About a year ago, I gave my brother a proposition. I told him he could sell the thousands of baseball cards I collected as a kid that were collecting dust in my parents’ basement. The offer extended to the premium cards, including “valuable” rookie cards, that I had stored in a special padded binder.

The stipulation? My brother would need to give me half the profits.

My brother’s response? Hell no!

I collected a lot of Topps trading cards when I was a kid.

He didn’t say no just because I wanted to split the revenue with him. He denied me because he didn’t want to put forth the effort selling something he didn’t think was worthwhile. I thought he was missing out on a pretty sweet opportunity.

A documentary I watched last night on Netflix said otherwise.

Called “Jack of All Trades,” the film follows a person who was disheartened to learn that the baseball cards he collected as a kid were practically worthless in 2019. Thought to be a wise investment in the 1990s, his cards never grew in value. Why? Overproduction. A Ken Griffey Jr. rookie card was thought to be valuable….until thousands of them were printed.

Baseball cards weren’t the only thing I collected as a youngster. I also manically hoarded….

Pogs – Oh yes, I grew up in the pogs era. I loved unique pogs and powerful slammers, saving whatever money I had to buy them. It was always a competitive adventure when my friends and I would “play for keeps.” Speaking of competitive nerdiness, my obsession drove me to enter a pog tournament at one of the local malls in Spokane. I am kind of sad that social media wasn’t around during the pog era because I could have learned some cool techniques from YouTube videos.

Bouncy Balls – My brother and I collected no less than 200 bouncy balls. I am talking about the miniature rubber balls that you could purchase from a gumball-esque machine. We threw spare change we found around the house in those machines, traded our arcade tickets for them, and crossed our fingers that they would be inside the goodie bags we received at birthday parties. We carried them in our pockets and bounced them wherever we went. When my sister competed in gymnastics meets, we would take our bouncy balls and throw them around the auxiliary gym that was not being used for the competition. The collection is still intact in a large garbage bag at my parents’ house.

Soda Caps – Over three years ago, I mentioned the lengths my brother and I would go to collect caps off of plastic soda bottles. We would literally sift through public garbage cans to get them, not giving a damn about germs or stray trash. We participated in every promotion under the sun offered by Pepsi and Coca-Cola. Points! Points! Points! Friends and classmates would bring me handfuls of caps they saved just for me. Thankfully, you won’t find excess bottle caps left behind by yours truly at my parents’ house. Each one contributed to a prize of some sort (and that is for a whole different blog post).

So, in closing, I want to commend my brother for having the intelligence to turn down my offer. But, in all honesty, how much do you think those bouncy ball are worth? Don’t Blink.

I remember it well. Prior to asking my father-in-law if I could marry Sidney, I called him several days prior to arrange a time to meet with him. I actually extended the invite to my mother-in-law too but she thought it would be more appropriate for the two of us to meet one-on-one (wait, how did she know what was coming? Is it a giveaway to randomly call your girlfriend’s parents and awkwardly request a meeting with them?).

The afternoon of “our talk” I showed up at my in-law’s house pretty nervous. I walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. Mr. Sid (my wife is named after her dad) opened the door and warmly greeted me. He led me to the living room and after some small talk I launched into my speech. After I finished, he graciously approved my request to ask Sidney to marry me.

As the nerves and adrenaline started to subside, I went out to my car and brought in a cooler filled with some cold ones. Mr. Sid and I shared a few Michelob Ultras, Sidney’s favorite beer, and discussed life. At this time Sidney’s mom, Brenda, returned to the house and her suspicion was confirmed.

As we talked, I invited both my future in-laws to attend the actual proposal (pictured here after Sidney said “yes”).

In the newspaper today, there was an advice column that dealt with the necessity of asking a woman’s father for his approval before popping the question.

This was the exact question and response regarding the subject of asking permission to marry someone.

The reader said he wanted to ask permission from his girlfriend’s parents because it was the polite thing to do and because it would start the relationship with his future in-laws on a good note. His big dilemma was whether to do it in person or over the phone. He preferred to do it face-to-face but her parents lived far away with no future trips planned. The girlfriend was hoping for a summer proposal.

The advice columnist responded by shaming the tradition of asking the father’s permission, saying that it originated from a time when women were property and belonged to their parents. However, he did concede that it would be a gesture well-received by her parents. He replied that asking from a distance would be OK and even offered a solution on how to do it: Set up either a phone call or Facetime session by email, allowing some organization and build up to take place.

