Pictures of some sweet things and moments.
First link courtesy of my older daughter.
Funny or sad: you decide.
As a former Phillies fan--take Gene Mauch and the '64 Phils; please!--I can empathise with the man.
UPDATE: Link fixed now. Thanks, Michael.
A nice story about one of the World Champion New England Patriots.
The American Dream is alive and well for at least some people.
In 1984, I immigrated to Los Angeles from Honduras. Next month, I will pay off my home in Santa Clarita.
The American Dream is not dead.
My first job upon arrival was working at the salad bar at Carl’s Jr. I spoke no English and earned $3.35 an hour. Little did I know at the time, I’d spend the next 28 years of my life with that company, moving through the ranks of crew person, assistant manager, general manager, district manager and finally director of operations for the Los Angeles market. I finally left to take a senior management position at Blaze Pizza in 2014.
Joseph Epstein discusses reaching age 80. I especially liked this:
Better yet, my Northwestern job was without tenure—each year, for 30 years, I was asked if I should like to stay on for another year—so that I never had to attend any faculty meetings and listen to the petty squabbles of my colleagues. If the reigning sin of capitalism is greed, and that of socialism is envy, from their conversation I grasped that that of academic life is resentment.
Link courtesy of Michael Greenspan.
Unsurprising but still sad for them.
"The lost city of Trellech: History fan spends his £32,000 life savings buying a field on a hunch - then is proved spectacularly right when he digs it up to discover the remains of a medieval town"
One of the very coolest things in life is when you bet on something lots of other people say is crazy and you turn out to be . . . right.