Showing posts with label Delilah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Delilah. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

A message from Delilah

In October 2012, we were invited to Delilah's annual Halloween party near Seattle and it turned into a wedding - her wedding! She didn't tell the guests in advance, not even her own children. She is pictured here with my wife, Natasha Niro. Like everyone else, Tash remained in costume throughout the ceremony and reception.

I've been looking for an opportunity to post this photo. 2012 was a busy year and I didn't do a great job of maintaining my blog at the time. In any case, here's a message from Delilah to her listeners posted on her Facebook page today...

"If you're missing my show at night, know that radio stations come and go (unfortunately, I get "dumped" by stations and it STILL breaks my heart...!) BUT my program of requests, dedications and sappy love songs will always stay....

If you tune in one night and discover I have disappeared from your station you can ALWAYS find my program on my website, www.delilah.com. We also have a list of every station that carries the show. If your local station is not listed, CALL THEM AND WHINE LOUDLY!!! (Have all your fb friends call them as well...)

Or you can always find my radio program on the APP called iHeartRadio. Look for Live Radio and then Personalites, and my program is at the top of the list.

You can listen to the program anytime, free, on iHeartRadio."


- Delilah, Love Someone

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My previous blog posts about Delilah:
Seattle Trip Report Part #1, 4/5/06
Delilah's words about me to her listeners, 8/15/06
What rain?, 11/16/06
Safe Return, 12/3/06
Reflections, 1/1/07
Some 2006 Photos, 1/22/07
Delilah's New Book, 9/16/08
Delilah on Nightline tonight, 11/12/08

Also related, from Chess Daily News & Information:
Meeting the incredible Delilah, 11/12/06
A New Major Addition to the Susan Polgar Foundation, 11/14/06
Delilah, a very special woman, 11/9/06
Happy Times!, 4/30/07
A truly special individual, 1/8/08
Delilah on the TODAY show tomorrow!, 9/30/08
The Queen of Radio, 2/18/2013



Sunday, August 7, 2011

It must be the link to the stupid human trick

OK, so I checked my blog stats today and one entry has 2,242 hits, more than double any other. It must be the link to the stupid human trick that did it. How do people find these things?

Go here to learn which one has been viewed the most. Hint: It was added in 2008 and the photo in this post has nothing to do with it.

This article
is in second place (one of my own favorites).

By the way, it started as a chess blog... but nine of the top 10 most popular posts have nothing to do with chess?!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Delilah on Nightline tonight

Delilah will be on Nightline tonight at 11:35 pm to talk about her radio show and promote her new book, "Love Matters".

Here's the link to the ABC website describing tonight's program.

She was recently on Good Morning America and is lobbying to appear on The David Letterman Show in the near future. See what you think...

Delilah's "Stupid Human Trick"

Click on the link above to see something you may not have witnessed before ;)

subsequent note:
Friday, December 12, 2008, 11:58 AM
Delilah was on Good Morning America today. Very nice article and interview!

And finally, this:

Dear Delilah (an actual note from a listener),

My 8 year old daughter and I were on our way home tonight and listening to your show. During your show, you played a Kenny G version of "Little Drummer Boy." I told my daughter that I thought it was crazy to play that song with no drums, only horns and a piano.

She replied, "Instead of calling it 'The Little Drummer Boy,' they should have called it, 'The Little Horny Boy.'"

It took everything out of me to keep a straight face and not laugh. I had to share.

Thanks,

Kay

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Delilah's New Book

Delilah's new book, LOVE MATTERS: Remarkable Love Stories That Touch the Heart and Nourish the Soul, will be released September 29, 2008. I received my advance copy this past weekend (photo above) and will post a review as soon as I finish reading it. So please come back soon.

Subsequent note (9/27/08):
The first review, written by Bill Virgin of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, has been released. See below...

On Radio: Delilah Rene has new book out about calls, song designations
Companion to popular radio show

By BILL VIRGIN
P-I REPORTER

Delilah Rene's journey to her current status as one of the best-known voices in radio was, geographically speaking, a long one, taking her from small stations in her home state of Oregon to Seattle, then to several stops on the East Coast and finally back to Seattle.

Delilah's daily journey to her job as host of the nationally syndicated show of song dedications is, geographically speaking, considerably shorter.

"My commute is literally walking down eight stairs, hitting a landing, turning, going down five stairs and I'm at work," she says, speaking of the home studio she now has at her farm in Kitsap County. "That makes life so much easier and frees me up so much to do the things I love during the course of the day."

Those include being a mom to the five children she has at home (in all she has 10 children, seven adopted), working on causes of importance to her (including aid to a refugee camp in Ghana) and producing a book.

"Love Matters: Remarkable Love Stories That Touch the Heart and Nourish the Soul," which goes on sale Tuesday, is a compilation of calls and song dedications she has received on love found, lost and regained, and love for family, friends, children and comrades.

Listeners to Delilah's show, aired locally on KRWM-FM/ 106.9, 7 p.m.-midnight, seven nights a week, will recognize the book's format as a close parallel to the radio program. Song dedications were once a regular feature of rock/pop radio, but she's one of the few remaining practitioners."

Others have moved away from it because they didn't want to get fired, because program directors decided that they shouldn't do that any more, that music should be preprogrammed, no listener interaction," Delilah says. "Because I was never really very afraid of getting fired, I was willing to stick to my guns. And it worked."

Convincing radio management that there was still an audience for that was akin to "emptying Puget Sound with a cup," she adds. "Unfortunately something happened in radio, probably 20 years ago, where program directors went from trying to one-up each other with creativity and passion and stunts and getting listeners really hooked into the station. They switched to, 'Let's be as pabulum as we can, as noncreative as we possibly can.' That's very unfortunate. But, lucky for me, I don't have to do that."

Not having to do that is the result of a 33-year career that included stops at such Seattle stations as KAYO, KING-AM, KZAM, KJZZ, KLSY and KJR-FM (she can rattle off from memory the call letters of every station at which she worked, a list that numbers more than a dozen). She's been doing a love-songs dedication show for 26 years, the past 12 in national syndication. As the self-described "queen of sappy love songs," she's now heard on 225 radio stations in the U.S. and Canada.

