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@RandyRRQuaid Alright alright alright — love our Texans

I grew up on Grape St in Houston too Michael Dell. 🇺🇸🇨🇱

@hwinkler4real Your wife looks very stylish. What did Anthony think of the World Cup in US? I’ll bet he loved it!

Stacey and I met my idol to day !!! And his fabulous wife Stella

@ChrisSuchanWOAI That is nice to see. Now we just need Choke Canyon to fill up for us down in Corpus.

Before and after Canyon Lake. May 29th to July 18th seen here. Boat ramp 4 just off pic to the left Lake is a flood control lake w/ U.S. Army Corps of Engineers dam on Guadalupe River to catch flood waters. This stretch of drought for lake set historic lows for lake level. Of course, dam was built after 1950s infamous Texas drought. So period of record is from the 1960s 📷 Jeanne Alexander Markham

@japan_nobunaga This is a wonderful perspective of our beloved HEBs. I’m so glad I live in Texas.

In Texas I was taken to a grocery store called H-E-B. I asked what the letters stand for. My friend said, "Howard Edward Butt." I waited for the rest of the name. There was no rest. The man built an empire on his actual name, and the empire did not flinch. Inside, a woman in a red apron said, "Welcome! Finding everything okay?" I had been inside for eleven seconds. I had found nothing. I had not begun to look. "...I have only just arrived." "Well, let me know if you need anything, sweetheart." Sweetheart. From a stranger with a price gun. I held the cart handle with both hands and tried to proceed as a man who had not just been loved at the produce section. The store was clean in a way that suggested someone cared about it the way my grandmother cared about her kitchen floor. Not for the guests. For the floor. A man named Dale in the meat department was cutting brisket behind glass. I watched him work. He held the knife the way a calligrapher holds a brush. Each cut landed in the same place twice. I bowed slightly. I could not help it. Dale looked up. "You want a sample, boss?" "...I was paying respects to your blade work." He paused. Then he cut a piece, put it on a toothpick, and handed it over the counter. "Well, that's a first. Most folks just ask if I got any ribs left." I ate it. It was perfect. I told him it was perfect. "Appreciate that. Twenty-six years behind this counter." Twenty-six years. The same counter. The same knife. In my country we would call this man a living national treasure and put him on television. Here he wore a red apron and asked if I wanted it wrapped. Then the storm came. I do not mean this as a metaphor. A hurricane was approaching the coast, and I learned something about this grocery store that I did not believe until I saw it with my own eyes. H-E-B has mobile kitchens. Disaster relief trucks. A full-time Director of Emergency Preparedness. Over a hundred and fifty thousand employees they call Partners, and when the wind starts to build, the Partners do not go home. They drive toward it. During Hurricane Harvey, this grocery store fed thousands. They sent trucks into flooded towns before the government arrived. Before the Red Cross set up. Before anyone asked. A grocery store. With a meat counter and a bakery and a sign that says HERE EVERYTHING'S BETTER. Texans have a name for H-E-B during hurricanes. They call it the FEMA of Texas. I have confirmed this. Multiple Texans said it to me without smiling, the way you state the name of a general who does not lose. I asked Dale if he had worked during Harvey. He stopped cutting. He set the knife down, which I had not seen him do. "Drove in at four in the morning. Water was up to my truck doors. Store was the only thing open for nine miles. We made sandwiches till we ran out of bread. Then corporate sent more bread. Then we ran out again." "...How long?" "Sixteen days." I stood there holding a package of brisket in both hands and tried to find the word. "...You are not a butcher, Dale." He picked up his knife. "Sure I am." In my country, a man who feeds his village through a disaster is honored for the rest of his life. In Texas, he is called a butcher, and he goes back to the counter on Monday, and he does not mention it unless you ask, and even then he picks up his knife before he finishes the story, because the brisket is not going to cut itself. The store was founded in 1905 by a woman named Florence Butt, who put sixty dollars' worth of groceries on a shelf on the ground floor of her family's home in a town called Kerrville. That was the whole store. One shelf. One room. Sixty dollars. A hundred and twenty years later, the family still owns it. I walked out with four bags. A boy in a red apron carried two of them to my car. I told him I could carry my own bags. He said, "I know you can. But I'm already here, so." I did not tip him. He would not let me. I drove home past the highway where the flood line was still visible on the guardrail, three feet up, and I thought about Dale, and the bread, and the knife, and the name Howard Edward Butt, who was not embarrassed by it, because the name is not the point. The shelf is the point. Florence Butt put sixty dollars on a shelf in 1905. A hundred and twenty years later, when the water rose and the power died, the shelf was still standing, and there was bread on it. A store is not its name. A store is whether the bread is there when you need it. The bread was there.

