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The story began when a guy named Jamal Hinton received a random text from a woman named Wanda Dench. Seems Wanda had texted him mistakenly. Here’s here initial text:

 

Jamal, perplexed, of course asked who the heck was sending him this text, since he knew no Amanda nor Justin. He was answered, and the following conversation ensued:

Wanda complied:

Of course Jamal couldn’t resist responding, and Wanda did too:

So, this happened:

Long story short, the initial text came in 2016 and Jamal has gone to his second grandma’s house every year since:

I’ve never understood racism and I never will, but in these sensitive times a story of how one kind, simple gesture can lead to a friendship sure makes me feel good.

Happy Holidays everyone.

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My favorite part is the first thing MJ said to AI on an NBA court: “What’s up ya little bitch?”

Here’s the dilly. Mandarin Ducks are native to East Asia and they don’t migrate anywhere close to New York City, yet this little bro is cruising around Central Park like he owns the place. Because of this birders everywhere are losing their gourds. How did he get there? Was he someone’s pet? Is he lost? Was he heading for Changchun and got caught up in a strong westerly headwind? Did he escape from the Tang Pavilion Restaurant over on 55th? The mystery deepens.

PS- Damn that’s a beautiful duck. Just regal like you read about. Too bad Trump has already ordered that it be deported.

PPS- Or would that be an easterly headwind? Could go either way I guess?

PPPS- Seriously, Central Park instead of some little pond in New Jersey? What are the odds?

PPPS- You know some bro from up in Queens is going to come forward and say, “Hey, that’s Hank! I brought him home from my trip to Taipei!” New Yorkers, man.

UPDATE: He has a tag on his leg. Stay tuned.

See how my people censored the photos? Crack staff indeed.

Toronto, Canada: Visitors were enjoying a monthly jazz night at Ripley’s Aquarium, in Toronto, Canada, last Friday when a man decided to skinny dip. He didn’t seem to have a worry in the world despite being circled by two sharks. Onlookers seemed equally shocked by his foolishness and nakedness. Security at the aquarium were not pleased with his antics and a video showed them telling him to get out. The exhibitionist seemed to be following their orders but inexplicably dived back into the water moments later. Guards made sure they secured him when he got out again and escorted him away.

Oh my. Where to start? First of all, I think it should be posted at all zoos and aquariums that if you enter a wild animal habitat you are 100% on your own. No discussion, no debate. No other human should be subjected to danger because of your stupidity. Secondly, I’m sure glad that security was “not pleased with his antics.” Had they been pleased they’re probably not very good at securitying. I’ll also pat the onlookers on the back for being “shocked by his foolishness and nakedness.” Seems like an appropriate reaction. Finally, why do crazy people take their clothes off before doing something crazy? There has to be some psychological reason for this, no?

PS- Jazz night indeed.

Technology & Science: An unusual visitor has been hanging out in the St. Lawrence River for the past three years: A Narwhal, more than 700-miles south of its usual range.  But the lone narwhal is not alone — it appears he has been adopted by a band of Belugas. Narwhals live in the icy waters of the Arctic, including those surrounding parts of Canada, Norway, Greenland and Russia. They typically don’t range any farther south than northern Quebec’s Ungava Bay, located south of the southern tip of Baffin Island. In the drone footage captured by GREMM researchers and posted on their website Whales Online, a pod of nine or 10 Belugas swim closely together near the surface, rolling and rubbing against each other. “They are in constant contact with each other,” Michaud said. “It’s a like a big social ball of young juveniles that are playing games.” Nobody is sure how the little Narwhal ended up so far south, but he’s been accepted by the group and has even picked up their habits.

Well, well, well. In a world divided by race, politics and religion, along come the animals to show us how it’s done. Different colored little dude comes rolling in one day, appearing a little weird with a 3-foot tusk jutting out of his head, but do you think these baby Belugas give a tuna’s ass? Hells to the nah. They accepted the little lost bro like he’s one of their own and now he’s swimming merrily along with his gang, just rolling and rubbing against each other like best bud Belugas do. Animals, man. Just telling Trump to suck it like you read about.

PS- Honestly, do you think the Belugas are talking behind the Narwhal’s back? “Hey Ned, what’s the deal with that horn sticking out of Barry’s head? Dude looks like Janet had sex with a swordfish or something.”

PPS- There are whales in the St. Lawrence River? What the hell?


