Tens of thousands of South Carolina mobile homeowners manufactured before 1976 & renting the land it sits upon, can be legally evicted without cause if the Appellate court upholds the verdict of my eviction based solely upon the wording of the 30-day notice of the end of the term of their expired lease agreement.
Many, if not most renters of land in a mobile home park, have leases for one year, which likely have never been renewed from year to year, as the law states.
If my case is not dismissed, it will become 'case law', which can then be used by any greedy, unscrupulous landowner who wants to own your home to evict you and take possession of your home, whether there exists no cause or reason for the eviction.
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/collegebaseball General Discussion Thread - REGIONALS WEEK: Part I (2023)

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2023 Division 1 League Champions

Conference	Regular Season	Tournament
ACC	Wake Forest	TBD
America East	Maine	Maine
American	ECU	TBD
A-10	St. Joseph's	George Mason
ASUN	Lipscomb	TBD
Big 12	Oklahoma State, Texas, & West Virginia	TBD
Big East	Connecticut	Xavier
Big South	Campbell	Campbell
Big Ten	Maryland	TBD
Big West	UC San Diego*	ɴᴏɴᴇ
CAA	UNCW	TBD
C-USA	Dallas Baptist	TBD
Horizon	Wright State	Wright State
Ivy League	Pennsylvania	Pennsylvania
MAAC	Fairfield	Rider
MAC	Kent State	Ball State
Missouri Valley	Indiana State	Indiana State
Mountain West	San Diego State & San José State	TBD
NEC	Central Connecticut	TBD
Ohio Valley	Morehead State	Eastern Illinois
Pac-12	Stanford	Oregon
Patriot	Army	Army
SEC	Arkansas & Florida	TBD
SoCon	Samford	Samford
Southland	Nicholls	Nicholls
Summit	Oral Roberts	Oral Roberts
Sun Belt	Coastal Carolina	TBD
SWAC	Alabama State	TBD
WAC	Grand Canyon	Sam Houston
West Coast	Loyola Marymount	Santa Clara

*ineligible to receive automatic qualifier; Cal State Fullerton was rewarded the bid