Delilah's show isn't done live, but it's close to it. Calls are edited (preferably to less than three minutes each), balanced so that each segment doesn't feature three sad stories in a row or three calls in a row from listeners who are giddy and gushing about their new love affair, and put on the air, often within the hour they're received. The home studio and the program's format allow her to pop upstairs to check on dinner and bedtime for the kids.

Delilah offers a sympathetic ear, but no advice. Having been divorced three times herself, she tells people: "Have you listened to my show? Do you not know I mess up relationships? Don't ask me. Call somebody that knows this stuff. I'm not Dr. Phil -- I'm not here to fix people's problems."

But listening has proved to be more than enough to build a devoted following. "There's a huge amount of value in having someone listen," she adds. "When you have somebody who's not involved in the situation, an objective person, that can listen and hear what it is you're trying to say, you can pretty much figure things out on your own. But you need that sounding board."

The biggest change in the calls she receives is a marked increase from family members of military personnel. The subject matter, however, remains constant: "Life is life. It's about falling in love and babies and kids and challenges and relationships."Between the commute-free work setup, her kids, her projects and being in the Puget Sound region (when she lived on the East Coast, she says, she "missed Seattle the way you long for a lover"), Delilah, 48, says she is "at a really, really, really wonderful place in life right now."

One worry she does not spend time on is the future of radio; whatever happens, she figures there will be a demand for what she does."

I don't know what the future is technologically," she says. "People are always going to hunger for good content ... something that impacts their heart. They want to laugh or cry or hear a story or whatever. So there's always going to be people that want to hear human interaction, and there's always going to be new technology developing to deliver that."


Article courtesy of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer

Here's the link to the P-I web site.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Eddie heads back to NC

Quote of the Day: I thought before that pineapples were a decoration for hams, but I found it to be super fish food and I was a minnow for the sharks in the bowling alley. -- Eddie Koopman
Frank and Eddie meet again at Retsil, WA, June 2007

One year ago this past Friday, Eddie Koopman walked off a plane at Seattle-Tacoma airport and into my life. I nicknamed him "Easy Eddie" and wrote of his exploits in my blog. I even allowed him to be (so far) my one and only guest blogger.

Prior blogs concerning Eddie Koopman:
Easy Eddie, November 18, 2006
My Inner Donkey, November 21, 2006
Guest Weblog, November 29, 2006
Die Fledermaus, November 30, 2006
Leave the Driving to Us, December 12, 2006

As I write this, Eddie is on a bus somewhere between Denver and Kansas City. He is heading home. He has new eyeglasses, new teeth, new medications and a new attitude. I am very pleased at the progress he has made.

Ordinarily I would leave my comments at that. But I promised him that I would post a message in my blog from him so that he could thank some of the people who have helped him during the past year. Now that I have read his words, I am somewhat embarrassed to post them here. But I promised. So here goes. Except for correction of a few typos and some editorial changes that did not change the substance of his message, these are Eddie's words...

THE TRIP OF A LIFETIME
by Eddie Koopman


One year ago almost to the day I had the privilege and honor of meeting a man who became one of the best friends I have ever had in my life. Frank Niro and I had been in contact for some time while playing together on PokerSchoolOnline.

In 2005, I suffered a stroke and it made me unable to work and hold a job. The same year I also had a large pine tree decide it was tired of standing and it landed in my bed next to me taking out the roof of my home. Frank responded with aid just like many others who were in the school at the time.

Time went on. Unable to work, my rent got further and further behind and I was about to become totally homeless. I was now about at wits end and seriously considering stepping out in the front of a semi on the highway outside my house. Even knowing my chances at employment were slim to none, Frank (who I had never met in person) suggested that I leave North Carolina and start my life over again. He suggested that I come out to Seattle, assuring me that my chances of getting my life back together were good.

So in November last year he sent me a plane ticket and told me to come on out. He knew full well this was going to be difficult to make work, but he never seemed to care.

Last November 16th (one day before I would become homeless and be seriously considering suicide), I flew out to Seattle. Frank and his friend, Chef Billy Town, met me at the airport. I had no idea where I was or what this wonderful man’s plan was for me. I guess he didn’t either; he just wanted to help…

He told me that his friend Delilah, the radio personality, was potentially looking for someone to work as a fund raiser for a charity she formed called Point Hope. After looking at the web site, I told Frank I would be happy to help out, as anyone would, because she was trying to get clean water and other needs to young families in Africa.

Frank and Billy drove me from the airport and took me to the Days Inn hotel in Port Orchard, WA. The hotel was very expensive and Frank also gave me money to cover my meals and anything else I needed. Frank then showed up the next day and told me that he was planning to go East to spend Thanksgiving with some friends in New York and asked if I would like to come along. He suspected I would and had already booked me on Amtrak. Of course, I really liked this idea because I did not want to be alone for the Thanksgiving holiday.

We boarded the train in Seattle. Because of a history of blood clots, it is inadvisable for Frank to fly on a plane. So, he prefers the train. It was my first time ever on Amtrak.

Eddie and Frank at the train station in Seattle, Nov. 2006

It was quite long but a fantastic experience. When the train stopped in Chicago, we had a layover of several hours. Frank was as hungry as I was, so we took a cab to Harry Caray's restaurant. Frank treated me to my first steak that almost cost as much as a cow.

For dessert I had a baseball, which was made from chocolate mousse and ice cream. It was a first for me. I wanted to keep it because, like the steak, I think I could have sold this baseball on e-bay and got enough cash for a new car. After a dinner that I will never forget, we caught a cab back to the train station, re-boarded the train, and tossed and turned in our beds as we continued our quest for New York. During the trip we continued to play poker on Frank’s notebook computer. Once we got to our destination, a driver friend picked us up taking us to one of New York’s most beautiful remote locations called Easton Mountain Retreat Center.

We checked in then brought our luggage up a rather large hill to a motel style dormitory room. Wow, what a trip it was! I will never forget it.

The next few days we spent getting settled in and enjoying the pure beauty of the place. Frank took me with him on small trips to the village nearby. The first stop was a barbershop so I could get a haircut. I prefer the bald look. So when hair grows on my head I go and get it shaved.

Thanksgiving came and we had a wonderful family style dinner with the other guests and the owners of the resort. Chef Billy flew out from Seattle to join us for the Thanksgiving meal. On Friday, Chef Billy offered to make breakfast for the entire community. But they already had it covered. They had no idea what a treat they missed! Once Delilah’s restaurant opens and he becomes famous, they will be sorry that they passed up his offer.