@AjRockatansky My grandmother used to let us eat delicious raw ground beef as she was putting it through the grinder to make koobie (Syrian meat dish).

Ever since the day I came home from seeing this movie in 1977 and recreating this scene when I woke up the next morning, I never got sick from an egg in any way. That is like 50 years of me eating raw and wicked undercooked eggs. Unrefrigerated too when in Europe. Sometimes up to 8 a day. I think there are just a lot of assholes out there who do not like people eating eggs so we get all these warnings about fake dangers. Film history and propaganda would be a lot different if Balboa here shoved some lettuce in his mouth.

@BuzzPatterson Just amazing writing.

A BUZZ AIRLINE TALE. LIFE ON THE LINE. The wheels of the Delta 737-900 settled on the runway with a soft chirp after six long hours across America, a redeye from Seattle to Miami-nothing but black sky, brilliant stars, an occasional thunderstorm firing off in the distance, glowing instruments, and a cockpit full of quiet exhaustion. I taxied in weary of the flight and ever-mindful that a taxi accident was a career ender. First, we spool down the first engine to save fuel…with that familiar whine that always sounded like a sigh of relief. After navigating a sometimes strange airport to the crew van pickup spot, the van dropped me and my crew at the hotel just before dawn. The Hyatt Regency in downtown Miami, one of those towering glass-and-steel beasts that looks like it could launch rockets. I pushed through the revolving doors with my crew, flight bag in one hand and my crew roller board dragging from my other, uniform rumpled but still crisp enough to command respect. Tie pulled tight. The lobby smelled of fresh coffee, faint lemon polish, and that universal hotel scent—clean sheets and quiet ambition. A few early birds shuffled around with their roller bags, eyes puffy like mine. “We’re Delta 1090,” I told the smiling front-desk gal, sliding my ID across the marble counter. She slid a clipboard of crew names and we all signed in. She typed fast, her fingers clicking like rain on the windshield at 35,000 feet. “Welcome back, sir. Long night?” “Not anything that a beer won‘t fix,” I said with a tired grin, knowing that was really lame regardless of how tired I was. She laughed obligingly and handed over the key card. Room 1427. High enough for a view, not so high I’d feel like I was still flying. And I hate balconies, I’m afraid of heights. The pilots and the flight attendants all pile into the elevator, all punching our respective floors. Some of us were going to rally later, some of us were “boom-clickers,” in for the duration. Our elevator hummed upward. I leaned against the wall, tie loosened, the weight of the night finally settling in my bones and increasingly older body. That red-eye had been smooth—no major bumps, just the endless drone of the jets and the quiet camaraderie of a crew who’d flown together, off and on, for years. But man, the body clock was screaming. I clicked the door open and immediately put out the “Do Not Disturb” door hanger knowing full well there was a 50% expectation that would soon be violated. The room was a cool, dark sanctuary: thick curtains drawn tight against the rising South Beach sun, king bed turned down with military precision, and a little chocolate on the pillow like a reward for not screwing up the approach. I dropped my bag, kicked off the shoes, and peeled off the uniform. The shower blasted hot, steam filling the bathroom. I stood there letting the water hammer the fatigue out of my shoulders, thinking about the passengers who’d deplaned with sleepy thanks and the young copilot who’d nailed his landings. Towel around the waist, I cracked the mini-fridge and grabbed a cold beer. Collapsed onto the bed. The mattress swallowed me whole. Outside, the city was waking up: distant horns, the low rumble of another jet climbing out of Miami. Soon, I’d be heading for a quick workout at the hotel gym and then out for a bite at one of my favorite haunts. But now, in my room, it was just me, the hum of the AC, and that sweet, heavy pull of sleep. My rule of thumb: make it dark and cold! I set the blackout curtains just right, killed the lights, turned the AC down to Arctic settings, and let the world fade. 12 hours from now I’d be back in the seat, rested and ready. But for now? This pilot was wheels down, engines off, and damn glad to be on the ground. Where’s a beer? Living the dream, one red-eye at a time. 🇺🇸✈️

@FloridaTropics1 I hate to say it but we sure need the rain in Corpus Christi to fill up our tank here after decade of drought and no desal.