I had never visited the small town of Shirljohannes before, somewhere on the border of Germany and Switzerland, despite my fairly extensive travels for work around Europe. These continental small towns, they are so charming and picturesque, the literal scenes of The Sound of Music and shite like that. However they do end up being a bit “samey”- and I wasn’t expecting my overnight stay at Shirljohannes to be much different. It was an unplanned stop, I had found myself somewhat tired and drowsy after an exceptionally good meal, and decided to check in a local inn and get some much-needed sleep.
The pretty inn with blooming spring flowers at the window sills and such like certainly didn’t belie the horror of the next day. It was only the obvious confusion of the otherwise polite young clerk upon laying eyes on me that gave me the inkling that I had made a terrible choice to break my journey in Shirljohannes.
I couldn’t help noticing the large bright posters hanging in the lobby. Depicting small crowds of people clearly of non-European descent, such as Arabs, Middle-Eastern, Far East, and South / South Eastern Asians, they all bore the words “Lotteri Dag 2023”. Some kind of artsy “United Colours of Benetton” ad, I naively assumed.
The clerk, himself clearly of Middle-Eastern origin, greeted me with a startled look which he could not hide. He asked for my name and then exclaimed “Mr. Abbas? You are Mr. Abbas? And you’re staying here?”
I was confused. “Yes indeed, I am staying for one night. This seemed a good a place as any for a stop, I was too tired to drive on”.
“Can I see your ID please? Do you have European ID sir?” To my ears, he sounded very suspicious.
I am of course used to a certain amount of low-level, poorly-concealed racism traveling in Europe, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed that this clerk, whose parents if not himself would probably have shared a similar heritage to mine, would act like this. I offered my passport. “No, but I have the correct visas” I responded sharply.
The clerk said nothing more, and checked me in. My mood soured, I went to my room, and soon fell asleep.
The next morning, two officers approached me at the breakfast table, where I was enjoying some amazing pastries, already checked out and my suitcase at my side..
“We entered you in the Lottery sir” they said in heavy accents. “We ran background checks on you- you are waiting for your Canadian citizenship and thus eligible to enter. Canada entered an official agreement with our government just last week. You can look up the articles.”
I stared at them, completely confused. “What are you talking about?
They returned my stare with bland official courtesy. “The Lottery sir. You will be entering the Passport Lottery held periodically at Shirljohannes, to celebrate the citizenship of our hardworking foreign worker population. You were found to meet the official requirements for entry. We entered your name. You will present yourself at the town square in precisely 43 minutes, when the name will be drawn.”
The other said “and sir, please do not even think of leaving Shirljohannes or calling anyone outside the town. It will be much better for you to complete the Lottery. The odds are, you will be on your way within the hour.”
They left.
With a shaking hand, I pulled out my phone and began googling. Within seconds, I realised I do not have acces to the world wide internet, but only some weird local Shirljohannes intranet. I hastily clicked on the bizarre English translation.
The Lottery was the (almost) last step on the long, convoluted journey for Foreigners in Shirljohannes applying to become Citizens. After years of filling and sending in forms, paying fees, waiting, waiting, interviews, more forms, changes to family composition, more waiting, foreigners who were eligible for citizenship and the cherished passport of a European country would have to enter the Lottery.
The foreign community would choose one person, who would be sent by ambulance to the local hospital, where they would be administered a painless, lethal dose by professionals. The final step, necessary to prove their loyalty and dedication to their new country.
I clicked through the intranet menus, sun streaming on the beautiful breakfast setting. A cuckoo jumped out of an ornate old cuckoo clock and declared time. The young clerk from last night came up to me as I was reading.
“Mr. Abbas, it is time to go. The community- it’s better to go- they don’t like it if there are delays.”
I looked up at him, terror gripping me. “I don’t understand… how is this happening, how is this legal?”
The clerk shrugged. “It is legal. The municipal councils voted it in a few years ago- and the elders of the community support it. There were so many hate crimes, so much violence against foreigners. It is better now. I heard North America will be adopting similar laws soon. Of course it is very silent now- but if you looked, you would have found the information- and of course, the dependents of the sacrifice will be supported- very humane- but come, let’s go. We cannot keep them waiting.”
Propelled by fear, I got up, and followed him outside. The sun poured through the clear Alpine air into my eyes. In the glare, I could see knots of people, in twos and threes walking down the scenic mountain streets, all towards the city square. The clerk and I joined the flow.
Walking by us was a small group of women, dressed in ornate decorative ethnic clothing I would associate with India. The sunlight struck off the brilliant spangles in their clothes. I then noticed many people were dressed ethniccally, while others wore plain western style clothing. Several women wore the hijab. There was little subdued chatter. I heard a woman in a sparkling robe say in a dialect I recalled from my childhood- “I prayed and prayed all night it would be me- I can’t bear my children- “ before the other women said “shhh Tasneem, do not talk of it. Do not go welcoming sorrow.”
As we drew closer to the town square, the crowds grew larger, and quieter. There was a moment of pure silence. Then everything began happening very fast.
A middle-aged man who looked to be some authority figure went up on a platform before a small splashy fountain which held the statue of naked white Venus and some other Greek deity. I just noticed the device set up on the platform.
The man operated the device. My heart was beating so fast as it spit out a paper that I thought it would burst out of my chest. The man held up the paper and he read out a name. “Tasneem-”
I didn’t catch the last part of the name in the rippling sigh which broke through the crowd. I saw the women fall away from the one whom I had earlier heard talking about praying. In the same movement, paramedics moved up to her, and started guiding her towards a waiting ambulance, at the edge of the town square.
The silence continued, although small murmurs could be heard. Tasneem did not struggle - her demeanour seemed one of submission and resignation.
The knots of people broke away from the crowd. A certain festive mood was undeniable. My young companion was no longer at my side, and I caught sight of him running over to young folk closer to his age, releasing a whoop of joy and relief.
I looked around. The two officers approached me and smiled grimly. “Very well Mr. Abbas, the Lottery is over. Congratulations on your upcoming citizenship. You may depart now without any further delays.”
I nodded. It was clear they expected me to leave right then. I could not disobey. I quickly walked to my car, and got in.
Within twenty minutes, I was well on my way to my destination, Shirljohannes behind me. May I never set foot in that terrible town again.

