John William Tuohy lives in Washington DC

The best Laid Plans, a short story by John William Tuohy

That which we call character is a reserved force which acts directly by presence and without means. It is conceived of as a certain undemonstrable force a familiar or genius by whose impulses the man is guided but whose counsels he cannot impart. Emerson

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What Love is…..
If you love it enough, anything will talk with you. George Washington Carver

The Best Laid Plans

A short story
John William Tuohy

As he drove to the Diner he wondered how many other men his age, 48, still worked the second shift after eighteen years on the job. He had a first and a second mortgage on his house and he considered it a minor miracle that he made the monthly payment most of the time. The rest of his check went to cover his daughter’s dorm at college and for his son’s rent out in California where he was trying to make it as an actor. His wife worked as a store clerk at Wal-Mart, and covered the food and utilities.
Parking his squad car in the Diner’s lot, he walked around to the back of the car and pressed the trunk to make sure it was locked, and then stepped inside the Diner.
“You two are here late,” the cop said to the waitress and the odd- looking little man wiping down the empty tables.
“Double shift because we’re closed tomorrow and Sunday too. Things are bad all over, I guess,” the waitress said. “What time is it?”
The cop checked his watch. “Almost nine,” he said. “Can I still order?”
“I opened and I close,” the odd-looking little man said, and limped to the next table.
The cop shifted his gun belt to the back, repositioned himself on the counter stool, and then lowered his radio. He looked across the empty Diner, through the window and into the darkened parking lot and stared at the trunk of his squad car.
The waitress leaned in close to him, smiling, her pencil and note pad in hand.
“Hey,” she whispered, “are you here with us, or someplace else?”
He looked into her lovely deep blue eyes and said, “I don’t know. That’s what I’m thinking about. Whatever the special is, I’ll have that.”
She returned his smile, scribbled “meat loaf special” on the notepad, and left for the kitchen. She’d been on the job long enough to know when to leave a customer alone.
After she was gone, he twirled around in his seat, looked at the squad car again, and narrowed his eyes on the trunk.
“Nobody’s gonna steal your police car,” the odd-looking man said. “You would have to be mental crazy to steal a police car, because if you steal from the police, the police will catch you.”
He closed his eyes and brought himself back to the scene of the accident. It had been a slow night. At the bottom of the last shift, there had been a suicide. It was a young girl too. She left a note. She was in love with some married guy. But other than that, it was slow.
He found the accident scene on patrol. No one knew he was there. The heart attack probably came as he approached exit ramp 19 off route 8.The deceased man swerved the car off the highway and onto the exit ramp, in search of a hospital, maybe. He pulled the car to the side of the road and put the car in park. The deceased man opened the car door because when he arrived on the scene the door was still open, the car lights were on and the engine was running. He had staggered five feet in front of the car and then ripped open his shirt before he fell dead. When he arrived on the scene he found the deceased, face down, his hands clutched to his chest. His eyes and mouth were still open, staring into the gravel.
He searched the dead man’s wallet and found his Massachusetts driver’s license that said the dead man was one Salvatore Mancuso of Wellesley, Massachusetts. He stared at the picture on the license. He knew the face..