Frank kept on his teaching of a game we both love: poker. He put some money in my Bugsy’s online poker account. One night I sat down at the computer and one of the other guests who had an interest in the game began to watch me play. He was learning too. He was a real nice guy and a lucky charm for me. I ran what Frank had put in my account up to five hundred that night, mainly by showing off to this guy.

Frank then told me that, since he was already on the east coast, he would like to go for a visit in the Boston area with his family and friends. He told me he would go back to Seattle from Boston or Hartford and asked me how I would like to return there. I was really starting to feel a little guilty about how much money he was spending on me. So I thought about it and told him that I would like to see the country and leave the driving to Greyhound.

Well, I wrote a trip report on this bus trip earlier for Frank’s blog. It was not as advertised because Greyhound couldn’t stay on schedule with a gold plated road map. I arrived back in the Seattle-Tacoma area more than a day late.

Frank already had reservations and a prepaid room at the lovely Vista Motel. It was an older place and wasn’t quite the same as the Days Inn. But, of course, it was only $250 a week (and worth it too).

He got me in the room, and left to go back to his bunkhouse on Delilah’s farm, where he spent part of each day writing his memoirs. I can’t wait to see his book finished because my story is really boring compared to some of the ones that he told me will be in his book.

Anyway, he made sure that I had money to meet any needs I had. Frank did not particularly like the clothes I was wearing when I arrived. He came back to the motel and took me on a shopping trip to the mall so that I had some clothes to interview for a job. He redid my entire wardrobe top to bottom.

Downtown Seattle, Washington, looking southeast, with Mount Rainier in the background on the right.

As the days went by, Frank suggested that I use the buses across the street to go where I needed to go. I had never seen a ferry before and I was afraid of getting lost in Seattle. So I didn’t go out much other than to the poker room across from the motel in an old bowling alley. I found out quickly how to get my butt kicked playing games I never had heard of like crazy pineapple. I thought before that pineapples were a decoration for hams, but I found it to be super fish food and I was a minnow for the sharks in the bowling alley.

Frank was busy writing and helping Delilah plan a restaurant that she had been thinking about opening (where Chef Billy will be the head chef). I did not see him for a while. The rent on the room was coming due, so I started to call Frank. This is when I found Frank hates phones. It’s a residual effect, he says, of all those years as a hospital administrator when he had to be on the phone all day long and was constantly being interrupted.

It literally came down to the day the rent became due before he showed up. I had found a couple of jobs in the newspaper that interested me. Frank told me he would take me to Seattle to apply for them. He then handed me a folded piece of paper telling me go to the office and pay my rent. I unfolded the piece of paper and it was a check for one thousand dollars, signed by his friend Delilah. I took it to the office and noticed a sign on the door with big hand-written black letters: no checks.

I went in anyway and gave the check to the owner. The owner of the motel took the check and gave me a receipt for a month’s rent, no questions asked. He said, “If Delilah is paying your rent, we will take her check”. Delilah is known around the country and the world. I should not have been surprised that she is revered in the community where she lives.

I went back to the room. Frank gave me food money from his pocket, making sure my needs were met. I mentioned an electronics show and sale in Tacoma where laptops were on sale for under $500. Without hesitation, he drove me to the show, opened his wallet again, and I became the proud owner of my first laptop computer. Then he gave me his printer/scanner…and a boatload of software.

Frank continued training me in poker, bringing me stacks of poker books to read from his library. He lent me his wireless Internet card so that I could play online. He began to get me some live play by entering me in tournaments at the Clearwater Casino.

To train me to play better, he offered me a bounty on his own head. In other words, if I lasted longer than him, then I made money. If I knocked him out of the tourney, I made more money. I cashed on both during these trips and was ecstatic the day that I made it to the final table and won my entry fee back.

But that was very far from the last step. If I made a mistake and he saw it, I would hear about it all the way home. When Frank discusses something that he has a passion for, make no mistake…you will hear him clearly. I began referring to him as the Bobby Knight of poker coaches. But I admit that I made some bonehead plays. It took a while to sink in, but I definitely learned a lot on those trips home.

The coach wanted to see me get more experience in live play. So he took me to a small casino in Bremerton called Chips. He would hand me fifty to one hundred bucks and tell me that I could keep whatever I won. My live game was decent and, with that motivation, I never had a losing session at this casino.

I began applying for jobs and first went to a company called Tele-Tech. I managed to get hired for Sprint customer service. At Delilah’s insistence, Frank also drove me and showed me the Washington State Veterans Home in Retsil, WA. He told me that he had promised Delilah that he would no longer give me cash because it wasn’t going to help me in the long run. She felt that I should be in Retsil where I could get the help I needed.

I protested but I could tell that Frank was committed to connecting me with the people at Retsil. He helped me fill out the application for the home. The rent would be free because I was a veteran. But there was a problem: a very long waiting list...

While working at Tele-Tech I ran into a woman who needed a roommate. I talked to her and the rent was definitely good: only $250 a month.

That was in January of this year. Frank then began talking about someone he had fallen in love with. “Her name,” he said, “is Tash, and we are planning to get married.”

Later, he came by the motel and gave me another $500, telling me that he was getting married and would not be able to help me anymore. He said that I needed to get myself into Retsil. Of course, I was worried for myself but very happy for him. If there was anyone who ever deserved happiness in his life, it definitely is Frank.

I took the money and paid the woman at work for the rent and moved in with her. Within days of doing so, she got a notice that her apartment was being sold off as a condo and we would need to get another apartment. The lady and I found another apartment, so I went with her and signed the lease for the new place. I was in mild shock that my credit report was actually accepted.

The apartment was low rent housing in Bremerton. We needed to come up with $600 each to move in. In the meantime, I lost my job at the telemarketing company and did not have my share. I tried to contact Frank and managed to fill his voice mailbox. Then I got a job at the local mall doing surveys. I still had not quit on myself.

Moving day came. I still did not have enough for my share of the new apartment. The lady told me that I would need to go someplace else. Then came move out day. By this time, Frank and Tash had moved to Oregon and were unavailable to assist me. I left carrying my bags up the street to a state park. I made myself a lean-to and set up housekeeping. I now was officially, if only temporarily, homeless. And it was raining and freezing cold outside. I tried voice mail again and still no answer. I remembered Frank’s last words: I had to get into Retsil where I could get the help I needed.

