The Social Network

The Social network is a brilliant look back on how Facebook was invented. If you have ever wondered how this social internet phenomenon got started, this entertaining and informative film will provide the facts and the fun in this two hour joy ride.

Aaron Sorkin who penned "A Few Good Men" and political blockbuster "West Wing" wrote the screenplay, the construction of the film is such that it plays out from one spot and weaves it was forward and back. David "Fight Club" Fincher directs, so there is certain edge to this title.

The acting does not disappoint, Jessie Eisenberg steps up his resume from "Zombieland" with an convincing portrayal of Jeffrey Zuckerberg, Facebook founder. I truly enjoyed Justin Timberlake who owns the screen from his first scene to his last.
The Casting is just splendid and the pace and the length of the film are spot on.

Kevin Spacey the films producer should be proud of this film, it's funny, serious, touching and feels personal. I don't see many films in the theater anymore, I am glad that Justin, my son, convinced me this was worth the time and money.

I don't see any reason to have to see it on the big screen, other than it is always the preferred place for the best film viewing experience.

Our Changed World Remembering Sept.11th

"It was our second day of training. The bus in front of our hotel left
promptly at 6:45 a.m. and arrived at the WTC complex at about 7 a.m. As
we pulled up in front of the building, ironically, in the back of my head I
was wondering where the bomb had gone off years ago. My roommate,
Linda, and I quickly made our way through the main mall to WTC 2,
passed the multiple security checkpoints, and then proceeded to the
elevators that took us to the 61st floor, Morgan Stanley's Learning and Nguyen
Development Center. Classes started promptly at 7:30 a.m.

"This morning we had a speaker, Phil Roth, Morgan Stanley's Chief Technical Analyst.
He was scheduled to finish at 8:45 a.m., but there were fewer questions than were
expected, so we finished about 8:40. This is when our head trainer, Bill Van Scoyoc,
announced our first break. We would have 20 minutes and then regroup in our respective
classrooms. Some went down to the ground level to smoke, some went down to the
cafeteria on 44 for breakfast and others just hung out in the lobby. Normally, I would go to the phones right outside my room and call Chris and the office, but it wasn't even 8 a.m. in Houston yet, so I decided to go check my e-mail in the computer room instead. There were only a few available computers and a girl from my class asked if she could go before me, so instead I went to the lobby to find my other classmates that I had not yet seen that morning. Most of the trainees had gathered to look out the windows at the various sights and landmarks, including the Statue of Liberty.
"It was a perfect day -- cool, clear and blue.

We had only been standing there for a few minutes when we heard and explosion above us and off to the right. Everyone rushed to the windows as we watched paper and debris rain down from the sky. At first, it looked like a ticker tape parade. Then, I noticed some of the paper was on fire, In the seconds it took me to turn away from the window, I could already start to smell the smoke and gas in our building that lead me to believe it was us who had been hit. "The trainers began to evacuate us immediately. They stood at the stairwell doors instructing us out. Some of my classmates had already decided they had seen too much and went directly to the stairwell. As I passed my classroom to pick up my purse and book bag, I noticed some chairs had been knocked over onto the floor. I was told later that the blast had also knocked the windows of my classroom out, but I hadn't noticed. What if we had been in there? I then proceeded to the stairs that were filling up very quickly.

"We proceeded fairly slowly, thinking the explosion was purely an accident, perhaps a
small plane had veered off course. There was joking in the stairwell about how that had
been our homework being thrown out the window. One of the cooks from the cafeteria
apologized for burning today's lunch and invited us all to his house. Everybody laughed
and kept moving.

"When I was somewhere around the 40s, an announcement came over the loudspeaker.
There was too much commotion for me to actually hear exactly what was said, but
apparently they had announced, 'Building 2 is secure, please return to your office.'
Everyone ignored the announcement and kept moving. We complained about the long
walk and how sore we would be tomorrow. Maybe I could skip my workout tomorrow.

