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{
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- "time": "2023-07-11",
+ "time": "2023-08-08",
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},
{
"title": ":heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: Swiss tax self declaration %%done_del%%",
"time": "2024-01-07",
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}
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"time": "2023-12-31",
"rowNumber": 75
+ },
+ {
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+ "time": "2024-06-30",
+ "rowNumber": 77
}
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{
"title": ":ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%%",
- "time": "2023-07-04",
+ "time": "2023-08-01",
"rowNumber": 72
},
{
"title": ":chart: Check [[Nimbus]] earnings %%done_del%%",
- "time": "2023-07-10",
- "rowNumber": 79
+ "time": "2023-08-14",
+ "rowNumber": 80
}
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{
"title": "🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%%",
- "time": "2023-07-01",
+ "time": "2023-07-15",
"rowNumber": 239
},
{
"title": "🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%%",
- "time": "2023-07-01",
- "rowNumber": 261
+ "time": "2023-07-15",
+ "rowNumber": 263
}
],
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- "rowNumber": 85
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{
"title": "10:30 :bed: [[2023-01-03|Memo]], [[@Life Admin|Admin]], [[@@MRCK|Meggi]]: Replace the bed",
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"01.01 Life Orga/@Life Admin.md": [
{
"title": ":scissors: [[@Life Admin|Life Admin]]: Cut hair %%done_del%%",
- "time": "2023-07-08",
+ "time": "2023-10-08",
"rowNumber": 128
}
],
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{
"title": "12:57 :stopwatch: [[2023-01-04|Memo]], [[@Lifestyle|Lifestyle]]: Buy the Watch Winder machine",
- "time": "2023-07-01",
+ "time": "2023-12-15",
"rowNumber": 86
}
],
"02.01 London/@@London.md": [
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- "time": "2023-07-13",
- "rowNumber": 120
- },
{
"title": ":birthday: **Stefan Schmidt**, [[@@London|London]] %%done_del%%",
"time": "2024-06-29",
"rowNumber": 118
+ },
+ {
+ "title": ":birthday: **Alex Houyvet**, [[@@London|London]] %%done_del%%",
+ "time": "2024-07-13",
+ "rowNumber": 120
}
],
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@@ -623,11 +608,6 @@
}
],
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- "time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 70
- },
{
"title": "📊 Re-open Equity positions",
"time": "2024-03-31",
@@ -655,54 +635,24 @@
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{
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- "rowNumber": 54
- },
- {
- "title": "🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Louis Moreau Gottschalk**, La nuit des tropiques de la symphonie romantique",
- "time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 55
- },
- {
- "title": "🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **GF Handel**, L’Allegro il Penseroso ed il Moderato",
- "time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 56
- },
- {
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- },
- {
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- "time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 58
- },
- {
- "title": "🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Carl Off**, O Fortuna",
+ "title": "📺 [[Entertainment]]: Friends",
"time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 59
+ "rowNumber": 67
},
{
- "title": "🎬 [[Entertainment]]: More American Graffiti",
+ "title": "📺 [[Entertainment]]: How I Met Your Mother",
"time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 65
+ "rowNumber": 68
},
{
"title": "🎬 [[Entertainment]]: African territory",
- "time": "2023-06-30",
+ "time": "2023-10-30",
"rowNumber": 66
},
{
- "title": "📺 [[Entertainment]]: Friends",
- "time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 67
- },
- {
- "title": "📺 [[Entertainment]]: How I Met Your Mother",
- "time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 68
+ "title": "🎬 [[Entertainment]]: More American Graffiti",
+ "time": "2024-01-30",
+ "rowNumber": 65
}
],
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}
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- "time": "2023-06-30",
- "rowNumber": 103
- }
- ],
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{
"title": "13:28 :house: [[@Life Admin|Admin]]: check if key change is covrred",
"time": "2023-07-07",
"rowNumber": 103
}
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- {
- "title": "19:17 :boat: [[@Lifestyle|Spott]]: Check out Lucerne World Cup stop (7-9 July)",
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--- a/.obsidian/workspace-mobile.json
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@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@
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"state": {
"type": "outgoing-link",
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"01.02 Home/@Main Dashboard.md",
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- "00.03 News/Chariot-Racing Hooliganism The Nika Riots of Constantinople.md",
- "03.04 Cinematheque/@Cinematheque.md",
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+ "03.03 Food & Wine/@Main dishes.md",
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+ "01.07 Animals/@Sally.md",
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+ "00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-06.md",
+ "01.02 Home/Entertainment.md",
+ "00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-05.md",
+ "00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-04.md",
+ "03.04 Cinematheque/@Cinematheque.md",
+ "03.04 Cinematheque/John Wick - Chapter 4 (2023).md",
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+ "00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-02.md",
+ "00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-03.md",
+ "00.03 News/The Great Grift How billions in COVID-19 relief aid was stolen or wasted.md",
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index 82cc2101..e9cceeba 100644
--- a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-01-03.md
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-01-03.md
@@ -83,7 +83,7 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
- [ ] 10:30 :bed: [[2023-01-03|Memo]], [[@Life Admin|Admin]], [[@@MRCK|Meggi]]: Replace the bed 📅2023-12-31 ^7h9wa9
-- [ ] 10:31 :tooth: [[2023-01-03|Memo]], [[@Life Admin|Admin]]: Find a dentist 📅 2023-06-30 ^889jmj
+- [x] 10:31 :tooth: [[2023-01-03|Memo]], [[@Life Admin|Admin]]: Find a dentist 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06 ^889jmj
- [x] 10:33 👰♀️ [[2023-01-03|Memo]], [[@Family|Admin]]: Organise for [[2023-02-11 Mariage Eloi & Zélie|Eloi's wedding]] 📅 2023-01-31 ✅ 2023-01-07 ^16fcmt
- [x] 10:34 👰♀️ [[2023-01-03|Memo]], [[@Family|Admin]]: Organise for [[2023-04-29 Mariage Marguerite & Arnold|Marguerite's wedding]] 📅 2023-03-31 ✅ 2023-01-09 ^9pbu3g
- [x] 10:35 :chair: [[2023-01-03|Memo]], [[@Life Admin|Admin]], [[@@MRCK|Meggi]]: Find a person to repair Meggi's chair 📅 2023-05-31 ✅ 2023-04-15 ^fqrywu
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-01-04.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-01-04.md
index 715841b8..78e7081a 100644
--- a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-01-04.md
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-01-04.md
@@ -84,7 +84,7 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
- [x] 09:42 :moneybag: [[2023-01-04|Memo]], [[@Finances|Taxes]]: Fill the Swiss 2021 tax return 📅 2023-01-08 ✅ 2023-01-08
- [x] 10:18 :house: [[2023-01-04|Memo]], [[@Life Admin|Admin]]: Sort out Wincasa login 📅 2023-01-08 ✅ 2023-01-04
-- [ ] 12:57 :stopwatch: [[2023-01-04|Memo]], [[@Lifestyle|Lifestyle]]: Buy the Watch Winder machine 📅2023-07-01
+- [ ] 12:57 :stopwatch: [[2023-01-04|Memo]], [[@Lifestyle|Lifestyle]]: Buy the Watch Winder machine 📅 2023-12-15
%% --- %%
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index ae6ac6a1..ca2465c1 100644
--- a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-02-18.md
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-02-18.md
@@ -101,7 +101,7 @@ hide task count
This section does serve for quick memos.
-- [ ] 18:05 :crocodile: [[2023-02-18|Memo]], [[Miami]]: Look for sporting events to book 📅2023-07-31 ^ud13vl
+- [-] 18:05 :crocodile: [[2023-02-18|Memo]], [[Miami]]: Look for sporting events to book 📅 2023-07-31 ^ud13vl
- [x] 18:18 :crocodile: [[2023-02-18|Memo]], [[Miami]]: Book a NYE party 📅 2023-05-31 ✅ 2023-04-18 ^yg7y7o
- [ ] 19:02 :crocodile: :passport_control: [[2023-02-18|Memo]], [[Miami]]: Apply for ESTA visa 📅2023-12-15
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-06-05.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-06-05.md
index d00aab88..0eb3f9ea 100644
--- a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-06-05.md
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-06-05.md
@@ -101,7 +101,7 @@ hide task count
This section does serve for quick memos.
-- [ ] 21:27 :musical_note: [[Entertainment]], [[2023-06-05|Memo]]: Download Marylin Manson's versions of Tainted Love & Sweet Dreams 📅 2023-06-30
+- [x] 21:27 :musical_note: [[Entertainment]], [[2023-06-05|Memo]]: Download Marylin Manson's versions of Tainted Love & Sweet Dreams 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
%% --- %%
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index 401de661..1beeb608 100644
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+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-06-29.md
@@ -101,7 +101,7 @@ hide task count
This section does serve for quick memos.
-- [ ] 19:17 :boat: [[@Lifestyle|Spott]]: Check out Lucerne World Cup stop (7-9 July) 📅2023-07-02
+- [x] 19:17 :boat: [[@Lifestyle|Spott]]: Check out Lucerne World Cup stop (7-9 July) 📅 2023-07-02 ✅ 2023-07-06
%% --- %%
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@@ -16,9 +16,9 @@ Stress: 25
FrontHeadBar: 5
EarHeadBar: 30
BackHeadBar: 20
-Water: 0.2
+Water: 2
Coffee: 3
-Steps:
+Steps: 9871
Weight:
Ski:
IceSkating:
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-02.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-02.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..17c9c07a
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-02.md
@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-02
+Date: 2023-07-02
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 4.83
+Coffee: 1
+Steps: 10201
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-01|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-03|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-02Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-02NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-02
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-02
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-02
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+🛬: [[@France|Nice]] to [[@@Zürich|Zürich]]
+
+📺: [[28 Days Later (2002)]]
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-02]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-03.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-03.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..de30c7a2
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-03.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-03
+Date: 2023-07-03
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 2.5
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 19196
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-02|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-04|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-03Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-03NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-03
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-03
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-03
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-03]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-04.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-04.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..6fa63258
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-04.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-04
+Date: 2023-07-04
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 3
+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 5364
+Weight: 91.9
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-03|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-05|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-04Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-04NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-04
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-04
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-04
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+📺: [[Fight Club (1999)]]
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-04]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-05.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-05.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..f3f2f65e
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-05.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-05
+Date: 2023-07-05
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 4
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 10951
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-04|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-06|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-05Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-05NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-05
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-05
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-05
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+📺: [[John Wick - Chapter 4 (2023)]]
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-05]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-06.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-06.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..4c367b50
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-06.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-06
+Date: 2023-07-06
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 90
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 5.5
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 8407
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 1
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-05|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-07|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-06Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-06NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-06
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-06
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-06
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-06]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-07.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-07.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..3a7c0939
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-07.md
@@ -0,0 +1,162 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-07
+Date: 2023-07-07
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 90
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 4.45
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 21401
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-06|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-08|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-07Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-07NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-07
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-07
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-07
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+🍽: [[Fischer Fritz]] with Dominique
+
+#### Liste Bretagne pour Dominique
+
+**Villes**
+- Saint-Malo
+- Perros-Guirrec
+- Paimpol
+- Morlaix
+- Pont-Aven (ville des peintres: Gauguin & ses amis aimaient cette ville)
+- Concarneau
+- Brest
+- Mont Saint-Michel
+
+**Nature**
+- ile de Bréhat
+- Cote de Granit Rose
+- Presqu’ile de Crozon
+- Cap Fréhel
+
+**Nourriture**
+- crêpes/galettes (crepes de blé noir)
+- Galette-saucisse (spécialité de Rennes)
+- Cidre
+- Kouign Amann
+- Palets au beurre (gateaux secs)
+- Gateau breton
+- Far breton
+- Caramel au beurre salé
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-07]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-08.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-08.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..119453b1
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-08.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-08
+Date: 2023-07-08
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 4.5
+Coffee: 0
+Steps: 15518
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-07|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-09|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-08Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-08NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-08
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-08
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-08
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-08]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-09.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-09.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..0760343b
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-09.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-09
+Date: 2023-07-09
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 6.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 5.6
+Coffee: 4
+Steps: 10217
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-08|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-10|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-09Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-09NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-09
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-09
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-09
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+🍴: [[Café des Amis]] with Benjamin Ferrand
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-09]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-10.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-10.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..c2c75ef2
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-10.md
@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-10
+Date: 2023-07-10
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 30
+BackHeadBar: 20
+Water: 5
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 13971
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-09|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-11|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-10Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-10NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-10
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-10
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-10
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+🍴: [[Beef Noodles with Beans]]
+
+🍽: [[Spicy Szechuan Noodles with Garlic Chilli Oil]]
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-10]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-11.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-11.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..b38d06b3
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-11.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-11
+Date: 2023-07-11
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 6.5
+Coffee: 4
+Steps: 8696
+Weight: 91.1
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-10|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-12|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-11Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-11NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-11
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-11
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-11
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+🍴: [[Korean Barbecue-Style Meatballs]]
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-11]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-12.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-12.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..d86cb72f
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-12.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-12
+Date: 2023-07-12
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3.5
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 16442
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-11|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-13|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-12Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-12NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-12
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-12
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-07-12
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+
+
+
+%% --- %%
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-07-12]]
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-13.md b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-13.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..e834a26c
--- /dev/null
+++ b/00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-07-13.md
@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-07-13
+Date: 2023-07-13
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water:
+Coffee: 1
+Steps:
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-07-12|<< 🗓 Previous ]] [[@Main Dashboard|Back]] [[2023-07-14|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-07-13Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-07-13NSave
+
+
+
+# 2023-07-13
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-07-13
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
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+# Everyone in Stephenville Thought They Knew Who Killed Susan Woods
+
+###### **PART ONE**
+
+---
+
+They found her naked body 36 years ago now, her head sunk into a bathtub full of black water, hands tied behind her with a tank top. It was 1987, and in a God-fearing town like Stephenville, seventy miles southwest of Fort Worth, what had been done to Susan Woods was unimaginable, something you might expect in a fetid corner of Los Angeles or New York City.
+
+She had been a quiet, shy woman, five foot seven, with lustrous brown hair cascading past her shoulders and an easy smile that friends didn’t see as much as they once had. Susan was thirty years old and living alone that summer, left by a biker-ish husband who had fled the state, waiting for her divorce to go through. She was a local girl, a little lonely, a little sad, trying hard to put her life back in order. When she missed her shift at the sandpaper factory two days running, a supervisor called her father, Joe Atkins.
+
+Atkins knew immediately that something was wrong. Susan would never miss work without telling someone. He drove to the tiny white bungalow she rented near downtown, around the corner from Central Elementary. The house was dark, the night air quiet but for the rhythmic shrieking of cicadas. On the porch, in the gloom, Atkins found that the door was unlocked. He was the one who found her, in the bath off the rear bedroom. It was something no parent should ever have to see. He called the police on the living room phone and waited in the yard until they drove up.
+
+When a sergeant named Donnie Hensley arrived around nine, he hadn’t been told the victim’s identity. He was surprised to see Atkins, whom he knew as a volunteer at the municipal golf course.
+
+“Joe, what are you doing here?” he asked.
+
+“Donnie, they killed her,” Atkins said.
+
+“Killed who, Joe?”
+
+“They killed my daughter.”
+
+Hensley didn’t press. He could tell Atkins was suffering from something like shock. The two men huddled and said a prayer before Hensley urged Atkins to go on home. His family needed to be told. At one point, Susan’s best friend, Cindy Hallmark, happened to drive up with her boyfriend. Neighbors could hear her screams two blocks away.
+
+Inside, other officers were already pacing the house, taking photographs and studying the scene. Susan, the medical examiner would later confirm, had been raped and sodomized. An angry red line across her throat suggested that her killer had tried to strangle her. Hensley examined the bedroom, where there appeared to have been a struggle. Bedding was strewn everywhere. The mattress had been shoved off-center. A white electrical cord, perhaps used in the strangulation attempt, lay across the bed, plug end on the floor.
+
+Murders were rare in Stephenville, and this was as bad as most of the officers at the house that night had ever seen. What stayed in everyone’s minds afterward wasn’t so much what had been done to Susan Woods. Instead, it was a pillowcase, stained with mascara. As Hensley studied it, he realized he could see the outlines of a face. It had obviously been pressed over her nose and mouth and was, in effect, Susan’s death mask. “I could see where her eyes had been,” Hensley says. “For years, I mean, all I could see was that eerie mascara.”
+
+In the bathroom they found two good sets of fingerprints and palm prints, which, in 1987, were of limited use. DNA analysis was still years away, and fingerprint databases were not yet available in Texas. So while detectives had plenty of physical evidence, there was little they could do with the prints until they were compared with that of a specific suspect. Officers knocked on doors up and down the street. No one had seen anything strange.
+
+At the police department the next day, a lieutenant named Ken Maltby announced that no other detectives would be working the case. He would take it on alone. Hensley exchanged glances with another officer. Today, thirty years after his departure from the force, Hensley is a leathery seventy-year-old retiree living in nearby Granbury. He still has misgivings about the case, beginning with Maltby’s impromptu takeover. “He wanted to be a hero,” he says.
+
+Maltby, who died in 2016, investigated for two months with little progress. Then, that October, when Maltby stepped aside to assume control of a narcotics unit, Hensley decided to take on the investigation in his spare time—with little guidance, he says, and, surprisingly, no written reports. The case was cold, Hensley remembers. “I looked, but I couldn’t find no damn notes. I didn’t know what people had said to him.”
+
+Hensley started from scratch, attempting to revive the case. Because Susan’s remains were badly decomposed—her upper body appeared to have spent two days in the bathwater—it was unclear whether she had been smothered, strangled, or drowned. But Hensley saw that there were basically two possible scenarios: Susan had been killed either by a stranger—a crime all but unknown in Stephenville—or by someone she knew. There was no sign of forced entry, which suggested the latter. The more Hensley studied the crime scene photos, the more he suspected that Susan had known her killer.
+
+What most struck him was the living room table. There was an open can of Coke and an ashtray containing six cigarette butts. It didn’t fit. Susan wasn’t a habitual smoker, and she avoided caffeine. One friend said she drank nothing but water. The table suggested that she had hosted someone who stayed long enough to open that soda and smoke six cigarettes.
+
+Once Hensley began interviewing Susan’s friends and family, he realized there weren’t many people she would’ve invited into her home. Her social circle had shrunk over the years, a process that accelerated after her husband left. He had taken their car, an old yellow Mustang, and for months she had worked six days a week to save enough money to buy a replacement. She spent Sundays, her day off, mostly doing laundry and buying groceries. She had only a handful of girlfriends and little time for dating.
+
+But there was one thing. According to notes still in the case files, a friend from work named Debra Hardy told of a troubling call from Susan a few weeks before her death. “She was real upset and she said, ‘Debbie, I have got to talk to somebody,’ and I went down there, and she was crying,” Hardy said to investigators. “She had some dark marks on her neck, hickie-looking marks, and she said she didn’t know how or why she let it happen . . . She was afraid what everybody else would think.” Susan wouldn’t say much more, even about who had done it.
+
+Her best friend, Cindy, filled in the blanks. The hickeys were the work of a bartender in Granbury, J. C. Baughman, whom she’d seen a few times. “I said, ‘What happened?’ ” Cindy told the police, “and she said that J.C. had got a little fresh, a little carried away.”
+
+Hensley drove to Granbury to see J.C., who admitted to the affair. After meeting Susan when she and some work friends came to his bar, J.C. had cuddled with her on her couch for a few nights before they had sex, just the once. Susan ended it after the hickeys. J.C. seemed like a sweet guy, in Hensley’s estimation, and he passed a polygraph test. His prints didn’t match any found at the house.
+
+Hensley’s next suspect, Cindy’s boyfriend (and later husband), Roy Hayes, was just a hunch. Roy was a big, gentle young man who often helped Susan around the house, at one point nailing the windows shut when she worried about her safety; his fingerprints, unsurprisingly, were all over the home. But he also played Dungeons & Dragons, which in those days, at least in a place like Stephenville, carried a whiff of satanism. Hensley interviewed him and found nothing suspicious but asked him to take a polygraph test just to make sure.
+
+They administered it at a Texas Rangers office in Waco. “Donnie meets me right at the door as I come out, and he says, ‘Roy, you failed—you might as well confess,’ ” Roy recalls. “And I’m like, ‘There’s no way. I didn’t have nothing to do with this.’ Hensley says, ‘There is no way this is wrong. You did it.’ ” Then the polygraph technician emerged and announced that, actually, he’d passed. He was cleared.
+
+By Christmas, five months after the murder, Hensley could see he was getting nowhere, which more than a few people in town told him was just plain stupid. Because everyone in Stephenville knew who did it.
+
+### The Podcast
+
+Follow along as award-winning author Bryan Burrough hosts a podcast version of this story, *Stephenville*, available at [TexasMonthly.com/Stephenville](http://texasmonthly.com/Stephenville) and on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, and elsewhere.
+
+![A mural in downtown Stephenville.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-downtown-16.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=1024&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=819&wpsize=large)
+
+A mural in downtown Stephenville. Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+In those days Stephenville was a sleepy town of 13,000 or so, conservative and insular. Dairies sprawled across the surrounding countryside. The smell of manure hung in the air some evenings; a fiberglass statue of a dairy cow, dubbed Moo-la, dominated the town square beside the courthouse. The county was dry. You couldn’t even buy beer.
+
+Children’s activities were defined by 4-H, rodeo, and, on Friday evenings in the fall, high school football. Saturday nights teenagers cruised Washington Street between the Dairy Queens on each side of town; friends who did it together were known as “drag buddies.” On Sundays just about everything closed. Everyone was in church. If you were a man and drove anything other than a pickup, well, someone might glance at you funny. Outsiders got noticed.
+
+And everyone noticed Michael Woods. In a town where FFA jackets, cowboy hats, and close-cropped hair were common, Susan’s then husband wore a leather jacket and engineer boots and had a brown beard, shoulder-length hair, and a bad attitude. He drove a motorcycle, got into fistfights, and never seemed to have a steady job; Susan had been the breadwinner. Michael called himself a musician. Cindy called him a bum. It was whispered around town that he dealt weed, something Michael denies ever doing.
+
+Many days, Michael could be seen lying shirtless in their yard, sometimes lifting barbells, a Harley beside him in the driveway. He wasn’t from Stephenville. No one had to ask to know that. No one ever saw him at the rodeo, or a football game, or church.
+
+![Michael Woods with his motorcycle in the eighties.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-murder-3a.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=1024&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=819&wpsize=large)
+
+Michael Woods with his motorcycle in the eighties.Courtesy of Erath County District Attorney
+
+Michael was born in Indianapolis and in second grade moved to El Paso. His mother was fleeing one of what he terms a series of volatile marriages and relationships. Michael later described his upbringing as erratic and abusive. Money was scarce, they moved often, and one of his mother’s carousel of boyfriends was usually in the mix. “She was a little hellion,” is how he puts it. “She liked to party and have kids.” He ended up with seven siblings.
+
+When he was fifteen, his mother remarried, and the family moved to Virginia. It was then that Michael began leaving home for long periods. He had learned the guitar and loved it, playing Southern rock, Marshall Tucker, Skynyrd. Away from home, he played on street corners and at the odd club—mostly along the East Coast, wherever the mood took him—sleeping on couches where he found them, one step from homelessness. “It wasn’t as rough as being at home,” he remembers.
+
+When he was twenty or so, a friend in El Paso was moving to Stephenville and asked him to drive a truck there. He arrived in small-town Texas in the late seventies and, when the friend needed more help, stayed on. Just a few years out of high school at the time, Susan told friends she spotted him on the drag, though Michael recalls they met when he was playing pinball in a convenience store and she walked in.
+
+If Michael presented as a bad boy, Susan was very much the good girl: sweet, timid, close to her mother, naive. According to Cindy, who befriended her in the Stephenville High clarinet section, Susan hadn’t dated in school; she didn’t even go to her prom. But she thought Michael was adorable, especially his shoulder-length brown hair. She said he looked like rock star Bob Seger. Her friends didn’t get it.
+
+“I thought he was very immature,” Cindy says. Susan was already working long hours at a nursing home, and “he always wanted to have fun, have a good time,” she recalls. The only serious fight she and Susan ever had, Cindy says, was over Susan’s decision to date him.