So, reluctantly, I began the trek up the hill to the Veterans home at Retsil. I would sneak in for meals and hang out with the other veterans. One of them saw to it that I did not run out of cigarettes. He gave me cigs each day. But no one knew I was homeless. The place still had no rooms available. I had gathered discharge papers and was pre-qualified, but I had to wait my turn for a spot.

I continued to sneak in for meals for a couple of weeks. I slept in the woods. When it rained, I locked myself in a public bathroom and sleep there. Inevitably, I got caught sneaking in for meals. It was ironic, they said, because most of the residents usually run AWAY from the mess hall. They asked why I did it and I told them I was homeless, which they could easily see. They ran me off and told me not to come back until they called for me. I was coughing and sneezing while I talked to them. They checked me out and determined that I might have pneumonia.

As I left the property and dejectedly headed back the woods, they told me to come back. They found a room for me. They gave me a room in the infirmary and began giving me 24-hour a day medical attention. The care was better than I would get in any hospital.

On March 2, 2007, I became a permanent resident of the Retsil home. It was warm. It was dry. And the food was decent…a lot better than the Vienna sausages I had been stealing and eating in the woods.

The so-called "Town Square" at Retsil, where I spent many, many hours picking up cigarette butts and other trash. It looks like a college campus or a resort in the photo but, in reality, it felt more like a prison. Still, it was "home" for eight and a half months and I am much better now than when I arrived. Most people leave in a horizontal position, so I am very grateful. -- Eddie K.

During the next few weeks, I was sent to see more doctors than when I had my stroke two years ago. They got me over the illness and began to work on my other physical problems. On regular medications they brought my high blood pressure back to stone normal. I could not see well and I broke a tooth (one of the few remaining) on a piece of meat. So it was off to the dentist for me. The dentist pulled the rest of my teeth and set me up for the surgery that I needed to handle dentures.

I finally got my new prescription eyeglasses and a mouthful of new teeth in early October. Meanwhile, I called the local cable company and had Internet service put in my room.

Frank started me doing poker stakes for him online. He and his wonderful wife, Tash, introduced me to two great web sites, Neverbeg.com and The Donkey Farm.com websites. From both these sites I started getting stakes from players to play my wonderful, life saving, game of poker. I have made a few dear friends from these sites. If some of you are reading this, thank you so very much. Frank also included me in the so-called BAP stakes he was running and told me to send him my Internet bill. I no longer expected it, but here he comes still doing what he could to help me.

This summer, he and Tash drove up from Oregon and brought me more poker books and some cash (so I could at least buy a Pepsi).

More recently, I began to get tired of living here and watching people die. I applied for a special grant so I could leave this place. With my new teeth and new glasses and proper medications, I feel that I can be a productive member of the work force once again.

Well, I got the grant. That’s the good news. At first they were sending me to a Vets home in Las Vegas. But I could not do the paperwork without being there in person so that fell through. I contacted my old landlord who had wanted to toss me out in North Carolina. He agreed that I could come back there, so long as I could pay the rent. The State had said they would pay it, at least initially. So now as I write this I am two days away from what could become the longest bus ride in history to a homeless shelter! I leave on Friday, November 16 (exactly one year to the day since I arrived here). By the time you read this I will be somewhere in the Rocky Mountains, or further east.

Once again, Frank has stepped up to the plate. He deposited a couple hundred dollars in my bank account for food money on my 4-day bus ride. The government also gave me $15 per day food money for four days on Greyhound. I’m not going to worry about the rest. I have my health back and all the energy I need to get things on track. I will get my old job back when I get there. If not, I am capable of working day labor. Somehow, I will get what I need from that.

Well, all in all, I can honestly say that it has been the most wonderful year of my life. I say this because, not only have all my hopes and dreams been realized, I have met someone I am damn proud to call my friend. I could not name one person in the world who would reach out to a stranger like Frank has done. There is no way I can put into words what his help has meant to me. I mean, I could say “thank you”, which I have many times with tear-filled eyes.

Delilah and Tash, I know you will most likely read this. Thank you both very much as well. To Phil and Valley, I hope you will read this too. Thank you for being my backers on The Donkey Farm.

Most of all, Frank, thank you again for what has really been the trip of a lifetime. Without your assistance and insistence, I would have been another bug on some trucker's grill. Now I have my second chance at a life that I came so close to ending.

This, for real, has been the trip of a lifetime.

Eddie


Final Note: I appreciate all the positive feedback, but this isn't about me. I wouldn't have been able to help him if Delilah hadn't helped me.

Before I got in the picture, people on PSO like HERMES and Kailyn31 and missouridave and many others that I don't even know about gave over $2,000 to woodstied. A PSO member (BUSCHMAN) even gave him a new bed.

People on NeverBeg and the Donkey Farm gave him stakes with no expectation of getting any money back. They, too, wanted to help Eddie.

Let's celebrate together that Eddie is back on his feet. Let's give Thanksgiving for all of our gifts. Most of all, let's remember that every day is indeed a gift.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!!

Frank

POSTSCRIPT: I heard from Eddie each year through 2013 on my birthday. It was the only contact I had with him once he moved back to North Carolina. Sadly, Eddie passed away in his sleep on November 30, 2013, at age 62. Rest in Peace, my friend.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Happy Halloween

Quote of the Day: "The 2004 World Championship was for our parents and grandparents. This win is for us...and for our children!" -- Larry Lucchino, co-owner of the Boston Red Sox (newly crowned 2007 World Baseball Champions).

Tash & I drove to Seattle for the weekend to attend Delilah's annual Halloween costume party. You can take the Red Sox fan out of Boston, but you can't....well, you know!

Jenna (Nascar outfit) and Chris (a/k/a Jack) had the best costumes, in our opinion. Rumor has it that they stopped by the local Jack-in-the-Box on the way to the party and terrorized a few of the young employees who thought it was the real Jack.

We were reunited with three old friends pictured here: Carla (our favorite waitress), Billy (our favorite chef) and Charlyn (our favorite architect).

Here we are with Carolyn and Stewart and Sandy (the pet dog from the Broadway play, Annie)

We stopped by the proposed site for Delilah's new restaurant where chef Billy presumably, before long, will be singing for our supper. It needs work, especially a new paint job, but is in a great location. Just a few blocks from author Debbie Macomber's office, look for the building to be embedded in the plot of one of Debbie's future novels. The restaurant is located in "Cedar Cove", the fictional town that is the setting for many of her books (shown below in a photo I took this past summer).



