
A Thanksgiving
Rockefeller Home Coming New York , New York Isabella s Diaries
Story 4 part 1 ( North Korea…. )
Dedicated in honour of of the Macy's Parade
Written by Cindy Young & Illustrated by Cindy Young
.... Sugar Ants were the only ones that are like the Queens… it was the Holiday Seasons… Halloween in fact was about over…. The wicked witch thought she was a Queen…as well as Halloween.The celebration was grand...it was also India s festival of lights this time of the year…. if you had anyone too celebrate the time of the year, it was kinda magical…. Ghosts and Goblins… however Bum Alley kept her thoughts focused on her schedule and excersizing sometimes she spent her time at the gym...she was training to be a boxer… some times the church celebrated the time of the year with All Saint's Day… seems they were under attack of persecution… here lately...that was a great problem…never before but seemed too be apart of the past as much as it is now... for the ones the women and men and the families searching for a Church to be apart of there lives… in worshipping with the congregation and converting to catholism… the classes was filled…
Sometimes from memory Bum Alley studied she liked to memorize the facts and articles… but she didn't have the means too…learn and be taught the way she desired and yearned really a hunger that will make her a career in life…. …
The insides of the orphanage was dimly lit…. And the leaves were beginning to change...a burning orange and gold…. A banquet was going on… at the moment in the dinning room… decorations and candels…. Seemed more real than anything else in the world right now for nestled against New York City NY mountains and winding river roads… Sack of Julia…..
In the big Harbor House…. Wich beackoned in the dark…….
Bum Alley walked the halls towards the double doors outside it started to rain it became familiar to notice every day the rain…. Isabella will be there in the morning...at the school… the rain poured again….. come to be familiar as boring or nasty as that sounds… some said about that…
It was a fall day nothing seemed to matter to much … walking through the corriders her stomach growled at the smells of the aromatic foods being served…
Father Misty was back from Bahrain… along with some other guests… in different seats around the long table that might have been names of the world… Bum Alley s chores wasn't finished… even after her long hard day … she was still happy… there was a appearance of a cat that showed up around the school Church… the older nuns was not to pleased About claiming taboos about the fat orange cat….. he wasn't going anywhere… seemed he bugged and bugged the nuns… swishing around there feet…. On the corners of the other side of Earth something someone can't imagine or think the thoughts to interrupt even if you had a TV to view…. What ever they brewed the witches was not afraid to perform spells… they looked through the Crystal balls and declared war on JC s Will…….. so many concoctions ……
Mr. David a man wearing a long black trenchcoat buttoned to his collar came in from the pouring rain…. Drops gathered in a pile at his feet rolling off his soaked hat he wringed in nervousness between his fingers… worries and frowns marked his face…. To so similiar” the chance to be like you”..... Hi I m glad I made it got a chance to be here” kindness flected in his shapes of black specks in his blue eyes…..
…. “ There is lots of things away from here…. Going on…” . ,,, He thought to lower his voice upon shaking Father Misty s right hand in a formal fraternity grasp…. Of a higher price for his calling tonight….. of a higher achievement of clearance for him that suggested was well earned in his years he lived….. his morals …. He walked with guilt free……
On his coat breasts we're medals and pins…. Ranks he climbed up…. Bum Alley watched in amazement the things she never saw…. Was coded in secrets and symbols for the good of fighting the bad…
A chance she never had before but believed in God… homeless on the street…. Bum Alley. Liked him….
Father Misty and David retreated to the dens after the evening meals….
The woman seated beside David was discreet…. Her shield or something like that…. Boomeranged any attention … but she was already rehearsed … her replies… or comments and conversations… Hairpin was a witch…. Why she came to the Church…. And to make matters worst the movies they were showing to the public…. Of course the nuns was upset and the movies
….” . how's your night? “ Hairpins placecard on the dining room table Said “ Harriet Cream” From Russia…. Her name was Hairpin….. Harriet Cream preyed on the younger generations of societys all over the world… converting what was left of innocence ……. Based on lies….. The witches and warlords even some shamans
Stole the minds …..of the youngest children….. shroaded and cloacked in a manner appealingly promising…. But…..
Harriet Cream really wasn't from Russia… she was a liar… she wasn't supposed to be there…
But she was….
