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Teaching Kit
Adopt Why My Dad Hates Ice Cream as a middle school or high school course or unit of a course. You are welcome to use the copyrighted Teacher’s Packet and related copyrighted materials posted here, provided you require your students to buy the book.
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In this novel, Archie and Ned McAdoo take the case of an animal-rights activist accused of planting a bomb in the Philadelphia Zoo to free its elephants. The paths of 19th and 21st century terrorism cross in this novel’s plot, which is as fresh as this morning’s headlines.
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Ned McAdoo Teaching Kit
Adopt Ned McAdoo and the Molly Maguires as a Middle School or High School course or unit of a course on terrorism. You are welcome to use the copyrighted Teacher’s Packet and related copyrighted materials posted here, provided you require your students to buy the book.
Dr. Jim Castagnera, the author of Ned McAdoo and the Molly Maguires, is available to visit your class, if you adopt the book. Contact him through this website.
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Book Three of the Saga will be Maggie in the Underworld.
Here's a preview:
Dalinda Garcia stood in the
doorway of the dimly lit basement room.
Her eyes strained to make out the spectral shapes in the
chamber's center. Her nostrils
flared as the stench reached her from where the shadowy forms
seemed suspended in mid-air. With
her free right hand she felt the wall to the right of the doorway, but could
find no light switch. Putting down the mop and pail in her left hand she felt the
inner wall to her left.
Feeling a grimy plate and a single switch, she flipped the switch up.
A
single light came on in the center of the room, casting a circle of light and illuminating what had seemed an instant ago to be
floating forms. Within the harsh
cone of light, the forms, as Dalinda approached them and
then slowly circled them, now seemed to be some sort of harness, suspended by four lengths
of chrome plated chain extending from eye bolts in the ceiling. The contraption seemed almost to be a leather hammock. Upon closer examination she noted four leather
bracelets, one affixed to the hammock near each length of chain. At one end of the hammock there was a dog collar attached to
it by two or three links of shiny chain. Unwittingly, Dalinda gently touched her
throat with the fingers of her right hand, as the feeling of dread, which had
begun to quietly possess her back in the doorway, now grew very strong.
It
was then that she again became acutely aware of the stench that had filled her nostrils from the moment she had opened the door and
first stepped into this room. Her
hand still at her throat she looked down at the floor
beneath the odd leather hammock.
There on the faded linoleum tiles was a sticky©looking black
and red puddle and in the puddle two lumps of fatty, greying meat.
Dalinda
squatted down to look more closely, realizing immediately that the odor was coming from this mess . . . the mess that Ace had
sent her with the mop and bucket to clean up.
Her right hand still at her throat, she reached with her left hand, which
she didn't notice had begun to shake, toward the nearer of the two
globs of spoiling meat. When her quivering forefinger was less than an inch away from it, she
quickly pulled it back.
Now
both hands were at her throat, as a silent scream was mouthed by her full lips.
In the instant before she pulled back the shaking finger, she had
realized that
knees, and vomited. She vomited and gagged until only bitter, greenish bile, mixed with
saliva, dangled in a long, slimy stream from her lower lip.¡[1] ¡She knelt in that position, staring with blind eyes into the depths of her vomit, unable to move, unwilling to turn to look at the two human breasts again . . . her mind swirling round and round with a single thought: she had to get away from this place and she had to do it NOW!
knees, and vomited. She vomited and gagged until only bitter, greenish bile, mixed with
saliva, dangled in a long, slimy stream from her lower lip.¡[1] ¡She knelt in that position, staring with blind eyes into the depths of her vomit, unable to move, unwilling to turn to look at the two human breasts again . . . her mind swirling round and round with a single thought: she had to get away from this place and she had to do it NOW!
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