+
+![Michael and Susan.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/2UwPtXDK-stephenville-murder-4.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=1024&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=819&wpsize=large)
+
+Michael and Susan Woods.Courtesy of Michael Woods
+
+When it came time for Michael to meet Susan’s parents, he didn’t exactly arrive in a blue blazer with a vase of daylilies. “I showed up on her doorstep; it was about ninety degrees outside,” he recalls. “I was wearing a pair of cutoffs and sandals and not much else. And her mother opened the door and about fell on the floor. How disgusting: a man walking around with no shirt and short shorts. So right from the beginning, her family didn’t care for me one bit.”
+
+Joe Atkins, who died in 2015, didn’t waste many words on him. “He had a, I think it was a .357, but he showed me the pistol he had in his closet,” Michael says. “He said, ‘If you ever hurt my daughter, I’m going to shoot you.’ ”
+
+Michael never found steady work in Stephenville. He insists that few businesses wanted to hire, or retain, anyone with long hair. He also admits that as a musician and a night owl, he chafed at nine-to-five jobs. Over the years, he says, he worked in a hayfield, at a Sonic, at an auto-parts factory, and for a place that made cattle feeders.
+
+“I just did whatever I could until they got tired of me, or I got tired of them,” he says. “I had a bit of an attitude problem back then because when people would try and say stuff like ‘Hey, fur face, get over here,’ I would not react well to that. And in Stephenville during that time period, big guys liked to push their weight around, and that didn’t work with me. I figured, if you’re going to push me around, I’d just pop you in the mouth. I didn’t get along real well.”
+
+In 1980 Michael persuaded Susan to return with him to El Paso, where an uncle had promised him a job. Soon after arriving, they got married. “What she had said to me is ‘My parents are going to disown me if, you know, I’m living with a man out of wedlock. So can we get married?’ ” Michael recalls. “And I said, ‘Well, okay, I can take the day off tomorrow.’ ” They walked into a justice of the peace alone and came out married minutes later. Back in Stephenville, Susan’s parents were aghast.
+
+The job, meanwhile, didn’t pan out, and before long Michael and Susan had to begin pawning their things. In a letter to Cindy, Susan complained that she was subsisting on bacon-bit sandwiches. Soon enough they were back in Stephenville, but a pattern had been established. Michael detested the town and everything about it. Susan wanted to make him happy but found it hard to be content elsewhere. At least once they moved to Indianapolis to be near Michael’s brother.
+
+“Two or three times they’d get settled in, get a place, get it fixed up, buy their appliances,” recalls Susan’s friend Gloria Martin. “Mike would get itchy feet: ‘We’re going, we’re going.’ She’d quit her job, move away, sell all their stuff, stay a month, starve to death, come back, and they’d start all over again.”
+
+Until 1985 or so, they shared rental houses with others. Then Susan found the bungalow on McNeill Street, near Stephenville’s downtown. That’s where Michael mostly hung around the house or sunned in the yard. He began acting out. After a disagreement, a neighbor accused him of pouring sugar in her gas tank. He caught the eye of Stephenville police, who he claims would sometimes stop him for no reason. Friends rolled their eyes, wondering when his and Susan’s relationship would end.
+
+Susan tried. Every day she would come home after her shift and make him dinner, often Cornish game hens. But it wasn’t working. The last straw, at least from Michael’s perspective, was when he told her about his desire to begin flipping houses. Susan, who had earned almost all their money, wasn’t keen to invest. Michael accused her of emasculating him. Finally, in the summer of 1986, a year before her death, he could take it no longer.
+
+“He more or less gave her an ultimatum: ‘Texas or me,’ ” Barbara Williams, a coworker of Susan’s, told detectives. “She chose Texas.”
+
+Michael went to Indianapolis but, after a series of talks and letters, agreed to return that winter, for what both understood as their final shot at reconciliation. It didn’t take. In February 1987, Michael departed for good, taking their car. He left behind a cassette-tape recording in which he excoriated Susan for destroying their marriage. Years later, Roy and Cindy still marvel at the ferocity of Michael’s feelings. “It was just thirty minutes of what a bitch she was,” Roy says, “how it was all her fault.”
+
+“Her parents were horrible,” Cindy remembers him saying. “They never gave him a chance.”
+
+Almost as bad, Michael had hidden handwritten notes with similar sentiments throughout the house, in cabinets and coat pockets. Susan was still finding them weeks later. It left her deeply shaken. Cindy’s mother begged her to move into their spare bedroom. When she declined, Cindy slept on Susan’s couch for a time. Roy nailed the windows shut and lent her a pistol.
+
+Susan filed for divorce. Once the shock of the tape and the notes passed, friends noticed that her attitude began to lighten. She bought a car and discreetly trysted with J. C. Baughman. “She was kind of like what you’d read in a book,” Roy says, “a person who has turned a chapter.” As Gloria Martin puts it, “She was the happiest I’ve seen her in a very long time.”
+
+One Friday in late July, Roy and Cindy took Susan to a carnival in nearby Hico. Afterward, they went to a Dairy Queen and ordered hot fudge sundaes. When they were done, Susan ordered a second one, something Cindy had never once seen her do. “She was happy-go-lucky,” Cindy says.
+
+Four nights later, Susan was found dead.
+
+Susan’s father, Joe Atkins, disappeared into Ken Maltby’s office almost every day in those first weeks, arguing that Michael was behind his daughter’s murder. It was hard to find anyone who disagreed. Transcriptions of several of Hensley’s interviews still sit in the district attorney’s files, and in every one, Hensley asks who could have done this. And in almost every case, there is a version of the same reply: Michael Woods. Duh.
+
+“Everything goes back to Michael Woods,” Hensley recalls. “And every time I talked to Joe, it was just, ‘No, Michael did it.’ ”
+
+After leaving Texas for Indiana, Michael lived quietly, sleeping in a tent he pitched inside a dilapidated house his brother had bought for a song. They spent every available hour remodeling it, eventually carving out four apartments, one of which Michael took. One day, he was standing outside when a pair of Indianapolis police officers drove up. He and his brother had been arguing with neighbors about a parking situation, and Michael agreed to go to the station house, believing that it was necessary to deal with another complaint.
+
+Once there, though, detectives began asking about his life in Texas, about Susan, about whether he had gone back. “Just off-the-wall questions that didn’t make any sense to me,” he remembers. “And then they stopped and said, ‘Well, you’re lying. We know you killed her. She’s dead. You killed her.’ ”
+
+This was how Michael learned of Susan’s murder, he says. He rushed to the bathroom and vomited. Afterward, the grilling continued. “They just said, ‘Well, you did it. We know you did it. We’ll get you a mental hospital if you just admit to it,’ ” he recalls. “And I’m like, ‘Dudes, I have nothing to do with this.’ ” When they asked him to sign a statement, Michael refused, demanded a lawyer, and left.
+
+He hadn’t even begun to process his feelings when, within days, “the harassment started,” he says. “Cops started acting in Indianapolis the way they’d been acting in Stephenville: just pull over and talk to me for no reason. I got arrested a couple times for being drunk in public when I hadn’t been drinking. They’d just let me go in the morning and say, ‘Oh no, you’re fine.’ There’s no court, there’s nothing. They just arrest me and throw me in the cell with a bunch of rough dudes, let me out the next morning.”
+
+He vividly remembers the two officers who came from Texas: the initial investigator Ken Maltby and a Texas Ranger. Michael was standing in his yard. “So they pulled up and told me, ‘Get in the car—we’re going to the airport,’ ” he recalls. Michael had begun carrying a gun, fearing just this kind of thing. When he declined to get in the car, they insisted, and he claims he drew back his shirt to reveal the .357 Magnum jammed into his belt. “I said, ‘Nope. We can have a gun battle right here. Go for it. See if you clear leather.’ That’s an old Texas term.” (A Stephenville cop with direct knowledge of the case tells me he doubts that this happened, but Michael maintains that it did.)
+
+After the harassment in Stephenville, Michael was wary of Texas police, but he says this incident cemented a growing hostility. His lawyer advised against any cooperation, he says, to the point that Michael withheld potentially exculpatory information. Michael would eventually elicit a dozen statements from people who swore they had seen him in Indianapolis at around the time Susan was killed. The lawyer advised him to also keep these from police for the moment; if they were shared, he warned, the Texas cops would no doubt try to undermine the accounts.
+
+What frustrated the Stephenville police most was their inability to secure Michael’s fingerprints. Had the visiting Texans tried a gentler approach, they might have left with them. Court records confirm that Michael would have had no problem handing them over—as long as it occurred in Indiana. “I volunteered to give them blood samples, hair samples, fingerprints,” he recalls. “They insisted it be done in Texas, where the cops have full rein. I felt like if I went to Texas, I’d for sure get shot and police would claim it was an escape attempt.”
+
+Hensley badly needed those prints. By this point, he had no other suspects. He was certain that Michael’s prints would match those found beside Susan’s body—if only he could get them.
+
+In April 1988, nine months after Susan’s murder, Hensley found himself squatting inside an unmarked police surveillance van in Indianapolis, peering at Michael’s house via a periscope that jutted out the top of the vehicle. One day he watched as Michael, his brother, and his sister-in-law began laying out items for what appeared to be a yard sale.
+
+Back in Stephenville, Susan’s family was making a big deal of the fact that Michael had taken not only the couple’s yellow Mustang but also a fur coat and a series of crystal figurines that they felt belonged to Susan. Scrunched inside the van, Hensley spied some of the figurines, which gave him an idea. If they could arrest Michael for theft of the figurines, they could get his fingerprints.
+
+Hensley had a search warrant drawn up. He then accompanied a crew of Indianapolis officers who descended on the house. “They tore it apart and took everything I owned,” Michael says, “with the exception of my guitars, the clothes on my back. They took my cassette tapes, they took my underwear, they took my clothing, they took everything that was mine. Then they found, after their exhaustive search, a marijuana roach in my sister-in-law’s purse. So they arrested me and my brother for that roach, put us in jail, let us out the next day. Never went to court on it.”
+
+No charges were pursued. But the arrest got Hensley what he wanted: the prints. On the flight back to Texas, he sensed the noose closing around Michael’s neck. He began drawing up an extradition request. He wasn’t at all prepared for the news he got once he returned to Stephenville and compared the prints. “They didn’t match,” he says. “F—ing. Didn’t. Match.”
+
+There had to be an explanation, but Hensley couldn’t think of one. In his bones, he knew that Michael had done this. Everyone in Stephenville did. But there seemed no way to tie him to the crime. In desperation Hensley attended an FBI profiler’s class in Lampasas. Another attendee asked if he had considered the idea of autoeroticism; maybe Susan had died during some kind of elaborate sex game. Hensley looked into it but eventually dismissed the notion as far-fetched.
+
+When he mentioned this to a superior, he says, the officer suggested using the theory as an excuse to close the case. Hensley, who felt intense loyalty to Susan’s family, says he exploded in anger: “If another officer hadn’t stopped me in the hallway, I’d have killed the guy.”
+
+Soon after, he was reassigned to patrol duty. A few years had passed since Susan’s death, and the investigation was no longer being actively pursued. “This thing haunted me for years,” says Hensley, who, after resigning from the Stephenville force in 1993, went on to work for an arm of the United Nations, at one point helping investigate atrocities after the war in Kosovo. “Kosovo didn’t haunt me. Susan did. I mean, I’m sorry, but every time I talked to Joe Atkins, my heart broke. And I’m a tough old cop. I mean, I thought I was.”
+
+![Michael in Española, New Mexico, in April 2023.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-murder-5.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=1024&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=819&wpsize=large)
+
+Michael in Española, New Mexico, in April 2023.Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+No one ever told Michael, much less announced publicly, that he had been all but eliminated as a suspect. For him, and for the people of Stephenville, nothing changed. Joe Atkins kept on as he had before, telling anyone who would listen that Michael was getting away with murder. Cindy and Roy felt the same way.
+
+“It was just an article of faith. For years. Michael Woods was a murderer, and the police department had somehow let him go.”
+
+Eventually the Atkinses took things into their own hands. Susan had a life insurance policy, and Michael was due a death benefit of $11,000 or so. In 1989, two years after Susan’s death, the family sued, claiming that Michael was responsible. He refused to return for the trial. The judge not only awarded the family the $11,000, but he hit Michael with an additional judgment of a mind-boggling $700,000. Michael was told that as long as he stayed out of Texas, it could never be collected.
+
+In Indianapolis, Michael sank into a funk. It wasn’t just his paranoia almost every morning that this would be the day Texas police finally came for him. The fact is, he had never taken the prospect of divorce seriously. He still loved Susan. He felt certain she had still loved him. “She’ll probably date a couple of cowboys and remember why she loves me,” he recalls thinking. “So I thought we were going to get back together.”
+
+---
+
+## “It was impossible to find a single person in Stephenville that didn’t believe Michael Woods was guilty of murder,” one of Hensley’s closest friends, a Stephenville officer named Don Miller, recalls.
+
+At first he tried to move on. He installed home burglar alarms and took a few courses at a technical college, but his heart wasn’t in it. Slowly he realized that nothing would ever be the same. What he wanted most was to be a musician, but his lawyer warned that if he traveled outside Indiana, his risk of arrest multiplied. Instead, he and his brother limited themselves to local gigs, mostly small clubs and private parties. Billed as the Hamilton Brothers, named for their birth father, they’d split the $35 they made for each gig. The money never went far.
+
+It only got worse when the Indianapolis paper ran an article about the case. After that, Michael says, “I had people come to the stage and say, ‘Aren’t you the guy that killed his wife?’ Kind of puts a damper on the rest of your evening when they do that.”
+
+Over time, his funk deepened into depression. “I was going to a therapist. I was on antidepressants,” he says. He turned to recreational drugs, which didn’t help. “I was taking anything anybody offered me as a gig, and I mean anything. Get me out of this world. I drank like a fish. Nothing seemed to cheer me up, or if it did, it wasn’t for long. I was too far gone for therapy to be much good for me. They said that I had an identity crisis and needed to learn how to be me without my wife, which, at the time—I wasn’t me without her. Because I always figured we’ll get back together.”
+
+He prepared relentlessly for the life in prison he expected. “I’m a small guy,” he says, “so I started working out like a madman.” Years went by. It never got much better. Susan’s birthday was in April, and every spring Michael’s mood would darken, growing worse as summer dawned, then peaking around the anniversary of her death in July. He worked construction and trained himself to be a carpenter. He dated some but never found anyone he adored as he had Susan.
+
+By 2000 or so, he felt everything slipping. Music was the thing he’d always loved most. He stopped practicing as much. He stopped writing songs. At his lowest point, Michael says, he attempted suicide. “I took a whole bottle of tranquilizers and figured, ‘I’ll just go to sleep and not wake up.’ But what I did was, I slept for three days, and I woke up and I was still depressed.”
+
+Finally, in the summer of 2005, came a turning point. He was performing alongside his brother at a birthday party. The eighteenth anniversary of Susan’s death was imminent. “I got finished playing,” he recalls, “and I left the stage and I went around behind the house and I broke down and I was crying.”
+
+The host, an acquaintance of his named Barbara Gary, followed and asked why. He told her about the murder, explained that it remained unsolved, and said everyone in Stephenville blamed him for it. Gary thought this was terrible. She decided to try and help. Soon after, she sent an email to the Stephenville Police Department.
+
+![Don Miller at the Stephenville Police Department in May 2023.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-murder-9.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=1024&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=819&wpsize=large)
+
+Don Miller at the Stephenville Police Department in May 2023.Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+By the early aughts, Stephenville had a backlog of three unsolved murders, including Susan’s, and Donnie Hensley’s pal Don Miller was asked to look into them. Bald and garrulous, Miller thought Susan’s case was the most promising of the three, but he initially saw little he could do with it. DNA testing was now available, so he had sent the six cigarette butts found in Susan’s living room in for testing, but the results had come back “unidentified male,” which was little help without a suspect’s DNA to compare it with. He was working one of the other cases in July 2005 when he heard about Barbara Gary’s email.
+
+When he phoned her, Gary said the situation “was killing Michael and his family, and she wanted to know where the case stood,” Miller recalls. If Michael truly wanted closure, he replied, he should talk to him. When Miller heard nothing for five months, he called back and this time managed to get Michael on the phone. Miller asked to come to Indianapolis to get his DNA. Michael was hesitant. He agreed at first and then waffled, at one point canceling after Miller and his partner had already bought plane tickets. They decided to go anyway.
+
+It was winter in Indiana. Shivering in summer-weight sports jackets, they drove to Michael’s address and knocked on the door. “He cracked the door open, and I told him who I was, and he said, ‘Miller, I told you I wasn’t going to cooperate,’ ” Miller says. “And I just started talking.”
+
+He explained how the cigarette butts were the only way to establish Michael’s innocence. “And if you don’t give me your DNA, if you don’t cooperate with me, then I’m going to turn around and I’m going to leave, and this case is going to go nowhere. You’ve got to help me.” Eventually Michael relented. There was just one problem: neither Miller nor his partner had ever used a DNA kit. They read the instructions there, on the front porch, and managed to get it done.
+
+Unlike Hensley and everyone else he talked to in Stephenville, Miller wasn’t wedded to the idea that Michael was the murderer. In fact, given that his fingerprints hadn’t been at the scene, he was confident he could clear him. “I know that DNA is not going to match the cigarette butts; I know that for a fact,” he says. But he needed to clear him anyway because, if and when he found another suspect, whoever it was might claim that Susan’s death had been an accident during risky sex. He needed someone who could testify that she had no history of such behavior, and Michael was the only one.
+
+Miller returned to Texas, sent in the samples, and as expected, they didn’t match. “So I called and said, ‘Michael, you are one hundred percent cleared from the case. Your fingerprints don’t match; the DNA doesn’t match. You are no longer a suspect.”
+
+Michael began to cry. Then he said thank you and hung up.
+
+Clearing Michael was great for Michael, not so great for Miller: he was now out of suspects. His only hope was the prints lifted from Susan’s bathroom mirror and tub. In 1999 the FBI had unveiled an electronic national fingerprint database; a department could submit unidentified original prints and have them compared against thousands of others. But Miller’s request to take the prints to Washington was denied, and he felt he couldn’t risk mailing them.
+
+Then he heard that the Texas Department of Public Safety had gained access to the FBI database. In May 2006, not really expecting that this newfangled technology would produce any kind of breakthrough, Miller drove to Austin and handed the prints to a DPS officer.
+
+A few days later, the officer called back. “Hey, we got a match on those prints,” he said.
+
+“Who’d they come back to?” Miller asked.
+
+“Joseph Scott Hatley.”
+
+“Never heard of him.”
+
+The officer had no details, only that Hatley had been arrested in 1988 for a robbery in Nevada. He called the Erath County prosecutor, John Terrell. “Do we know a Joseph Scott Hatley?” he asked.
+
+Yeah, Terrell said. Local kid. “Raped a girl, grand jury declined to indict,” he went on. “I’ll get the file for you.”
+
+When Miller read the file, he was floored. The rape of a sixteen-year-old girl in 1988, a year after Susan’s murder, sounded especially brutal. Hatley, he saw, came from a well-known Stephenville family. His late father, Levi, had operated a Texaco station in town, then a wholesale ice business and, later, a diesel-repair shop. His mother, a woman named Celia, was a homemaker. Hatley was the youngest of three children. On the face of it, the family lived a standard small-town Texas life. The Hatleys were hardworking, had doting grandparents, and attended church every Sunday. Hatley’s mother and sister still lived in Stephenville.
+
+At a glance, there was nothing tying him to Susan Woods. But Miller kept scanning the gruesome details of the yellowing report on the rape. The attack had happened in a roadside park south of town. At one point, after the girl had already been raped, she got up and ran. Hatley, she said, chased and caught her.
+
+“He laid on top of me and told me if I didn’t mind him, he would kill me,” the girl recalled. The next words stopped Don Miller cold. Hatley, she said, told her “he had done it before.”
+
+Miller stared. “Sumbitch, he did it.”
+
+![An aerial view of Stephenville.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-murder-13.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=640&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=1024&wpsize=large)
+
+An aerial view of Stephenville. Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+###### **Part two**
+
+---
+
+Fifteen years later, on December 9, 2021, Hatley was found dead in an RV where he had been living alone outside Abilene. He was 56 and had been diagnosed with cancer. Not long after, Miller, who had just retired, took an odd call from a Stephenville police officer. A man who had purchased the RV had found a cache of papers inside. The man, the officer said, was freaking out and wanted to be rid of it all.
+
+Once he retrieved the cache, Miller saw that much of it was a kind of autobiography, nearly two hundred pages handwritten in neat block letters. It appeared to be Hatley’s earnest attempt to solve the mystery of his life, to understand why it had veered so wildly off course. He paints a portrait of a small-town Texas boy who built a secret life inside the bosom of family and church and tells how everything came apart once he ventured beyond Stephenville. It also answered a vexing question: How had Hatley gotten away with not just one vicious crime but two?
+
+Scott Hatley—Scotty to close friends and family—was born in 1965. He makes clear that from an early age he was consumed by a burning anger he couldn’t fully explain. He claims that his mother was abusive and regularly slapped him, accusations that she would deny. In Hatley’s telling, the abuse “enraged” him, though he kept it inside.
+
+Bullying may have played a role. Like his beloved sister Regina, who was three years older, Hatley was a heavy child, and both kids were teased about their weight. The first serious anger he recalls came upon hearing his sister crying in bed one night after a teasing episode. By the age of eight, he had started to fantasize about getting revenge against those who had hurt him or his sister.
+
+An inquisitive child, prone to daydreaming, Hatley found much of life perplexing. Questions about sex, which his parents refused to discuss, confounded him, even as news stories of sexual violence stirred in him feelings he couldn’t explain. The family was religious, sometimes debating Scripture at the dinner table; to Hatley, God and Satan were tangible beings who could influence lives. He recalls sitting in the front pew in church, straining for understanding that never came. At around twelve, when his favorite choir leader was fired, he quit the church in disgust. What may have seemed like a healthy and happy upbringing from the outside, he writes, was in fact plagued by confusion and violent musings. At one point, his anger crystallized into what he says became his favorite daydream: an intricate plot, years before mass shootings became a national scourge, to barge into his school and kill everyone in sight.
+
+Little of this was apparent to those around him. Growing up in the seventies as a blond preteen with a bowl haircut, Hatley played baseball, basketball, and football, worshipped the Dallas Cowboys’ Roger Staubach, and was a Cub Scout. His sister’s friend Gloria Martin recalls him as a Beaver Cleaver type: “Just a nerdy little guy, kind of chubby, and didn’t look like he was particularly popular in school.”
+
+In fact, as a teenager, Hatley developed multiple sides to his identity. At Stephenville High, he was quiet, uninvolved with girls or sports, arranging his classes so he could leave early to help his father at work. Among family, he could be outspoken, even pushy, says Cindy Hayes, who was his first cousin (their mothers were sisters, and the two families spent Thanksgivings and Christmases together).
+
+“Cindy always felt Scott was a bully in the family,” Roy Hayes, who knew Hatley since kindergarten, told me. “He often talked down to other family members like they were slow. Kidded them about being dumb and voting Democrat. He often would pick on siblings and cousins as he got bigger, knowing his mom would not let the family stand up to the baby.” He adds, “He thought he was smarter than everybody.”
+
+Roy was one of the few who seemed to sense Hatley’s dark side. When Cindy urged him to bond with her cousin over a shared love of books, Roy was put off by Hatley’s preoccupation with true crime, especially stories of serial killers such as the Son of Sam. “Even back then, he was drawn to darker stuff,” Roy says.
+
+At thirteen Hatley began tagging along when his sister and her friends cruised the drag, and when one of them handed him a beer, he found his first true love: “Booze!” he writes. “My mind that always worked too fast slowed down and I could focus for the first time in my life. From the first buzz I knew that alcohol is what I craved, what I needed, what I had to have.”
+
+His other fixation was pornography, which in those days he found in magazines. He hid them, and a stash of vodka, from his parents for years. As a self-described “fat anti-social kid,” Hatley lamented that he never had a girlfriend. “I have often wondered how my life might have turned out if I had learned about relationships at an early age, how to love, care and share with a woman.”
+
+During his senior year, in 1984, Hatley joined the Air Force Reserve and was training at Carswell Air Force Base, in Fort Worth, to become a munitions specialist. After graduation he endured reservist training in San Antonio before transferring to Colorado for technical school at Lowry Air Force Base, outside Denver. At the dormitory, he met a young, serious, dark-haired woman from Ohio. Hatley had never even kissed a girl. He calls it love at first sight.
