Dino Lascarides

[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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[♡⃝ @wine_x13]

I was sitting in my car crying in the Target parking lot. Just got the call. Didn't get the job. Third interview that month. Rejection after rejection. Felt like I'd never catch a break. This old man knocked on my window. Startled me. He was holding something. I rolled down the window. "Sorry to bother you dear, but you dropped this." Handed me a twenty dollar bill. I looked at it confused. "That's not mine." He smiled. "Yes it is. You
dropped it getting out of your car. Have a better day." Walked away before I could argue.
I knew what he did. There was no twenty. He saw me crying and wanted to help without embarrassing me. Sat there holding that twenty dollar bill sobbing even harder. But different tears. Good ones.
Used it to buy groceries that week when I was almost out of food. Got a job two weeks later. Better than the one I didn't get.
First paycheck I withdrew a twenty. Kept it in my wallet. Waited for the right moment.
Found it a month later. Woman at the gas station. Card declined. Counting change. Crying quietly. Walked over. "Excuse me. You dropped this." Handed her the twenty. She looked confused. "I don't think—" "You dropped it by your car. Have a better day." Walked away like that old man did.
Saw her face in my rearview mirror. Same tears I had. The good kind.

[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday

January 28, 2026.

Alan Alda turned 90.

His family planned a safe celebration at home.

Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.

Alan said no.

“I don’t want a party,” he said.

His daughter frowned.

“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”

“I know,” Alan said.

“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”

“Then where?”

Alan didn’t hesitate.

“I want to go to the beach.”

The room went still.

“The beach?”

“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”

“You can barely stand.”

Alan smiled.

That smile.

The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.

“So?”

By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.

“The four of us,” he said.

“The last four.”

Gary Burghoff.

Jamie Farr.

Mike Farrell.

And himself.

The final survivors of the 4077th.

“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.

“Just us.”

The phone calls began.

Gary answered first.

“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”

“Thanks. I need you to drive.”

“Drive where?”

“To the beach.”

A pause.

“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”

“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”

Gary laughed.

That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.

“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”

“I’ll crawl if I have to.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”

Jamie Farr was next.

“The beach?” Jamie said.

“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”

“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”

“Like a parade?”

“Like a victory lap.”

Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.

“You haven’t changed since 1972.”

“And you’re still Klinger.”

“Fine. I’m in.”

Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.

“Let me guess,” he said.

“You want me to push your wheelchair.”

“Yes.”

“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”

“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.

“You’ll manage.”

Long pause.

“…Fine.”

January 28. 6:00 a.m.

Gary arrived in a rented van.

Two wheelchair spaces.

He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.

“Dad, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“What if something happens?”

“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.

“Might as well happen at the beach.”

Jamie was waiting outside his house.

Wheelchair. Sunglasses.

Hawaiian shirt.

“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.

“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.

“The 4077th always matched.”

Mike showed up next.

Also in a Hawaiian shirt.

Four old men.

One van.

Heading west.

On the drive, memories filled the air.

Harry driving too fast.

Larry bringing his own wine.

Radar making everyone cry.

Klinger never sleeping.

When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.

After it ended, Alan said quietly,

“That song used to annoy me.”

“Now?”

“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”

At Malibu, reality hit.

Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.

Jamie grumbled.

Mike rubbed his back.

Alan stared at the ocean.

Gary disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.

One lifeguard whispered,

“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”

It took time.

Transfers were slow.

Hands trembled.

Bones protested.

But they made it.

To the water.

Alan closed his eyes.

The sound of waves.

Salt in the air.

Sun on his face.

“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.

They talked about the ones who weren’t there.

McLean.

Wayne.

Larry.

Harry.

Bill.

David.

Loretta.

Jamie finally broke the silence.

“Let’s race.”

Two wheelchairs.

Two pushers.

One rock.

They raced.

They tied.

People on the beach stared.

A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”

His mother said, “Living.”

As the sun set, Alan spoke.

“This might be the last time.”

No one argued.

“That’s why it matters,” he said.

“Because we know.”

He made a wish.

“One more year.”

“One more adventure.”

“Korea. Together.”

They promised.

[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

@QTHESTORMM Yes

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Amen

[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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[ionicXBT @theionicXBT]

you can easily count all your problems.

all on one / two hands.

wouldn’t take long.

but now try count ally your blessings.

try it.

you genuinely can’t.

It’s impossible.

the fact that you woke up today? blessing.

the fact that you can move, think, breathe? blessing.

even the small things,

you haven’t got a tooth ache, or cut on your finger? blessing

the fact that you can even stand up and do something with your life? blessing.

but nobody thinks like that.

they sit there,

counting every little problem,

every inconvenience,

every reason why life isn’t fair.

you never appreciate a blessing until it’s gone.

never lose sight of what you have.

[Dino Lascarides @lascarides]

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