"Then, somewhere in the 30s, there was another explosion above us and the whole
stairwell swayed like when a bus stops too fast. The walls started to fall apart and the main lights went out and the emergency lights came on. People started screaming. Those that had been knocked down were trying to get up before they were trampled. People started to yell, 'Go! Go! Go!' We tried to move faster, but couldn't. The stairwell was too full. I couldn't believe this was happening. I thought either the other tower had fallen over on us or our building was starting to collapse on top of us. Either way, we were dead. I thought about all the people I loved and how I would never see them again. My legs turned to Jell-o. I looked around to find a familiar face, but there was no one I recognized from my class. I turned the guy next to me and introduced myself and told him I didn't want to die alone. He said his name was Jerry and urged me to 'Keep moving. It's gonna be OK.' "Women began to kick off their shoes as they came down the stairs, but I was too scared about what would be on the ground, if we made it out. I kept thinking about that scene from Diehard when Bruce Willis is stuck under the desk with no shoes and the scary German realizes this and tells his friends to 'Shoot the glass!' I was keeping my shoes. I struggled to keep my legs moving like I wanted them to. Some were tired and stopping to take breaks between floors. They urged everyone to keep moving around them. I was too scared to stop.
"Somewhere around the 10th floor, the stairwell began to fill with dense smoke rising
from the bottom. I put my jacket over my face, but it didn't help. What were we running
into? Was there a bomb down there? Fire? People kept moving, so I did too. I couldn't
even see the person in front of me, but continued down the stairs grasping the center rail.

When we finally reached the bottom, the stairwell exited right into the mall. We were still not safe. My heart sunk a little bit. There were police and fireman herding us through the mall to the safest exit, which was not necessarily the closest one. They asked us not to run. They were pretty much ignored. At this point anyone in front of me was a hurdle. They turned us away from some exits because I think there was too much debris. I was confused about where they were directing us, but kept running. We went down corridors and up escalators. "When I finally saw the light of day, I was told to cover my head and run. There was stuff falling everywhere. The ground was covered in debris. I didn't notice much going on around me, I just ran. My classmates said there was blood and glass all over the ground. I was astonished at how many people were amassed on the street just gawking. I weaved through them to get as far away as I could. Once I crossed the street, I noticed the windows had been blown out of the surrounding buildings and jagged pieces of glass were falling all over the ground. It was like the disaster obstacle course. What was next? I was glad I had my shoes. I continued to weave through hundreds, even thousands of onlookers for blocks. They had obviously not been in the building, because if they had been, their first instinct would also be to get the hell away.

"After a few blocks, I began to slow down as I realized I was alone and had no idea
where I was going. All the signs were in Chinese. I searched frantically for a familiar face in the sea of people when I saw Dale and Terry, two classmates from Arkansas running down the street. I quickly joined them. Dale took my bag and we kept running. They were yelling about how the tallest building at home was five stories high and they were never coming back to New York. We all wanted to be home. None of us had any idea where we were. I think we were heading to the river. Police were beginning to try and clear the area. I tried to ask directions, but was yelled at to, 'Keep moving!' Finally, someone offered to lead us in the right direction. All we knew was that our hotel was across the street from Madison Square Garden and we needed to keep moving.

"Amazingly, I ran into my roommate on the street. She had two classmates with her and
they quickly joined us. Traffic was halted. People stood in the streets staring up at the flaming towers, some in shock, some crying. Car radios were turned up trying to get any news on what had happened. I heard bits and pieces about hijackers and planes. People screamed into cell phones in disbelief. Others were lined up at pay phones. I kept thinking that I needed to call home and let everyone know I'm OK, but there was no way we were about to stop. My roommate wanted to stop and get on the subway since we
were still miles from home. Over my dead body, I thought. I wasn't about to be stuck
somewhere underground while things were collapsing over my head. "I only looked back a few times. How would they fix it? We thought. How long wouldwe be in New York? It would take at least a week, we groaned, still not realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"We were about eight blocks away when the south tower, WTC 2, collapsed. 'It's gone,'
we kept saying in disbelief. "Oh my God, it's gone.' Terry urged us to keep running.
There would be a stampede of people trying to escape the wave of smoke and debris. We
ran a little faster. My feet felt like they were gonna fall off. We passed Foot Locker and I was so tempted to stop and buy running shoes, but the guys assured me that we were almost at the hotel. We kept running. I wanted to take my shoes off, but not on these streets. Emergency vehicles raced by us as they headed towards the towers. We were at about 14th Street when we stopped for a moment to watch the second tower crumble (WTC 1, north tower). Hundreds of people stared and gasped in shock. We were still not home, only 16more blocks, over 1.5 miles. "I noticed a woman next to me walking and crying quietly to herself. I asked if she was okay and put my arm around her. She said she had been at work in the building and couldn't believe what was happening. She was holding on to me tightly, obviously scared and shaken. I was a visitor here, but his was her whole life. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling. I told her I had been in there, too, and it was only my second day in New York. She kinda laughed, and then began to cry again. I'm not sure she knew where she
was headed, but we continued to our hotel.

