Phillies Zack Wheeler with a 10-1 record, 2.13 ERA and 108 strikeouts this seaon can enjoy a executive booth with FREE popcorn if he is at the all-star game.
🌡️ The heatwave in the U.S. is peaking over the Great Lakes and shifting southeastwards
A widespread heatwave is currently affecting a large part of the United States. It stretches from the Great Plains across the Great Lakes region and New England to the Mid-Atlantic states.
This Tuesday afternoon, temperatures are widely ranging from 95 to 105 °F (approximately 35 to 41 °C). Daily temperature records may be broken in some places.
The heat is being driven by a broad area of high pressure extending into the upper troposphere, creating a so-called heat dome. Within it, air sinks on a large scale, compressing and warming as it descends, while heat builds up in the lower levels of the atmosphere.
The heatwave is peaking today across the Upper Great Lakes ahead of a frontal boundary associated with a deepening low-pressure system over eastern Canada. The front extends roughly along the Canadian border and will gradually bring slightly cooler and drier air.
On Wednesday, the core of the heat will shift farther south and east, particularly towards the Mid-Atlantic states, where the heatwave is expected to peak between Wednesday and Thursday. However, hot weather will persist in parts of the northern Great Plains and the Midwest until the weekend.
⚠️ Keep up to date with the latest warnings, limit time outdoors during the hottest part of the day, and make sure you drink plenty of fluids.
Voyager 1 is closing in on a distance of one light-day from Earth, the point at which its signal takes a full 24 hours to arrive, expected to fall around November 2026. https://t.co/hHa1l0hTf1
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163 years ago at dawn, a Union general named John Buford stood in the cupola of a Lutheran seminary west of a little Pennsylvania town and understood something almost nobody else did yet.
The war was about to land here, on these three low ridges, whether anyone wanted it or not. The night before he had told a subordinate that within forty-eight hours a great battle would be fought on the ground in front of them. He was off by only a few hours.
Buford had roughly 2,700 cavalrymen and a suicidal assignment. Robert E. Lee’s infantry was coming down the Chambersburg Pike in the thousands, and Buford’s job was to hold the high ground long enough for the Union infantry to get there. Lose those ridges and the Confederates would own the good ground for the whole battle. So he chose to fight dismounted, trading space for time, knowing full well he was spending men’s lives by the minute to buy hours.
The battle actually opened around 7:30 that morning about three miles out, at a vidette post on the pike in front of a blacksmith named Ephraim Wisler’s house. A lieutenant of the 8th Illinois Cavalry, Marcellus Jones, saw Confederate infantry coming up the road, borrowed a carbine off Sergeant Levi Shafer, rested it on a fence rail, and fired at a mounted officer six or seven hundred yards away. He almost certainly missed. Didn’t matter. The point of that shot was not to hit a man. It was to say the enemy is here, and it started the loudest three days in American history. Something like seven million rounds would be fired on that field before it was over. Jones fired the first one.
Buford’s troopers held. Barely. They fell back yard by grudging yard while Buford sat his horse and waited on the one man who could turn a delaying action into a decision. Around mid-morning John Reynolds rode up ahead of his infantry. Reynolds was, by a lot of accounts, the finest general the Union army had. Lincoln had reportedly offered him command of the whole Army of the Potomac weeks earlier and Reynolds had effectively turned it down. He met Buford, took one look, and made the call that decided everything: we fight here. He sent riders galloping to bring up the rest of the army and personally started shoving his lead brigades into the fight.
Around 10:15, while positioning the 2nd Wisconsin at the edge of Herbst Woods, Reynolds turned in the saddle to check on the men coming up behind him. His last words were something like forward men, for God’s sake, and drive those fellows out of the woods. A bullet took him in the back of the neck and he was dead before he hit the ground. His orderly said he never spoke or moved again, that he had never seen a ball do its work so instantly. He was the highest-ranking man on either side to die at Gettysburg, killed inside the first few hours of a fight he had personally chosen to start. He had a fiancée named Kate waiting on him. She entered a convent after they buried him.
And here is the part people forget. By the end of that first day it looked like a Confederate win. They shattered two Union corps and drove the survivors back through the streets in a bloody, jostling retreat. But the beaten Federals rallied on the high ground south of town, on Cemetery Hill and the ridge running off it, exactly the ground Buford had bled his cavalry to protect at sunrise. Lee spent the next two days throwing his army at those heights and breaking it against them. Pickett’s Charge died on that ridge on July 3rd. The Confederacy never mounted a serious invasion of the North again.
All of it, the whole hinge of the war, came down to a stubborn cavalryman who refused to give up three ridges, an infantry general who rode toward the sound of the guns and paid for it with his life inside three hours, and a nervous Illinois lieutenant who borrowed a rifle at half past seven in the morning and fired the shot that started the rest of American history.
Same date. This morning. 163 years ago.