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James Parsons Jr
James Parsons Jr. (1900 -1989) – Iron alloy ORDER HERE In the vast and often overlooked world of industrial innovation, certain individuals shape the future not through fanfare or celebrity, but through the relentless pursuit of improvement. These are the inventors whose hands never rested, whose minds wove new possibilities from raw materials, transforming entire industries in the process. Among them stands James Parsons Jr. (1900–1989), a metallurgist and inventor whose work quietly laid important groundwork for the development of stainless steel—one of the most essential materials in modern technology, construction, and manufacturing.
By TREYTON SCOTT14 days ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter 8
"So, I will need my ID for this new job," Trenton said, taking a bite of her green beans. "Do you know where that is?" Pam looked at her closely before answering. "I know that I have it, but I will have to look to see where I put it."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue17 days ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter 7
"What about that hardware store over there?" Trenton suggested, looking over at Pam. "I don't see how that could hurt," Pam said, pulling into a parking spot next to the store. "You go in and seeing they are hiring. I'm going to get a coffee from across the street."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue17 days ago in BookClub
Book Review: Focus to Fortune by Terry Fisher
In Focus to Fortune: The New Science of Attention, Energy and Earning Power, author Terry Fisher argues that the defining currency of the modern economy is no longer time or even skill, but attention. The book positions focus not as a personal virtue but as a measurable economic resource that influences productivity, income and long-term wealth.
By Manish Bhatia20 days ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter Five
Trenton walked down the stairs, feeling the air cool down around her as she got to the bottom. The basement was dark and there was only one light bulb on the ceiling to brighten everything up. Trenton scouted the room for the dryer, finding it in the far corner of the room. She opened the door, pulled the clothes out, and set them on top of the dryer.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue20 days ago in BookClub
Unhinged Healing - Raw Poetry For The Abused
The book that was never meant to be. In a moment of discontentment and boredom, I began to gather my poetry that was scattered across writing platforms, old journals, and forgotten documents on my Google Drive to bring some sort of organization to my writing portfolio. I realized I had a lot more poems than I thought I did. It was a joke at first. I said to my family, "Man. I didn't realize I had this many poems written. I could make a book of them." When my husband suggested actually making a poetry book to add to my portfolio with them, I almost automatically responded with: "Because I am no Poe or Emily Dickinson. No one wants to read my trash poems."
By Hope Martin21 days ago in BookClub







