There is something magical about a good dog. They bring so much joy and love to our lives and make wherever they are home.
And Tanner, you were all of that and so much more. You protected, welcomed, adventured, and loved so very hard.
So, it seems like I should mention this again. Around the beginning of the year, we ended up getting scammed by a wholesaler and were sent counterfeit 3M adhesive. We used the adhesive as we normally did, and orders were sent out, as per normal. All of a sudden, I was receiving 3-4 emails a day saying that patches were separating. We have always had a lifetime warranty on everything we offer, so we were replacing orders left and right. Trying to figure out how this was happening, I compared the adhesive to older rolls, and figured out the issue pretty quickly.
We sent out emails and made posts here warning folks and offering refunds or replacements on affected patches, but we don't have a ton of reach and know that not everyone got the message.
What we did do was switch up our whole patch making process. We switched to a thermal activated adhesive and spent a whole month dialing in the process. Since then, we have not had a single report of a patch coming undone (Super proud of that!)
But, with all of that being said, we still offer a no questions asked lifetime warranty on everything we offer. If something we made gets torn up in a crazy circumstance, we want to know! The data we get helps us make our things better, and it's well worth it for us to replace the items that are affected. We don't want to settle for okay, we seriously want to make the best products we can, and we are continuously striving to do so.
You all trust us with your hard earned money, and we stand behind each and every single piece that gets sent out from our workshop. Simple as that.
I teach auto shop at a small high school. We work on students cars, teachers cars, students parents cars and some community people cars. We only charge for parts and not labor, so we saved some people a lot of money last school year. This last school year we did 126 oil changes, 68 brake jobs, 85 alignments, 4 steering racks, 22 tune ups, 32 struts, 20 shock absorbers, 4 transfer cases, mounted and balanced 82 new tires, 4 timing chains, 15 valve cover gaskets, 14 thermostats, 4 radiators, 12 in tank fuel pumps, 8 EVAP canisters, 6 exhaust manifolds, 4 mufflers, 15 AC repairs including evacuate and recharge, 8 alternators, 22 batteries, 9 starters and so much more! Proud of those students I am!
“He did something jaw-dropping to me. He read a statement from his phone.”
That is the issue right there.
Scott Pelley was not making an argument. He was applying emotional blackmail to CBS. It is the same tactic that works so well in corporate HR today: frame composure as coldness, preparation as cowardice, and discipline as moral failure.
But serious people write things down when the words matter.
Priests read from notes at funerals.
Presidents read prepared statements. Officers read casualty notifications. Judges read verdicts. They do it because mistakes are unacceptable.
That has been true since the beginning of parchment.
The disciples took notes after the death of Jesus and carried those words around the world.
Reading carefully is not weakness. It is reverence you imbecile.
Idea:
A site like RateMyProfessor but it's for judges and people can submit instances of public menaces being repeatedly released.
For all the mainstream stories we see, there are undoubtedly thousands more we don't.
McDonald’s is testing new drive thru AI technology that has facial recognition that can recognize you when you pull up
They are also equipped with license plate readers
The demo shows future capabilities like facial and license plate recognition to greet repeat customers by name and recall “usual” orders
This isn’t just a concept, it’s live and being used right now
It’s testing at 5 U.S. locations right now and has already processed over 1 million transactions, with 90% handled completely without human intervention
I don’t want McDonald’s to have my biometric and license plate data
When I was but a young lad we had chickens.
We did not buy feed for them. They just ate bugs out of the yard. They survived.
But apparently Big Chicken has convinced people that “ohmygerd they will die if we don’t go and buy 40 pounds of bespoke corn from
Argentina”
It’s a fucking chicken man. They will eat anything
He brought his children to Normandy — at his own expense — to honor the fallen of the Greatest Generation. Americans who gave everything to defeat tyranny & save the world.
Every parent should teach their kids what real sacrifice & courage look like. That’s how we keep freedom alive.
Proud to serve alongside a Secretary of War who leads by example, on & off the battlefield.
Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord.
D-Day.
I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink.
Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended.
He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006.
His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything.
His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from.
He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss.
June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach.
In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it.
“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.”
He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach.
No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all.
That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever.
It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back.
I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison.
So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days.
Rest In Peace...
Dear @WhiteHouse, my name is Rodney Smith Jr., founder of Raising Men & Women Lawn Care Service in Huntsville, Alabama. Through our 50 Yard Challenge, over 6,000 kids across the country have signed up to mow free lawns for the elderly, disabled, veterans, active-duty military, first responders, and single parents. With America celebrating its 250th birthday this year and me also being born on July 4th, I wanted to humbly ask if a few kids from our program and myself could travel to Washington, D.C. to help mow the White House lawn for this historic celebration.
More than anything, I want these kids to see how a simple act of service something as ordinary as mowing a lawn for someone in need can lead to extraordinary places. What better lesson in community service than showing them that helping others can take them all the way to our nation’s capital? I’d also love to bring my American flag-themed mower in hopes that the President might sign it, so I can later auction it off and donate 100% of the proceeds to a nonprofit supporting veterans. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to highlight the importance of service, patriotism, and the impact young people can have when they choose to make a difference. 🇺🇸