Larry Davis

@PeriklesGREAT For driving fence posts.

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Katharine Hepburn, in her own words: "Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter. That family made a lasting impression on me. There were eight children, all under the age of 12. From the way they were dressed, you could tell they didn’t have much money, but their clothes were clean, very clean. The children were well-behaved, standing in pairs behind their parents, holding hands. They were so excited about the clowns, the animals, and all the acts they would see that night. From their excitement, you could tell they had never been to a circus before. It was going to be a highlight of their lives. The father and mother stood proudly at the front of their little group. The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking at him as if to say, 'You’re my knight in shining armor.' He was smiling, enjoying seeing his family happy. The ticket lady asked how many tickets he wanted, and he proudly responded, 'I want eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets.' Then she announced the price. The wife let go of her husband’s hand, her head dropped, and the man’s lip began to quiver. He leaned in closer and asked, 'How much did you say?' The ticket lady repeated the price. He didn’t have enough money. How was he supposed to turn around and tell his eight kids that he couldn’t afford to take them to the circus? Seeing what was happening, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and dropped it on the ground. We weren’t rich by any means. My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder, and said, 'Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.' The man understood what was happening. He wasn’t being handed charity, but he gratefully accepted the help in his desperate, heartbreaking, and embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my father’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed the bill tightly, and with trembling lips and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied, 'Thank you, sir. This really means so much to me and my family.' My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 my dad gave away was what we had planned to use for our own tickets. Although we didn’t see the circus that night, we felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus. That day, I learned the true value of giving. The Giver is greater than the Receiver. If you want to be great, greater than life itself, learn to give. Love has nothing to do with what you expect to get, only with what you expect to give—everything. The importance of giving and blessing others cannot be overstated because there is always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy through acts of giving." ~Katharine Hepburn

The man who spent years whining that the government illegally spied on his campaign is now demanding Congress let him spy on every American—without a warrant. FISA 702 is the real threat to Americans’ privacy: warrantless surveillance of U.S. persons under the guise of targeting foreigners. Far bigger than the Title I abuse Trump complains about. Stop electing hypocrites who trash the Constitution. Tell Congress: Vote NO on FISA 702.

The same Democrats in Congress who call Trump unfit for office—and a tyrant—are conspiring right now with GOP leaders to empower that very tyrant to surveil millions of Americans without a warrant. Every Democrat and Republican who votes yes on FISA 702 needs to be voted out!

Legitimate question 👇

@SoldiersWhisper 70 does not add up, he would have been 17 in 1973. The last combat troops left in 1973. (I enlisted at age 17 in 1973, I will be 70 in June )

This is my dad. He served 2 tours of Vietnam while he was enlisted for 20 years in the US Army. He will be 70 in November. Over the past decade, he has lost a kidney to cancer and had 8 toes amputated due to Diabetic neuropathy. Less than 2 weeks ago, he had the 8th toe amputated along with a good portion of his left foot. Tonight, with a Picc-Line in his arm, IV antibiotics in a cooler, and half a foot, he stood in honor of a country he loves. #Army #TheVietnamWar Credit: William Slim Matthew

Two things I’ve yet to see in my lifetime: 1) A Sasquatch And 2) The headline “Government program ends because it’s achieved its goals and solved the problem.” I hold out hope I get to see a Sasquatch though.

In Margraten Netherlands there is a 65 acre cemetery with 8301 graves of American Soldiers who died liberating Netherlands from the Germans. The land was gifted to the US after the war. Each of the American graves is adopted by a local family in the Netherlands as their own, and there is a queue to adopt a grave if a vacancy arrives. There is a 300 person waiting listing to adopt one... At the end of WWII, the United States and the Netherlands worked together to create a permanent resting place for American service members who died liberating Dutch territory from Nazi occupation. The result was the Netherlands American Cemetery and Memorial, established on land formally granted to the U.S. by the Dutch government in 1946. Today, it spans roughly 65 acres and contains 8,301 graves, along with the names of more than 1,700 missing soldiers. What makes Margraten extraordinary is what happened next. Local Dutch families began “adopting” graves as a personal act of gratitude. Adoption is not symbolic. Families commit to tending the grave, placing flowers on Memorial Day and Christmas, researching the soldier’s life, and often forming relationships with surviving relatives in the United States. Many adoptions are passed down through generations, treated as a family responsibility and honor. Demand is so high that there is a waiting list of about 300 people hoping to adopt a grave when one becomes available. Some families wait years. Dutch schoolchildren often help research the soldiers’ biographies, ensuring the names on the headstones remain personal stories, not just markers of war. © Wartime Historia #archaeohistories

“As Frederick Law Olmsted once said, ‘Parks are the only places where vast numbers of persons are brought closely together, poor and rich, young and old, each individual adding [by his] mere presence to the presence of others.’"