Our old ally, "Guts", stayed in the background and out of trouble this year.

Kitten napping in a pumpkin courtesy of Planet Wally: Avatars.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

Safe Return


Delilah returned safely at 4 AM Pacific Time from her overseas visit with the U.S. troops in Germany, Turkey, Afghanistan and Iraq. She brought some photos and gave permission to share these with my blog readers.

OK, I admit it. When I first started drafting today's blog I was thinking selfishly. With Delilah gone for 16 days it was evident around the farm that there's not much fun in the hive when the Queen Bee is away. What do the worker bees do when the queen is not around? Do they fly around aimlessly? Do they make repairs on the hive? Do they inventory the stores of honey? Do some of them look for a new queen? The answers don't really matter. It's just a metaphor for life on Delilah's farm without Ms. Delilah, and a selfish one at that.

I felt my eyes open and my jaw drop as Delilah began recounting stories of her trip to entertain the troops. 57 hours on a military plane. Escorts on either side EVERY place she went (except the shower...but they were right outside, with their rifles).
Men and woman with their legs shot off. A soldier being brought in with a sniper's bullet through his neck, exiting behind his shoulder, missing his spine by a quarter inch. Real people, like my neighbors and yours, missing their spouses and parents and children on Thanksgiving Day thousands of miles from home. Remotely controlled exploding devices being set off under U.S. humvees, killing American boys and girls, most of them under the age of 25. The pain. The anguish. The futility. And, at the same time, the mutual love.

I'm ashamed. My problems are so miniscule by comparison. I'm humbled. And I'm sad.

It hurt to see the tears stream down Delilah's face this morning. Most of the time we trade fun stories. And most of the time we concur that no problem is too big to overcome, with the help of friends, and God's mercy and grace. This is one of those times that there's nothing that can be said to make it better. Warfare is horrific...in plain English.

No, we haven't stopped laughing. The soldiers laughed among themselves even as mortar shells hurdled (or is it hurtled? either way, you get what I mean) the ten-foot barricade falling onto a patch of desert sand on the base. The base used to be one of Saddam Hussein's 52 palaces. "Those insurgent's are such lousy shots." LOL. "Good thing." LOL. "I got to pee in Saddam's toilet," remarked Delilah. LOL. Stop it please Miss D. It's hard to laugh with tears in my eyes...

The photo below shows Delilah at Saddam's palace. Read her comments about the chandelier in her notes below.


The show must go on. Delilah (center, in the red dress) and the other performers formally entertained the troops in four different locations in the Middle East (and informally in one other place) during the past two weeks.


Here are some thoughts that Delilah sent back to her staff, friends, listeners and extended family members while overseas:

"We are in Turkey again, having arrived last night at 3am from Baghdad. We didn't get to leave the base to go into the community at all, which is a good thing given they had the worst day of violence there. However, it was very dull, ugly and dusty on the base. We met hundreds, thousands of troops and spent a great deal of time enertaining and signing autographs with them. We were in Balad the day before, and took a late night flight to Baghdad from there. Most of our group stayed in tents, but the "primaries", as we are called, got spoiled and spent a night in one of Saddam's palaces.

Jamie O'Neal is such a talented singer. She did a rendition of "Stars and Stripes" that brought tears to the eyes of most of the soldiers. John Popper from Blues Travelers is a wild man, full of energy and passion and he rocks the house on his juice harp!

It was strange touring the palace, seeing millions of dollars of Italian marble and gold fixtures, but shoddy construction that looks like it won't stand another 5 years. The best illustration of the strange attitude of Saddam was in the palace entry way: a massive chandelier (see photo above) hung from the ceiling. It had thousands of lights, and yet it was made of plastic...not crystal.

Many of those we have met the last few days are younger than my son Isaiah, and it is weird to see 18 year old kids carrying a machine gun. At Balad, we were given a tour of a MASH style hospital that is in tents on the base. We got to talk to the patients who are Americans, but saw the most tragedy in the Iraqi section. We were not allowed to talk to them, but there was one person who had burns over 80% of his body; so very tragic! The hospital has a great survival rate. They try to stabalize the patients before flying them to Germany. The doctors and nurses were kind, nice and professional, but you could tell they all were weary and exhausted.

After our concert last night, we flew out on a C-17. We had to turn out all the lights and the pilots wore night-vision goggles to take off. They allowed me up in the cockpit once we were out of the war zone. I even got to wear the night vision goggles after they were no longer necessary. I had no idea there were so many stars in the sky! The pilots were extremely nice men, as are all of those who have helped us on this tour.

I told Colonol Mungavin, who is in charge of this operation, that I have a totally different perspective of the armed forces today. I knew there was camaraderie. I knew there was love and devotion. But I have rarely seen so much commitment to friends and comrads as I have witnessed on this trip. That is the most amazing aspect of this experience for me, meeting people who have bonded so closely they do not think twice about laying down their life for their buddies. The laughter is something I did not expect. Everyone I have met has had a positive attitude and a lot of gratitude, despite the fact that in Iraq there is so much dust and dirt that it is hard to breathe.

Later...

Last night's show was wonderful. Jamie O'Neal, the country artist that is on this tour with us knocked everyone's socks off with her set of songs. She has a strong, clear powerful voice. For whatever reason it seemed to be doubly powerful last night, and she rocked the house. John Popper from the Blues Travelers has had everyone out of their chairs on on their feet at every venue. He is such a great singer and harmonica player.

The best part of being with these talented artists, as well as with the New England Patriots Cheerleaders and the rest of the crew, has been getting to know them personally. John Popper comes across as a loud, obnoxious rock guy when he is performing, but the truth is he is a big teddy bear. He spends a lot of time with the cheerleaders, and most would assume that's for the obvious reasons, but he's like a big brother to the girls and fiercly protective of them. Jamie has a little girl at home, and this is her first trip away from her and we all know her heart is breaking, but each night she gets on stage and gives 110% for the troops, and never lets on that she is aching inside for her baby.

Most everyone we have met on this trip is aching inside for their babies, their children or partners or parents. Young men that are not as old as my own children haven't seen their girlfriends or wives for months. So many mothers have had to leave their children in order to come and serve. I am doing my best to encourage them and bring them love from back home. But I see the lonliness on their faces after the show is over.

