Any kid who has a summer birthday– or any adult who grew up with one– knows that they can leave you feeling either super special or.. left out.
Left out you say? You betchya– just ask any summer birthday kid who never gets to bring in cupcakes during the school year and get treated like royalty by classmates for the day– and if you’re really lucky– have a corresponding party at your house. That kind of day definitely leads to significant upticks in poll results, and if played right, can be sustained throughout the years and potentially lead into into student council election wins. Word is, this phenomena is the subject of Malcolm Gladwell’s next book (!) 😉
So what about the Super Special part? We with the summer birthdays can point to experiences traveling making new friends, or summer picnics with friends (if they happen to be in town) as better than a made-from-a-box cupcake in a cold winter month. Bitter much?
In truth– for me– some of my best memories growing up were of summer birthdays spent on Lake Leelanau.
And some of best gifts I received were local and “Pure Michigan”, such as a prized Petosky Stone.
A Petosky stone is both a rock and a fossil
Although I’d love to say that I still have that *exact* stone, our stand-in represents that gift from long ago.
As an adult, the advantage does begin to shift to those of us with summer birthdays– we can leverage the weather, and the locales such as Lake Michigan and Douglas, Michigan.
We can be kids again
The gifts and celebrations also (at times) become a whale of a better quality…
…We can also wed on our birthdays– so rather than focus on aging, we focus on building a history together
We can also appreciate that we are in good company:
Ernest Hemingway, born July 21st, 1899, celebrated summers (and birthdays) on Walloon Lake, near Petosky, Michigan.
And.. we can seek to align with that history, as we did by spending several birthdays at Camp Michigania (also on Walloon Lake).
In the final analysis, what better way than to celebrate a birthday– in the summer and in Michigan? Hmm, maybe the Super Special aspect of summer birthdays does win out in the end?
Not many people are lucky enough to have an Uncle Ed. My paternal grandmother’s youngest brother, Uncle Ed added the special magic to our family that brought generations and cousins together. Most of this was due to his sheer force of personality– quick of wit, and full of unending charm, Uncle Ed knew how to captivate any crowd. A lesser part of his magic– but no less special– was his cabin in Lewiston, Michigan.
Situated on 30 acres of lush forest dotted with gleaming (perch filled) lakes, it was no less amazing in the dead of winter, when it became a true wonderland. Uncle Ed had all the toys, too, including a fleet of snowmobiles in the winter and 🚤 🚣🏻♀️⛵️🛶⛳️🏊🏻 in the warm weather.
Now hosting vacation rental guests to our properties on the Art Coast of Michigan (Saugatuck area), I began looking into Lewiston again, as I haven’t been there in 30+ years. Where exactly is it, I wondered?
Turns out, it is “Up North” (in the sense that we lower peninsula folks refer to anything in the 2 hour radius of the Mackinac Bridge as Up North). This explains how– from his cabin– we were able to traverse to places like Uncle John and Aunt Marie’s ranch house on Torch Lake one day, and Petoskey the next.
But Lewiston was/is a destination in and of itself, full of natural beauty throughout all seasons.
And of course, Uncle Ed’s cabin itself was a thing of practical splendor- his great room with soaring cathedral ceiling- housed a full bar and was anchored with a stone fireplace. I actually remember when I first started to walk in that very great room (weird, huh?).
Somewhat poetically, Uncle Ed passed away doing what he loved to do– playing golf. Still, his lasting legacy inspires me to this day, to create and share wonderful experiences with and for our family– and all of you, our guests!
No, kind readers, Disney does not hold title claim to the phrase. Although you would think given the song, musical, movies, merchandise and the *restaurant* bearing the phrase as name. But, in a positive light, Disney does offer inspiration to lend a little magic into our guest experience at RWP.
The truth is, the term ‘guest’ is such so much more than a lyrical synonym for “renter”. It elevates the concept of lodging to one of great care and a wonderful experience. Although we can’t promise singing and dancing candlesticks, plates, and clocks, at RWP we strive for the Danish concept of hygge. There is no direct translation for the word, but it’s meant to connote a sense of cozy comfort- candles, pillows, throws… you get the idea. That- coupled with the ability to walk into town, or up the street to rent a paddle board or kayak- contributes to the overall draw.
