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Elegance is a gift, and MI, I'm delighted to be in your presence. Let's have some fun and make every moment count.

Possibly the most eloquent man of his time. Like Orwell, he spoke and wrote in a way that got to the point and explained it well.

Donna Vekic kisses her trophy after winning the title at Queen’s Club. 😘🏆 (via @WTA)

People talk about John Lennon's absent father. Paul McCartney's lost mother. The wounds that shaped The Beatles are well documented. But there is a quieter story — a story about a boy everyone had given up on, and the stepfather who refused to. Richard Starkey grew up in the Dingle, one of Liverpool's roughest neighborhoods, in grinding poverty. His father left when he was three. By the time he was six he had nearly died from appendicitis and peritonitis. By eight he could barely read. At thirteen he was taken out of a sanatorium after two years of treatment for tuberculosis, having missed so much school that returning was pointless. He entered the workforce semi-literate, drifting between jobs he couldn't keep. It was around this time that his mother Elsie married a painter and decorator from Essex named Harry Graves. In a culture where stepfathers could be resentful or indifferent, Harry was something else entirely. He didn't push the fragile boy toward manual labor or shame him for the schooling he'd missed. He paid attention. He noticed that when Richard sat near a rhythm — any rhythm — something lit up in him. He had been banging on tins in the sanatorium. He was tapping on everything at home. In December 1957, Harry Graves traveled to London, found a battered second-hand drum kit for £10, and carried it back to Liverpool by train — just to see the boy smile at Christmas. It was a primitive thing. A snare drum, a bass drum, a cymbal made from an old bin lid. But it was enough. Richard Starkey — who would soon rename himself Ringo Starr — began playing. First in skiffle groups. Then in rock and roll bands. Then, in August 1962, he sat down behind the drums for The Beatles and became one of the most distinctive rhythmic voices in the history of popular music. Ringo called Harry his "step-ladder." Not stepfather. Step-ladder. Because Harry lifted him up. Harry Graves died in August 1994. Ringo and Barbara Bach attended the funeral at Huyton Cemetery. By then, the battered £10 drum kit had long since been replaced by a lifetime of music — but the man who carried it on a train remained, to the end, one of the most important people in Ringo's life. John Lennon wrote "Help" about feeling lost. Ringo Starr never needed to write that song. He had Harry.

Esse dia foi histórico! O tanto que as tailandezas ficaram felizes que o Brasil atravessou a quadra toda para tirar foto com elas! Foi lindo demais. Um país que tem meu coração é a Tailândia.

I support this idea!

Don't ever let the racists convince you they are the majority. They are not. They are just morally bankrupt and willing to try to seize power with their hate. We are stronger than fascism when we come together.

Spike Lee was paraded through Fort Greene in Brooklyn like he was the pope.

Stephen and Viola Armstrong watching their son Neil become the first person to walk on the Moon, 1969.

Since today is the Anniversary of the loss of the Hortman’s & this is how their children are Honoring their Legacy. 1. Planted trees 2. Learn something new 3. Visit a State Park 4. Tell a dad joke 5. Bake 6. Pet a dog 7. Community tributes 8. Stand up for Justice

Excited to be back in Denver soon! Who wants to be my plus one to some new restaurants that have popped up since my lasy visit?

TRUTH OF THE DAY

5 US Open titles. 22 Grand Slams. A true legend of the game. Happy Birthday, Steffi Graf 🎉

The match ended in a draw. The Netherlands fans celebrated and went home. But the Japan fans stayed behind. With smiles on their faces and bags in their hands, they cleaned the entire stadium after the game against the Netherlands. They have done it for years. Not because anyone asked them to. But because respect, discipline and gratitude are part of who they are. A small act that continues to inspire the football world. 🇯🇵❤️

Mamdani on the viral "my mayor's Muslim" Knicks fan: "Thanks to him, there are a lot of people who have just been running up to me over the last few weeks just shouting, 'My Mayor's Muslim!' I said, 'It's true. I am.'"