+
+Late one night, they slow-danced to Prince’s “Purple Rain.” On weekends they made love in a cheap hotel. It was the happiest time of his life, Hatley writes. On impulse, they married. Neither their commanding officers nor his parents were thrilled.
+
+Once training ended, Hatley opted not to enlist in the Air Force, but his wife did. She was assigned to a base on the Pacific island of Guam, and after a few months of separation, he joined her there, walking off the flight into a land of azure ocean, white beaches, and deep-green jungle. From the moment they reunited, though, he knew that something was awry. “It seemed that the fire that had burned so hot in us had cooled just a bit,” he writes. “There was a story in her eyes I could not read.”
+
+She had rented them a small apartment in an outlying village, and at first, things went well enough. They were both heavy drinkers, which helped initially. When she went skydiving with her new friends, he would wait on the ground with a machete, slashing through the foliage when one of them inevitably landed in the jungle. He got a job at an insurance agency, selling policies to service members.
+
+The magic of their courtship, however, was gone. As the weeks wore on, she became distant, and they fought almost daily. Their love life flagged. For the first time in years, he began to pray. When things didn’t improve, he decided to pledge his life to Satan. There was just one problem. In a tragicomic moment, he realized he didn’t actually know how to contact the devil. “I had seen movies and it always seemed to start with candles,” he writes. “My wife had a house full of candles so I gathered some up and lit them. I got on my knees and asked Satan to help me out of my situation . . . I prayed that I would give him my soul for my freedom. If I could have only known what consequences my actions would bring to my life . . . May God have mercy on my soul.”
+
+It seems to have been a onetime thing, but the memory plagued him for years. In his manuscript Hatley returns to the incident again and again, wondering if his impromptu plea to Satan explained the things he would later do.
+
+He drank more in a vain effort to forget his troubles. This soon took a toll at work. His sales commissions shrank. Whether in need of money or to keep up appearances, he began using an office copy machine to crudely forge company checks.
+
+His wife, meanwhile, began going out alone. Hatley came to believe she was having an affair. Years later, he pinpointed this as the moment his life changed forever, giving him the “fuel that I would use to destroy my life . . . I just did not have the maturity or experience to overcome this kind of thing.”
+
+He called his mother, and she told him to come home. He stumbled off the plane “so drunk I could barely walk.” Stephenville was exactly the same as he’d left it. But he realized he wasn’t. “I was broken,” he writes.
+
+Now 21, Hatley went back to work for his father and eventually rented a small apartment. Making a stab at reinvention, he asked people to call him by his first name, Joseph. But he couldn’t put Guam out of his mind. It wasn’t just the end of his marriage. When his embezzlement was discovered, his old boss threatened to bring criminal charges unless he repaid what he had stolen. He indicates that he took out a bank loan to do so.
+
+When he wasn’t at work, he drank, usually vodka, sometimes starting after breakfast. He knew he’d lost control but didn’t care; when he suffered blackouts, he was relieved to depart reality. After he got a cold and took cough syrup, he liked it so much he began mixing it with the vodka: V-syrup, he called it. It became his daily tonic. In time he added a can of Pepsi, mixing it in a 44-ounce foam cup from Sonic, which he would sip during long drives in the brown pickup his parents bought him after graduation. They knew he was drinking, and when he disappeared they would search for him.
+
+He cruised the roads around Stephenville for hours, brooding, cranking up Mötley Crüe. What social life he had revolved around his sister Regina and her friends, all in their twenties. Many nights he joined Roy and Cindy Hayes and four or five others to drink and play cards around Regina’s circular kitchen table; they began calling themselves “members of the Round Table.” He took to sleeping with one of them, a married woman, a fleeting affair he dismisses as “two lonely people trying to feel loved.”
+
+![Roy Hayes holds a photograph of his late friend Susan Woods and his wife, Cindy Hayes, in his Stephenville home, on May 30, 2023.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-murder-8.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=1024&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=819&wpsize=large)
+
+Roy Hayes holds a photograph of his late friend Susan Woods and his wife, Cindy Hayes, in his Stephenville home on May 30, 2023.Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+At the kitchen table, Hatley talked openly about his impending divorce. The others worried about him, but not much. “I could tell the drinking was getting more and more,” Cindy says. “He was heavier, getting heavier every time we saw him.”
+
+Then, on a fateful night in July 1987, a new face appeared at the Round Table: Cindy’s best friend, Susan Woods. Though she was eight years older than him, Hatley had known Susan, and Michael, for years. The first marijuana he ever bought, he said, he bought from Michael, a claim Michael denies.
+
+That night in his sister’s kitchen, Hatley writes, he was drunk and thought Susan was flirting with him. He remembers flirting back. And that—a single evening, a single interaction, a single moment—was all it took.
+
+The following Sunday night, after another drunken drive, he decided to swing by Susan’s house unannounced. “You must understand that I did not set out that night to hurt anyone,” Hatley writes.
+
+She welcomed him in. In his telling, they listened to records and had a few joints—in fact, they were cigarettes. At some point, he writes, “I overstepped my bounds and Susan slapped me.” What happened next, Hatley says, was a blur.
+
+“By the time I came out of the fog I had brutalized her,” he writes. “At first she said she was going to tell what I had done to her. She then said she would not tell anyone if I just let her go. I found it interesting that she thought any of that mattered. I asked her if she believed in God. She said she did. I told her then you need to pray.
+
+“All of these years later I still do not know why I said that. I honestly do not know if I was mocking God or if I still had a little humanity left in me . . . All I know with certainty is the last moments of Susan’s life were spent in prayer. That night I took the life of a kind, sweet, loving woman who never did anything to me but show me kindness. My God I had become a monster.”
+
+![Downtown Stephenville.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-downtown-15.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=640&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=1024&wpsize=large)
+
+Downtown Stephenville. Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+Afterward he drove home. The police station was on his way. He paused at the adjacent stop sign and considered pulling into the station. Instead, he drove on. Four days later, news of the murder appeared in the *Fort Worth Star-Telegram*. “I wish with all my heart that I could tell you that I mourned for what I had done but that would be a lie,” he writes. “Reading about it in the paper was a high like I had never had before.”
+
+He went to the funeral, signed the guest book, noticed the loitering police officers, and felt nothing. When his group gathered in his sister’s kitchen for the first of a long series of boozy nights debating who might have killed Susan, Hatley was an enthusiastic participant. “He was drinking heavily and making jokes,” Roy says. “He’d call the cops the Keystone Cops. If you wanted to find a cop, you need to go to the doughnut shop. Maybe the murderer would wander in there.”
+
+It’s a sentiment that permeates Hatley’s manifesto. “A basic investigation would have identified me in only a few days,” he writes, terming the police hicks and rubes. “I could not believe that they never once interviewed me. A week before \[Susan\] was partying with us at the Round Table. My God how could they have missed that? \[Instead\] the detectives decided it had to be the ex-husband. They homed in on him and never let up. Yet another one of my victims.”
+
+Many evenings and every weekend Hatley hung out at Regina’s, drinking vodka and smoking in the backyard deep into the night. He soon noticed a fifteen-year-old girl who lived next door, Shannon Myers, a rebellious newcomer whose family had recently moved to Stephenville from Arkansas. Shannon spent much of her time partying at Tarleton State University’s fraternity houses. Her mother had all but given up trying to rein her in. She came and went as she pleased.
+
+That summer of 1987, bored and with little to do, Shannon befriended Hatley’s cousin Melissa, who babysat Regina’s two kids. Shannon began hanging out at the house. She vividly remembers her first meeting with Hatley, who was seven years older than she was.
+
+“He walked in and we kind of made eye contact and he just started paying attention to me,” she recalls. “No one ever took the time to sit down and really talk to me. And I was like, ‘This is nice.’ ” They struck up a friendship. “Just good old porch conversation. I saw more of the sweeter, caring side of Scott than most did.”
+
+Then, one night on Regina’s couch, he kissed her. “And we just started having the relationship there.” The next day they had sex at Regina’s house.
+
+They soon fell into a routine. Shannon would go out partying most nights, and then, after parking her blue Mercury Cougar back home, she would smell the cigarette smoke and hear the clink of ice in a glass, signs that Hatley was in the backyard waiting for her. She would wander over and they would end up having sex, often in one of Regina’s bathrooms.
+
+“Looking back on it now, he was very controlling,” she says. “When I’d leave, he’d ask, ‘Hey, where are you going?’ And I would tell him, and it was ‘What time are you going to be home?’ ”
+
+Shannon was being sexually abused by someone close to her family. She thinks that it made her easy prey for Hatley. “I needed to be loved,” she recalls, “and Scott played on that.” After sex, she says, “he kept telling me that I’m special, I’m the special one. And that still, today, sends shivers through my spine.”
+
+![Shannon Myers Stephenville](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-shannon-14.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=1024&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=819&wpsize=large)
+
+Shannon Myers in April 2023.Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+After several weeks, Shannon says, her mother discovered what was happening. “She didn’t like the age difference,” she says. Distraught, Shannon’s mother confronted Hatley in a Kmart parking lot. He promised to end the relationship, as did Shannon, but they didn’t. When Hatley started renting an apartment, he and Shannon began meeting there.
+
+One night in September, Shannon took her white poodle, Deedee, to the apartment. Lately she had sensed that Hatley was under some kind of stress—today she speculates that it had to do with Susan’s murder—but what happened came out of nowhere. When they began to have sex, he seemed more forceful, more aggressive.
+
+“And I kind of backed away and was like, ‘Hey, stop, you’re hurting me,’ ” Shannon remembers. “And, well, as soon as I said ‘stop,’ all hell broke loose. In his eyes was a coldness. And I was like, ‘Okay, what the heck’s happening?’ He took a knife out and held it to my throat.”
+
+She didn’t object, she says, out of concern that Hatley might hurt Deedee, who had begun to growl. “Me, fifteen-year-old me, I was worried about my dog,” she says. “And then I finally pushed him off me, and I grabbed my dog, and I ran out.”
+
+She was fast-walking home when Hatley pulled up alongside her in his pickup. He asked to give her a ride, and at first she refused, so he apologized. “And I looked at him, and I didn’t see that anger in his face anymore.” She got in the vehicle. In her driveway, “he looked at me and put his hand on my face and said, ‘I’m sorry. I love you.’ And I said ‘Love you’ back.”
+
+When Shannon told her mother about the assault, she insisted on going to the police. While being interviewed at the station, Shannon sensed the officers’ skepticism once she said she and Hatley had an ongoing sexual relationship. She says her reputation as a “wild child” probably influenced her treatment. “It was ‘he said, she said,’ ” Shannon remembers. “They just viewed it as I was the crazy one.”
+
+But according to Hatley’s journals, the police gave so little credence to Shannon’s story that he didn’t even have to contest the accusation. When an officer paid him a visit, he thought he’d soon be linked to the murder. “That did not happen. What happened was the \[officer\] told me that this was a screwed up little girl so I should stay away from her. Incredible!”
+
+Deeply frightened, and confused by the police department’s refusal to prosecute, Shannon cut off contact with Hatley, though she continued visiting his cousin Melissa next door in daylight hours, when he was gone. Once, when she hadn’t realized that Hatley was in the house, she overheard him arguing with his sister. “They were having a conversation about ‘Well, you shouldn’t have messed with her,’ ” she recalls. “And he goes, ‘Yes, but I love her.’ And she goes, ‘But she’s fifteen!’ ”
+
+The police visit, meanwhile, left Hatley deeply paranoid, convinced he would soon be arrested. He lived near the station and, each day, watched cruisers drive past his apartment. He dreamed of taking Shannon on a cross-country crime spree à la Bonnie and Clyde and writes that she was initially receptive. She strongly denies this. According to Shannon, their only communication was a barrage of plaintive phone calls and letters. “He basically stalked me.” She ignored him.
+
+Nine months passed. She tried dating boys her age, but after a difficult breakup, she finally agreed to see Hatley again. It was July 1988, a year after Susan’s death. “I was over at Regina’s house, and he was already there,” she recalls. “And he goes, ‘Hey, can I talk to you? I miss you.’ And I’m like, ‘Oh, I miss you too.’ ” Shannon was still uneasy. “I didn’t really trust him. I feared him a little bit.”
+
+Sometime later, Hatley called her at home one evening. “He kept saying, ‘Shannon, I really want to see you tonight. I need to explain why I did what I did to you.’ And the sixteen-year-old me wanted answers. You know, ‘If you loved me so much, why did you hurt me?’ ”
+
+They met in a laundromat parking lot. The moment she climbed into his truck, “I immediately knew I made a mistake,” she says. “We drove off, and he locked the door and he goes, ‘Come over and sit beside me.’ Just the way he was talking to me was totally different. He had aggression in his voice. And I was doing exactly what he told me because I was afraid.”
+
+As they drove, though, he kept telling her they were destined to be together, and she briefly warmed to him. “I’m just wanting to be loved and accepted,” she says. They pulled up to a roadside park south of town, where Hatley parked out of sight of the road. “As soon as we got there, everything changed,” Shannon goes on. “He turned back to that night when he raped me with a knife, the look in his eyes and everything, and I knew I was in trouble.”
+
+He pressed her to have sex, and when she refused, he slapped her. They got out of the truck and sat on a picnic table. “He immediately started taking off my clothes, and we ended up having intercourse, and it was brutal.” He started hitting her so hard it knocked her unconscious. After she came to, she felt blood coming out of her ear. He raped her repeatedly, taking breaks to smoke a cigarette and have a drink.
+
+Thinking he would kill her and hide her body, Shannon began tossing her things—a hairpin, her bra, the beret she was wearing—hoping the police might find them later. “I fought for my life there,” she says. “I remember going in and out of consciousness and thinking I’m not going to get out of here alive. And there was a little bitty spring, because it rained a few days before, so it was a little muddy. He took me by that water. Scott had a fascination with water and having sex in the bathroom. That’s where he wanted to have sex every time at Regina’s.” He pushed her face into the little spring as he raped her again. Police later surmised that it was the same fantasy he had acted out with Susan.
+
+It went on like this for six hours. “I knew I had to turn the tables on him in order to survive,” she says. “I knew I had to convince him that I loved him.” Eventually, they got back into the cab of the truck, and Shannon sat as far away from him as she could. “And he goes, ‘No, I want you over here by me.’ And that was probably one of the scariest minutes of my life. Do I breathe? Do I don’t breathe? I was scared to make a sound and scared to show my face, because if I showed my face he’s going to see that he did damage to me.” If he saw the blood and bruises and realized the severity of what he’d done, she feared, he would know that this time the rape could not be swept under a rug.
+
+“So I looked down real fast and he couldn’t see the bruises; he couldn’t see the swelling. And he was caressing the side of my face and he goes, ‘Are you okay?’ And I’m like, ‘I’m okay.’ And I said, ‘I just want to start my life with you.’ And he goes, ‘I’m sorry for what I did.’ And I said, ‘It’s okay. I love you. I just need to listen to you.’ And I remember saying that to him and he goes, ‘Don’t you turn me in.’ I said, ‘I’m not going to say anything,’ and he believed me.”
+
+He reached under the dashboard and turned on the ignition. He drove her to the laundromat parking lot and left her just before the sun rose. “I’ve never ran so fast in my life,” Shannon says. When she got home, she fell into her stepfather’s arms, and he yelled for her mom. They rushed her to the hospital.
+
+This time her account was taken seriously. Nurses administered a rape kit, if awkwardly; it wasn’t clear if any of them had done it before. Because the attack had occurred outside city limits, the investigation fell to the Erath County Sheriff’s Office, whose deputies soon arrived at the hospital to interview her. Badly bruised and bloody, but still alive, Shannon Myers told them everything.
+
+The next morning, Hatley was awakened by a knock at his door. Glancing through the curtains, he saw that it was a deputy sheriff. He took a swig of vodka and fetched his pistol. He prepared to shoot the deputy as soon as he entered the apartment. But the officer left when no one came to the door.
+
+Hatley assumed that the authorities would soon return in force. He packed a bag, threw in his pistol, and drove to the bank, where he drained his account. Then he headed west, no clue where he was going. That night he drank beer in an El Paso motel, staring out at Mexico. The next day he went farther west, thinking he might see the ocean in California, but when he spied billboards for Las Vegas, he steered there instead.
+
+He had no plan. Days, he drank and wandered. Nights, at a motel on Fremont Street, he drank more and pondered suicide. More than once he put the gun into his mouth. Running low on money, he walked into a strip-mall shoe store, tried on a pair of shoes, then pointed his gun at the saleswoman. He trotted out with $120, the shoes, and a powerful adrenaline rush. After that, he tried to rob a hotel clerk, but the man barely understood English and started shoveling him handfuls of coins. Hatley became enraged and was about to shoot him but took off when someone approached the outside door.
+
+The next day, while scouting new targets, he noticed a motorcycle policeman behind him. A moment later, three patrol cars appeared. He drew his gun into his lap. A helicopter hovered into view. When the patrol cars hit their lights, he heard a voice on a loudspeaker telling him to pull over. He eased into a Denny’s parking lot. For a moment, he considered starting a gunfight. Instead, he crawled out and lay on the pavement and was arrested. Thrown into a holding tank, Hatley waited for the Stephenville police to arrive and haul him back to Texas to answer for the rape and no doubt the murder.
+
+They never came.
+
+![Scott Hatley after his 2006 arrest.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-murder-12.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=640&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=1024&wpsize=large)
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+Scott Hatley after his 2006 arrest. Courtesy of Erath County Sheriff’s Office
+
+In a Las Vegas courtroom, Hatley was convicted of two counts of armed robbery and faced a thirty-year sentence for each. Instead, a judge, noting his age, sentenced Hatley to 120 days in a youth offender program. After he served that brief stint, his parents drove him home. By the time he arrived back in Stephenville, it was becoming clear that his escape west had been a misjudgment. It turned out there was no reason to have fled. A grand jury had already declined to indict him for the rape.
+
+His parents had fought it in his absence. “His mother went to the church and got all the members of the congregation to sign up about what a great boy he was,” Roy recalls. According to Don Miller, the Hatleys hired a private investigator who “did a hatchet job on Shannon.” Miller said that at the time, if you could prove the victim was promiscuous, the charge would likely be dismissed. “Hatley was clean-cut,” Miller says. “He was a Stephenville kid. One of us, you know? Shannon, well, she did not enjoy that reputation.”
+
+Shannon thought Hatley would be jailed for years in Nevada, so she was stunned when she spotted him back in town. She told police, who hadn’t known either. She assured herself that the sheriff’s rape investigation would put him away. Then came the official letter in the mail. “I was reading it,” she says, “and I’m like, ‘What does this mean, not indicting him?’ What does this mean, ‘lack of evidence’?” She went over to her neighbor’s, who helped her make sense of it. “And she’s trying to find the words, and she goes, ‘They should have indicted him.’ I was confused. I was hurt. I felt like I was raped all over again.”
+
+Several of those involved in the Stephenville law enforcement community now acknowledge the egregious injustice. There were multiple failings. It’s easy to criticize the Stephenville police for focusing so much of their energies on investigating Michael Woods, and for so casually ignoring Shannon’s first rape allegation. Another serious criticism could be directed against the Erath County Sheriff’s Office, which failed to pass on to police what Shannon told them of Hatley’s admission to a previous murder.
+
+“Hindsight, heck yeah, we should have known about Hatley,” Miller says. “But in all of the statements and reports we did, none of Susan Woods’s friends ever mentioned he was in her circle. The only red flag would have been if somebody in the sheriff’s office would have listened to what Shannon was saying, and really listened to her, and correlated it over to Susan Woods. But to my knowledge no one ever knew they had even met. I had no idea. And Donnie didn’t either.”
+
+As for Shannon, she never understood what happened inside the grand jury, whose deliberations were secret. But afterward, she noticed that Hatley seemed to turn up in places she was visiting: at Regina’s, a fraternity party, and the skating rink. “He was following me,” she says. It was almost as if the grand jury decision had emboldened him. After seeing him at the rink, she took a friend with her and drove home. Hatley’s truck was already in the driveway next door.
+
+“I called him out,” Shannon says. “I’m like, ‘Scott, you need to come out now.’ ” He refused. “I’m like, ‘Quit being a chickenshit and come out and face me like a man.’ I stood up to him that night. We had words out in the front yard, and I told him to stop. I’m like, ‘You know what you did to me.’ ”
+
+He quit harassing her after that. Even so, Shannon’s life was beginning to crumble. Her mother and stepfather moved away, and she stayed with an uncle. Barely a year after the rape, in a bid for security of some sort, she suddenly got married to a local boy. It lasted ninety days. Afterward, she leaned heavily on a friend for support, but then he was killed in a motorcycle accident. “My world crashed,” Shannon says. At her lowest, she considered killing herself.
+
+Instead she fled, moving to Pasadena, southeast of Houston, with her mother when she was nineteen. She would seek professional counseling for years after that. Things never came easy. But, she told herself, she was still alive. She was a survivor. And she had escaped Stephenville.
+
+Back living with his parents, having gotten away with murder and rape, Hatley knew for sure he couldn’t stay in Stephenville. The specter of imminent arrest was ever present. He moved to Nashville and in 1993 got married, and he and his wife had two children. Like his older brother, Hatley became a truck driver. By his telling, he was a good one, valued by his company for the long hours he drove. He worked so hard, he says, his dispatcher once asked what he was running from. “Myself,” he said.
+
+Alone out on the road, Hatley writes, “I honed my skill at picking up broken women,” mostly in roadside bars. If he violated the law doing so, there is no known record of it. He took pills to stay awake on the road and ended up rear-ending another truck in Dallas, which led to his dismissal. He then took a job in a Nashville grocery warehouse. It paid well, but his past remained a torment; he was never able to get the murder out of his mind. He drank every night and at all hours on weekends. His daughter was injured in a car accident and required extended bouts of physical therapy. His wife was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. When a tornado damaged their apartment complex, they moved into a duplex, only to see it destroyed when a drunk driver plowed through it. He began to believe that it was all God’s punishment for what he’d done.
+
+Years passed, five, then ten. His life calmed. In the late nineties, Hatley’s company proposed promoting him to help run a warehouse in Round Rock. Returning to Texas felt like a serious risk. “Deep down I knew it was a mistake but in the end my ego and greed won my emotional battle,” he writes.
+
+They found a nice poolside apartment, but Hatley’s drinking was destroying the marriage. He and his wife fought, sometimes violently. She later alleged that he beat her. His schedule didn’t help. He worked nights and slept most days, which is what he was doing one morning in 2006 when, after nineteen long years, they finally came for him.
+
+![The roadside park where Shannon Myers was raped in 1988.](https://img.texasmonthly.com/2023/06/stephenville-murder-10.jpg?auto=compress&crop=faces&fit=scale&fm=pjpg&h=640&ixlib=php-3.3.1&q=45&w=1024&wpsize=large)
+
+The roadside park where Shannon Myers was raped in 1988. Photograph by Nick Simonite
+
+It was June 6. As they drove from Stephenville to Round Rock that day, Don Miller turned to his partner and said, “Make no mistake, the day is six-six of ’06, and we are about to meet the devil himself.”
+
+A few months earlier, after reading the file on Shannon’s rape, Miller had tracked down Hatley in Round Rock. He asked police there to bring him in for questioning. The man who appeared voluntarily in a police interrogation room the next day was a forty-year-old warehouse supervisor, nearly three hundred pounds, with close-cropped dark hair and a matching mustache. When Miller told Hatley why they’d come, he seemed blasé, almost bored.
+
+“He comes in and tries to act calm, cool, and collected, nonchalant, which to me is a big red flag,” Miller says. Innocent people tend to heatedly deny false allegations. “That’s not what he did. He just said, ‘I didn’t have anything to do with it. Maybe I might have had sex with her. I don’t remember. I don’t think so.’ ”
+
+Miller wasn’t seeking a confession and didn’t need one. The physical evidence was enough for an arrest, and Hatley agreed to provide his DNA. When it matched the material found at the scene, as Miller was confident it would, a conviction would likely follow. So he didn’t push. When he asked why Hatley’s fingerprints had been found at Susan’s, the man shrugged, insisting that “members of the Round Table” spent many evenings there. At one point, a Round Rock officer took Miller aside and told him to keep talking. Hatley’s wife was considering charges of her own.
