🇨🇭 In Switzerland, people literally swim home after work
In Bern, after a long day, locals pack their clothes into waterproof bags, jump into the Aare River, and just let the current carry them almost all the way home.
This floating commute has become a beloved local tradition — and those special dry bags are now a summer symbol of Bern.
Be honest… would you commute like this? 😄
Krysten Ritter is remembering her ‘Don’t Trust the B— in Apartment 23’ co-star, James Van Der Beek, following news of his death.
“Really hard news today,” Ritter posted on Instagram along with a photo of Van Der Beek.
“Beautiful human inside and out. Smart, funny, empathic, kind, talented and just pure magic,” Ritter added in a second Instagram Story post. “I’m so grateful for our friendship and so heartbroken. All my love goes out to his amazing wife Kimberly and their children.”
Ritter ended her tribute with a photo of them on the set of the sitcom and added, “Love you so much, James and fake James.”
In ‘Don’t Trust the B—’ in Apt. 23, Van Der Beek played a parody version of himself.
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CHRISTMAS COLOSSUS: Nikola Jokić delivered a performance for the ages in the Denver Nuggets’ 142–138 overtime victory over the Minnesota Timberwolves on Christmas Day, recording 56 points, 16 rebounds and 15 assists. The three-time Kia NBA MVP became the first player ever to reach each of those totals in a game. He also set a league record with 18 points in the overtime period, completing the first 50-point triple-double by a player on Christmas Day, the second of his career and just the 17th in NBA regular-season history.
All aboard! 🚂 Doors open at 9am for our first day of the 2025 Holiday Train Show. Don’t forget we have free parking and Santa will be there for free photos. 🎅🏼 See you soon! https://t.co/txXnXOg43d
Doors open at 9am Saturday and we can’t wait to see you! 🚂 Don’t forget we have free parking and kids 12 & under are free. 😃https://t.co/aZbgIvRZSy
Looking for things to do with the family over the weekend? Head to Loveland for the Holiday Train Show! 🚂 Kids 12 & under get in free and Santa will there for free photo opps! https://t.co/aZbgIvRZSy
One week from today! 🚂 We can’t wait to see you all soon. Don’t forget to get your tickets in advance online and we have free parking! https://t.co/aZbgIvRZSy
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
Did you know that SANTA will be at our show in Loveland on the 29th and 30th? He’ll be offering free photo opps for the whole family so don’t miss it.🎅🏼🚂. (And kids 12 & under get in free!)