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🇺🇸 The 50 star American flag flying today was designed in 1958 by 17 year old Robert G. Heft as a high school class project. He got a B-minus on it. The teacher claimed the design "lacked originality" and jokingly remarked that if Heft didn't like the grade, he should get the flag accepted in Washington. Heft called his teacher's bluff. He sent his physical prototype to his congressman, Walter Moeller, who forwarded it to the design pool. Out of more than 1,500 submissions, President Eisenhower picked his design. His teacher later changed his grade to an A. Thank you, Robert! The flag is beautiful! 🇺🇸

An undergrad who was active at SMU’s Catholic center died last year, and in his memory, his parents gave the Center a coffee station and a year’s supply of coffee. When I go to my own reward, this would, in fact, be a very fine way to honor my memory

When Marcelo Bielsa became Leeds United manager in 2018, he asked a simple question: how long does the average supporter have to work to afford a match ticket? After learning the answer was around three hours, Bielsa gathered his players and assigned them an unusual task. Instead of training, they spent the next three hours picking up litter around the club’s training ground. The exercise wasn’t meant as punishment. Bielsa wanted his squad to understand the effort, sacrifice, and hard work that ordinary fans put in to support their team. By spending the same amount of time doing manual work, the players were reminded that every ticket purchased represents hours of labor by loyal supporters. The story became one of the most famous examples of Bielsa’s unique leadership style and his deep respect for football fans.

A patient asked: "If sore throats are strictly caused by viruses or bacteria, why does drinking ice-cold water or sleeping under a direct AC instantly trigger one?" The answer surprises almost everyone.

Most people watch the World Cup from cafe or a couch. Türkiye fans watch it at 6:00 AM from a 2,000-year-old ancient theatre facing the sea. 🇹🇷🌅 Football with a view like this hits different. 😮

This rendition by Dan & Shay is fantastic, but credit to the sound guy who absolutely nailed this mix. It's perfect. The blend between the harmonies and the live mics in the stadium is what makes the hair on your arm stand up.

I know Paraguay, homefield, etc. but that was literally the best half of World Cup soccer for the USMNT in 96 years.

Was told by a NPS employee this tree across from Lincoln’s home in Springfield IL is the last confirmed “witness tree” that would have been standing when Lincoln lived here and would have seen. Last night’s storm has destroyed it, staff say it can’t be saved #History #Lincoln

We can confirm Freddy is real, is German and loves New Orleans 👏

USA. 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.

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It’s like watching Tocqueville live tweet Democracy in America, and I think that’s beautiful

A German visiting Auburn, Alabama, to watch Lionel Messi and Argentina play Iceland stopped at a Buc-ee's and ate brisket sandwiches on a stack of deer feeder corn. A sentence never before uttered in all of human history.

From the Library of Congress baseball exhibit currently on display in the Capitol: A note passed between Justices Potter Stewart and Harry Blackmun that VP Spiro Agnew had resigned on 10/10/1973 Made sure to include the Mets score

We in Iceland wish the best of luck to our coarse but noble Norwegian cousins as they set sail in search of greatness in Vinland and beyond. Should they fare well, we shall commit their deeds to epic prose. But know this: Iceland will return to seek the World Cup and add a new chapter to our own saga. Finally, we shall all meet in Valhalla.

In a corner of parliament at the far end of the Royal gallery a box lies permantly open containing sand from all five Normandy beaches -a reminder to both houses of the sacrifice & the cause of freedom fought for by brave service people on DDay June 6 th 1944. #DDay

RIGHT NOW in 1944, the BBC broadcasts an excerpt of Paul Verlaine's 1866 poem "Chanson d'automne" into Nazi-occupied Europe. The passage "...wounds my heart with a monotonous languor” is a coded signal to the French Resistance. It means: “The Allies are coming!”

Ferris Bueller took his "Day Off" 41 years ago today. June 5th 1985. Happy Ferris Bueller Day #80s