Some say the Memorial Day took place on May 1, 1865 when a large group of Americans held a parade in Charleston, South Carolina to honor fallen Union solders; Others point to President Abraham Lincoln's commemoration of the dead at the Gettysburg in 1863, while some point to President Lyndon B. Johnson when he officially recognized Waterloo, New York's ceremony on May 5, 1986, as the "birthplace" of Memorial Day. Then some say this day was first celebrated nationwide in May 1868, when former Civil War General John A. Logan led a commemoration at Arlington National Cemetery, calling for "Decoration Day" to be observed each May 30th across the country; and then Congress made Memorial day an official national holiday in 1971, pegged to the last Monday in May to create a long weekend.
Well, I say, does it really matter? Let's just Remember and honor our Heroes!

I've found that most of the venues run by the same hospitality group tend to have a very similar vibe/style in the sense that if I like one, I'll like the others, and also if I don't like one, I end up not liking the others. This is useful for finding your new favourite or skipping a bad one based on your taste.
Here's the list:

• Merivale: Ms.G’s, The Establishment, The Grand Hotel, Angel Hotel, Jimmy’s Falafel, The DOG, Three Weeds, Ivy, The Beresford, Coogee Pavilion, and many, many others...
  
• Solotel: Kings Cross Hotel, Darlo Bar, Goros, The Erko, Edinburgh Castle Hotel, Courthouse Hotel, Public House Petersham, Paddo Inn, The Marly, Opera Bar, and many more...
  
• Swillhouse: Frankie's (RIP), Shady Pines Saloon, The Baxter Inn, Hubert, Alberto's Lounge, Le Foote.
  
• Pacific Concepts: El Camino Cantina, The Bavarian, Winghaus, Munich Brauhaus, Fratelli Fresh, Beerhaus, Bar Patrón, The Argyle
  
• Australian Venue Co: Bungalow8, Cargo, Henley’s, Kingsleys Woolloomooloo, The Rook, Untied, Beer Deluxe T2, BrewDog South Eveleigh, and more.
  
• Good Beer Company: Keg & Brew, The Harold, The Union Hotel, The Commodore Hotel, Dove & Olive
  
• Oscars Hotels: Hotel Sweeney’s, Triple 8 Hotel, The Belvedere Hotel, Bristol Arms, and more.
  
• Odd Culture Group: The Duke of Enmore, The Old Fitzroy Hotel, The Odd Culture Newtown.
  
• Mucho Hospitality Group: Cantina OK!, Bar Planet, Tio's Cerveceria, and The Cliff Dive.
  
• Apple Jack Hospitality: The Butler Potts Point, The Botanist Kirribilli, SoCal Neutral Bay, RAFI, Forrester's, Bopp & Tone
  
• Momento Hospitality: Friend in Hand, Royal Albert Hotel, Nags Head Hotel, and many more!
  
• House Made Hospitality: Apollonia, Bar Mammoni, The Carrington, Grana, and more!
  
• ALH: Harlequin Inn, Kirribilli Hotel, Crows Nest Hotel, New Brighton Hotel, and hundreds more around Australia.
  
• Ryan's Hotel Group: Paragon, Ryan’s Bar, Miranda Hotel, Ship Inn, The Orient, Mrs Jones, Banksia Hotel, Covent Garden
  

Do you know of any other hospitality group in Sydney with more than a few venues? share it here!