Day 1
Phoenix's Sky Harbor Airport provides the usual scene: people whispering,"That’s Sheriff Joe," nudging their
companions, others walking up, smiling, "I’d like to shake your hand, sheriff. You’re doing a great job." Still others remind him of how they had met before, or mention a relative who works in law enforcement, somewhere. Most
people in his position, whether in politics or show biz (and surely some would say the sheriff straddles both arenas) accept the constant interruptions, introductions and comments with polite detachment at best or active annoyance at worst. (Politicians tend towards the former, while entertainment types feel free to let their id run wild and act with raw obnoxiousness.)

Sheriff Joe falls into another category. He eagerly anticipates, even seeks out, the interaction with the public. He relishes the compliments, that’s for sure, but also listens when someone details a situation on his street that requires a police response, and tells him who to call, which, more often than not, is his own office, phone number provided with a business card, of which the sheriff evidently carries a limitless supply. The sheriff is energized by the ceaseless contact, even when, on occasion, the citizen is bold enough to tell him, sometimes in strong terms, he disagrees with his actions. Sheriff Joe doesn’t back off or hesitate, but responds, sometimes in equally strong form.

There’s been more than a little made of criticism from police unions and police chiefs directed at the sheriff in the media, but we encounter cops from a variety of agencies in the terminal, and, same as cops everywhere, they step up to shake hands and exchange a few words. Whether Phoenix PD or U.S. Air Marshal, it pretty much goes one way: The officer or agent tells his tale, where he works and who he knows (and the cop world is pretty tight, and everybody seems to know somebody in each department, including MCSO), and the sheriff invariably says that he’s looking for deputies, and why doesn’t he transfer and come work for him? The cop laughs, and some reply that they’re happy and others say they’ll think about it. And, lo and behold, some do end up moving.

We're on our way to do some PR for his new book, Joe's Law: America's Toughest Sheriff Takes on Illegal
Immigration, Drugs, and Everything Else That Threatens America. Sheriff Joe has been grumbling that he doesn't know why he had to fly to NY to do all these shows he does all the time anyway, right from Phoenix. He has a point, though an in-person appearance usually has a greater impact than one done remotely. So, grumble though he may, here we go.

And let the chips fall where they may.

Day 2

Sheriff Joe did his round of TV appearances – The Morning Show on Fox, Glenn Beck on CNN Headline News, Mike Schneider on Bloomberg, some radio – and it went as well as possible, which means as entertaining and commanding as usual. The sheriff is singularly adept on television, capable of being funny and serious at the same time, and always honest. It’s a unique talent, one that many a TV personality would love to possess.

It’s not surprising that the sheriff was greeted like a long-lost friend at Fox and CNN, where he has appeared untold times, though never in person, greeted by people he’s dealt with for years, over the phone, through a camera lens.

But none of that is the story for the day. No, rather, the story’s about walking the streets of Manhattan with Sheriff Arpaio of Arizona. It concerns the guy from Nebraska who recognized the sheriff in the elevator, and said, Keep going, Sheriff, we’ve got the same problems with immigration in my town. The sheriff replied, I’m sorry I’m not doing a better job, letting some of them get by me in Arizona and make it to Nebraska. The man laughed and said, We appreciate everything you’re doing, you bet. It concerns the NYPD veteran who spotted the sheriff and said, Hey, I know you, right? You’ve got the pink underwear. The officer introduced Sheriff Joe to the two other cops leaning against their parked patrol car. You know who this is, the sheriff from Arizona. The two cops, both pretty new, still in their twenties, didn’t seem to know, and Sheriff Joe waded right in. You don’t know the sheriff? I have the tents in the desert, chain gangs in the jail, the first chain gang in the world for women. You don’t know me? Under the onslaught, the cops half-relented, muttering, Okay, maybe, sure, sounds right.

Sheriff Joe had a direct question: What do you guys start at? It took the surprised and amused cops a second to answer, but answer they did. Thirty-five thousand.

What? The sheriff answered, shocked. Are you kidding? Thirty-five? Sheriff Joe went on to explain his deputies began about nine thousand higher – and they didn’t live in super-expensive New York. You want a job? he asked. I’m recruiting.

The veteran smiled and said he had two kids in school and wasn’t going anywhere. One of the young guys, however, said it sounded pretty good. The sheriff gave him a card and told him to call. The sheriff gave the other two cops cards, too, and told them to think about it, extolling the virtues of his department.

So it went the rest of the day, every block somebody coming up to the sheriff to say hello. A woman from Chicago, a guy from Atlanta, a couple from California, and a whole bunch of New Yorkers. I know you! You’re the sheriff from Arizona who (take your pick) locks up the illegals, is America’s toughest sheriff, has those tent jails, is always on TV, and, of course, makes the inmates wear pink boxers.

