Below is the response we received from the South Florida Museum, after many people called and sent emails protesting the sale and destruction of the ancient Pillsbury Mound in South Florida. Thank you to everyone who took the time to make a call or compose an email! It is a testament to what we can accomplish together.
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Please be assured that, contrary to what you may have read in the newspapers or on the Internet, we will permit NO desecration of the Pillsbury Mound, nor will we relinquish ownership of it for any purpose other than long-term preservation by a qualified agency or organization.
Alan P. Haines
Associate Director
South Florida Museum
201 10th Street West,
PO Box 9265
Bradenton, Florida 34206
PH: 941-746-4131, Ext. 34
Fax: 941-747-2556 Corporate
Partners: Bright House Networks, Bay News 9, CPA Associates, Conquistador Historical Foundation, Inc., First Priority Bank, Freedom Bank, The Herald, M&I Bank, Manatee-Memorial Hospital, Mercedes-Benz of Sarasota, Mike Carter Construction, Northern Trust Bank Of Florida
February 15, 2007
February 12, 2007
An Absolute Disgrace!!
The prehistoric Native American Pilsbury Mound is being sold for $200'000 by the South Florida Museum because it doesn't fit their "mission", allowing the site to be legally developed. Contact details for the SFM can be found here, I encourage everyone to protest.
January 05, 2007
January 02, 2007
beginnings and endings
Happy new year, everyone.
So strange how death seems to be floating around lately. 5 days before Christmas, my aunt died, unexpectedly, in her sleep. She was a truly wonderful person and she will be missed.
Also, I just found out that one of my old MTSU college roommates died. Jennifer Ranish. She passed away from ovarian cancer about 6 weeks after she was diagnosed, at the age of 29. She died in February of 2003. I'm so sad that I didn't find out about it until now.
Jennifer was cheap. Jennifer was a pain in the ass. Jennifer was my friend. Together, we listened to "Once" by Pearl Jam, over & over, until we got the words right...then we sang them at the top of our lungs. We also camped out overnight for tickets when Pearl Jam played MTSU. We came up with hilarious skits about squirrels and girl scout cookie farms. She dated my best friend. She delivered some of the best cut-downs ever dished out by anyone. She moved to Florida with me when I went. We dreamed of making movies and tv shows together and, even though, I hadn't seen her since she moved back to Tennessee from Florida in '95 (when she and Randy broke up), I still thought about her a lot.
Now, when it seems like everything is falling into place for me...I find out that everything has stopped for her, at least here. I wish things had been different. I wish I had known she was sick. I wish I could have been there for her.
But, hindsight is always 20/20. We always think we have unimited time to reconnect with someone from the past, unlimted chances to ask them the questions we wanted the answers to, unlimited chances to say - thanks for being a friend. But, we don't.
So, this movie I'm doing will be dedicated to her. She was in the car on the Spring Break trip to Florida, when we came up with the idea. It's all I've got to offer her. She should have been here, too.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
-- Pink Floyd, 'Time'
So strange how death seems to be floating around lately. 5 days before Christmas, my aunt died, unexpectedly, in her sleep. She was a truly wonderful person and she will be missed.
Also, I just found out that one of my old MTSU college roommates died. Jennifer Ranish. She passed away from ovarian cancer about 6 weeks after she was diagnosed, at the age of 29. She died in February of 2003. I'm so sad that I didn't find out about it until now.
Jennifer was cheap. Jennifer was a pain in the ass. Jennifer was my friend. Together, we listened to "Once" by Pearl Jam, over & over, until we got the words right...then we sang them at the top of our lungs. We also camped out overnight for tickets when Pearl Jam played MTSU. We came up with hilarious skits about squirrels and girl scout cookie farms. She dated my best friend. She delivered some of the best cut-downs ever dished out by anyone. She moved to Florida with me when I went. We dreamed of making movies and tv shows together and, even though, I hadn't seen her since she moved back to Tennessee from Florida in '95 (when she and Randy broke up), I still thought about her a lot.
Now, when it seems like everything is falling into place for me...I find out that everything has stopped for her, at least here. I wish things had been different. I wish I had known she was sick. I wish I could have been there for her.
But, hindsight is always 20/20. We always think we have unimited time to reconnect with someone from the past, unlimted chances to ask them the questions we wanted the answers to, unlimited chances to say - thanks for being a friend. But, we don't.
So, this movie I'm doing will be dedicated to her. She was in the car on the Spring Break trip to Florida, when we came up with the idea. It's all I've got to offer her. She should have been here, too.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
-- Pink Floyd, 'Time'
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