I wanted to briefly respond to both parts of the advice given by the columnist (Philip Galanes). Sometimes the reason why a tradition originated loses its meaning over time and the reason why it is sustained is due to other factors relevant to modern society. In this day and age, asking for permission to marry someone is smart and courteous. It allows the parents to give the requester insight gained from years of experience. Fathers and mothers have a good idea whether their daughter and significant other are ready for a lifelong commitment and trust should be placed in them for final guidance. Also, it is about respect. Tipping the daughter’s parents off before she is asked ensures that they won’t be shocked or caught off guard, something they will appreciate. Finally, if the parents are nice enough to help out with the wedding in any way, I feel it is absolutely paramount to ask for permission.

So I don’t think the tradition of asking parents for marital permission is outdated or degrading at all. It might not serve the exact same purpose it did hundreds of years ago, but it nonetheless serves an important (and different) purpose today.

I don’t think Galanes struck out with his advice though. I am glad he gave the reader the green light to ask for permission in a way that didn’t require him and the parents to be in the same room. In life, there are many important situations when talking to someone face-to-face is preferred. But if geographic limitations exist, you still have to communicate somehow. Recently, my brother asked his girlfriend to marry him. Because he lives in Washington state and his future in-laws live in Florida, he asked via phone rather than waiting until earlier this summer when they visited Spokane. I don’t see anything wrong with that.

In my mind, the suggestion by Galanes to possibly ask for permission via video call was genius. By Facetiming or Skyping the father, the reader still has to look him in the eye and make his body language convey the exact same sentiment he is expressing verbally.

Asking for permission to marry someone is something you will always remember––and it is something the parents will always remember as well. It is important to do, regardless of whether you are able to do it in person or not. Don’t Blink.

Good evening, my friends. I could start by talking about how the summer is flying by but I want to be more optimistic; it is still July so start living for the moment! Also, start living for this Thursday Rundown because I have five topics ready for you…

Sloan’s First Time Bowling – Although we took Sloan to a bowling alley a little over a year ago, last Friday was the first time she bowled herself. Going on the adventure was my idea, I thought the new 810 bowling alley right by CCU would be a great environment for her to hit the lanes for the first time. We set Sloan up with a bowling ramp, an aid that allows those not strong enough to hold/throw a ball to just push it (unfortunately, they are surprisingly inaccurate). Even with the gutter balls and frustration of having to take turns, Sloan had a blast. As for Sid and I? Let’s put it this way…it was a lot of work!

Sloan bowled for the first time this past weekend at 810 in Conway.

Screaming Ice Cream Deal – Every weekend, Kroger and Fred Meyer stores offer really good deals on a particular item. The latest featured product was ice cream! Cartons of Kroger ice cream were on sale for 99¢. These deals always start on Friday and end on Saturday. After I worked out on Friday morning, I stopped by the Kroger right next to our house on the way home. Not wanting the best flavors to be picked over, I waited in the parking lot until the store opened at 6 a.m. I went right inside and purchased five cartons (the limit) from the fully stocked coolers. Our freezer is now crammed with ice cream and Sloan loves the Unicorn Swirl flavor I purchased just for her.

he five cartons of ice cream I bought from Kroger on Friday.

Christmas in July – There is no denying it, Christmas in July is more mainstream than ever. For example, Hallmark is showing holiday movies non-stop this week and today Sloan’s daycare had a Christmas in July celebration. Personally, I don’t like it. Not only is it not Christ’s birthday in July, but I feel it cheapens the Christmas spirit in general. The anticipation and joy of the holiday should come once a year, not twice. With that said, in exactly five months we will be celebrating the real Christmas.

I am not a fan of Christmas in July.

Bicentennial – It is not unusual for someone to ask Are there actually any Catholics in South Carolina? Well, the answer is yes, in large part because there are Catholics everywhere –– to the tune of 1.2 billion on the planet. But, in relation to this country, there are fewer in this state than others (10% of South Carolina citizens are Catholic, ranking it 40th in the United States). With that said, the Diocese of Charleston, which covers the entire state, has a very rich history. We just started celebrating our bicentennial anniversary. The yearlong series of events and observances will culminate on July 20, 2020, with the celebration of the diocese’s founding by Pope Pius VII on July 11, 1820. The history of the Diocese of Charleston, especially those first years, is fascinating, and would be of interest to Catholics and non-Catholics alike.

