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[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

那天，我在山上发了很久的呆，就是不想下山。

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

我该怎么形容这八秒的 ～蓝天、白云、河流

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

#新头像

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

Time flows gently, years remain tranquil. Weave tenderness into everyday moments and gather romance from the fabric of life.

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

Her steps are lighter today as she returns to the creek, following the now-familiar path.

[Paul Anleitner @PaulAnleitner]

The online trend of young men reading classic works of literature and posting about it continues.

⁦@ChrisKindaReads⁩ was the first I saw do it, but it is spreading.

Don’t blackpill on the next generation.

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

@JoshPhillipsPhD As do I!

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday

January 28, 2026.

Alan Alda turned 90.

His family planned a safe celebration at home.

Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.

Alan said no.

“I don’t want a party,” he said.

His daughter frowned.

“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”

“I know,” Alan said.

“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”

“Then where?”

Alan didn’t hesitate.

“I want to go to the beach.”

The room went still.

“The beach?”

“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”

“You can barely stand.”

Alan smiled.

That smile.

The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.

“So?”

By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.

“The four of us,” he said.

“The last four.”

Gary Burghoff.

Jamie Farr.

Mike Farrell.

And himself.

The final survivors of the 4077th.

“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.

“Just us.”

The phone calls began.

Gary answered first.

“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”

“Thanks. I need you to drive.”

“Drive where?”

“To the beach.”

A pause.

“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”

“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”

Gary laughed.

That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.

“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”

“I’ll crawl if I have to.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”

Jamie Farr was next.

“The beach?” Jamie said.

“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”

“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”

“Like a parade?”

“Like a victory lap.”

Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.

“You haven’t changed since 1972.”

“And you’re still Klinger.”

“Fine. I’m in.”

Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.

“Let me guess,” he said.

“You want me to push your wheelchair.”

“Yes.”

“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”

“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.

“You’ll manage.”

Long pause.

“…Fine.”

January 28. 6:00 a.m.

Gary arrived in a rented van.

Two wheelchair spaces.

He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.

“Dad, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“What if something happens?”

“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.

“Might as well happen at the beach.”

Jamie was waiting outside his house.

Wheelchair. Sunglasses.

Hawaiian shirt.

“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.

“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.

“The 4077th always matched.”

Mike showed up next.

Also in a Hawaiian shirt.

Four old men.

One van.

Heading west.

On the drive, memories filled the air.

Harry driving too fast.

Larry bringing his own wine.

Radar making everyone cry.

Klinger never sleeping.

When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.

After it ended, Alan said quietly,

“That song used to annoy me.”

“Now?”

“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”

At Malibu, reality hit.

Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.

Jamie grumbled.

Mike rubbed his back.

Alan stared at the ocean.

Gary disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.

One lifeguard whispered,

“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”

It took time.

Transfers were slow.

Hands trembled.

Bones protested.

But they made it.

To the water.

Alan closed his eyes.

The sound of waves.

Salt in the air.

Sun on his face.

“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.

They talked about the ones who weren’t there.

McLean.

Wayne.

Larry.

Harry.

Bill.

David.

Loretta.

Jamie finally broke the silence.

“Let’s race.”

Two wheelchairs.

Two pushers.

One rock.

They raced.

They tied.

People on the beach stared.

A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”

His mother said, “Living.”

As the sun set, Alan spoke.

“This might be the last time.”

No one argued.

“That’s why it matters,” he said.

“Because we know.”

He made a wish.

“One more year.”

“One more adventure.”

“Korea. Together.”

They promised.

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

@goodreads A Prayer for Owen Meaney

[Kyle Tibbitts @KyleTibbitts]

Things that are true at the same time imho:

—The shooting of Alex Pretti was an unjustified tragedy I don’t care what his politics are he is an American with constitutional rights
—Walz is a baffoon using his own citizens as pawns in a game of civil war to distract from fraud and other political problems
—Noem is incompetent and lied about the shooting to spin a false narrative and should be fired and replaced immediately
—ICE needs to level up the professionalism (process, marked uniforms/vehicles, lose the masks) or will lose credibility to do their job
—MN mobs following people around accusing them of being ICE, storming church’s and directly antagonizing ICE agents are wrong
—Trump admin needs to deescalate and chart a path to cooperation with local MN law enforcement the way they are in other states
—Biden admin let 10M+ illegal immigrants in without vetting and now we have a huge mess on our hands and deserve a ton of blame

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

@anchoredso37497 @conservmillen We still don’t know who killed Charlie Kirk!

[James Melville 🚜 @JamesMelville]

Auld Lang Syne is arguably the most famous piece of work by Robert Burns. A song of friendship and goodwill. It’s worth remembering in an era of increasing division. Happy Burns Night to you all. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

[Jspa @jspalding79]

Ok. I have seen it all. Where is @LMPD

[şöyle bir sakinlik @soylebisakinlik]

Maybe in another life, I would run a book shop in Edinburgh that's also an art gallery and a coffee shop.

[⚔Dennis⚔ @clovis1931]

Amish Donuts...... love it 😂

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

This seems like a great day to re-read this! Let’s do this!

[Reads with Ravi @readswithravi]

Drink your coffee. Read your books. It’s chaos out there. Let the pages ground you. Find calm amid the storm.

[Glenn Greenwald @ggreenwald]

LOL. Holy shit. Mr. Rogers was extremely political -- subversively and radically so. There's a great, widely watched documentary on Mr. Rogers that focuses on precisely this fact. What this tweet claims is the completely opposite of reality.

Watch "Won't You Be My Neighbor?"

[花呗（信用卡白条分付） @DrTimothyShea]

@allegiantfaith @conservmillen Whose life though?