"Ability will never catch up with the demand for it." - Malcom Forbes

I have no idea.

With all the one-ton news stories dominating the media I was struck by a headline on one of the local TV channel's websites.
"Is it OK to use a coupon on a first date?"
Before clicking through to the article I debated the question in my head, and could make a case either way. Do you look like a cheapskate or like a frugal, careful money manager? Did you choose that restaurant because you had a coupon or because you knew it was a nice place to take your date?

And your answer is...? (If you were the datee, how would you react when you saw the coupon?)

Turns out 73% of respondents said they would stay on the date and go out with that person again, while 12% would stay, but there would be no second date. Three percent would say they were offended and 1% would get up and walk out.

Life is sure easier after 41 years of marriage. Dinner in a real restaurant without a coupon = anniversary.

I filled out and mailed my ballot yesterday. So shouldn't I be exempt from the blitzkrieg of ads and robocalls?

Tommy Lasorda, a multiple amputee Marine throwing out the first pitch (spot on!), a fly-over of F-16's, Willy Mays...
I'm not all that involved with the Series but the opening to Game 2 nailed it.

I picked up that antibiotic this morning and read through the four pages of warnings. The fourth was about the risk of tendinitis and ruptured tendons, "especially of the Achilles tendon, particularly for people over the age of 60." And that risk continues for "several months" after the two week regimen.
This is ridiculous. So I've struck a compromise. I'll lay off the bike riding for the next two weeks but go to the gym daily. Nothing - OK, almost nothing - I do at the gym puts any particular strain on my tendons, including the Achilles. And while I'll have to find a way to make up for the calorie burn I get on the bike my mental health will be preserved through vigorous gym workouts.

The narrator asks some very good questions for which I have the answers (not that he'd accept them). But the photography and the subjects are amazing.
Birds of Paradise

I don't like the sound of helicopters. There's nothing out here where we live, no airports and nothing worth seeing. So when we hear a helicopter  it's a medical transport heading to the hospital where Pam works, about 8 miles from our house. The sound of helicopters means someone seriously injured and a family suddenly in crisis.