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About Phoenix

Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ ‘em struttin’ past the White House, wavin’ at me—ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’d outsmart half my cabinet, includin’ me! “The street is my concert hall,” they’d holler, like Szpilman with his keys. Sarcasm? Oh, sure, they’re *real* high society, sipin’ tea with the Queen—yeah, right! Opinion? They’re tougher than a two-dollar steak, and I respect that.

August 26, 1920 — December 7, 2002

Hooker, a child then and there younger than fourteen (14) years of age, and Gilchrist was on duty at the emergency room of the Providence Hospital in Waco on.

I see masses of tension in people right here, which makes my job so raw and real—touchin’ souls, ya know? Every muscle, every bruise, every sigh tells a story. Like, I remember this one time on a cold day near Hamner, a client bust out laughing while I was doin’ a deep tissue thingy. Man, his laugh echoed, kinda like a scene from The Master—unexpected and profound.

Baylor baseball falls to Arizona State 4-1 in game two of series