It’s quite noticeable who spent time talking about themselves or relatively trivial private things and who concentrated on her greatness:
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This made me feel great when I saw it.
Happy 99th Birthday to Ranger Betty Reid Soskin! 
Betty Reid Soskin (born Betty Charbonnet; 1921) is a park ranger with the National Park Service, assigned to the Rosie the Riveter/World War II Home Front National Historical Park in Richmond, California.
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Wow!
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My father LOVED Dixieland. My mother was not a music freak, but she did like to sing and dance and enjoyed more Western-cowboy tunes. But I was raised with Dixieland, as well as classical, trad jazz, swing, rock and roll, folk, filk (only we didn’t know that’s what it was called then, LOL). I found this and I dunno if Dad had this album but…it sure makes me think of better times. And it makes me wonder how two people who could’ve been dull jerks who raised their kids on Disney pablum (we were, but the animation was the point, not the stories, if you can believe that), but instead my brother and I were born to parents who, while emotionally damaged, still passed on SO MUCH great culture. And they didn’t prevent us from exploring other cultures, within set limits (e.g., having Black friends - fine! dating Black person - NOPE!).
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"I heard a wee cat miaowing from behind me. She was chasing me up the hill. So I stopped and pulled over and she just wouldn’t leave my side. I put her on the front of my bike and got her comfy to take her into the next town. I went to find out if she was microchipped.
“But she wasn’t and she climbed up on my shoulder and fell asleep and I just thought that was it, she was coming with me on this tour.”
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She’s my friend, though I didn’t know her back then. Today, she’s crippled with RA, but not so much that she can’t do yoga, play her autoharp, garden - things she loves. I love her spirit and her sense of humor.
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This is lovely:
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Aww, thanks, that was so worth reading!
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Ooooh, there’s an app? I have Spot the Station in my RSS reader, and I try to catch it whenever I can.
It’s one if the few things that makes me feel legitimately good about humanity. We could do amazing things if we collectively wanted to.
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teary-eyed right now. not gonna hide it.
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Today is my father’s birthday. He would’ve been 97 years old. I figure this must be from the spring of 1924. He looks so happy here.
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I understand the decision to quit before he ‘has’ to, and remain thrilled that he did not suffer from his father’s illness (Huntington’s Chorea) so we got many decades of music from him, but this is still very sad to learn:
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damn, what a legend. i never got to see him live, but i wish i had. i know his health has been precarious for decades, but this still hurts.
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Rather than Alice’s Restaurant, I think this one fits the theme of this thread better:
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