Prairie sunflowers are putting on a show at Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve. 🌻
Golden blooms stretch across the landscape, with the dunes rising in the distance.
In Albuquerque, man has been arrested after showing up downtown to return Flock cameras to @BCSONM that he allegedly dismantled from locations around the city. @KKOBradio
Luigi Mangione pleaded guilty today; one of the things he said was:
“I emailed United Healthcare’s leadership, posing as an investor managing $58 billion. Unlike my other experiences with the company, I was contacted back within 1 hour.”
Damn.
New weather term
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Strong development over the last hour and a concerning growth of that south flank. That region will target the far west then SW then south #Chicago suburbs
Doesn’t mean north metro is off the hook but most serious energy is targeting southern metro
Costco's CEO reveals the Kirkland test that makes private label feel unfair:
A buyer brought him a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich that matched the national brand.
He sent it back.
"How can we exceed the national brand on the bacon involved in that?"
Because bacon was "the highest value attribute."
The buyer came back with "40% more protein" and Costco was still able to "maintain our price."
Then he explains the real edge:
"They know down to the whole production of the item..."
"That just makes them a better buyer when they're dealing with the big brands."
The concept is the highest-value-attribute test.
Do not beat competitors everywhere. Find the one attribute customers value most, overdeliver there, and use volume/process knowledge to keep price intact.
Source: WSJ interview with Costco CEO Ron Vachris
Last year we rented a boat in August. August it was 65 degrees and cold, be prepared with sweaters no matter the time of year. LOL the girlies in bikinis were not happy
What I find truly poetic about hippos being one of the deadliest animals on Earth is that they’re herbivores. Completely plant-based. They have no interest in eating you, they just genuinely seem to hate you on a personal level, and I respect that.
The joy of owning beautiful things, a good knife, a proper linen towel, a jar of excellent honey, one soul encapsulating perfume, over many mediocre things. Doing this slowly across every domain.
The silver Camry with the dent in the passenger door had been sitting in the same spot on Maple Street for nineteen days before I finally ran the plates.
I write parking tickets for a living. I walk the same twenty blocks every day, watching meters, permits, and time limits. People don’t like me much—and I get it.
But I notice things.
The Camry showed up on a Tuesday. Nothing unusual—older, a little worn, but clean. I chalked the tire, came back later, and it hadn’t moved. Wrote a ticket. The next day, same thing. Then the next.
By the second week, the windshield was covered in tickets. Still, something felt off. The car wasn’t abandoned—it looked cared for. Like someone meant to come back.
On day nineteen, I stopped writing tickets and ran the plates.
Margaret Walsh. Address: 412 Maple Street. Half a block away.
I walked over, knocked—no answer. But when I pressed my ear to the door, I heard it.
A faint voice.
“Help.”
I called 911.
They broke down the door and found her on the floor. She’d had a stroke and had been there for days—maybe weeks—unable to move, unable to call for help.
She survived.
Later, when I visited her, she asked how I found her. I told her it was her car—that it hadn’t moved.
She cried and said she thought no one would notice she was gone.
But I did.
Before she left for assisted living, she gave me a card and a check. Told me to use it to help someone else if I ever saw the need.
She passed away a few months later.
I still walk the same streets every day. Same job. Same route.
But now I look a little closer.
Not just at meters and tickets—but at patterns. Cars that don’t move. Mail that piles up. Lives that go quiet.
Because somewhere, someone might be waiting for someone—anyone—to notice.
And if I’m paying attention… maybe I can be that person.
Extra special, some companies reduce fees for longterm members. I have a senior membership with car insurance because my dad started a life insurance policy with them when i was 1. The woman on the phone was aghast when she explained. She told me she was starting one for her kids now.
My life insurance is $8 because my granny signed me up when I was 4 years old, also put me on all her credit cards at 18 to build my credit, that lady was ahead of everything