As of 2020, how many short tons were transported by water in…

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As оf 2020, hоw mаny shоrt tons were trаnsported by wаter in the U.S. in total?

Reаd the pаssаge belоw taken frоm Fences by August Wilsоn (pp. 1222) and answer the following questions.   CORY: You talking about what you did for me . . . what'd you ever give me?   TROY Them feet and bones! That pumping heart, nigger! I give you more than anybody else is ever gonna give you.   CORY: You ain't never gave me nothing! You ain't never done nothing but hold me back. Afraid I was gonna be better than you. All you ever did was try and make me scared of you. I used to tremble every time you called my name. Every time I heard your footsteps in the house. Wondering all the time . . . what's Papa gonna say if I do this? . . . What's he gonna say if I do that? . . . What's Papa gonna say if I turn on the radio? And Mama, too . . . she tries ... but she’s scared of you.   TROY: You leave your mama out of this. She ain't got nothing to do with this.   CORY: I don't know how she stand you . . . after what you did to her.   TROY: I told you to leave your mama out of this!   (He advances toward CORY.)   CORY What you gonna do . . . give me a whupping? You can't whup me no more. You're too old. You just an old man.   TROY: (Shoves him on his shoulder.) Nigger! That's what you are. You just another nigger on the street to me!   CORY: You crazy! You know that?   TROY: Go on now! You got the devil in you. Get on away from me!   CORY: You just a crazy old man . . . talking about I got the devil in me.   TROY: Yeah, I’m crazy! If you don't get on the other side of that yard ... I'm gonna show you how crazy I am! Go on . . . get the hell out of my yard.   CORY: It ain't your yard. You took Uncle Gabe's money he got from the army to buy this house and then you put him out.   TROY: (TROY advances on CORY.) Get your black ass out of my yard!   (TROY's advance backs CORY up against the tree. CORY grabs up the bat.)   CORY: I ain't going nowhere! Come on . . . put me out! I ain't scared of you.   TROY: That’s my bat!   CORY: Come on!   TROY: Put my bat down!   CORY: Come on, put me out.   (CORY swings at TROY, who backs across the yard.) What's the matter? You so bad ... put me out!   (TROY advances toward CORY.)   CORY: (Backing up.) Come on! Come on!   TROY: You're gonna have to use it! You wanna draw that bat back on me . . . you're gonna have to use it.   CORY: Come on! . . . Come on!   (CORY swings the bat at TROY a second time. He misses. TROY continues to advance toward him.)   TROY: You're gonna have to kill me! You wanna draw that bat back on me. You're gonna have to kill me. (CORY, backed up against the tree, can go no farther. TROY taunts him. He sticks out his head and offers him a target.) Come on! Come on! (CORY is unable to swing the bat. TROY grabs it.)   TROY: Then I'll show you.   (CORY and TROY struggle over the bat. The struggle is fierce and fully engaged. TROY ultimately is the stronger, and takes the bat from CORY and stands over him ready to swing. He stops himself.) Go on and get away from around my house.   (CORY, stung by his defeat, picks himself up, walks slowly out of the yard and up the alley.)   CORY: Tell Mama I'll be back for my things.   TROY: They’ll be on the other side of that fence.   (CORY exits.)   TROY: I can't taste nothing. Helluljah! I can't taste nothing no more.   (TROY assumes a batting posture and begins to taunt Death, the fastball in the outside corner.) Come on! It’s between you and me now! Come on! Anytime you want! Come on! I be ready for you ... but I ain’t gonna be easy.   (The lights go down on the scene.)    The stage directions in this passage suggest a metaphorical relationship between what?

Reаd the fоllоwing pаssаge frоm Oedipus the King, by Sophocles (pp. 1137) and answer the questions below.   CHORUS LEADER: My lord, since you extend your oath to me,        I will say this. I am not the murderer,        nor can I tell you who the killer is.        As for what you’re seeking, it’s for Apollo,        who launched this search, to state who did it.  OEDIPUS: That is well said. But no man has power        to force the gods to speak against their will.  CHORUS LEADER: May I then suggest what seems to me        the next best course of action?  OEDIPUS: You may indeed,        and if there is a third course, too, don’t hesitate        to let me know.  CHORUS LEADER: Our lord Teiresias,        I know, can see into things, like lord Apollo.        From him, my king, a man investigating this        might well find out the details of the crime.  OEDIPUS: I’ve taken care of that—it’s not something        I could overlook. At Creon’s urging,        I have dispatched two messengers to him        and have been wondering for some time now         why he has not come.  CHORUS LEADER: Apart from that,        there are rumours—but inconclusive ones        from a long time ago.  OEDIPUS: What kind of rumours?        I’m looking into every story.  CHORUS LEADER: It was said        that Laius was killed by certain travellers.  OEDIPUS: Yes, I heard as much. But no one has seen        the one who did it.  CHORUS LEADER: Well, if the killer        has any fears, once he hears your curses on him,        he will not hold back, for they are serious.  OEDIPUS: When a man has no fear of doing the act,        he’s not afraid of words.  CHORUS LEADER: No, not in the case        where no one stands there to convict him.        But at last Teiresias is being guided here,        our god-like prophet, in whom the truth resides        more so than in all other men.    Who is Laius, the man whom the Chorus Leader says was killed by travelers?