Now going into our second year of offering guest lodging we are doubling down on all the positive feedback we received to date, and are excited to be offering even more luxuries and amenities to our offering. A newly rehabbed faux wood burning fireplace in the living room crackles with authenticity. Two flanking captains chairs outfitted with preppy navy ticking stripes compliment the room.
Our efforts are paying off as we had the first booking of the new year in January with our agency partner, Lakeshore Lodging, and summer reservations and inquires are trickling in. The most satisfying aspect of all of this effort is ensuring a flawless experience, for which we invite you to “Be Our Guest”!
So much uncertainty abounds in our lives these days. May God Bless us all and we realize peace and happiness.. and even joy.. in an increasingly complex world.
For my part, I strive to be a better person and seek to understand and even empathize with others.
Brian and I were just talking about road trips, and the seemingly inverse relationship between frequency/duration and age. Someone on his work team was talking about her excitement to do an 8-hour road trip with friends. He recoiled at the thought (as did I when he was retelling the story). The coworker surmised that we only fly– which assumes we place a premium on getting where we want to go, rather than savor the journey. Writing that makes it seem harsh, but the fact of the matter is that most trips over 3 hours do tip us into planning by looking at flight schedules rather than forecasting Waze. For us, those 3-hour road trips now are reserved for special times of the year, as in the holiday season.
Our state of fewer road trips overall is a sad realization, as I grew up driving everywhere with my family, and I loved it. In fact our claim to fame was that we drove to all 49 states- and most provinces- by the time I was 12. Doing that was both affordable and allowed us to experience different parts of country that some jaded city people call “fly overs”. I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
What made those trips especially fun was the music 🎶 that established the soundtrack for our adventures. At times, our music was hilariously prescient, like the time the AC broke in our station wagon driving through South Dakota while we were down to only peanut butter sandwiches. As if on cue, Bruce Springsteen’s “Badlands” played on the cassette player (or was it an 8-track player?!).
If you’ve read this blog before, you might sense a theme that I love nostalgia. And not surprisingly I can completely relate to The Goldbergs show. Aside from brilliantly (and humorously) written, that show excels at using a musical score that is in keeping with the era and also relevant to the moment. A recent episode, “Love is a Mixtape“, featured said mix tape– the 80s version of SnapChat (in the sense that SnapChat is all about personalization).
Indeed, with mix tapes, you could express yourself to your friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, you name it. Mix tapes were a form of shareable storytelling– the lyrics said what you wanted to say. The melodies set the mood-happy, romantic.. You might argue that iPod playlists or custom channels on Pandora accomplish the same thing, but they are all derivative. (Truth be told those awful K-tel infomercials in the 70s probably started it all. (Rebranded as) Yacht Rock, anyone?)
Roadtrips were the perfect opportunity for a mix tape to tell a story. Even Jack Nicholson immortalized them in As Good As It Gets.
Today, we call mix tapes “playlists” – and even they are becoming dinosaurs as Sirius and Bluetooth-enabled Pandora custom channels are becoming the tool of choice. But, I would argue, the element of share-ability has greatly diminished.
Regardless of how you get your music, it remains my favorite part of the roadtrips we *do* take nowadays, and certainly makes even the max 3 hour road trips we take not only bearable, but fun. And again, this time of year- the holiday season- tends to be our season for road trips.
With all this in mind, I wanted to share with you my current mix tape/playlist for holiday season road trips, which tells the story of the season and sets the mood for an adventure. Buckle up!:
As we begin our journey, we set the mood: Driving Home for Christmas
With the post election hang over, let’s “Shake it Out”:
Shifting gears, Sarah reminds us that The Journey Home is never too far:
The Journey Home does certainly inspire classic rock (my favorite subset of which is Yacht Rock), so we move onto thinking about Brandy (such a fine girl):
Getting onto the open road, we shift wistfully think of Vincent, as Interlochen alum, Josh Groban, implores us to “catch the breeze and winter chills”:
Ok, that was beautiful, but kinda sad, right? Let’s take the energy up to a folksy notch as the sun starts its dip as we adjust our lumbar support:
Edie and Steve set the stage for a little nostalgia of similar music with none better than a little R.E.M. reassuring us that we are everything:
And, of course, it wouldn’t be a road trip without Jazz, and nothing is better than a little Coltrane:
Now having had our Jazz fix, every road trip needs a little sing-a-long. Defiantly inspirational, Les Miz delivers the promise of One Day More:
At this point (having woven in some tangential songs), we’re starting to reflect on the season, which can be likened to Joni’s River:
Sometimes, though, Dolly reminds us that it’s a Hard Candy Christmas (maybe I’ll dye my hair):
Just in time, Dean and Frank snap us back into a more festive/whimsical mood for the holiday:
Finally, as darkness has fallen and we’re arriving just in time for (Thanksgiving/Holiday/Christmas dinner), This Christmastide reminds us what it’s all about:
In the States, Thanksgiving always connotes the notions of tradition.
