Big shout out from @ICEzzyG and @ICdave on @IllegalCurve hockey show. Great hanging with Cousin Dave and Big Daddy! Thanks for the many laughs and fun.

On our way to our nation's capital. Although we missed supporting the Walk, we are there in spirit. More to come as we move forward over the next few days. Please support my wife as she gets ready for a possible nomination in BEY

The old credo for @AirCanada is always top of mind - We aren't happy unless you aren't happy... Waiting for bags at Pearson.... 45 mins since landing and with priority baggage!

When people ask who I was with at the Rady JCC Sports Dinner, I say my Cousin Dave @ICdave and Big Daddy @ICEzzyG. @IllegalCurve @ICdrew

One last pic of my Cousin Dave and me at the Rady JCC Sports Dinner last night featuring Joe Carter and Cito Gaston. @ICdave @ICdrew @ICEzzyG @IllegalCurve

Great evening spending time at the Annual Rady JCC Sports Dinner with my cousin Dave and @ICEzzyG! We all were wondering why @ICdrew wasn't there...

Is that @ICEzzyG singing the American National Anthem? @ICdrew @ICdave @IllegalCurve @hustlerama @mremis @SportsTalkWPG

In Auschwitz, my mother taught me three rules. Not stories. Not prayers. Rules. The kind that kept you alive. Rule one: Never make eye contact with a guard. Rule two: Never show that you are sick. Rule three: Never, ever, lose your bowl. I was five years old. I memorized them the way other children memorize nursery rhymes. The bowl was a small tin thing. Dented. Scratched. It held whatever thin soup they gave us once a day. If you lost your bowl, you had no bowl. If you had no bowl, you had no ration. If you had no ration, you understand. I guarded that bowl with everything I had. I slept with it. I held it against my chest during roll call. I knew where it was every second of every day. Then one morning, I fell into the latrine. There is no delicate way to say this. The latrines in Auschwitz were wooden boards with holes cut into them over a pit. The holes were large. I was very small. I was in a hurry. I slipped. I went in up to my neck. The smell. The cold. The rats. I do not need to describe it. Your mind already knows. My mother tried to pull me out. She could not. I was slippery and she had no strength. None of us had strength. We had not eaten properly in months. She called out. Other women came. Together they pulled me free. Someone found a hose. They sprayed me down in the cold air while I stood there shaking. I did not cry. Rule number one in Auschwitz was the same rule everywhere, do not attract attention. But I got sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that comes from rats and filth and cold water and a body that has nothing left to fight with. And I remembered Rule Two, never show that you are sick. I hid it from everyone. From the guards. From the other children. Even from my mother, because I knew if she knew, she would do something. And doing something in Auschwitz got you killed. But someone saw. I do not know who. I do not know why they helped me instead of reporting me. I never knew. They took me to a room, a makeshift hospital. I lay in a bed, a real bed, not a wooden bunk, for the first time since we had arrived. I do not remember much of what happened next. The fever blurred everything. Days passed like smoke. When I came out, I still had my bowl. I had held it even in the latrine. Even in the fever. Even in the dark when I did not know where I was or what day it was. My mother looked at me when I came back. She looked at the bowl. She did not say anything. She just nodded, the way she nodded when something had gone the way it needed to go. People ask me what survival looks like. I tell them, sometimes it looks like a five year old girl climbing out of a latrine in a death camp, covered in filth, shaking with cold, still holding her tin bowl. Because she knew that the bowl was the difference between eating and not eating. Between living and not. Because her mother had told her. And she had listened. I am Tova Friedman. I fell into a latrine in Auschwitz at five years old. I came out still holding my bowl. Tova. #NeverForget #Survival #DaughterOfAuschwitz #ShesStillHere #TheirNamesLiveOn

Israeli security forces made a list of thousands of militants who participated in the Oct. 7, 2023, attacks. One by one, they are being tracked down, captured and killed. 🔗 on.wsj.com/4uwA952

Great cause and a worthy charity. Donate today - aurorahouse.ca/donate

The Habs had it - In. The. Bag.

Let’s enjoy the day!!! 🤣😂🤣 COLLIERVILLE MOM DETAINED AFTER ALLEGEDLY OPENING “SIDELINE SANGRIA STATION” AT YOUTH SOCCER GAME COLLIERVILLE, TN — Parents arriving at Rose Soccer Complex Saturday morning expecting Capri Suns and awkward small talk instead found what witnesses described as “a full-blown brunch winery experience with shin guards.” 38-year-old Brittany Calloway was reportedly escorted from a U-9 girls soccer game after allegedly setting up a folding patio bar beside Field 3 and selling “small batch mom juice” out of a monogrammed cooler during the first quarter. According to witnesses, Brittany arrived at approximately 8:12 a.m. wearing oversized sunglasses, a floppy beach hat, and a shirt that read “IT’S CALLED SELF-CARE, KEVIN.” She allegedly unloaded a collapsible table, two fake ferns, and a handwritten drink menu from the back of a white Tahoe with a “Powered By Pinot” sticker on the rear window. Authorities say the menu included: • “Collierville Cabernet-ish” — $9 • “Minivan Moscato” — $11 • “Pinot Grigio & Childhood Trauma” — $13 • “Ref Whistle Riesling” — $15 • A complimentary refill for any parent whose child got put in as goalie “for character development” Police say Brittany also had: a battery-powered blender, a ring light, a Venmo QR code taped to a pumpkin spice candle, and a Bluetooth speaker blasting early-2000s Kelly Clarkson on repeat. One father told officers, “I honestly thought she was part of the tournament sponsorship.” Another parent reportedly became concerned after her daughter asked, “Why does Chloe’s mom have a happy hour menu next to the orange slices?” When approached by officers, Brittany allegedly insisted she “wasn’t technically selling alcohol” and claimed parents were simply “donating toward emotional recovery.” “She was incredibly committed to the theme,” one officer stated. “She had punch cards. She offered us a loyalty program called ‘Sip Happens.’” Witnesses say Brittany remained calm while being escorted away, though she allegedly attempted to hand out one final mason jar labeled “Silent Carpool Sauvignon.” Despite the interruption, the Collierville Lady Fireballs went on to win 5-2, although several parents admitted they had absolutely no idea what the score was by halftime...

Opening of @NatalieCTV campaign for Ward 19 Councillor last night in Toronto @SummerNudel. Great crowd and we are behind Natalie as she pivots from reporting on City of Toronto Council news to representing us in the future!

A timely and important gesture from the @CanadiensMTL to invite @GidZel from @ShaarHashomayim to sing the national anthems. Montreal isn’t Montreal without the Jewish community, and when an institution of the Canadiens’ stature shows solidarity, it speaks volumes. #GoHabsGo

Strength, courage, moral clarity... She's a rockstar!

Beaches East York has a lot of things going on! This is one of them! Go Natalie

42nd Mother's Day without you...

Dinner last night at the fabulous Il Ponte Cucina with my beautiful wife and her bestie!

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