The Diocese of Charleston is celebrating its 200th anniversary.

National Refreshment Day – Out of the 10 or so “national days” being celebrated today, National Refreshment Day is one of them. Earlier this year, I wrote about my top five favorite refreshments. On the list was the Sonic Slush. It just so turned out that I finally had my first Slush of the summer this past weekend. After a long and hot (but very fun) day on the boat and at the beach, we went through the Sonic drive-thru. I got blue coconut and Sid ordered grape. Because we didn’t need another mess in the back seat, we got Sloan water. Although I can’t speak for Sloan, our Slushes sure hit the spot!

I happily sipped my blue coconut Slush this past Saturday.

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Another summer weekend is on tap. I suggest you spend it in a swimsuit, not a red and green ugly sweater. Talk soon. Don’t Blink.

What do you do when your favorite social media channel decides to take away your consistent ego boost? Or, from a professional standpoint, what about the rudimentary metric that is supposed to define whether or not you are managing the company’s social media presence correctly?

I love Instagram. A lot has changed with the platform since this photo was taken in 2012 (much more than just my uploaded images count).

You freak out, right?

Whispered about for a long time now, Instagram is finally taking steps to possibly completely eliminate the external indicator of how many “likes” an image receives. Instagram vloggers won’t be spared –– the video view count will also be a casualty. The social media giant has now started testing a no  likes/views platform in seven different countries (Australia, Brazil, Canada, Ireland, Italy, Japan, New Zealand). Yikes, I feel bad for the proud puppy owners and body builders in those places!

Recently, Instagram announced that it in several countries it is testing its service without revealing “likes” to followers.

When I first heard about the development, I wasn’t too thrilled. As I mentioned, the number of “likes” (I will stop with the quotation marks from here on out) is the most basic of analytics. Although it can be overblown, the like count of an image is an important big picture summary of how a piece of content performed. Although any social media professional worth a darn will look at more complex analytics to truly evaluate a piece of content, we are lying if we tell you that we don’t look at likes.

This is what it looks like when you can’t see the “likes” on a photo. Caption and comments are still there but not a like count.

I was bummed by the news from a personal angle as well. I think people who post important or good content, no matter how trivial or superficial the act is, should be rewarded by the collective tapping of hearts by their peers.

But, like with many “major” social media changes, the rollout isn’t always as devastating as the rumor. If you caught it earlier, Instagram is taking away the external indicator of likes/views. That means your ex won’t be able to see how many people are liking your posts, but you still will be able to.

Don’t lose all hope. Even though your followers won’t be able to see your photo likes, you will still be able to.

This is a compromise I can deal with.

When pressed, I will say that people and brands deserve to flaunt the likes they receive for all to see. There is no debating it, there is a feeling of importance and victory that comes with a popular image, and, like I have already said, I don’t have a problem with people being rewarded for building an audience and delivering good content.

But I understand the other side as well. Removing “likes” (sorry, have to go back to the quotation marks––they just provide clarity) from public view will make many people feel more comfortable and empowered to use social media, because let’s face it: getting a lot of likes feels good, but not getting a lot can feel bad. I know this might seem like fostering a culture where everyone gets a trophy (or, perhaps, where no one get a trophy?), but I think this is one case where we can err on the side of appeasing the emotional well-being of others.

From my professional social media director perspective, I can’t get too bent out of shape about it. I will still have full knowledge of the “likes” our content is generating, which is pretty much all I can really ask for. If anything, the change might decrease the pressure of my job. Although I truly do love the competition/challenge, I won’t feel like the campus community and/or other universities are scrutinizing the performance of every post that goes up.

In the end, my thoughts on this might not even matter. Instagram is just testing this out. However, if the “like” count does disappear one day, I won’t be surprised and my self-esteem won’t be shattered. Don’t Blink.

Earlier this month when my brother and his fiancée visited, I wasn’t the only one who received a wedding party proposal. The day before I was asked to be Glen’s best man, the engaged couple popped a particular question to Sloan as well.

An hour or so after Glen and Carrie arrived at our house, they slipped down the hallway where Sloan’s room is. With it being the same hallway where the guestroom is located, I thought they were just unpacking. With the duo absent, I watched TV while Sloan entertained herself in the playroom.

