Gheorghies Got Talent

The New Roanoke Jug Band (not to be confused with The Old Roanoke Jug Band) was active in the southwestern Virginia music scene throughout most of the 2000s, releasing their final record, a gospel album called "When My Time On Earth Is Done", in 2007. The ending of the band's recording tenure was a boon for G:TB, as it allowed frontman Scott Baldwin (you know him as Rootsy) a lot more time to spend commenting here.

However, that timing also meant that the only times I've ever had the pleasure of watching Rootsy perform live are The Martha Wood Sessions, impromptu jams on a beach house back porch, the recordings lost to time and the memories to Red Stripe. Until Thursday night, when Marls and I made the always correct decision to take a road trip on a whim.

Our guy Rootsy took the stage at The Spot on Kirk in downtown Roanoke as the opener for Jon Shain and FJ Ventre, a Durham-based duo playing a fusion of "improvised piedmont blues with bluegrass, swing, and ragtime". They were terrific. But we were there for the first guy.

A month or so ago, Rootsy let us know he was getting back on stage for the first time in a while. His wife (who I met for the first time last night) said it had been at least a couple of years. I got the sense she'd be okay if he got out of the house more often. I kid, I kid. Not really sure why, but as soon as he told us about the show, a little voice in my head told me I needed to make the trip. Twisted Marls' arm, reached out to a few more of our band, and made it so.

Marls and I left northern Virginia around 9:30 am. We got to hear each other conduct business over the phone at various times during the three-hour tour. That dude says "fuck" a lot on work calls. And he's quite clearly good at what he does. I didn't understand much of the cyber reinsurance industry jargon, but I got the gist of it. As for me, I got to use "auspicious" on a call, which seemed a good omen.

We hit Parkway Brewing in Roanoke for lunch and a couple of pints, then checked into our AirBnB for some downtime before the show. Grabbed dinner at a friendly dive called Martin's and walked the two blocks to The Spot.

The venue is a cozy little storefront in the middle of downtown Star City. It's run as a non-profit by Down by Downtown Music, which celebrates and promotes Roanoke's music scene. The vibe is decidedly laid back. There's a low stage at the front of the narrow room and a tiny bar at the back. In between, there's enough room for (maybe) 150 music lovers. It wasn't that full on Thursday, but the crowd was enthusiastic.

We meant to surprise Rootsy with our presence, but the venue had hand-written the names of all the people who'd purchased tickets in advance on a list, so he saw my name and put two and two together. He went to William & Mary after all. He's a smart fella.

Rootsy kicked off his set with the lively "Cabin Rag" from New Roanoke Jug Band's 2005 recording, "A Pretty Gal's Love". He got through around 10 songs in his allotted time, with some stage banter mixed in. He's a walking roots music encyclopedia, for fuck's sake. Marls captured the setlist, though we didn't get to hear a few of these tunes because Rootsy's banjo was acting up, and the man's not gonna play a fickle beast in front of his fans.

We got to hear him play the 12-string he flew halfway across the country to acquire (and then drove home with because he feared taking it on a plane). She sounded beautiful, as you can hear:

That was the world premiere of Rootsy's song, "Baby Where Have You Gone?", which was written recently as he ambled home after his wife was late picking him up. Since we're fair and balanced, we need to offer her side of the story. In Mrs. Rootsy's telling, she was only five minutes late, and remains bemused that her getting caught at a stoplight turned into a tale of woe.

(A brief aside, if I may. Perhaps my favorite part of the set was catching Mrs. Rootsy watching her fella do his thing. I was sitting slightly behind and to the left of her. I glanced her way at one point, and she was fully beaming at him. Just a girl who loves her boy. That's the good shit.)

I caught a bit of another original. Here's "Star City Strut".

After the show, a few of us headed back to Martin's for a nightcap. And a lagniappe, as it turns out. It was Reggae Night, and the band was phenomenal - way better than anyone could've hoped for on a random school night in Roanoke. Check out The Ambassador (from a different venue a year ago - imagine this in a bar).

One more terrific artist to cap off an evening celebrating joy and community through a love of music. The assembled Gheorghies were a blessed bunch.