+
+The next day, Round Rock police reinterviewed him. Just as Miller had anticipated, Hatley now claimed he’d had a “kinky” affair with Susan, an assertion that Miller knew was a lie. Meanwhile, Hatley’s wife went ahead with the charges. That night, when Hatley took his family to dinner at IHOP, Round Rock police descended on the restaurant and arrested him on domestic abuse charges. A few days later, Miller filed the arrest warrant for the murder. When the results came back on the DNA, Hatley’s genetic material matched that on the cigarette butts.
+
+The news landed like a meteorite in Stephenville. Before the arrest was announced, Miller found Susan’s father at the golf course. Miller told him they had the man who murdered his daughter. Joe Atkins refused to believe that it could’ve been anyone but Michael Woods. It was the same everywhere. “Nobody believed me,” Miller remembers.
+
+Roy and Cindy Hayes were among the doubters. Almost twenty years after Susan’s death, Roy was still irked at his treatment by police. Rumors of his involvement had cost him the career in law enforcement he’d planned and at least one other job, he says. He thought Cindy’s cousin Scott was now being wronged in the same way. Not until Miller personally explained the evidence did Roy and Cindy come around. This caused a rift with the Hatley family. Roy remembers Hatley’s mother telling them, “We need to circle the wagons. It is our family against the cops.” According to Cindy, “It tore our family completely apart.”
+
+Michael was in a college class when Miller phoned. Although he’d already been cleared, he had never felt truly safe with the case still unsolved. He took the call outside. “I hadn’t had a cigarette in a year,” he says. “My professor, who came out with me, gave me one. I needed it. I cried a little bit. It was surreal: they finally got him. I was beginning to think they never would.”
+
+It took forever for Miller to track down Shannon Myers. She had been so traumatized by the two rapes that she had “basically gone into hiding,” she says. For years she was stricken with panic attacks and migraines. News of Hatley’s arrest offered her the validation Stephenville had never given her. Today, after years of therapy, Shannon is happily married and working in the Houston area.
+
+“When Miller called me, oh Lordy. I was mad. I was relieved. ‘Now you’re finally listening?’ ” Shannon says. “He kept telling me, ‘I believe you. I believe you.’ And that’s what I needed to hear.” She’s grateful the full story is finally being told, she says, “because I truly believe there are other victims out there. He was a trucker, remember. I can’t be the only one.”
+
+There was no showy trial, no dramatic perp walk, no teary confessions. Confronted by the physical evidence, Hatley quietly [cut a deal](https://www.myplainview.com/news/article/Man-sentenced-to-30-years-in-woman-s-1987-death-8640961.php) to serve thirty years. It wasn’t what some had hoped for, but Susan’s parents wanted to avoid the attention of a trial, and Hatley agreed to testify against one of his new cellmates in the Stephenville jail.
+
+He was sent to Huntsville, where in time he claimed to have rediscovered religion, wrote his manifesto, and, in 2017, was diagnosed with bladder cancer that soon went into remission. Released the following year on good behavior, [having served just eleven years](https://web.archive.org/web/20210610120404/https://www.yourstephenvilletx.com/news/20180801/confessed-murderer-released-from-prison-family-appalled), he entered a halfway house in Midland, found a job repairing oil-field trucks, and, after being laid off at the outset of the coronavirus pandemic, moved into an RV park outside Abilene to be near one of his daughters, Amanda. He was sober, and things went well for a time. It didn’t last.
+
+“I don’t know what happened, but I’m pretty sure he started drinking again,” Amanda says. “He distanced himself from us. He didn’t come around for months at a time, then he’d just pop up at the door. I told him he needed to call, and we’d have a big fight.”
+
+On Halloween 2021, Hatley told her his cancer had returned and spread to his spine. Six weeks later his landlord found him dead on the floor of his trailer. He was 56.
+
+Hatley had never admitted to Amanda what he had done in Stephenville. She learned the details only after she read his manuscript. “All those things he did, the rape and the violence, he did those same things to my mom,” Amanda says. “So it didn’t surprise me.” She pauses to regain her composure. “I don’t know what to tell you. My dad was just a really bad guy.”
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-When it became clear Roe v. Wade would be overturned, Choices Center for Reproductive Health looked to move abortion services from Memphis to Carbondale, Illinois, where abortion would remain legal. Choices braced for expected anti-abortion demonstrations and hired a security guard. When it became clear Roe v. Wade would be overturned, Choices Center for Reproductive Health looked to move abortion services from Memphis to Carbondale, Illinois, where abortion would remain legal. Choices braced for expected anti-abortion demonstrations and hired a security guard. When it became clear Roe v. Wade would be overturned, Choices Center for Reproductive Health looked to move abortion services from Memphis to Carbondale, Illinois, where abortion would remain legal. Choices braced for expected anti-abortion demonstrations and hired a security guard. TOP AND ABOVE LEFT: NICOLE HESTER, THE TENNESSEAN/USA TODAY NETWORK; ABOVE RIGHT: CHRIS KENNING, USA TODAY
+When it became clear Roe v. Wade would be overturned, Choices Center for Reproductive Health looked to move abortion services from Memphis to Carbondale, Illinois, where abortion would remain legal. Choices braced for expected anti-abortion demonstrations and hired a security guard.
+TOP AND ABOVE LEFT: NICOLE HESTER, THE TENNESSEAN/USA TODAY NETWORK; ABOVE RIGHT: CHRIS KENNING, USA TODAY
Soon she sat on an exam table.
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![The Alamo Women’s Clinic in Carbondale, Illinois, April 2023.](https://www.gannett-cdn.com/presto/2023/05/03/USAT/d9042b21-ba57-44e7-a5c9-7e01f20460dd-5D5A4088.jpg)
-With the changing legal landscape, Alamo Women's Clinic looked to move out of Texas and Oklahoma and reopen in other spots including Carbondale. After some contractors were reluctant to work on the site, the clinic said, it operated without a permanent sign. With the changing legal landscape, Alamo Women's Clinic looked to move out of Texas and Oklahoma and reopen in other spots including Carbondale. After some contractors were reluctant to work on the site, the clinic said, it operated without a permanent sign. With the changing legal landscape, Alamo Women's Clinic looked to move out of Texas and Oklahoma and reopen in other spots including Carbondale. After some contractors were reluctant to work on the site, the clinic said, it operated without a permanent sign. CHRIS KENNING, USA TODAY
+With the changing legal landscape, Alamo Women's Clinic looked to move out of Texas and Oklahoma and reopen in other spots including Carbondale. After some contractors were reluctant to work on the site, the clinic said, it operated without a permanent sign. CHRIS KENNING, USA TODAY
In the year since Roe fell, few places in America have experienced the court’s radical redrawing of abortion access as intimately as some small, blue-state towns near red-state borders. States moved to restrict or ban abortions, and some clinics moved or opened anew in these border towns.
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A year ago, the story of how Carbondale would grapple with its new place on the fault-lines of America’s post-Roe landscape was just beginning to unfold.
Providers would have to move clinics and, in some cases, themselves. Could they serve the crush of women who had never heard of Carbondale – but soon would?
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Mississippi’s stretched health system deals with thousands more births after abortion ban
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-In December, as patients from across the country flowed in and out of Carbondale, employees at Choices Center for Reproductive Health kept up with their system. A whiteboard on one wall tracked each staffer's visit to each waiting patient. In December, as patients from across the country flowed in and out of Carbondale, employees at Choices Center for Reproductive Health kept up with their system. A whiteboard on one wall tracked each staffer's visit to each waiting patient. In December, as patients from across the country flowed in and out of Carbondale, employees at Choices Center for Reproductive Health kept up with their system. A whiteboard on one wall tracked each staffer's visit to each waiting patient. NICOLE HESTER, THE TENNESSEAN/USA TODAY NETWORK
+In December, as patients from across the country flowed in and out of Carbondale, employees at Choices Center for Reproductive Health kept up with their system. A whiteboard on one wall tracked each staffer's visit to each waiting patient. NICOLE HESTER, THE TENNESSEAN/USA TODAY NETWORK
Between July and December of 2022, more than 65,000 people were unable to receive a legal abortion in their home state, according to a [FiveThirtyEight analysis](https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/post-dobbs-abortion-access-66000/) of Society of Family Planning data, because of banned or restricted access.
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+They wanted it because they’d just gone through a bad breakup and needed an edge in the volatile dating market; because porn had warped their sense of scale; because they’d been in a car accident, or were looking to fix a curve, or were hoping for a little “software upgrade”; because they were not having a midlife crisis; because they were, “and it was cheaper than a Bugatti Veyron”; because, after five kids, their wife couldn’t feel them anymore; because they’d been molested as a child and still remembered the laughter of the adults in the room; because they couldn’t forget a passing comment their spouse made in 1975; because, despite the objections of their couples therapist, they believed it would bring them closer to their “sex obsessed” husband (who then had an affair that precipitated their divorce); because they’d stopped changing in locker rooms, stopped peeing in urinals, stopped having sex; because who wouldn’t want it?
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+Mick (his middle name) wanted a bigger penis because he believed it would allow him to look in the mirror and feel satisfied. He had trouble imagining what shape the satisfaction would take, since it was something he’d never actually experienced. Small and dark haired, he’d found his adolescence to be a gantlet of humiliating comparisons: to classmates who were blond and blue-eyed; to his half brothers, who were older and taller and heterosexual; to the hirsute men in his stepfather’s Hasidic community, who wore big beards and billowing frock coats. After he reached puberty — late, in his estimation — he grew an impressive beard of his own, and his feelings of inadequacy concentrated on his genitals.
+
+None of Mick’s romantic partners ever commented on his size, but his preoccupation had a way of short-circuiting the mood. He tried several kinds of self-acceptance therapy, without success; whenever he went to the bathroom, there it was, mocking him. “Like an evil root,” he said of the fixation. “It gets in there and grows like a tree. But I think everybody has that on some level about something.”
+
+After high school, Mick decided to study art and moved to Berkeley, California, where his mother had spent her hippie years. Eventually landing in Seattle, he supported his life as an artist by working in the hospitality industry. His paintings often depicted a human body glowing, as if transfigured, in a geometric landscape.
+
+Over the years, Mick kept up with advances in male augmentation but wasn’t thrilled by the options. The gains from a vacuum pump were fleeting; hanging weights from the end of his shaft seemed like a painful investment for an uncertain result; and having a surgeon snip his suspensory ligament, which promised an additional inch or so, could lead to wobblier erections. It wasn’t until the spring of 2019, when he was 36, that he came across something appealing: a silicone implant shaped like a hotdog bun that could be inserted just under the skin of the penis to increase its girth and flaccid length.
+
+The device, called the Penuma, had been invented by James Elist — a silver-haired urologist who has been described on TMZ as “the Thomas Edison of penis surgery.” Elist’s procedure was touted as reversible, and, according to a rapturous article in GQ, more than a thousand men had already undergone it. It was also, as far as Mick could tell, the only genital enhancement on the market to have received the blessing of the Food and Drug Administration.
+
+The basic operation would cost $15,000 — roughly half of Mick’s life savings — though he added in a pair of discounted testicular implants, at seven grand more. He put down a deposit, told his long-distance boyfriend that he was taking a work trip and, on a sunny morning in September, arrived at Elist’s office, in Beverly Hills. A framed copy of the GQ story — cover line: “We Have Huge News About Your Manhood” — hung on the wall of the exam room. Elist strode in, directed Mick to drop his pants and rolled Mick’s scrotal sac appraisingly between his fingers, as though it were a piece of fruit at a market stall.
+
+Elist’s hands seemed reassuringly delicate, but Mick wanted to see the implant before it was put inside him. The surgeon clicked open a briefcase containing three translucent sheaths: Large, Extra Large and Extra Extra Large. The device felt stiff to Mick’s touch, but Elist told him that over time it would soften to the consistency of a gummy bear.
+
+The consultation lasted about five minutes, Mick recalled. He signed a stack of consent forms and releases, including one that said his consultation had lasted more than an hour, and another promising “not to disclose, under any circumstance,” his “relationship with Dr. James J. Elist.” The operation took place the same morning in an outpatient clinic up the street. In the preop room, awaiting his turn, he watched “Rush Hour” in its entirety on a flat-screen TV.
+
+When the surgery was over, Mick, still groggy from the general anesthesia, took an Uber to a Motel 6 near the airport, where he spent the next five days alone on his back, his penis mummy-wrapped in gauze. Morning erections were excruciating. Sharp jolts seized his crotch whenever he peed, which he could do only by leaning over the bathtub. He’d anticipated some discomfort, but when he changed his gauze, he was startled to see the corners of the implant protruding under the skin, like a misplaced bone.
+
+Back in Seattle, the Penuma’s edges continued to jut out, particularly on the right side, although the testicular implants looked fine. He decided not to tell his boyfriend about the operation: talking to him would only make it seem more real, and he wasn’t yet prepared to entertain the possibility that he’d made a terrible mistake. When he emailed Elist’s clinic the staff urged patience, counseling him that he was “continuing to heal as we expect.” Then he began to lose sensation.
+
+“I know it’s been just three weeks and I’m following by the letter all the instructions but I’m a bit concerned about the look of it as you have seen in the pictures,” he wrote Elist.
+
+“It’s been 70 days since surgery and yet it feels like a shrimp,” he wrote in November.
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+“I’m so sorry for another email,” he wrote in December, “but I am freaking out about the fact I have zero sensitivity in my penis!”
+
+“Being totally numb is normal as mention\[ed\] in the past correct?” he asked later that month. “It will pass correct?”
+
+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Elist-17.jpg?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=614&q=75&w=800&s=8ff4235987fcf8267c67519f756b0af2)
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+After Mick received a cosmetic penile implant, he lost sensation in his penis. (This photo has been darkened to protect Mick’s identity.)
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+For much of the 20th century, urologists devoted themselves to the prostate, testes, kidneys and bladder. A man’s sexual function, or lack thereof, was largely considered a matter for psychoanalysts to puzzle over. It wasn’t until the late 1970s that a handful of researchers began demonstrating that erectile troubles, though occasionally psychogenic, were primarily vascular in cause. Their discoveries transformed the mercurial penis — John Updike’s “demon of sorts ... whose performance is erratic and whose errands seem, at times, ridiculous” — into a tamable medical object.
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+It was at this moment of upheaval that Elist entered the clannish, hypermasculine world of American urology. Raised in a Sephardic family in Iran, he completed a residency in Washington, D.C., just before the 1979 Islamic Revolution. Instead of going home, he remained in the States and went into private practice in Beverly Hills. There, he joined the vanguard of physicians who were treating impotence with a suite of novel procedures, such as injections and inflatable penile prostheses. “If the penis is the antenna to a man’s soul, then James Elist must be the Marconi of medicine,” Hustler announced in a 1993 profile. Larry Flynt, the magazine’s publisher, was among his celebrity clientele.
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+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/20230-DrElist_2023-06-20-215430_mxzo.jpg?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=6b9c3243669d7c07183387c5ea338445)
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+Dr. James Elist, a urologist in Beverly Hills, received his first Food and Drug Administration clearance for his invention, the Penuma, in 2004.
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+With the [blockbuster launch](https://time.com/5212572/viagra-20th-anniversary/) of Viagra, in 1998, Elist feared that demand for surgical cures for erectile dysfunction would fall, and decided it was time to diversify. Over the years, many of his patients had asked if he could make them bigger while he was down there. Walking around the 90210 ZIP code, where the median breast size seemed to balloon by the day, Elist realized that his next move was staring him in the face.
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+As he toyed with an early prototype for the Penuma, other doctors were dismissive. The penis — a tentacle that shrinks and swells with an exquisite sensitivity — was nothing like the breast; it wouldn’t be possible, they told him, to put something static under its elastic skin.
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+Because the FDA requires the pharmaceutical industry to conduct clinical studies of new drugs, it is often assumed that the same is required of medical device manufacturers. However, a loophole known as the [510(k) process](https://www.fda.gov/medical-devices/premarket-submissions-selecting-and-preparing-correct-submission/premarket-notification-510k) allows companies to implant untested products in patients as long as they can demonstrate that the devices are “substantially equivalent” to those already on the market. In September 2004, not long after Elist convinced the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office of the novelty of his invention, he informed the FDA that his “silicone block” was comparable to calf and butt implants. A month later, when the agency cleared the device for the “cosmetic correction of soft tissue deformities,” the word “penis” did not appear in its indications for use.
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+Despite the FDA imprimatur, persuading men to get the implant was a challenge, even after one of his patients, Bryan, a 20-something with biceps the size of porterhouse steaks, began modeling it for prospective customers. Bryan, who later referred to himself as Elist’s “spokespenis,” told me he also moderated content on My New Size, an online forum for male enhancement, where Elist’s invention was often extolled. Still, by 2014, the doctor was averaging barely 100 implant surgeries a year. It wasn’t until the 2016 GQ article that his device — newly christened the Penuma, an acronym for Penis New Man — was propelled from the margins to the mainstream. (The New Yorker, like GQ, is owned by Condé Nast.) By the end of the year, Elist was doing roughly 60 Penuma procedures a month, and his oldest son, Jonathan, left a job at McKinsey to become the CEO of International Medical Devices, as they called their family firm.
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+Prominent urologists had long seen penile enlargement as the remit of cowboys and regarded Elist as such, insofar as they regarded him at all. As part of Penuma’s gentrification campaign, Elist got the FDA to explicitly clear his implant for the penile region in 2017, noting in his application that the “unique anatomy, physiology, and function of the penis does not increase the overall potential risks.” At conferences of the Sexual Medicine Society of North America, his company also began to recruit “key opinion leaders,” as Jonathan put it, to advise the company and join its new board.
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+Among the KOLs in the field of sexual medicine are those who install the highest number of prostheses to restore erectile function, typically in prostate cancer patients or in men with diabetes. So entrenched is this hierarchy that specialists to whom I spoke frequently rattled off their colleagues’ stats. “It’s all about who has the biggest whatever and who has the bigger numbers,” Faysal Yafi, the director of Men’s Health at the University of California, Irvine, and himself a high-volume implanter, explained.
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+Elist’s first big catch was Steven Wilson, formerly a professor of urology at the University of Arkansas, who, until his apparent unseating by Paul Perito, a spirited upstart in Miami, was feted as the highest volume implanter in the country. (“Our Tom Brady,” Yafi said of Wilson, admiringly.) Wilson, a paid consultant for Elist’s company, helped vet skilled surgeons around the country who could be trained to perform the Penuma procedure. “The cosmetic revolution of the flaccid penis,” Wilson said, is urology’s “last frontier.”
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+On the conference circuit, where the goals of the revolution were the subject of fervid debate, Penuma surgeons argued that urologists were at a crossroads. They could cede the augmentation market to quacks and overconfident plastic surgeons, or they could embrace their vocation as the so-called champions of the penis, and in their hygienic, well-lit clinics provide patients with what they’d been asking for and might otherwise find an unsafe way to secure. When the tabloids [reported](https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/world-news/penis-enlargement-death-billionaire-diamond-16905885) in March 2019 that a Belgian Israeli billionaire had died on a Parisian operating table while getting an unknown substance injected into his penis, it seemed to prove their point. A month later, Laurence Levine, a past president of the Sexual Medicine Society of North America and a professor at Chicago’s Rush University Medical Center, successfully performed the first Penuma procedure outside Beverly Hills, kicking off the implant’s national expansion.
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+Soon afterward, the pandemic began fueling a boom in the male augmentation market — a development its pioneers attribute to an uptick in porn consumption, work-from-home policies that let patients recover in private and important refinements of technique. The fringe penoplasty fads of the ’90s — primitive fat injections, cadaver-skin grafts — had now been surpassed not just by implants but by injectable fillers. In Las Vegas, Ed Zimmerman, who trained as a family practitioner, is now known for his proprietary HapPenis injections; he saw a 69% jump in enhancement clients after rebranding himself in 2021 as TikTok’s “Dick Doc.” In Manhattan, the plastic surgeon David Shafer estimates that his signature SWAG shot — short for “Shafer Width and Girth” — accounts for half of his practice. The treatment starts at $10,000, doesn’t require general anesthesia and can be reversed with the injection of an enzyme. In Atlanta, Prometheus by Dr. Malik, a fillers clinic, has been fielding requests from private equity investors.
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+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Impotency.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=234565ceceefae5ed1f983f27008ae0a)
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+Elist’s first book, “Put Impotency In Your Past,” published in 1991
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+In a business that’s often reduced to a punchline, enhancement entrepreneurs are unusually vocal about the perceived or actual chicanery of their rivals, whom they see as posing a threat to their fledgling legitimacy. “What can we do to keep patients out of the hands of these charlatans?” Paul Perito, who developed a popular filler named UroFill, asked colleagues at a recent webinar attended by doctors across the world. He displayed a slide highlighting an ad by Victor Loria, an osteopath and erstwhile hair transplant specialist headquartered in Miami, whose permanent penile filler injections were on sale for $14,950. Loria’s concoction, mixed in-house, includes liquid silicone oil, which is typically used to refill damaged eyeballs. Perito described Loria’s methods as “practically criminal,” but Loria, who self-identifies as the highest volume permanent penile filler administrator in the nation, denies unethical conduct, defends the safety record of his product and told me that Perito and his “bandits” were just upset that he’d stepped into the urologists’ sandbox.
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+What the Penuma promised the urologists was effectively what it promised patients: the chance to make it even bigger. Even as costs soar, physician reimbursement rates from Medicare for complex operations have [declined](https://www.renalandurologynews.com/home/conference-highlights/annual-meeting-of-the-society-of-urologic-oncology/suo-2021/urologists-payments-from-medicare-have-shrunk/). Inserting an inflatable penile prosthesis to treat erectile dysfunction [brings](https://www.bostonscientific.com/content/dam/bostonscientific/Reimbursement/Urology/pdf/Prosthetic_Urology_Procedure_Coding_and_Payment_Guide.pdf) a surgeon around $800. For the Penuma procedure, which is not covered by insurance, that same surgeon can pocket six times as much.
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+During a call in January 2020, four months after Mick’s Penuma surgery, Elist told him that the sensation in his penis would return in time. Having invested so much, financially and psychologically, in the implant, Mick felt grateful for the doctor’s assurances and tried to focus on his paintings, producing several large acrylic canvases in which forlorn human figures appeared to be tossed about by waves. But the numbness of his penis reminded him of having a limb fall asleep, indefinitely.
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+In the paperwork Mick had initialed on the day of the surgery, a clause said, “The clinic highly discourages seeking information elsewhere as the information provided can be false, misleading, and inaccurate.” One day, though, Mick opened Google and searched “Elist,” “Penuma,” “numb.”
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+“I was looking for people to tell me, ‘Oh, yeah, I waited three months, and now everything’s fine, I am very happy,’” he said. Those people were hard to find.
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+A truck driver whose device dug into his pubic bone told me that he felt like a “prisoner in my own body.” An executive at an adhesive company, who hid his newly bulging crotch behind a shopping bag when walking the dog, began to have nightmares in which he castrated himself. A sales specialist at an industrial supply store sent me his diary, which imagined Elist as its addressee. “I wish you would have told me I would lose erect length,” he wrote. “I wish you would have told me it could shift and pinch my urethra and make it difficult to urinate.”
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+It was tricky to bend over to tie the laces of winter boots, tricky to slip on a condom, tricky to sleep in a comfortable position, tricky to stretch, tricky to spoon. “It makes you look like you’re always semi-erect,” a health-spa vice president said of his Penuma. “I couldn’t let my kids sit on my lap. I couldn’t jump on the trampoline with them. I even felt like a pervert hugging my friends. And God forbid you get an actual erection, because then you have to run and hide it.”
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+Not everyone minded. Kaelan Strouse, a 35-year-old life coach, was thrilled by both the “restaurant-size pepper mill” between his legs and the kilts he began wearing to accommodate it. Richard Hague Jr., a 74-year-old pastor at a Baptist church in Niagara Falls, said his implant made him feel like “a wild stallion.” Contented customers told me they were feeling better about their bodies and having better sex, too. But even they acknowledged that getting a Penuma could require adjusting not just to a different appendage but to a different way of life. As one pleased Elist patient counseled others, “You have to treat your penis like a Rolex.”
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+For dozens of Penuma patients who spoke to me, the shock of the new was the prelude to graver troubles. Some, like Mick, lost sensation. Others said they experienced stabbing pains in the shower or during sex. Seroma, or excess fluid, was not uncommon. When a defense-and- intelligence contractor’s girlfriend, a registered nurse, aspirated his seroma with a sterile needle, a cup of amber fluid oozed out. The one time they tried to have sex, she told me, the corners of his implant felt like “someone sticking a butter knife inside you.”
