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Trial and Tribulations

Conversations stopped and heads turned as Joanne Cordova walked a
along the fifth-floor corridor of the Jefferson County courthouse. She smiled at those who met her gaze, though she was trembling inside. She'd seen them nudge each other, thought she knew what they whispered as she passed.

Used to be a cop...Colfax did that happen? She kept her head high as she walked on toward the courtroom where 37-year-old Robert Lee Riggan Jr. waited for his trial to resume. He was accused of killing her friend, a 22-year-old prostitute named Anita Paley, in May 1997.

Dressed in a conservative, cobalt-blue suit with a dark blouse buttoned to her throat and accompanied by a witness advocate, Cordova looked like a businesswoman. Her thick, dark hair was pulled back from her face, emphasizing her high cheekbones and deep-set, dark-brown eyes. Her nose was slightly crooked--broken by another prostitute several weeks earlier.

All you have to do is tell the truth, she reminded herself. Don't get defensive.

When she was a Denver cop in the 1980s, Cordova had dreamed of a day like this. A day when she would march into a courtroom as a key prosecution witness fighting to convict a killer. The defense attorney would attack, of course, but she would deftly turn aside his cross-examination and, speaking calmly and directly to the jury, testify for the victim. Then the jury would find the defendant guilty, justice would be served, and she would be the hero.

Over a decade later, she was finally part of such a trial, and it had begun just the way she'd fantasized. The day before, October 15, 1998, she had been called to the witness stand by the prosecution and asked about the three days she had spent with Riggan just prior to Anita's death.

Cordova thought things had gone well. She'd been careful to make eye contact with the jurors, as she'd been trained to at the police academy, and they had paid close attention to her answers. A rather striking blond juror seemed particularly attentive, nodding each time a point was made and taking notes on a legal pad.

But this morning the defense attorneys would have their turn, and Cordova knew they'd be casting stones. She was no longer a cop, shielded by a badge and the respect it brought.

No, Joanne Marie Cordova was a prostitute and crack-cocaine addict whose fall from grace would be laid bare by the defense. She had stopped using crack to keep her head straight for the trial, and she wasn't turning tricks anymore. But it wouldn't matter once she was on the witness stand. She felt alone and ashamed, fragile as a robin's egg, and she didn't know how she would hold up under the defense attorneys' attack.

She did know she had to try. For Anita, who was so alone in the world that no one had come to the trial of her accused killer...not even the press, although this was a death-penalty trial. The empty rows behind the prosecution table, normally reserved for the victim's family and friends, spoke volumes about the tragedy of Anita's life.

Cordova could have taken off, like the other prostitutes whom the prosecution had subpoenaed. But she stayed, not just to testify for her friend or because she could easily have been Riggan's victim herself.

She stayed because this trial was also about redemption for Joanne Cordova.
No matter how deeply the defense attorney probed into the darkest corners of her life, Cordova knew he would not find them all. In that courtroom, she alone was aware of how far back the seeds of her self-destruction had been planted.

As she approached the courtroom doors, she saw a tall, well-dressed man leaning against the opposite wall. She recognized him as one of Riggan's defense attorneys, Nathan Chambers. She smiled timidly and murmured, "Good morning."

Chambers nodded, though he didn't smile. "Good morning," he replied.
Cordova turned and walked through the heavy wooden doors. As Chambers moved to follow, he was asked what he'd thought of her testimony the previous day. He shrugged.

"She's a whore."

Joanne Cordova was born into a good Catholic family, one that went to church every Sunday. The kids attended parochial schools, got good grades and stayed out of the way of the strict nuns. Joanne never saw her parents fight. She was never spanked. In the morning a hot breakfast was always ready, and dinner was on the table promptly at 5:30 every night.

Only Joanne and her sister Jeannie, who was ten months older, knew about the "bad thing" that had come into Joanne's life.

When Joanne was about nine years old, her family would go to a neighbor's home on weekend nights, where the adults would play board games while the kids entertained themselves until it was time for bed. Then the man of the house would insist on tucking in the Cordova girls.

There, in the dark, he would make Joanne touch him in ways and places she knew were wrong. But intuitively, she also knew this was something her parents would not want to hear about.

When Joanne was twelve, she was gang-raped by a half-dozen boys at a neighbor's house. The worst part, she remembers, was looking up to see her younger brother staring in through a window. Her mother came and found her hiding in a closet of the house.

Joanne should have said something. But she'd known the house was off-limits, and she worried about what her mother would say. So she kept quiet.

The boys, of course, had scattered by the time Joanne was escorted out of the house. But her mother marched her down the street to the home of one of the boys she'd seen leaving. "What happened?" Joanne's mother demanded of the boy.

"We didn't ball her," the boy blurted out.
Joanne's mother just stood there blinking, as if the possibility of that happening to her daughter had never occurred to her. She and Joanne just turned around, went home and never talked about it again.

The subject of sex was taboo in the Cordova household. As Joanne would later say, "I was thirteen before I learned that a man's penis was not always hard."

Joanne escaped inward, reading mystery books. Her childhood heroes were Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, kids who used their minds to foil adult criminals. She thought she would make a good detective.

For the outer world, Joanne learned to hide behind a mask. That way no one could touch her, no one could hurt her, and she was protected. She looked out on life as though through someone else's eyes--someone tougher, someone who didn't care.

By fourteen, Joanne was the neighborhood rebel, always testing the boundaries, looking for trouble and not knowing why. She'd sneak out at night and drink or try drugs.

At seventeen, she ran away from home with her high-school sweetheart. She returned pregnant. He joined the Army to show that he loved her and could support her and their son, and she tried to become a good enlisted man's wife, a good mother. He made $400 a month, $150 of which went for rent, the rest of which she stretched to cover food and diapers and the $20 in savings she set aside each and every month. She doted on her son.

But this life was too tame for Joanne. Bored, she found a way for her husband to get out of the Army on a hardship discharge. Her family was moving to Denver, and she wanted to go, too.

The young couple and their son arrived in Denver in 1978. A year later they divorced. Joanne told her husband he could live in any other state but that she and her son would remain in Colorado.

Her ex-husband would later turn to armed robbery and lead police on one of the biggest manhunts in Oklahoma history.

Joanne's future would be no less infamous.

In 1980 Joanne was working as a cocktail waitress at a country bar, still using her ex-husband's last name of Shannon. She was 21 years old, looking for excitement.

By now she'd had her first taste of cocaine, from a dentist who'd introduced her to "freebase," a smokeable form of the drug. It was a nice high, but generally, she preferred alcohol--a convenient mask--when she partied.

Her best friends were an odd pair. One was a cop's daughter, the other a high-priced call girl. It was through them that she met Wayne Moore, a high-rolling attorney who liked to wine and dine pretty women and give them lavish gifts: expensive jewelry, clothes, shopping trips to the West Coast.

One night, one of Joanne's friends told her that Moore found her attractive and that there might be good money in it if she was willing to go to bed with him. She laughed at first--Moore was fat, and she wasn't the least bit attracted to him. But he was also persistent, and she was envious of the gifts he'd given other girls.

"How much?" he wanted to know.
Other guys had bought her dinner and a movie and expected to get laid; it wasn't like any lasting romance had evolved simply because they were more physically attractive than Moore. So she gave in to him three times and was surprised afterward that she didn't feel cheap. Her favors certainly had not come cheap: He'd given her checks for $500, $400 and $350.

Moore seemed taken with her. He said he was going to buy her a new Mercedes, and Joanne believed him. But then he skipped town and his checks bounced.

Joanne was still mad about that when another girl told her Moore had left because the FBI was after him. She called the FBI and asked about the rumor; someone there took her name but didn't offer much in the way of information.

Joanne wrote the whole experience off. After all, she was not a prostitute.

Two years passed before Wayne Moore's name came up again. Joanne had worked her way up from administrative secretary to a job as a systems analyst at NCR. Then one day she got a call from an attorney, who explained that he worked for two oil companies that suspected Moore of embezzling millions of dollars.

"The FBI gave me your name," he said, and asked Joanne to meet with him.
She took a taxi to a hotel, where she met with the attorney and another man: Truman Leuthauser, a sergeant with the Denver Police Department who had a side business working with companies to look into reports of theft, drug abuse and other problems. The men asked her a few questions, but she didn't know much about Moore's activities. "I just thought he was a wealthy guy with a lot of money to blow," she said, telling them about the bad checks.

After they were through asking questions, Leuthauser offered Joanne a ride home. "Know what kind of car this is?" he asked, opening the door for her. She shook her head. "It's a Jaguar," he said, obviously expecting her to be impressed.

Joanne thought the cop was a bit on the "geeky" side. He was dressed in a cheap polyester suit and trying desperately to cover encroaching baldness. But he apparently had money, so when he asked for her telephone number, she gave it to him.