Sometimes evil becomes stronger this time of the year…. Evils… the swords hanging high on the long tall long walls with the crests of the shields… the hilts some was long and shiny… polished for the wars and of course cornoation of knighthood…. Sometimes the cross guards of the swords hanging was weilded towards the sword bearers… so his energy reflects towards himself…. The power of prayer...before going to war and solving peace … to rule… in a manner that was fair….
In some occasions there in the old Catholic Church Orphanage outside China Towns district…
The things that decorated the orders of the garters and clans…. Was magnificent….
The holy Rock…. “ I can't tell you enough how much…. “Word was sitting in the chair at the end of the long table … in the chair of honour… “ here at the present time…. “..... He gathered courage to tell them….all….
Word was from Iran…. In the shelters of the Church and the safety from the forces of powers everywhere…
The ceremonial rhyton… he held… in his hands… the horn he was going to drink a libation…
…. war….who would declare…he thought only he could wish for a
Breaking of the bones at this Thanksgiving holiday….
A wish….
…. “ And I conclude this at the time most important…. Find out for yourself…. “ Was all he knew at the moment because…. He knew…. It was best to “ watch” ….. “ I tell you tonight …. I'm flatter… “ he couldn't seem to form the Language that was beyond the grasp of his reach….his heart strings were the quivers of his feelings stretching and pulling… Father Misty as well felt the same way…..
Word…. Went for a long silent moment…..
The witch thought he was stupid….
…..
The devil's good witch….thats supposed to make sense… of course… a responsa ……
Too…..
A little late… who could equipped with a power to respond in a crisis….
The things any one would want to be included in the in crowd no matter your age…. Things that are weakened…. Small biting bugs all over …. Everything that got worse… all the time….
What one Crystal Clear promotions….. around Jesus Christ holidays….. the witches had one big smoke in….
Creped…. Feeling he felt… addressing these negative emotions and creped he felt when he laid eyes on Harriet Cream……. He knew her and he knew …. She wasn't from Russia… she wouldn't say where she was from…. Word read a little…. …. Some of the good things as the bad…. “ See for yourself” he said again…. The people who gathered in friendship around the table…. Didn't know what he met….his words he left out…. Was a cloak a covering for them…. Called protection… he gave them the Will to live...but however nobody said it best unless of course you were Harriet Cream….sCream….she silenced and shut up the multitudes in her attitude of “ Boone does it better” left her ugly rash… let me tell u your children need to be good little witches he thought to himself with disgust….
The rain continued and into the night again for a number of days…
Word wanted to finish what he began…. One conversation of about 15-30 words wasn't enough to equip there journey…. And unite them for there own personal battles...if some of them was even aware…. The heavy weight that dragged the spirit….he wondered if that's the spirit they want to adore….. to summon his conclusion on just a moment's whim life lesson…. It seemed to be urgent tonight he offered reliance on each other….
The witch whose name was Harriet Cream…. Sat in her stiff chair ….
Feeling she did above her measures…..
Of the flock of followers and millions that made her rich… Word wanted to reply of occasions and admonister some changes…. Where Jesus Christ left over 2000 years ago…. And the witches own now…..
If witches rule out god or god rules out witches or they both rule each other out…. Word the leader of the “ I”s …. Said finally after a long pause….of vulnerability
“ Myself, as well as I can…. Do…
Rightly form I will do that….” Hairpin listened to his faltered words in regards to his speech she wasn't worried from Jesus Christ books he fast forty days and she accepted the offer the devil made… Jesus forfeit… Hairpin had it all what did she care???... She was better than Jesus that's really all that mattered… she didn't believe Jesus was real until the night she signed her life away… Hairpins deal…. She was like a obsessed poltergeist her real personality….
How well Word knew scarey…
He didn't forget his promises and rewards Harriet Cream tried to undermine….
He couldn't believe she was there….
In the church a devil worshipper …
Or she liked to be called a witch…
He would be glad to leave the table.
..
Hairpin was there for some reason...he felt...why he passed judgement he wasn't quite sure….but her attacks and demonstrations convinced others tag along...at riots against the Rocks of all countries…
Hairpins placecard if it made any difference at all… she was from the USA.. . Sometimes the rage… and lure was a epidemic that clouded the poorest class of people that Came into second hand morbial with her brands of cheap but dangerous amulets and pentagrams…. For examples of her mentors was drug induced fantasies and rituals ….for the cults… drugs and crime spread with lawlessness… too have her sit at the tables…. He tried to keep in control unless he be judged…
….. it was Pearl Thiefs of the worst kind….