Sheriff Joe ate it all up, basking in the recognition, the encouragement, the support. It’s one thing to be cheered in your hometown, where you’ve been immensely popular for close to sixteen years, it’s quite another to stroll through a city more than a couple of thousand miles away and find people respond in similar fashion.

As yet another citizen gave the sheriff’s hand one final, vigorous shake before walking away with a happy smile, he grinned and said, See? No matter where I go, people know me. And who am I? Nobody! Just a local sheriff. How come they know me?

I looked at the sheriff, whose grin has not faded. How come, indeed, I thought. As if he doesn’t know.

VINA DEL MAR, Chile (Reuters) - Center-left world leaders including Britain's Gordon Brown and Brazil's Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva on Saturday called for global financial reforms at next week's G20 summit, but the U.S. warned against over-regulation.
Meeting in the Chilean coastal resort of Vina del Mar in a pre-G20 warm-up, Brown, Lula, host Chilean President Michelle Bachelet and Spanish Prime Minister Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero said deep financial reforms were vital to avert a another financial meltdown.
"The whole world is paying the price for the collapse of a reckless venture of those that have turned the world economy into a gigantic casino," Lula told fellow leaders in a roundtable discussion.
"We are rejecting blind faith in the markets."
Brown said the G20 summit in London had to focus on concrete ways to revive growth and create jobs while protecting the environment and the world's poor.
"We have got to be very clear that banking cannot be unsupervised any more; there's got to be cross border supervision," he said, calling for an overhaul of the system of international finance and coordinated policies to help underpin sustainable growth.
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U.S. President Barack Obama has called on fellow G20 leaders to agree on immediate action to help boost the struggling global economy, while Brown wants the group to back a $100 billion expansion of trade financing and agree upon a long-delayed global trade pact.
U.S. Vice President Joe Biden told the meeting overlooking Chile's Pacific coast the United States was eager to coordinate international policy to reduce systemic risk to global markets, but warned over-regulation could hurt healthy markets.
"We should not over-react. It is not a choice of markets or governments," Biden said. "A free market still needs to be able to function."
Thousands of people marched in Britain, France, Germany and Italy on Saturday to protest the economic crisis and urge world leaders to act to reduce poverty, create jobs and avert climate change at the G20 summit.
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"We have to democratize the economy, globalization and the financial system. How to do this? We already know: with information, transparency and responsibility," Zapatero said.
(With reporting by Rodrigo Martinez, Antonio de la Jara, Patricia Velez and Adrian Croft in Vina del Mar; editing by Todd Eastham)

The big older Pontiac sped along eating up mile upon mile of highway. The driver slouched indolently behind

the wheel, his left elbow resting comfortably on the car window fingers steadying the wheel but not gripping

it, tapping in time to the classic rock on the radio. His right hand gripped the wheel at almost the top, but

even that grip was relaxed, almost lazy. His rich hazel eyes were hidden behind aviator style sunglasses. He

had a strong chin with a neatly trimmed goatee which matched his equally neatly trimmed short black hair.
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The highway he was on stretched the length of the country, The Trans-Canada Highway, and he was driving west

from the prairies towards the West Coast. The Rocky Mountains stretched before him, running north to south,

like an impenetrable barrier. But Evan Kirby knew better; the highway found its winding way through mountain

passes across the continental divide over several ranges ending in the Pacific Coastal Range and the sea.

There by the sea, on the great Fraser River Delta which two million or more souls called Home, lay Vancouver:

a port city, a crossroads of the world. But the draw there for Evan was the rich and bountiful entertainment

industry. Evan Kirby was a guitar player. He had played with an assortment of bands in prairie towns and

cities but, drawn to classic rock and the new innovative sounds coming out of some of the west coast studios,

had decided to try his luck in Vancouver. After all, he had reasoned, the weather's warmer there too.

The car was a cluttered mess and a Marshall amplifier took up more than half of the back seat. Some fast food

bags and beverage cups littered the floor. On the seat beside him was a Calgary newspaper, a copy of

Guitarplayer Magazine and a couple of CD's. As the car cruised further into the mountains the Calgary radio

station he had been listening to started to crackle and break up. Evan steadied the wheel with a couple of

fingers only and loaded a CD into the player. The car was filled with the sound of Led Zepplin as he cruised

through the Banff National Park Gates.
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Just west of the Banff townsite there were a couple of hitchhikers along the road. The first two were a

grubby looking pair of men which Evan barely looked at. But his eyes were drawn to the slim girlish figure

standing alone clutching a small pack to her side almost as though it were a teddy bear. The wind was blowing

her long straight blonde hair wildly from beneath her hat, a crocheted close-fitting soft turquoise cap. She

wore a pair of flared, faded and somewhat tattered blue jeans and a shirt that was a tight fitting long

sleeved soft knit fabric in a darker turquoise than her hat with a dragon boldly painted across the front.

