ways of rendering himself both useful andagreeable. He assisted the farmers occasionally in the lighter labors of theirfarms, helped to make hay, mended the fences, took the horses to water, drovethe cows from pasture, and cut wood for the winter fire. He laid aside, too,all the dominant dignity and absolute sway with which he lorded it in hislittle empire, the school, and became wonderfully gentle and ingratiating. Hefound favor in the eyes of the mothers by petting the children, particularlythe youngest; and like the lion bold, which whilom so magnanimously the lambdid hold, he would sit with a child on one knee, and rock a cradle with hisfoot for whole hours together.
The schoolmaster is generally a man of some importance in the female circle ofa rural neighborhood; being considered a kind of idle, gentlemanlike personage,of vastly superior taste and accomplishments to the rough country swains, and,indeed, inferior in learning only to the parson. His appearance, therefore, isapt to occasion some little stir at the tea-table of a farmhouse, and theaddition of a supernumerary dish of cakes or sweetmeats, or, peradventure, theparade of a silver teapot. Our man of letters, therefore, was peculiarly happyin the smiles of all the country damsels. How he would figure among them in thechurchyard, between services on Sundays; gathering grapes for them from thewild vines that overran the surrounding trees; reciting for their amusement allthe epitaphs on the tombstones; or sauntering, with a whole bevy of them, alongthe banks of the adjacent millpond; while the more bashful country bumpkinshung sheepishly back, envying his superior elegance and address.
But if there was a pleasure in all this, while snugly cuddling in the chimneycorner of a chamber that was all of a ruddy glow from the crackling wood fire,and where, of course, no spectre dared to show its face, it was dearlypurchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapesand shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night!With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming acrossthe waste fields from some distant window! How often was he appalled by someshrub covered with snow, which, like a sheeted spectre, beset his very path!How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on thefrosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder, lest heshould behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him! And how often washe thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees,in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings!
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