Stash the Truffle working for Jack's Ring of Pearls worked overtime… the dead and dying ….in his grim reaper taxi he controlled…. Deposited the pearls to heaven…. He will be driving Miss Mayflower in the morning ……. The funeral was going to be close to New York City NY…. Great Gretta Combs and Isabella went to the mountains for rest away from the Church…. Baron George met with them at a cabin in the hills … a familiar name stake….like a chain of department stores…. A short hike to the cabin...Baron George found Miss Mayflowers maid….. she was in North Korea…. She will come to the States of the USA…. Betty Pi was Miss Mayflower s maid from China… Baron George explained to Great Gretta Combs….
Great Gretta Combs asked “ honestly Mr. George are you implying that we give Isabella to Betty Pi? “ Not that anyone would mind…. Isabella has been here at the moment…. For a while…. Now … we have taken the time to see she has everything….” Baron George laughed a little bit… to fill in awkwardness…. And …. The Super Bee gees…. It was no big deal… if she had been someone else a little older why would anyone care… the tangles … Isabella's sister Serena was on the waiting list… Jack if he was found…. Then it would turn the tides again…
Nobody thought it was that important…. Miss Mayflower would be buried in a family cemetery….
That's what the newspapers reported in a column….on visiting hours at the funeral home and her next of kin…
The 3rd Rock of North Korea and the sugar Ant Swan …. Betty Pi… thrones of people who was acquainted with Miss Mayflower...gathered in the park the following morning…. Great Gretta Combs…. Thought it best to avoid Baron George… Isabella wasn't leaving … JC s Will… most of all until… Isabella wanted too.
The 3rd Rock of North Korea and his wife Sugar Ant Swan couldn't imagine the streets were a fisascal…he placed his trust in the care of his courts of government he brought along with him…. His wife's maid from China there mule from Russia attached to the carriage that rolled down the streets… Macy's Parade started…. And Miss Mayflower was mingled in the parade by a wrong turn...as if that was enough to start a day off
Now from Miss Mayflower's peace of mind the grim reapers rolled down the parade and her farewells in the crowds and caught in between a famous clown known for his boo hoo hoo… and some spoiled Disney princess Bratz balloons well I guess Miss Mayflower felt comfortable with her company… Miss Mayflower had silver specks trickling out her sealed embalmed body…. She cried …. Something couldn't stop after her death…… the long parade succession was a celebrity solstice…. Happy Thanksgiving… the Rock of the USA said….
We're going to be a little bit late for the ham… “ he phoned Sugar Ant Diamond…. Moving the slow procession of the parade on by laying on his Horn…. And he was emotional from the lack of consideration… wow… the nerve of them…
“D” On…. Hung up his phone….
Father Misty's sermon that day was a eulogy at Miss Mayflowers short presence here among the gardens she adored...and then his sermon concluded with Love… it was about love…. The attempt to try… everyone everything was valuable in the cost of life…. In that instances when condolences didn't seem enough…. Too… however one judges most “ not good enough” some try … Miss Mayflower was in her last days when the autopsy report reached the desks of the family and the detective finished his job….
Didn't seem like too many people “ gave a damn” …
Miss Mayflower had in her life…. Stash … when he was able too exit the Macy's Day Parade with Miss Mayflower…. With him….. Stash the Angel dropped the big bag on the floors of heaven… “ almost too late… “ a voice said into the air… “ what do you mean ?” The voice answered “ going out of business” Stash said “ not yet “ in his deep voice… “ still have a few more “ ,, and he gave the voice…. The pearl that Miss Mayflower had…. Her soul….really that's what the fuss was about….. collecting the worth everyone fought about…. Monetary gain… the real pearls lied inside ….a heart… Miss Mayflower… …
The monetary gain Stash gave the pearls to God.. in respect…. If anyone thought he'd tell them it was no one's business…. Signed Stash …. He gave God the IOU… Miss Mayflower had … …. P.S. real pearls…
Stash… the voice said… to Stash…” that's OK”…. I bought Miss Mayflower a field...