What follows are the first few words of The Crisis, Thomas Paine’s first article in a series of articles called The American Crisis. These words helped galvanize our country in its battle for independence from Britain at a time when our situation was looking extremely bleak. These words still ring true today, nearly 242-years later . . .

December 23, 1776

These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly . . .

Amazing, powerful words indeed. A couple days later, on the evening of December 25th and morning of the 26th, George Washington turned around after having been pursued by the British Army for weeks. He crossed the Delaware, attacked the dreaded Hessians, won a stunning victory, and ignited a fire of hope within the American cause. The rest, as they say, is history.

Sometimes when you’re way behind, everything in your body is telling you to quit. Here are 5 people who didn’t.

“From the depths of hell!”

From 5th to 1st in the last lap.

Ohio University’s Dave Wottle wins Olympic Gold in the 800-meter run.

And finally, the legendary comeback by the USA’s Billy Mills. “Look Mills! Look at Mills! LOOM AT MILLS!”

When the late great legend Burt Reynolds passed away a couple days ago I was reminded that his college roommate was ESPN’s Lee Corso, which is almost too cool to imagine. Because of this I began wondering what other famous people roomed together, so I put my crack staff here at Shoe: Untied on the case. What they found boggled my mind, blew my gourd and made me question the existence of all that is holy.

Ok, maybe that’s a stretch, but there were some surprises. Take a gander . . .

Burt Reynolds & Lee Corso 

As I’ve already mentioned, Burt and Lee roomed together at Florida State in the late 50s when both played on the football team. Reynolds got hurt, and legend has it the Corso encouraged him to pursue his dream of becoming a movie star. The rest, as they say, is history.

Al Gore & Tommy Lee Jones

W-h-u-u-u-u-t? Yep, these guys were roomies at Harvard in the late 1960s. Tommy Lee was, like Burt Reynolds, a football star-turned-actor and Al was, well, the future Vice President of the USA. Jones went on to make cool movies like Men in Black, The Fugitive and Space Cowboys while Gore ended up winning the Nobel Peace Prize, combating climate change and getting screwed out of the 2000 General Election. Power couple, man.

 

Stevie Nicks, Lindsay Buckingham & Warren Zevon

Oh, how I would have loved to have hung out in that apartment. Back in the early 70s, and before they all hit it big, Zevon slept on Stevie and Lindsay’s couch for a few months. Seems Warren was struggling financially and the couple invited him to crash in their NYC pad. Little did they know what lie ahead. For Nicks and Buckingham it was Fleetwood Mac, for Zevon it was Werewolves of London, Excitable Boy and the rest. Stevie even went on to cover Warren’s song “Reconsider Me” in the early 90s. Good stuff.

David Lynch & Peter Wolf

Wow. Imagine hanging with these two at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston in the late 60s. Lynch would turn into an amazing director of movies like Eraserhead, Blue Velvet and Mulholland Drive while Wolf would become the lead singer of the freakin’ J. Geils Band. Listen to this cool story of how they met, as recounted by Wolf:

“The first day I arrived back in Boston, I stayed at the Y.M.C.A. for one night, because that’s the most I could afford. The next night I spent sleeping on the Charles River. The third day, since it was raining, I knew I needed to find a place quick. I spent a good deal of time at the school’s hallway bulletin board looking over the “roommates wanted” list, when a voice behind me asked if I was looking to find a roommate. That person turned out to be David Lynch. So that night I moved into his one-bedroom apartment on Hemenway Street. We slept in bunk beds.”

Fate, man.

John Cusack & Jeremy Piven

Oh boy. These guys had to be trouble, amirite? Turns out they grew up in the same hometown of Evanston, Illinois and were childhood buddies. Then, they shared an apartment in the Big Apple. The story has a sad ending though, at least for now. The two had a falling out, reportedly because Cusack resented Piven’s success in the 2000s. Makes zero sense to me and I hope to God it’s wrong because I think both of them are great.

We also found a few more, not-quite-so-interesting roomies:

Tony Dungy & Flip Saunders

Yep, former head coach Dungy of the NFL Colts and Saunders of the NBA Timberwolves roomed together at the University of Minnesota. Tony had to be a boring-ass roommate, man.

Joe Montana & Charlie Weis

NFL Hall of Famer Montana and failed Notre Dame coach Weis roomed together in South Bend wile in college at ND. Weis probably ate all the food.

Ryan Gosling & Justin Timberlake

I was going to make a joke about all the ladies these two had to be pulling in, and then I learned they were both Mouseketeers at the time and were like 13-years old. Then again . . .