He walked back to his squad car and opened his briefcase and took out the day’s copy of the New Haven Register and found the article “Convicted Mob Boss Pokey Termerus Flees Conviction.”
He held up the license next to the photo of Pokey Termerus in the paper and they matched. The dead man lying only a few feet from him was New England’s legendary Sally Pokey Termerus, boss over the Gegnees mob, murderer, drug dealer, and loan shark. You name it and Pokey Termerus held the title.
He had read the article earlier. A federal jury had found the 82-year-old Termerus guilty on 102 counts that included murder, racketeering, and tax evasion. They sentenced him to 120 years in prison but the judge on the case allowed Termerus bail to get his affairs in order. He disappeared that same morning. That was less than a week ago.
He examined the dead man’s wallet and found three other driver’s licenses, all from Florida, all with Termerus’ photo, and all in different names with different addresses. The billfold held $360 in crisp new $20 bills.
He left the squad car, walked back to Termerus’ car, turned off the engine, and searched he glove compartment where he found a .45 pistol and about a hundred rounds of ammunition. As he had expected, under the driver’s seat he found a loaded .32 and a switchblade.
In the back seat were four gold leather suitcases. He yanked the one closest to the door but it was too heavy to move with one hand, so he put his weight into it and pulled it out using two hands. Setting the case on the road he opened it and found it jammed with money. Five, ten, and twenty dollar bills, all in pristine, mint condition.
He slammed the case shut and stepped back from it, quickly, as though it could bite. He looked around. It was dark. It’s always dark early in a New England February. Every now and again, down on the highway, a car zoomed past.  He looked up the one-way ramp and the closest thing next to him was a shopping plaza about a half mile up the road.
All four suitcases were full of cash. He did some quick math and figured that at a minimum, there was at least $4,000,000.
He called it in and waited. The state police arrived just before the FBI, who brought the local and national media with them. The agent in charge gave the Bureau credit for locating the dead hood. They displayed the .45 pistol, the .32, the switchblade, and the suitcase full of money. They impounded the gangster’s car and had his body brought to the morgue in New Haven. And that was it. It was all over within an hour and now here he was waiting for the meat loaf special to arrive.
He turned and looked at the car’s trunk again and thought to himself, “This is so wrong. This is wrong,” and the notion occurred to him that he could pay cash for their airline tickets to Switzerland. The banks there were safe and they didn’t ask any questions, but the U.S. Customs people would check their bags. No, that wouldn’t work. They would drive down to Mexico and wire-transfer the money to Europe from Tijuana, and after that, they’d live in one of those tiny countries that extradite people like him. They would leave tonight when he got home. He’d finish the shift so as not to draw attention to himself. He figured they could make it to Virginia by morning, then he’d call in sick for a couple of days, and then—
His cellphone rang.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Chuckie,” the voice said. “Mark, down at the station. You know all that dough the fed’s found in Termerus’ car?”
“Yeah,” he said, “the suitcase.”
“Yeah,” Mark said. “You know how much was in there? In the suitcase? Take a guess. You’ll never guess. One point two million, Chuckie, you believe that? One point two million dollars in one suitcase. You know what else?”
“No,” he answered, “what else?”
“It’s counterfeit, every dollar. It feels like paper, just regular paper, it doesn’t have that soft feel to it, you know? Chuckie, you there? Hello?”

