I want you to help me clear her name. It's against my religion. Tracy opened her purse and pulled out the revolver. She pointed it at him. Having you confess to exactly what you did to my mother. It could go off. You're going to write down how you stripped the company, put it into bankruptcy, and drove my mother to suicide. What if I refuse?
His voice was soft and sincere. Tracy felt the sharp sting of the alcohol in her eyes, and an instant later the gun was knocked from her hand. She tried to move away from him, but he backed her into a wall, pressing against her. I like that. It turns me on. Tracy could feel his body hard against hers, and she tried to twist away, but she was helpless in his grip.
Well, Joe's going to give it to you. Look at those tits," he whispered. He began pinching her nipples. She felt herself being forced down to the floor. He was astride her now, his body heavy on hers, his hands moving up her thighs. Tracy pushed out blindly, and her fingers touched the gun. She grabbed for it, and there was a sudden, loud explosion.
His grip suddenly relaxed. Through a red mist, Tracy watched in horror as he fell off her and slumped to the floor, clutching his side. You shot me She felt she was going to be sick, and her eyes were blinded by stabbing pain. She pulled herself to her feet, turned, and stumbled to a door at the far end of the room.
She pushed it open. It was a bathroom. She staggered over to the sink, filled the basin with cold water, and bathed her eyes until the pain began to subside and her vision cleared. She looked into the cabinet mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot and wild looking. My God, I've just killed a man. She ran back into the living room.
Joe Romano lay on the floor, his blood seeping onto the white rug. Tracy stood over him, white-faced. Tracy hurried to the telephone on the desk and dialed the operator.
When she tried to speak, her voice was choked. The address is Four-twenty-one Jackson Square. A man has been shot. Oh, God, she prayed, please don't let him die. You knowl didn't meal: to kill him. She knelt beside the body on the floor to see if he was still alive.
His eyes were closed, but he was breathing. She fled. She tried not to run, afraid of attracting attention. She pulled her jacket close around her to conceal her ripped blouse.
Four blocks from the house Tracy tried to hail a taxi. Half a dozen sped past her, filled with happy, laughing passengers. In the distance Tracy heard the sound of an approaching siren, and seconds later an ambulance raced past her, headed in the direction of Joe Romano's house. I've got to get away from here, Tracy thought. Ahead of her, a taxi pulled to the curb and discharged its passengers. Tracy ran toward it, afraid of losing it. Where you goin'?
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What if they were too late and Joe Romano was dead? She would be a murderess. She had left the gun back at the house, and her fingerprints were on it. She could tell the police that Romano had tried to rape her and that the gun had gone off accidentally, but they would never believe her. She had purchased the gun that was lying on the floor beside Joe Romano. How much time had passed? Half an hour? An hour? She had to get out of New Orleans as quickly as possible. Enjoy the carnival? Tracy swallowed. She had been stupid to try to make Joe Romano confess.
Everything had gone wrong. How can I tell Charles what happened? She knew how shocked he would be, but after she explained, he would understand. Charles would know what to do. Did all this happen in just one day? Her mother's suicide That's what a guilty conscience does, she thought. She wished there were some way she could learn about Joe Romano's condition, but she had no idea what hospital he would be taken to or whom she could call.
He's going to be all right. Charles and I will come back for Mother's funeral, and Joe Romano will be fineSbe tried to push from her mind the vision of the man lying on the white rug, his blood staining it red. She had to hurry home to Charles. Tracy approached the Delta Airlines counter. You're in luck.
I have one seat left. You just have time to board. One of them said, "Tracy Whitney? It would be stupid to deny my identity. Everything was happening in slow motion to someone else. Tracy watched herself being led through the airport, manacled to one of the policemen, while passersby turned to stare. She was shoved into the back of a black-and-white squad car with steel mesh separating the front seat from the rear. The police car sped away from the curb with red lights flashing and sirens screaming.
She huddled in the backseat, trying to become invisible. She was a murderess. Joseph Romano had died. But it had been an accident. She would explain how it had happened. They had to believe her. They had to. The police station Tracy was taken to was in the Algiers district, on the west bank of New Orleans, a grim and foreboding building with a look of hopelessness about it. The booking room was crowded with seedy-looking characters— prostitutes, pimps, muggers, and their victims. Tracy was marched to the desk of the sergeant-on-watch. One of her captors said, "The Whitney woman, Sarge.
