
By the Number
91
Minutes legendary magician Harry Houdini spent underwater in a sealed coffin before emerging unharmed during his last public escape.
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By the Number
91
Minutes legendary magician Harry Houdini spent underwater in a sealed coffin before emerging unharmed during his last public escape.


Paint the town any color
Be who you want to be,
Let no one stop you.
Chase your dreams like stars that shine,
Dance through life, let your heart align.
With every step, let joy unfold,
In a world of colors, bright and bold.

I am not a charity case
where you can do what you please with.
See me as my own person
who has feelings and thoughts of my own.
I have dreams that I cherish,
And hopes that ignite my soul,
Respect my journey, my choices,
For I am striving to be whole.

Groaners: World’s Best of Bad Jokes and Puns
Q: Why is camping not for everyone?
A: It’s too in-tents.

This one is the previous week’s

There once was a cat named Dutch,
Whose soft fur was pleasing to touch.
With a purr and a blink,
He’d make you think,
That cuddles were worth every such.

In the hush of twilight’s glow,
Where shadows of possibility flow,
We set our sails on whispered dreams,
Through realms where nothing’s as it seems.
Cascading reflections, light and dark,
Each wave a tale, each swell a spark,
Beneath the surface, our spirits roam,
In waters deep, we craft our home.
With the essence of a dreamer’s heart,
We navigate the unknown’s art,
A compass forged in hope and grace,
A journey boundless through time and space.
Each horizon calls, a siren’s song,
In solitude where we belong,
The unseen voyage, vast and wide,
In every heartbeat, it will abide.
So let the winds of fate be free,
For in this voyage, you and me,
We’ll chart the stars, let passions collide,
In this unseen journey, we’ll forever glide.

Fun Fact
Ferdinand Porsche, who established the automobile company that bears his name, created the first hybrid gasoline-electric vehicle. This pioneering car, called the Lohner-Porsche Mixte Hybrid, began production in 1900.


Solitude is what I need
But unable to do so,
Many people pulling me
In different directions—
What am I to do?
A whisper of silence calls,
Yet chaos fills the air,
With every voice that beckons,
I feel the weight of care.
I seek a quiet moment,
A place to catch my breath,
Where thoughts can flow like water,
Untangled, free from stress.
But in this bustling whirlwind,
I’ll find a little space,
To ground myself in stillness,
And embrace my slower pace.
For in the heart of chaos,
A spark of peace can grow,
And solitude can blossom,
In pockets, soft and slow.
So here, amidst the noise,
I’ll carve my sanctuary,
And cherish every heartbeat,
In sweet, sweet reverie.

Soft beams through the leaves,
Whispers of morning’s embrace,
Nature’s warm caress,
In the glow, all fears dissolve,
Hearts awaken to the light.

235 Years ago, on…
August 2, 1790
The first official U.S. census was conducted. The recorded population at the time was 3,929,214


I wander off in my own mind
Chasing shadows that fate has defined.
In the silence, a truth I hope to find.