Tommy Fleetwood has chance to replicate his 2018 Shinnecock magic as easy US Open golfer to root for trib.al/13sBmaU

On this date in 1983 the sitcom "Taxi" aired its final episode. BITE-SIZED FACT | The 18x Emmy winning series ran for 5 seasons and aired a total of 114 episodes. #80s

This is every white woman at a “No Kings” rally. The Subaru Outback is perfection. 🤌🏼😂

True story, I am from an area that pronounces worsh / Worshington. I grew up on a farm, and when my brother and I were little we'd sit on the step waiting for my dad to come home from the field. My mom saw us and asked us "do you worship your daddy?" And I looked at her weird and said "no, he worshes up all by himself."

I requested a simple band of rubber from my host. She gestured to a drawer, and the very gesture told me everything I needed to know about American chaos. One drawer. Every household. Always in the kitchen, and it holds the same things in every home in the nation: batteries of unknown charge. Rubber bands. A screwdriver too short for any screw. Birthday candles. Soy sauce packets. Three pens, one of which works. And a key. The key is the part I cannot release. I have now surveyed eleven households. ALL have the key. NONE know what it opens. "What does this open?" I asked Sue, holding it up. "No idea. Been there since we moved in." "Then why keep it?" She looked at me as if I had proposed burning a shrine. "You can't throw away a KEY." She is right. I felt it the moment she said it. A key answers to a lock somewhere. To discard it is to abandon a door you may never find. Eleven households, each guarding one orphaned promise, between the candles and the takeout menus. In Japan, we made a national art of putting things in their proper place. I assumed the junk drawer was that art's absence. Wrong. The junk drawer IS the proper place — for things whose place has not yet been revealed. Not disorder. Faith, with a handle. I confess my crime. I once organized Dale's junk drawer while waiting for him. Small bins. Categories. He opened it, stood silent, and said, "Where's the thing?" He could not name the thing. He knew only that it could no longer be found. I had alphabetized a treasure map. We do not speak of it. The drawer does not need order. It needs to be opened with hope, and closed with acceptance. I keep a junk drawer of my own now. This week it accepted a battery, a twist tie, and a key I found in the yard. I do not know what the key opens. Into the drawer it goes. Someday, the door will announce itself.

Nasty green algae returns to DC's Reflecting Pool afterTrump's $14M glow-up trib.al/FrCMGn3

Proposal: AI that responds to querys in the style of Cliff Claven, the mailman from Cheers, with equal creativity Bonus, it butts into searches and conversations unbidden based on what it overhears or is just interested in that day. Realization: that’s just AI

Cleveland Cavaliers player James Harden was arrested on Saturday in Houston on a misdemeanor charge of unlawful carrying of a weapon in a motor vehicle, according to the Harris County District Clerk’s Office. cnn.it/4ooGexQ

TV Guide, June 14, 1986 | Emmanuel Lewis

Yeah fuck you @JerrySeinfeld typical psycho attitude

Bicyclist injured after Northwest Side hit-and-run, SAPD says ksat.com/news/local/2026/06/…

Now live at BaT Auctions: 1988 Mercedes-Benz 240GD. bringatrailer.com/listing/19…

Disgusting greed of the US and FIFA crushed my son’s dreams He was saving for two years to see Germany play in a World Cup Yesterday we flew to Houston to purchase tickets for the first match “That will be $2,400 plus tip” we heard in a ticket booth “Tip?” I was sure this is a joke “Yes, mandatory 25% tip is not included” I froze from shock “Total of $3,000. Cash or card?” My son looked at me with crying eyes “We cannot afford it, Heinrich” I said “But papa, we came such a long way” he was sobbing I hugged him, feeling my heart is breaking “This would never happened in the EU” he whispered “No son, it would not” I said while wiping tears off my eyes America must never be allowed to interfere with European sports again