And what isn’t more American or traditional than baseball in November (or calling it a “World Series” 😉 )? What Cubs fan isn’t giving thanks this season?!
We thought we’d never see it!
Aside from traditions passed from generation to generation from a storied team like the Cubs– for most of us– traditions evolve within periods in our lives. There isn’t a hard and fast science to judge how much time must pass for a tradition to be established. The Digital age, blended families, aging.. all contribute to evolutions. In our family, aging defines our changes— and I’m seeing three distinct periods, or “main acts”emerging:
First Act
Growing up, our Thanksgiving was spent at my paternal Grandmother’s, who always made it an elegant, somewhat exotic affair albeit in her modest house.
Going to her house was always an adventure, too, as we sang the old Peanuts song, “Over the River and Through the Woods,” as we trekked our way.
In actuality, it was more like, “over the driveway and across the street,” since Grandma only lived a few blocks away, but *across* a very busy street; and hey, Charlie B’s gramma lived in a a condo. 😉 )
So what did I mean by “elegant”? As a kid not exposed to much- seeing Grandma’s fancy crystal bowl set my mouth watering. It was always filled with different delicacies like Brach’s Jelly Nougats, Spearmint Leaves or Orange Slices, or– spice gum drops– we’re talking high class here.
Grandma’s Bowl: almost trippy, isn’t it?!
Or– if I were really lucky, I’d get a piece of Jaja’s black licorice, which he kept special in a cedar chest where his cartons of Philip Morris were stashed. I hate what tobacco consumption did to my Jaj, but I can’t erase the precious memory of the flavors of cedar, tobacco and licorice coming together in one delicious treat. That informs my palate today; I seek out complex flavors in sweets, foods, and wines.
Without knowing my past experience, my besties Doug and Mike hassle me mercilessly about the “grannie” candies and desserts I prefer, but they also are the first to ask for seconds when I serve them. And I let them know that it’s not just my Grandma’s (and Jaj’s) palate, but Uncle Ed’s, Aunt Helen’s, Great Grandma Marks, Great Grandma Saleski’s– all that feed into my preferences. I make a mean Manhattan, thanks to Uncle John!
And.. back at Grandma’s house in those years.. her table was exotic, defined by her China–“Bali Hai”, which you can see in all its mid-century modern glory below. The set was a gift to her from my Uncle Ralph who purchased it at the local hardware store, which had a gift shop (fancy hardware store, right?). That tradition of setting an exotic table will now be the sole province of my niece Julia, when she starts her own traditions.
Grandma Saleski’s (Mary’s) Bali Hai China
Those years at Grandma’s house also gave us a chance to hang with my cousins Sharon, Diane, and Mark. We all witnessed the work that Grandma and our great Aunt Helen did throughout the day–everything from creating the feast to washing dishes by hand.
Those times were all too short, as we lost Jaj to lung cancer in 1978. That kind of loss affects every generation. And specific to Thanksgiving, we went into a transition phase, alternating between my other Grandma’s and my parents house. In those years, comedians like Adam Sandler created a festive background. Who doesn’t like turkey in a big brown shoe?
Second Act
Finally settling in Chicago after grad school, I decided to take the reigns of re-building a Thanksgiving tradition. The Thanksgiving season after all– fall, colors, smells, food, family & friends– is my favorite time of the year.
Those first years of establishing a tradition weren’t easy. As with any good story, there needed to be an antagonist to the protagonist/hero. Those yin/yang roles varied throughout the years– sometimes I myself was one or the other. I could completely relate to Katie Holmes’ April in Pieces of April (IMHO one of the best Thanksgiving movies ever).
