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David Burkhardt

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Founder @clienthaven | Creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected.”- W. Plomer | Keystrokes are mine.

Raleigh, NC Katılım Mart 2011
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David Burkhardt
David Burkhardt@DavidCBurkhardt·
I didn't realize how much 2020 had been weighing me down until I caught this huge smile off the coast of North Carolina. Don't forget how to be joyous! Released the fish (drum) but kept the feeling.
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Andrew Zimmern
Andrew Zimmern@andrewzimmern·
Raleigh-Durham might be the most underrated food city on the East Coast right now. And if you’ve been paying attention, you know that’s saying something. This is where serious chefs are doing thoughtful, ingredient-driven work without the noise. Where global flavors and Southern roots actually mean something on the plate. Where you can eat incredibly well without fighting for a reservation three weeks out. Don’t wait for the headlines to catch up. Get there now. What do you think is the most underrated food city on the East Coast?
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Cigarette Nostalgia
Cigarette Nostalgia@CigsMake·
The toys they made in the 70s and 80s would guarantee class action lawsuits, still preferable to iPad brainrot
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Trilly Donovan@trillydonovan·
We need to come up with a name for the four schools in four years guys. Any suggestions?
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Melodies & Masterpieces
Melodies & Masterpieces@SVG__Collection·
“Purple Haze” by the Jimi Hendrix Experience was released on this day in 1967.
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David Burkhardt@DavidCBurkhardt·
@KeepingItHeel Pffft…it barely went in after clanging around the rim and hitting the backboard. If he needs coaches for confidence, no dawg in him!
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Keeping It Heel
Keeping It Heel@KeepingItHeel·
Elliot Cadeau delivered a clutch moment for Michigan on Saturday afternoon and wasted no time throwing shade toward UNC in his postgame comments. 👀 ⬇️
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Wake Up Barstool
Wake Up Barstool@wakeupbarstool·
"They are insufferable. They don't lose often, but when they do they are insufferable. Duke... you are an insufferable jerk if you like Duke. There's nothing redeemable about the Duke Blue Devils." - @stoolpresidente
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Super 70s Sports
Super 70s Sports@Super70sSports·
Grateful to my teachers I was prepared for the artificial intelligence age by spending my childhood perfecting the penmanship of an 1870s railroad baron with a closet full of top hats …
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internet archiva@internetarchiva·
One of the best optical illusion ever made! Look at the stairs and they will randomly change direction about every 10 or 15 seconds, even though it’s a still image and nothing ever changes at all
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David Burkhardt@DavidCBurkhardt·
Carolina doesn’t court storm, we court typhoon! 🐏👍
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Blue Heaven
Blue Heaven@uncsportsphotos·
COURTESY of @gee__brooks UNBELIEVABLE
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Carolina Basketball
Carolina Basketball@UNC_Basketball·
Legendary photo.
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Long live the 4077th!
Mr PitBull@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.

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