It's great being a civilian with a microphone! I get to tease the commanders and poke fun at silly things that the officers and enlisted folks might think but never be able to say. I've had a blast meeting the generals and making them blush! They are all very nice and kind men who are grateful for the love and greetings that our listeners have sent to their troops here.

Yesterday the military police allowed me to drive one of their Hummers. Because I was raised on the dunes where we went four-wheeling for sport, I had a blast turning donuts in the desert and racing over the piles of rocks. My assistant Matty was sitting in the back, and didn't feel too good for a bit after the ride, but it was more fun than a roller coaster in a theme park.

The undisclosed location we are in is hot, dry and very boring. It's not an unsafe place, for the most part, but the people here work very hard day and night supporting their comrads in other locations. Mostly it's flat and arid, without a single tree for miles, not even a blade of grass. Good thing they don't allow dogs on this base. There are no bushes for them to visit! I'm not sure how the population of native people lived before the advent of planes and ships for food transportation. There is simply no vegitation that I have seen. The troops complain because in addition to no vegitation, there's no Starbucks (or Dunkin' Donuts - FN)!

They DO have a GREAT mess hall with delicious food, anything you could imagine: a taco bar, salad bar, hot home-cooked meals, pizza and more. They also have a great work-out club, a walking track and a spa where you can get a massage. I spoiled myself and got a massage after I worked out earlier. I thought about my friends and family back at home, imagining I am in harm's way, when really I am laying on a table getting a great back rub!

Now we are off to another location to put on another show. Jamie O'Neal sprained her ankle last night walking in the gravel, reaggravating an old injury, so she will be hobbling a bit on stage...I will be in my military style dress and my army-inspired boots from Nordstroms!"


While Delilah was away, we all prayed for her safe return. Inspired by Jane Olivor's latest CD called Safe Return, with a beautiful song by the same title, I wanted to ask producer Janie B to play that song on one of the shows while Delilah was away. But, alas, the show was in Christmas format, and the song wouldn't fit. So I didn't even ask.
Besides that, it seems (incredibly) that Janie O's songs don't make the appropriate demograhic marks in the focus groups and, therefore, they are not on the approved play list. But that's another issue for another time. Today, all of the bees in the hive, as well as her eight million listeners, are grateful for Delilah's safe return. I know it's selfish to say, but that includes me. OK, I admit it.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Guest Weblog


I'm a little embarrassed to post this. But Easy Eddie asked me if I would share his trip report from yesterday with those who may be following his progress through my blog.

Photo above is Easy Eddie (left) and Chef Billy at the Seattle Amtrak station 11/19/06.

What A Wonderful Day!

Waking up at 5 AM is not something most people like to do. But today, Tuesday, November 28, 2006, I was up several times during the night in anticipation of the day ahead.

Frank (ChessSafari) flew me to Seattle last week and three days later boarded me on a train for Albany NY. He invited me to share Thanksgiving dinner with friends at a place called Easton Mountain Retreat in Greenwich NY. 3,380 miles of railroad (not including the extra 180 to go around a derailed freight train near Cleveland) and we arrived.

Frank has had one wonderful surprise after another for me since I arrived. Today was no exception. He had been trying for several days to find us a ride to the East Coast Poker Championships at Turning Stone Casino in Verona NY, about 135 miles from Easton Mountain. Finally he arranged for Kirk to give me a ride and agreed to sponsor me in the $400+$40 buy-in No-Limit Hold’em event. Meanwhile, Frank stayed back in New Paltz NY to meet with Jami, his book editor, and successfully reclaim some dry cleaning that he dropped off last March.

So I was out of bed at 5. Frank got up as well to cook scrambled eggs and wish me luck. Kirk was about 45 minutes late but arrived in time to bring me off to see the “stars”. Frank mentioned that folks like Phil Ivey, Phil Gordon and Humberto Brenes had attended this event in the past. I started out a bit intimidated. We arrived 15 minutes before game time.

Once in the casino, I encountered staff members with “attitude” and, as a result, it took several attempts to locate the tourney sign-up table. I gave them my $440 buy-in and asked where to go. The tournament room was in a different building. The woman raised her arm and pointed to the sky while saying in a loud voice, “it’s over there!” I told her that I have never been here before and didn’t know where exactly was “over there”. Once again the arm went up and the mouth yelled “right past the exit sign over there”. At that point I almost asked for my money back and used the exit to depart. One would think that staff members of a big casino would be a bit more customer friendly, especially to newcomers who they would presumably like to have come back again one day.

But I didn’t leave. I finally found the Oneida Room somewhere beyond the exit sign, as promised. Frank had pumped me up on whom I may see in the tournament room. What I saw was a room full of rednecks right out of a Budweiser commercial. There were 128 entries on 13 tables. My receipt directed me to table 12, seat 7.

I sat in my seat and counted the 3,000 starting chips, then went for a quick cigarette. I returned from my smoke to find someone in my seat. I showed my receipt to the guy and he got up and moved to seat 5. It wasn’t the last time I would have to deal with him. Then came the call to “shuffle up and deal”.

I spent most of the first hour folding hand after hand, unable to get a face card. Then came the break, a cigarette, a coke and a quarter pound hot dog. After the break we went back to work.

Three hands in, I finally got to see a flop when I caught K-6 of diamonds in the big blind. The button (that guy in seat five who tried to swipe my seat) threw in a standard raise. I knew in my gut that he was now trying to swipe the blinds. So I called. The flop came K-6-9. I checked my two pair and he moved all in. I called. He showed K-9 off-suit. Another 9 came on the river to seal the deal and end my day.

I thanked those at the table for a wonderful experience and left with my jacket in tow. Yes, I busted out. But this was my first significant buy-in live tournament. I’ve played live before but never lasted this long. The experience made me feel more confident.

I wandered around the casino, played some blackjack, and stopped in the poker room looking for a ring game. Greg ‘Fossilman’ Raymer was doing promo sit-n-go’s for $125 a pop. I passed. I played some slots and finally made my way to the bingo hall. They made each person play a minimum of 18 cards simultaneously. Fortunately, an African American woman nearby helped me mark my cards.

Bingo was four hours long. One lady won $29,600. I didn’t win, but it made for a nice completion to a wonderful day. The lady who helped me loaned me her cell phone to call Kirk for a ride home. She was low on cash and wanted to play the evening games. She couldn’t afford it so I took my cue from Frank (I’m sure it is what he would have done) and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. Then my day at the Turning Stone Casino came to an end.