And Leuthauser quickly demonstrated his generosity. Joanne had told him she'd lost a contact lens, and when he dropped her off at her mother's house, he placed a $100 bill on the coffee table. "Buy yourself another lens," he said.

It wasn't long before the two were romantically involved. Joanne had never been treated so well. They ate at the best restaurants. He bought her furs and jewelry. She taught him how to dress--whether good blue jeans or Cassini suits. They went to the dog track nearly every day, and when they won, which was often, he'd take her shopping.

"Pick out an outfit," he'd say. After she did, he'd tell her to pick out another. It was nothing for him to spend $300, $400 on her at a single stop. Not even Moore had been so generous, and if she saw a connection between the two men, she ignored it. She was in love.

Leuthauser was fifteen years older than Joanne, but that didn't matter. If anything, his maturity and the way he took charge of her life made her feel safe. Several months passed before Leuthauser admitted that he was married and had kids, but by then she didn't care. He rarely spent a night away from her. He was hers, and she'd fight for him.

While he made good money as a Denver cop, where he'd been on the force since 1967, Leuthauser made even more with his moonlighting. Joanne listened raptly to his tales of catching bad guys and was thrilled when he invited her to be one of the "operatives" he placed at companies to spy on the employees.

It was like being in a Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys mystery. She'd always thought she'd make a good detective.

Then a friend of Leuthauser's told Joanne that the Denver Police Department was looking for new recruits. She asked Leuthauser what he thought of her applying--he liked her to run the big decisions in her life past him--and he encouraged her. But she failed the general-knowledge entrance examination.

Although Joanne was disappointed, it wasn't the end of the world. She still had her job with Leuthauser's moonlighting business. And she had a key role in that company's Associated Grocers case.

Leuthauser was directing a seven-month police investigation into theft and drug use at AG, reporting to DPD Captain Larry Britton. At the same time, Leuthauser was receiving "consulting fees" from the company.

Joanne Cordova was one of the undercover informants he'd planted at AG to take note of any questionable or criminal activities by other employees. She managed to make a series of heroin buys that resulted in the arrest of two Associated Grocers truckers.

All told, over fifty AG employees lost their jobs, although only a few were ever prosecuted for criminal activities. Many workers claimed the company had instigated the investigation in order to break their union, a claim AG denied.

After the success of the Associated Grocers operation, Leuthauser formed a new corporation called Corporate Consulting Services Inc. and invited Cordova to be his partner. He even listed her on the incorporation papers as company vice president and secretary. She threw her energies into the business, designing the company logo and letterhead, even helping Leuthauser come up with a slogan: "Minimizing Losses to Maximize Profits."

But work would be put on hold for one week. Associated Grocers had been so pleased with the results of the sting that the company bought Cordova, Leuthauser and several employees an all-expenses-paid trip to Manzanilla, Mexico, that would run from December 2 to December 9, 1982.

A week before she was scheduled to leave for Mexico, however, Joanne saw in a newspaper advertisement that the Denver Police Department was recruiting again. The entrance examination was scheduled for December 7.

Joanne wanted to be a cop, but she didn't want to miss the trip, either. So it was arranged that her sister, Jeannie, would take the test for her.

When she returned from Mexico, she learned that Joanne Cordova had passed the entrance exam and had been admitted to the police academy.

During her 22 weeks of training there, Joanne passed a battery of other tests--academic, physical, psychological. She never thought that the one test she didn't take would turn out to be a problem.

Joanne liked being a cop, but it wasn't easy being a female on the force. Not only did she get less respect from the criminals on the street than her male counterparts did, but she got less from many of the men she worked with. While she had several good partners, she thought of others as "slugs" and the "epitome of the jelly-doughnut cop," officers who showed little initiative. They didn't appreciate her gung-ho nature.

Still, Cordova was commended for her initiative and was soon receiving outstanding performance reviews. But among her less enthusiastic colleagues, she also earned a reputation of being "difficult" to work with. She ignored them and tried to go about her work as she believed it should be done.

Joanne believed she would easily make detective someday--but her goals were much more lofty than that. She wanted to make lieutenant, then captain. She looked up to other female officers, especially Lieutenant Miriam Reed, an intelligent, dedicated officer who everyone thought had a shot at becoming Denver's first female chief of police. If not, Cordova fantasized, maybe I will.

She wasn't interested in small-time crimes. Although her patrol area included Colfax Avenue, she ignored the women who stood on the corners there, hopping into cars for short, frantic assignations. She knew that most of those women were drug addicts who lived from one trick to the next, just getting enough money to stay high.

Cordova wanted to catch the robbers and the burglars and the rapists. She dreamed of catching a killer and testifying at his trial, seeing that justice was done.

Her instructors at the police academy had taught her how to present herself in court. Listen politely to the attorneys, but address your answers to the jury. Make good eye contact...jurors believe witnesses who look them in the eyes. And whatever you do, don't let the defense attorneys get under your skin.

Finally, she got her chance to put a murderer away--even if the crime wasn't exactly a whodunit. A man called the police dispatcher to say he'd shot his wife in the head.

Cordova and her partner were the first to arrive on the scene. The man hadn't lied: His wife lay in a pool of blood in the middle of the living room. But Cordova knew that many cases were thrown out of court or lost at trial because of sloppy police work, and she was determined to do this by the book.

"She was yelling at me," the shooter said as Cordova strained to catch every word. "I picked up a beer can and took a drink. Then I picked up a gun and told her, 'I'm going to shoot you if you don't shut up.'" But his wife kept yelling, and so he'd pulled the trigger.

Joanne remembered what he said and wrote it down verbatim.
Months later, she went to court and testified as she had practiced. Word for word, she recounted the defendant's statement.

The cross-examination wasn't as dramatic as she'd envisioned; the defense version of events was that the gun had gone off accidentally. But Cordova recounted what the defendant had said and stuck to it.

The man was convicted. It was the proudest moment of Cordova's career.

Life was good for Joanne Cordova. She was a decent cop. She was still in love with Leuthauser. And she was also part owner, or so she thought, of a company that allowed her to buy nice things--a Corvette, a Bronco II, a home with a $1,000-a-month mortgage. The moonlighting business was going well, even though new Denver mayor Federico Pena had promoted Tom Coogan to police chief. Coogan had declined to grant Leuthauser hundreds of hours of overtime--some from the Associated Grocers investigation--and had also transferred him from the detective bureau into a substation as a night patrol supervisor.

As Joanne became more secure professionally and personally, she grew tired of Leuthauser controlling everything she did in her private life. She also found that he was not only cheating on his wife, he was cheating on her. And in 1985, two and a half years after their affair began, Joanne called it quits.

Leuthauser did not take it well. She would later claim that he told her, "I made you, I can break you." And that, she believed, was exactly what he proceeded to do.

On July 27, 1985, Joanne's 27th birthday, she got a call from her sergeant saying a Denver Post reporter was asking for her. She returned the reporter's call.

He wanted to know if she was aware that criminal charges of second-degree forgery, criminal impersonation and conspiracy had been filed against Joanne Cordova and her sister, Jeannie. According to the charges, the reporter told her, the Denver Police Department's Internal Affairs Bureau was saying that Jeannie Cordova had taken the police entrance exam for Joanne when she was in Mexico, and as a result, Joanne had been "impersonating" a police officer for the past two-plus years.

Joanne didn't know how to respond. She panicked and denied the whole story. She didn't even know where Manzanilla was, she told the reporter. Then she hung up, reeling.

Where had the information come from? According to Internal Affairs, Captain Britton, who was soon to retire from the force, had claimed he'd overheard the Cordova sisters talking about the test in a bar. But that was ridiculous. For one thing, Joanne never went to bars with her sister. Although he would later deny it to her face, she believed the accusation could only have originated with Truman Leuthauser.

The day after the call, the Denver Post ran a story under the headline "Cop on the beach as sister took examination."

At first Cordova dared to hope that the incident would blow over. I didn't commit a crime, she told herself. I cheated. I got through the academy on my own...I'm a good cop. But while several of her supervisors came to her defense and said she was a fine officer, neither the newspapers nor the Denver district attorney were going to let it drop.

Three days after the story broke, Joanne Cordova resigned from the police department and gave up the only dream she'd ever really had.

Devastated, she couldn't eat or sleep. Former partners and colleagues called to check up on her, worried she might do something drastic. But while she didn't want to live anymore, neither could she kill herself.

It was her mother who insisted that Joanne not take the betrayal lying down. "Don't you let that man do that to you," she said. "Fight back."

Joanne thought about what her mother had said. Of all the men who had hurt her--the molester, the neighborhood boys, Wayne Moore--none had hurt her like Truman Leuthauser.