In our Chicago Thanksgiving story, early years, my baby nephew Alex was the unwitting antagonist, peeing like a geyser on my freshly made bed as he was getting changed the first year (maybe he was inspired by Buckingham Fountain), and knocking over my prized model sailboat another.
But little Alex wasn’t the only one. There was the year that my oven boycotted Thanksgiving and the turkey was raw after 8 hours of baking at 350 degF (WTH), or the other year my Mom was taking a shower and screamed bloody murder because she thought she was “vacuumed sealed into the shower stall” of my bathroom.. she didn’t realize that the door swung open instead of sliding open. We did later crack up in hysterics as she meekly recounted her horror at the thought of a front page Chicago Tribune feature story on firemen rescuing “the stuck, naked fat lady.”
And the memories of my brother, Larry, not rising the brined turkey– a salty Thanksgiving was that! And Julia and Alex always up to their shenanigans– fighting over who would light the table’s candles (we had to continually blow them out and let the other relight them in all the pageantry befitting The Camelot Years of the White House.)
During those years, our tradition also started to include friends who didn’t have plans, or weren’t from Chicago and chose not to travel. We were always about the more-the-merrier and I affectionately started referring to them as “Thanksgiving orphans.” Mom– not initially understanding the context or concept, proudly bragged to her co-workers and friends about what a generous, thoughtful young man she had raised in me. We finally connected the dots one year when Mom — normally reserved and polite around my orphans– pointedly looked at my 30 year old friend, Johnny, innocently (but somewhat accusingly) stating– while pushing her peas around her plate— “you look kind of old to be an orphan, Johnny….”
As sometimes art imitates life, that story reminds me of one of my and my best friend Lisa’s favorite sketch comedy schticks, “My Match” which introduces us to shell-shocked contestants Jerry and Susan. Back from break, Jerry states “uh, when I was brought onto the show, I was under the impression that you could win prizes or money, not orphaned children” As so the bit goes that no matter how or what they answered, they won orphans! So wrong, but also so funny…
“‘Name a mode of transportation,” the host says. ‘ Uh.. wooden.’ ‘Judges– can we accept that answer? Yes? Yes, we can!!'”
Those/these Thanksgivings in Chicago continued to evolve with more traditions layered on:
Wednesday (Italian night) dinners at Francesca Bryn Mawr
Michigan Avenue shopping combined with architectural/cultural tours
Expanding family; my brother Larry’s fiance Judy and her son/my “nephew” Jerrit– whose first Thanksgiving was with us.
Facetime- -perhaps one of best inventions for connectivity with friends and family with whom we can’t be in person
Third Act
With Mom’s passing last year from cancer, we again find ourselves in transition stage, as we set our sights on Saugatuck-Douglas at RWP. The Norman Rockwell-esque setting of the beautiful small town/country atmosphere lends itself to special new memories to come.
All of Mom’s, and both Grandma’s tools are at RWP. And Brian’s Mom’s (Momma Nonna) and Grandma Jo’s china are there, too! A blending of our families and traditions.
As I’ve perhaps illustrated in my own life experience, traditions are fluid and evolving, and the one connective tissue that is the foundation for my love of the Thanksgiving holiday (aside from the bonding, and thankfulness): the food. The recipes carried down and across are more important than ever.
With that thought, I will leave you with old and new recipes:
Roasted Beet Salad
Ingredients
Fresh beets (with stems and leaves on)- 1 pound per 4 people
I tend to only use red, but with new varietals such white and golden, why not experiment?
Spinach and/or Arugula (the peppery flavor of the arugula is a nice compliment)
Good Seasons dressing (your favorite flavor; I alternate between Italian and Roasted Garlic)
Vinegar (I also alternate between Balsamic, Red Wine, and White)
Olive Oil
White cheese crumbled (my favorites: goat cheese or feta)
Mandarin orange slices (optional, as are other garnish such as croutons)
Kosher salt
Cracked pepper
Simple directions
Set oven to 400 degF
Cut off all but 2 inches of the stems to the beets (Grandma Beri (Provalenko) always said that for any recipe that involved beets, including her own Borscht)
Wrap beets in foil and lightly drizzle olive oil over them; season with salt and pepper; place in an uncovered roasting pan
Roast beets for 1 hour or more, judging doneness by tenderness (a fork should easily go into them) and/or seepage of beet juice into pan
Once done, remove beets from oven, allow to cool to room temperature; peel by hand
I’ve found that peeling by hand vs by knife yields less loss of beets; it does, however, stain your hands a lovely shade of red
Prepare the Good Seasons in a cruet, following the directions with the Olive oil and vinegar
Cut the beets into bite-sized chunks and marinate in the Good Seasons dressing
Arranging
The arrangement is everything; since this is the salad for our meal, I like to make it a ‘wow’ moment when it comes out.
