We were warned for decades that violent video games would warp the minds of our youth. Turns out they were right, and those warped minds are now in charge of the Pentagon.

The Founding Fathers may not have anticipated a lot of things -- automatic weapons, women voting, mass media -- but they certainly anticipated a president like our present one. What they didn't expect was a Congress willing to neuter itself or a Supreme Court granting him preemptive immunity.

I'm not sure how to determine that a baseball player was using PEDs during his career, but a sustained and significant jump in performance as he enters his 30s after joining a team in the Bay Area (as in "Laboratory Co-Operative") is one potential indicator. Oh, and congrats to Jeff Kent!

A little harvest from our Northern Irish backyard, all of which were blown off the tree by winds that make me glad I'm not playing golf in them. (Partridge jokes not welcome.)

I don't want to suggest that LinkedIn may not be the most cutting edge site on the Internet, but it just recommended to me that I connect with John Feinstein.

I was really hoping on Blue sky to discover something other than an endless stream of posts by The Tennessee Holler.

Spotted in the NYC subway, an unofficial addition to the rules and regs.

In pure sports terms, Josh Allen is Phil Mickelson but Patrick Mahomes is Tiger.

Since history insists on repeating itself, could we maybe get a little less Adolf you-know-who and a little more William Henry Harrison?

There are many wonderful photographers on Bluesky. I'm not one of them. But on a recent trip, I was deeply impressed with the digital zoom on my Galaxy phone, as well as the industriousness of this little fellow. For context, those thick things on the plate are eggshells.

Now that my count of followers is up to a non-prime integer, I should probably think of something to post. I know! A photo of the coolest athlete on the planet for the next 20 years.

Moon over Moorea.

My views, a week ago and today. Ain't travel grand?