"Fine, go work. If you need me I'll be in my cup" 😹😹

Three guys from Boston (@BenAffleck, Matt Damon, and Jimmy) say every town and city in Massachusetts. #FallonTonight

I grew up watching cartoons like this, so please don't ask me to act as normal.

@justinamash That’s why YOU should be president @justinamash

Another reminder that Congress has never authorized U.S. hostilities in Syria—whether against ISIS or anyone. Under our Constitution, it’s Congress that decides when the United States engages in war. It has not done so. Unilateral offensive military action by any president is unconstitutional and unlawful. The U.S. needs to bring home the troops and stay out militarily.

General James Varnum's headquarters at Valley Forge (1st photo). The house is located down the path from the statue of Baron von Steuben so I think a lot of people don't notice it. Varnum was born in Massachusetts in 1748. He transferred his studies from Harvard to the College of Rhode Island (now Brown University) where he graduated in 1769. He moved to East Greenwich and became a lawyer. He was a close friend of Nathanael Greene's, both serving in the East Greenwich, Rhode Island militia company, the Kentish Guards in 1774 and 1775. Varnum was a captain of the Guards. Greene was a private. At the outbreak of the Revolutionary War, Varnum was commissioned by the Rhode Island General Assembly as a Colonel of the First Regiment of Infantry. He was then commissioned as a brigadier general in the Continental Army. He commanded Rhode Island and Connecticut brigades. Varnum suggested to General Washington that Rhode Island raise a battalion of black troops. After Washington sent the proposal to the governor of Rhode Island, the Rhode Island General Assembly passed legislation authorizing the enlistment of blacks and Indians that resulted in the 1st Rhode Island Regiment, which also included some whites. He participated in the Battle of Rhode Island where those troops were engaged in battle. Varnum resigned his commission in 1779 and returned to Rhode Island for personal and business reasons. However, he was soon named major general of the state militia and returned to active duty in July and August of 1780 under French General Rochambeau. He returned to his law practice at age 33 and later served as a delegate to the Continental Congress. Varnum was an original member of the Rhode Island Society of the Cincinnati and served as its president replacing Nathanael Greene who died in 1786. He became a founding member of the National Society of the Cincinnati. In 1787, he was named as one of the original founders of the Ohio Company of the Northwest Territory. He was named a judge of the Supreme Court in the newly established town of Marietta. Varnum became ill with consumption and died in Marietta, Ohio on January 9, 1789 at age 41. He was buried at the Oak Grove Cemetery in Marietta. We also visited his house in East Greenwich, Rhode Island that is now a museum opened to the public (2nd photo).

Facts are stubborn.

@EchoesofWarYT Rufus Ingalls or Montgomery Meigs

Who is your favorite Civil War General?

On June 6, 1963, in a small London boxing gym, six-year-old Patrick Power walked in with the simple hope of learning how to defend himself against schoolyard bullies. His oversized gloves and small frame told the story of a boy trying to build confidence in a world that felt a little too big. What he could never have imagined was that, on that very day, the gym doors would open to reveal Cassius Clay—soon to be Muhammad Ali—who was in London preparing for his upcoming fight with Henry Cooper. Instead of focusing solely on his own training, Ali’s attention turned to the smallest fighter in the room. With warmth and curiosity, he approached Patrick, ready to share a moment that would become unforgettable. Ali knelt to Patrick’s level, showing him how to throw a jab, move his feet, and stand tall with confidence. He teased and encouraged him with his trademark charisma, turning the session into a game rather than a lesson. Then came the playful sparring match: Patrick threw light punches while Ali exaggerated his reactions, stumbling dramatically and finally collapsing in mock defeat. The room filled with laughter and applause as Ali, the heavyweight contender, let a little boy feel the joy of victory. For Patrick, it was like stepping into a dream—he was no longer just a boy learning to fight; he was a champion, if only for a moment. That morning was more than just child’s play. It reflected the essence of Muhammad Ali’s greatness outside the ring: his compassion, showmanship, and ability to make others feel special. Long before his name became synonymous with activism and humanitarianism, Ali was already showing the power of kindness, humor, and humility. For Patrick Power, the memory remained etched forever—a moment of joy, respect, and empowerment given to him by a man who understood that true champions lift others up. © Reddit #drthehistories

No war in Venezuela! Only Congress can authorize military hostilities, and they have not done so. Offensive military action by the United States without a lawful declaration of war is unconstitutional and impeachable.