Christopher Reeve & Robin Williams

These guys roomed together at Julliard and stayed close. Williams even covered some of Reeves’ medical expenses after he was paralyzed. Reportedly he caused Reeve to smile for the first time after his accident. Cool.

Tom Izzo & Steve Mariucci

This pair roomed together at Northern Michigan and used to talk about becoming big-time coaches. Of course, Izzo ended up as head basketball coach at Michigan State and Mariucci coached the San Francisco 49ers and Detroit Lions. Their dreams became reality.

Gene Hackman & Dustin Hoffman

The story is that Hoffman slept on Hackman and his wife’s floor in NYC in the 50’s for a few weeks until he wore out their patience. They kicked him out and he was replaced by another actor – Robert Duvall.

Kiefer Sutherland & Robert Downey Jr.

Robert and Kiefer shared an apartment in LA for three years in the ’80s before making it big. Robert was going through a rough patch with girlfriend Sarah Jessica Parker at the time, and Kiefer was a shoulder to cry on. True story.

Me & Jed

Back in the late 70s I shared an apartment with a guy who had several college degrees and was smarter than just about any human I’ve ever known before or since. I, on the other hand, had flunked out of OU and only cared about the Tuesday Night Drink ‘n Drown at the Serene Lounge on High Street. Talk about an odd couple. Seriously, Jed was and is a great guy and I have some great memories of the year we spent just off Ohio State campus.

Anyway, surprising roommates. This site is nothing if not eclectic.

Admit it. You think of Labor Day as a 3-day vacation, right? That long weekend that signifies the end of summer? Don’t feel too badly, we all do. But there is a reason we have the day off, you know. I’m sure most of us understand that the holiday has something to do with the American worker, but few know how it actually came into existence.

The truth is that the holiday came from a time when businesses were bullying workers and our government wasn’t doing much to stop it. It all started with a really bad recession in the late 1800s that reduced demand for railway cars. This prompted Chicago railway gazillionaire George Pullman to lay off workers and/or cut back pay. Not good, especially at a time when folks were struggling to get by anyway. That said, it was a business decision. Anyway, because of this a bunch of his workers went on strike. The American Railway Union, who was obviously on the worker’s side, refused to handle Pullman cars which put a real damper on commerce in many parts of the country.

Bottom line, the whole situation pissed off the workers everywhere, who were finally fed up with the treatment they’d been receiving from industry owners who usually lived in some distant city and gave the impression they gave less than a damn about them.

Because of all this, Pullman workers started a strike in May 1894. They quit showing up for work, demanding better working conditions, better wages, and most importantly an 8-hour work day.

This caused quite an uproar in Congress, and as a nod of appreciation for the American worker they passed legislation making the first Monday of every September a day to recognize them. Woohoo! That’ll settle those rascals down! They politicians were basically giving to pat to the American worker’s head and telling him/her to take a day off once a year and relax, we’ll all salute you and it’ll all be fine.

It didn’t work. The workers kept striking.

In July, President Grover Cleveland sent the goddamn United States Army to Chicago to crush the strikers.

This just pissed the workers off even more, and within a day of the troops’ arrival angry mobs started tipping railroad cars and setting them on fire. Soldiers cracked down with bayonets and bullets but the rioting and property destruction worsened. Dozens of people ultimately died in Chicago and in other parts of the country. The government restored order by the fall, but Union leader Eugene Debs was eventually convicted of defying a court order and sent to prison.

I checked out the U.S. Department of Labor’s page on the history of Labor Day, and it says the holiday “is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers.”

It doesn’t mention the Pullman strike, workers dying or any labor problems at all.

The fact is that throughout American history our workers have had to fight to get better pay and shorter hours. Evenings and weekends weren’t just handed over by lawmakers and kind-hearted business owners. People died for your 8-hour work day.

So, Labor Day is much more than part of a 3-day weekend at the end of summer. It’s a day where we should all stop for a minute to reflect on the American worker who fought and died for decent hours and fairer wages, the men and women who made working in America better for all of us.

There are so many things about this video to like I don’t know where to start. It’s too perfect. The guy’s wife pays a man to kill him for two grand, he thinks that price is way too low, he’s a used car salesman because of course he is, that hair, that beard, he’s sweating like hell, the video is just perfect. Seriously, this guy is not upset his wife tried to have him murdered, he’s upset she didn’t take it seriously enough. “You get what you pay for.” That’s comedy gold.