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+Some implants got infected or detached. Others buckled at the corners. Occasionally these protrusions broke through the skin, forming holes that would fester. The hole of the health-spa vice president was so tiny that he originally mistook its fermented odor for an STD. An engineer with gallows humor played me a video of the snorting crunch his penis made when air moved through a hole. He had two holes, and the skin between them eventually eroded so that a corner of the implant emerged, pearlescent.
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+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Elist-05.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=1066&q=75&w=800&s=47de1ccf2b489aff56e5737bf3fd7c3c)
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+A Penuma removed from a patient
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+Later, doctors unaffiliated with the Penuma would compare such penises to “a torpedo,” “a penguin,” “a pig in a blanket,” “a beer can with a mushroom sticking out on the top” and “the tipped-down nose of the Concorde.” But the imperturbable assistants at Elist’s clinic, besieged by photographs documenting these phenomena, told patients that they were “healing as expected” and “continuing to heal well!” It was only after months had passed and the men insisted they weren’t healing well at all that Elist would sometimes suggest that an “upgrade” to a bigger size would resolve their problems. (Elist said in a deposition that upgrades are “part of the process of the procedure,” noting that some patients “might need the upgrade with the larger implant or the longer implant, and that happens often.”) Faced with the prospect of more surgery, some men began, quietly, to seek other advice.
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+The subculture of penile enhancement remains shrouded in stigma, because for a man to admit that he wants to be bigger suggests that he isn’t big enough. In February, the rapper 50 Cent [settled](https://www.complex.com/music/a/tracewilliamcowen/50-cent-settlement-shade-room-penis-enhancement-case) his claims against the Shade Room, a gossip blog he’d sued for falsely insinuating that he’d had work done on his penis and subjecting him “to ridicule.” Only six of the 49 enlargement patients I spoke to agreed to have their last names printed, also fearing ridicule. In such a taboo and information-poor environment, anonymous testimonials can take on the authority of peer-reviewed journal articles.
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+Elist understood this dynamic. In addition to encouraging Bryan, the spokespenis, to post positive comments on My New Size, Elist tracked his own mentions on PhalloBoards and Thunder’s Place, other online forums for male enhancement, demanding that their moderators stop harboring “defamatory” statements. He offered a PhalloBoards user, after an abscess had formed, $5,000 for deleting his posts about the procedure and releasing the clinic from liability, according to a settlement agreement I reviewed. (Elist said through a spokesperson that the patient didn’t follow post-op advice, and that, while he was not able to respond to some of the accounts in this story because men had requested anonymity, complications were rare.)
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+A sign in Elist’s waiting room instructed patients not to speak to one another about medical issues (the better to protect their privacy, Elist said through the spokesperson). But Elist could only do so much to disrupt the communities of unhappy men coalescing online. As Mick pored over hundreds of posts, he was horrified to discover that he had been acting out a well-worn script. The others had also read the GQ article about the Penuma, learned that the implant was “reversible” and, heartened by the FDA’s clearance, put down their deposit. They, too, felt that their consultations were rushed and that they hadn’t had enough time to review the cascade of consent forms they’d signed alerting them to potential complications.
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+Emmanuel Jackson, then 26, was a model who had grown up in foster homes outside of Boston. He won a free Penuma in a contest in 2013, as part of a marketing campaign involving the rapper Master P. According to a complaint by the Medical Board of California, Jackson said he was given scripted answers for a promotional video, which later appeared on Elist’s YouTube channel. (Elist’s spokesperson said Jackson volunteered his positive comments in the video, and Master P, who once featured Elist on his Playboy Radio show, said through his own spokesperson that he was not involved with any YouTube testimonials for the implant.)
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+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Elist-10.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=923a6944dfdbf26aeead3af81e662769)
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+Emmanuel Jackson’s Penuma fractured into pieces.
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+Jackson didn’t find the other men online until 2018, around the time a doctor at the Cleveland Clinic told him his implant had fractured into pieces that were floating under his skin. A young Iraq War veteran whom Jackson met through PhalloBoards warned him that having the implant out could be even worse than having it in. “He told me, ‘Manny, you’re going to lose your mind,’” Jackson recalled. “He was right.” Medical records show that, not long after the fragments were removed, Jackson attempted suicide.
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+“I’ve been threatened for saying the things I’m telling you,” Mark Solomon said when I visited him in his waiting room, in Los Angeles, this spring. A plastic surgeon with an elegant Roman nose and a crisp white lab coat over a brown cashmere sweater, he’d learned the techne of male enhancement in Vienna in the ’90s. But he never imagined that, one day, nearly half his male practice would involve fixing the handiwork of other practitioners. Now, as much as he liked to joke that the last thing Beverly Hills needed was another plastic surgeon, he was doing such brisk business repairing Penuma complications that he’d relocated his practice from Philadelphia to an office down the street from Elist’s clinic.
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+As the number of Penuma procedures increased, a cottage industry emerged to treat what Solomon describes as a new class of “penile cripples.” William Brant, a reconstructive urologist in Salt Lake City, who told me he sees about 10 Penuma patients a month, noted “the deep despair of men who can’t unring the bell.” Gordon Muir, a urologist in London, said that he’s been taking out Penumas “all the way across the bloody pond.” But other reconstructive surgeons asked to speak confidentially, because they were afraid of being sued. Solomon had received a cease and desist letter from Elist’s lawyers arguing that the mere mention of Penuma on his website infringed on the implant’s trademark. (Solomon now notes his expertise in treating complications from “penis enlargement implants” instead.)
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+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Elist-04.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=937b27af3ef8bfac42fbe101fad9631e)
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+Part of plastic surgeon Dr. Mark Solomon’s practice consists of repairing Penuma complications.
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+From his satchel, Solomon produced a couple of biohazard bags. One held two sheaths of silicone stitched together with a blue thread: an early edition of the Penuma that he’d removed from a patient. The other contained a modern Penuma, a single piece with a built-in crease. “Once this goes in, these men are never going to be the same again, because their penis is never the same again,” he said.
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+When a foreign object is placed in the body, the body reacts by forming an envelope of tissue around it. In the penis, a retractable organ, this new tissue can distort shape and mobility, causing the penis to shorten and curve. The disfigurement can be exacerbated if the Penuma is removed, Solomon explained, since the penis can contract to seal up the vacuum of space — a phenomenon that patients have called the “mini-dick” or “dicklet” phase.
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+To counteract retraction and scarring after removal, some men engage in an elaborate penile rehab regimen. Solomon directs his patients to wear a condom with a metal weight at its tip six hours a day. Other doctors who remove the device — explanters, in the parlance — prescribe RestoreX, a contraption whose painful clamp and extension rods its users compare to a medieval rack. These daily stretching routines are sometimes accompanied by further revision procedures, as well as by prescriptions for Viagra and antidepressants. The great irony — lost on few — was that, after getting surgery to stop thinking about their penises, these men were now thinking about their penises all the time.
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+At conferences and in case reports, urologists across the country cautioned that, although they were seeing only the subset of patients unhappy enough to seek them out, the complications those patients presented ([“significant penoscrotal edema,”](https://www.ijcasereportsandimages.com/archive/article-full-text/100014Z15KO2021) [severe erectile dysfunction](https://academic.oup.com/jsm/article-abstract/18/Supplement_1/S80/7021346?redirectedFrom=fulltext) “necessitating placement of an inflatable penile implant during removal”) could be “devastating” and “uncorrectable.” Penuma surgeons, meanwhile, were [collecting](https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/36198339/) their own [data](https://classic.clinicaltrials.gov/ct2/show/NCT04985123), which showed that the complication rate was both low and comparable to that of other procedures. In the [largest study to date](https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/30145095/), published in The Journal of Sexual Medicine, Elist’s clinic surveyed 400 of the 526 patients who’d received a Penuma between 2009 and 2014. Eighty-one percent of the subjects who responded to the questionnaire indicated “high” or “very high” levels of satisfaction. Other surgeons told me they wouldn’t be associated with Elist’s invention if most of their patients (some of whom, they added, were urologists themselves) weren’t similarly pleased. On his website, one of the Penuma doctors dismissed PhalloBoards as being populated by patients who ignored post-op instructions and said it was propped up by “opportunistic” competitors. (Solomon is among a dozen doctors who sponsor PhalloBoards.)
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+Elist’s consent forms included a provision releasing the clinic from “any liability” if a patient receives post-op treatment elsewhere, but Mick, confused about whom to trust, online or off, decided to seek out a second professional opinion — and then a third, a fourth and a fifth. Some of the physicians he consulted were, as Elist had forewarned, baffled by the alien device. But Thomas Walsh, a reconstructive urologist and director of the Men’s Health Center at the University of Washington, was not. He was struck that Mick, like other Penuma patients, had the misapprehension that the device was easily “reversible,” as Elist and his network had advertised. “To fully consent to a procedure, the patient needs someone to tell him everything,” Walsh said. “He doesn’t need a salesman. The problem here is that you’ve got someone who is inventing and manufacturing and selling the device. That personal investment can create a tremendous conflict of interest.” (Elist, through his spokesperson, said his expertise with the device outweighs the conflict, which he freely discloses.)
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+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Walsh.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=5cf61e267ab5cb61af306287a2405c80)
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+Reconstructive urologist Dr. Thomas Walsh removed Mick’s Penuma.
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+Before removing Mick’s implant, in May 2020, Walsh ordered an MRI, which suggested that the device was impinging on the nerves and arteries at the head of his penis. Walsh also sent Mick to a neurologist, who, after prodding Mick’s shaft with a sharp metal tool, declared the glans to have lost “total” sensation.
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+There was no guarantee it would return. The challenge of removing a Penuma, Walsh told Mick, can lie in the detachment of a rectangular piece of mesh from the tip of the penis. Mesh prompts the body to create scar tissue, which binds together everything in its vicinity; to help the implant adhere, Penuma doctors stitched some near the head, an area dense with arborized nerves and blood vessels. Despite carefully planning the explantation, Walsh found himself disconcerted in surgery by the sight of his patient’s erogenous zone ensnared by the patch of plastic. “I feel like it’s sacrilege, wrapping a man’s neurovascular bundle in mesh,” Walsh later said. “How would anyone want to do that?”
+
+---
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+It has been hypothesized that a longer penis confers an evolutionary edge in launching the reproductive payload into the vaginal canal. But, as the journalist David Friedman recounts in “[A Mind of Its Own](https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/A-Mind-of-Its-Own/David-M-Friedman/9781439136089),” a cultural history of the male sex organ, some primatologists who have seen male apes brandish their genitals during a fight have posited that its purpose, if any, is simpler: to impress and intimidate rivals.
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+“They notice the penis of a brother or playmate, strikingly visible and of large proportions, at once recognize it as the superior counterpart of their own small and inconspicuous organ, and from that time forward fall a victim to envy for the penis,” Freud [wrote](http://faculty.las.illinois.edu/rrushing/470j/ewExternalFiles/Freud.pdf) in 1925. He was referring to the “momentous discovery which little girls are destined to make” about their lack of a phallus, but his description more precisely captures the “penis envy” that some men told me they’d felt after catching a glimpse of the competition. As John Mulcahy, a clinical professor of urology at the University of Arizona, put it, “It’s more of a locker room thing than a bedroom thing.”
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+Yet, after biological explanations for impotence triumphed and urologists wrested the penis away from the psychoanalysts, they seemed to overlook the man and the society to which it was attached. Critics of male enhancement said they had no desire to body shame men in search of something extra, noting that women who get breast implants can do so without provoking a moral panic. But, especially in the case of men with an unrealistic self-image, the critics worried that doctors seemed too eager to pitch a risky surgical procedure for what is a cultural, and, in some instances, a psychiatric, phenomenon.
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+What surgeons continually emphasized — the implanters with pride, the explanters with dismay — was that most of the men they were seeing had been of at least average size before going under the knife. (The photographic evidence men sent to me over text and email supported this contention.) “Most don’t have anything physically wrong with them at all, so what they don’t need is vultures preying on them, which is almost always a disaster,” Muir, the London urologist, said.
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+Along with other urologists and psychiatrists, at King’s College and the University of Turin, Muir conducted [a literature review](https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/31027932/) called “Surgical and Nonsurgical Interventions in Normal Men Complaining of Small Penis Size.” The research showed that men dissatisfied with their penises respond well to educational counseling about the average size, [which is](https://www.science.org/content/article/how-big-average-penis) 3.6 inches long when flaccid, and 5.2 inches erect. (The average girth is 3.5 inches flaccid, and 4.6 inches erect.) For men who have an excessive and distorted preoccupation with the appearance of their genitals — a form of body dysmorphic disorder — Muir said that cognitive behavioral therapy and medications may also be necessary.
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+Penuma surgeons told me they use educational videos, intake surveys and sexual-health therapists to make sure that the men they operate on have realistic expectations and to screen for those with body dysmorphia, though only a handful of the patients I spoke to recalled being referred to a therapist before their surgery.
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+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Model.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=a56c7eb00d1f9c76aba8f16bd557a4fd)
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+An anatomical model at the Men’s Health Center at the University of Washington
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+Shortly before the pandemic, Elist received a Google alert for “penile implant” and noticed something strange: a Houston urologist, Robert Cornell, had been issued a patent for the Augmenta, a device that bore an uncanny resemblance to his own. The previous year, Cornell had asked to learn about the Penuma “expeditiously,” saying that he saw a “real opportunity to expand the level of service” he offered to patients. Run Wang, a Penuma board member and a professor at the University of Texas MD Anderson Cancer Center, in Houston, had cautioned Elist that Cornell could be a bit of a snake, according to Jonathan Elist. But father and son chalked up Wang’s warning to the machismo of the Texas urological market, and Elist invited Cornell to shadow him as he performed four Penuma procedures. Now, as Elist thumbed through Cornell’s patent, he was startled to see his future plans for the Penuma, which he said he recalled discussing with Cornell, incorporated into the Augmenta’s design.
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+In April 2020, Elist and his company sued Cornell, alleging that his visit to Beverly Hills was “a ruse” to steal trade secrets. Later that year, when Elist discovered that Wang was listed as the Augmenta CEO and had assisted the penile startup with its cadaver studies, Elist and his company added Wang as a party to the suit. (Cornell and Wang did not comment for this story, though Wang denied through his counsel that he’d called Cornell a snake and said in court filings that he’d been named CEO without his consent.)
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+When deposed, Cornell said that he’d talked to Elist about marketing strategies, not proprietary specifics, and that his invention had been spurred by potential hazards he’d observed during the surgeries, particularly the use of mesh. As both teams began conscripting high-volume implanters as allies and expert witnesses, the fraternity of sexual medicine was sundered into warring camps. “This is a tiny smear of people, and they are fucking cutthroat,” one high-volume implanter told me of the intellectual property dispute. “It’s vicious because there’s so much money to make.”
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+Augmenta’s team endeavored to put the safety record of the Penuma on trial, securing Elist’s confirmation in a deposition that 20% of the patients in his 2018 study had reported at least one adverse post-surgical event. Foster Johnson, one of the Augmenta attorneys, also tracked down some of the patients who’d posted horror stories online. In 2021, he reached out to Mick.
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+A year had passed since Mick’s explant, and he’d entered a serious depression. He’d barely noticed when pandemic restrictions were lifted, because he’s continued to stay in his bed. Originally six and a half inches erect, he had lost an inch of length. Whenever he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he felt desperate.
+
+So did other post-removal patients. An FBI agent in his early 30s said that he was afraid he would never date again, let alone start a family, because his penis had shrunk to a stub. A Hollywood executive who’d undergone multiple surgeries with Elist told me, “It’s like he also snipped the possibility of intimacy away from me.” The defense-and-intelligence contractor, who’d traveled the country to consult six reconstructive surgeons, said he’d tucked a Glock in his waistband before one appointment, thinking he might kill himself if the doctor couldn’t help.
+
+Mick had come to believe that the only thing more humiliating than being a satisfied penile enhancement patient was being a dissatisfied one. Still, he tried to alert local news stations, the Better Business Bureau, the FBI, the district attorney, malpractice lawyers, the California medical board. No one returned his calls — “Who could blame them when it almost sounds like a joke?” — apart from an investigator with the medical board, who didn’t treat his distress as a laughing matter.
+
+Neither did Johnson, who decided to tip off a Houston-based firm that specializes in class-action complaints. Last year, a Texas man accused International Medical Devices of falsely advertising the Penuma as FDA cleared for “cosmetic enhancement” when it was, until recently, cleared only for cosmetic correction of soft-tissue deformities. Jonathan Elist called the lawsuit, which awaits class certification, meritless. “It’s not medical malpractice,” he said. “And it’s not a product-liability case, either, which is what one might expect from something like this.” His expectations proved prescient when, in March, a personal injury law firm in Ohio brought the first of what are now eight product-liability suits against the company. The lawsuits, all of which Elist’s spokesperson called “frivolous,” feature 10 John Does.
+
+---
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+Every surgical revolution is bloody by definition. When I met Elist, earlier this year, he underscored how many taken-for-granted medical breakthroughs had emerged from tweaks and stepwise developments. The breast implant had been dogged by ruptures and leaks in its early days. Even the celebrated penile pump — the object around which the egos of many eminent urologists now orbit — had taken years to overcome high rates of removals. Two decades of innovation had led to the current Penuma procedure, he noted, and during that time nearly everything about it had improved, from the deployment of a drain to the placement of the incision. “This procedure is like any other procedure,” he told me. “It has its own evolution.”
+
+Recently, the Penuma procedure evolved again. Elist had got rid of the vexing patch of mesh, and the company was shipping out a new model. He invited me to shadow him as he implanted it.
+
+The first operation of the day complete, Elist was in a giddy, expansive mood. As his next patient was put under anesthesia, Elist sat behind an imposing desk in a borrowed office and spoke about his forthcoming book, a collection of parables for spiritually minded surgeons titled “Operating with God.” His ghostwriter had rendered his voice so skillfully, he said, that he’d found himself moved to tears while reading it. Beside a gilt statue of a jaguar in the corner of the room, someone had propped a mirror with an image of Jesus etched at its center. As Elist recounted passages from his book, his merry face, crowned by a hairnet, hovered next to Christ’s.
+
+The surgery, which Elist said was supposed to take approximately 35 minutes, lasted twice as long. A surgical technician had covered the patient’s body in sheets until only his penis, gleaming beneath the overhead lamp, was visible. With a purple marker, Elist drew a dotted line close to where the scrotum met the shaft. A clamp pulled the skin taut, and he began to cut along the line. The scrotal skin gave easily, like something ripe, and a few seconds later, the man on the table let out a high-pitched sound.
+
+To stop the bleeding, Elist applied a cautery pencil that beeped each time it singed the skin, giving off smoke and a whiff of burned flesh. Alternating between his cautery tool and a pair of scissors, he deepened the incision, centimeter by centimeter, revealing the chalky tissue below, until he approached the pubic bone. Then, in a stage known as “degloving,” he began to flip the penis inside out through the hole he’d created at its base. Wearing the marbled interior flesh around his fingers, he trimmed the soft tissue and cauterized a series of superficial blood vessels, speckling the interior of the shaft with dark dots. For a few moments, a quivering red sphere popped up like a jellyfish surfacing at sea — an inverted testicle, he explained.
+
+A nurse unwrapped an Extra Large implant from its box and handed it to Elist, who used curved scissors to smooth its top corners. With a hook-shaped needle, he began to sew the implant into the inverted penis, and he asked his surgical tech to tie a “double lateral” knot. He barked the word “lateral” several times and sighed. “She’s never seen this procedure,” he told me. When he asked for wet gauze a few minutes later, she handed him a piece they’d discarded. “You know that it’s dirty,” he reprimanded her in Farsi. “It was on the skin. And you bring it for me?”
+
+I recalled that Zimmerman, the “Dick Doc” of Las Vegas, had compared his own visit to Elist’s operating theater to being “in the presence of a master conductor who can bring the whole orchestra together.” But as Elist chided his tech for being “a troublemaker” — she’d handed him the wrong size of sutures, an unnecessary needle, the wrong end of the drain, the wrong kind of scissors — it felt like watching the stumble-through of a student ensemble.
+
+Elist cauterized more tissue by the pubic bone to make sure the implant would fit there, and at this the patient’s breaths rose into a moan. Elist regloved the penis with the Penuma tucked under its skin. Too long, he decided. He slid the implant out part way and snipped a bit off the bottom. Pushing it into the shaft, he wagged it back and forth. “OK,” he said. It was done. The patient, who had arrived that morning average sized — four inches in length by four inches in girth — was now six by five. Later, through his spokesperson, Elist would say that the patient’s outcome was excellent. In the room, talk turned to preparing the table for the next man.
+
+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Office.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=2af173ccab494ea4d9086bfb1e53c209)
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+The office building in Beverly Hills where Elist’s clinic is located
+
+---
+
+Elist has always been keen to distance himself from other purveyors of controversial penile enhancement techniques — “gimmick” surgeons, he has called them. At one point during our conversations, which were punctuated by lively digressions, he said that some of his unscrupulous rivals reminded him of Josef Mengele, the Nazi doctor who conducted lethal experiments on prisoners at Auschwitz. “How do you allow yourself to put something on the patient’s body that you know gets infected?” he asked, as though addressing them directly. Sections of his [website](https://www.drelist.com/patient-education/myths-and-facts/dermal-fat-grafting/) and of a book he self-published in 2015, “[A Matter of Size](https://www.amazon.com/Matter-Size-Always-Wanted-Could-ebook/dp/B011543KW4),” are devoted to chronicling the macabre complications that can result from skin grafts and fat injections to the penis.
+
+When I reviewed old files in an underground archive for the Los Angeles County courts, however, I saw that, a decade before the Penuma came into being, Elist had been part of a coterie of LA surgeons promoting the very methods he now decried, with coverage in Hustler, Penthouse, Penis Power Quarterly and local newspapers like the Korea Central Daily and the Korea Times. One ad, in Korean, for the surgery center where Elist operated sounded a familiar note, promising a “life changing” procedure with no complications and “guaranteed results,” performed by “the Highest Authority in Urology in Beverly Hills,” “approved by the state government” and “authorized by the FDA.”
+
+At least 23 malpractice lawsuits have been filed against Elist in Los Angeles since 1993. (He has also been named as a defendant in product liability lawsuits regarding inflatable penile prosthesis brought by plaintiffs Dick Glass and Semen Brodsky.) The dockets indicate that some of the complaints were settled confidentially out of court, a few were dismissed and in one of two trials a jury ruled in Elist’s favor.
+
+It is not unusual for a doctor practicing for more than 40 years to be accused of malpractice, and it is not unusual, either, for patients to be self-serving in their recollections of informed consent, but as I scrolled through the microfilm I was surprised to see how many of Elist’s past patients — who’d received cosmetic surgeries, medical procedures or both — described the same MO. Three men alleged that they’d been asked to sign consent forms after being injected with Demerol, a fast-acting narcotic. A number of foreign-born patients seeking treatment for erectile dysfunction alleged that they were given forms in English, which they couldn’t read, and some of those same patients, who said they’d thought they were undergoing a vein-cleaning procedure, alleged that they awoke from surgery to find themselves implanted with a penile prosthesis for erectile dysfunction. Multiple patients who said they’d turned to Elist for a functional issue alleged that they’d been upsold enhancement procedures that resulted in their disfigurement. Ronald Duette, a 65-year-old property manager and auto detailer who filed a malpractice case in 2021, told me that a consultant at Elist’s clinic had encouraged him to get the Penuma by reassuring him that Elist had one himself.
+
+Elist’s spokesperson told me that Duette’s allegations and the claims in the other lawsuits are false; that Elist does not have a Penuma; and that Elist is a gifted, responsive and exacting surgeon, supported by conscientious employees, who does not rush his patients and performs additional surgery only when medically appropriate. The spokesperson said Elist was not aware of any patients suffering extreme dissatisfaction or sleeplessness or mental health crises as a result of Penuma surgery, and noted that complications were more likely when patients failed to comply with post-op instructions. The spokesperson disputed some particulars of Mick’s account (Mick waived his medical privacy rights so that Elist could discuss his records) and said this article “cherry-picks and sensationalizes” outlier cases.
+
+Elist told me that what his critics failed to grasp, whether by dint of envy or closed mindedness, was that for every dissatisfied customer there were many more whose lives had improved immeasurably. Nobody hears about the happy implantees, he said, because “unfortunately people are not willing to come out and talk about penile enlargement.”
