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Of Counsel, farmer+🦙 herder…once jumped from planes.

[jem @sacredvalley82]

#MarcusAruelius My protocols for messaging tweets, re-tweets...

[The Ways of A Gentleman @Gentleman_Ways]

One of the best renditions of poetry ever recorded.

Actor Michael Sheen delivers a powerful performance of Dylan Thomas’s 1951 poem, "Do not go gentle into that good night.”

[Leo Papa XIV @Pontifex_ln]

Hac intellegentiae artificialis aetate, urgens fit humanam artem ab iis distinguere, quae machinis efficiuntur. Ars enim et ea, quae machina ex innumeris alienis imaginibus statisticae ope computationis generare potest, ontologice, prius etiam quam aesthetice, inter se differunt. Algorithmis humani deest favilla. Quapropter Ecclesia cum artificibus et humani cultus institutis foedus renovare cupit: foedus scilicet ad humanum custodiendum.

[jem @sacredvalley82]

Never give up…

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

It may be the greatest race of all time and a reminder of not ever giving up

[Uche is a girl 🇻🇦 @UcheMaryOkoli]

Before becoming pope, Robert Prevost spent eight years as bishop of Chiclayo, Peru. There, he embraced local customs—including the way he drank his coffee.

At Trébol, a restaurant across from the cathedral where he was a regular for breakfast, Bishop Prevost ordered coffee in the traditional Peruvian style. Hot water is poured into a cup of thick coffee concentrate known as esencia de café, or “essence of coffee.” The concentrate is made with a simple device often called the cafetera de la abuela (“grandmother’s coffeemaker”), which slowly drips hot water through ground coffee to produce a strong, dark liquid.

Customers control the strength by adding more or less water. According to restaurant owner Eduard Montoya Altamirano, the bishop preferred his on the stronger side—and never with milk. “Only with water,” Montoya recalled.

The coffee beans came from the high-altitude San Ignacio region of Cajamarca, known for their floral aroma and smooth body. Bishop Prevost usually paired his coffee with a local breakfast of frito chiclayano—fried marinated pork with yuca and salsa—along with a glass of orange or papaya juice. He was a quiet, polite customer who often sat at a table overlooking the cathedral, keeping a visual connection with the Church he served.

Now as Pope Leo XIV in Rome, such simple mornings are rarer. Yet with his Peruvian secretary and reports of Peruvian sisters helping in the papal household, it is possible that a cafetera de la abuela has made its way to the Vatican. And with a papal visit to Peru expected later this year, the Holy Father may once again enjoy his coffee the Chiclayo way: strong, black, and true to the place that shaped him.

Credit: Totus Tuus

[Indie 505 @Indie5051]

Ellos son Melanie y Trevor. Ella está en silla de ruedas y él es ciego. Juntos escalan montañas.

[Mr Dissector @Mrdissector]

🇿🇦He was abandoned by his own mother under a bridge. He was found by Gogo who was coming back from work. She took him to the police station. When no one came to claim him, he was taken to an orphanage.

A few days later, Gogo went back to check on him. They told her no one had come for him. So she went to the orphanage and adopted him herself. She raised him with so much love until he became the man he is today. ❤️

#southafrican #africa #love #family #fypシ゚viralシ

[jem @sacredvalley82]

@Athanasius_45 Pythagoras?

[jem @sacredvalley82]

El papa!

[Christopher Hale @ChristopherHale]

Pope Leo XIV stops by Giorgio’s Beach shack in Castel Gandolfo for a hot dog and a beer.

[Scott Dworkin @funder]

Somewhere in the middle of the ocean, a sailor who couldn't call a lawyer, couldn't fly home, couldn't do anything—hit post.

https://t.co/dPQlVh5BFp

[jem @sacredvalley82]

@McCainJack Circe

[jem @sacredvalley82]

@BoulderCAST DIA impact for inbound and outbound flights? Thank you.

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@BlueCordCSM Wilco

[jem @sacredvalley82]

Honor him…

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

Thomas Howie captained the baseball team at The Citadel. After graduation he played mill league ball back home in Abbeville, South Carolina, then moved to Virginia to teach English literature and coach at Staunton Military Academy. He married a local girl named Elizabeth in 1932. Their daughter Sally was born in 1938.

He shipped out in the fall of 1942 and never came home.

Howie landed at Omaha Beach on D-Day with the 116th Infantry, 29th Division. His battalion then fought 41 straight days in the Normandy hedgerows. That is the kind of fighting where you take a field, then a hedge, then another field, and you pay for every one of them.

By mid July they were outside St. Lo. On the 16th he personally cleared two German machine gun nests to break a line the Americans had been stuck on for days. That night another battalion got cut off and surrounded.

Howie went to get them at 4:30 the next morning. He ordered his men to do it quietly. Only two riflemen per platoon were allowed to shoot. Everybody else went in with bayonets and grenades. They broke through in the dark, reached the trapped men by 7 a.m., and handed over their own rations and bandages.

Then division got him on the phone and asked if he could keep going and take St. Lo itself. Howie said, "Yes, we can do it."

He gave his company commanders their orders. As they walked out of the command post he told them, "See you in St. Lo."

German mortars came in minutes later. A fragment went through his back and into his lung. He said "My God, I'm hit," and he was dead in about two minutes, in the arms of one of his captains. He was 36 years old.

His men took the town anyway.

When General Gerhardt heard what Howie's last words had been, he gave an order with no military purpose whatsoever. Howie was going in with the first troops. His body rode in an ambulance until the ambulance was needed for wounded men, so they moved him to the hood of the lead jeep.

On the evening of July 18 they carried his flag draped stretcher through a town that had been bombed nearly out of existence, still under fire, and laid him on the broken stones of the Church of the Holy Cross. Soldiers coming up the street pulled off their helmets. Some of them knelt.

Somebody took the photograph. Drew Middleton called him the Major of St. Lo, and that is what he has been ever since. Life ran a poem about him. Most people who saw the picture never learned his name.

In his last letter home, written from a dugout in France, he told his wife: "I have no physical reason for thinking so, but I've always felt that your prayers would be answered and that we'd have a grand reunion some fine day."

He is buried at the Normandy American Cemetery. In 1969 St. Lo built him a monument, and his bust is still in the middle of it.

[jem @sacredvalley82]

@KingObtuse N/CE/TOT: 02:35 / LPOGs: some know, many do not: there are no soft landings…

[jem @sacredvalley82]

@BradDuplessis center mass

[Political Watchdog @PoliticalWatchD]

Fact 💯

Hunter Biden on Elon Musk:

“You’ve got some motherf-cker who’s made over $251 billion being a United States citizen, that got here and stayed here illegally before he got his citizenship, sitting here lecturing us on who we should allow into the US”

[jem @sacredvalley82]

@BradDuplessis @dohertytjp opening night w son
then again a few nights later, solo
the cycle of transition
forcing everything into
an attic footlocker

[jem @sacredvalley82]

@mikenelson586 Gold Falcons, 4-325 AIR

[Liberta Cherguia 🇪🇺 @MbarkCherguia]

Did any of you have to lie down for a nap in kindergarten or 1st grade?

[jem @sacredvalley82]

soul

[Joe O’Neill 🐀 @actingjoe]

Poignant Video. This was recorded 1 hour before Glen (Rip) was killed. He was in the Wrens Nest, Strawberry Beds at a session.