About 10 minutes later, they resurfaced and Carrie took Sloan by the hand. My brother followed them while Sidney and I followed behind Glen. As we came to the start of the hallway, I could see the beginning of a trail of pink flower petals.

Flower petals were placed in the hallway (Wondering why this image and most of the ones to follow are such bad quality? Most of these images I captured from the video that Glen took).

The petals led to the door of Sloan’s room. With Glen filming the whole thing, I knew something was up. Carrie let Sloan open the door…

Carrie let Sloan open the door to see what was going on inside.

The petal trail grew thicker and led to a stool in Sloan’s room. On the stool was a gift bag. At this point I realized what was happening. Claiming complete ignorance, I had no idea what was going on until the door opened…Sid couldn’t believe how stupid I was when I admitted it to her.

At this point, I knew what was going on.

Propped up against the gift bag was a card. Sloan grabbed the card and handed it to Carrie who opened it up. Sloan’s future aunt read the card aloud, which asked if our daughter would want to be a flower girl at their wedding next July.

Sloan being asked “The Question.”

Sloan accepted :)

Inside the bag were a few different mementos…you know, flower girl stuff? Of course she was given a bouquet…

Sloan was given a bouquet that she allowed Uncle Glen to smell.

…a cute holder to toss her petals from…

Sloan was given this holder to throw her petals from.

…and an official flower girl t-shirt.

Sloan will share flower girl duties with her cousin, Mikayla, who is modeling the shirt that Sloan received as well.

The best part is that she gets to share her flower girl duties with her cousin, Mikayla! Because Sloan has a whole year to prepare and because she will be working with her cousin, I think Glen and Carrie can be 100% confident that the flower girl role will be adequately covered for their big day.

Thank you to Glen and Carrie for making Sloan feel special! She is so happy to be part of the wedding. One thing is for sure, our little girl loves the spotlight! Don’t Blink.

For those on the East Coast, I hope you are handling this heat wave the best you can. Take advantage of air conditioning and stay hydrated! It is a Thursday so let’s get rolling with tonight’s five topics.

All Pink – Over four years ago, I wrote about the glee I felt when I opened a fun-sized Starburst package to find that both pieces were the pink flavor. For those who are familiar with the candy, the pink pieces are without question the best. Well, no longer do you have to leave it up to chance when it comes to scoring the best flavor. You can now buy a full-sized Starburst roll of all pink candies without worry of ever getting an orange or yellow.

What a great idea it was to make an all pink Starburst package!

Old – Earlier this week, I did what just about every American did and I aged myself using FaceApp. It was a little shocking to me, don’t know if I really like what I saw. At least my wife did––she said I will make a handsome old man. I sent the photo to our Reser Pride text message group and my sister said she doubts I will have that much hair. The app definitely provided our laughs for the week.

I look pretty weathered in this FaceApp photo.

Beach Day – Sidney is notorious for expressing her dislike for the beach. Despite having one of God’s great creations practically in our backyard, we seldom go. However, we did spend some quality time with the Atlantic Ocean this past weekend. We met Sid’s parents and her sister’s family at 44th Avenue. It was so refreshing to cool off in the water and pounce on the sand.

We had a great beach day on Saturday.

Movies – Let me ramble about movies for just a minute. We watched “Best of Enemies” last night and really enjoyed it. The way conflict resolution is portrayed in relation to a major civil rights issue was really interesting. But nothing compares to the film’s touching moments..so impactful! We also rented “Little” which was good for a few laughs. On Netflix I watched “The Informant,” a Matt Damon movie from 2009. If you have a couple hours to spare, go ahead and watch it, the deception is captivating! Finally, thanks to Timehop, I learned that 29 years ago “Arachnophobia” came out. It was just another reminder that I am old because I remember watching it with my friend during one of my first sleepovers. John Goodman and Jeff Daniels for the win!

I don’t have arachnophobia. I am more scared of bugs.

Tee Ball – In case you haven’t noticed, the past couple weeks I have struggled to find a fifth topic to write about. How can you tell? Well, I have resorted to throwback photos. This latest image shows me suited up for tee ball. We were the Expos and I am pretty sure I wasn’t all that good. I also wore my hat, as Sidney would describe it, “like a grandpa.”

Wearing my hat like a grandpa back when I was probably 5 or 6.