+
+All nine deeply satisfied Penuma patients I spoke to, several on the recommendation of Elist and his associates, said they would do it again. “I can give someone pleasure and see it in their eyes,” an industrial designer said. “That’s the part that makes me almost cry.” But hearing some of their stories I found myself wondering whether the difference between happy and unhappy customers was less a matter of experience than of its interpretation. Two men said they’d needed a second surgery to replace their implants when complications arose, and one continued to volunteer as a patient advocate even though he’d had his Extra Extra Large removed. He explained: “It was very uncomfortable for my wife. She was getting microtears and was considering getting a procedure done to enlarge that opening.”
+
+Elist emphasized to me that “the best advantage of Penuma over any other procedure” was how easy it was to remove. He said that some patients even gained length upon removal. Last year, Penuma’s monthly newsletter, “Inching Towards Greatness,” featured the YouTube testimonial of a man who, after his removal, said that the procedure had still been “worth every cent.” This patient — who described his Penuma to me as a “life-ruiner” — said that he’d been under the influence of drugs the clinic had prescribed at the time. Elist, through his spokesperson, declined to comment on the matter; the video is no longer available.
+
+---
+
+In April, Mick received a letter from the office of California’s attorney general, notifying him of a hearing this October on Elist’s conduct. Since Mick had filed his complaint, the California [medical board had investigated](https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/23860738-cal-med-bd-accusation?responsive=1&title=1) the surgeon’s treatment of 10 other Penuma patients, including the contest winner Emmanuel Jackson and other men I interviewed. Alleging gross negligence and incompetence, the board accused Elist of, among other lapses, recommending that patients treat what appeared to be post-op infections with Neosporin, aloe vera and a bloodflow ointment; asking them to remove their own sutures; and deterring them from seeking outside medical care. Elist said through his attorney that innovative procedures like his are routinely reviewed by regulators; that many specifics in the complaint are false; and that a previous medical board complaint against him was resolved in 2019, when he agreed to improve his recordkeeping.
+
+Reading the letter from the attorney general’s office dredged up “dark thoughts from the ditch where I’d been burying them,” Mick said. In the three years since his Penuma removal, he estimates that he’s regained about 80% of the sensation in his penis, but his anger and sense of powerlessness have remained. In one of his last emails to Elist’s office, he wrote that he’d felt like “a testing mouse.” Given a recent expansion of Elist’s empire, the possibility that the surgeon might be censured, fined or lose his license now seemed to Mick beside the point. “They should have cut down the tree before it grew,” he said. “It’s too big now.”
+
+![](https://img.assets-d.propublica.org/v5/images/202306-Elist-06.JPG?crop=focalpoint&fit=crop&fm=webp&fp-x=0.5&fp-y=0.5&h=600&q=75&w=800&s=e6509bbc1d8c2924e5f3c5d017e9cfe2)
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+The Medical Board of California is investigating Elist’s treatment of Mick and 10 other Penuma patients. A hearing is scheduled for October.
+
+In Times Square, a billboard recently appeared: “MANHOOD REDEFINED,” it said, beside the URL for the Penuma website. A few weeks after Elist and his lawyer were served by the office of the California attorney general, Elist was traveling on the East Coast, training new recruits to his network. He has also been pitching interested parties in the United Arab Emirates, Qatar, Kuwait and South Korea, the world capital for cosmetic surgery. Colombia was already a go. “The Penuma is going to be the only procedure that surgeons not just in the United States but worldwide are going to accept,” Elist told me.
+
+In June, his company [rebranded](https://filmdaily.co/lifestyle/why-penumas-latest-male-enhancement-procedure-should-get-everyone-excited/) the updated Penuma as the Himplant, and the Augmenta trial unfolded in a federal courthouse in downtown Los Angeles. Elist testified with brio about his victimization at the hands of Cornell, who’d violated “the sanctuary” of his operating theater; the judge ruled with Penuma’s attorneys that the negative experiences of patients like Mick were irrelevant to the question of theft at hand. On June 16, the jury returned a verdict in Elist’s favor and invalidated Cornell’s patents.
+
+---
+
+Not long ago, I met Bryan, Elist’s former penis model, at a coffee shop in Orange County. He had undergone multiple surgeries with Elist, with two different iterations of the implant. He said he’d experienced complications and, in 2011, he’d had his second implant removed. The following year, Bryan ended up flying to Philadelphia for the first in a series of revision and enhancement procedures with Solomon, whom he’d learned about on PhalloBoards.
+
+This spring, he was released from prison, where he’d served time for participating in a car theft ring that a prosecutor described as highly sophisticated and that Bryan described to me as a matter of “incorrectly filled-out paperwork.” When he returned home, he got back into the enlargement scene. He now works as a paid patient advocate for Solomon — a role that involves fielding inquiries from men struggling with the fallout from unsatisfactory operations. The week before we met, Bryan had spent hours on the phone with Kevin (his middle name), an aspiring actor. Kevin said that he had undergone five surgeries with Elist, including two upgrades, a revision and a removal, and his penis no longer functioned.
+
+Still, Kevin had always found the surgeon to be caring, if a little preoccupied. “He reminded me of Doctor Frankenstein — the intensity of him wanting this thing to come to life,” Kevin told me. It sounded strange, he acknowledged, but before each operation he’d been filled with excitement. “You just feel relieved that you’re fixing something,” he said.
+
+At an appointment earlier this year, Kevin said, Elist promised to fix him again with a sixth procedure, but one of the surgeon’s assistants discreetly advised against it. Kevin thought he could spot “the other experiments” in the clinic from their loose-fitting sweatpants and the awkward way they walked. There were so many men waiting to see the doctor that they spilled into the hallway.
+
+[Kirsten Berg](https://www.propublica.org/people/kirsten-berg) contributed research.
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+# The Night 17 Million Precious Military Records Went Up in Smoke
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+Before the flames raced down the 700-foot-long aisles of the sixth floor, before the columns of smoke rose from the roof like Jack’s beanstalk, before the wind scattered military records around the neighborhoods northwest of St. Louis, before 42 local fire departments battled for days to save one of the largest federal office buildings in the United States, before the government spent 50-plus years sorting through the charred remains, Kathy Trieschmann sensed a faint haze.
+
+Trieschmann, who has asthma, had always been hyper-attuned to tiny changes in air quality. Growing up, she would often sleep in the basement because she could smell her father’s cigarette smoke through her bedroom door. So shortly after midnight on July 12, 1973, as she walked up the stairs of the massive National Personnel Records Center to clock out, she was one of the first to know something was wrong.
+
+That spring, as a freshman at St. Louis University, Trieschmann had received high marks on a placement exam for federal jobs, earning her a summer internship at the records center. The massive office building, a branch of the National Archives and Records Administration, held paper records for every American veteran or former federal government worker who had served in the 20th century. Trieschmann’s job, along with that of two dozen fellow interns, was to check the names and Social Security numbers of Vietnam War veterans, the last of whom had just come home, before the information was entered into the NPRC’s computer system. The work didn’t satisfy her creative drive—she’d go on to teach art in public schools for decades—but it was a step up from the Six Flags amusement park where she’d worked the previous summer. She earned $3.25 an hour, about twice the minimum wage.
+
+The summer interns worked from 4 pm to 12:30 am so they wouldn’t interfere with the employees who needed access to the files during regular hours. Except for a 30-minute dinner break at a nearby Burger King, they didn’t have much time to socialize; each of them was expected to verify between 1,200 and 1,400 records every shift, and their work stations were scattered across the 200,000-square-foot second floor. Often, Trieschmann says, she would go a couple of hours without seeing anyone at all.
+
+In the very early morning of July 12th, Treischmann finished her records and registered them with a file clerk in the building’s basement. Then she headed upstairs to go home. In the stairwell, she bumped into three fellow interns who were also on their way out, and mentioned the faint difference in the air. The group decided to investigate, and continued climbing the central stairway.
+
+When the students opened the door to the third floor, the air seemed thicker. They kept going. The fourth floor was murkier still, the fifth even worse. Trieschmann never considered turning back. She has always loved adventure; she used to go scuba diving in ocean caves. Something *interesting* was happening, and she wanted to know what it was. So she and her colleagues climbed one more flight of stairs, to a door that opened into the sixth and top floor. She remembered that this was where the older military records were kept, the ones from World War I, World War II, and Korea, but she hadn’t been up here since orientation. Now, as she pulled open the door, she saw the cardboard boxes neatly stacked on metal shelves as far as the eye could see.
+
+They were on fire.
+
+Had the group gone up a staircase on the periphery of the building and not the central one, Trieschmann likely would have seen only a thick cloud of smoke. Instead, she witnessed the earliest stage of a blaze that would occupy hundreds of firefighters for days.
+
+She began running back down the flights of stairs. “The records are on fire,” she shouted at the security guard, then watched as he picked up the phone to dial for help.
+
+The first call came into the emergency services dispatcher at 12:16 and 15 seconds. Twenty seconds later came another; a motorcyclist cruising by the building had seen smoke coming from the roof, and told another security guard. By 12:20, multiple emergency vehicles were on the scene. At first, firefighters rushed into the building, but soon turned back: The smoke was too thick and the flames too intense to safely work from inside. They were relegated to spraying water onto the roof and through the large windows that lined the building. It was about as effective as trying to stop a stampede with a traffic cone.
+
+Along with the interns, a few dozen other people worked the night shift. Most were custodians assigned to mop the floors, scrub the toilets, and empty the trash before employees arrived for work in the morning. According to an FBI investigation, few of them had any idea anything was wrong that night until they walked into the lobby to go home around 12:30 am and found out that the sixth floor was burning.
+
+After Trieschmann asked the guard to call the fire department, she left the building, but she didn’t go home. Instead, she and her three fellow interns walked out to the far edge of the parking lot, plopped down on the curb, and watched. They sat there for more than six hours, staring in horror as the flames grew exponentially bigger. “I had never seen a house on fire in real life, only in movies,” she says. “We knew this was people’s lives.” As the sun rose and the fire continued to intensify, Trieschmann was one of the few people on Earth who could even begin to grasp the magnitude of what was happening at 9700 Page Avenue.
+
+Kathy Trieschmann with her Keeshond puppy, Pele, at home in Wentzville, Missouri.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+The National Personnel Records Center fire burned out of control for two days before firefighters were able to begin putting it out. Photos show the roof ablaze, a nearly 5-acre field of flame. The steel beams that had once held up the glass walls jut at unnatural angles, like so many broken legs.
+
+As soon as the smoke began to clear, on the morning of July 16, National Archives employees sprinted in to try to save as many records as they could. Their primary goal was to prevent the boxes of files from drowning in water from the firefighters’ hoses. One discovered a clever hack: Squirting dish soap onto the rubber escalator handrails allowed them to gently but speedily evacuate wet boxes.
+
+Margaret Stender, now a partial owner of the Chicago Sky WNBA team, was a teenager in Alexandria, Virginia, at the time; her father, Walter W. Stender, was the assistant US archivist. Before she woke up on the morning of July 12, her dad had rushed off to the airport to fly to St. Louis, where he stayed for several weeks. He never told her much about the actual work at the records center before he died in 2018. But at her home in Chicago, Stender has a photo of her dad wearing a hard hat and carrying a box of records out of the building. “I thought he had a boring library job, and then all of a sudden he was rushing into a burning building like a superhero,” Stender says, laughing.
+
+The employees’ quick work saved many records on the five lower floors from extensive water damage. But the sixth floor, the one devoured by flames, held Army and Air Force personnel files from the first half of the 20th century. It was clear that the losses would be immense, but it would take weeks for the government to grasp the full toll.
+
+An Official Military Personnel File documents almost every element of a person’s time in the military. It includes the date they enlisted, their training history, unit information, rank and job type, and the date they left. It often lists any injuries, awards, and disciplinary actions, along with every place they ever served. The file contains a record that unlocks home, business, and educational loans; health insurance and medical treatment; life insurance; job training programs; and other perks the country has long considered part of the debt it owes its veterans. If a prospective employer needs to verify whether a soldier was honorably discharged or a military cemetery wants to know whether someone is eligible for burial, they can get those answers from the OMPF.
+
+At the time, the federal government preserved exactly one copy of the Official Military Personnel File of every veteran. For the 22 million soldiers who served in the Army during World War I, World War II, the Korean War, or any of the myriad smaller conflicts in the first half of the 20th century, that single copy lived on the sixth floor of the National Personnel Records Center, stuffed into one of those cardboard boxes.
+
+A few weeks after the fire, National Archives staff went public with the terrible news: Eighty percent of the Official Military Personnel Files for people who served in the Army between 1912 and 1960 were gone. Seventy-five percent of Air Force personnel records from before 1964 were too—except for those belonging to people whose names came alphabetically before Hubbard; their files were stored in a corner of the floor that didn’t burn.
+
+Altogether, 17,517,490 personnel records—the only comprehensive proof of service for all these Americans—had been wiped out of existence.
+
+Some of the most irreplaceable artifacts in world history have been destroyed by fire, from the papyrus scrolls at the Library of Alexandria to a fragment of Jesus’ crown of thorns at Notre-Dame de Paris in 2019. The fire at the National Personnel Records Center wrought a different kind of damage. Few of the individual records that burned held any particular national or global significance. Their primary value to historians was in the aggregate: 17,517,490 tiny bundles of evidence adding up to a thorough picture of Americans’ participation in some of the world’s most devastating conflicts.
+
+But even on their own, each of those 17,517,490 files was meaningful to *someone*—the veteran they represented, a genealogist on a research mission, a writer for whom tiny stories are themselves worth telling. Or a granddaughter, wanting to know more about her grandfather. “Archives are constructed memories about the past, about history, heritage, and culture, about personal roots and familial connections, and about who we are as human beings,” archivist Terry Cook, a key figure in the development of contemporary archive theory, wrote in 2012. “As such, they offer glimpses into our common humanity.”
+
+Agonizingly, 50 years on, there’s no easy way to figure out exactly whose files went up in flames. The only way to find out is to request a veteran’s record.
+
+A few years ago, I became obsessed with the story of my mother’s father. When I was a child, Grandfather—*never* Grandpa—took a special interest in me because I loved word games and sports, just like he did. Whenever we visited my grandparents in central Oregon, the two of us would start each day puzzling through the Jumble in *The Oregonian*. But Grandfather could be gruff; I knew from a young age that he didn’t have much tolerance for personal questions. I was in college when he slipped into dementia, the start of an agonizing six years. He died in 2012. I deeply regret that I never had the opportunity to have an adult conversation with him. There are so many questions I’d do anything to ask.
+
+Here’s what I did know: Fritz Ehmann was born in the last week of 1920 to a middle-class Jewish couple in a quiet neighborhood in northern Berlin. One of the few stories I remember him telling me about his childhood involved sneaking into the 1936 Olympic stadium to cheer for American sprinter Jesse Owens, with Hitler watching from a box high above. Two years later, when he was 17, Fritz left Germany. Thanks to his older sister’s husband, a Jewish American State Department employee, he escaped three months before Kristallnacht.
+
+After an eight-day voyage on the SS *Washington*, Fritz landed, alone, in New York City in the heat of August. He eventually found his way across the country to Portland, Oregon, where his brother-in-law had family. Midway through Hanukkah, his parents arrived in the United States to join him. Other relatives stayed behind; many died in concentration camps.
+
+When the US reinstated its draft in preparation to join the war, young men like my grandfather were initially excluded from serving abroad. After Germany stripped Jews living outside the country of their citizenship in 1941, he was stateless, but to the American government he was still German, and therefore an “enemy alien.” According to historian David Frey, the director of the Center for Holocaust and Genocide Studies at West Point, that changed in March 1942 with the passage of the second War Powers Act, which ruled that German Jews living in the US were eligible to become naturalized citizens—and thus to be drafted into full military service.
+
+One artifact my family does have is a photo of my grandfather’s Selective Service card. It shows that he registered for the draft in mid-1942, when he was 21. By then, his name had been anglicized to Fred Ehman.
+
+In January 1943, Fred enlisted in the Army. He told my mother that he was conscripted as criminal punishment: He’d missed Portland’s curfew, a common security protocol on the West Coast during the war, and to get the charges dropped, he joined up. To ensure that soldiers had rights in case they were captured, those who weren’t already citizens were naturalized before traveling abroad. So, during basic training in Colorado in August 1943, Fred officially became an American.
+
+Grandfather didn’t tell stories about his Holocaust experience as a young boy, or about his time fighting against his homeland and other Axis powers. My mother was pretty sure he served on an aircraft carrier in Southeast Asia—the Air Force was part of the Army until after World War II—but she couldn’t prove it. At some point, Grandfather must have had a copy of his personnel record, but nobody in my family knew what happened to it. And while his experience was dramatic, it wasn’t unique, hardly the stuff of best-selling biographies. I was the only person who was going to put in the work to track down the details.
+
+So earlier this year, I filled out a Standard Form 180, “Request Pertaining to Military Records,” seeking any information held by the National Archives about Fritz Ehmann or Fred Ehman. When I submitted the form, it joined a digital queue hundreds of thousands of names long.
+
+The coldest storage bays at the National Personnel Records Center are used exclusively for records affected by the 1973 fire. About 11 million records are held in these two bays.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+Even Before the flames were extinguished in 1973, the National Archives knew that millions of people like my grandfather would need their files while they were alive, and that exponentially more researchers and family members like me would want them for generations to come. Right away, the agency began working on a plan to preserve as many damaged records as possible.
+
+McDonnell Douglas, the St. Louis–based aerospace manufacturer, lent the NPRC its gigantic vacuum chambers; each could dry 2,000 milk crates’ worth of files at a time. Kathy Trieschmann says she and other interns were reassigned to sort through charred records under giant tents in the building’s parking lot to preserve what looked like usable pages—and throw out the rest. Meanwhile, archivists created a new records classification: B files, for “burn.” Those would need to be kept in specialized storage forever.
+
+After the rest of the building was deemed safe to use, construction crews simply sheared the demolished sixth story off 9700 Page Avenue and put a new roof over the fifth floor. Finally, in 2010, the government broke ground on a new building to house the center, 15 miles northeast of the original. Applying lessons learned from 1973, the National Archives designed the storage to be as fireproof as possible. Every bay that holds records long-term is temperature- and humidity-controlled; the front of each cardboard file box would fall off in a blaze, covering the metal catwalks that separate each of the four levels so water can’t pass through. The staff moved in in 2011.
+
+The newer National Personnel Records Center, just outside of St. Louis. The office receives an average of 4,000 records requests every day—1.1 million a year.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+Today, when the team receives a request for records from the early 20th century, the first step is to see whether the file exists. If the veteran was in the Navy instead of the Army during World War II, say, or an Air Force sergeant named Howell who served in Korea, the folder will be as pristine as any decades-old paperwork can be. Sgt. Howell’s colleague Sgt. Hutchinson, though, will come up in the database either with no record of a personnel file—meaning nothing remains after the fire—or with the notation “B file.” If the screen says B, it means there is *something* about Sgt. Hutchinson in one of the two bays designed to hold fire-affected records. The next step is to figure out what condition that something is in.
+
+Plenty of B files can be read with the naked eye; some boxes got damp but suffered no other damage. Others grew mold despite the staff’s best efforts to fend it off—which, when the papers are pulled from cold storage, requires some combination of freezing, dehumidifying, and physically removing spores. There are about 6.5 million B files, far too many to treat proactively, so they remain locked away in the stacks until someone requests the information.
+
+Dealing with these fragile records, of course, takes time. As a result, long waits have been a chronic problem for the NPRC ever since the fire (angering politicians from both parties). Then, because few records are digitized, in the early days of the Covid pandemic—when most staff couldn’t work from the office—they fell way, *way* behind. By March 2022, the backlog hit a new record, with 603,000 outstanding requests. By the following February, staff had cut the pile by a third, to 404,000. With recent additional appropriations, the National Archives and Records Administration plans to resolve the problem by the end of this year. After that, every requester should receive a response within 20 business days.
+
+When I visit the National Personnel Records Center in early March, Ashley Cox, who leads a team of preservation specialists, is opening a folder for a World War II lieutenant named William F. Weisnet. When a technician pulls a file, they are often the first person to touch those pages since the immediate aftermath of the fire 50 years ago. Cox, who has a mop of chin-length curls and a nose stud and is wearing a pastel pink hoodie with a Japanese cartoon of a hot dog on the front, thinks of each record she works with as if it were a person under her care. “This particular person got very damaged, and you can go through all the physical therapy ever, but that injury is still going to hurt,” she says, gesturing at Weisnet’s inch-thick file. “So the less that you can aggravate that old injury, the safer it is.”
+
+A humidity chamber relaxes curled documents back to flat without stressing the fibers.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+When a B file turns out to have been licked by actual flames, it is categorized on a scale from 1 to 5, from the most lightly affected to the most severely. The edges of each sheet of paper in Weisnet’s folder are slightly blackened, as if someone had run them briefly over a candle before blowing them out, but almost all of the information on the pages is visible. This is a level 1 file, Cox tells me; it won’t need any special treatment before it’s passed along to a technician who will scan it and send a digital copy to the requester.
+
+Cox then shows me a much thicker file, with the name Wayne Powell on the front. The pages are deep black and, though Cox is barely touching them, they spit flakes of char onto the table and floor. Many sheets are fused together, forming a dense mass with curled edges. This must be a level 5, I guess. Cox shakes her head. It’s a level 3; if you know where to look, you can pull plenty of information from these pages. Cox can conclusively inform the requester of the dates Powell was in the military, his service number, and—most crucially for benefits purposes—that he was honorably discharged.
+
+That might not be enough to satisfy, say, a nosy granddaughter trying to learn everything she can about a grandfather, but it’s plenty of information to prove the basics of Powell’s service record. And that’s what distinguishes NPRC preservation specialists from those at a museum or an academic library: The point of salvaging materials burned in the fire is practical. “It’s a binary proposition: Either you can get something, or there’s nothing,” says Noah Durham, a supervisory preservation specialist in the St. Louis lab who spent the early part of his career working with priceless artifacts at luxury auction houses Christie’s and Sotheby’s, including a second-century BC manuscript by mathematician Archimedes.
+
+Tiffany Marshall works with documents in the Records Center’s decontamination lab.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+Most of the tools the preservation lab uses are decidedly low-tech. Thin painting knives known as microspatulas help separate fused pages without damaging them further. “Bone folders”—small dull tools used in bookbinding, which are now usually made from Teflon or a newly developed polymer called Delrin rather than actual animal bones—are slippery enough to smooth creases and not leave a mark. Where pages are torn, technicians use tweezers to apply pieces of translucent Japanese tissue, which, when heated, mends paper.
+
+Down the hall from Cox’s lab, a technician named Elaine Schroeder works in a cubicle that looks entirely banal, with the exception of the tiny pieces of black char scattered everywhere. Picking up a folder labeled with the name Roman Pedrazine, birth date 1899, Schroeder is able to quickly figure out which of the burnt documents she needs for a request. Pedrazine served in the Army Air Forces in both world wars, so his file is 3 inches thick, but Schroeder only needs his final separation document, or DD214. Pulling a Teflon spatula from a pencil cup next to her monitor, she lifts a few pages and reveals the form. The name has burned away, but she can read the service number; it’s the same as the number next to Pedrazine’s name on another page. Match verified, Schroeder turns to digitize the DD214 on a flatbed scanner so a copy can be sent to the requester.
+
+Carol Berry, an archives technician, works on records that became brittle in the fire, assessing them before releasing them for record requests.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+Occasionally, getting the information requested involves the most extreme option: one of two $80,000 infrared cameras developed specially for the National Archives. Ink absorbs and reflects light differently than plain paper, which means those cameras can often identify words even on a sheet fully blackened by fire. This kind of equipment—most frequently used for “objects of unique significance,” like the ones Durham worked on in the luxury auction world—didn’t even exist a decade ago.
+
+Less than 1 percent of records requests require the use of Durham’s infrared cameras; the vast majority of the files kept after the fire were salvaged precisely because they were readable. When Kathy Trieschmann and her fellow interns were, as she recalls, instructed to throw away pages too blackened to read, no one foresaw that four decades later, technology might make those pages decipherable.
+
+Infrared imaging is used to identify words on records that were fully blackened by the fire.