Lifelong learning is made possible by recycling of histones, study says

Neurons are a limited commodity; each of us goes through life with essentially the same set we had at birth. But these cells, whose electrical signals drive our thoughts, perceptions, and actions, are anything but static. They change and adapt in response to experience throughout our lifetimes, a process better known as learning.
Research conducted at The Rockefeller University and collaborating institutions has uncovered a new mechanism that makes this plasticity possible. This discovery centers on a specific type of histone, proteins that support DNA and help control its expression.
"Histones and their modifications can play an important role in switching genes on and off -- a type of epigenetic control. This research uncovers an epigenetic mechanism, involving one slightly-modified, "variant" histone, that makes learning possible by facilitating the genetic changes necessary for neurons to form connections," says study author C. David Allis, Joy and Jack Fishman Professor and head of the Laboratory of Chromatin Biology and Epigenetics. This research was published in Neuron on July 1.
Histones are proteins that act as spools to DNA's thread, giving the genetic code support, structure, and protection. Five major types of histone, including one called H3, are known, and researchers have become interested in the function of variants of these histones, which are often very similar to their standard counterparts. This new research focused on one such variant, H3.3, which closely resembles its main H3 counterpart.
In a series of experiments using a wide variety of techniques, first author Ian Maze, a former postdoc in Allis's lab and now an assistant professor at Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai, and his colleagues linked plasticity and, as a result, learning with the destruction and replacement of H3.3 within the neurons of the hippocampus, a region of the brain associated with memory, among other things.
They began by looking at histones within the brains of mice and postmortem samples from humans. In both cases, they found levels of H3.3 increasing with age and finally coming to dominate. By feeding the animals food containing a chemical label, and following the decay of a radioactive signal naturally found in the human brain samples, the researchers determined that, rather than remaining in place on DNA throughout life, H3.3 is constantly recycled, with new H3.3 proteins replacing old ones, a process that slows down with age.
Next, they wanted to know what these changes meant. In cell culture, they linked H3.3 turnover with increased neural activity, and then in mice, they found that a mentally stimulating environment -- for mice this means a running wheel, toys, and plenty of space, among other things -- produced increased turnover of H3.3 in the hippocampus. These results suggested a link between H3.3 recycling and neuronal plasticity. When the researchers looked to gene expression, they found that following stimulation of a neuron, the expression of certain genes increased. The same genes turned out to be necessary for forming synapses, and they were accompanied by significant amounts of H3.3.
Their results so far led them to suspect a connection between H3.3 recycling and learning, by way of synapse formation. They then tested this hypothesis.
"When we put an end to histone turnover in adult mice, we found it disrupted normal gene expression patterns associated with plasticity, and as a result, impaired the animals' ability to learn new things. For instance, they had difficulty distinguishing objects they had previously encountered from new ones," Maze says. "Because some psychiatric diseases, such as schizophrenia, are associated with deficits in synapses, it would be interesting to investigate whether or not histone turnover is involved."
In additional experiments, the researchers reduced histone turnover in embryonic stem cells, which have the potential to become any type of cell in an organism, with little effect. However, reducing turnover did alter gene expression in glial cells, other brain cells involved in supporting neurons. However, turnover affected a different set of genes for glial cells and astrocytes than in the neurons.
"It appears the turnover of H3.3 may have implications beyond neurons, as a means for controlling plasticity in adult cells that have a set identity, but still must respond to their environment," says Allis, who is also a Tri-Institutional Professor. "Our experiments suggest this is the case for cells within the nervous system, and we suspect the same may be true elsewhere in the body."

When the mind is totally present, it is relaxed, nimble, and sensitive. It feels lighter and clearer. It notices everything, but it is not distracted by anything. It is the feeling of knowing exactly where you are and what you are doing.”                                                                                                                                Sakyong Mipham

 “To believe in something and not to live it is dishonest.”                                                                                                                             Mahatma Gandhi


                                                              ABOVE: (ICE....ICE...BABY)



In 1962, six year old John Tuohy, his two brothers and two sisters entered Connecticut’s foster care system and were promptly split apart. Over the next ten years, John would live in more than ten foster homes, group homes and state schools, from his native Waterbury to Ansonia, New Haven, West Haven, Deep River and Hartford. In the end, a decade later, the state returned him to the same home and the same parents they had taken him from. As tragic as is funny compelling story will make you cry and laugh as you journey with this child to overcome the obstacles of the foster care system and find his dreams.



John William Tuohy is a writer who lives in Washington DC. He holds an MFA in writing from Lindenwood University. He is the author of numerous non-fiction on the history of organized crime including the ground break biography of bootlegger Roger Tuohy "When Capone's Mob Murdered Touhy" and "Guns and Glamour: A History of Organized Crime in Chicago."
His non-fiction crime short stories have appeared in The New Criminologist, American Mafia and other publications. John won the City of Chicago's Celtic Playfest for his work The Hannigan's of Beverly, and his short story fiction work, Karma Finds Franny Glass, appeared in AdmitTwo Magazine in October of 2008.
His play, Cyberdate.Com, was chosen for a public performance at the Actors Chapel in Manhattan in February of 2007 as part of the groups Reading Series for New York project. In June of 2008, the play won the Virginia Theater of The First Amendment Award for best new play.