We caught her at the airport tryin' to escape. Tracy found her voice. I didn't mean to kill him. He tried to rape me and—" She could not control the hysteria in her voice. The desk sergeant said curtly, "Are you Tracy Whitney? I—" "Lock her up. Wait a minute," she pleaded. I— I'm entitled to make a phone call. How many times you been in the stammer, honey? This is—" "You get one call. Three minutes. What number do you want? She could not even recall the area code for Philadelphia. Was it two-five-one? That was not right. She was trembling. I haven't got all night. That was it! She could hear the phone ringing.
And ringing. Charles had to be home. The desk sergeant said, "Time's up. But she suddenly remembered that Charles shut off his phone at night so that he would not be disturbed. She listened to the hollow ringing and realized there was no way she could reach him. The desk sergeant asked, "You through? He walked away, leaving her alone. None of this is happening, Tracy thought.
This is all a terrible dream. Oh, please, God, don't let any of this be real. But the stinking cot in the cell was real, and the seatless toilet in the corner was real, and the bars were real. The hours of the night dragged by endlessly. If only I could have reached Charles.
She needed him now more than she had ever needed anyone in her life. I should have confided in him in the first place. If I had, none of this would have happened. At A. She could not touch it. Her stomach was in knots. At a matron came for her. He's a mean son of a bitch. An elderly judge was seated on the bench. His head and hands kept moving in small, quick jerks. In front of him stood the district attorney, Ed Topper, a slight man in his forties, with crinkly salt-and-pepper hair cut en brosse, and cold, black eyes.
Tracy was led to a seat, and a moment later the bailiff called out, "People against Tracy Whitney," and Tracy found herself moving toward the bench. The judge was scanning a sheet of paper in front of him, his head bobbing up and down. Now Now was Tracy's moment to explain to someone in authority the truth about what had happened. She pressed her hands together to keep them from trembling.
I shot him, but it was an accident. I only meant to frighten him. This woman broke into Mr. Romano's home, armed with a thirty-two-caliber revolver, stole a Renoir painting worth half a million dollars, and when Mr. Romano caught her in the act, she shot him in cold blood and left him for dead.
The district attorney rapped out, "We have the gun with which she wounded Mr. Her fingerprints are on it. Then Joseph Romano was alive! She had not killed anyone. Your Honor. It's probably in the hands of a fence by now. For that reason, the state is requesting that Tracy Whitney be held for attempted murder and armed robbery and that bail be set at half a million dollars.
He raised his voice. I— what— what this man said isn't true. I never—" "Do you have money for an attorney? There was Charles. You are ordered held in jail, in lieu of five hundred thousand dollars bail. Next case. This is all a mistake! I'm not—" She had no recollection of being led from the courtroom. The name of the attorney appointed by the court was Perry Pope. He was in his late thirties, with a craggy, intelligent face and sympathetic blue eyes. Tracy liked him immediately. He walked into her cell, sat on the cot, and said, "Well! You've created quite a sensation for a lady who's been in town only twenty-four hours.
You're a lousy shot. It's only a flesh wound. Romano's going to live. Miss Whitney. I swear I'm not. From the beginning. Take your time. Perry Pope sat quietly listening to her story, not speaking until Tracy was finished. Then he leaned back against the wall of the cell, a grim expression on his face. Joe Romano used you as a patsy, the same way he used your mother. You walked right into a setup. Romano will put in an insurance claim for half a million dollars for the Renoir he's hidden away somewhere, and he'll collect. The insurance company will be after you , not him.
When things cool down, he'll sell the painting to a private patty and make another half million, thanks to your do-it-yourself approach. Didn't you realize that a confession obtained at the point of a gun is worthless? I just thought that if I could get the truth out of him, someone would start an investigation. He relit it. Romano let me in.
There's a smashed window at the back of the house, where he says you broke in. He told the police he caught you sneaking out with the Renoir, and when he tried to stop you, you shot him and ran. I—" "But it's his lie, and his house, and your gun. Do you have any idea with whom you're dealing?
This town is sewn up tight by the Orsatti Family. Nothing goes down here without Anthony Orsatti's okay. If you want a permit to put up a building, pave a highway, run girls, numbers, or dope, you see Orsatti.
Joe Romano started out as his hit man. Now he's the top man in Orsatti's organization. Finally she asked, "Do you believe my story? I'd give anything to put them all behind bars. They own this town and most of the judges in it. If you go to trial, they'll bury you so deep you'll sever see daylight again. There's only one judge Orsatti has never been able to buy. His name is Henry Lawrence. If I can arrange for him to hear this case, I'm pretty sure I can make a deal for you.
