Today is the day I get my album back from the mastering artist and get my first listen to a project we’ve been working on for 3 years. Make Magic Is a very personal bunch of songs that will show you a side of me that I really want to share. It’s dramatic, joyful and dark. 🔥❤️🎸
Nothing pulls at your heart like a Manilow lyric… 🎶
“The Chosen One” tells the story of a lover who thought they were the one. It’s heartbreaking, it’s yearning, and it’s classically Manilow.
🎧Click here to listen to the new album now: https://t.co/fsSFwqONNi
#WhatATime
@LarryDWilcox@dchernega500CFL I drive a 2012 Ford Platium 108k miles and it runs wonderfully. It’s taken me from Texas to Calif and Penna several times.
Nobody asked them to do it. Nobody trained them for it. They were just two teenage boys — the kind you pass on the sidewalk and barely notice — leaning on their bikes in the summer heat when they saw something no child should ever have to experience.
A man walked away with 5-year-old Jocelyn Rojas. She was supposed to be playing outside. She was supposed to be safe.
And in that single, awful second — while most of us would have been paralyzed, reaching for a phone, waiting for someone with a uniform and a badge to show up — these two boys made a choice.
They got on their bikes and they went after him.
No hesitation. No waiting for permission. No "someone else will handle it." Just two pairs of legs pumping hard through the streets of Lancaster, eyes locked on a stranger who had a little girl that wasn't his.
They tracked him. They stayed close. They didn't let him disappear into the afternoon like something that was never going to be found.
And then they confronted him.
Two teenagers. On bikes. Against a grown man who had already done the unthinkable. They forced him to stop.
He let Jocelyn go.
"The entire thing lasted only minutes." — Lancaster Police
Minutes. Because two boys closed the distance fast enough to interrupt it. Because they were raised — by someone, somehow — to believe that other people's emergencies are your business too.
When reporters asked one of them afterward why they did it, he gave the most deflating, most beautiful, most teenage answer imaginable.
He shrugged.
"I just felt like it was the right thing to do."
No speech. No GoFundMe. No press conference. Just a kid who saw a little girl in danger and couldn't make himself look away.
Jocelyn went home. She was reunited with her family. She got to grow up.
Because of two boys on bikes who hadn't been asked, hadn't been trained, hadn't been paid — and did it anyway.
Every generation has a Barry Manilow song…
They reflect where we’ve been, where we are, and where we want to go.
#WhatATime is out now, let’s continue the next chapter of the journey.
Chihuahua goes back for its bedtime buddy.
A family in Tulsa, Oklahoma thought they had given a tiny Chihuahua the home he had been waiting for, but three nights in a row, he somehow slipped out in the middle of the night and ended up right back outside the same shelter he had just left.
At first, they thought maybe he did not want to be adopted. Maybe he missed the only place he knew. So on the third night, instead of taking him straight home, they brought him inside and asked the shelter workers to open the door just to see where he would go.
But the Chihuahua did not run to his old cage. He ran straight to another kennel, where a bigger dog was waiting on the other side of the bars.
That is when an employee told them the two dogs had been best friends at the shelter. Their kennels were across from each other, and every night they would lie down facing one another, falling asleep while staring across the aisle.
The little Chihuahua had not been running away from his new home.He was going back for the friend who helped him get through the hardest nights.
After hearing the story, the family adopted the bigger dog too. Now the two dogs finally sleep beside each other in the same home, instead of across from each other through shelter bars.
Rod Serling letter response: "As to your questions-for relaxation I build model airplanes and read. I can't dance the length of a small closet but I like music. My pet peeves are Senator McCarthy and the Ku Klux Klan. My favorite people are Eleanor Roosevelt and Jackie Robinson."
Like so many, my dad was plagued by PTSD and nightmares after the war. In college he switched his major to language and literature because, as he said, "I needed to get it out of my gut...write it down. This is the way it began for me."
Images: Rod Serling 1943 & 1975
Three years ago, my son Charlie, who was 2 years old then, asked if he could bring a toy with us to the grocery store. I usually don’t let my kids bring toys, but that time I said yes for some reason.