Here's the 12z Euro AIFS with a Louisiana landfall first and then a second landfall in Texas.

@FloridaTropics1 So much for Super El Niño summer

12z HMON through 60 hours has #TD2 south of Pensacola as a hurricane.

@LauraLoomer @Catalinalissett @RepKatCammack Wooooooh.

BREAKING: Congresswoman Kat Cammack @RepKatCammack confirms my reporting that Qatar is the hostile country that has been placing foreign agents inside the offices of Congressional members and disguising them as “interns”. This comes after a report this week that exposed how the FBI is investigating a top GOP Congressional staffer who has been working as an undisclosed Qatari agent inside Congress for at least 3 years. It also comes as Rep. Luna @RepLuna announced declassified files will be coming out in the coming weeks about a Former Member Of Congress who placed “interns” in other Congressional offices who were “agents of foreign governments”. Following my reporting, Rep. Cammack confirmed I am correct in saying the foreign government in question is Qatar. Representative Kat Cammack has introduced H.Res 500, which would require background checks on Congressional staff and interns, as well as full disclosure of dual citizenship and employment of foreign nations. Speaker Mike Johnson has refused to release the name of the GOP Congressional staffer and member of Congress who is under investigation by the FBI for colluding with Qatar to spy on members of Congress for Qatar, a state sponsor of Islamic terrorism and the top financier of the Muslim Brotherhood. @SpeakerJohnson #UnitedStatesOfQatar

A massive digital board is being built beside the Lincoln Memorial for an undertaking unlike anything America has ever attempted. For one month, it will display the name of every American who has died in service to our nation since the Civil War. One name after another. Hour after hour. Day after day. There will be no speeches powerful enough to match what that screen will say in silence. Every name represents a life given, a family forever changed, and a debt the rest of us can never fully repay. Freedom has always carried a price. For one unforgettable month, America will watch that price pass before its eyes…one name at a time. 🇺🇸 AW

Love this @FIFA pregame show! Lots of athletic type dance routines. Already better than any of the Super Bowl ht shows in the past several years!

@andrewlamparski @cbsaustin That is absolutely crazy. I’ve been there several times and it was dry except for one time back in the 70’s but nothing like this.

Latest look from Pedernales Falls State Park. Massive amount of water coming through this part of Blanco County right now. @cbsaustin

@sierragmc2024 @CarlySmithWX Carly, can you report on the city’s water releases? My friends and I do not understand the how and why these releases happen and can they be stopped? Thank you. Those releases must affect our levels. This flooding — will it prompt those releases?

@CarlySmithWX On you tube there’s a lot of the flooding in central Texas videos. On WOAI San Antonio News.

Here's a look at the lake levels before the rain from the Hill Country moves downstream.

@guypbenson I feel for you bc we went through this with my mom. She had mild symptoms for many years but in 2013 it got progressively worse -very difficult until she passed (2023)from falling & breaking her hip— she had no idea she’d broken anything. However, she still knew me to the end ❤️

Thank you, truly, for the outpouring we’ve received about this. It means so much to my family. This platform can be toxic, but sometimes, the good and noble and pure shine through. Onward! Let’s find a cure! ❤️‍🩹

One of the BEST new policies under President Trump is a $100 SURCHARGE paid by EACH FOREIGNER entering our National Parks It made my trip to Zion Nat’l Park this week SO much more enjoyable US taxpayers are PRIORITIZED now🇺🇸 American citizens pay $35 per carload, and foreigners now pay $35 PLUS $100 per person. Foreign carload of 4? That’ll be $435. Exactly how it should be. American taxpayers shouldn’t be subsidizing their vacations. Thank you, @SecretaryBurgum and President Trump!