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It's not strictly ethical, but I'm going to speak to him privately. He hates Orsatti and Romano as much as I do. Now all we've got to do is get to Judge Lawrence. Tracy heard the familiar voice of Charles's secretary. Stanhope's office. This is Tracy Whitney. He's been trying to reach you, Miss Whitney, but we didn't have a telephone number for you. Stanhope is most anxious to discuss the wedding arrangements with you. If you could call her as soon as possible—" "Harriet, may I speak to Mr.
Stanhope, please? He's on his way to Houston for a meeting. Not until she had a chance to explain things to him first. Stanhope back. Tomorrow, Tracy thought wearily. I'll explain it all to Charles tomorrow. That afternoon Tracy was moved to a larger cell. A delicious hot dinner appeared from Galatoire's, and a short time later fresh flowers arrived with a note attached.
Tracy opened the envelope and pulled out the card. He came to visit Tracy the following morning. The instant she saw the smile on his face, she knew there was good news. Topper screamed like a banshee, but we've got a deal. He's agreed to accept a guilty plea from you. But I'm not—' He raised a hand. By pleading guilty, you save the state the expense of a trial. I've persuaded the judge that you didn't steal the painting. He knows Joe Romano, and he believes me.
He'll suspend the sentence, and you can do your probation out of the state. Perry Pope was patiently watching her. It's a miracle that I got away with this. They want an answer now. You don't have to take the deal. You can get another lawyer and—" "No. Under the circumstances, considering her insane behavior, he had done everything possible for her.
If only she could talk to Charles. But they needed an answer now. She was probably lucky to get off with a three-month suspended sentence. She had to force the words out. He nodded. Ed Topper stood on one side of her, and Perry Pope on the other. Seated on the bench was a distinguished-looking man in his fifties, with a smooth, unlined face and thick, styled hair. Judge Henry Lawrence said to Tracy, "The court has been informed that the defendant wishes to change her plea from not guilty to guilty.
Is that correct? Judge Lawrence sat there in silence for a long moment. Then he leaned forward and looked into Tracy's eyes. People who laugh at the law. Some judicial systems in this country coddle criminals. Well, in Louisiana, we don't believe in that. When, during the commission of a felony someone tries to kill in cold blood, we believe that that person should be properly punished. She turned to look at Perry Pope. His eyes were fixed on the judge.
The defendant shot him while in the act of stealing an art object worth half a million dollars. Some horrible joke was being played. The judge was an actor typecast for the part, but he was reading the wrong lines. He was not supposed to say any of those things. She turned to explain that to Perry Pope, but his eyes were averted. He was juggling papers in his briefcase, and for the first time, Tracy noticed that his fingernails were bitten to the quick.
Judge Lawrence had risen and was gathering up his notes. Tracy stood there, numb, unable to comprehend what was happening to her. A bailiff stepped to Tracy's side and took her arm. I—" And as she felt the bailiffs grip tighten on her arm, Tracy realized there had been no mistake. She had been tricked.
They were going to destroy her. Just as they had destroyed her mother. The major wire services picked up the story and flashed it to correspondent newspapers around the country, and when Tracy was taken from the courtroom to await transfer to the state penitentiary, she was confronted by a crew of television reporters. She hid her face in humiliation, but there was no escape from the cameras. Joe Romano was big news, and the attempt on his life by a beautiful female burglar was even bigger news. It seemed to Tracy that she was surrounded by enemies.
Charles will get me out, she kept repeating to herself. Oh, please, God, let Charles get me out. I can't have our baby born in prison. It was not until the following afternoon that the desk sergeant would permit Tracy to use the telephone. Harriet answered. I'd like to speak to Mr. Stanhope is in. She could have wept with relief. Is that you, Tracy? Oh, Charles, I've been trying to reach—'' "I've been going crazy, Tracy!
The newspapers here are full of wild stories about you. I can't believe what they're saying. None of it. I—" "Why didn't you call me? I couldn't reach you. I—' 'Where are you now? Charles, they're going to send me to prison for something I didn't do. Listen to me. The papers say that you shot a man. That's not true, is it?
It's not like that at all. I can explain everything to you. I—" "Tracy, did you plead guilty to attempted murder and stealing a painting? And trying to kill someone I can't believe this. Neither can my parents. This is the first time a breath of scandal has ever touched the Stanhope family. She had counted on him so desperately, and he was on their side.
