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Walker photo credit: National Baseball Hall of FameOn Saturday, April 15, every major league baseball player on every team will wear the number 42 in honor of Jackie Robinson on the date he made history by breaking baseball's color barrier in 1947.   I had always assumed that the Black players had been barred from professional baseball going back to its earliest incarnations in the mid 19th century. I thought Robinson was the first African-American to play professional baseball.

Welcome to the second installment of ‘Before You Go’, our series where we invite someone we like and whose opinion we trust to pick one spot that they absolutely adore but that might be at greater risk at disappearing than it was a few years ago. It might be a small family-owned restaurant, a backstreet pub, or a community garden… Any kind of place of which there are far fewer of these days.

Thanks for the archive link. Regarding Drive to Survive, I've been interested in motorsport since I was a kid, but my partner, who's never had an interest, is now way more into F1 than I ever was. It's basically the ultimate reality show; unlike almost everything else in the genre which has to confect its drama, the drama was always there, waiting for cameras to come along and cover it.

I’m recovering from The Sale of the Century and wanted to recap a little bit…forgive me, I’m still sleeping and very foggy! Please watch #NEVERWORNS on YouTube…more episodes coming soon x. I took a break from #NEVERWORNS because….well, I was planning The Sale of the Century. It was a fever dream, featuring the goods my assistant and I cleaned out from Chloë Sevigny’s storage unit, the pouf-pumped closets of Lynn Yaeger and Sally Singer, the jewels of Mickey Boardman, and designs of The Academy New York by my friend Chelsea Zalopany’s man, Swaim Hutson.

I only went to Omaha once, in 2009. The economy was in shambles and I was about to graduate college. I was in love with a beautiful New Yorker, my future ex-wife, and equally seduced by the idea of becoming the next Warren Buffett. So I trekked to Nebraska carrying a copy of his brand new biography, Alice Schroeder’s The Snowball. On the day of the annual meeting, Buffett spent hours signing copies, including mine.

Hello my friends!  By now I hope you have had a chance to see some of my new TV show, José Andrés and Family in Spain. (Check it out! It is now streaming on Discovery+.) The show gives viewers a personal tour of my home country, Spain. I visit the places I grew up, where I worked, and meet old friends and family, all while making new memories with my daughters–and eating everything in sight.

One gray day in October 1988, a red helium balloon rose from the earth through drizzling rain, reaching the end of its 250-foot tether to show the crowd how high the tower would go. Peering from under umbrellas as they stood near heaps of rubble in downtown Spartanburg, South Carolina, a crowd of hundreds witnessed the groundbreaking of a monumental structure. They didn’t know it at the time, but they were standing at the base of the Denny’s Tower.

I am not personally on the TikTok device. I get sent some periodically and look at them, but I don’t have my own account. I realize a lot of “modern trends” (ha) come from there, even if the entire site is ostensibly Chinese propaganda. Share As I am also a child-less male, I’m not that up on motherhood trends writ large. Apparently there is something called a “beige mom” or “sad beige” or “sad beige mom” (combining all the terms), and it’s been trending since maybe mid-2023.

I am now an extremely niche internet microcelebrity. It is like having, in a small number of rooms, something strange on my face. I am spoken to stiltedly, and looked at with interest—most of it friendly, but not all of it. This surprises some parts of me and not others. When I was little, I assumed, to some degree, that I would be famous—for the glory of my visage, and my never-ending wit—and that I would date many other celebrities.