"As we entered the lobby, it was utter chaos. Emergency medical stations were already
up and running. Morgan Stanley employees were told to sign in at the front desk.
Multiple TV s were set up and people crowded around them. I headed straight to the
elevator. I had to call home and let everyone know I was alive."Phone lines were tied up and it took multiple attempts to get through to Houston, but I was finally able to call the office. All, I could say was 'Hi, it's me.' Kim began to cry
when she heard my voice. I could hear her say, 'It's Monica, it's Monica.' The office had closed and sent everyone home, but a few people had been waiting at the office for over two hours to hear from me. That's when they told me what was going on -- the attack on the Pentagon, the crash in Pennsylvania. All I could think of was that I needed to talk to my parents and Chris. I had them connect me because I was afraid to hang lose the line. I got through to Chris first. Told him I was OK and that I loved him and asked him to call everyone in my address book and let them know I was OK. Then, I called my parents. My mom answered the phone with, 'Monica!' Apparently, she had answered every call like this for the past few hours, my sister told me later. We were hysterical -- I was alive. "I ended up being stuck in New York until Saturday because I kept scheduling flights and they kept getting canceled.

I spent a lot of time walking around the city to remember its attributes and not the horrible thing that had happened there. I would come back someday. I also talked to a lot of friends and family who wanted to make sure I was all right and it just made me want to get home faster. "Morgan Stanley finally arranged for us to get home by chartered bus. There were three drivers, and we went nonstop, dropping people off along the way. We pulled up in front of my apartment on Sunday, about 2 p.m. One of the drivers even ran out and hugged Chris before I did. They were happy to have helped us get home. Chris' parents were there with flowers and balloons and my parents arrived shortly after. I was finally home.

"I will never forget how I felt and what I saw and heard that day. I hope to never
experience anything like that again. I was saddened by the tragedy, numbed with fear and thrilled to be alive,all at the same time. They say that your life flashes before your eyes, but all I could think of was, 'What my last words were to my loved ones? Would Chris take good care of my pets? Would my nieces and nephew remember me?'
"Has it changed my outlook on life? Well, I feel incredibly lucky to be alive and want to make a point of telling my friends and family that I love them as often as possible. I feel like my life is precious because of the people who are in it. I still believe that people are inherently good. Should you live every day like it's the last day of your life? I don't think so. I think you should embrace every day like it's the first."

Monica H. Nguyen, 30
Financial adviser,
Training in Tower 2 floor 61
September 11, 2001

Critical Incident Stress Management Class

Up in the Air

After getting Oscar attention for JUNO, director Jason Reitman (Son of legendary film maker Ivan Reitman) turns to this adaptation of Walter Kirn's comic novel. Academy Award-winner George Clooney stars as Ryan Bingham, a businessman on the verge of reaching ten million frequent flyer miles when his company decides to cut back on travel. But his goal isn't the only thing just out of reach: he now won't be able to see a fellow frequent traveler (THE DEPARTED's Vera Farmiga) who has caught his eye.

Starring: George Clooney, Vera Farmiga, Anna Kendrick, Melanie Lynskey
Director and Adapted writer: Jason Reitman

I am a tad late to catch on to the buzz, around this Christmas film release. With the Oscars two weeks off, I thought I might see some of the best of the rest.

As you might know, I am reluctant to review films based on telling the story line. Nothing frustrates me more than to read a review which is packed full of spoilers. I prefer to review elements of the film, and let you discover where the film takes you and how. To start with, I am going to buy this film when it becomes available. I do not make it a habit on buying films; I only own possibly ten titles. I guess you can presume what is going to follow to how I felt about the movie overall.

The cinematic delight really sets a fine base for frequent travelers, and how one might find it be best to travel, if you must or choose to do so often. The release of this movie in the economic times we are in, with the unemployment woes of so many, is perfectly suited to affect most everyone who might view it. If you wait till it goes on Netflix, I suggest you piggyback the viewing of “Falling Down” with Michael Douglas for the prefect twin billing.
Let me start by saying, these films do not take the same path or have the same feel.