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As always, it is a pleasure. Stay cool this weekend and I will catch up with everyone next week. Don’t Blink.

In the world of chips, I think there is a certain type that is underrated. I am talking about the jalapeno chip. Although this variety has made strides in recent years––you can now pick up a bag at Subway for instance––it still battles for respect.

The best chip is the jalapeno chip.

However, the jalapeno chip doesn’t need to prove anything to me. There is no other crunchy snack I prefer more. The texture, spice, and heat combine to make jalapeno chips my favorite.

But make no mistake about it, not all jalapeno chips are created equal. Because the snack isn’t as mainstream as tortilla chips or cheese curls, there is no national-leading jalapeno chip that leads the way and spawns similar-tasting imitators. Because of this, you have a lot of variance in the jalapeno chip world. In fact, the different tastes are so diverse that you need someone well-versed in the extraordinary chemistry of the snack to properly rank them.

Someone like me.

After bottled water and beer taste tests, my future sister-in-law conducted a jalapeno chip examination. As with the previous two, I was once again the one sitting at the table doing the testing!

When my brother and Carrie visited us, she had six bags of jalapeno chips sent to our home (four bags of the same brand, one bag of another, and one bag of another). The package arrived in the mail about the time their plane touched down in Myrtle Beach and the taste test was conducted a few days later when we had some downtime.

Carrie sent a package to our house that contained these six bags of chips.

I was blindfolded and fed the three different brands of chips. It was quite exhilarating. Now, I understand that 98% of my readers couldn’t give a Dorito about jalapeno chips but please humor me. Let me quickly (and I mean quickly) rank the three brands I taste tested.

Taking off the blindfold to view the brands I had tasted.

1. Tim’s Cascade Jalapeno Chips – It was no contest. The thick, crunchy texture of the actual chip stuck out to me at the onset. Then, a second later, the one-of-a-kind bold and spicy taste registered within my palate. About 30 seconds later came the runny nose. It was the classic triple play! Tim’s wins for chip composition, flavor, and heat. It just sucks because this particular brand is only available on grocery shelves in the Pacific Northwest. The rest of the country doesn’t know what it is missing.

A look at how the taste test was laid out.

2. Kettle Brand Jalapeno Chips – These chips were kettle baked but noticeably thinner than Tim’s. The flavor was good but milder and less smoky than my top choice. If you don’t want to sweat, Kettle Brand is for you.

3. Cape Cod Kettle Cooked Sweet and Spicy Jalapeno Chips – In my opinion, jalapeno chips are meant to be spicy…not sweet. The description on the bag of the chips is no lie, you can definitely taste the sweetness. I was not privy to the brands of chips Carrie had ordered prior to the taste test, so I was actually a little confused at first when I tasted the Cape Cod version. Although not a bad snack to munch on, these flimsy chips were demoted to the third spot in the rankings.

Taking off the blindfold to view the brands I had tasted.

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Thank you once again to Carrie for allowing me to be the start of a well-facilitated organized taste test. Also, thank you for gifting us with FOUR party sized bags of Tim’s Cascade Jalapeno Chips, there is no better taste of home! Don’t Blink.

Today our University Marketing and Communication Office held its annual summer lunch. Martha Hunn, our interim vice president and chief communication officer, once again outdid herself by making a delicious Southern meal for all of us in the department. We were treated to BBQ pork, baked beans, pecan sweet potatoes, cole slaw, and banana pudding!

A look at our conference room as people started to filter in for the UMARK+COMM lunch. Can you see me creeping in the corner? (photo cred: Tad).

But tonight I want to talk about another tasty Southern meal I enjoyed yesterday evening. Sidney’s family celebrated the end of the weekend by preparing a Low Country Boil. Now for my local readers, you are probably very familiar with this unique feast. However, if you are from the West you probably have no idea what those three words mean.

This was the Low Country Boil that my father-in-law cooked up yesterday.

A Low Country Boil can also go by names such as Frogmore Stew or Beaufort Stew but the concept is the same: A plethora of ingredients are boiled in a large pot of water over an outdoor cooker. Seasonings are added and a unique flavor is produced. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself. Don’t you want to know what the ingredients actually are?

I hope you like shrimp, red potatoes, sausage, and corn on the cob!