It was a Monday morning in August 2023. For nearly six months, hundreds of truck drivers had been crisscrossing the United States carrying the largest concert production the world had ever seen. They drove through the night. They slept in parking lots and truck stops. They missed family dinners, birthdays, anniversaries, and countless ordinary moments at home. That was the job. Then a man entered the room quietly. There were no cameras. No speeches. No press releases. He simply walked from person to person, placing a sealed envelope into each driver's hands. The envelopes were thick. Each one carried a wax seal bearing a monogram. Inside was a handwritten letter. The drivers opened them carefully. One glanced at the check and assumed it said $1,000. Another looked closer and thought it might be $10,000. Then someone finally said what everyone else was thinking. "This can't be real." But it was. Every check was for $100,000. The man handing them out was Scott Swift. The letters had been written by his daughter, Taylor, personally thanking each driver for helping make the Eras Tour possible. For many of them, it was more money than they had ever received in a single bonus. Industry veterans later called it unprecedented. But the story didn't end there. When the Eras Tour finally concluded in December 2024 after 149 performances spanning five continents, the scale of Taylor Swift's generosity became clear. By the end of the tour, she had distributed an estimated $197 million in bonuses to the people behind the scenes. Not just performers. Everyone. Dancers. Truck drivers. Sound engineers. Stage builders. Caterers. Security staff. Hair and makeup artists. Merchandise workers. Physical therapists. Pyrotechnics crews. The people most fans never see. Every department was included. Every person mattered. Many also received personal notes expressing her gratitude. Some employees later described opening their letters and simply sitting in silence. Others cried. When asked why she did it, her answer was remarkably simple. "They worked hard. They deserved it." The generosity, however, did not begin with the tour. And it certainly did not end there. In the early months of the pandemic, while much of the world was shut down, Taylor Swift spent time online reading messages from fans who were struggling. One freelance photographer worried she would lose her apartment. A bartender wondered how he would pay his bills while waiting for unemployment assistance. Without publicity or announcements, Taylor quietly sent thousands of dollars to people who needed help. The recipients shared the messages themselves because they could hardly believe what had happened. For many, the money arrived at exactly the moment they thought they had run out of options. Then came another story. In 2025, a mother posted a video of her young daughter Lilah, who was battling a rare and aggressive form of brain cancer. While watching Taylor Swift on a screen, the little girl smiled and pointed. "That's my friend," she said. The video spread online. Not long afterward, the family received news that seemed impossible. A single anonymous donation had completed their fundraising goal. The amount was $100,000. Attached was a message: "Sending the biggest hug to my friend, Lilah. Love, Taylor." The family later said it took them nearly half an hour to accept that it was real. The Eras Tour generated more than $2 billion in ticket sales. Taylor Swift became one of the most successful entertainers in history through her songs, her performances, and years of relentless work. But what people continue to remember are not the records. It is the image of handwritten letters sealed with wax. It is the truck drivers standing speechless in a meeting room. It is the struggling fans who found unexpected help when they needed it most. It is a little girl calling a singer her friend—and discovering that the feeling was returned. Because sometimes the most remarkable part of success is not how much a person earns. It is what they choose to do with it. And in a world where generosity is often announced before it happens, some of Taylor Swift's most meaningful acts were the ones she never announced at all. Follow for more Lost in Yesterday

🚨🗣️New: Thierry Henry reacts to the USA vs Paraguay stoppage for TV commercials: “I’ve spent my entire life in this beautiful game — as a player at the highest level, as a fan, and now as someone who analyses it every week — and what unfolded during that USA versus Paraguay match left me deeply frustrated. The fourth official standing there on the touchline, arm raised high, instructing the referee to hold the restart… not for any injury, not for tactical reasons, and not even primarily for player hydration in that scorching heat. No. It was because the broadcast team hadn’t finished airing all their commercials. That’s not football. That’s a television show pretending to be a World Cup match. The beautiful game is being strangled by greed. Players are out there in the heat, ready to restart, momentum building like a storm about to break — and we pause everything so the sponsors can cash in. It’s like stopping a symphony mid-crescendo because the advertisers want their jingle heard. Football didn’t conquer the world by turning into American sports with endless timeouts and ad breaks. We had rhythm, flow, emotion that flowed like a river. Now? It’s dammed up for dollars. This isn’t about hydration or player welfare anymore — it’s a slippery slope where the soul of the game is sold piece by piece. Fans deserve better. Players deserve better. The referee on that pitch looked like a puppet on strings controlled from some broadcast truck. Enough is enough. We need to protect what made this sport the greatest on Earth before it disappears completely.” The World Cup should be football’s cathedral. Instead, we’re turning it into a shopping mall with a pitch in the middle. And here’s the question nobody wants to answer: if the fourth official is waiting for commercials, then who is really running the game? FIFA? The referee? Or the broadcasters? Because the moment football starts asking advertisers for permission before asking the players, you’ve crossed a line. The World Cup is supposed to be the showcase of football. Not the showcase of who paid the most for airtime.”