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I’ve been on Bluesky for two weeks now. It’s so much better over there. While it’s still way too early to tell these things, I honestly think it’s gonna be the thing that replaces Twitter. (no invite codes yet, sorry!) That’s surprising, for a few reasons. Bluesky is just a barebones Twitter clone. It actually began as a Twitter initiative back in 2019, and was spun off as an independent company in 2021.

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I don’t only assemble my friends when I need to rescue an uncooperative animal. Sometimes, we get together for games. Okay, we actually have game nights all the time. I round up between four and six humans who can tolerate my presence for a few hours in a row and force them to play make-believe with me over little bits of cardboard. This weekend was different. It wasn’t just a time to move around some meeples.

Brooklyn Bowl, Nashville, Tennessee. GA standing show. Thank you to Bob Dylan and his band, Tony Garnier, Donnie Herron, Bob Britt, Doug Lancio, and Jerry Pentcoste. (nightly moth recording ~ the first time I have posted this one anywhere. This is the straight recording, wav file to avi video file with high audio bitrate, uploaded to youtube). I have set it to play as a broadcast at 5PM (UK time). In about 45 minutes time from the time of this post…

Look, this is not a post for most of you, if any of you. I’m in Louisiana this week. I’ve been helping my parents and visiting them. I’m in a cabin in the woods in rural Louisiana. I’ve done my show every day. I’ve tried to tune out at night and just watch something. And that gets me to this. Again, probably not for most of you, but I’m a bit tired of all the politics this week anyway.

There’s no shortage of great songs about freedom. As many will tell you, Bob Marley’s “Redemption Song” is somewhere on the top of this list. Few may realize that Marley had what I think is fairly called a “sneaky libertarian streak,” and this is reflected in several of his songs. Here are the lyrics to “Redemption Song”: [Verse 1] Old pirates, yes, they rob ISold I to the merchant ships

Every Monday, I write a newsletter breaking down the business in golf. If you would like to read Perfect Putt in your inbox, subscribe below. Hey Golfers - In 1930, a 28-year-old American Lawyer placed a $1,200 bet with a British bookie that he would win Golf’s Grand Slam. In 1930, four events were consisting of the Grand Slam. British Open United States Open British Amateur United States Amateur The British bookie took the bet at 50 - 1 odds; the total payout would be $60,000.

It was 2020 and we’d all been isolating, masking, living life at home and distancing from most of the people we knew and loved. Birthday parties, senior trips, family vacations, weddings, funerals, and everything in between had been siloed and put up on the shelf for another time—maybe? I remember conversations with friends where we postulated about whether this “new normal” would last for a year or a decade of our lives, or forever.

After a peaceful dinner last Friday night, our toddler wanted to go for a walk. He sat through the entire restaurant meal without a fuss, so this seemed like a fair request. The thing about walking with a toddler, however, is that there is very little walking involved. It’s mostly…meandering. You stop to point at a car. You wave to a stranger in the nail salon. You—oh, look! A stick!