WITH today’s entry, the Salt Lake City Trappers’ bus heads to Medicine Hat in July 1988. The Trappers’ were the toast of the sports world the previous summer with 29 consecutive wins. The Blue Jays’ Pioneer League affiliate in The Hat were a miracle of another sort: the worst team in God’s creation. To get up to speed on how I wound up on the Trappers bus, look at two previous entries this week: On Tuesday, I dropped No.

Maximus Mischief retired to stud after a brief but brilliant four-start career. He won his first three races at age two, including the G2 Remsen Stakes, by a combined 17 lengths, stamping himself as one of the most exciting two-year-olds of his crop. In his sophomore debut, he finished third in the Holy Bull Stakes as the odds-on favorite, but he never had a chance to redeem that effort, retiring with a soft tissue injury prior to the Fountain of Youth.

I recently spoke at Stanford University's Entrepreneurial Thought Leaders series,  which features leaders and entrepreneurs in a variety of industries. They let me have free rein over what I spoke about, and after thinking about it, I decided to settle on the phrase, “Stay Scrappy."  The term "scrappiness" came from my friend and Facebook engineering partner, Vijaye Raji. When we started working together, he made “scrappiness” our team value, and because of this, we built more than we ever could have imagined.

I just read this on Steve Kirsch’s Substack. It is worth sharing here because I too have been censored. Here is the link to Steve’s post: Twitter disabled me. Please ask all your friends to follow me on Substack and gab My final post was warning people about prion disease caused by the vaccines I was warning people about prion disease that is clearly being caused by the vaccine. I checked this in VAERS myself before doing the post.

Writing about the work of J. K. Rowling is something of an endless journey of discovery; there are always more clues and pointers to her artistry and meaning to be found in what she has written. I had just finished my most recent post, an extended comment on Nick Jeffery’s idea that Charlotte Campbell did not die a suicide but was murdered, when I realized that the first page of the first chapter of the first Part of Running Grave has a strong hint of that possibility, one that I missed the several times I had read it.