All-in-all, this has been a truly wonderful trip. I’m looking forward to getting back to Seattle next week, where I hope to find an apartment and a new job. I am sure that during the coming year, Frank and I will be seen at PSO Live Events around the country. I am looking forward to meeting many of my Poker School friends in person along the way.

When I read about what a generous person ChessSafari is, both in the PSO forums and in Delilah’s newsletter to her listeners, I thought nobody can really be that nice. But I decided to accept his generosity and let the chips fall where they may. I can honestly say that I have never met someone like Frank in my entire life. I thank God that I have been led through PSO to Frank. He is for real. He is a wonderful man and I am proud to call him my friend.

We haven’t played chess yet. Nevertheless, it has been a wonderful Safari!

Sincerely,
ED (Woodstied on PSO)

Friday, November 17, 2006

On the Road Again



I’ll be heading east this weekend for Thanksgiving. It seems like I just returned from my October trips to Minneapolis MN and Eugene OR. Actually, it doesn’t seem that long ago since my trip across the country (by way of Booneville MO) to get to Seattle. But it has been 7 months already since Carolyn and Dave were married in the Ozarks. Here is the link to my report about their wedding and my trip to get there:

Ozark Mountains PSO Wedding
http://www.pokerpages.com/articles/players/frank-niro01.htm

Photo above: PSO members Metalmania, MissouriDave, Dream_Catcher, ChessSafari and PapiW at Dave and Carolyn's wedding in Missouri 4/15/06.

A teaser paragraph...
that´s how I got invited to the wedding. And I wouldn´t have made it if not for the help of my friend Delilah who encouraged me to take a side trip to Missouri on my way to visit her in Seattle. I´m heading out there to stay while I finish my book. When I told Delilah of Carolyn and Dave´s wedding, she said, "You should go. And take as many beautiful side trips along the way as you like." So I did.


While in Eugene, I picked up Chef Billy who will be planning and coordinating the opening of Delilah’s new restaurant in Port Orchard. Not only is Billy a professional chef, he is also an accomplished opera singer!

I haven’t heard Chef Billy sing (yet), but I can vouch for the quality of his culinary talents. Two weeks ago tonight I had dinner at the Savoy Truffle in downtown Eugene where Billy is part owner and head chef. The smoked prime rib was the best I have ever had. No doubt it will be one of the choices on the menu at Delilah’s new place.

Since Chef Billy arrived here we have been visiting and sampling the menus of the potential competition. It hasn’t been good for my waistline but it HAS been educational and fun. Besides that, I have been getting to know another of Delilah’s great friends. I bought him a plane ticket to join me in Easton NY for Thanksgiving dinner on November 23. The same evening you will be able to hear him on the radio being interviewed by Delilah from Iraq. You can find the station nearest you here:

http://www.delilah.com/affiliates/affiliates.html

The name Savoy Truffle will sound familiar to Beatles fans. Their 1968 White Album contained a song by that name with these lyrics:

Creme tangerine and montelimar
a ginger sling with a pineapple heart
a coffee dessert yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pull out after the Savoy truffle

Cool cherry cream and a nice apple tart
I feel you taste all the time we're apart
Coconut fudge really blows down those blues
But you'll have to have them all pull out after the Savoy truffle

You might not feel it now
but when the pain cuts through you're gonna know and how
The sweat is gonna fill you head when it becomes too much, you'll shout aloud
But you'll have to have them all pull out after the Savoy truffle

You know that what you eat you are
but what is sweet now turns so sour
We all know ob-bla-di-bla-da
but can you show me where you are

Creme tangerine and montelimar
a ginger sling with a pineapple heart
a coffee dessert yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pull out after the Savoy truffle
Yes, you'll have to have them all pull out after the Savoy truffle


The Savoy Truffle restaurant in Eugene does not, unfortunately, have a web site. You can find it a block north of the post office on Willamette Street, a short walk from the convention center. It is tucked in the back and definitely worth looking for. Tell Angela and Ashanti that I sent you.

Chef Billy and I surveyed the competition again last night. We stopped at the Margarita Beach Café in Purdy WA and learned that they changed menus and décor five weeks ago. Then we headed to the airport to pick up Easy Eddie on his arrival from North Carolina (a/k/a Woodstied for those of you who are members of PSO). Neither of us ever met Easy Eddie before. Let’s just say he has had a colorful past, and leave it at that…for today.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

What rain?

For many years I have heard about the rain in Seattle. So I was pleasantly surprised when it only showered once from Father's Day through Labor Day. Lately we have been hit with a veritable deluge....more, I'm told, than the usual dreary autumn season along the Puget Sound.

But, hey, I grew up in New England! I have lived three years in upstate New York. Two years ago I slipped on ice and dislocated my shoulder. It took 6 months to recover full range of motion. I'll take the rain any day.

The last few weeks have been spent thinking about the mission of Delilah's non-profit organization: PointHope, Inc. It is named after a place in Alaska. I checked via Internet this morning - it is 10 degrees and snowing there. So, yes, I'll take the rain any day.

For those interested, here is the history of PointHope, Inc. I recently drafted this for inclusion in a business plan to manufacture blue jeans in Africa. You will hear more about this project at another time.

PointHope, Inc. was founded in 1993 by Ms. Delilah Rene. At the time, Ms. Rene was a radio personality on station WMGK in Philadelphia. She was touched by the needs of mothers with small children who were suffering due to homelessness, illness, addiction, abuse and poverty. Initially she provided food, clothing and toys to a homeless mother and child on the streets of Baltimore, MD. Soon thereafter, out of a heart driven by her faith in God, Delilah founded a ministry called PointHope.

Subsequently, Delilah personally handed out food and clothing to homeless individuals in neighborhoods surrounding Philadelphia, PA. She recruited some of her listeners and close friends to volunteer their time and to donate money. She conducted an art sale of her personal paintings raising thousands of dollars, 100% of which went to support the activities of PointHope. Among the friends she recruited for PointHope in Philadelphia were Donna Sperone and Fred Myers. Both are still members of the PointHope, Inc. Board of Directors in 2006. And both still volunteer their time and resources to support the mission and programs of PointHope.