Last Friday a CBS reporter sat down to eat what Erling Haaland eats in a day, on camera, for a laugh. She got as far as dinner. The segment ran on CBS Mornings ahead of Norway playing England, and it was billed the way these things always are. Raw milk, tomahawk steaks and bone marrow. The Viking diet. Six thousand calories. Come and gawp at the strange Norwegian and the things he puts in his mouth. Breakfast went down without trouble: four eggs, toast, yoghurt, raw milk. Lunch was an enormous Italian sandwich, Parma ham and burrata and sun-dried tomatoes and rocket and truffle oil and pesto, and that went down too. Then dinner arrived, because Haaland is known to get through two and a half pounds of steak and the bone marrow with it, and that was the end of the experiment. She had to ask the crew to help her finish. Fair play to her for trying it in front of a camera. Very few people reading this would have managed the sandwich. But look again at the list they filmed, because the joke did not land where they thought it did. Eggs. Milk. Ham. Cheese. Steak. Marrow. There is nothing strange on that list at all. Every item of it would have been recognised as dinner by a farmhand in 1900, or by your own great-grandmother, and the whole lot came off an animal or out of a dairy. A butcher could assemble it in about four minutes. What defeated her was not the strangeness. It was the volume. That is the entire story, and CBS filmed it without noticing. Because here is what the segment accidentally documented. A grown adult in a rich country cannot eat the amount of real food that hard physical work actually requires. Not because the food is exotic, but because we have spent sixty years replacing it with things engineered to slide down without effort, and the machinery for handling proper food has gone soft from disuse. Give a modern stomach two and a half pounds of steak and it panics. The desk needs it to be a freak show, mind, because the alternative question is a great deal more awkward. If eggs, milk and beef are just food, and the best striker on the planet is fuelled entirely by things you can buy at a butcher's counter, then what exactly is the rest of the aisle for? They set out to film a man eating strangely. They filmed a nation that has forgotten how to eat.

@AjRockatansky And with that pat of butter!

Yesterday I picked up my daughter with her huge suitcase at the airport after a week away. Today I said goodbye to her while she had two huge suitcases. 8 hours later I get an uncommented pic of her meal tonight via text. I think that is a NY strip. (Hopefully on a two foot plate). NOW my eyes finally start to mist up.

@ScottPresler I never thought of putting cottage cheese with Greek yogurt. Good tip!

How did I lose 50 pounds in 1 year? I’ve eaten the same food almost every single day for the last 15 months: ▪️Tofu ▪️Steak ▪️Pickles ▪️Chicken ▪️Bananas ▪️Cucumbers ▪️Blueberries ▪️Bell peppers ▪️Greek yogurt ▪️Hearts of palm ▪️Cottage cheese ▪️Cherry tomatoes My coffee consists of instant espresso + almond milk + whey protein powder + zero sugar creamer (I have 2-3 coffees per day). Pro Tip: If you’ve met your daily calorie intake & you’re still hungry, eat a cucumber. If you’re still hungry, eat cherry tomatoes. If you’re still hungry, eat hearts of palm. I usually eat 2 bananas per day; 1 banana in the morning with my breakfast & 1 before my evening workout (1 banana = 100 calories). Pro Tip: If you mix your Greek yogurt & cottage cheese together, you get a tasty, protein-packed snack. I don’t run — I walk. My daily average is ~4 miles/day. With 1 mile = 100 calories burned, I burn about 400 calories. Sometimes, I’ll walk & go to the gym for a combined 800 calories burned. Pro Tip: If you have an oral fixation, chew gum. I chew about 20-30 pieces of gum per day. I’m sharing this because I feel on top of the world. When I meet all of you at events — & you share how you’ve lost 40, 50, or 100 pounds — I want to help bring that positive change to others across America. Let’s Make America Healthy Again!

@RepMichaelCloud please do not pass the Daylight Saving Time bill. It will not be good for Texas. If anything, keep Standard Time all year.

@BuzzPatterson Noooooo. Do not do this. We need Standard Time.

Just now: The House has passed the bill to get rid of daylight savings! The U.S. House passed H.R. 139 by a 308-117 vote to make daylight saving time permanent nationwide, ending twice-yearly clock changes, with strong Republican support and significant Democratic backing. President Trump endorsed the Sunshine Protection Act, which advances after committee approval earlier in 2026 and now requires Senate action for potential nationwide implementation. I’m all for it! Think of the ease when you do business across time zones or when you fly! ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ What do you guys think?