meatloaf... I may have to revise my healthy-living plans.
He’s sitting in a lawn chair on the front porch of the Austin home he
built nearly 70 years ago, working on his fifth Tampa Sweet cigar on a
91-degree sunny day. The smooth tunes of the Isley Brothers flow from a
portable speaker. Birds are chirping in the late afternoon breeze.
“I’m
feeling pretty good today,” Overton says, emphasizing the word pretty,
because any day spent on this porch smoking cigars is a pretty good day
for the 111-year-old.
This is where you’ll find the nation’s
oldest veteran for 10 hours every day when the weather is nice. His
friends call it his “stage.” It’s where Overton sits and thinks about
life, his starting in 1906, the same year as the first wireless radio
broadcast and a year before the paper towel was invented.
Salute, sir.
On the other end of the spectrum, teacher stands up to racist bastards, may be punished for it. Because it was PC racism he stood up to.
Wonder how much they charge annually for indoctrination?
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