Good words to have……………………

Temerity   \tuh-MAIR-uh-tee\  1 : unreasonable or foolhardy contempt of danger or opposition : rashness, recklessness 2 : a rash or reckless act

When it comes to flagrant boldness, temerity, audacity, hardihood, and effrontery have the cheek to get your meaning across. Of those synonyms, temerity (from the Latin temere, meaning "blindly" or "recklessly") suggests boldness arising from contempt of danger, while audacity implies a disregard of the restraints commonly imposed by convention or prudence. Hardihood implies firmness in daring and defiance, and effrontery suggests a shameless disregard of propriety and courtesy. If you're looking for a more informal term for a brash attitude, you might consider nerve, cheek, gall, or chutzpah.

The Evil One doesn’t want us to live in the present moment because that’s where God’s grace is…“If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.”St. Thérèse of Lisieux, Doctor of the Church~

I'm trying to teach myself Spanish and this is what I learned today........
El dibujo (dee-boo'-hoh)  A drawing, sketch

1. Colgamos el dibujo que hizo mi hija de la familia en la nevera.
We hung the drawing my daughter made of the family on the refrigerator.

2. El arquitecto nos mostró los dibujos para la oficina nueva.

The architect showed us the sketches for the new office.

Half the lies they tell about me aren't true.”


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Sports Talk

"I might just fade into Bolivian, you know what I mean?" Mike Tyson

"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body." -- Winston Bennet, former University of Kentucky basketball forward.

"There's a hard shot to LeMaster -- and he throws Madlock into the dugout." -- Jerry Coleman, Padres announcer

"The wind always seems to blow against catchers when they are running." -- Joe Garagiola

"Wish: To end all the killing in the world. Hobbies: Hunting and fishing." -- California Angel Bryan Harvey (flashed on a scoreboard during a game).

"Me and George (Steinbrenner)and Billy (Martin. )are two of a kind." -- Micky Rivers, Texas Rangers outfielder

"If you can't make the putts and can't get the man in from second on the bottom of the ninth, you're not going to win enough football games in this league, and that's the problem we had today." -- Sam Rutigliano, Cleveland Browns coach, on why his team lost.

"A lot is said about defense, but at the end of the game, the team with the most points wins, the other team loses." -- Isaiah Thomas, commentating on an NBA game.

"It just as easily could have gone the other way." -- Don Zimmer, Chicago Cubs manager, on his team's 4-4 record.

You guys, line up alphabetically by height.- Bill Peterson, Florida State football coach

I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father.- Greg Norman, Golfer

These people haven't seen the last of my face. If I go down, I'm going down standing up.  Chuck Person, NBA Basketball player

Predictions are difficult. Especially about the future.- Yogi Berra, Baseball player

My sister's expecting a baby, and I don't know if I'm going to be an uncle or an aunt.  Chuck Nevitt, North Carolina State basketball player, explaining to Coach Jim Valvano why he appeared nervous at practice.

The doctors X-rayed my head and found nothing.- Dizzy Dean, explaining how he felt after being hit on the head by a ball in the 1934 World Series.

I was in a no-win situation, so I'm glad that I won rather than lost.- Frank Bruno, Boxer

The word 'genius' isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.- Joe Theisman, quarterback and sports analyst

Be sure and put some of those neutrons on it.- Mike Smith, Baseball pitcher, ordering a salad at a restaurant.

I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. Terry Bradshaw, Former football player/announcer

We're going to turn this team around 360 degrees.- Jason Kidd, upon his drafting to the Dallas Mavericks

Pitching is 80% of the game. The other half is hitting and fielding.- Mickey Rivers, baseball player

He's a guy who gets up at six o'clock in the morning regardless of what time it is.- Lou Duva, veteran boxing trainer

If only faces could talk...- Pat Summerall, Sportscaster, during the Super Bowl

My family was so poor the lady next door gave birth to me.  Lee Trevino

You can't stay married in a situation where you are afraid to go to sleep in case your wife might cut your throat.  Mike Tyson


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