She got angry--and then she got even. Leuthauser wasn't the only one who could cast a few stones.

Joanne went to Internal Affairs and gave a 77-page deposition that, among other things, identified which of Leuthauser's outside activities she thought the department would find questionable. And it had been Leuthauser's idea that her sister take the entrance exam, she told the investigators. She figured the department would want to know how one of its senior officers had steered a naive, 22-year-old woman.

In August the Rocky Mountain News broke the story that Leuthauser was under investigation by his own department for improperly using the police laboratory and other facilities for his private projects. He was also being questioned about accepting consulting fees while conducting police business.

The article mentioned Joanne Cordova, who was still facing charges, only in passing. It quoted former Captain Britton, who had since taken a job with Associated Grocers, as saying he'd had no knowledge of Leuthauser accepting fees while officially on that job as a detective. Other AG officials, however, told the newspaper that Leuthauser had worked for them on a daily basis and was paid between $20 to $30 an hour.

Leuthauser resigned from the police department. He kept his consulting business, but Cordova's name was removed from the official paperwork.

Ultimately, the Cordova sisters received deferred sentences. If they stayed out of trouble, the charges would be removed from their records.

Joanne Cordova did not stay out of trouble.

On May 7, 1997, Joanne Cordova was walking across Colfax Avenue when a man in a blue minivan pulled up. "Hi," he called out. "Can I ask you something?"

Cordova stopped and peered inside the van. She didn't know the man--a white guy with strange, pale eyes--but she recognized the woman in the passenger seat as another Capitol Hill hooker.

The man said he was Bob Davis and introduced the hooker as "my wife, Debbie Davis." He was trying to buy his wife some cocaine. Did Cordova know where they might find some?

That Cordova recognized a local hooker and knew exactly where to find cocaine showed how far she'd fallen since 1985. She'd lost her job, lost her jewels, lost her cars, lost her home... lost her self-respect.

All she had left were a few clothes, a crack pipe and her life. Such as it was.

It wasn't like she'd resigned from the force and woken up the next day a crack-addicted prostitute. The slide had taken some time. But each time she dropped lower, she could trace her fall back to that newspaper headline: Cop on the beach as sister took examination.

At first she drowned the pain with alcohol. Then in 1990, she was introduced to crack cocaine. Like freebase, it was a smokeable form of the drug. But unlike freebase, it left its users jonesing for more. Snorters and freebase users always wanted more coke; crack addicts had to have it.

For crack, she'd screwed up a good job she had with American Express. After stealing about $13,000 from the company, she'd spent eleven months in prison, losing custody of the only truly wonderful thing that had happened to her since 1985, her daughter. Still, she knew the girl was better off with her father, a one-night stand who wouldn't even let Cordova see the girl.

Out of prison in January 1995 and on parole, Cordova had stayed clean for ten months, working two jobs, saving her money, living with her son and his girlfriend.

At night she'd lie awake, wondering what her life would have been like if she'd been able to stay a cop. Several of her academy classmates had already made lieutenant, and she'd been as dedicated as any of them.

Maybe I should have fought it, she'd think. She had cheated--what was the big deal? Other officers beat their wives, and they were still on the force. When she thought about what could have been it made her literally sick to her stomach.

One evening she went to dinner at a former inmate's house, and after the meal, there was cocaine for dessert. The cravings returned with a vengeance, and all of Joanne's thoughts about a future disappeared. Soon her money was gone. She was evicted from her apartment. Her life careened downhill.

Crack gave her a mask that protected her from the world--but it took everything she had to maintain it in place.

Cordova went from man to man, to whoever would help her get more crack. One boyfriend was the jealous sort. He'd get high and start accusing her of sleeping around. "You're nothing but a coke whore," he'd say. "You'd screw anybody who'd give you crack."

She'd heard herself called a coke whore so many times that one day she decided to see what he'd say if she really was one. So she got up from their bed and went into the bathroom, where she curled her hair and put on makeup. She pulled out her sexiest outfit and began to walk out the door.

"Where you going?" her boyfriend asked.
"You keep calling me a whore," she retorted, "so I'm going to see if anybody will pay for this body."

With that, she sauntered out of the house and toward a main thoroughfare. "Anybody out here want to pay for this body?" she yelled at startled motorists. "Who'd pay me to have this body?"

Cars began honking. Men smiled and said they'd be happy to pay.
Her point made, she returned to her boyfriend's apartment. She had no intention of selling herself for a drug. But she didn't know how deep her need for crack ran.

When her boyfriend was arrested and sent to jail in the spring of 1997, she found herself out on the streets with nowhere to go and a major drug habit. The next time a man offered money for sex, she at last hit bottom.

She truly was a coke whore.

Cordova was never comfortable peddling her ass on Colfax, so when she met a new trick, she "cultivated" him to become a repeat customer. She wanted to establish a clientele of "ten boyfriends" whom she could call when she wanted to exchange her "time" for money.

Still, she didn't kid herself about what she had become. Call girl. Hooker. Whore. And while she preferred to visit her "boyfriends," when she needed a fix she wasn't above climbing in the backseat of a car.

She was fortunate that not every man who wanted to spend time with her was looking for sex. She had her friend Jimmy, a local photographer whom she could count on when she got in trouble. And there was Shane Delray, a small black man who some people thought was a pimp; she knew him as a crack connection and a friend who would let her and some of the other girls crash at his apartment.

Prostitution was a nasty, dangerous business, nothing at all like the movie Pretty Woman, in which a millionaire who looks like Richard Gere falls in love with a hooker and takes her away from it all. Sure, there were guys who wanted to "rescue" prostitutes, but they were usually least, they were after they were through getting what they'd paid for.

Cordova didn't worry about AIDS. She'd always insisted on condoms, anyway, and she didn't inject her drug of choice, like the hookers who preferred heroin. There were faster ways to die than from disease.

She'd been sprayed with chemicals, had her nose broken, been beaten up and robbed. A gang member had pointed a shotgun in her face; another guy had threatened to kill her and "jack off over" her dead body. All over coke deals.

Although she'd never had any trouble with a trick, she didn't meet hundreds of men, like some of the girls. And she knew that prostitutes disappeared all the time or were found dead in alleys or stuffed into trash bins with the rest of the community's garbage. Sometimes you never heard if it was a drug dealer who'd killed them or some sick trick who figured nobody would mind if a prostitute died.

So far, Cordova had always managed to talk or fight her way out of the worst jams. She knew a day might come when she wouldn't be able to--but the need for crack outweighed everything else. Joanne and women just like her risked their lives every day, letting men use their bodies in ways that made her sick to think about, just for one more hit.

And the craziest part of all? Some john might turn ugly or some drug dealer would pull a knife, but if she survived the moment, a crack addict would head right back to the streets and risk it all again.

About the only thing that would interrupt the cycle was getting arrested for drugs or prostitution. And that would last only as long as it took to make bail or do the time.

This was Joanne Cordova's life in May 1997, when the guy in the blue van pulled over and asked if she knew where to find some coke.

Thinking she'd score as the middleman, Cordova got in the van and told Bob Davis where to go. The first stop was not a good one.

The dealer, a large black man, tried to short them. When Cordova complained, he said, "I'm going to drag you out of this van and beat your fuckin' head in."

Davis looked on as if the two were having a polite conversation. Well, Joanne thought, we know he's no gentleman.

She managed to calm the dealer down. And in the end, they located more crack for Davis to give his "wife," with some left for Cordova, who went on about her business. She never expected to see the guy in the blue van again.

As she was walking across Colfax the next day, though, someone started honking at her. She kept walking. She didn't want any cops who were around to see her approach the guy honking and arrest her for soliciting.

Cordova was feeling depressed, and all she wanted was to reach Delray's house, where she hoped she could sleep for a few hours. But the honker was persistent, and at last she looked. It was the man in the blue van. Bob Davis.

"I've been looking for you," he said. "I bought you some clothes."
Debbie Davis was apparently out of the picture. It didn't matter to Joanne. Some tricks were just like that--they wanted "pretend wives" for the day or for a few hours. Hell, once she'd married a Muslim guy, ceremony and all, just so he could have sex with her and still adhere to his religion. The "marriage" lasted three days, after which he paid her and they parted company.

Although she didn't believe a word he said, Cordova allowed herself to feel flattered by Davis. She needed an ego boost, and here this guy was saying he'd been looking all over for her...bringing her gifts. Just like Truman, she thought. She got in the van.

True to his word, Bob had a pile of women's clothes in the back. Most of them were too large for her, including a pretty pair of lacy maroon panties still on the hanger. She suspected Bob had originally gotten the clothes for Debbie, a heftier girl, but he assured her they could return them for something in her size.