Jason Reitman is perfectly suited to direct his written adaptation of the book of the same name written by Walter Kirn. Mr. Kirn is a writer of some note, which Wiki, can best explain if you are curious. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Kirn

Reitman’s direction of the cast, in witty, amusing, or serious interchanges has equally exceptional delivery. His ability to toggle back and forth or up and down through the story line is just seamlessly smooth. He gets the most of out all the central figures and is masterful in the pace and direction of the entire story line.

George Clooney is simply superior in playing this central role, much like his stunning performance in the film “Michael Clayton”.

All other actors and actresses are well done and adeptly carried out. No one seemed out of place, or to obstruct the storyline and its unfolding success.

I enjoyed the backpack story and ones view of how we might construct and carry out our lives. You cannot help but to examine your take on this segment of the film.

In my final analysis, “Up in the Air” is well constructed, played out, and then finally executed to its final destination, to date, my best film of the year.

New Cowboy Stadium

Since the new Cowboy stadium has so much hype and praise, I wanted to give you a different perspective from my visit to Big D and their new Mecca when I went to see the Chargers WIN.

First of all, I have been looking forward to this trip for two reasons, one to see Nicolle and Nick, along with Marty my friend of over 30 years who lives in Irving. The kids and I drove up from Round Rock Saturday and spent the night at Marty's home in Irving. We had dinner with others to celebrate Marty's 50th birthday, which is on the 22nd. The main reason for the visit was that Nick, Nicky and I had tickets to the Charger and Cowboy game played Sunday the 13th of December 2009.

PRE-STADIUM

Sunday morning we headed to Champps a regional Sports Bar and restaurant. The four of us which included Marty were adorned in Charger gear. Our arrival stirred nothing more than a few double takes. We enjoyed some food and beverages and viewed the many morning NFL contests on the multiple big screen options while awaiting our adventure, the game was starting at 3:15pm CST.

While waiting, we met a couple dressed in Charger gear. They (Karen and Gordon Bishop) were from Georgetown, which is located about 10 miles from Round Rock, where the kids have a home. After chatting for about ten minutes, we discovered our lives were intertwined from Oceanside where Karen had served on the YMCA board of management. She left before I joined the board. That group of folks are some of the finest people I have ever been associated with. The husband, Gordon was the OSD school Board Superintendent. Turns out we know many, many dear friends included legends Knox Williams and Farley Mann. While I was seated at their table chatting, a random man asked me if I needed a parking permit to the game, he said he only wanted $20 for it. I said I had parking, which was about a mile from the stadium and included a trolley ride to and back from the game. I said "No Thanks", he then said "Oh, just take it for free" So I did, and then offered to buy him and his two table guests a round of drinks, which I did. Turns out, the Parking Pass was $75 and about 50 yards from the entrance. When I came over to thank Dan, the parking ticket gifter, he said "Oh no, you are a Charger Fan, I gave it the wrong guy". I was in my lucky Dark Blue Jersey, which is close to the Cowboys color. I then gave my parking pass to a couple in COWBOY jersey's in the spirit of pay it forward. When wearing my Dark Blue Gates Jersey we are undefeated this year. Ok, we have won 8 in a row you say, well in the first five games when wearing my light blue LT we lost all three games, and when wearing my Dark Blue Gates we won two games. That cannot be just luck :~). In fact, when playing Cleveland, when the game started and I was waiting for my Gates jersey to finish drying, so I wore the light blue LT. Darn it if the Browns did not score. I ripped the Gates Jersey out of the dryer and wore it, although is was still not completely dry. As you know, winner, winner chicken dinner. All due to me wearing the Gates Jersey.

It was now time to head to the stadium, and Nicky wrote down Dan's turn by turn directions, and we followed them to near perfection right to Arlington.
The Stadium Parking lot is divided into two sections Blue, and Silver, Blue is close to the stadium, Silver is a hike, accross the lot where the baseball stadium is located. When we got to the stadium, we had a easy entrance, because it is all divided by parking lot color, and then small groups of numbers. This was about the most intelligent thing I got out of the design of Jones Mecca.

Since game time was only 45 minutes away when we arrived, we walked rather briskly to the stadium. The Stadium is further divided by entrance sections, being letters, like the Q. However, you may only enter in your designated lettered entrance which is indicated on your ticket, so more walking for us.

