Have y'all seen any of the countless videos of Europeans in the U.S. for the World Cup that are flooding social media right now? They are the best, funnest things I've seen in forever. I've been brooding/depressed for the past couple of weeks, but seeing British people discover Buc-ees at 2:00 a.m. is just the absolute best palette cleanser. I just watched a young Dutch man who had rented a Dodge Ram truck and he's driving along, and he said "I've been driving for five minutes and I can't stop smiling. I'm driving a RAM pickup truck! In America! " And whoever is filming said "How sick is that?" and the young man said "FREEDOM FOREVER!" I watched a British couple who overnighted in Amarillo and the young woman was going on and on about how open and friendly Texans are. She said they were just walking down the sidewalk and they had three different conversations with various people. She said (paraphrasing)"That would never happen in Britain, where everybody is so reserved, almost depressed, and keeps to themselves." Mind you, I'm not saying that everything in the U.S. is so great or anything like that, just that it really does my poor old Texas heart good to see this place through the eyes of others. It's easy to get bogged down in fighting with one another (over things that are unimportant or even made-up issues) and not see the forest for the trees. This young Dutch man who was driving a RAM pickup truck that he'd rented was on a wide open highway, driving a vehicle approximately three times larger and three times higher off the road than anything he'd ever driven before --- and was positively giddy over something that we Texans take for granted. Watching these videos makes me feel a bit foolish, actually, for being down about some stuff that is ultimately inconsequential. Also, it appears that y'all are doing a really good job at making these folks feel completely welcome ---- which of course comes naturally to any Texan ---- to the point that some of them are saying things like "I never want to leave." When you think about it, tasty brisket sandwich at 2:00 a.m. is a pretty miraculous thing. Here's a little video that's sort of an overview of what I'm talking about. x.com/OmilliTees/status/2065…

This is the level of trolling I respect…..

This is so insane😭😭😭

Magnificent stuff from Yoshinobu Yamamoto today and he WILL throw a no-hitter (or better) at some point, it’s just a matter of time

Shucks

Of course the Knicks needed Indiana to deliver.

They just don’t make them like this anymore. Or do they? Join the Infantry. Inspire generations with your stories and songs. Transcend time and culture. Become the man you were supposed to be.

When did the Dodgers become the Harlem Globetrotters?! (I sure wish my Bob was here with me watching this hilarious first inning vs. Angels.) #TheWiddaKevoian

"Your task will not be an easy one." From Eisenhower's letter to courageous Allied troops on June 6, 1944 -- #DDay.

The Bears’ Board of Directors voted Thursday to advance the stadium development in Hammond, Indiana, with the exact to be selected. This is this first time that the Bears’ board has voted on any stadium site. As one source said, “There is more work to do but barring anything very strange, it’s a done deal.”

Everyday for the Platner campaign

Just now seeing this. Worst news of 2026 by far. What a legend.

Frank Newell spent 38 years in the military. When he came home to his family farm in North Carolina, the bluebirds were gone. When Frank was young, the fence posts around the pastures in Warrenton were wood, and Eastern bluebirds nested in them by the hundreds. When he came home decades later, the posts had been replaced with metal. The bluebirds had nowhere to nest and were disappearing. Bluebirds can't excavate their own nest cavities. They depend on old woodpecker holes and natural rot in dead wood, both of which vanish when a landscape gets tidied up. So Frank started building them nest boxes by hand, 25 a week, with donated lumber and a Sears table saw that lasted him 33 years. The word spread, volunteers joined, and businesses donated wood. The Eastern Bluebird Rescue Group, which Frank founded in 1996, has now built and distributed more than 500,000 bluebird houses, sold at or below cost. Warren County is now believed to hold the largest concentration of Eastern bluebirds in the United States. Frank Newell has since passed away, but the group he started is still going, run by his daughter and son-in-law and a few dozen volunteers.

I got "by with a little help from my friends"! The #Indy500 was one of my "firsts" without Bob. I admit to crying as I walked the final steps to our regular seats. But my nephew and my seat-pal helped me through the day. And what a race it was! #TheWiddaKevoian

Kirk Cousins and Fernando Mendoza, courtesy of the @Raiders:

I do appreciate condolences, but better than that, I would like you to do something kind for someone you know. Maybe someone you haven’t reached out to for a while, who may have gone through something difficult a long time ago that everyone has now moved on from. I am no stranger to Trauma Road, after all, and I know that’s how it goes… people rushing to do anything for you at the beginning, and then slowly fading away, until you are ultimately left with your unbearable loss alone. I know it will happen to me, too: The world will move on from this, even as I do not. This is a universal experience for anyone who goes through tragedy, and it is up to us to change that.   If I could make one wish, I would bring my dad back. I know it’s not possible, because I have spent days trying. So instead, I would like to wish that we can all remember that every person we are talking to carries wounds and treat one another with humanity, regardless of our differences. My father always did that. He was a man of faith and strong values who did not have time to judge others, as he was far too busy living his life as the example of what a good man should be.   While I have everyone’s ear, I am begging for us all to do our best to follow my father’s example. I need to see more kindness. Not just for me, as, although I am suffering immensely, I know I am not the only one suffering. Suffering is happening all over the world, every single one of us is dealing with something, and yet we act otherwise. Remember that the person you speak to is a human just like you are; that most of us want the same things such as happiness, love, and the best for our families and friends, and that most of our disagreements come from simply a difference of opinion in how to get there.   Go be nice to someone. Go have the conversations I wish I could have with my father. Go do something good, go say something kind -- because I can absolutely promise you, there is no limit to how cruel the world can be on its own.   I’ll see everyone soon.   Kat   P.S. Less than a week before my dad died, I had to put Cheens down.