They drove to a pawnshop, where Davis sold a stereo. With that money, he purchased beer and a bottle of schnapps and they drove to Sloan Lake.

As they talked, Cordova decided she kind of liked Bob Davis. For one thing, he hadn't asked her for sex. She figured it was coming, but at least it wasn't the first thing out of his mouth. For the moment, he seemed content to just chat--like they were some old couple.

She also was impressed with his apparent intelligence. He seemed to have moved around quite a bit and knew something of the world. His van was as tidy as an accountant's ledgers, everything stowed away in plastic containers that were strapped neatly in place. He had all sorts of camping gear and appeared ready for anything.

Davis told her he'd like to take her up in the mountains to his "favorite place in the whole world." It was some spot beyond Black Hawk, near an abandoned cabin. Maybe, he suggested, they'd get some things together and go up there the next day for a picnic.

"That'd be nice," Cordova murmured as she sipped a beer. She was feeling drowsy as the late afternoon sun poured in through the windows. "You're a nice guy, Bob Davis," she said, and meant it.

She woke in the dark to the sound of someone talking through a loudspeaker. The police were announcing that the park was closing and they would have to leave.

Davis waved at the cops and started the van. He had his hair combed over to one side and some nerdy-looking glasses on. "It's my Poindexter look. See," he said, pointing to the police cruiser as it drove off, "they think I'm just a normal guy."

As far as Cordova could see, Bob Davis was just a normal guy. A little lonely, maybe, a little anal about keeping his van tidy. Still, why wouldn't the police think he was just a normal guy?

They spent the night in the van, parked on a street in a quiet neighborhood. Davis had neatly laid out a sleeping bag for each of them. She was surprised when he made no attempt to have sex.

The next morning, Bob and Joanne went to a nearby cafe for breakfast, where they were served by a young blond waitress. She was just a girl, friendly and polite, but after she took their order, Davis leaned over and sneered, "She looks like a whore."

Who did he think he was sitting with, Joanne wondered, the Virgin Mary? She knew what she was, but he didn't need to be so rude.

The incident was quickly forgotten, however, as Davis took her shopping. He seemed to have a lot of money and urged her to pick out whatever she wanted. She chose several new pairs of 501 jeans, Reebok running shoes, underwear and two watches.

It was like Christmas. No one had spent that kind of money on her since Truman Leuthauser, and she hadn't talked with him for eight years. (He'd shown up for her sentencing in the American Express case, but she had been too ashamed to contact him after that.) The day got even better after Davis took her to buy crack.

Now Davis said he wanted to go on that picnic. It sounded like fun; Joanne hadn't been to the mountains for ages.

They were soon driving past the former mining town of Black Hawk. A few miles up the highway, Davis turned off onto a gravel road. A quarter mile or so up the road, he pulled into a turnoff in front of an old cabin.

Joanne got out and stretched as he opened the side door and carefully selected a few items, including a cooler containing several beers and a sleeping bag to sit on.

A little stream ran alongside the path they took past the shack, and a sign at the trailhead announced that Missouri Falls was up ahead. After a five-minute climb they reached a clearing, and Davis spread out the sleeping bag.

Joanne sat down, took a sip from the beer Davis handed her and listened as he talked again about how much he loved this place. The air was warm and the stream burbled pleasantly nearby.

The next thing she knew, she was waking up on the sleeping bag. She could tell by the position of the sun that she had been out for a while. Davis was gone. Frightened, she stood up.

"Bob?" she called out. There was no answer. "Bob!" she shouted.
Joanne hadn't paid much attention to her surroundings during the drive, and now she realized she had no idea where she was. Her fear rising, she walked quickly back down the path to the cabin. It was with a mixture of relief and anger that she saw the van.

She walked back up the path to the clearing. Partway there, she stopped short. Later, she would not know whether to describe it as a vision or a waking dream, but suddenly she saw herself lying face down in the stream...drowned.

Her heart was pounding when she walked back into the clearing. Davis was still nowhere to be seen, but she had the distinct impression that he was watching her. She knew that he wanted to hurt her.

Suddenly Davis walked into the clearing. "Where have you been?" she yelled, close to tears. "I was scared."

Instead of apologizing, Davis answered anger with anger. His face flushed. "Don't you ever ask me where I go," he shouted. "If we come up here and you want to take some time to yourself, I won't ask you a bunch of questions. The same for me."

Joanne was taken aback by his vehemence. She thought she'd better defuse the situation.

"Come on, sit down," she said, sitting down herself and patting the ground by the sleeping bag. "I'm sorry. I told you when we met that I'm an addict, and I'm just really, really hurting for something."

There, she thought, let him "rescue" me in my time of need. She wanted crack all right, more than ever after this. But she had to be careful not to push this guy's buttons.

Davis's angry countenance softened immediately. Now he wanted sex.
The demand caught Joanne off-guard. She'd known what the price was going to be for the clothes and cocaine. But a moment before he had been practically screaming at her, and here he was talking about wanting to do it "doggie-style."

Joanne shook her head. She was a prostitute, but a modest one. "Not here," she said.

When Davis protested, beginning to get mad again, she suggested, "How about in the van?"

The sex that followed was angry. He pulled Joanne's hair until she cried out and thrust himself as if to hurt her.

After he finished, though, he was suddenly good old Bob Davis again. He explained that he'd left her in the clearing so that he could look at an old mine shaft he'd spotted on a previous trip. He hadn't meant to alarm her.

They drove back to Denver and he took her out to dinner. They again spent the night in the van. The next day Davis took Joanne to Five Points to buy more crack.

After the purchase, Joanne got back in the van and smoked the drug. This time Davis wanted to be repaid right away.

"You got your rocks--now I want to get my rocks off," he said. He suggested they have sex right there in the parking lot across from the dealer's house.

"Not here," she said. "Let's find some place more private."
Davis threw the van into gear. As he drove, he kept pointing to different spots and asking, "How about here? How about here?"

They were all too public for Joanne, but Davis was getting angrier by the minute. Feeling desperate, she remembered the previous day. "The mountains," she said. "How about we go back to your favorite place?"

Davis nodded, and they were soon on the interstate headed west. They got past Black Hawk, but they never made it to the turnoff. Instead, Davis spotted an empty construction site, veered into it and stopped the van. He ordered Joanne into the back. Again the sex was angry, punishing.

When Davis finished, he got back in the driver's seat and headed toward Denver. They made it almost to the Evergreen Parkway exit off of I-70 when they ran out of gas.

Now Joanne was really in trouble. It was her fault they had run out of gas, Davis said. If she'd just agreed to have sex in the parking lot, they wouldn't be in this fix. He grabbed a gas can and jumped out for a walk to the nearest filling station.

"While I'm gone, fix us some sandwiches," he ordered. He handed her a knife and a can of tuna fish.

Joanne did as ordered, although it wasn't easy. The knife he'd given her had a long, thin blade--the sort used to filet fish. It was so narrow, she could hardly get any mayonnaise to stay on.

She would remember that knife when she'd forgotten other things about that day.

Back in Denver, Davis took Joanne shopping. He was happy and talkative, telling her about growing up in Iowa, where his dear mother still lived in a big white mansion.

He also told her he'd been making a living as a petty thief for the past eight years, mostly as a "booster," or shoplifter. He was proud of his cleverness and bragged about the twenty different identification cards he carried and how he could change his looks like a chameleon to "throw off" the cops.

They spent the night in his van. The next morning, Monday, May 12, Joanne told Davis she needed to get dropped off for an "appointment." Really, she just needed some time away from him, but she agreed to meet up with him later.

It was the crack talking. As long as he supplied the drugs, she could put up with his temper and his crude sex.

She left her new clothes in the van. "See you in a couple of hours," she said.

But when Joanne returned at the appointed time, he wasn't there. An hour and a half later, he still hadn't shown up. Cursing herself for having left her stuff in the van, Cordova got a ride back to Colfax Avenue.

A few hours later, former police officer Joanne Cordova was arrested for soliciting an undercover cop. She complained that he'd entrapped her.

It was the luckiest break of her life.

Bob Davis--whose real name was Robert Riggan Jr.--didn't waste much time hooking up with another Capitol Hill prostitute. This one was named Charlene Snow.

As he had with Joanne, he took the woman to buy crack. But Snow, who told him to call her "Brandy," wasn't as modest as Joanne. She paid for her drugs with sex on demand.

As he had with Joanne, Davis invited Brandy to go to the mountains, to a cabin that was his favorite place. He was prepared for any eventuality, he assured her, pointing to the camping equipment in the back of the van. Davis noticed when Brandy's eyes rested on a hatchet with a sharp side and a flat, hammerlike side. He laughed and told her he was ready for anything.