We walked around the store and went through checkout as usual. Then Charlie noticed his toy was gone. It wasn’t just any toy — it was a 1970s Star Wars Stormtrooper. We went back and looked everywhere, but we never found it.
Since then, every time we go to Cub Foods, Charlie has to stop at the Guest Service counter to ask if they found his Stormtrooper. He’s been doing this for three years.
A couple of weeks ago, the guest service worker, Diego, who we see often, told me quietly that he and a co-worker bought a Stormtrooper online to surprise Charlie.
Today, when we went to the Guest Service counter, Diego “found” the 1970s Stormtrooper and gave it to Charlie! Charlie’s face lit up — he couldn’t believe he finally got it back.
Cub Foods, you have amazing people working there! Diego, your kindness made me so happy I cried tears of joy. I’m very thankful for this gift to my son!
"Hurt" is not an original by Johnny Cash. The song was written by Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) in 1994 for the album The Downward Spiral. Rick Rubin had to insist several times on Cash recording his version, at first Johnny found the idea completely insane because the original version is industrial and noisy. At 71, already very ill, almost blind and with trembling hands, Cash completely transformed the band.
The iconic video, directed by Mark Romanek, was filmed at the House of Cash (his own museum). June Carter Cash appears looking at him fondly, the video was shot in February 2003, a few months before she died (May) and Johnny himself (September).
Trent Reznor was so moved that he declared, "This song is not mine anymore." It is considered one of the best covers of all time.
“The plane went silent.”
That’s what passengers aboard British Airways Flight 9 remembered most.
Not screaming.
Not alarms.
Silence.
On June 24, 1982, the Boeing 747 was flying over Java at 37,000 feet with 247 passengers onboard when Senior Engineer Barry Townley-Freeman noticed engine temperatures rising dangerously fast.
Then passengers started calling flight attendants:
“There’s something glowing outside the window.”
Blue light flickered through the engines.
White sparks danced across the wings.
It looked beautiful.
In the cockpit, Captain Eric Moody watched Engine 4 fail.
Then Engine 2.
Then 1.
Then 3.
Within minutes, all four engines were dead.
A fully loaded 747 became a powerless glider descending toward the Indian Ocean.
No thrust.
Barely any radio communication.
No idea what caused it.
Passengers woke from sleep to something deeply unnatural:
The absence of engine noise.
At 37,000 feet, a jetliner should roar.
Instead, there was only wind.
Captain Moody got on the intercom and delivered one of aviation history’s most famous announcements:
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them under control.”
Some passengers thought it was a joke.
The flight attendants’ faces said otherwise.
What nobody onboard knew was that the plane had flown directly through a volcanic ash cloud from Mount Galunggung.
The ash was made of microscopic glass particles.
Inside the engines, the particles melted at extreme temperatures and coated the turbines like cement, suffocating all four engines one by one.
At 15,000 feet, oxygen masks deployed.
At 12,000 feet, the crew prepared for a night ditching into the ocean.
Captain Moody knew the odds of surviving a water landing in a 747 were almost nonexistent.
Then he tried restarting the engines one final time.
Engine 4 sputtered.
Caught.
Then another.
Then another.
All four engines roared back to life.
But the nightmare still wasn’t over.
The volcanic ash had sandblasted the cockpit windshield so badly the pilots could barely see through it.
Captain Moody had to land a damaged 747 at night using only a tiny clear section of the side window while his first officer called out altitude and distance manually.
Against every odd, the aircraft landed safely in Jakarta.
Every single person onboard survived.
After the incident, volcanic ash became a globally monitored aviation hazard.
And Captain Eric Moody’s calm announcement became legendary — still taught today as a masterclass in crisis leadership:
Tell the truth.
Stay calm.
Give people dignity.
Even when you’re falling out of the sky.
Every year, I share this video of French caretakers who take sand from Omaha Beach in Normandy, and scrub them into the letters to give them the gold coloring.
They do this for all 9,386 US soldiers who died.
France also gave us this land as American soil. #MemorialDayWeekend
Today is our nations Memorial Day. Enjoy your day and take a moment to remember the true meaning of this day. A day to pay our respects to all those who have given their lives in our country's defense. God bless these brave heroes and their families.