 

I hate this guy.

Have you heard of Michael Sparks? No? He’s a guy who walked into a thrift store back in 2006, made a really cheap purchase, and soon discovered he’d found the mother of all finds. But first let us regress a couple years . . .

In the early 00s a Tennessean named Stan Caffy had been asked by his wife to clean out the garage and ditch all the junk he’d acquired through the years. He complied, and reluctantly took an old copy of the Declaration of Independence off his garage wall and donated it, along with other odds and ends, to a local thrift store. Caffy had bought the copy for $10 at a yard sale 10-years prior. Keep that in mind.

Soon thereafter, another Tennessean named Michael Sparks strolled into the same thrift store (the Music City Thrift Store in Nashville), a normal part of his weekly agenda. He picked up a candelabra, a set of salt and pepper shakers and that old copy of the U.S. Declaration of Independence.

He paid $2.48 for it.

I’ve seen Declarations of Independence in thrift stores before,” said Sparks. “This one was so beautiful I thought it was an engraving. I look for things that have quality to them. I decided to look into it further.”

Yep, what you are thinking is true. The copy happened to be one that John Quincy Adams commissioned William Stone to make in 1820. Stone finished printing just 200 copies in 1823. Only 35 of these documents were known to exist until Michael Sparks purchased number 36 at a freakin’ thrift store in Nashville, Tennessee for $2.48.

Read that again. Michael Sparks purchased one of the original copies of the Declaration of Independence for $2.48.

But wait, there’s more.

Although the original appraisal was for over $200,000, Sparks sold the artifact to a Utah investment firm for $477,650.00.

You read that right. $477,650.00.

Listen, I’m no math wizard, but I believe that’s a profit of $477,647.52 minus the auction house’s take and whatnot. Unbelievable.

And if Stan Caffy wasn’t feeling badly enough for giving away nearly half a million bucks, Michael Sparks left him with this zinger:

“I guess it just doesn’t pay to keep a clean house.”

Ouch. Unnecessary, Mike. Unnecessary.

So some guy on Reddit said he was pretty sure he saw Vincent Van Gogh on the subway in New York, posted a photo, and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t right. Forget the fact he’d be 165-years old now, that’s Van Gogh alright. Son of a bitch faked his own death and lives on like a boss in the Big Apple. Van Gogh, man.

“Move over Rafi, let the kids help!”

JAKARTA, Indonesia (AP) — A 23-foot long python has swallowed a woman in central Indonesia, a village official said Saturday. The victim, 54-year-old Wa Tiba, went missing while checking her vegetable garden near her village on Muna island in Southeast Sulawesi province on Thursday evening, according to the village chief, Faris. On Friday, her family went to look for her at the garden but found only her belongings, including sandals and a flashlight, said Faris, who uses a single name. The family and villagers launched a search for the woman, and found the snake with a bloated belly about 35-yards from where her belongings were found. The villagers killed the snake and carried it to the village. “When they cut open the snake’s belly they found Tiba’s body still intact with all her clothes,” Faris said. “She was swallowed headfirst.”

First off, big thanks Faris for letting us know which end went in first. I guess that is better than the alternative though? Helluva way for Wa Tiba to go in any event, amirite? Getting eaten by a python while checking your garden on Muna Island in Southeast Sulawesi? Yikes. And to think you believe you’re having a bad day because little Bryce doesn’t want to go to Camp Happy Hopes for 2-weeks. Anyway, I guess the moral of the story is that when in Indonesia checking on your veggies, keep your head on a swivel.

PS- How in the hell does a 23-foot long python sneak up on somebody? Slithering quietly like a mofo I guess. Chills, man.

If you’re one of those blind, cynical bastards who can’t see that these elephants are saluting the humans that saved their baby you can go straight to hell. Clearly they’re giving thanks to the people who saved that little elephant. If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times – years from now we’re going to finally understand the intelligence of animals and we’re going to shake our head at how we once treated them. Animals, man. God bless ’em.

Finally, we can all take a deep breath and relax. Our long national nightmare is over. The nuclear threat from North Korea has been neutralized thanks to the efforts of the Great Negotiator, the American Peacemaker, The National Voice of Reason. Yes ladies and gentlemen, God bless America and God bless Dennis Rodman. Now let’s all sit back and watch Trump try and take the credit.

PS- Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up. Trump is the leader of the free world and Dennis “The Worm” Rodman is at the center of achieving peace with North Korea. America, man.

