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Someone was going to charge me K3500 to increase the internet coverage in my yard. I bought an extender for K600, set it up successfully this morning and the problem is fixed 🙂‍↔️ #WomeninStem

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That bag has a name. It's a bindle. And in the 1930s, about 250,000 American teenagers actually packed one and walked out the door to ride freight trains, looking for work after the crash wiped out their families' savings. They were called boxcar boys and girls. Many were just 16 or 17. They left because there was no food at home, or because they didn't want to be another mouth their parents couldn't feed. One boy left home with the 72 cents his mother pulled from her purse, the last of her money. About 4 million Americans were on the road in those years. The cartoon image we know traces back to two artists. Charlie Chaplin's Tramp character, the little guy in baggy pants with a stick, debuted in 1914. He became a global icon. Walt Disney later said Chaplin was one of the inspirations for Mickey Mouse. Then in 1958, Norman Rockwell painted a runaway boy carrying a bindle for the Saturday Evening Post cover. That picture is the one that stuck in our heads. The actual life behind the bag was hard. People who lived it called themselves hobos, and they were strict about the word. A hobo was a worker who traveled. A tramp only worked when he had to. A bum didn't work at all. Hobos hated being mixed up with the other two. They followed the harvests. Strawberries in spring, hops in summer, apples in fall, potatoes in winter. Pay was a few dollars a day, sometimes less. Riding freight trains was illegal and could kill you. Railroad police, who they called bulls, beat them off the cars. You could slip and get crushed between cars. Or freeze to death sleeping in a boxcar in winter. A British poet named W.H. Davies, who wrote a memoir called The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp, lost his foot trying to jump onto a moving train. So they built their own world. Their camps near rail yards were called jungles. They shared a stew called Mulligan, where everyone threw in a potato, or a piece of meat, or whatever they had. They left messages for each other on water tanks: a nickname, a date, and the direction they were heading, so the next person passing through could see who had been there. They had a phrase for someone who died on the road. He caught the Westbound. In 1900, a town in Iowa called Britt, with about 2,000 people, decided to host them. Every August since, hobos and rail riders show up to crown a Hobo King and Queen, with crowns made from coffee cans. The convention is still running. There's a Hobo Memorial Cemetery in Britt for the ones who caught the Westbound. The cartoon turned it into a childhood dream. For a quarter-million American kids in the 1930s, it was just the bag you grabbed before walking out the door.

No amount of guilt can solve the past and no amount of anxiety can change the future.

Once you start studying the greats and picking up on their good habits. Something in you shifts. You become super aware that you were never an average person. Everything starts to connect as to why you’ll never be an ordinary person.

Interest free, comes with negotiable payment terms and sometimes written off as bad debt. What a concept.

Nobody is going to discover your genius if you keep it in your head.

I couldn’t be more proud of Yo Maps. Shameful for the Zambian Association of Musicians for attempting to suppress— instead of defending—artistic freedom under the guise of cultural values. What values? ZAM and others could be more useful in lending their efforts in fighting corruption in the country.

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Ended with 0 crashes in 34 years. Absolutely legendary career.

Even in saturated market,God will make room for you

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When he was arrested for speeding. At the time, it was the highest speed ever recorded in the country. Even Audi was surprised that their car could reach that speed.

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