Evan whistled under his breath as he pulled over to pick her up. 'Geez, she's just a kid.' he thought, 'They

just get younger.'

Last year, I had to move to a new place where now I am living. It was very far and where I had no TV to watch and no film to see and no library to read. I had nothing else to do. Life then to me was like a desert.
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However, to my great surprise, I found a web bar, which was very far from the place I lived. I entered the bar that day. It was from then on that I began to immerse(使陷&#20837myself into Internet.
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When I first came into the bar, I didn’t know how to access the Internet. With the help of others, I opened a homepage（主页）， finding it was full of colorful and rich contents. How interesting it was！Clicking the mouse, I set up my own e-mail address under the guidance. I read sports news, entertainment news and all kinds of much other information.
I was becoming happier and happier. On holidays I sent e-cards to my friends to express my greetings. I also bought several books through e-business and ordered free e-magazines, which were of much help to my study.
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Hearing that finding a job on Internet is very efficient, I am ready to have a try.
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I was and am being benefited from the Internet, which makes me realize that the quality of life is as important as life itself. With the company of the Internet, I will never feel idle（闲着的） any more
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Someday in the future we may not need to have money in our pockets. Is life easier when people don’t need to carry any coins or currency at all? Is money heavy to carry? Is it safe to carry money? Maybe in the future each of us will have only one small plastic credit card. We will use it to buy all the things we now buy with money. We will not need money to pay for things.
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Of course we may still have some of the same problems with cards that we now have with money. Sometimes we lose money. Maybe we will lose the card. People steal money. Maybe someone will take the card. Someone may even make a card that looks like our card. Since we can’t buy anything without our card, the credit card may be no better than currency.　
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Is there something even easier to use than credit cards? All of us have a thumbprint. No two thumbprints are the same. Maybe someday the government will keep people’s thumbprints with a number. No person will have the same thumbprint or number. When we want to buy something we will put our thumbs on a machine or computer. Each store or business will be in the computers. It will be very difficult to lose our thumbprint. It will be very difficult for someone to steal it or make one like that.

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　　“Just do it,” the Cat said.“Lick your hand,think of me in all my familiar places, think about all the pieces of string.”
　　The Man felt foolish, licking his hand, but he did as he was told. He discovered what a cat must know, that licking a paw is very calming and allows one to think more clearly. He continued licking and the corners of his mouth turned upward into the first smile he had shown in days. He waited for the Cat to tell him to stop,and when he didn’t, he opened his eyes. The Cat’s eyes were closed.The Man stroked the warm, brown fur, but the Cat was gone.
　　The Man shut his eyes hard as the tears poured down his face. He saw the Cat on the windowsill, then in his bed, then lying across his important papers. He saw him on the pillow next to his head, saw his bright gold eyes and darkest brown on his nose and ears. He opened his eyes and through his tears looked over at the circle of string he still held clutched in his hand.wedding dress,
　　One day, not long after, there was a new Cat on his lap. She was a lovely calico and white…very different from his earlier beloved Cat and very much the same.
　The man stroked the Cat on his lap and sighed.The Cat opened his eyes, purred and looked up at the Man. A tear rolled down the Man’s cheek and landed on the Cat’s forehead.The Cat gave him a slightly annoyed look.
　　“Why do you cry, Man？”the Cat asded.“Because you can’t bear the thought of losing me？ Because you think you can never replace me？”The Man nodded “yes.”
　　“And where do you think I’ll be when I leave you？”the Cat asked. ” The Man opened his eyes, then reached over and picked up the string. It was about two feet long and the Cat had been able to entertain himself for hours with it. “Now take each end of the string in one hand,” the Cat ordered. The Man did so.
　　“The end in your left hand is my birth and the end in your right hand is my death. Now bring the two ends together,” the Cat said. The Man complied.
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　　“Close your eyes again,” the Cat said.“Now lick your hand.” The Man widened his eyes in surprise.
　　“Just do it,” the Cat said.“Lick your hand,think of me in all my familiar places, think about all the pieces of string.”
　　The Man felt foolish, licking his hand, but he did as he was told. He saw the Cat on the windowsill, then in his bed, then lying across his important papers. He saw him on the pillow next to his head, saw his bright gold eyes and darkest brown on his nose and ears. He opened his eyes and through his tears looked over at the circle of string he still held clutched in his hand.
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