Clockwise from bottom left:
A confused Tiny Dictator, Lumpy, Rootsy, Marls, Lunkhead

Marls and I stopped by the confusingly-named Crumbles Store for breakfast and a cuppa on the way out of town. Get a load of the butter infusing the biscuit below. As we left, the woman at the register asked us how we enjoyed our meal. I said, "Hoooo, you know how good those biscuits are!". To which she replied, "Yes, I do!".  I love mingling with these laid-back country folks.

The last time I jumped in a car with a fellow Gheorghie on a whim for a three-hour tour, epic things transpired. This trip was slightly less treacherous, but not a bit less memorable. Good friends, good music, good times. That'll do a body and a soul good. If you find yourself wondering if you should go, I'm here to tell you that you should go, if there's any way you can.

Reporting-ucopia

Newsgathering isn’t linear. It’s messy and disorderly and time-consuming. It’s waiting, sometimes for things to occur, sometimes for people to talk, sometimes for information to come available. Sometimes for all three. 

There’s no way to streamline reporting or to make it more efficient. That’s why it’s so dispiriting when the new breed of executives at newsgathering organizations fires those who do the work, in the name of profit seeking. They view news outlets strictly as businesses and employ business models of operation, which do not apply and in so doing diminish the product. Fewer reporters and editors mean fewer stories and less information, plain and simple. 

It’s not a coincidence that the Framers included the importance of a free press in the First Amendment, nor that Thomas Jefferson once wrote that given a choice he would prefer newspapers without a government to government without newspapers. 

This is all a Craig Kimbrel windup for a messy, disorderly post that began after I recently wrote about Bigfoot reporter Bob Woodward’s new book. The site’s benevolent* dictator asked if I might describe how the sausage is made, if you will, based on my experience. Unfortunately, I have no compelling stories of breaking news or investigative blockbusters, a la Woodward and Seymour Hersh. 

*[Ed: You hear that, people? He thinks I'm fucking benevolent!]

I was a daily sports grunt for 30-plus years and mostly wrote about games and athletes and coaches. As you’re intelligent, informed folks who are familiar with “All The President’s Men” and “Spotlight,” you likely have an idea how it works: reporters cover events and talk to people; they do accompanying research; sometimes they unearth information, sometimes people tell them stuff and they then work to confirm and figure out what it all means; they try like hell to make deadline; they turn around and do it again the next day. 

What I can do is tell you a few things I know, a few things I think and offer thoughts on a couple things I read recently. As for journalism thoughts and best practices: Be accurate. Jobs one, two and three. A reporter’s or news organization’s sole currency is credibility. If they get it wrong, particularly on a regular basis, or mislead and misinform they forfeit trust by both sources and readers, a death sentence for news outlets. 

Which leads to … Own it. Nobody gets it right all the time, so when you make a mistake, admit it and take responsibility. Promise to do better, then do so. Be fair. Give people a chance to tell their stories, especially in the event of criticism or allegations of wrongdoing. 

This doesn’t mean both sides always get or deserve equal time. Nazis and climate change deniers and moon landing-was-a-hoax types don’t merit elevated platforms. Of course, include the alleged murderer’s claim that he’s innocent, but facts and judgment carry the discussion. 

Show up. Also known as Walk the Job. When subjects and sources see your face in a courtroom, locker room or government building every day, they know you’re serious and sincere about coverage and not some disembodied byline or face on a screen. Make facts inform your opinion. Not the other way around. 

[Ed: FOG:TB T.J. Quinn's story about how he broke a major piece of news related to Barry Bonds' Grand Jury testimony is one of my favorite examples of Show Up, from a journalist's perspective. I've heard Quinn tell it in person, as, I'm sure, have KQ and Mr. KQ. Talk about being in the right place at the right time and doing the right thing.]

Write (or report) what you have. This has gotten trickier in an era of 24-hour news cycles and websites that can be constantly updated. But in the old days of hard deadlines, reporters had to interrupt legwork and research, and present what they knew. They still do, to a degree. 

And just like the old days, get back to reporting a story when they’re done typing or talking. Use original sources and material whenever possible. If not, attribute. Use named sources. Anonymous sources are a last resort, but necessary, depending on the story. Anonymous sources don’t diminish a story’s credibility; they’re sometimes the reason a story gets told in the first place. A source may face retribution or harm by identifying themselves. In any case, explain why you’re using an anonymous source. 

