@NickChaps96 It's a decently priced meal for dining at Disney with a fun and unique experience, but they crowd you in like sardines. Twice they tried seating my family of five adults at a table for four and adding a chair. It’s tight quarters but smash.
In 1958, a divorced single mom got fired from her secretary job for being a bad typist.
21 years later, she sold her side hustle for $47.5 million.
And her teenage helper would go on to help invent MTV.
Her name was Bette Nesmith Graham.
Before she became a millionaire inventor, she was a struggling single mother in Dallas with no college degree and very few options.
She married young during WWII.
By 22, she was divorced, raising a son alone, and trying to survive on secretary jobs.
She eventually became an executive secretary at Texas Bank & Trust.
There was just one problem:
She was a terrible typist.
The bank had recently installed new IBM electric typewriters that made correcting mistakes almost impossible.
One typo could mean retyping an entire page.
Her son later remembered watching her sit at the kitchen table in “tears of panic,” terrified she’d lose her job.
But Bette had another skill.
She painted holiday window displays at the bank for extra money.
One day, while painting over a mistake on a window, she had a realization:
“An artist never erases mistakes. They paint over them.”
That night, she went home and mixed a white liquid in her kitchen blender using tempera paint.
She poured it into a nail polish bottle.
The next morning, she used it to cover typing errors.
It worked.
For five years, her boss never noticed.
Other secretaries did.
Soon, women from offices across the city were asking for bottles.
Bette started making batches at home with help from her teenage son, Michael, and his friends.
She called the product “Mistake Out.”
Then came the twist.
In 1958, she accidentally typed the name of her side business onto a company letter.
Her boss fired her immediately.
It became the best thing that ever happened to her.
She renamed the product Liquid Paper and focused on it full-time.
Orders exploded.
By the late 1960s, she was selling over a million bottles a year.
By the 1970s, 25 million bottles annually.
Then she did something even more unusual:
She built one of the most progressive workplaces in America.
Her company offered:
• child care
• continuing education
• leadership roles for women
• jobs for disabled workers
• integrated staffing
This was decades before most corporations even considered those ideas.
In 1979, with failing health, Bette sold Liquid Paper to Gillette for $47.5 million.
Six months later, she died at age 56.
Half her fortune went to women-focused charities.
The other half went to her son.
That son was Michael Nesmith.
Yes the same Michael Nesmith from The Monkees.
And with the money from Liquid Paper royalties, he funded a small experimental cable TV project called PopClips.
It featured short films set to music.
PopClips became the direct prototype for MTV.
So one woman’s “typing mistake” helped create:
• a multimillion-dollar company
• one of America’s most progressive workplaces
• and the blueprint for the modern music video era
Bette Graham proved something her old boss never understood:
The mistake wasn’t the failure.
It was the opportunity.
🎡🇺🇸 Take a look at what's coming to the National Mall.
A Ferris wheel overlooking the monuments. More than 150 exhibits from all 56 states and territories. Live entertainment, cultural programming, family attractions, innovation showcases, and spectacular flyovers.
This is the Great American State Fair.
📍 National Mall, Washington, D.C.
🗓 June 25–July 10, 2026
RSVP today.
Once you wake up to our food, there is no going back
- Costco chicken sitting in hot plastic for hours
- Processed meat made with carcinogenic nitrates
- Sodas with corn syrup, artificial dyes and artificial flavors in a bottle
- Cupcakes with 50+ ingredients
- Sports drinks that are supposed to be good for you that are full of artificial dyes, preservatives and artificial colors
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
🚨BREAKING: Newly released FBI records obtained by Judicial Watch reveal that Deputy Kinlee Hoyle had two email exchanges with Thomas Matthew Crooks prior to the July 13, 2024 assassination attempt on President Trump in Butler, Pennsylvania.
The emails’ content remains heavily redacted, but the deputy confirmed the communications in post-incident interviews.
This adds another layer of questions about pre-rally interactions between law enforcement and the shooter.
No word from Black Lives Matter or Al Sharpton.
Not one demand for answers. Not one national outrage campaign. Not even people saying her name.
This is Margaret Swan, a great-grandmother who was stabbed to death 20 times in a random attack in the middle of the day on Atlanta’s public transit.
Her murder was the second horrific attack on MARTA in just one week.
I want answers from Atlanta. The number of assaults, robberies, and rapes on MARTA trains is more than three times the national average.
This is wild
If you examine the generic Tylenol pills at CVS, Aldi and Costco you’ll notice the prices are very different
- CVS is $6 for 24 tablets
- Aldi is $1.69 for 100 tablets
- Costco is $8 for 1,000 tablets
If you examine the pills, they are all stamped with ‘L484’ this means they all produced by the same manufacturers or contracted suppliers that simply rebrand and package for different retailers
They’re all the exact same medication
I’ll break down the per pill cost for everyone
- CVS: $0.25 per pill
- Aldi: $0.017 per pill
- Kirkland (Costco): $0.008 per pill
Remember, these are all the exact same pills
This is a classic example of private labeling in retail. The same factory produces the pills, and stores add their markup based on brand perception, convenience, packaging, and profit margins
CVS charges a premium for the “pharmacy trust” factor
You know what I call it? A scam
Here's something @GovWesMoore won't tell you. On July 1, Maryland's gas tax goes up again, automatically, because Annapolis built a tax that raises itself every year without a vote, without a debate, and without any accountability to the people paying it. @GovLarryHogan fought to end these automatic increases throughout his entire time in office. @iamwesmoore doesn't even acknowledge they exist. Ending automatic tax hikes that Marylanders never approved will be one of my first fights as governor, and I won't stop until it's done.