….. to be continued
North Korea
& South Korea
By Cindy Young
Aug. 20th 2018
A Thanksgiving
Rockefeller Home Coming New York , New York Isabella s Diaries
Story 4 part 1 ( North Korea…. )
Dedicated in honour of of the Macy's Parade
Written by Cindy Young & Illustrated by Cindy Young
.... Sugar Ants were the only ones that are like the Queens… it was the Holiday Seasons… Halloween in fact was about over…. The wicked witch thought she was a Queen…as well as Halloween.The celebration was grand...it was also India s festival of lights this time of the year…. if you had anyone too celebrate the time of the year, it was kinda magical…. Ghosts and Goblins… however Bum Alley kept her thoughts focused on her schedule and excersizing sometimes she spent her time at the gym...she was training to be a boxer… some times the church celebrated the time of the year with All Saint's Day… seems they were under attack of persecution… here lately...that was a great problem…never before but seemed too be apart of the past as much as it is now... for the ones the women and men and the families searching for a Church to be apart of there lives… in worshipping with the congregation and converting to catholism… the classes was filled…
Sometimes from memory Bum Alley studied she liked to memorize the facts and articles… but she didn't have the means too…learn and be taught the way she desired and yearned really a hunger that will make her a career in life…. …
The insides of the orphanage was dimly lit…. And the leaves were beginning to change...a burning orange and gold…. A banquet was going on… at the moment in the dinning room… decorations and candels…. Seemed more real than anything else in the world right now for nestled against New York City NY mountains and winding river roads… Sack of Julia…..
In the big Harbor House…. Wich beackoned in the dark…….
Bum Alley walked the halls towards the double doors outside it started to rain it became familiar to notice every day the rain…. Isabella will be there in the morning...at the school… the rain poured again….. come to be familiar as boring or nasty as that sounds… some said about that…
It was a fall day nothing seemed to matter to much … walking through the corriders her stomach growled at the smells of the aromatic foods being served…
Father Misty was back from Bahrain… along with some other guests… in different seats around the long table that might have been names of the world… Bum Alley s chores wasn't finished… even after her long hard day … she was still happy… there was a appearance of a cat that showed up around the school Church… the older nuns was not to pleased About claiming taboos about the fat orange cat….. he wasn't going anywhere… seemed he bugged and bugged the nuns… swishing around there feet…. On the corners of the other side of Earth something someone can't imagine or think the thoughts to interrupt even if you had a TV to view…. What ever they brewed the witches was not afraid to perform spells… they looked through the Crystal balls and declared war on JC s Will…….. so many concoctions ……
Mr. David a man wearing a long black trenchcoat buttoned to his collar came in from the pouring rain…. Drops gathered in a pile at his feet rolling off his soaked hat he wringed in nervousness between his fingers… worries and frowns marked his face…. To so similiar” the chance to be like you”..... Hi I m glad I made it got a chance to be here” kindness flected in his shapes of black specks in his blue eyes…..
…. “ There is lots of things away from here…. Going on…” . ,,, He thought to lower his voice upon shaking Father Misty s right hand in a formal fraternity grasp…. Of a higher price for his calling tonight….. of a higher achievement of clearance for him that suggested was well earned in his years he lived….. his morals …. He walked with guilt free……
On his coat breasts we're medals and pins…. Ranks he climbed up…. Bum Alley watched in amazement the things she never saw…. Was coded in secrets and symbols for the good of fighting the bad…
A chance she never had before but believed in God… homeless on the street…. Bum Alley. Liked him….
Father Misty and David retreated to the dens after the evening meals….
The woman seated beside David was discreet…. Her shield or something like that…. Boomeranged any attention … but she was already rehearsed … her replies… or comments and conversations… Hairpin was a witch…. Why she came to the Church…. And to make matters worst the movies they were showing to the public…. Of course the nuns was upset and the movies
….” . how's your night? “ Hairpins placecard on the dining room table Said “ Harriet Cream” From Russia…. Her name was Hairpin….. Harriet Cream preyed on the younger generations of societys all over the world… converting what was left of innocence ……. Based on lies….. The witches and warlords even some shamans
Stole the minds …..of the youngest children….. shroaded and cloacked in a manner appealingly promising…. But…..
Harriet Cream really wasn't from Russia… she was a liar… she wasn't supposed to be there…
But she was….
