Finally got around to watching this. Man, tears were just rolling down my face! I’m dehydrated.
I just watched it. Pretty great. I wonder how well known that song is globally? I can imagine if you don’t know it, you would spend most of your time thinking, “What is even happening right now?”
Bohemian Rhapsody is the most absurd thing to ever be amazing. And it is amazing.
A 1953 postcard is finally returned to the guy who sent it.
Talk about commitment to the client!
Hah. I definitely got my ears pierced at Claire’s.
Me, too. Rite of passage in the early 90s.
Humans can put their brains, communication skills, and ability to coordinate with each other for truly horrific acts …
… or, they can do this.
That was a lot of pre-planning!
(And can I just say, that long-haired blonde kid absolutely shredding that guitar is going places.)
Pass the mashed potatoes!
I think I saw that on Ted Lasso, but I think it was Christmas.
The world could always use some more J.S. Bach music.
NYT: Newly Discovered Bach Pieces Are the Fruits of Decades of Detective Work:
This actually happened last Friday. It looked like getting home on the gas I had left was really dicey, so I decided to stop for gas just before the interstate. A car was already next to me on the other side of the pumps, and the middle aged man was just standing there. He approached me and asked for a donation for gas. From his English, appearance, and accent, I could tell he was latino, and the woman in the passenger seat was his age. I assumed she was his wife.
I’ve gotten hit on for all kinds of scams over the years, so I initially said that I didn’t have any cash. He quietly went back to his car. As I was pumping, I could see he was genuinely tired and beat down, and his wife was on the verge of tears.
I walked over to him and asked him where he was going. He said he had family in Chicago. I pumped ten dollars worth for him. That was plenty enough to get him to where he needed to go.
I’m no hero and deserve no praise. What was great was how good I felt afterwords. That was plenty! 
Oh, yes, have a great Thanksgiving! I can enjoy mine knowing that I might have saved his. I don’t think I could have otherwise.
Good for you. It’s easy to get callous and cynical about people asking for money. But sometimes people are actually in trouble, and genuinely need help.
I went to my husband’s grandmother’s birthday party today. It was a formal event. Big deal. Four-hour photoshoot for the whole family (19 adult grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren.)
So I decided, after years of not knowing what the hell to do with my hair at these things, to actually get my hair and makeup done professionally.
I was very nervous about this, but the ladies were the nicest you ever met. The salon itself just had a different vibe. They brought me a drink while I was waiting.
As we were chatting, the subject of my son’s haircut challenges came up. His last haircut was a disaster because stylists often don’t know how to deal with kids and people with sensory issues. I told the stylist he has sensory issues and is autistic and she said, “I’m autistic too! I have a special sensory program for autistic kids.” And she gave me her flier and it’s simply incredible. $30 for a 15 minute consultation, sensory fidgets, a quiet, calm environment, and as long as it takes to cut your kid’s hair. This is like finding gold. I can’t tell you how hard it is to find professionals who “get” him.
The whole salon was really freaking cool. It’s a collective. They hold community events and Pay as You Can events where people pay whatever they can afford for quality haircuts, and it also applies to the sensory program. They are essentially giving away haircuts to autistic kids sometimes. These are good people. So that was a great find!
They also did great with my hair and makeup and I got a lot of compliments at the party. I told them they were about to get a lot of our business.
Wow-- that is all fabulous! 
Thanks for telling us!
Just the thing for Thanksgiving weekend:
I wonder what happened to the house.
Friends, we need this story today. 
He ate at this restaurant every day. When he didn’t show, the chef saved his life.
Charlie Hicks, 78, a regular at the Shrimp Basket, stopped showing up. The chef went looking for him and ended up saving his life.
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[For 10 years] the air force veteran [Charlie Hicks, 78] would come every day to the Shrimp Basket in Pensacola, Florida, where [Chef Donell] Stallworth runs the kitchen. Hicks, who had just retired from a second career as an accountant, would always order a cup of gumbo for lunch and sit and watch baseball on the restaurant’s TV.
They became acquainted and eventually became friends. I mean, daily visits for TEN YEARS…I guess so.
One day Charlie didn’t show. They found out Charlie was sick and went to his house to take him his regular gumbo. Then a couple of days went by and Charlie didn’t answer his phone.
“I just grabbed my keys and walked out,” Stallworth said of that day, Sept. 11.
Stallworth went to Hicks’s apartment and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again, and still no answer. Stallworth was about to turn and leave when he heard a faint cry for help. He opened the door, which was unlocked, and found Hicks on the floor. He had fallen, and was severely dehydrated with two broken ribs. Stallworth was on the phone with Galloway back at the restaurant and asked her to call 911.
“When I got there, he didn’t even know what day it was or what time it was,” Stallworth said. “He really couldn’t talk, because he was so dehydrated.”
But it gets better…
Hicks spent the following two months in the hospital and then in rehab recovering — with his friends from Shrimp Basket visiting him regularly and delivering gumbo. When he fell, his apartment lease was almost up, and his rent was about to increase.
Shrimp Basket general manager Casey Corbin — who said Hicks is like the restaurant’s “adopted grandpa” — noticed there was an empty apartment next door to the restaurant, so she inquired about the rent.
The upshot: Charlie signed the least on that apartment and the restaurant staff fixed up the apartment and moved him into it! Right next door. Is that cool or what?
On Monday afternoon, Shrimp Basket President Jeff Brooks announced that Hicks would receive free gumbo for life. The restaurant chain also offered free gumbo with any purchase on Monday in Hicks’s honor.
The staff found him a walker and autographed it:
Oh my gosh, that’s a tear-jerker. People are good.
Agreed. Thanks for posting it.
Hopefully older stories are allowed here…
In my past, I was a school bus driver while working through college. I picked up middle school kids from a fairly rich area and bussed them across town.
One afternoon, one of my (sort of) troublemakers managed to set a seat on fire. I think he was as astonished as I, and I quickly extinguished the small blaze, but I had to stop and turn him over to the bus authority and school. No one was hurt, but he was banished from riding for the rest of the semester.
When I arrived at work the next Monday, the bus boss called me to his office, explaining that the kid’s “Lawyer Dad wants to talk to you”. When I entered the room, the kid and his expensively dressed father were waiting for me. I was dreading the outcome of this.
After introductions, Dad asked what my workday was like. I explained I started at 6 am to clean the bus, then etc. etc. Dad smiled and pulled his son forward saying: “Let me introduce you to your new bus cleaner. I’ll have him here at 6am every morning for the rest of the semester.”
I think he was being a good Dad. Rather than use his influence to fight the punishment, he made it a good and effective learning experience.