When Davis arrived at Shane Delray's house the next day to pick up Brandy, she'd just gotten high and didn't need the crack. So she suggested to another hooker that she might want to meet the "guy in the blue van."

Sure, Anita Paley said. She was new to prostitution and rarely had enough money to buy more than the smallest quantity of crack.

A little over five foot tall, just 105 pounds, Anita looked even younger than her 22 years. But she'd already had a hard life. Her father had died when she was young, and her mother soon remarried. Anita was a sweet and loving child, her mother would later say. But she was pregnant and out of the house by sixteen.

She married the father of her child, a little girl born on Halloween, 1991. But money was tight, the marriage was unhappy, and Anita's husband blamed her. Her mother often thought Anita was depressed.

Somehow she found the time and resources to go back to school and earn her high-school equivalency degree; she followed that with two years of college to receive a certified nurse's license. Anita hoped to someday become a registered nurse, and she kept taking courses with an eye toward fulfilling that goal. In the meantime, she worked at a nursing home--a job she loved.

Anita had a second child in 1993 but soon separated from her husband. She moved back in with her parents.

In 1995, Anita found a boyfriend. He convinced her to leave the children--one with her former husband and one with her former mother-in-law back East--while she traveled around the country with him. He also introduced her to crack cocaine.

By the time the couple arrived in Denver in June 1996, Anita was an addict. Her boyfriend left her to fend for herself, which she did initially by working in strip bars. But her wages and tips weren't enough to cover her habit, and by the spring of 1997 she had turned to prostitution.

That April she met Shane Delray, whose current girlfriend was in jail, so she filled the void until "Gigi" got out. By that time, Anita wanted Delray to herself, but Gigi wasn't giving him up. It was all he could do to keep them apart.

Anita grew more depressed. One day Delray found her in the bathroom cutting her wrists. She wasn't doing a very good job of it. After he took her to the emergency room to get bandaged, he told the other girls that he thought Anita had done it more for attention than anything else.

But she was obviously a troubled young woman. She told Delray and the other hookers she met that she was schizophrenic. Somewhere she found a book on the subject. She was reading it in May, when Brandy introduced her to Bob Davis.

Bob seemed nice enough. He bought her crack right away, and that was a good thing. He also invited her to pick from a pile of new clothes he had in the back of his van. Most were too big for her tiny frame, but she did keep a pair of lacy maroon underwear. Then he took her shopping where, he said, they could exchange the other clothes for something that fit.

He told her he'd appreciate it if she'd pretend to be his wife. She went along with the idea--why not, she was high and happy--and made sure people in the store knew she was Mrs. Bob Davis. She wanted to do a little pretending herself. "I like to be called 'Buffy,'" she said. So from then on, that's what Davis called her.

Davis said he wanted to show her his favorite place in the whole world. Anita thought a trip to the mountains sounded like fun.

But when Anita returned to Delray's house in the early hours of May 15, 1997, she was distraught. Delray asked what was wrong. "The guy in the blue van raped me," she said, and burst into tears.

She'd expected he'd request sex. But Davis hadn't asked; he'd just used her, violently, as though her feelings didn't matter a bit.

Still, Davis had promised to buy her more crack, she told Delray, so she planned to meet him again later.

Anita spent the rest of the morning reading the Bible on the couch, then went out for a walk. While she was gone, Joanne Cordova showed up.

"Hey, Jo-Jo, I need to talk to you," Delray said. He guided her to a room where he could speak to her in private. "I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me."

"I've always been honest with you, Shane," Joanne replied. "What's up?"
"The guy in the blue van--what's he like?" Delray asked. Whatever his other shortcomings, he liked Anita, and he didn't want her dealing with some sick guy who got off by hurting hookers.

Joanne shrugged. She really didn't know what to think of Bob Davis--a nice guy one moment, bizarre and scary the next. All she knew is that she wished she hadn't left her new clothes in his van. "Why?" she asked.

"Anita says he raped her."
Joanne's first inclination was to wonder if Anita was just trying to get more attention from Delray. But as she remembered the not-so-nice side of Davis, she thought maybe there was something to it.

Joanne, too, liked Anita and considered her a friend. Anita tried to act tough, like she'd been on the streets her whole life--she'd told everyone that her parents threw her out of the house when she got pregnant--but Joanne thought othewise. To her, Anita seemed frail and naive...innocent in a world where there was no such thing.

Anita didn't own much more than the clothes she wore. About the only things she had left of her former life were photographs of her daughters.

Joanne had been surprised when she learned about Anita's children. She told her about her own two kids and her guilt about having failed as a mother. But Anita didn't want to talk about her children. That only made her cry.

Joanne was still at the house when Anita returned. She had to get ready for her date with the guy in the blue van.

Joanne had been looking for Davis since she'd gotten out of jail. She wanted her clothes, and she asked Anita to get them.

Anita said she would. When the van pulled up, she headed out the door, the rape apparently forgotten. Joanne thought she looked happy.

He must be buying her a lot of crack, Joanne thought, not without envy. She called after the younger woman, "Get my bag, Anita, and I'll owe you forever."

The little blonde turned and smiled. "Okay," she shouted back. "I promise." Then she was gone.

To be concluded next week.

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Vampire Diaries Season 6 Picks Up “Several Months” After Damon’s Death

We’ve known for awhile that Season 6 of The Vampire Diaries would pick up following a substantial time jump, now we have more information about what that might look like for our cast of characters. How will Elena (Nina Dobrev) be dealing with the apparent death of the man she thought she’d spend forever with? Executive producer Julie Plec talked to TV Guide on the subject.

"One of the big questions you'll be asking when we get back is how did she pick up the pieces?" Julie said of Elena’s transition into life without Damon. "Or did she pick up the pieces at all? When we come back, several months have passed and Elena has returned to her life at school and seems to be doing well, but the mystery is really how well is she doing? And she's got some odd and awkward coping mechanisms that inform a lot about where she is and how she's handling this particular grief."

We’re pretty intrigued to see how both Elena and Stefan are coping in the wake of Damon’s “death.” Julie added on the subject: “Each of them have a very specific method of how they're dealing with it and they find a strange appreciation of each other's methods even though they're not necessarily healthy. They connect over the fact that sometimes it takes extreme choices to move past something that has hurt you so deeply. So we will see their friendship able to be strong and healthy in spite of the way each of them individually are dealing with their loss.”

Between the time jump and the host of new characters TVD has been feverishly casting, Season 6 seems poised to take the show in an entirely new direction — and we couldn’t more excited at the prospect.

Kayti Burt is a contributing writer for Wetpaint Entertainment with a penchant for all things pop culture. Follow her on Twitter and Google+!

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Fordham law professor Jim Cohen gives insight into recent sexual assault allegations at Penn State and Syracuse

Jim Cohen, Associate Professor of Law at the Fordham School of Law, joined FUV's Kyle Kessis and Colin Henderson to discuss the legal questions surrounding both cases, as well as possible sentences.

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2013 Mercedes E-Class Coupe unveiled

  • New Mercedes E-Class Coupe
  • Updated styling; new safety kit
  • On sale in January, from around £33,000
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The 2013 Mercedes-Benz E-Class Coupe has been unveiled ahead of its debut at the 2013 Detroit motor show. The face-lifted model gets cosmetic updates, more efficient engines and new safety equipment.

Externally, the most significant change is at the front of the car, where the previous model's 'quad' headlamps have been replaced by new-look headlights with single lenses. Mercedes has introduced a similar look for the 2013 E-Class saloon and estate models.

The face-lifted E-Class Coupe also gets a new, sportier front grille and a redesigned front bumper with larger air intakes. A new rear bumper incorporates extra chrome trim.

The 2013 E-Class Coupe retains distinctive curved creases above its rear wheels; these have been replaced by smoother straight lines on saloon and estate models.

Inside, there are subtle changes, with new designs for the instrument cluster, air vent surrounds and centre console.

The engine line-up is an updated, slimmed-down version of the outgoing car's. The V6 and V8 petrol engines have been dropped, so there's a choice of four-cylinder E200 and E250 petrol engines, both of which get new direct-injection systems for improved fuel economy and performance.

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The diesel options are four-cylinder E220 and E250 CDI engines, and the six-cylinder E350 CDI. Depending on model, there's a choice of a six-speed manual or seven-speed automatic gearbox.

A range of new safety features are standard or available as options, including systems that use radar, cameras and ultrasonic technology to read the road and conditions ahead. A forward-facing radar sensor, as part of a Collision Prevention Assist system, comes as standard and applies the brakes in the event of an impending crash.