Sometimes evil becomes stronger this time of the year…. Evils… the swords hanging high on the long tall long walls with the crests of the shields… the hilts some was long and shiny… polished for the wars and of course cornoation of knighthood…. Sometimes the cross guards of the swords hanging was weilded towards the sword bearers… so his energy reflects towards himself…. The power of prayer...before going to war and solving peace … to rule… in a manner that was fair….
In some occasions there in the old Catholic Church Orphanage outside China Towns district…
The things that decorated the orders of the garters and clans…. Was magnificent….
The holy Rock…. “ I can't tell you enough how much…. “Word was sitting in the chair at the end of the long table … in the chair of honour… “ here at the present time…. “..... He gathered courage to tell them….all….
Word was from Iran…. In the shelters of the Church and the safety from the forces of powers everywhere…
The ceremonial rhyton… he held… in his hands… the horn he was going to drink a libation…
…. war….who would declare…he thought only he could wish for a
Breaking of the bones at this Thanksgiving holiday….
A wish….
…. “ And I conclude this at the time most important…. Find out for yourself…. “ Was all he knew at the moment because…. He knew…. It was best to “ watch” ….. “ I tell you tonight …. I'm flatter… “ he couldn't seem to form the Language that was beyond the grasp of his reach….his heart strings were the quivers of his feelings stretching and pulling… Father Misty as well felt the same way…..
Word…. Went for a long silent moment…..
The witch thought he was stupid….
…..
The devil's good witch….thats supposed to make sense… of course… a responsa ……
Too…..
A little late… who could equipped with a power to respond in a crisis….
The things any one would want to be included in the in crowd no matter your age…. Things that are weakened…. Small biting bugs all over …. Everything that got worse… all the time….
What one Crystal Clear promotions….. around Jesus Christ holidays….. the witches had one big smoke in….
Creped…. Feeling he felt… addressing these negative emotions and creped he felt when he laid eyes on Harriet Cream……. He knew her and he knew …. She wasn't from Russia… she wouldn't say where she was from…. Word read a little…. …. Some of the good things as the bad…. “ See for yourself” he said again…. The people who gathered in friendship around the table…. Didn't know what he met….his words he left out…. Was a cloak a covering for them…. Called protection… he gave them the Will to live...but however nobody said it best unless of course you were Harriet Cream….sCream….she silenced and shut up the multitudes in her attitude of “ Boone does it better” left her ugly rash… let me tell u your children need to be good little witches he thought to himself with disgust….
The rain continued and into the night again for a number of days…
Word wanted to finish what he began…. One conversation of about 15-30 words wasn't enough to equip there journey…. And unite them for there own personal battles...if some of them was even aware…. The heavy weight that dragged the spirit….he wondered if that's the spirit they want to adore….. to summon his conclusion on just a moment's whim life lesson…. It seemed to be urgent tonight he offered reliance on each other….
The witch whose name was Harriet Cream…. Sat in her stiff chair ….
Feeling she did above her measures…..
Of the flock of followers and millions that made her rich… Word wanted to reply of occasions and admonister some changes…. Where Jesus Christ left over 2000 years ago…. And the witches own now…..
If witches rule out god or god rules out witches or they both rule each other out…. Word the leader of the “ I”s …. Said finally after a long pause….of vulnerability
“ Myself, as well as I can…. Do…
Rightly form I will do that….” Hairpin listened to his faltered words in regards to his speech she wasn't worried from Jesus Christ books he fast forty days and she accepted the offer the devil made… Jesus forfeit… Hairpin had it all what did she care???... She was better than Jesus that's really all that mattered… she didn't believe Jesus was real until the night she signed her life away… Hairpins deal…. She was like a obsessed poltergeist her real personality….
How well Word knew scarey…
He didn't forget his promises and rewards Harriet Cream tried to undermine….
He couldn't believe she was there….
In the church a devil worshipper …
Or she liked to be called a witch…
He would be glad to leave the table.
..
Hairpin was there for some reason...he felt...why he passed judgement he wasn't quite sure….but her attacks and demonstrations convinced others tag along...at riots against the Rocks of all countries…
Hairpins placecard if it made any difference at all… she was from the USA.. . Sometimes the rage… and lure was a epidemic that clouded the poorest class of people that Came into second hand morbial with her brands of cheap but dangerous amulets and pentagrams…. For examples of her mentors was drug induced fantasies and rituals ….for the cults… drugs and crime spread with lawlessness… too have her sit at the tables…. He tried to keep in control unless he be judged…
….. it was Pearl Thiefs of the worst kind….