Start with a great serving bowl. Ours is the Acacia sustainable wooden bowl from Crate and Barrel, paired with Nambe individual bowls.
First, lay down the washed leaves of Spinach and arugula in a circular form– it will look like a wreath.
Layer on the beet mixture in the center, season the entire salad with salt and pepper
Top with goat cheese chunks and other desired toppings
After presenting, hand toss at table
Voila! Salad is served!
Apricot Kolaczaki by Grandma Beri (Provalenko)
(transcribed from very old index card, circa 1950s; as economical with words as was F. Scott Fitzgerald, so was Grandma Stella )
1 cup milk – 1 cake Yeast
Put a cake of (fresh) yeast in cup with 1 tbsp of sugar
And ¼ cup of milk (lukewarm and let rise a little).
In another bowl make a paste of 1 cup of flour and the
rest of milk left from the the cup …. Add yeast mix and let
Rise ½ hr. covered.
In other bowl measure 3 cups of flour and 2 Tbsp. Sugar,
pinch of salt and ½ lb. of butter. Work
dough like a pie crust then add 4 egg yolks and the paste and
knead until dough feels like elastic. Form dough and cut into
4 pieces. Roll each piece to 12” long and 10” wide and fill with
apricots (ed. note: paste?) and let rise 2 hours and bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
Happy Thanksgiving Season to one and all. May you celebrate and enjoy your own traditions, no matter in which “Act” you find yourselves!
How many fans are out there of Tim Burton’s beloved holiday mashup, The Nightmare Before Christmas? I for one can’t count the many ways I love this stop motion masterpiece, if only for the fact that it bridges the fall – winter holiday season together so whimsically. But from a philosophical perspective, this film brings into focus how we can all get into a rut, such as we initially find with our story’s hero, Jack Skellington.
The Pumpkin King
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What we come to learn through his hollow eyes is that inspiration can come from many places- outside our routine, by rethinking our existing lot, and through friends and lovers.
The one other more esoteric lesson was to enjoy the present without wishing it away in a constant look to the future– to challenge ourselves to be more conscious in our waking life. It’s with these lessons that I was inspired to share the off-season joys of the Saugatuck-Douglas area (aka the Art Coast of Michigan) happening right now!
We begin our tour-of-conciousness with the Saugatuck Dunes State Park. Blessed with 1,000 acres of land with 2.5 miles of stunning Lake Michigan shoreline. The park has fresh water coastal dunes that are over 200 feet tall, and 14 miles of trails. This sets up the perfect opportunity for hikes with incredible vistas, and exciting chances to see wildlife such as a variety of birds: common terns, brown thrashers, grosbeaks, pileated woodpeckers, tufted titmouses, and great horned owls. Fall is the perfect season to commune with nature on less crowded trails, and experience more vibrant colors.
Looking for a more “festive” adventure? Look no further than Crane’s 20 acre corn maze in Fennville, MI. Fun for kids at all ages, and super scary at night! And, as with every year, it has an expiration date at the end of October.
We’d love to see Ellen’s Andy and Amy tackle it at night!
When night falls, however, nothing quite beats Douglas’ Glow in the Park all family event which will be on Friday, October 28th this year, or — on Saturday night— the (local) granddaddy Halloween event of all, the Halloween Parade *for adults* ! The latter is a hysterical romp where everyone gets a chance to strut their stuff down Douglas’s Center Street.
In year’s past, my best friend, Doug, dressed up like the Dairy Queen– passing (throwing) out processed sliced cheese to parade watchers, and another year we all dressed up like sassy, naughty Gilly.