Later, Delilah relocated to Boston, MA, from Philadelphia. Not only did she continue the PointHope activities, she expanded them. She built an addition on her home in Massachusetts to help individuals who needed a boost by giving them a place to stay. She provided a safe haven and other necessities like food and friendship. The result was often a means of escape from abusive, addictive or enabling situations.

In December 1995 Delilah was dismissed from her radio position by a station that was changing its format. Despite having a family to support and no job, she continued to give whatever resources she could muster to those in need. The following year, 1996, Delilah syndicated her nightly radio program. At first there were 12 stations. Then there were a few more and, later, many more.

Today, Delilah is on more than 250 radio stations in the United States and Canada. She has a nightly listening audience of nearly 8 million. She has also produced a number of CD’s and written a best seller called “Love Someone Today”. As her resources have grown, Delilah has expanded her personal financial commitment to PointHope and its mission. In 2005, the annual budget of PointHope was in excess of $300,000.

Over time, PointHope has enlarged its scope to include a national platform and to work internationally in reaching areas of desperate need. PointHope remains a ministry of compassion offering help, hope and healing to those in need by providing support, services and resources. The initial vision has evolved into an organization seeking to be a voice for forgotten children. PointHope seeks to raise awareness and champion the cause for vulnerable children everywhere. PointHope endeavors to circumvent denominational, racial, geographical, generational and political boundaries in the process of offering hope to people in the world who are suffering.

The national platform of PointHope relates to the programs for adoption and foster care in the United States. Both programs are weak and in need of strengthening. Delilah has advocated extensively for families associated with adoption and foster care. She has received numerous awards and recognitions on behalf of PointHope for her work in this area. Most recently, she was invited to speak on the subject of foster care at a reception given by New York Governor George Pataki in May 2006.

PointHope’s international involvement and outreach began in 2003 as a result of one refugee reaching out to Delilah for help. The refugee was based at a settlement of Buduburam near Accra, the capital of Ghana. Officially there are 42,000 people living in Buduburam, which was originally built for 4,000. Unofficially there are at least 80,000. These Liberian refugees fled their war torn country because of the very real danger of losing their lives. Many are traumatized and in poor health while some are crippled, handicapped and orphaned. Elderly widows are destitute. There is no running water or electricity. Sanitation is poor, and toilets are few and far between. There is an insufficient supply of food and water. Many children do not survive because of the contaminated water.

Delilah has personally visited the refugee camp in Buduburam on three different occasions. On each visit she has become more resolute to provide resources to help lift these people, especially the children, out of their poverty. In short, to give them hope. PointHope has purchased 22 acres of land in Buduburam for a school, an orphanage or children’s home and recreational areas for constructive youth activities. A medical clinic has been established, with a licensed physician on duty, to provide health education, capacity building and preventative medicine.

PointHope, Inc. was reorganized in 2004 to become a public charity under section 501(c)(3) of the U.S. Internal Revenue Code. Approval was granted by the IRS in May 2005 (EIN 20-1216129). As such, donations to PointHope are now tax exempt for federal income tax purposes. PointHope is eligible for a wide range of governmental and non-governmental grants that will be of assistance in carrying out its mission.

A few words about the name PointHope: During the summer of 1993, Delilah tried to break up the monotony of a long summer spell, consisting of sweltering heat and oppressive humidity, by “staging” her show from a place called Point Hope, Alaska. She located a tiny 6-square-mile spit of land on the Arctic Ocean at the furthest northwesterly place in the continental United States. The Eskimo name for this location is “Tikeraq”, meaning “Point of Hope”.

The show was not actually broadcast from Alaska. But Delilah had most of her listening audience convinced that the radio station had sent her 4,500 miles away to escape the summer heat. For many generations, native Eskimos in Point Hope have survived in the harshest conditions imaginable, living in ice houses in 50 degree below zero temperatures. They did so mostly by fishing, hunting and trading.

The program that evening was very entertaining, as Delilah’s nightly show often is, but the thought of people living their lives in peace and happiness despite unimaginable obstacles gave Delilah great inspiration and admiration for all people seeking to overcome life’s challenges. If the people of Point Hope in Alaska can make the best of their situation, she thought, then why can’t the rest of us accomplish the same?

Sometimes all someone needs is a little boost to get things back on track. The boost might be financial, a place to gain respite, basic necessities like water and shelter, or simply the encouragement that comes from knowing that somebody else cares. PointHope was founded with these thoughts in mind. At the time, the right name for organization seemed pretty obvious. Thus, PointHope was born.


Former PointHope Executive Director Andrew Caple {left} with the organization's founder, Delilah, and current E.D. Michael T. Bell at the 2006 PointHope Annual Meeting in Seattle.

Mission, Vision & Core Values

The Mission of PointHope is to create a healthy, loving community for every child. In accomplishing this mission, PointHope seeks to identify, equip and champion initiatives that create nurturing environments for children wherever they are. This is so that the most vulnerable receive assistance that cultivates independence; the capacity of local communities are built to deal with the challenges facing children; and, the governmental, educational and religious sectors are mobilized and engaged for cooperative action.

The Vision of PointHope is a voice for forgotten children, advocating healthy communities for every child.

The Core Values of PointHope are as follows:
- Involvement with discernment
- Always fostering stability through authentic relationships
- True transparency in all matters of business
- Ten year vision and planning horizon
- Never fail to communicate
- Effective deployment of resources
- Fostering capacity to transform communities out of dependency cultures
- Systemic solutions
- Partnering and collaboration that honors the sharing of success
- Working alongside established local efforts, where possible

Governance & Organization

PointHope, Inc. is a non-governmental organization organized in the United States as a public charity. It was formed in the state of Pennsylvania in June 1993, reorganized in the state of Texas in August 2004, approved as a charitable organization exempt from federal and state income taxes under section 501(c))(3) of the Internal revenue Code in May 2005. PointHope was re-incorporated in Ghana as a non-governmental organization (NGO) with the Registrar-Generals Department, registration number G.16.716 dated 17th November 2005 as Point Hope Ghana. Point Hope Ghana was also registered with the Ghanaian Department of Social Welfare, No. D.S.W./2721 on 2nd February 2006.

The corporate offices of PointHope are located at 10010 14th Avenue SW, Seattle, Washington (USA) 98146. The phone number is 206-766-9700 and fax number is 206-766-9704. The web address is http://www.pointhope.org .