She forced herself not to scream. Please come down here. You can straighten all this out. Not if you've confessed to doing all those things. The family can't afford to get mixed up in a thing like this. Surely you can see that. This has been a terrible shock for us. Obviously, I never really knew you. The world was falling in on her.
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She felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life. There was no one to turn to now, no one. She stood there holding the dead receiver in her hand. A prisoner behind her said, "if you're through with the phone, honey, I'd like to call my lawyer. You'll be picked up at five o'clock. Otto Schmidt seemed to have aged years during the few hours since Tracy had last seen him. He looked ill. We know whatever happened wasn't your fault. Doris's funeral tomorrow. She spent the night wide awake, lying on her narrow prison bunk, staring at the ceiling.
In her mind she replayed the conversation with Charles again and again. He had never even given her a chance to explain. She had to think of the baby. She had read of women having babies in prison, but the stories had been so remote from her own life that it was as though she were reading about people from another planet.
Now it was happening to her. You'll have to do whatever you think best with your baby, Charles had said. She wanted to have her baby. And yet, she thought, they won't let me keep it. They'll take it away from me because I'm going to be in prison for the next fifteen years. It's better that it never knows about its mother. She wept. At in the morning a male guard, accompanied by a matron, entered Tracy's cell.
Let's move it, babe. There was a series of catcalls. She'll take real good care of you Good-bye, Charles. Mallory 1 episode, Donnie 1 episode, Nurse Peterson 1 episode, Mel 1 episode, Agent Stone 1 episode, Susan 1 episode, McManus 1 episode, Sylvia 1 episode, Sheldon 1 episode, Norm 1 episode, Nate 1 episode, Frank 1 episode, Shelly 1 episode, Vic Feldspar 1 episode, Ridley 1 episode, Inge 1 episode, Gorga 1 episode, Abby 1 episode, Baby Francis 1 episode, Sam 1 episode, Earl 1 episode, Danielle 1 episode, Carrie 1 episode, Ellie 1 episode, Tom 1 episode, Jessica 1 episode, Robber 1 1 episode, Amaani 2 episodes, Woodward 1 episode, Guy 1 episode, Priest 1 episode, Cooking Teacher 1 episode, Cop 1 1 episode, Julie 1 episode, Stockton 1 episode, Tina 1 episode, Demarco 1 episode, Matt 1 episode, Steve 1 episode, Ringer Hockey Player 32 1 episode, Ed 1 episode, Amelia 1 episode, Hotel Clerk 1 episode, Renee 1 episode, Kathy McCulskey 1 episode, Lawyer 1 episode, Stephanie 1 episode, Li 1 episode, Christie 1 episode, Meagan 1 episode, Woman 1 episode, Bill Rendall 1 episode, Scott 1 episode, Police Commissioner 1 episode, Sonja 1 episode, Donna 1 episode, Devon 1 episode, Researcher 1 episode, Evelyn 1 episode, Fred 1 episode, Samson 1 episode, Angela 1 episode, Big Kathy 1 episode, Krijak 1 episode, Phelps 1 episode, Vivian 1 episode, Phillip 1 episode, Paula 1 episode, Announcer 1 episode, Car Dealer 1 episode, Carla 1 episode, Speaker 1 1 episode, Burt 1 episode, Teddy 1 episode, Robber 2 1 episode, Sheriff 1 1 episode, Patty Henderson 1 episode, Meghan 1 episode, Teenage Kid 1 episode, Young 1 episode, Harrison 1 episode, Mike 1 episode, Guardsman 1 episode, Carly 1 episode, Hal's Boss 1 episode, Toothless Hockey Player 1 episode, Waiter 1 episode, Dean 1 episode, Dylan 1 episode, Vince 1 episode, Rick 1 episode, Dumont 1 episode, Ivan Pozefsky 1 episode, Scary Teen 1 1 episode, Danny 1 episode, Pete 1 episode, Richard 1 episode, Roberta 1 episode, Miss Shaw 1 episode, Neighbor 1 episode, Cop 1 episode, Dave 1 episode, Wayne Finster 1 episode, Marica 1 episode, Peter Rubin 1 episode, Maayke 1 episode, Cochran 1 episode, Stripper 1 episode, Delivery Guy 1 episode, Pawn Shop Owner 1 episode, Kit 1 episode, Sanguinetti 1 episode, Wendy 1 episode, Brad 1 episode, Karl 1 episode, Businessman 1 episode, Barry 1 episode, Speaker 2 1 episode, Receptionist 1 episode, Ned 1 episode, Jeanie 1 episode, Miss Zeiger 1 episode, Heidi 1 episode, Himself 1 episode, Dave Spath 1 episode, Jody 1 episode, Egg 1 episode, Beebee 1 episode, Barbara 