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[David Wade @welcometable]

@beingcreative70 Hello! Do you know who this model is, or who the photographer might be? Thanks.

[David Wade @welcometable]

I love this scene! I know Cagney from scenes like this, rather than his gangster portrayals. Don't go down a flight of steps without thinking of this.

[Interesting things @awkwardgoogle]

The director warned it was too dangerous and told him to simply walk down james cagney improvised the iconic stairway dance and ignored the advice and nailed it in one take

[David Wade @welcometable]

@arealmofwonder A. How did American manufacturing miss this as the name for a line of refrigerators or air conditioners? Solid miss!

[David Wade @welcometable]

@arealmofwonder A. I love when a word contains a hint as to what it means.

[David Wade @welcometable]

@arealmofwonder D. I was going to say that I worry about my muffin a great deal, but then it meant something not altogether different, but enough.

[internet hall of fame @InternetH0F]

Whoever's inside that bear deserves an Oscar

[David Wade @welcometable]

@ShadeX6 @MarkFBasso Wow! You did everything: cut down the trees and milled the paper - me; pressed the platen after loading the frisket for each page- me; folded and stapled each issue - me; delivered bundles to your seller - me; phew! You earned every penny (or whatever we're using in their place)!

[David Wade @welcometable]

@arealmofwonder D. One of my favorite Allman Brothers tunes - "Lord, I was born a dub-skelper. Trying to make living and doing the best I can!"

[David Wade @welcometable]

@arealmofwonder D. Pipo is a perfect sounding word for my winter cap!

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@arealmofwonder C - Honky Donks. Suffolk, Virginia. Dance halls for big men. Inspired by the sound of line dancing with work boots.

[David Wade @welcometable]

@arealmofwonder A. has to be a winner! It's also known in the Latin as: genitalis-shrinkagus.

[Read A Little Poetry @readalittlepoem]

Today’s poem is selected by Sophie Howarth as part of the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry.

"Praying" appeared in Thirst by Mary Oliver, published by Beacon Press, 2007. Shared here with deep gratitude.

[David Wade @welcometable]

The best.

[Emir Han @RealEmirHan]

Batman warehouse fight hides wild facts:

• This scene used almost no CGI.

• Snyder said it was designed to show Batman at his peak

• Though fans say it feels out of Arkham games, stunt coordinator said he never played it

[Scott Barber @thescottbarber]

This is who Christian men should be looking up to

[David Wade @welcometable]

Lovely and sad.

[Tolkien Art @SeanMac67914982]

📕 Fo.A. 121
Death of Arwen Undómiel in Lórien.

'But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she had loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn also was gone, and the land was silent.

'There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.

'Here ends this tale, as it has come to us from the South; and with the passing of Evenstar no more is said in this book of the days of old.'

(from “The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen”, LotR Appendices)
art by Alystraea

[Be A King @BerniceKing]

Let’s have the AUDACITY to BELIEVE. And to do something bold, strategic, and love-centered with what we believe. Thank you, Daddy. #BeLove #Believe #Become #MLK

[Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder]

J.R.R. Tolkien, in a letter to his son Christopher in 1944, wrote the following, and it has damn well made me tear up.

(As ever, may it do something for you, also.)

"I sometimes feel appalled at the thought of the sum total of human misery all over the world at the present moment: the millions parted, fretting, wasting in unprofitable days – quite apart from torture, pain, death, bereavement, injustice. If anguish were visible, almost the whole of this benighted planet would be enveloped in a dense dark vapour, shrouded from the amazed vision of the heavens! And the products of it all will be mainly evil – historically considered.

But the historical version is, of course, not the only one. All things and deeds have a value in themselves, apart from their 'causes' and 'effects'. No man can estimate what is really happening at the present 𝑠𝑢𝑏 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠. All we do know, and that to a large extent by direct experience, is that evil labours with vast power and perpetual success – in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in. So it is in general, and so it is in our own lives.

But there is still some hope that things may be better for us, even on the temporal plane, in the mercy of God. And though we need all our natural human courage and guts (the vast sum of human courage and endurance is stupendous, isn't it?) and all our religious faith to face the evil that may befall us (as it befalls others, if God wills) still we may pray and hope. I do."

[David Wade @welcometable]

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[Papa Woof und Krampus und Bleaken @woofknight]

"Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?"
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, "Did... did you.... find him?"
"Yes dear," Susie said smiling sadly, "He was in the attic."
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
"I washed him for you," Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
"Thank you, Susie." Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
"Dear," Calvin said finally. "Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him."
"All right," Susie said. "I'll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I'll be back soon."
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," he said.
"And I love you," said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. "Hello Hobbes. It's been a long time hasn't it old pal?"
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. "It sure has, Calvin." said Hobbes.
"You... haven't changed a bit." Calvin smiled.
"You've changed a lot." Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, "Really? I haven't noticed at all."
There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
"So... you married Susie Derkins." Hobbes said, finally smiling. "I knew you always like her."
"Shut up!" Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
"Tell me everything I missed. I'd love to hear what you've been up to!" Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
"You know... I visited you in the attic a bunch of times." Calvin said.
"I know."
"But I couldn't see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal." Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
"You grew up old buddy." said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn't grow up and that we'd be together forever!!"
Hobbes stroke the Calvin's hair, or what little was left of it. "But you didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"We were always together... in our dreams."
"We were?"
"We were."
"Hobbes?"
"Yeah, old buddy?"
"I'm so glad I got to see you like this... one last time..."
"Me too, Calvin. Me too."
"Sweetheart?" Susie voice came from outside the door.
"Yes dear?" Calvin replied.
"Can I come in?" Susie asked.
"Just a minute."
Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. "Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks... for everything..."
"No, thank you Calvin." Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, "You can come in now."
Susie came in and said, "Look who's come to visit you."
Calvin's children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin's room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. "Grandpa!!" screamed the child in delight.
"Francis!" cried Calvin's daughter, "Be gentle with your grandfather."
Calvin's daughter turned to her dad. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories."
Calvin laughed and said, "Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age."
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, "Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up."
Calvin's beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, "Francis. Come here for a second."
Francis came over to his grandfather's side, "What is it Gramps?"
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. "This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him."
"He's just a stuffed tiger." Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, "Well, let me tell you a secret."
Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, "If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger."
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, "Not only that he will be your best friend forever."
"Wow! Thanks grandpa!" Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
"Francis! We need to go now!" Calvin's daughter called.
"Okay!" Francis shouted back.
"Take good care of him." Calvin said.
"I will." Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. "I'll take care of him, Calvin..."
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.