Happier Times
For all of us.
For all of us.
Spotted in the audience at today’s Senate hearing on Facebook, during the Zuckerberg testimony.
The last dreamy new car before General Motors was forced to turn its focus away from the consumer and toward the War effort in 1941.
More innocent times. Or were they?
Presenting the 1959 Chevrolet Impala.
...with a foot of snow expected in Boston tonight:
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
These are therapy dogs, waiting to enter the hospital rooms of sick children. (H/T Greg Hogben)
A few years ago, I fell down the ancestry.com rabbit hole, and managed to make some basic diagrammatic sense of my family history back a few generations, until it became strangely addictive and frighteningly time-consuming. And cost too much money. So I suspended operations.
Then I stumbled across this chart, and it gave me such a popsicle headache that I had to stop looking at it. But I know some people for whom it will answer a lot of nagging questions, like “how do we refer to Great Aunt Bessie’s daughter?”
So have at it, all you amateur genealogists!
If Trump Senior has 5 kids by 3 wives and is traveling south at 50 mph, and Trump Junior has 5 kids by one wife and is traveling west at 40 mph, how many Mueller indictments until the 2 men meet in prison? (@OhNoSheTwitnt)