1 episode, Tour Guide 1 episode, Officer Karl 2 episodes, Amber 1 episode, Inkster 1 episode, Theresa 1 episode, Nurse 1 episode, Security Guard 1 episode, Didi 1 episode, Vanessa 1 episode, Cop 2 1 episode, Roy 1 episode, Janic 1 episode, Helmut 1 episode, Josh 1 episode, Kristen 1 episode, Claire 1 episode, Edwards 1 episode, Charlie 1 episode, Willy 1 episode, Wheeler 1 episode, Val 1 episode, Charles Cutler 1 episode, Larry 1 episode, Fritz 1 episode, Clerk 1 episode, Teenage Lois 1 episode, Jason 1 episode, FCC Officer 1 episode, Jerome 1 episode, Lucille Armstrong 1 episode, Scary Guy 2 1 episode, Joshua 1 episode, Andrea 1 episode, Olivia 1 episode, Frank Ralston 1 episode, Renquist 1 episode, Sheridan 1 episode, Waffles 1 episode, Nick 1 episode, Edward 1 episode, Darlene Fisher 1 episode, Kyle Rogers 1 episode, Bystander 1 1 episode, Jim 1 episode, Gina 1 episode, Randy 1 episode, Stephanie Wright 1 episode, Vicki 1 episode, Loan Shark 1 episode, Female Security Agent 2 1 episode, Shana 1 episode, Mabel 1 episode, Milt 1 episode, Carl 1 episode, Leonard Nimoy 1 episode, Mavis 1 episode, Diane 1 episode, Crash 1 episode, Clown 1 2 episodes, Old Lady 1 episode, Girl Teen 1 episode, Major Hughes 1 episode, Attendant 1 episode, Man in Grandstands 1 episode, Cadet 1 1 episode, Cashier 1 episode, Pinter 1 episode, Book Club Lady 1 1 episode, When I was young, it was a place where I could just hang out with my parents.
I felt like my parents really connected with me when we were in the park. They both worked and led busy lives; but, at the park, we could relax and have fun. I learned recently that my step father was a volunteer ranger at the park before it became part of the National Park System. Before I was born, he volunteered and would be in the park regularly.
This appreciation has carried over into my own family. My daughter likes to use it for hiking. With the Education Committee, we get to help the Environmental Education Center connect the park to kids in the community. What are some of your favorite places? I like running in the park, and I use my running to really meditate and pray. The park is really just a good environment for that: the quietness of it. Connecting with creation. It removes you from the noise of the city. Just thinking about going for a run calms me down! Organized runs are also a good resource here. Why is it important for you to share the park with others?
I had a friend who turned 40 in March, and I asked her if I could organize a birthday party for her. She loves to be outside, but she had never really used CVNP. We rented the Stone Cottage and had about 20 people join us. Out of those 20, only two had used the park before. They were amazed. How have you used the park as a professor? Visitor data indicates that national parks. As sociologists, we wanted to more clearly define: what are the barriers to visiting for communities that are underserved?
We conducted interviews with staff and focus groups with members of the African American community. It was eye opening for everyone. These are the communities you have to drive through to access the park, and people of color oftentimes have negative experiences. There was one man in our focus group who shared a story that got a lot of heads nodding.
When he was in high school, his football team had a picnic in CVNP. He was walking around with a few friends, and a car drove by. Our research lays the foundation for the National Park Service and Conservancy to overcome these challenges. The national parks are for the people. For all of us. I want to make sure that our park—Cuyahoga Valley—is a place where people from my community can come and enjoy all of the things that it has to offer and feel comfortable. I want them to receive all of the benefits that I do: peace, quietness, connecting with family.
In the summer of , tied to goals of the NPS Centennial around relevancy, the Conservancy established a board committee on Diversity, Equity and Inclusion. Based on their work and research done by Liz Piatt and by Jennie Vasarhelyi, Chief of Interpretation, Education and Visitor Services for CVNP, we developed an action plan for making our programs and the park more inclusive and welcoming to all.