In the days leading up to the royal wedding between Meghan Markle and Prince Harry, Thomas J. Mace-Archer-Mills was all over your television screens. You remember him. The dude with the tweed caps and bowties, heavy accent, just British like you read about. He was always identified as an expert on the monarchy.

Yeah, turns out Mace-Archer-Mills is actually an American guy from New York named Thomas Muscatello.

Oh, that’s too good.

Listen, Muscatello is an expert on the monarchy. He’s the founder and chairman of the British Monarchist Society and publishes Crown and Country magazine, which covers royal topics. Bro is even applying for British citizenship, and he found an elderly British man and woman who agreed he can call them his grandparents.

Well, that’s weird.

The story is that he’s been obsessed with the royals since he was a kid. While acting in “Oliver” in a high school play he learned all about British Royal history. And somehow, Muscatello uses this to land a job for himself as a royal consultant.

I don’t know, there’s just something about all the reverence and seriousness over this wedding that makes this funny. The “royal expert” everyone was breathlessly listening to was actually Tommy Muscatello from New York. You can’t make this stuff up, man.

Sure, put a ship nearby. What could go wrong? Wahoo and Umbrella were code names for two underwater tests conducted in 1958. Wahoo was conducted on May 16, 1958 and Umbrella was conducted on June 8, 1958. Pat Bradley, the cameraman who photographed these events recounts his first hand experience of seeing these tests and being on the island as the tests took place. Crazy stuff.

This dog saves his pal from drowning because that’s what dogs do, man. A cat would have probably put its paw on his friend’s head, held him under and gleefully watched him die. Dogs? They jump in and push their buddy back to safety, then hop out ready to frolic poolside. Dogs, man.

Pretty interesting.

We all need some uplifting photos from time to time, am I right? I’m here for you, kids. Click on the photos to read the captions.

Here’s the story. A stray dog had been sleeping in front of a bookstore in Brazil. He never bothered anyone, was friendly, and from time-to-time people would give him a scrap of food. Then one day he made his move. He snuck into the bookstore completely unnoticed and headed right to the shelves as if he was a normal customer. He then casually grabbed a book that he wanted and trotted out of the store. Eventually, somebody noticed him with the book and took it from him. As they did they were shocked to find out that the book that this lonely dog had stolen from the store was titled “Days of Abandonment,” which undoubtedly described the poor guy’s life perfectly. Coincidence? Probably. Fate? Maybe. Awesome? Hell yes. Bottom line, the dog became famous overnight and was adopted into a loving forever home. Check out the video and photos below. Way to go, dog.

Those who have read this site regularly over the past 6-years know well of the exploits of my beloved Sparky. The little guy has battled coyotes,  a horse-fly, sweepers, hobos, stingrays, the list is a long one. Little dude would battle a lion for me if he thought I was in danger.

Which brings me to his latest heroics.

This morning I let him out for a bit, then brought him back in to give him breakfast. Spark trotted off to the kitchen for a drink, and I stood there for a minute to turn on the TV. It was then I thought I felt something on my neck, but I reached up and nothing was there. I just figured it was a thread on my shirt or something and forgot about it. However, about a minute later I felt something on my left hand. I glanced down and to my horror, there on the back of my hand, was a spider the size of a golf ball. It was just sitting there looking up at me with its 12 damn eyes. I swear to God it was all swollen up like one of those you see on a YouTube video that people step on and a million little spiders come crawling out. Just horrifying, man.

We locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and at that point I may or may not have shrieked like a 9-year old girl. Then I violently shook my hand, trying to shake the monster off of me. It disappeared, but then a God-awful thing occurred – the beast was attached by a web strand and bounced right back at me. First it landed back on my chest, and I knocked it off. Then it dropped about halfway to the ground and snapped right back up at me, right towards my face. Luckily I batted it away, but it popped right back at me again like a freakin’ 8-legged yo-yo. The web was a like a rubber band I tell ya. It was an absolute nightmare come to life. .

Enter the Spark.

My best friend, who’d been in the kitchen getting a drink, had heard his buddy wailing away like a madman in the living room. He came bursting around the corner like a canine possessed, assessed the situation in about .3 seconds, and went into action. Before the fiend could launch another attack, land on my neck and administer a life-threatening bite, he met his match. Spark leapt up, grabbed it, and whipped it away. Hey, that web was strong but it was no match for the Spark’s fangs.