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+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
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+Durham, who has wispy, sandy blond hair that stands up from the top of his head, smiles frequently as he describes the technical details of his work. In a darkened room in front of a camera mounted on an adjustable column, he proudly shows me a before-and-after image of a DD214. Part of the page has burned away entirely, and the right half of what remains is almost totally black. On the original copy, I can see that the soldier served during the Korean War, but *where* he served is obscured. As a scanned version appears on a computer screen behind the camera, the word “Korea” appears next to “theatre of operation.” The date “3 April 52” becomes visible under “medals received.” In a few seconds, the document’s value has transformed, turning proof that the soldier served in the military between 1950 and 1953 into evidence that he was a decorated combat veteran.
+
+Durham grins. “It’s a good thing we do.”
+
+---
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+- ![Ashley Cox using a humidity chamber to relax curled documents back to flat without stressing or breaking the fibers.](https://media.wired.com/photos/6493ae5e6296ebb3f086140c/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/Fire_Ashley%2520Cox_3S9A2084.jpg)
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+- ![Carol Berry assesses brittle records to make determinations before releasing the documents to other technicians.](https://media.wired.com/photos/6499d47b9ec11a2433532bac/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/Fire_Carol%2520Berry_3S9A1394.jpg)
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+- ![Shannon Mills working with documents in the Decontamination Lab.](https://media.wired.com/photos/6499d47d6296ebb3f0861428/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/Fire_Shannon%2520Mills_3S9A9878.jpg)
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+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
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+The technicians at the National Personnel Records Center work to carefully assess and preserve documents damaged in the fire so that any information can be gleaned from them. Here, Ashley Cox uses a humidity chamber to relax curled documents back to flat without stressing or breaking the fibers.
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+---
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+Around the time I requested Grandfather’s military record, I also submitted a Freedom of Information Act request to the FBI to see what I could find out about the devastating blaze. Five decades on, the NPRC fire has been largely forgotten. I wanted to know how it started, and who or what could be blamed for destroying 17,517,490 pieces of 20th-century American history.
+
+Within a few weeks, I received a 386-page report that chronicled every step of the two-month FBI investigation. “Scene of fire can’t be reached due to severity of fire, but arson is suspected due to location and rapid break out and rapid spread of fire,” reads one of the first messages from the St. Louis branch (which, coincidentally, maintained an office on the second floor of the NPRC) to then-FBI director Clarence Kelley, who was three days into his job. The last paragraph of the transmission implies a group of suspects: “No employees other than custodians working at location of fire when fire broke out.”
+
+Soon enough, though, FBI investigators turned their focus to the two dozen interns verifying Vietnam veterans’ records on the first floor. That spring, the US had withdrawn the last of its troops from Vietnam, and anti-war anger remained palpable on college campuses. Just a year earlier, the Weather Underground had detonated a bomb in a Pentagon bathroom. It appears that the FBI didn’t consider it far-fetched to think a 19- or 20-year-old working in the building that held the records of the 3 million people who had been stationed in Vietnam might have been inspired to take a dramatic stand. In the interview reports, almost every name is redacted, but one subject is described as a “hippie type person.”
+
+About a week after the fire, two agents showed up at Trieschmann’s house to interview her. They asked her why she went up to the sixth floor when she saw the haze. She told them she was curious. They asked her how she felt about the war and, figuring that lying to the FBI was a bad idea, she told the truth: She opposed it vehemently, believed the US military had committed unforgivable atrocities.
+
+But she also didn’t set her workplace on fire. And though she knew many other interns who shared her anti-war principles, she told the FBI, not one would burn service members’ records to dust. They had been working with these files every day for weeks. Many of them had relatives who had served: parents in World War II or Korea, brothers in Vietnam. “From what the FBI said to me, they would have loved if the fire had been started by a radical college student,” Trieschmann remembers. “Except none of the kids were like that.”
+
+Even so, there was a reason the FBI was hot on the arson theory: It turns out that the hallways of the NPRC had seen a *lot* of fires. The previous year, the agency had been notified of four: in a trash can in a men’s restroom on the second floor, in a trash can in a men’s restroom on the first floor, in a trash can in a ladies’ restroom on the fifth floor, and in a trash can in a ladies’ restroom on the fourth floor. “It should be noted,” the missive concluded, “that other minor incidents may have occurred that were not reported.”
+
+Sure enough, various employees remembered even more fires, including one in another trash can on the sixth floor, one in a paper towel dispenser, and one in a janitorial closet. One custodian told interviewers that his supervisor had told him about two fires in the previous week alone. Employees were allowed to smoke in the building (though not in the file areas), but that rate of fires resulting from cigarette mishaps is difficult to believe in retrospect. Altogether, the FBI report quotes about 10 people who remembered various fires at the NPRC building in the recent past.
+
+Yet within several weeks, agents appear to have essentially given up on trying to find a perpetrator. That may have been in part because the number of suspected arsons in the building seemed to be rivaled only by the number of electrical problems. A custodian who told investigators about multiple fires *also* said he was constantly finding faulty switches and wires, including eight on the night of July 11 alone. Other employees had observed issues with the giant fans that ventilated file storage areas. One man said he had recently been chided by a colleague for turning on a particular fan on the sixth floor; the wires were exposed and the blades weren’t turning freely. When he went to turn it back off, he noticed a “considerable amount” of smoke coming from the motor and a small pool of oil on the floor. “Do not use,” he wrote on a piece of paper, then taped it to the fan.
+
+It was also impossible to ignore the fact that in terms of fire safety, the building was a *terrible* place to keep the only official copy of tens of millions of paper records. Renowned architect Minoru Yamasaki, who would go on to design the original Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, spent several months in the early 1950s studying what to include in a state-of-the-art federal records center. At the time, preservation experts were divided on whether archives should have sprinkler systems, which could malfunction and drown paper records. Yamasaki decided his building would go without. The result, the gleaming glass building on Page Avenue, opened in 1956.
+
+More puzzlingly, the architect designed the 728-by-282-foot building—the length of two football fields—with no firewalls in the records storage area to stop the spread of flames. The air conditioning in the file areas, meanwhile, was turned off at night to save money, making the building’s top floor almost unbearably hot after hours. Elliott Kuecker, an assistant professor at the University of North Carolina’s School of Information and Library Science, says such decisions look inexplicable in retrospect, but it’s impossible to know for sure what makes sense until *after* a crisis. “Archivists think about preventative measures as much as possible, but a lot of that has been learned by trial and error and disaster,” he says.
+
+Nobody had seen anything. Nobody had named anyone. And the sixth floor was so completely destroyed that it was impossible to investigate fully. The center of the building, where investigators determined the fire began (confirming Trieschmann’s eyewitness account), was buried under multiple tons of concrete and 2 to 3 feet of wet charred rubble from burned records. So eventually, the FBI concluded that the stew of ingredients that led to the disaster was impossible to unblend. The investigation was formally closed in September 1973.
+
+A month later, though, something surprising happened: A custodian took the blame.
+
+In a signed statement, the man, whose name is redacted, admitted that around 11 pm on July 11, he was in the files on the sixth floor, and he was smoking. He said he extinguished his cigarette by sticking it into an empty bolt hole in the metal shelves, breaking off the lit end, and snuffing out the remaining sparks by wiping them on the side of a shelf. He didn’t know where the match had fallen. When he saw fire trucks arriving as he headed home that night, he assumed it was his fault, but he was afraid to come forward. Until, for some unknowable reason, three months later, he did.
+
+The custodian wasn’t arrested, but assistant US attorney J. Patrick Glynn presented the case to a grand jury—not because he was sure an indictment was warranted, according to the FBI report, but to see what jurors could find out from witnesses under oath. The panel, whose records remain sealed, failed to find probable cause for criminal prosecution. The result is that his account has been all but erased from the story of the National Personnel Records Center fire.
+
+When I visit St. Louis in early March, my first stop is to see Scott Levins, who has directed the NPRC since 2011. Without prompting, he tells me: “I want to make sure you understand you might talk to staff, and someone might say, ‘Oh, I heard it was someone smoking’ or something, but there’s been nothing conclusive.” To this day, the official narrative of July 12, 1973 is that we’ll never know what ignited the blaze.
+
+Photographs of the 1973 fire hang in the lobby of the current records center, near St. Louis.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+As I walk around the preservation lab in St. Louis, burned files everywhere I look, I understand why Levins doesn’t want me focusing on the precise combination of cigarette, negligence, bad luck, and poor design behind the fire. He’s concerned with what he can *do* about it, with that fleet of highly trained technicians who have dedicated their lives to taking care of the survivors.
+
+At the time of my trip, I still had no idea whether my grandfather was one of those survivors, or among the 80 percent of World War II Army veterans whose records were destroyed entirely.
+
+After I submitted the Standard Form 180 in January, I got a response within a day. NPRC employees weren’t yet sure whether they had a B file for either Fritz Ehmann or Fred Ehman. I was instructed to complete National Archives Form 13075, with as much information as I could: His Social Security number? His service number? His address when he enlisted? His discharge date? Where did he complete basic training; where was his separation station? What kind of work did he do in the military? Did he ever file a claim for veterans’ benefits or receive a state bonus?
+
+I didn’t know how to answer almost any of it.
+
+I did the best I could, but a month later, I received an unsatisfying answer. “The information furnished on the enclosed form NA 13075, Questionnaire About Military Service, is insufficient to conduct a search of our alternate records sources. Without any new data, no further search can be made.” They weren’t telling me his record had been destroyed, just that they didn’t know where to look. If I could supply a few additional tidbits of information, though, they might have something to go on.
+
+Because so many files from the first half of the 20th century are gone, the bulk of the NPRC team’s fire-related work is done through these “alternate records sources”—in other words, files that were held by other government departments at the time of the fire. Often, that work starts with a Veterans Administration index card.
+
+The cards, with a mix of typewritten text and handwriting, are records of veterans’ claims that were kept—crucially in hindsight—at the VA. Anyone who ever received health care from the VA or took out a low-interest business loan, among other government offerings, has one. These cards don’t look like impressive sources of information; there’s nothing about where the person served, what honors they earned, or even what kinds of benefits they received. But if you know what you’re looking for, preservation team lead Keith Owens tells me, a single card is a treasure trove. It contains a person’s service number, which can be used to track down several other pieces of information—and to determine whether a B file exists. Perhaps most importantly, the very existence of a VA index card means the service member was honorably discharged, the core eligibility requirement for some important benefits, including military burials.
+
+Keith Owens, a preservation lead, operates a reel-to-reel microfilm scanner to digitize records.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+Soon after the fire, the VA turned over more than a thousand rolls of microfilm containing images of each card to the National Archives. Over the past several years, Owens’ team has digitized each card, a process they finally finished in March. But they’re not really digitized in the modern sense of the word. To find a single card, a user must scroll through a file with 1,000 images. Still, Owens or a technician can usually find one—if it exists—within a few minutes. That means the NPRC can answer many, many more requests than ever before.
+
+---
+
+- ![A portion of a salvaged document damaged during a fire.](https://media.wired.com/photos/6493a86c9e47b5e53e89cedb/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/Fire_3S9A0336.jpg)
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+- ![Fire damaged document with brown edges on the right side](https://media.wired.com/photos/6493a86b3946b2ec0854159b/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/Fire_3S9A2453-Edit.jpg)
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+- ![Remains of an envelope with fire damage and mold.](https://media.wired.com/photos/6493a86ef2de86183cf5b523/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/Fire_3S9A0328.jpg)
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+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+B files, or “burn” files, are records that were salvaged from the 1973 fire and have not yet undergone complete treatment. S files, or “salvaged,” are the end result of a B file having undergone complete preservation treatment.
+
+---
+
+Owens, who has spent more than two decades working at the records center, is a burly guy in his early fifties, wearing deliberately distressed jeans with zippers across the thighs. Mostly bald with a short graying beard, he is a trained Baptist minister, and his hearty laugh booms across the lab. Even in an office where everyone is enthusiastic about their work, Owens’ evangelizing sticks out. When he tells me about how it feels to help someone find their records, he scrunches up his eyes. “It gives me hope,” he says. “I just know that what we’re doing now is going to better the possibility of helping somebody. Somebody is going to look at a paper 500 years from now with my name on it and say, Keith Owens, whoever this was, did something amazing to help somebody back then.”
+
+Until walking into Owens’ cubicle, I hadn’t planned on bringing up my quest for my grandfather’s records. But under the spell of his pastor’s affect, I babble out the backstory, my voice cracking slightly as I explain that I’d submitted everything I had and it still wasn’t enough. I don’t even know whether Grandfather ever received veterans’ benefits. Owens lights up. Let’s check the index cards and find out, he says. Before I know it, we’re at his computer opening a folder labeled “Egan–Eidson.”
+
+We click into a few different PDFs before finding the cards that include the Eh- names. In the fourth one, we find the last name Ehman. We scroll past an Arnold, two Bruces, two Adams, two Alberts, two Andrews. Suddenly, we’re on to Ehmen, with a second “e” where the “a” should be. We scroll down further, until the alphabetization loops back to the start.
+
+More Ehmans appear: Charles, Clement, David, Dennis, Earl, Elizabeth. “Come on,” Owens implores, as if willing his favorite sprinter to cross the finish line first. But now we’re back to Ehmen.
+
+He sighs, keeps scrolling, keeps narrating. The tone of his voice has turned from excited to apprehensive. I can see the progress bar is almost to the bottom of the file, and my stomach drops. We’re not going to find him.
+
+Then, just before we reach the end, I catch a glimpse of “Abraham,” Grandfather’s middle name. “Th- th- th-,” I stammer incomprehensibly, and loudly, fumbling to point him to the right card. Owens reads the name Fred aloud, confirming what I’ve already realized. “Holy shit,” I whisper quietly. “Oh my god.” It’s not like seeing a ghost, exactly, staring at this tiny card with a handful of basic facts about a person I adore and will never see again. It’s more like realizing the person I thought was a ghost is in fact quite visible.
+
+But this is just the prelude to my real quest. Now, finally, we can find out whether Grandfather’s personnel record survived the fire. Armed with a service number, we head downstairs to the research room to look for Fred Abraham Ehman. I start to convince myself that I’m one of the lucky ones, that we’ll discover a usable B file with all that detail I’ve been craving, despite the 4-to-1 odds that it’s gone.
+
+I am not one of the lucky ones.
+
+A research specialist in an Adidas hoodie types in the service number, then tells me there’s no listing for a B file. “So that means conclusively that it’s gone?” I ask.
+
+“Yes.”
+
+My head is spinning so much that I don’t immediately process what he tells me next, which is that there’s a silver lining. What does exist, he says, deep in one of the 15 storage bays in the massive building, is my grandfather’s final pay voucher, or QMP, another alternate records source commonly used to reconstruct information destroyed in the fire.
+
+This is actually great news, Keith Owens tells me when I trudge back to his desk. A QMP contains the service member’s date of enlistment, date of discharge, and home address. It lists the reason they were discharged. For someone who served abroad, it even says when they arrived back in the US, and where. If you’re Owens, a man who’s spent two decades trying to help people by getting them any information they can possibly use for benefits, finding a QMP is a moment of triumph.
+
+If you’re me, a woman yearning to understand the story of her dead grandfather’s life, it’s a tiny bit heartbreaking.
+
+The preservationists were able to find Megan’s grandfather’s final pay stub. The rest of his military file was lost to the fire.
+
+Photograph: Josh Valcarcel
+
+Back at my hotel that night, I can’t stop thinking about what might have happened to Grandfather’s record on July 12, 1973. Did it burn away to dust? Was it blackened and thrown away by someone who had no way of knowing that infrared cameras would make it readable five decades later? And, most naggingly: *What did it say?*
+
+I don’t particularly care whether Grandfather earned any medals, and if he had been part of some top-secret military operation, those details aren’t going to be here. By this point, I’ve flipped through enough Official Military Personnel Files that I know they are more disconnected trivia than actual biography. But I can’t help it: I am wild with jealousy of all those people whose relatives’ files are, at this very moment, being tenderly cared for by preservation specialists trained on invaluable pieces of history at Christie’s and Sotheby’s and the greatest universities in the world.
+
+By the time I arrive at the preservation lab the next morning, Owens has not only scanned that
+
+QMP with its facts about Grandfather’s discharge, but kept the original at his desk to show me. Fred Abraham Ehman landed in Washington state on December 28, 1945, four months after the war ended. He was paid $191.68, $50 of it in cash and the rest as a government check. I recognize his signature, with its looping “F” and the lowercase “a” between his first and last names. I touch the paper gently, feeling a heady mix of gratitude and guilt that I don’t feel more gratitude. “Give me a hug,” Owens orders, and I do.
+
+By the time I arrive home a few days later, my mood is more sanguine. With all of the information on the QMP, I can figure out which Army unit Grandfather was in, then find the “morning reports” that tracked that unit’s movements around the world. With more work, I can probably track down the vast majority of the same information that burned in 1973, about the refugee turned soldier who became my grandfather. I’ll never know the full story, but I’ve come to accept that even one of those 3-inch-thick B files I’d been coveting wouldn’t have given me that.
+
+After the flames raced down the 700-foot-long aisles of the sixth floor, after the columns of smoke rose from the roof like Jack’s beanstalk, after the wind scattered military records around the neighborhoods northwest of St. Louis, after 42 local fire departments battled for days to save one of the largest federal office buildings in the United States, the government spent 50-plus years sorting through the charred remains. Untold numbers of people, meanwhile, spent 50 years, and counting, trying to replace what they lost.
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+Neither project will conclude anytime soon.
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+++ b/00.03 News/The revolt of the Christian home-schoolers.md
@@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ CollapseMetaTable: true
---
Parent:: [[@News|News]]
-Read:: 🟥
+Read:: [[2023-07-02]]
---
@@ -42,13 +42,6 @@ Aaron and Christina Beall pose with their daughter, Aimee, then 6, on her first
Aaron and Christina had never attended school when they were children. Until a few days earlier, when Round Hill Elementary held a back-to-school open house, they had rarely set foot inside a school building. Both had been raised to believe that public schools were tools of a demonic social order, government “indoctrination camps” devoted to the propagation of lies and the subversion of Christian families.
-[Press Enter to skip to end of carousel](https://www.washingtonpost.com/education/interactive/2023/christian-home-schoolers-revolt/?pwapi_token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWJpZCI6IjM2NTY2MzMiLCJyZWFzb24iOiJnaWZ0IiwibmJmIjoxNjg1NTkyMDAwLCJpc3MiOiJzdWJzY3JpcHRpb25zIiwiZXhwIjoxNjg2ODg3OTk5LCJpYXQiOjE2ODU1OTIwMDAsImp0aSI6IjlmMTc5ZTkzLWQxODQtNDhiYi1hMTdmLTc0ZDYwNTRhN2ZiYyIsInVybCI6Imh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lndhc2hpbmd0b25wb3N0LmNvbS9lZHVjYXRpb24vaW50ZXJhY3RpdmUvMjAyMy9jaHJpc3RpYW4taG9tZS1zY2hvb2xlcnMtcmV2b2x0LyJ9.3R_BYAAaUIAeGMFUzNMNcEMBk084U59R3B5fKs_z_xg&itid=gfta#end-react-aria4241862020-1)
-
-###### About this series and home-schooling’s rise in America
-
-1/4
-
-End of carousel
At a time when home education was still a fringe phenomenon, the Bealls had grown up in the most powerful and ideologically committed faction of the modern [home-schooling movement](https://www.washingtonpost.com/religion/2022/06/11/parent-rights-home-schooling/?itid=lk_inline_enhanced-template). That movement, led by deeply conservative Christians, saw home schooling as a way of life — a conscious rejection of contemporary ideas about biology, history, gender equality and the role of religion in American government.
diff --git a/01.01 Life Orga/@Finances.md b/01.01 Life Orga/@Finances.md
index 273ebb36..38d18d6f 100644
--- a/01.01 Life Orga/@Finances.md
+++ b/01.01 Life Orga/@Finances.md
@@ -111,7 +111,8 @@ hide task count
- [ ] :moneybag: [[@Finances]]: Transfer UK pension to CH %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-10-31
-- [ ] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-07-11
+- [ ] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-08-08
+- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-07-11 ✅ 2023-07-11
- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-06-13 ✅ 2023-06-13
- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-05-09 ✅ 2023-05-08
- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-04-11 ✅ 2023-04-11
diff --git a/01.01 Life Orga/@IT & Computer.md b/01.01 Life Orga/@IT & Computer.md
index 4a5fda2a..6123822c 100644
--- a/01.01 Life Orga/@IT & Computer.md
+++ b/01.01 Life Orga/@IT & Computer.md
@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ Priority: "Medium"
Status: To-Do
StartDate: 2021-08-12
DueDate: 2028-12-31
-NextReviewDate: &RD 2023-06-30
+NextReviewDate: &RD 2024-06-30
TimeStamp: 2021-08-12
location: [51.514678599999996, -0.18378583926867909]
fc-calendar: "D2D Calendar"
diff --git a/01.01 Life Orga/@Life Admin.md b/01.01 Life Orga/@Life Admin.md
index 115363e4..823ff8df 100644
--- a/01.01 Life Orga/@Life Admin.md
+++ b/01.01 Life Orga/@Life Admin.md
@@ -126,7 +126,8 @@ style: number
-- [ ] :scissors: [[@Life Admin|Life Admin]]: Cut hair %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-07-08
+- [ ] :scissors: [[@Life Admin|Life Admin]]: Cut hair %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-10-08
+- [x] :scissors: [[@Life Admin|Life Admin]]: Cut hair %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-07-08 ✅ 2023-07-08
- [x] :scissors: [[@Life Admin|Life Admin]]: Cut hair %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-04-08 ✅ 2023-05-31
- [x] :scissors: [[@Life Admin|Life Admin]]: Cut hair %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-01-08 ✅ 2023-01-06
diff --git a/01.01 Life Orga/@Lifestyle.md b/01.01 Life Orga/@Lifestyle.md
index 6ae52495..a36739bc 100644
--- a/01.01 Life Orga/@Lifestyle.md
+++ b/01.01 Life Orga/@Lifestyle.md
@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ Priority: "Low"
Status: "In-progress"
StartDate: 2021-08-12
DueDate: 2022-12-31
-NextReviewDate: &RD 2023-06-30
+NextReviewDate: &RD 2023-09-30
TimeStamp: 2023-01-23
locations:
CollapseMetaTable: true
diff --git a/01.01 Life Orga/@Personal projects.md b/01.01 Life Orga/@Personal projects.md
index 3ef94963..c9e1529f 100644
--- a/01.01 Life Orga/@Personal projects.md
+++ b/01.01 Life Orga/@Personal projects.md
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@ Keeping personal projects in check and on track.
- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: Refaire [[@Personal projects#Chevalière|chevalière]] (Bastard & Flourville) 📅 2023-12-31
- [ ] :art: Continuer à construire un petit trousseau d'[[@Personal projects#art|art]] 📅 2023-12-21
-- [ ] 🖋 Caligraph & frame life mementos 📅 2023-06-30
+- [ ] 🖋 Caligraph & frame life mementos 📅 2024-06-30
- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: Continue [[@lebv.org Tasks|lebv.org]] 📅 2023-09-28
diff --git a/01.02 Home/Entertainment.md b/01.02 Home/Entertainment.md
index 674b0e45..f1e0d389 100644
--- a/01.02 Home/Entertainment.md
+++ b/01.02 Home/Entertainment.md
@@ -52,21 +52,21 @@ style: number
#### Music
-- [ ] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Max Bruch**, Concerto pour violon 1 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Louis Moreau Gottschalk**, La nuit des tropiques de la symphonie romantique 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **GF Handel**, L’Allegro il Penseroso ed il Moderato 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Jacques Offenbach**, Le couplet des rois de La Belle Hélène 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Richard Strauss**, Also Sprach Zarathustra 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Carl Off**, O Fortuna 📅2023-06-30
+- [x] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Max Bruch**, Concerto pour violon 1 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
+- [x] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Louis Moreau Gottschalk**, La nuit des tropiques de la symphonie romantique 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
+- [x] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **GF Handel**, L’Allegro il Penseroso ed il Moderato 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
+- [x] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Jacques Offenbach**, Le couplet des rois de La Belle Hélène 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
+- [x] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Richard Strauss**, Also Sprach Zarathustra 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
+- [x] 🎼 [[Entertainment]]: **Carl Off**, O Fortuna 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
#### Movies & TV shows
-- [ ] 🎬 [[Entertainment]]: More American Graffiti 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 🎬 [[Entertainment]]: African territory 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 📺 [[Entertainment]]: Friends 📅2023-06-30
-- [ ] 📺 [[Entertainment]]: How I Met Your Mother 📅2023-06-30
+- [ ] 🎬 [[Entertainment]]: More American Graffiti 📅 2024-01-30
+- [ ] 🎬 [[Entertainment]]: African territory 📅 2023-10-30
+- [-] 📺 [[Entertainment]]: Friends 📅 2023-06-30
+- [-] 📺 [[Entertainment]]: How I Met Your Mother 📅 2023-06-30
diff --git a/01.02 Home/Household.md b/01.02 Home/Household.md
index 22cd302f..7716fa51 100644
--- a/01.02 Home/Household.md
+++ b/01.02 Home/Household.md
@@ -57,7 +57,7 @@ style: number
- [x] :coffee: [[Household]]: Buy a Cappuccino machine 📅 2023-03-31 ✅ 2023-03-25
-- [k] :couch_and_lamp: [[Household]]: Replace the sofa 📅 2023-06-30
+- [x] :couch_and_lamp: [[Household]]: Replace the sofa 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-05
- [x] :bed: [[Household]]: Buy bed-side tables 📅 2023-03-31 ✅ 2023-03-25
- [x] 🛌 [[Household]]: Buy new bed clothes 📅 2022-10-08 ✅ 2022-10-10
@@ -73,13 +73,15 @@ style: number
#### 🚮 Garbage collection
-- [ ] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-04
+- [ ] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-18
+- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-04 ✅ 2023-07-04
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-06-20 ✅ 2023-06-19
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-06-06 ✅ 2023-06-05
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-05-23 ✅ 2023-05-22
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-05-09 ✅ 2023-05-08
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-04-25 ✅ 2023-04-24
-- [ ] ♻ [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-11
+- [ ] ♻ [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-25
+- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-11 ✅ 2023-07-10
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-06-27 ✅ 2023-06-26
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-06-13 ✅ 2023-06-12
- [x] ♻ [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-05-30 ✅ 2023-05-30
@@ -95,7 +97,9 @@ style: number
- [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-06-25
- [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-05-31 ✅ 2023-05-30
- [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-04-30 ✅ 2023-04-26
-- [ ] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-07-03
+- [ ] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-07-17
+- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-07-10 ✅ 2023-07-10
+- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-07-03 ✅ 2023-07-03
- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-06-26 ✅ 2023-06-25
- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-06-19 ✅ 2023-06-19
- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-06-12 ✅ 2023-06-12
@@ -106,7 +110,8 @@ style: number
- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-05-08 ✅ 2023-05-06
- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-05-01 ✅ 2023-05-01
- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-04-24 ✅ 2023-04-21
-- [ ] :bed: [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-07-08
+- [ ] :bed: [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-07-22
+- [x] :bed: [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-07-08 ✅ 2023-07-09
- [x] :bed: [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-06-24 ✅ 2023-06-24
- [x] :bed: [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-06-10 ✅ 2023-06-12
- [x] :bed: [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-05-27 ✅ 2023-05-25
diff --git a/01.03 Family/Jacqueline Bédier.md b/01.03 Family/Jacqueline Bédier.md
index bae91b6d..009f7611 100644
--- a/01.03 Family/Jacqueline Bédier.md
+++ b/01.03 Family/Jacqueline Bédier.md
@@ -103,7 +103,8 @@ style: number
-- [w] :birthday: **[[Jacqueline Bédier|Bonne Maman]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-07-13
+- [ ] :birthday: **[[Jacqueline Bédier|Bonne Maman]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2024-07-13
+- [x] :birthday: **[[Jacqueline Bédier|Bonne Maman]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-07-13 ✅ 2023-07-13
- [x] :birthday: **[[Jacqueline Bédier|Bonne Maman]]** 🔁 every year 📅 2022-07-13 ✅ 2022-07-13
diff --git a/02.01 London/@@London.md b/02.01 London/@@London.md
index 36b2fd2c..aadef1e6 100644
--- a/02.01 London/@@London.md
+++ b/02.01 London/@@London.md
@@ -118,7 +118,8 @@ dv.view("00.01 Admin/dv-views/query_place", {placetype: dv.current().QPType, dat
- [ ] :birthday: **Stefan Schmidt**, [[@@London|London]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2024-06-29
- [x] :birthday: **Stefan Schmidt**, [[@@London|London]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-06-29 ✅ 2023-06-29
-- [ ] :birthday: **Alex Houyvet**, [[@@London|London]] %%done_del%% 🔁every year 📅 2023-07-13
+- [ ] :birthday: **Alex Houyvet**, [[@@London|London]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2024-07-13
+- [x] :birthday: **Alex Houyvet**, [[@@London|London]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-07-13 ✅ 2023-07-13
diff --git a/02.03 Zürich/Fischer Fritz.md b/02.03 Zürich/Fischer Fritz.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..fa91e5c6
--- /dev/null
+++ b/02.03 Zürich/Fischer Fritz.md
@@ -0,0 +1,114 @@
+---
+
+Alias: [""]
+Tag: ["🍴"]
+Date: 2023-07-09
+DocType: "Place"
+Hierarchy: "NonRoot"
+TimeStamp:
+location: [47.335816300000005,8.541179537353182]
+Place:
+ Type: Restaurant
+ SubType: Seafood
+ Style: Swiss
+ Location: Wollishofen
+ Country: CH
+ Status: Tested
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Phone: "+41 44 480 13 40"
+Email: "beiz@fischers-fritz.ch"
+Website: "[Fischers Fritz](https://www.fischers-fritz.ch/en/)"
+
+---
+
+Parent:: [[@@Zürich|Zürich]], [[@Restaurants Zürich|Restaurants in Zürich]]
+
+
+
+```dataviewjs
+let tempPhone = dv.current().Phone ? dv.current().Phone.replaceAll(" ", "") : '+000'
+let tempMail = dv.current().Email ? dv.current().Email : ""
+let tempCoorSet = dv.current().location ? dv.current().location : [0,0]
+dv.el('center', '[📲](tel:' + tempPhone + ') [📧](mailto:' + tempMail + ') [🗺️](' + "https://waze.com/ul?ll=" + tempCoorSet[0] + "%2C" + tempCoorSet[1] + "&navigate=yes" + ')')
+```
+
+---
+
+
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-FischerFritzSave
+
+
+
+# Fischer Fritz
+
+
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Note Description
+
+
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 📇 Contact
+
+
+
+> [!address] 🗺
+> Seestrasse 559
+> 8038 Zurich
+> Switzerland
+
+
+
+☎️ `= this.Phone`
+
+📧 `= this.Email`
+
+🌐 `= this.Website`
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### 🔗 Other activity
+
+
+
+```dataview
+Table DocType as "Doc type" from [[Fischer Fritz]]
+where !contains(file.name, "@@Travel")
+sort DocType asc
+```
+
+
+
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/03.04 Cinematheque/28 Days Later (2002).md b/03.04 Cinematheque/28 Days Later (2002).md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..75543ca5
--- /dev/null
+++ b/03.04 Cinematheque/28 Days Later (2002).md
@@ -0,0 +1,97 @@
+---
+type: "movie"
+subType: null
+title: "28 Days Later"
+englishTitle: "28 Days Later"
+year: "2002"
+dataSource: "OMDbAPI"
+url: "https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0289043/"
+id: "tt0289043"
+genres:
+ - "Drama"
+ - "Horror"
+ - "Sci-Fi"
+producer: "Danny Boyle"
+duration: "113 min"
+onlineRating: 7.5
+actors:
+ - "Cillian Murphy"
+ - "Naomie Harris"
+ - "Christopher Eccleston"
+image: "https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYTFkM2ViMmQtZmI5NS00MjQ2LWEyN2EtMTI1ZmNlZDU3MTZjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNjU0OTQ0OTY@._V1_SX300.jpg"
+released: true
+streamingServices:
+premiere: "27/06/2003"
+watched: true
+lastWatched: "[[2023-07-02]]"
+personalRating: 6
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+
+---
+Parent:: [[@Cinematheque]]
+
+---
+
+```dataviewjs
+dv.paragraph(`> [!${dv.current().watched ? 'SUCCESS' : 'WARNING'}] ${dv.current().watched ? 'last watched on ' + dv.current().lastWatched : 'not yet watched'}`)
+```
+
+
+
+# `$= dv.current().title`
+
+
+
+`$= dv.current().watched ? '**Rating**: ' + dv.current().personalRating + ' out of 10' : ''`
+
+```toc
+```
+
+
+
+### Details
+
+
+
+**Genres**:
+`$= dv.current().genres.length === 0 ? ' - none' : dv.list(dv.current().genres)`
+
+`$= !dv.current().released ? '**Not released** The movie is not yet released.' : ''`
+
+
+
+```dataview
+list without id
+ "
Type | "
+ +
+ "" + this.type + " |
"
++
+ "Online Rating | "
+ +
+ "" + this.onlineRating + " |
"
+ +
+ "Duration | "
+ +
+ "" + this.duration + " |
"
+ +
+ "Premiered | "
+ +
+ "" + this.premiere + " |
"
+ +
+ "Producer | "
+ +
+ "" + this.producer + " |
"
+FROM "03.04 Cinematheque/28 Days Later (2002)"
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### Poster
+
+
+
+`$= '![Image|360](' + dv.current().image + ')'`
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/03.04 Cinematheque/@Cinematheque.md b/03.04 Cinematheque/@Cinematheque.md
index d9fdb15c..54d9e999 100644
--- a/03.04 Cinematheque/@Cinematheque.md
+++ b/03.04 Cinematheque/@Cinematheque.md
@@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ CollapseMetaTable: true
TVShow:
Name: "House of the Dragon"
Season: 1
- Episode: 9
+ Episode: 10
Source: Internal
banner: "![[img_1924.jpg]]"
banner_icon: 🍿
diff --git a/03.04 Cinematheque/Fight Club (1999).md b/03.04 Cinematheque/Fight Club (1999).md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..fee1c11f
--- /dev/null
+++ b/03.04 Cinematheque/Fight Club (1999).md
@@ -0,0 +1,96 @@
+---
+type: "movie"
+subType: null
+title: "Fight Club"
+englishTitle: "Fight Club"
+year: "1999"
+dataSource: "OMDbAPI"
+url: "https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0137523/"
+id: "tt0137523"
+genres:
+ - "Drama"
+producer: "David Fincher"
+duration: "139 min"
+onlineRating: 8.8
+actors:
+ - "Brad Pitt"
+ - "Edward Norton"
+ - "Meat Loaf"
+image: "https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BNDIzNDU0YzEtYzE5Ni00ZjlkLTk5ZjgtNjM3NWE4YzA3Nzk3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjUzOTY1NTc@._V1_SX300.jpg"
+released: true
+streamingServices:
+premiere: "15/10/1999"
+watched: true
+lastWatched: "[[2023-07-04]]"
+personalRating: 8
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+
+---
+
+Parent:: [[@Cinematheque]]
+
+---
+
+```dataviewjs
+dv.paragraph(`> [!${dv.current().watched ? 'SUCCESS' : 'WARNING'}] ${dv.current().watched ? 'last watched on ' + dv.current().lastWatched : 'not yet watched'}`)
+```
+
+
+
+# `$= dv.current().title`
+
+
+
+`$= dv.current().watched ? '**Rating**: ' + dv.current().personalRating + ' out of 10' : ''`
+
+```toc
+```
+
+
+
+### Details
+
+
+
+**Genres**:
+`$= dv.current().genres.length === 0 ? ' - none' : dv.list(dv.current().genres)`
+
+`$= !dv.current().released ? '**Not released** The movie is not yet released.' : ''`
+
+
+
+```dataview
+list without id
+ "Type | "
+ +
+ "" + this.type + " |
"
++
+ "Online Rating | "
+ +
+ "" + this.onlineRating + " |
"
+ +
+ "Duration | "
+ +
+ "" + this.duration + " |
"
+ +
+ "Premiered | "
+ +
+ "" + this.premiere + " |
"
+ +
+ "Producer | "
+ +
+ "" + this.producer + " |
"
+FROM "03.04 Cinematheque/Fight Club (1999)"
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### Poster
+
+
+
+`$= '![Image|360](' + dv.current().image + ')'`
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/03.04 Cinematheque/John Wick - Chapter 4 (2023).md b/03.04 Cinematheque/John Wick - Chapter 4 (2023).md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..063e5e64
--- /dev/null
+++ b/03.04 Cinematheque/John Wick - Chapter 4 (2023).md
@@ -0,0 +1,98 @@
+---
+type: "movie"
+subType: null
+title: "John Wick: Chapter 4"
+englishTitle: "John Wick: Chapter 4"
+year: "2023"
+dataSource: "OMDbAPI"
+url: "https://www.imdb.com/title/tt10366206/"
+id: "tt10366206"
+genres:
+ - "Action"
+ - "Crime"
+ - "Thriller"
+producer: "Chad Stahelski"
+duration: "169 min"
+onlineRating: 7.9
+actors:
+ - "Keanu Reeves"
+ - "Laurence Fishburne"
+ - "George Georgiou"
+image: "https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMDExZGMyOTMtMDgyYi00NGIwLWJhMTEtOTdkZGFjNmZiMTEwXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjM4NTM5NDY@._V1_SX300.jpg"
+released: true
+streamingServices:
+premiere: "24/03/2023"
+watched: true
+lastWatched: "[[2023-07-05]]"
+personalRating: 0
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+
+---
+
+Parent:: [[@Cinematheque]]
+
+---
+
+```dataviewjs
+dv.paragraph(`> [!${dv.current().watched ? 'SUCCESS' : 'WARNING'}] ${dv.current().watched ? 'last watched on ' + dv.current().lastWatched : 'not yet watched'}`)
+```
+
+
+
+# `$= dv.current().title`
+
+
+
+`$= dv.current().watched ? '**Rating**: ' + dv.current().personalRating + ' out of 10' : ''`
+
+```toc
+```
+
+
+
+### Details
+
+
+
+**Genres**:
+`$= dv.current().genres.length === 0 ? ' - none' : dv.list(dv.current().genres)`
+
+`$= !dv.current().released ? '**Not released** The movie is not yet released.' : ''`
+
+
+
+```dataview
+list without id
+ "Type | "
+ +
+ "" + this.type + " |
"
++
+ "Online Rating | "
+ +
+ "" + this.onlineRating + " |
"
+ +
+ "Duration | "
+ +
+ "" + this.duration + " |
"
+ +
+ "Premiered | "
+ +
+ "" + this.premiere + " |
"
+ +
+ "Producer | "
+ +
+ "" + this.producer + " |
"
+FROM "03.04 Cinematheque/John Wick - Chapter 4 (2023)"
+```
+
+
+
+---
+
+
+
+### Poster
+
+
+
+`$= '![Image|360](' + dv.current().image + ')'`
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/04.01 lebv.org/Hosting Tasks.md b/04.01 lebv.org/Hosting Tasks.md
index 23274615..f8396169 100644
--- a/04.01 lebv.org/Hosting Tasks.md
+++ b/04.01 lebv.org/Hosting Tasks.md
@@ -69,9 +69,11 @@ Tasks and potential enhancements for the webhosting of lebv.org
- [x] [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: Explore the possibility to [[Hosting Tasks#Self-hosting|self-host]] ✅ 2021-09-16
- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: Explore the possibility of webhosting through [[Hosting Tasks#Decentralised hosting|decentralised services]] (Blockchain) 📅 2023-12-31
-- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#Backup procedure|backup]] the DB & Files %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-07-05
+- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#Backup procedure|backup]] the DB & Files %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-10-04
+- [x] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#Backup procedure|backup]] the DB & Files %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-07-05 ✅ 2023-07-05
- [x] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#Backup procedure|backup]] the DB & Files %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-04-05 ✅ 2023-04-06
-- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#PHP versioning|Check the php version]] of the website %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-07-05
+- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#PHP versioning|Check the php version]] of the website %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-10-04
+- [x] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#PHP versioning|Check the php version]] of the website %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-07-05 ✅ 2023-07-05
- [x] :fleur_de_lis: [[Hosting Tasks|Hosting]]: [[Hosting Tasks#PHP versioning|Check the php version]] of the website %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Wednesday 📅 2023-04-05 ✅ 2023-04-06
diff --git a/04.01 lebv.org/WebPublishing Tasks.md b/04.01 lebv.org/WebPublishing Tasks.md
index 25498032..12596246 100644
--- a/04.01 lebv.org/WebPublishing Tasks.md
+++ b/04.01 lebv.org/WebPublishing Tasks.md
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ Although the website, in its current form is functional, there are a few areas w
- [x] [[WebPublishing Tasks|Website]]: Check Wordfence/Jetpack for WAF ✅ 2021-10-15
-- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: [[WebPublishing Tasks|Website]]: Upgrade UltimateMember to [[WebPublishing Tasks#UltimateMember Pro|Pro]] 📅 2023-06-30
+- [x] :fleur_de_lis: [[WebPublishing Tasks|Website]]: Upgrade UltimateMember to [[WebPublishing Tasks#UltimateMember Pro|Pro]] 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
- [ ] :fleur_de_lis: [[WebPublishing Tasks|Website]]: Replace integration with Discord with [[Element|Element.io]] 📅 2023-12-15
- [x] [[WebPublishing Tasks|Website]]: Periodically scan for new WP plugins
- [x] Check 'Login by Magic' plugin ✅ 2021-09-15
diff --git a/05.01 Computer setup/Storage and Syncing.md b/05.01 Computer setup/Storage and Syncing.md
index 14695492..c12f2702 100644
--- a/05.01 Computer setup/Storage and Syncing.md
+++ b/05.01 Computer setup/Storage and Syncing.md
@@ -172,14 +172,17 @@ For Obsidian in particular [GitHub](https://github.com) is used in coordination
The following Apps require a manual backup:
-- [ ] Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for Anchor|Anchor Wallet]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Thursday 📅 2023-07-06
+- [ ] Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for Anchor|Anchor Wallet]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Thursday 📅 2023-10-05
+- [x] Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for Anchor|Anchor Wallet]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Thursday 📅 2023-07-06 ✅ 2023-07-06
- [ ] :iphone: Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for iPhone|iPhone]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-07-11
- [x] :iphone: Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for iPhone|iPhone]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-04-11 ✅ 2023-04-11
-- [ ] :floppy_disk: Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for FV|Folder Vault]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-07-07
+- [ ] :floppy_disk: Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for FV|Folder Vault]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-10-06
+- [x] :floppy_disk: Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for FV|Folder Vault]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-07-07 ✅ 2023-07-07
- [x] :floppy_disk: Backup [[Storage and Syncing#Instructions for FV|Folder Vault]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-04-07 ✅ 2023-04-06
- [ ] :cloud: [[Storage and Syncing|Storage & Sync]]: Backup Volumes to [[Sync|Sync.com]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-09-11
- [x] :cloud: [[Storage and Syncing|Storage & Sync]]: Backup Volumes to [[Sync|Sync.com]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-06-12 ✅ 2023-06-12
-- [ ] :camera: [[Storage and Syncing|Storage & Sync]]: Transfer pictures to ED %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Thursday 📅 2023-07-13
+- [ ] :camera: [[Storage and Syncing|Storage & Sync]]: Transfer pictures to ED %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Thursday 📅 2023-10-12
+- [x] :camera: [[Storage and Syncing|Storage & Sync]]: Transfer pictures to ED %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Thursday 📅 2023-07-13 ✅ 2023-07-13
- [x] :camera: [[Storage and Syncing|Storage & Sync]]: Transfer pictures to ED %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 2nd Thursday 📅 2023-04-13 ✅ 2023-04-13
diff --git a/05.02 Networks/Configuring UFW.md b/05.02 Networks/Configuring UFW.md
index 070ef6c9..a6468a43 100644
--- a/05.02 Networks/Configuring UFW.md
+++ b/05.02 Networks/Configuring UFW.md
@@ -237,7 +237,9 @@ sudo bash /etc/addip4ban/addip4ban.sh
#### Ban List Tasks
-- [ ] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-07-01
+- [ ] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-07-15
+- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-07-08 ✅ 2023-07-08
+- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-07-01 ✅ 2023-07-04
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-06-24 ✅ 2023-06-24
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-06-17 ✅ 2023-06-16
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-06-10 ✅ 2023-06-10
@@ -259,7 +261,9 @@ sudo bash /etc/addip4ban/addip4ban.sh
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-02-18 ✅ 2023-02-17
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-02-11 ✅ 2023-02-11
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]] Get IP addresses caught by Postfix %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Saturday 📅 2023-02-04 ✅ 2023-02-04
-- [ ] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on Saturday 📅 2023-07-01
+- [ ] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on Saturday 📅 2023-07-15
+- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on Saturday 📅 2023-07-08 ✅ 2023-07-08
+- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on Saturday 📅 2023-07-01 ✅ 2023-07-04
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on Saturday 📅 2023-06-24 ✅ 2023-06-24
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on Saturday 📅 2023-06-17 ✅ 2023-06-16
- [x] 🖥 [[Selfhosting]], [[Configuring UFW|Firewall]]: Update the Blocked IP list %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on Saturday 📅 2023-06-10 ✅ 2023-06-10
diff --git a/06.01 Finances/hLedger.md b/06.01 Finances/hLedger.md
index f2d0a76c..2b45ef3f 100644
--- a/06.01 Finances/hLedger.md
+++ b/06.01 Finances/hLedger.md
@@ -416,7 +416,8 @@ title: To explore
- [x] [[hLedger]]: Tax for Investments ✅ 2022-01-22
- [x] [[hLedger]]: Financial forecasting ✅ 2022-01-22
-- [ ] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[hLedger]]: Update Price file %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-07-07
+- [ ] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[hLedger]]: Update Price file %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-10-06
+- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[hLedger]]: Update Price file %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-07-07 ✅ 2023-07-07
- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[hLedger]]: Update Price file %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-04-07 ✅ 2023-04-07
- [ ] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[hLedger]]: Update current ledger %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-07-07
- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[hLedger]]: Update current ledger %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months on the 1st Friday 📅 2023-04-07 ✅ 2023-04-07
diff --git a/06.02 Investments/Crypto Tasks.md b/06.02 Investments/Crypto Tasks.md
index ad27991e..9f49cd32 100644
--- a/06.02 Investments/Crypto Tasks.md
+++ b/06.02 Investments/Crypto Tasks.md
@@ -70,14 +70,16 @@ All tasks and to-dos Crypto-related.
%%- [ ] 💰[[Crypto Tasks#internet alerts|monitor Crypto news and publications]] %%done_del%% 🔁 every week on Friday 📅 2022-12-16%%
-- [ ] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-07-04
+- [ ] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-08-01
+- [x] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-07-04 ✅ 2023-07-04
- [x] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-06-06 ✅ 2023-06-12
- [x] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-05-02 ✅ 2023-05-01
- [x] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-04-04 ✅ 2023-04-03
- [x] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-03-07 ✅ 2023-03-07
- [x] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-02-07 ✅ 2023-02-06
- [x] :ballot_box: [[Crypto Tasks]]: Vote for [[EOS]] block producers %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 1st Tuesday 📅 2023-01-03 ✅ 2023-01-03
-- [ ] :chart: Check [[Nimbus]] earnings %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-07-10
+- [ ] :chart: Check [[Nimbus]] earnings %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-08-14
+- [x] :chart: Check [[Nimbus]] earnings %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-07-10 ✅ 2023-07-10
- [x] :chart: Check [[Nimbus]] earnings %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-06-12 ✅ 2023-06-12
- [x] :chart: Check [[Nimbus]] earnings %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-05-08 ✅ 2023-05-08
- [x] :chart: Check [[Nimbus]] earnings %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Monday 📅 2023-04-10 ✅ 2023-04-09
diff --git a/06.02 Investments/Equity Tasks.md b/06.02 Investments/Equity Tasks.md
index c4f43e40..19997f1f 100644
--- a/06.02 Investments/Equity Tasks.md
+++ b/06.02 Investments/Equity Tasks.md
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@ Note summarising all tasks and to-dos for Listed Equity investments.
- [S] 📊 Re-open Equity positions 📅 2024-03-31
-- [S] 📊 Review holdings of UBS Savings account 📅 2023-06-30
+- [x] 📊 Review holdings of UBS Savings account 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-07-06
%% - [ ] 💰[[Equity Tasks#internet alerts|monitor Equity news and publications]] %%%%done_del%%%% 🔁 every week on Friday 📅 2022-12-16 %%