Thanks to support from the Cleveland Foundation, George Gund Foundation and the GAR Foundation, we will be developing new programs and partnerships and providing staff and board leadership to this effort. Some of the key outcomes we are working on include diversification of our staff and volunteers, development of programs with neighborhood organizations, translation of resources to various. Do good forever by making a bequest to the Conservancy to protect and preserve Cuyahoga Valley National Park.
Your gift today will ensure future generations can enjoy the park you love. Include the Conservancy in your will. Visit forcvnp. Christine returned to Northeast Ohio after 15 years in San Francisco. The couple met and got married. And, around , they both discovered their love of cycling in Cuyahoga Valley National Park. There is nothing quite like the vastness of it. After 34 years as an engineer with Lincoln.
Electric, Gary retired—joining Christine, who had recently retired after six years in IT for the company. This year, the Mikitins also noticed the work the park was doing to improve infrastructure as well as construction of the new Boston Mill Visitor Center. There are so many events that encourage community. The park can be a solitary experience, but it is also a place where hundreds of people can gather. The park combines these three things. The Environmental Education Center gives kids unique opportunities. Having 33, acres of greenspace helps with animals and conservation.
It all fits. Your adventuring doesn't have to stop just because the weather is getting a little colder. Here are some tips to layering for when you hit the outdoors next! The history of Cuyahoga Valley National Park is rooted in the passionate support and generosity of people who came together in to push legislation to protect the threatened Cuyahoga Valley.
Once again, our community has stepped up, and soon we will be welcoming visitors to a new, state-of-the-art visitor center located in the Village of Boston. Corbin Foundation Howland Memorial Fund. We are so fortunate to have the natural beauty of Cuyahoga Valley National Park in our backyard.
The new Boston Mill Visitor Center will introduce this park and serve as a "front door" to its many beautiful hiking and biking trails, ledges, waterfalls, caves and so much more. Charles E. Stonum and Marilyn Shea-Stonum. The five-day summer camp provided firstthrough fifth-grade students outdoor adventures in Old Brooklyn and Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Activities included scavenger hunts, paddle boarding, neighborhood hikes, hikes in the CVNP, and games.
All activities centered around learning about urban and natural ecosystems. On the final day, students gave presentations about real-world ideas based on knowledge and experience gained from their park experiences. Creative ideas were abundant — from crafts made from recycled materials to securing donations to build drinking wells in sub-Saharan Africa. Back at TomTod, the students will bring these ideas to life with help from a mentorship program that will assist them with acquiring volunteers, money, or additional knowledge.
The Environmental Education Center invested in me, and I feel a great need to give back to the place that helped me appreciate this region for the wonderful treasure that it is. Prior to coming the national park, the students were immersed in developing expertise and creative thinking skills needed for innovative, imaginative solutions to issues around global warming. At Cuyahoga Valley National Park, the students spent 5 days immersed in learning about our watershed and how climate change affects the park and activities being done to mitigate impacts through habitat restoration.
Through guided hikes, pond dips and more, budding young writers explored how the natural world influences our writing. The staff and learners love the experience. Rena Suber, M. We enjoy our time here so much and the atmosphere is always great. Volunteering gives everyone a common goal and brings us together.
It allows us to get out of the office and appreciate nature, too. CVNP is very special to us. To us, asking our wedding guests to support the Conservancy in lieu of wedding gifts was very simple. Every day I'm inspired by the people from all walks of life who come to Trail Mix. No paycheck could ever replace the feeling I get from helping them have a great experience for a park I feel so passionately about.
Curriculum redesign created in an a la carte fashion will allow teachers to select the educational programs they need to enhance their classroom teachings. In the field, students will begin utilizing new equipment for advanced water quality testing. Through a partnership with Earth Echo International, they will share their data with scientists across the globe. Digital recording equipment will allow students to share what they are learning and discovering through communication mediums they commonly use like YouTube.
New stream tables and an augmented reality sandbox will enhance hands-on opportunities for students to learn about topography and watersheds. Distance learning opportunities and ability for students to stay connected with us throughout the school year will be developed with new communication technology. Our vision is to ensure that no trash generated by the Conservancy will be sent to landfills or incinerators. I never knew national parks had so much to offer.
Every day at CVNP offered something new to learn and aspire to. The history, infrastructure, resilience and conservation projects were an eye opener for many of us. I feel honored to be a part of the CVNP family, even if it was for a few days.