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An enhanced Attention Assist system is also standard, which warns the driver when they are showing signs of fatigue. Optional safety kit includes Distronic Plus with Steering Assist, which can keep the car centred in its lane in traffic, while Pre-Safe Brake can detect pedestrians and brake to avoid a collision at up to 30mph.

Pre-Safe Plus senses when a car is approaching too fast and first warns them by flashing the hazard warning lights, and then braces by applying the brakes and tensing the seatbelts to lessen whiplash.

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UK prices and specifications will be announced later this month. We'd expect small increases over the current model, so a starting price of around £33,000 is likely. The 2013 Mercedes E-Class Coupe will be available to order later this month, with first deliveries in May.

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Peugeot 3008: driven

  • Bags of space
  • Light steering and pricey options
  • On sale now from £15,995
So what is it? In reality it's a tall, small family hatchback, mixing the beefy styling of an SUV with a large slice of MPV flexibility. Its roots can be found in the not-so-great 308, but don't let that fool you – that extra '0' adds a lot more than a number.

Okay, so its mixed-up identity hasn't done wonders for the looks, but scratch the surface and you'll find a very capable family car. In fact, the 3008 is good enough to make you think twice about the Nissan.

What's it like to drive?
Climb on to the lofty driver's seat and the first thing you notice is the quality of the interior. Most of the materials look and feel surprisingly posh, and everything seems well bolted together.

There's a good view of the road ahead and acres of airy cabin space. A bulky centre console robs some shoulder-room from front passengers, but there's more than enough head- and legroom in all five seats, and the boot is huge.

If you need an even bigger loadbay, the rear seats fold flat at the tug of a lever, and a split tailgate makes for easy access.

The thumbs up continue when you drive the 3008. It's comfortable and quiet, and the ride is remarkably supple. The light steering is a bonus around town, but it doesn't weight up on faster roads and feedback is poor. Shame, because Peugeot's dynamic roll control (fitted as standard to higher-end Sport and Exclusive models) does a good job of reducing body lean.

And the performance?
As for engines, we've yet to drive the entry-level 120bhp 1.6 petrol, but the 150bhp turbocharged version is a gem. There's plenty of pull though the mid-range and it revs sweetly. Fuel economy isn't bad, either.

If you want to minimise your fuel and tax bills, there are three diesel to choose from. The 110bhp 1.6 is no ball of fire, but it should average 55mpg and will certainly work out cheapest for company car drivers.

Both 2.0-litre diesels (a 150bhp manual and a 163bhp automatic) bump up the price considerably, so we'd stick with the 1.6 unless towing is on of the list of duties.

Whether you choose Active, Sport or Exclusive trim, you'll get six airbags, stability control and air-conditioning. Sport adds alloys, rear parking sensors and cruise control, while the bells-and-whistles Exclusive brings a 'Cielo' panoramic glass roof, a fancy head-up display, climate control, and automatic lights and wipers.

Our verdict
Fine family transport, and a welcome return to form for Peugeot

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All the engines are smooth, but our favourite is the punchy 158bhp 1.6-litre diesel. It comes with four-wheel drive, whereas the 118bhp version is front-wheel drive only and the 153bhp 2.0-litre petrol is available in front- or four-wheel-drive form.

Buyers with no intention of towing or venturing off road can stick with the front-wheel-drive versions, because in most situations you’ll struggle to tell the difference between the two- and four-wheel-drive models.

Equipment levels are good, as long as you avoid the entry-level trim. We’d go for an SE model, which comes with all the kit you need for a reasonable price.

Honda dealers always score highly in customer satisfaction surveys, but they’re tight with their discounts. That said, CR-Vs are famed for their strong resale values, so you should lose less money in depreciation than with many rivals.

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Take a look at the latest fantastic seascape from photographer David Keochkerian

Image: ‘Curves’ by David Keochkerian.

David Keochkerian is a terrific photographer with an eye for a great seascape, and we were really impressed by his latest image, ‘Curves’, shown above.

A Nikon devotee, David counts among his photographic arsenal a Nikon D700 and a D70. He also boasts an impressive collection of lenses, including a Nikon 70-300mm f4.5-5.6, a Nikon 105mm macro f/2.8 and a Nikon 50mm f/1.4.

As well as seascapes David also dabbles in infrared, and he has modified some of his cameras to improve their infra-red capabilities.

You can find more of David’s excellent work by checking out the portfolios on his website, or by finding him on 500px.


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One For All's new range is dubbed XSight, but it got off to a rocky start with our two-star review of the range-topping Touch last month.

Thankfully, the peculiar language bugs we encountered previously are absent when we setup the Colour, but it's still a very cumbersome process, whether you use the PC software or on-remote guide, requiring lots of trial-and-error, and lacking the intelligence of the Logitechs when it comes to creating activities and working out what inputs your equipment has.

The lack of a touchscreen and cradle isn't terminal, but doesn't help, and the extra customisation and profile creation added with the new software, though neat, isn't a deal-maker.


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Real life husband and wife Rupert Wickham and Janie Dee will star as Noel Coward’s legendary feuding lovers Elyot and Amanda in a revival of Private Lives at Nottingham Playhouse next month.

The production, which is directed by Playhouse artistic director Giles Croft, will run from 11 to 22 October 2011 (previews from 7 October).

Private Lives centres on divorcees Amanda and Elyot who find themselves honeymooning with their new spouses in the same hotel in the South of France with dramatic (and hilarious) consequences. It has long been one of Coward’s most oft-revived plays, and had an outing in the West End last year starring Kim Cattrall and Matthew Macfadyen.

Janie Dee’s recent theatre credits include All’s Well That Ends Well (Globe) and Peter Hall’s revival of Betrayal (West End), as well as Much Ado About Nothing, Design for Living, Old Times and The Apple Cart. For Alan Ayckbourn she created the role of Jacie Triplethree in his Comic Potential (West End, NYC, Stephen Joseph Theatre) and received the Best Actress Olivier among other awards. She also created the role of Joanna in his House and Garden and recreated his Woman in Mind for the West End in 2009.

Rupert Wickham has appeared in productions including Judi Dench’s Romeo and Juliet at Regent’s Park and Nicholas Hytner’s Henry V at the National, as well as The Importance of Being Earnest (Manchester Royal Exchange) and the title role in Quartermaine’s Terms (Salisbury Playhouse). Film and television credits include Band of Brothers, The Bourne Identity, The Brylcreem Boys, A Dance to the Music of Time and Waking The Dead.

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Switching to Cow's Milk

Question: "I'm ready to wean my baby. When can he start drinking cow's milk?"

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Like many moms who are ready to wean their babies from the breast or bottle, it’s not hard to imagine why you might be eager to make the switch (you’re buying milk for the rest of the family already, for one thing). But while cow’s milk may be fine for a little heifer, a little human is better off not touching the stuff until he’s 12 months old for a variety of reasons:

  • His body won’t be able to digest the proteins in cow’s milk; drinking it too soon may even put him at risk of developing an allergy to it.
  • Cow’s milk doesn’t have all the nutrients (such as vitamin E and zinc) a baby needs to grow and develop during his first year.
  • It could overtax his kidneys: Cow’s milk has more sodium, potassium, and chloride than a baby can process.
  • He could wind up with an iron deficiency: Babies under a year aren’t able to fully absorb the iron in cow’s milk.

But once your little guy turns one, it time to mooove right along to cow’s milk and try on that milk mustache. Milk is an ideal source of bone-boosting calcium, as well as vitamin D, which helps the body take in all that calcium. Vitamin D is also emerging as a super-nutrient: Research is finding that it protects against all sorts of conditions, from diabetes to cancer. So let him wash down that first slice of birthday cake with a cup full of the white stuff. If he’s on the heavy side compared with most babies his age, it’s okay to give him the low-fat variety; otherwise, stick with whole milk until he turns two and then switch over. (If you’re not sure which kind your baby should be imbibing, check with the pediatrician.) Just limit his intake to two or three servings a day, so he has room in his stomach for the other good stuff.

But just because your one-year-old baby is ready for milk doesn’t necessarily mean his taste buds will be up for it. After all, breast milk and formula are sweeter and have a different consistency from straight cow’s milk — meaning that you might have to help your child acquire a taste for it. Short of stirring in a spoonful of sugar to help the moo juice go down (definitely something that’s NOT recommended), what can you do to get him to drink up? These tips can make it easier to tempt your tot:

Mix it up. To help your child get used to the different taste and “mouth feel” of cow’s milk, serve it blended with breast milk or formula, gradually increasing the amount of milk in the mix. For instance, start with three-quarters of a cup of breast milk or formula to a quarter cup of milk. After a few days, go half and half, and so on.