Well, I hope you like a couple of those foods at least. To be honest, I don’t care for shrimp but I still thoroughly enjoyed the Boil. You see, although the ingredients are cooked together, it is very easy to just grab what you want.

I don’t like shrimp, but I was still able to enjoy the Low Country Boil simply by choosing the food I wanted to eat. This was my boat.

Ah yes, that brings me to discussing how the dish is eaten. A Low Country Boil is just as much a social event as it is a meal. Once it is prepared, the large platter is placed in the middle of a table for people to serve themselves. It is not unusual for those partaking in the meal to eat standing up at the serving table. It is also very common for the contents of the Boil to be poured out of the platter completely and spread across the newspaper-covered serving table.

Low Country Boils might not be that appealing to children, so it is good to offer an alternative dish as well. Last night, Sloan ate popcorn chicken.

Last night we took a different approach. We put our contents in boats and then sat down at the kitchen and dining room tables of my sister-in-law’s house to eat. As I mentioned above, it was very simple to only select the specific portions of the Boil that I wanted to enjoy.

Our family gobbled up last night’s Low Country Boil.

What a treat it was! My father-in-law cooked the Boil and it was one of the best things I have eaten in a long time. We topped off the family dinner with peach cobbler.

We topped off our Southern dinner with a Southern dessert…peach cobbler!

Looking for something fun to serve as you enjoy the second half of summer? Impress your family and friends by making a Low Country Boil! Don’t Blink.

It seems like just a couple minutes ago I was writing my Fourth of July Thursday Rundown and here I am writing my next one. That week sure went by fast! Here come five topics…

Souvenir Cups – Usually when I go somewhere like a stadium or theme park, the best souvenirs for me are a bunch of photos. I don’t usually spend time (and waste money) in gift shops. However, there is one material item I do sometimes bring back with me…souvenir cups! If a soda is offered in a souvenir cup, I will usually pay the extra couple dollars and get it. Not only do you get a refreshing drink to enjoy in the venue but you also get something to bring home with you. At our house, we use them! Our cupboard is full of cups from various places. Earlier this week, we added another one to the collection after our outing to the Myrtle Beach Pelicans game.

This is my latest souvenir cup! It has already been put in our drinkware circulation.

Making the Today Show – In the past, I have had success with my tweets being shared on videoboards at concerts, retweeted by celebrities, and used by major companies. However, I never had a tweet make the Today Show…until last week. On Friday, Toby Keith performed three songs on the show, all sandwiched between commercial breaks. I tweeted my admiration for him during his first song. By the time Today came back from the commercial break and Toby started his second song, my Twitter handle and tweet appeared on the lower third of the screen for a national audience to see. I may have danced around the living room when I saw it, much to the chagrin of my wife.

My tweet made the Today Show on July 5 2019!

Creating a Mess – We praised Sloan for her calm behavior as an infant, but we can’t exactly do the same now that she is a toddler. Our daughter has a mild case of the “terrible twos” but we love her for it. She keeps us on our toes and constantly makes us laugh (when she is making us pull our hair out). These below photos are from Publix when she proceeded to take tubes of fireworks off the shelves and place them in a nice design on the floor.

Sloan creating a mess at Publix.

Wacko Wardrobe – Six years ago, I posted this photo to my Instagram account. I joked that I had such a sour look on my face because of the clothes I was wearing. The best comment I received underneath the post was from my friend Kenny. Living in the Rose City at the time, he said my outfit was “in style” by Portland standards. Well, a long time has passed since then so I doubt that is no longer the case. At least I was a trendsetter for a short minute.

What do you think of my outfit?

The Skeptic In Me – Clickbait got the best of me and I followed a link that took me to a story about a 187-year-old tortoise named Jonathan. I know that turtles live really long and I don’t dispute the fact that Jonathan is that old. However, I am a little skeptical about the claim that the photo purportedly from 1886 is actually Jonathan. To me, it seems like it could be any turtle that has lived over the past 200 years, nothing really distinguishes it as the turtle in the current photo. I am also not 100% convinced that the photo is actually from 1886. What do you think? Just because I sometimes call B.S. on this stuff doesn’t mean you have to.

The photo on the left is from 1886 and the photo on the right is present day. It is of the same turtle.

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I am working the concession stand with my Knights of Columbus brothers at the Myrtle Beach Pelicans game tonight so I got to go! Hope everyone has a nice weekend and I look forward to touching base next week. Don’t Blink.