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Of course, if all of this activity is stretching you to your inner Jack Skellington existential core, you can always simply curl up with nice glass of Halloween Pumpkin ale, cider donuts from Crane’s, and your favorite movie in front of RWP’s newly installed retro-faux fireplace.
Whatever your state of mind, enjoy the season, and come soon to RWP!
I’d like to say it’s this time of year– Autumn– where owls are seen more frequently, and certainly on everyone’s mind more. But, that’s not the case with me. I think about owls all the time. I would even go so far as to say an owl is my patronus. That’s why I wanted to dedicate this post to these popular, mystical, beautiful, God-given creatures. We have taken from them for so long, it is high time we gave back to them.
Pop Culture
Owls have been present in pop culture spanning back to my earliest recollections– in the 70s. Who remembers, or ever heard of Woodsy Owl?
Woodsy was the spokes-owl for an anti-pollution PSA for the United States Forest Service that was a direct response to real life behavior, as depicted in this scene in Mad Men:
Shocking, right? Certainly to our modern sensibilities, and ironic given today’s rhetoric in political and pop culture. But how fitting that Woodsy was the owl icon for the United States Forest Service, with an original motto, “Give a Hoot– Don’t Pollute!” How do you think that message would have gone over with Ad Man Don, or Ice Queen Betty? Who knows, maybe Don would have come up with Woody’s current motto, “Lend a hand– care for the land”.
But owls are versatile– they are EVERYWHERE in pop culture:
Schilling products:
Decorating our homes (this fun LA Times article provides a timeline of how Owls came into the zeigest of decoration, dating back to Woodsy) :
My goddaughter, Sarah, knowing my love for owls, created this masterpiece
Social Media (who saw these gifs go viral?):
And of course, in movies:
Personal Experience
Who knows how much art informs life or vice versa, but my experience with owls goes back to when I was little and my grandmother had an owl that lived in a pine tree next to her kitchen window. The owl had babies and one of them fell. My grandmother took her in and nursed her back to health and returned her to her mother. That owl family stayed loyal to my grandmother and remained in that tree as long as I could remember. They were part of our family and I think I took it for granted. Doesn’t everyone have owls in their family?
When I went to Fish Lake Camp in the thumb of Michigan, my fellow sixth graders and I were challenged to find owl pellets. Knowing exactly what they looked like enabled me to be the only one to find not one but two– two more than anyone else!
And earlier this year when we were in Napa Valley on a tour of a winery, out tour guide told us of the great problem they had been having with Starlings ruining the grapes. Rather than rely on chemicals or other environmentally unfit solutions, they put up owl houses. The owls chased off the Starlings. Cheers to owls for a problem solved!
Where Are All the Owls?
According to the Michigan DNR, “The short-eared owl prefers to love and nest in grassland habitat that is interspersed with shallow wetlands or wet meadows.”
You know, a place like this:
Lake Kalamazoo–steps out from RWP
But, I haven’t seen owls in years. So I needed to do some further investigation on where they all went..
Owls Need Us (almost as much as we need them)
Let’s recap– we’ve used owls in our advertisements, decorating our homes, entertaining us in films and on social media, and used them as economic protectors. But what do they get from us?
“Two of the largest migrants are the snowy owl and the great gray owl. Snowy owls can be found moving into Michigan during winter when the food supply on the arctic tundra is in short supply. Snowy owls have been recorded as far south as Lansing, Michigan. Because they rarely see humans on their northern homes, they are not timid and can be easily viewed for long periods of time. The great gray owl, while not as much a traveler, is more consistent in its visits to the eastern Upper Peninsula. They can be found in the northern woodlands hunting small rodents.” But they go on to state, “Snowy owls often arrive in Michigan weakened and starving, dehydrated and infested with mites. Others die along their extended flight paths, which have taken them as far south this winter as Kansas and all along the northern tier states, the Great Lakes and out east to the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
When the owls move south, Michigan Department of Natural Resources offices typically receive several phone calls reporting snowy owl sightings or birds appearing sick or injured.”
How Can You Help?
By now, I’m sure I’ve charmed you with the owls of lore, and have demonstrated that the need is there to give back to them. Although there are several 5o1c3 entities out there supporting owls, I’ve always found the best organization for wild life is the World Wildlife Federation.
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