Sneak it in. Ideally, you want your child to take at least some of his milk straight. But it’s perfectly fine to pour some of his daily allotment over cereal (as long as he slurps up what’s left in the bowl after the Cheerios are all gone), or use it in cooked cereals, like oatmeal, instead of water, or blend it in a smoothie. You can also sneak milk into soups, mac and cheese, or mashed potatoes.

Make milk part of the “cocktail” hour. Some children prefer the colorful, yummy food on their plate to the plain Jane white liquid in their cup — meaning they’ll fill up on food and won’t have room for milk. In that case, it’s a good idea to offer a cup of milk about an hour before the meal, or as part of a healthy snack. You might also think about cutting off the juice supply and sticking to milk or water as the beverages of choice. If he’s thirsty enough, he may opt for milk.

Go to plan B. If all else fails and your child turns up his little button nose at milk no matter what you do, go ahead and give him yogurt, cheese, and other calcium-rich foods. Just be aware that most alternative sources of calcium tend not to have adequate amounts of vitamin D, so if you go that route, look for foods that have added D, and let your pediatrician know what’s going on. Your child may be prescribed a supplement.

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Big sister Sophia puts a protective arm around little Harri during their daily naps together.

Bee Robertson and her partner, Kerri Gannan, were busy raising Bee's teenage sons in the Australian state of Victoria. They were feeling ready to grow their little family and hoped in vitro fertilization would bring them one healthy, happy baby. Instead, it gave them two pregnancies and two babies in 12 months. With a support network of friends and family — and lots of laughter — they're managing a suddenly crowded household of two moms, two teens, and two fabulous not-quite-twin babies! Here, Bee shares her story with us.

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There was going to be a baby. That was our plan — a baby. Just one. Kerri was going to try for it, because I'd already done it myself. I have two wonderful teenage boys, so I knew the sweet, crazy experience of pregnancy. I wanted her to have the wild ride of a baby kicking about in her belly.

Besides, it wasn't likely to work for me anyway: I got health news years ago that I'd have lots of trouble if I ever tried conceiving again. So I was the backup plan, the just-in-case. We thought, let's try to double our chances with different donors. If it doesn't work for one, it'll work for the other. Though we knew it would be Kerri.

Of course, if you have a baby or you're pregnant, you know by now: Life is totally unpredictable.

I got pregnant in our very first cycle of trying. Good news, right? And yet I felt awful, like I'd taken this pregnancy away from Kerri. This is something I've wanted for her for so many years. She's my best friend, literally since high school.

So we thought about it: Why not give it another try with Kerri? It could take a year or more for her to conceive, so why not?

Four months later, she was pregnant. Two pregnancies and two babies in 12 months time! We laughed and cried and laughed some more.

At least the timing was good: I'd just gotten over my first trimester of being sick and tired and awful. I was starting to get my energy back, that gorgeous second trimester when you're lulled into feeling that everything is perfect. That's when her first trimester started — morning sickness and all.

Interesting spot it put me in: I couldn't say, "Well, I'm pregnant myself. You're on your own." I had to simply suck it up. She's my best friend and she's never gone through this before. So we got her through that first trimester, just in time for my third. Then came Sophia's birth, and Kerri's third trimester. Harrison's last months in the womb were spent hearing Sophia's newborn cries, and she was just five months old the day he came into the world.

These days Sophia is teething and on a feeding schedule. Harri is still the loose cannon of the family. At six weeks old, he's feeding on demand (Kerri's been brilliant nursing him), and his delightfully crazy personality is already on display. Sophia is already the protective big sister. She'll lay on the floor and hold his hand. She hugs him when they nap, like you see twins do. Incredible thing to witness, these two little best friends.

There is chaos every day, of course. We're tired. We're forever washing clothes. But we're having a ball. And we're finding ways to make it all work. I suppose having to work together and push ourselves through our pregnancies got us ready for raising two babies under six months of age who aren't on the same schedule.

Here's what we've figured out: The only way to get through it is to support each other. If one of us says "I need some time," then the other says "You go have a shower, I'll go watch the babies." You have to delegate fairly and ask for help. And having a support network of family and friends is so important. Neither one of us is Superwoman. Nobody is. It's okay to go, "I can't do everything today, because I'm not an octopus. I don't have eight arms."

My other big discovery? You have to laugh. Our life is proof that you can't know what's coming next. So there's no point in getting all bothered when things don't work out as planned. Every day there's a great deep belly laugh at our house, where we're just grateful to have these two babies laying on a blanket getting to know each other. I can tell you from experience: If you don't laugh at the crazy things life sends you, you will go batty.


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Fifth-ranked Cedarcrest stopped the Coupeville High School soccer team 4-0 at Mickey Clark Field Wednesday, April 10.

Coupeville coach Paul Mendes said his club "played better than the first time we faced Cedarcrest."

The Red Wolves won the conference opener 5-0 March 19.

Mendes said, "We showed more offense and had some good looks at their end in both halves. They are a deep, top-level team, and we kept it close for most of the game."

The Wolves played without Nathan Lamb, who is out with an ankle injury.

"Our first-year players stepped up their game and are improving steadily," Mendes said.

Coupeville (0-8, 0-9) challenges Lakewood (6-2, 6-2-2) at home at 6 p.m. Friday, April 12. The Cougars nipped Coupeville 1-0 earlier this spring.

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It now seems that this is an alternative title to the song known as Cardboard Cowboy (or "No Left Turn Unstoned"). Phil Lesh made the following comments about the song in a CD issued as bonus material with some copies of his book "Searching For The Sound":

"This song here is one of the first originals that we wrote (or that actually I wrote, 'cause I wrote the words and the music), ... This is known as 'Cardboard Cowboy' but it actually was called 'The Monster,' and I'm not sure why we called it that except maybe it was just so big and ugly and hard to play."
Dennis McNally also mentions this song in his book " A Long Strange Trip", though no recording under this title seems to be in circulation:
On returning to the Bay Area [in early 1966] they had a couple of gigs at the Matrix ... In addition to Chuck Berry, the jug material, Pig's blues tunes, and the originals, they'd added a couple of covers ... and three more originals: "You Can't Catch Me", "The Monster" and "Otis On A Shakedown Cruise." (p120)

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You mean like last year? When they said Detroit was gonna catch us and Detroit caught us? It's kinda sad that being correct isn't a defense around here.
Or in 1964 after sweeping the Yankees in four in August to reach first place. The dark clouds were right. Move along, nothing to see here. In the end that White Sox team lost, like they always do.

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UFC 173: Daniel Cormier vs. Dan Henderson promises to deliver

Dan Henderson talks about his upcoming fight against Daniel Cormier at UFC 173 during a press conference Monday in Los Angeles. UFC 173 will take place Saturday at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas. (Hans Gutknecht/Staff Photographer)
Daniel Cormier talks about his upcoming fight against Dan Henderson at UFC 173 during a press conference Monday in Los Angeles. UFC 173 will take place Saturday at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas. (Hans Gutknecht/Staff Photographer)

Daniel Cormier and Dan Henderson aren’t that much different.

Both are ranked among the top light heavyweights in the UFC. They are two-time Olympic wrestlers. They are aggressive, in your face, pushing the pace.

And they love a good challenge.

No wonder their co-main event bout at UFC 173 — on Saturday at MGM Grand in Las Vegas — figures to be the night’s most-anticipated fight, right up there with the headliner of bantamweight champion Renan Barao vs. T.J. Dillashaw.

The Cormier-Henderson winner puts himself in line for a potential shot at 205-pound champion Jon Jones.

“The older I get, the bigger the challenge is. And these guys are getting tougher, younger and tougher,” said the 43-year-old Henderson (30-11), regarded as one of the legends of MMA. “It’s fun and motivating at the same time. The bigger the challenge, I love it. And this is definitely gonna be one of the biggest challenges I’ve had.”

Meanwhile, Cormier, 35, will look across the cage Saturday and stare at an opponent who is a peer in every sense of the word.

“There aren’t many circumstances where I go into the Octagon and I’m against a guy that’s accomplished things at the level that I’ve accomplished things,” Cormier (14-0) said. “Meaning, went to the Olympic Games, has competed at a higher level than I have in MMA. I don’t really get that.

“So for the competitor in me, it’s like, I love it. For me, I love it. This is what I’m here for.”

Cormier, who fights out of San Jose, also knows he’s in against an opponent with one of the most powerful punches in the division. Not only has he never lost a fight or a round, Cormier has never been leveled by a punch — though he does credit Josh Barnett for wobbling him with a knee that cut his eye in the Strikeforce Heavyweight Grand Prix two years ago.

But he can only imagine what Henderson’s lethal right hand — which produced a highlight knockout of Michael Bisping in 2009 and put a serious dent in Mauricio Rua’s nose in March — must feel like.

