Deb Seckinger

@Matt_Pinner 44

How old ?

@carrieunderwood @AmericanIdol Why couldn’t we vote for Breanna?? Her name never showed up!!

I wanna dance with somebody, but make sure you vote for somebody! #AmericanIdol

@ELonMuskNewssX Anyone looking for a luxurious home worldwide? Our daughter is the best!

@ELonMuskNewssX Yes we did, by using credit cards. My husband gave me grief every month for years for just paying the minimum amount, sometimes more. I promised him that by the time we retired, everything would be paid off. After so many years, and having Fidelity manage our accounts 👇

Have you?

@ELonMuskNewssX Fidelity recommended an annuity which we bought, and has given the extra we need during the switchover. Also, with every raise my husband received, we would maximize our 401k. Our daughter graduated college with no debt, and is on a successful career! 👇

@Matt_Pinner Godawful🤢

How would you Describe this kitchen ?

@teetay10061 @JohnZatt1482 @NathanJ04060931 Exactly, severed, will be the first gone, Karma.

Go👀

@DerrickEvans4WV Rich Pretenders

What’s the name of this band?

@Matt_Pinner Where have you been?

What are the words 💭

@Matt_Pinner Wouldn’t be be turned down, would definitely help!

Can you answer this question without using "YA, YES, YAP, YEA, YEAH"? Do you need money?

@RetroMoviesDB Aladdin!

Thrill me!

@atensnut 3😊

I got a 7.

@unlimited_ls Horribly, he probably dumped the dog in a dumpster after hanging and kicking it, and it died. It’s no wonder that poor thing is still missing😫😭

JUST IN(BLURRED): Oregon man caught ab*sing a dog in an elevator has been sentenced to 16 months in prison Disclaimer: This content is strictly for news reporting and educational purposes only Isaac Booker Justham pled guilty and was sentenced to 16 months in prison for animal ab*se He will receive credit for 8 months already served Justham is banned from owning any domestic animal for the next 15 years He was arrested on August 17, 2024 Police say he ab*sed the dog by hitting it with a heavy rope and hanging it from a fire extinguisher to kick it repeatedly As of April 11, 2025, the dog has still not been found

@vinquezada1 HMS Pinafore!

Here I’ll start….. The Titanic

@Matt_Pinner Brook

ONE word

@ffrewyll @wiseconnector Yay! Foghorn Leghorn!

Name ONE

@ogrosky1 @CDalberg @Matt_Pinner Horrible, like eating iron

@CDalberg @Matt_Pinner Polish too Blood sausage

@moniryden @elonmusk Exactly. 85 comments, and I see 1, no matter which I choose, recent, relevant, etc. Who the heck decided here and on Facebook which comments are most relevant??

If you are testing to see whether there are the same number of replies as shown in the reply bubble, the test failed. For example, a response under your post showed 21 replies but had only five replies showing including “probable spam.” We’re noticing this in almost every post lately. (My experience and comments from others.) What is going on?

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@TuckerCarlson Peace and prayers to you and your family. He was an incredible man, and taught you well.

Obituary for my father. Richard Warner Carlson died at 84 on March 24, 2025 at home in Boca Grande, Florida after six weeks of illness. He refused all painkillers to the end and left this world with dignity and clarity, holding the hands of his children with his dogs at his feet. He was born February 10, 1941 at Massachusetts General Hospital to a 15-year-old Swedish-speaking girl and placed in the Home for Little Wanderers in Boston, where he developed rickets from malnutrition. His legs were bent for the rest of his life. After years in foster homes, he was placed with the Carlson family in Norwood, Mass. His adoptive father, a tannery manager, died when he was 12 and he stopped attending school regularly. At 17, he was jailed for car theft, thrown out of high school for the second time, and enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps. In 1962, in search of adventure, he drove to California. He spent a year as a merchant seaman on the SS Washington Bear, transporting cargo to ports in the Orient, and then became a reporter. Over the next decade, he was a copy boy at the LA Times, a wire service reporter for UPI and an investigative reporter and anchor for ABC News, covering the upheaval of the period. He knew virtually every compelling figure of the time, including Jim Jones, Patty Hearst, Eric Hoffer, Jerry Garcia, as well as Mafia leaders and members of the Manson Family. In 1965, he was badly injured reporting from the Watts riots in Los Angeles. By 1975, he was married with two small boys, when his wife departed for Europe and didn’t return. He threw himself into raising his boys, whom he often brought with him on reporting trips. At home, he educated them during three-hour dinners on topics that ranged from the French Revolution to Bolshevik Russia, PG Wodehouse, the history of the American Indian and, always, the eternal and unchanging nature of people. He was a free thinker and a compulsive book reader, including at red lights. He left a library of thousands of books, most dog-eared and filled with marginalia. His reading and life experiences convinced him that God is real. He had an outlaw spirit tempered by decency. In 1979, he married the love of his life, Patricia Swanson. They were together for 44 years, all of them happy. She died sixteen months before he did and he mourned her every day. In 1985, he moved to Washington to work for the Reagan Administration. He spent five years as the director of the Voice of America, and then moved to the Seychelles as the US ambassador. In 1992, he became the CEO of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and later ran a division of King World television. The last 25 years of his life were spent in work whose details were never completely clear to his family, but that was clearly interesting. He worked in dozens of countries and breakaway republics around the world, and was involved in countless intrigues. He knew a number of colorful national leaders, including Rafic Hariri of Lebanon, Aslan Abashidze of Adjara, Mobutu Sese Seko of Zaire, and whomever runs Somaliland. He was a fundamentally nonjudgmental person who was impossible to shock, and he described them all with amused affection. He spoke to his sons every day and had lunch with them once a week for thirty years at the Metropolitan Club in Washington, always prefaced by a dice game. Throughout his life he fervently loved dogs. Richard W. Carlson is survived by his sons, Tucker and Buckley, his beloved daughter-in-law Susie, and five grandchildren. He was the toughest human being anyone in his family ever knew, and also the kindest and most loyal. RIP.

@Matt_Pinner Window

What seat do you prefer: -window -center -aisle?