We did get to see the main private vehicle entrance, which was like a UN security check point, with Police everywhere, bomb sniffing dogs, every car and Van was searched inside and out. We heard that even Jerry Jones Car gets the dog sniff routine. Nick really liked the four door 911 Porsche that was at the high security vehicle entrance. At this point we started to notice Charger gear, on about one of every ten people. Groups giving each other words of encouragement about the game. I then started to tell the Bolt fans "No goofing around, and that we were there on a "BUSINESS TRIP". Most Bolt fans loved the call, a few looked at me like a puzzled dog, you know the one, who has their head cocked to the side. There was lots of Charger energy and some good natured jaw boning.

The security to get in was very similar to the Q, with the usual pat down. I never understand what good that does, they check the same arm and body areas. You could have a musket in your pants (no comments please) or a 457 magnum strapped to your ankle. Once we were inside of security it was if "Barnum and Bailey" just came to town, the only side show missing, was that stupid looking guy with the stripped pants walking around on stilts, scaring all the small children. A stage show with dances, girls in caged areas dancing, hawkers, and booths selling stuff.

I will give them props for the enormity of this place, it is amazing.However, if you don't like crowds, this place is buzzing. We were seated on the top level, in section 401. We took the escaltor and there were display rooms and helmets etc...
I did like the numbering of levels. Really Loge, Plaza, Press, Club, Field, and View at the Q are stupid. I love when people ask for the luge or lodge level to ushers. At minimum, change the name of field, to go down in the dungeon and come out to your NO VIEW seats. Quick suggestion Chargers change it to 100, 200, 300, 400, and 500. Let Club, Club and Press Suites have their own colored tickets.

PRE-GAME

Teams enter from under the stands, from behind the sideline. It's like they suddenly appear from the underworld. The Chargers were annouced, with little to no fanfare,INTRUDER ALERT apperared on the big screen. The Cowboys then have their cheerleaders dance around, followed by six guys running onto the field with big Dallas Star flags, then it is the COWGIRLS, errr football players. All and All nothing compared to any other Charger game where each player is introduced, which is generally followed by some heart pounding fly over of our military heros.

There were tons of concessions stands, with many $$$ food options,the restrooms were huge, but they missed the mark with the Mens room, when they had two entrances and no exit, the one side had fifty guys waiting and the other entrance which is 20 yards further down, was without a wait. They both lead to the same room. BTW, feel free not to yell out Chargers! When you are at an away game while in the mens room. I had twenty guys look at my Gates Jersey, my personal danger was so compromised, I said "Wasn't me, Men", I saw the movie Sparta, I am not that foolish. I got out of there without any further incident. That is so common at a Charger home game in Plaza or loge to hear someone sing out "Char-gers".... This was like an Opera bathroom, never a word spoken and no one was talking up or about the Cowboys.

Ok back to section 401, in the corner end zone, I happen to like that angle of the game, and my seats at the Q are in the Press level and have that similar view. You get the full view of the field and enough angle to judge down and distance. What changed besides the size of the players from that altitude, was the HORRIBLE 40MM TV hanging over the field. The side screens are 60 yards long and the end screens are 20 yards wide. We could see both the side and the end screens from our seats and it was distracting to watching the game. The way they used this screen was equally baffling. They never showed down and distance. Score, times, rarely replays, nothing from the other NFL games or scores. Wait for it, Wait for it, your right, it's an on going freaking sponsored commercial. If I saw one more AVATAR clip, I was going to scream. On the humorous side, they did have three rather amusing repeated crowd motivators at the beginning of the game, and yes I will get to that also. They had an actor, maybe one of the players, say "you are our home field advantage, so 80,000 Cowboy fans making noise". The crowd got loud, then fell asleep. Every time the message on the TV's said DEF-FENSE. The crowd said nothing. When some great play happened they showed an animated cartoon character of a cowboy, on an animated horse,whose legs are twisting and turning as they streak across the screen "You have to see it, to believe it!" it is about the most childish thing I have ever viewed at a professional football game. Who even finds this entertaining, five year old kids?

In the third quarter they turned those huge screens into a 3-D commercial for AVATAR, and then kept them in the 3D mode for game viewing. It was totally unwatchable. Whose cousin of Jerry Jones, thought of this stupid idea? Did they truly expect us to wear these stadium issued, made in China, paper glasses? Were we simply demanded to stare at the screen? About 10 minutes in the stadium announcer came on the PA and said "You have been watching in 3D, what do you think?" the stadium exploded in a thunderous 'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO". Moments later the 3D was gone and the crowd gave out with what would prove to be the loudest cheer of the day. On Monday, the national ESPN TV talk sports shows crucified this tactic.