“Just numbing. I bet he’s one of those guy that hits you and everything kind of goes, ‘Brr-rrr-rrr-rrr,’ ” Cormier said. “He seems like he’s the type of guy that hits you and everything’s like putting your head in a bell and hitting it on the side.”

Henderson acknowledges he does have the edge in power, but it’s not just about catching Cormier with his “H-bomb.”

It’s being in the position to do it.

“The challenge is ... setting it up and making sure your fist gets in the right spot. I know I’m capable of doing it,” the Temecula resident said. “But he moves well. He’s fast, he’s quick and that’s probably why he hasn’t been tested.”

What also sets them apart is their wrestling background. Henderson was on the 1992 and 1996 Olympic Greco-Roman wrestling teams. Cormier made his name as a freestyle wrestler on the 2004 and 2008 Olympic teams.

“I think he uses his wrestling a little more than I do, just I guess a different way,” Henderson said. “He gets in there, picks guys up and throws them on their head. I try to take them down the old-man way, trip them a little bit.”

With Henderson’s storied legacy in MMA as a former PRIDE middleweight and welterweight champion and Strikeforce light heavyweight champion, there is no lack of footage for Cormier to scour.

And through his work as an analyst for the UFC, Cormier has been behind the desk for Henderson’s past four fights. The objectivity with how he approached studying Henderson has proved to be an asset.

“So now if I go back to watch the same fights, I’ll try to find holes in his game. But before, I just go look at my notes and I realize I was watching it as an analyst,” he said. “Now I take those notes and pay attention to those notes. Because then I had nothing to gain. I wasn’t trying to find every bad thing that he does.”

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In poorly ventilated dwellings, smoke in and around the home can exceed acceptable levels for fine particles 100-fold. Exposure is particularly high among women and young children, who spend the most time near the domestic hearth.

According to WHO, 4.3 million people a year die from the exposure to household air pollution.

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Austin, TEXAS – Whole Foods Market has announced that their new line of stores, which was announced last month, will be named “365 by Whole Foods Market,” after a brand that is already sold in the grocery store, according to a press release.

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In its third-quarter financial results update, United Natural Foods, Inc. (UNFI) reported $41.7 million in net income, an increase of $5.4 million (14.7%) from the previous year.

Boulder, CO – Steve Hughes, the chief executive officer and member of the Boulder Brands Board of Directors, has resigned from both positions with the company, according to a press release. The company has also announced that, effective immediately, James B. Leighton, who has been the company’s chief operating officer since 2013, will assume the position of interim CEO.

Vancouver, Canada—Nutritional food company Vega, based here, has been acquired by dairy producer WhiteWave Foods Co., for $550 million.

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St.Louis, MO—Recent business correspondence from agricultural mega-company Monsanto, based here, suggests that it may be trying to change its name as well as relocate.

Washington, D.C.—Three new amendments to a must-pass Defense bill could lead to dietary supplement restrictions for military personnel.

Florence, Italy—Results of a new clinical trial will have fans of ancient grains asking for seconds. Organic khorasan wheat was found to benefit those with acute coronary syndrome (ACS), an umbrella term for when the heart is cut-off from the blood supply such as during heart attacks and unstable angina.

New York—Only a few months after GNC, one of the nation’s largest supplement stores, made an agreement with New York Attorney General Eric T. Schneiderman to change its manufacturing process, Schneiderman and Indiana Attorney General Greg Zoeller have sent a letter to the Acting Commissioner of the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) urging for the reformation of its Dietary Supplements Current Good Manufacturing Practices (cGMPs).

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Washington, D.C. – After a push from Rep. Louise Slaughter (D-NY) and members of the industry, President Barack Obama has created a memorandum that will help to limit the use of antibiotics in meat and poultry, according to a press release.


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TOPEKA - The two legislators who want to be House speaker next year agree on at least one thing.. dealing with the projected state budget deficit will be the top priority.

Current House Speaker Melvin Neufeld, seeking a second term, and his
challenger, House Judiciary Committee Chairman Mike O'Neal, said
Thursday the focus on the session starting Jan. 14 will be cutting
the budget to bring the projected deficit to zero as state law

Governor Kathleen Sebelius has directed state agencies to trim 3
percent from the budget but Neufeld and O'Neal questioned whether
that's enough.

A financial forecast Tuesday projected a budget deficit of $137
million in June 2009. It also said if the problem isn't addressed
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Hawker Beechcraft warns its employees to expect more layoffs as economic conditions continue to deteriorate. Chief Executive Officer Jim Schuster says in a letter sent to workers Thursday that the general aviation market has slowed.

He says new orders have fallen off considerably and many existing orders have been terminated. Schuster also notes that the used aircraft inventory has increased dramatically. The letter does not say how many workers will lose their jobs in what will be the second round of layoffs at the Wichita-based aircraft maker.

Spokesman Andrew Broom says he can't elaborate on the letter. Hawker Beechcraft also has operations in Salina, Arkansas, Mexico and the United Kingdom.

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TOPEKA, Kan. (AP) _ Gov. Sam Brownback has proposed improving services for veterans with a $1.4 million renovation of a residential facility, opening a housing unit and adding outreach staff.

The upgrades to the Fort Dodge home in Dodge City would be completed during the next two fiscal years. The housing facility in Winfield would be re-opened to serve 40 more veterans. Brownback also proposed Thursday hiring four staff at the Kansas Commission on Veterans Affairs.

The Topeka Capital-Journal reports ( ) that about 12 percent of Kansas' 230,000 veterans get some form of military benefit. Comparable states with stronger outreach programs have pushed that figure to nearly 20 percent.

The recommendations will be included in the budget presented next week to the 2014 Legislature. They were drawn from study group formed two years ago.

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MANHATTAN, Kan. – Senior Rodney McGruder was a unanimous selection to the Preseason All-Big 12 team released by the conference office on Thursday morning.

McGruder, who was an All-Big 12 Second Team selection in 2011-12, was one of three unanimous picks by the league’s head coaches, joining Kansas’ Jeff Withey and Oklahoma State’s Le’Bryan Nash. The final two spots on the team went to Baylor’s Pierre Jackson and Texas’ Myck Kabongo. Jackson was voted as the Big 12 Preseason Player of the Year, while Oklahoma forward Amath M’Baye and Oklahoma State’s Marcus Smart were the Preseason Newcomer and Freshman of the Year, respectively. Coaches are not permitted to vote for their own student-athletes.

McGruder is the first player named to the Preseason All-Big 12 Team since Jacob Pullen was named to the squad along with garnering Preseason Big 12 Player of the Year honors in 2010-11. It marks just the third time that a Wildcat student-athlete (Manny Dies in 1998-99, Pullen and Curtis Kelly in 2010-11) has been selected to the preseason team.

One of only three returning Big 12 players to have ranked in the Top 20 in both scoring and rebounding in 2011-12, McGruder led the Wildcats in 11 categories as a junior, including scoring (15.8 ppg.), double-figure scoring (28), field goals (188), 3-point field goals (50) and free throws (97). He already ranks 21st in school history with 1,029 points.

The Wildcats begin team practice on Friday, October 12.

The men’s and women’s basketball teams will hold a public scrimmage for fans on Saturday, October 27 prior to the football game with Texas Tech. A full-list of details will be announced at a later date once a football game time is set.

Season tickets are currently on sale for K-State’s 18-game home schedule at Bramlage Coliseum. Tickets can be purchased in a variety of ways, including toll free at (800) 221-CATS (2287), online at and in-person at the ticket office. Prices remain the same for 2012-13.

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Android Industries Expands

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The paint hasn't even dried on their newly constructed walls, but a local manufacturing company is already expanding. The Chrysler supplier plans to add more than 100 jobs on top of the 200 they were already creating in the stateline.

Before the dust could even settle on construction of their new building, Android Industries is already tearing down walls and adding an extra 100,000 square feet to their facility.

"Obviously we came optimistic and we built our building so it could be readily expanded, but we didn't expect it this soon," says plant manager Paul Harter.

Android was already planning to supply power modules for engine and transmission assembly at the Belvidere Chrysler plant, but now they'll also supply instrument panels. Basically, the entire dash assembly for the new car.

"It's very exciting, it really is. In fact, the other day I hopped in my truck and drove around the other corner of the plant and looked at what we were doing, and this is just a very cool thing to be a part of," says Harter.

And now even more people will be able to be a part of the Android team. Instead of looking to hire 200 new workers, Android now needs more than 300 employees.

"We may have a hiring fair later in September, but our primary staff up is going to happen in October and November with plans to go with our first full shift at the beginning of 2006," adds Harter.

Currently, Android is hiring through Kelly Services out of Rockford. If you're interested in learning more about Android's job availabilities, the phone number is 399-5000.

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