After he tossed it aside he immediately turned and found it on the floor, picked it up, and tossed it again. This happened 2 or 3 times. Now you know the Spark is smart, so what he did next shouldn’t surprise you. I opened the door, and he instinctively picked the monster up, ran outside and whipped it away into oblivion.

I actually went out and looked for it, but the demon was nowhere to be found. In my mind it’s still out there, planning its next attack.

Better think again, spider mutant. The Spark will be waiting.

PS- I swear Sparky knew not to actually bite the thing. He would sort of pick it up with his teeth and whip it away quickly. Spark, man.

Check out those eyes. Sparky knows things.

So here’s the story. A man in St. Louis bought a house only to find a Pit Bull had been left in the basement. Turns out a squatter had been living in the house, then took off and abandoned this poor dog for God knows how long. The guy immediately called Stray Rescue of St. Louis, who showed up to save this poor pup. Due to the dog’s sheer joy of being rescued and her constant leaping about, the rescuers dubbed her Jumping Bean. How could anyone leave a dog behind like this? Unimaginable. Glad this story had a happy ending, man. Here’s to Jumping Bean.

Admit it, you’ve never heard of Aloha Wanderwell, and that’s a damn shame. Here’s why . . .

Aloha Wanderwell was born on October 13th, 1906 in Winnipeg, Manitoba, and would later become a United States citizen. Keep in mind that this was 14-years before women were allowed to vote, kids. Also, her birth name was Idris Welsh bit that was way to boring for our girl. Hence Aloha.

Anyway, she went on to become an internationalist, explorer, author, filmmaker, and aviatrix, because of course she did. While still a teenager, Aloha began her adventuring career when she met her traveling companion Walter “Cap” Wanderwell, in 1922. Walter was married at the time but that didn’t last long after the arrival of Aloha. They married in 1925 and had two children. As they continued to travel the world, Aloha performed on stage doing travel lectures while next to her a silent movie, “Car and Camera Around the World”, played. The Wanderwells recorded their world journeys on 35mm nitrate and 16mm film, which all reside in the vaults at The Academy Film Archives out in Hollyweird. You can find some of the stuff on YouTube, and it’s cool as hell.

But that’s not all. In 1930 and 1931, Aloha learned to fly a German seaplane named “Junker” that she would later land on an uncharted part of the Amazon River. After landing they set up camp at a ranch in a place called Cuiabá. They made several flights with the seaplane, once running out of fuel on the Paraguay River and becoming stranded. At this point Aloha lived among the Bororo people for 6-weeks. She even recorded and documented her time spent with them. Tough lady indeed.

In 1932, her husband Walt was shot and killed on his yacht in Long Beach, California, but authorities are 39% sure Aloha didn’t do it. Aloha later married another dude named Walter, this time with the last name Baker, and continued her travels. She ultimately visited over 80 countries and 6 continents while driving over 500,000 miles. She’s listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the first woman to make that drive around the world. I presume she took a boat here and there, but with Aloha you never know.

So, let’s reiterate. Adventurer, around-the-world traveler, pilot, explorer, author, and film maker, all while the vast majority of women were staying at home, raising children and minding the house while their husband worked.

Quick note – You realize all of this was accomplished before Amelia Earhart, right? This was a woman way ahead of her time, folks.

Anyway, meet Aloha Wanderwell, forgotten American heroine. Amazing lady.

 

Yeah, you read that right. Here’s the lowdown . . .

Many of you have heard of Adam Vinatieri, the great NFL kicker who won the Super Bowl for New England back in 2002. Vinatieri has gone on to a Hall of Fame career with not only New England but also the Indianapolis Colts. Anyway, were it not for a fateful decision by General George Custer, Adam would not only have missed making the NFL, he wouldn’t even exist.

You see, Felix Vinatieri was Adam’s great-great grandfather. He was a musician and composer and served as George Armstrong Custer’s bandmaster during the Civil War general’s Indian campaign. Custer loved music and he believed the band boosted his troops’ morale and that they were good entertainment on long trips.

In the spring of 1876, when Custer led the Seventh Cavalry out of Fort Abraham Lincoln into North Dakota and its eventual destruction at the hands of Crazy Horse and his Sioux warriors, Custer decided that his band would stay behind.

Nobody is sure why he made this decision, but one thing is certain – had Felix Vinatieri not remained at Fort Lincoln, there probably wouldn’t be any Vinatieris, no Adam, and perhaps no Patriots 2002 Super Bowl victory.

And that’s how General George Armstrong Custer helped the New England Patriots win a Super Bowl.