Charges Dismissed After Nikiski Teacher Reaches Compromise

first_imgThe alleged victim told KSRM she “didn’t want to ruin Zimmerman’s life due to one bad decision,” and that she agreed Zimmerman could attend professional counseling until released by a physician, rather than proceed through the court process. A settlement of this nature under Alaska Civil Rule 43 (c) is not an admission of guilt. The charges were dismissed “In Furtherance of Justice” as provided by civil rule 43 (c). Dismissal of charges is considered a finding of “not guilty” to the charges. FacebookTwitterEmailPrintFriendly分享Charges of indecent exposure have been dismissed in a case involving 49-year-old Troy Zimmerman, a Nikiski Middle/High School teacher, after the man reached a civil compromise outside of court with his alleged victim.last_img read more

Young Stars to battle Lack ah Scene for Mocha Streetball title

first_imgYoung Stars of Agricola and Lack ah Scene will battle for the coveted ‘Let’s Bet Sports’ Mocha Village Cup Streetball Championship, after securing semifinal wins on Wednesday at the Mocha hardcourt tarmac. Young Stars downed Hillside 1-0. Unlikely hero Egbert Nedd fashioned the eventual winner in the 14th minute. It was a clinical strike as Nedd blasted the ball into the lower right corner after latching onto a pass on the right side of the field.Meanwhile, Lack ah Scene downed Family 2-0 on penalty kicks after regulation time ended scoreless. The penalty shootout started poorly for Family as they missed from the distance.Lack ah Scene capitalised on their opponent’s misfortune as Kester Alleyne scored to take a 1-0 lead. It went from bad to worse for Family as their second effort from the distance crashed into the left upright. Once again Lack ah Scene made no mistake from the distance as Omallo Williams scored to seal their place in the finale. The losers of the semifinal matches will contest the third place playoff.In the earlier quarterfinal section, Young Stars bested Ballers Empire 2-1. Ceon Samuels bagged a double in the second and 24th minute. For the loser, Dextroy Adams netted in the eighth minute.Also, Lack ah Scene defeated Hardball 2-0 on penalty kicks after regulation time ended scoreless. Meanwhile, Hillside downed Touches 2-0. Leon Cort and Adrian Douga scored in the third and 12th minute respectively.Family squeaked last Future Stars 1-0. Shamar Jones scored in the ninth minute.The winner of the event will pocket $200,000, with the second, third and fourth place finishers receiving $100,000, $50,000 and $25,000 respectively. Complete ResultsSemifinalGame 1 Young Stars-1 vs Hillside-0Egbert Nedd – 14thGame 2Family-0 vs Lack ah Scene-0 Lack ah Scene won 2-0 on penalty kicksQuarterfinalGame 1 Ballers Empire-1 vs Young Stars-2Young Stars scorerCeon Samuels – 2nd and 24th Ballers Empire scorerDextroy Adams – 8thGame 2 Lack ah Scene-0 vs Hardball-0Lack ah Scene won 2-0 on penalty kicks Game 3 Hillside-2 vs Touches-0Leon Cort – 3rdAdrian Douga – 12th Game 4Future Stars-0 vs Family-1Shamar Jones – 9thlast_img read more

How a close call with a net ball launcher became 5 hours of fear

first_imgEditor’s Note: John Bogert is on vacation but has selected some of his favorite past columns to run while he’s away. This one originally was published Dec. 5, 2006. It’s a rule, and all parents know this, that a kid can’t be injured except at an impossibly inconvenient moment. Last Wednesday afternoon, I had a column to finish and an interview to do when my son’s physical education coach called. Face it, there is no reason on Earth for a P.E. coach to call unless your kid is a great pro prospect or he just got hurt. “Ah, look, er, ah ?” the coach began. One of the small advantages of being older than almost everyone including nearly all coaches is the ability to use your age and perceived wisdom against younger people. In short, cut the BS, Jack, and tell me what’s going on! “Well, your son was playing with this net ball launcher thing and the ball hit him square in the eye,” he said with great reluctance. I didn’t, of course, know what a net ball launcher thing was and had been, until that moment, rooting for knee abrasions. Still, in the automatic triage that is the parental brain, eye injury stands some small distance removed from head injury while remaining 120 heartbeats above the hoped-for ripped skin. “There has been some bleeding in the eye,” he said. “In the white of his eye?” I asked, still searching for a minimal injury. “No, in the iris.” OK, this was serious – eye, blood, blindness! There is no end to this emotional downward spiral familiar to anyone who has resided in that mystic place that arrives with the birth of a child and never ends. One second you don’t know this baby from Joe at the mattress factory. The next minute, it is in your hands and in your life blood so deep you’d gladly give it your lungs if needed. So I’m thinking, I have two eyes! He can have one or both. What am I using them for anyway? Then, on a far more practical level, I began triangulating on his position in the nurse’s office at his school. Who is closest? Mother, eldest sister, Aunt Kathy the nurse ? sister! Sister is 24 and cool in a crunch, sister is of this Earth, solid, dependable. I sign off with gym teacher and find sister, who is not 4 miles from her brother and immediately on her way. Two hours later, all three of us are in the emergency room. They had taken him in quickly and I’m thinking, good deal. I’m also looking at his left eye. I have never seen one so red. Nor had I ever seen an iris filled halfway to the pupil like a fishbowl with some darker fluid, but he wasn’t in pain. So we waited, then waited longer. If you’ve ever been in an American emergency room, you already know that waiting is what you do in these places for all the usual reasons. Because we do not have a national health system, because 37million of us are uninsured, this is where people come when they get sick. It’s a kind of supernatural place, too. Here a routine $80 office visit for a strep throat magically becomes a $500, five-hour wait that a lot of people can’t or won’t pay for anyway. Billions down some far-off money hole, but we can’t figure out how to get some kid’s ouchy throat looked at in a financially realistic way. Anyway, the wait is parceled out equally. Fours hours later, a guy in a white coat walks in, shines a light in my kid’s eye from 3 feet away and pronounces him fine. When I mentioned the blood, he takes a closer look and, I swear this is true, says, “Good call. Looks like a hyphema.” Think. What I was looking at already had a name. And guess what, the guy in the coat wasn’t a doctor. He was a nurse. The unit we were in didn’t have a doctor, which meant that I had to employ the tool that has become a necessity in grossly understaffed and overworked emergency rooms. I made a lot of noise. Not loud noise, just impressive vocabulary noise, this-guy-might- cause-trouble noise until an eye man was summoned a mere five hours after our arrival. It wasn’t as bad as it appeared. He needed medication, needed to stay home from school and might someday develop glaucoma if the eye’s drainage pipes are damaged. But he’s OK for now. Only I’m not, and haven’t been for many years. I want to hear your comments. Connect with me at, call 310-543-6681 or send a letter to Daily Breeze/John Bogert, 5215 Torrance Blvd., Torrance, CA 90503-4077. 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set!last_img read more