Another oddity is when you leave the seated area it is if you had left the game completely, sound, action no way to even look down an aisle to catch a glimpse. Plenty of TV's in public areas, but only in certain areas, not just here and there.

We had plenty of Charger fans seated near by us, one couple from Tulsa had driven five hours to see the game. I met Bolt fans from all across the US. Most of them had to move out of San Diego to survive, hear that state seat holders? These business people could not make a living in your socialist conditions. Texas has created more jobs than the other 49 states combined in the last two years. Sorry, now back to regularly scheduled broadcast.

The Suites looked exactly like they sound, sweet, looked like 60inch or larger HD TV's in each, and spacious and such. The actual seating area has virtually no room to walk down with out people almost standing up so it is easy to pass through. Seats were hard plastic (well in the cheap seats they were. Also the seat numbers are in 10 fint on the edge of the seat, I observed many fans trying to find the seat number. I say make a big number in the middle of the seat backing, which is resessed.

Oh right, there was a game being played, we scored first and that sort of took the air out of the fans, does the term front running fans meaning anything to you? Once they fell behind the fans never got into the game. Rumor around these parts is they are not the best fans once the team falls behind. The Q has the best fans, although Denver has pretty good fans also. This was like a movie where everyone knows its going to be a sad ending. There was a group of Charger fans in the area behind us chanting "Char-gers" "Char-gers" and "You can't run" two chants often heard at home.One Cowboy fan screamed at them to "Win a Championship", Nicky turned to me and said 'Win a game in December!" It has been since 1996 that the Cowboys won their last playoff game. When Demarcus Ware got hurt, we decided to head down so that when the game ended we could run to our car. He was down about 15 minutes, about the same amount of time it took to go east to west and down three levels.

All and all the fans were pretty nice to us. One idiot came up to Nicky near the end of the game and said "You Suck". I thought of some clever retorts, but we kept walking. Near the end of the game some DRUNK cajun stumbled up to Nick and I and said "What are you doing here?". Nick told him "I live here". I noticed this short drunken, nymrod who has his face painted with a Retro Charger blue. I couldn't say it. He says "I was born in Louisana and I cheer for the Cowboys". I was thinking was your daddy a gator or your mommy a gator? He simply wasn't worth the wasted oxygon,
I did think later "Isn't this America? Are we not allowed to go where we wish?"

Remember the funny man who had to remind fans to cheer, they brought him back in the 4th quarter, with a "Don't forget what I told you to cheer message". Really, Jerry you need some fifty foot jolly green giant looking cutesy boy telling your fans to cheer? It was almost sad, so sad, it made us laugh.

We ended up on the west end of the field where Gates caught the winning TD, and Nate split the uprights to seal the deal. A Video Camera toting SD media person asked Nicky if she would do an interview on camera. She said "He will" pointing at me. I think she was with the SD Union however, I don't know. I had about a One minute on camra interview which probably ended up on the editing room floor. We left with about one minute to go in the game, so as to smoothly exit the stadium and the parking lot. We left with our heads helf high and our mouths zipped. I hate it when the visiting team is screaming we suck, and they are great if we get beat. I think it's classless. In case you missed it we won 20-17.

Quite frankly, had Dallas come back, I did not want to be there, to see it. We got to the truck and were out in a flash, once again, very organized. What a great day, winner, winner, chicken dinner.

I was at Old Cowboy in 2001, to see the Chargers beat the Cowboys 32-21. That game was played 12 days after 911. I missed the game played in San Diego four years ago played on 9.11.05. It was the day after Nicky's wedding. We took the Insiration out on SD harbor for three hours with the family and wedding party and missed the last second TD for the Boys, to nip the Bolts at the Q 28-24.

John and Darius at Invesco Field 10/4

Fisker Automotive Inc. has received $529 million in taxpayer money

A start-up automotive company backed by former Vice President Al Gore has been loaned more than half a billion dollars by the federal government. According to The Wall Street Journal, Fisker Automotive Inc. has received $529 million in taxpayer money. The loan was intended to help Fikser produce a hybrid sports car to be sold in Finland. "This is not for average Americans," Leslie Paige, a spokeswoman for Citizens Against Government Waste, told the Journal. "This is for people to put something in their driveway that is a conversation piece. It's a status symbol thing."