I’m working on our summer trip in a few weeks: Plan is to spend the night in Mackinaw City, maybe do the island another year, but any sights along this route we should consider to take in? Kids ages from 2 to 11. #summervacation #vacation #familyvacation

I honestly didn’t think they would get there. If you behaved badly enough the Scandinavian countries are tired of you and actually move to do something you’ve accomplished something. Irony is, everything traditional Scandinavian culture is, is nearly the opposite of the cultures of the 3rd world they imported. It still took this long to overcome the politeness.

When the “big ole fat rain” starts sounding like frozen rain.

Looking for veterans in the Mtn West region who want to attend a a couple day long horseshoeing clinic.

Guessing the Iran deal isn’t as good as Iran is portraying in the media. Goal being to save face and discredit Trump. Willing to give kudos to Trump for not turning Iran into a boots on the ground situation with no concrete objective. Still disappointed we are continually unwilling to finish the work. Unfortunately, they will be back.

elon could solve world hunger literally this second all he has to do is full stack dump all his shares, cause a stock market recession, wipe out trillions, delete tens of thousands of jobs, and then he'll be able to fund the federal government for about 18 minutes

THE VIDEO: Union Pacific Big Boy 4014 passes over the Tunkhannock Viaduct. A 1.2-million-pound steam legend crossing one of the largest concrete railroad viaducts ever built. Nicholson, Pennsylvania delivered an unforgettable scene today.

On June 13, 1777, a 19-year-old French teenager landed on a beach in South Carolina, uninvited, to fight in someone else's war. He would become one of the most important men in American history. The Marquis de Lafayette was one of the richest young aristocrats in France. He had a beautiful wife, a fortune, and zero reason to risk any of it. But he believed in the American cause so fiercely that when the French king forbade him from going, Lafayette bought his own ship and sailed anyway. He literally went AWOL from a life of luxury to bleed for a country that didn't exist yet. Congress was annoyed at first. Another foreign officer looking for a paycheck? Then Lafayette offered to serve for free and pay his own way. That got their attention. He met Washington and the two formed one of the great father-son bonds in American history. Washington had no biological children. Lafayette named his only son George Washington Lafayette. He took a bullet in the leg at Brandywine and kept rallying the retreat. He was instrumental at Yorktown, the battle that won the war. He went home a hero on two continents. A foreign teenager believed in America before America did. 249 years ago today.

"If you want to hate America, watch the news. If you want to love America, drive across it." foxnews.com/lifestyle/world-…

As we await more on the Iran front: Put aside your TDS. Put aside your TMS — Trump Messiah Syndrome. Be serious. Evaluate. Verify. Treat every claim with skepticism. Criticize where warranted. Acknowledge where positive. And try not to use Iran as just another battlefield in your tribal political war. I know I’m recommending the impossible for too many of you.

Our room for the coming days in Houston. I don’t even know what to say about this. This is just unreal. No words. Huge huge thank you to JJ Watt for giving me and my friends the opportunity to stay at a place like this🙏🙏🙏

This is so insane😭😭😭

RT @mattdykema: We worked 16–18 hour shifts producing the first versions of the Falcon 9 thrusters. To this day, it is still the hardest m…

This mesocyclone handoff was absolutely fascinating to witness, especially because of the LP nature of the storm. (This edit is a little rough because its a screen grab) June 11th 2026 Streator Illinois twins.

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

Somewhere in America, your weather report is performed as THEATER, and I have become a devoted patron. In Japan, the forecast is read calmly. Rain tomorrow. Carry an umbrella. Farewell. Sixty seconds, a bow, the nation equipped. Here, a man named Chip stands before a LIVING MAP, sleeves rolled to the elbow, and delivers the coming of a thunderstorm like news from a battlefield where he personally fought. "Folks, I want you to look at this system moving in from the west—" FOLKS. He addresses the entire region as kin. He sweeps his arm and the clouds OBEY HIS GESTURE. He warns of hail with grave eyes, then promises a beautiful weekend with the smile of a man delivering a peace treaty — both within ninety seconds, both with total sincerity. And when true severe weather comes, America? Chip removes his jacket. THE JACKET COMES OFF. And the entire state understands instantly: this is now serious. There is a doctrine of sleeves in your meteorology — unwritten, universally read. My neighbor glanced at the television, saw the bare forearms, and said, "Jacket's off. Better bring the grill cover in." A NATION READING A MAN'S SLEEVES FOR SURVIVAL INSTRUCTIONS. We have early warning systems in Japan that cost billions, and I am no longer certain they outperform Chip's wardrobe. Last week: hail. Chip stayed on air for hours. No jacket. Sleeves climbing toward the elbow like a rising river gauge. He tracked every cell. He told specific streets when to shelter. MY street. He said its name. A man on television guarded my street BY NAME until the storm passed. Samurai have served lords for less devotion than Chip shows a cold front. I watch nightly now. I have opinions about the rival station's radar. The radar is inferior. I trust Chip's seven-day outlook because he tells you when he is UNSURE — and a forecaster who admits doubt is a forecaster whose certainty means something. That sentence is free, America. Give it to your generals. A man does not ask the storm to explain itself. He watches the sleeves, as his ancestors watched the sky. Tonight Chip is in the full jacket, laughing with the sports desk. Stand down, everyone. The realm is at peace. The sleeves have spoken.

Christopher Bell says he was told his hit was 63 gs. "To get out of there with just a fractured wrist was pretty immaculate." Says he's thankful he doesn't have a head injury.

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