Stash the Truffle working for Jack's Ring of Pearls worked overtime… the dead and dying ….in his grim reaper taxi he controlled…. Deposited the pearls to heaven…. He will be driving Miss Mayflower in the morning ……. The funeral was going to be close to New York City NY…. Great Gretta Combs and Isabella went to the mountains for rest away from the Church…. Baron George met with them at a cabin in the hills … a familiar name stake….like a chain of department stores…. A short hike to the cabin...Baron George found Miss Mayflowers maid….. she was in North Korea…. She will come to the States of the USA…. Betty Pi was Miss Mayflower s maid from China… Baron George explained to Great Gretta Combs….
Great Gretta Combs asked “ honestly Mr. George are you implying that we give Isabella to Betty Pi? “ Not that anyone would mind…. Isabella has been here at the moment…. For a while…. Now … we have taken the time to see she has everything….” Baron George laughed a little bit… to fill in awkwardness…. And …. The Super Bee gees…. It was no big deal… if she had been someone else a little older why would anyone care… the tangles … Isabella's sister Serena was on the waiting list… Jack if he was found…. Then it would turn the tides again…
Nobody thought it was that important…. Miss Mayflower would be buried in a family cemetery….
That's what the newspapers reported in a column….on visiting hours at the funeral home and her next of kin…
The 3rd Rock of North Korea and the sugar Ant Swan …. Betty Pi… thrones of people who was acquainted with Miss Mayflower...gathered in the park the following morning…. Great Gretta Combs…. Thought it best to avoid Baron George… Isabella wasn't leaving … JC s Will… most of all until… Isabella wanted too.
The 3rd Rock of North Korea and his wife Sugar Ant Swan couldn't imagine the streets were a fisascal…he placed his trust in the care of his courts of government he brought along with him…. His wife's maid from China there mule from Russia attached to the carriage that rolled down the streets… Macy's Parade started…. And Miss Mayflower was mingled in the parade by a wrong turn...as if that was enough to start a day off
Now from Miss Mayflower's peace of mind the grim reapers rolled down the parade and her farewells in the crowds and caught in between a famous clown known for his boo hoo hoo… and some spoiled Disney princess Bratz balloons well I guess Miss Mayflower felt comfortable with her company… Miss Mayflower had silver specks trickling out her sealed embalmed body…. She cried …. Something couldn't stop after her death…… the long parade succession was a celebrity solstice…. Happy Thanksgiving… the Rock of the USA said….
We're going to be a little bit late for the ham… “ he phoned Sugar Ant Diamond…. Moving the slow procession of the parade on by laying on his Horn…. And he was emotional from the lack of consideration… wow… the nerve of them…
“D” On…. Hung up his phone….
Father Misty's sermon that day was a eulogy at Miss Mayflowers short presence here among the gardens she adored...and then his sermon concluded with Love… it was about love…. The attempt to try… everyone everything was valuable in the cost of life…. In that instances when condolences didn't seem enough…. Too… however one judges most “ not good enough” some try … Miss Mayflower was in her last days when the autopsy report reached the desks of the family and the detective finished his job….
Didn't seem like too many people “ gave a damn” …
Miss Mayflower had in her life…. Stash … when he was able too exit the Macy's Day Parade with Miss Mayflower…. With him….. Stash the Angel dropped the big bag on the floors of heaven… “ almost too late… “ a voice said into the air… “ what do you mean ?” The voice answered “ going out of business” Stash said “ not yet “ in his deep voice… “ still have a few more “ ,, and he gave the voice…. The pearl that Miss Mayflower had…. Her soul….really that's what the fuss was about….. collecting the worth everyone fought about…. Monetary gain… the real pearls lied inside ….a heart… Miss Mayflower… …
The monetary gain Stash gave the pearls to God.. in respect…. If anyone thought he'd tell them it was no one's business…. Signed Stash …. He gave God the IOU… Miss Mayflower had … …. P.S. real pearls…
Stash… the voice said… to Stash…” that's OK”…. I bought Miss Mayflower a field...
….. to be continued
North Korea
& South Korea
By Cindy Young
Aug. 20th 2018