Operate in good faith. Don’t start with an agenda. Unbiased reporting is a myth. All reporting is biased, to some extent. Deciding what to report and emphasize is a judgment call. Many topics lend themselves to easy decision making. Some decisions and stories are filtered through a reporter’s or outlet’s ideological lean – left, right or center. 

Which brings me to … The mid-term elections showcased reporting at both ends of the quality spectrum. Outlets in Texas and Mississippi did stellar work on Senate races that resulted in at least one flipped Republican seat (votes were still being counted in Mississippi, where Dem Scott Colom led by 3,000 votes out of more than 937,000 ballots cast as of Wednesday). Then there was whatever they were doing at the Free Press, the alternative news site with the outsized, provocative founder. 

The conservative, Israel-friendly site has had a bit of a wigout over the election of seven Muslims to Congress. Reporter Olivia Reingold, who has stepped in it on previous occasions, covered Senator-elect Abdul El-Sayed’s election night gathering and posted to social media that she saw attendees sporting designer shoes and bags and clothing and expensive watches. She attached a pic of a woman’s nicely shod feet and handbag that she later admitted she had used AI to enhance. For what reason and what she was attempting to convey remain a mystery. Not to be outdone, her colleague Maya Sulkin posted a video of herself in which she stated that El-Sayed had delivered his victory speech in Arabic. He did not. He stated his name and said a few Arabic words, but he delivered his speech in English. 

Sulkin’s video was taken down and the Free Press issued a correction. Why bring up a couple of embarrassingly bad posts from a fringe site? Well, the site was founded by Bari Weiss as a supposed alternative to the lazy, biased mainstream media. It was bought by Paramount chief and billionaire David Ellison for a ridiculously inflated $150 million, after which he made her the (unqualified) head of CBS News with the unspoken mandate of softening coverage of the Trump administration, Israel and conservative causes in general. She has shaken up the news division and its flagship show, “60 Minutes,” firing staffers and influencing coverage. 

Weiss lent the CBS News name to an attempt to link several of El-Sayed’s deleted tweets to 9/11. For the record, his tweets were from 2020 during the pandemic, and he wrote that as COVID deaths climbed toward and well beyond the total from 9/11, he hoped the nation would similarly mobilize in the name of health instead of a War on Terror. Pretty innocuous, but Weiss wanted to find ways to link El-Sayed to 9/11. Do so often enough, imply that his remarks were nefarious and worthy of further “scrutiny” and boy oh boy, suddenly you’ve got yourself a terrorist unworthy of election. Baldly racist and misleading. Another reminder to dig beyond headlines and a once-worthy outlet’s reputation. 

Finally, a recent Washington Post column by Megan McArdle illustrates the cynical partisan landscape in which national-level journalism often finds itself. The Republican party, she wrote, might actually benefit from the Blue Wave in the mid-term elections. Democratic control of Congress won’t be pleasant for the GOP, “so I don’t blame you for failing to look on the bright side,” she wrote. “But there is a bright side. In fact, there are two.” Do tell. 

Republicans have a chance to remake the party and move away from Donald Trump, she wrote, due to his age and waning influence because of his lame-duck status. “Outside groups, donors and GOP politicians will start looking for leaders who don’t lose elections,” she wrote. No mention of shedding themselves of a mendacious, grifting narcissist who they enabled for the past decade, of identifying candidates who are more than pigs at the trough. It’s age and actuarial tables. 

Then comes the kicker, as she spoke directly to Republicans: “Democrats will have the House and the Senate. They will use them to do things you hate. I can’t erase that pain, but perhaps I can ease it by pointing out that if they win the trifecta by capturing the White House in 2028, they will almost certainly end up holding the bag for the looming entitlement crisis.” In late 2032, she pointed out, the Social Security trust fund will run out of money and six months later, the Medicare hospital insurance trust fund will be depleted, causing substantial benefit cuts in both and likely forcing large and unpopular tax increases. 

“You’ve been hearing about it for decades,” she wrote, “but the day when the trust funds are exhausted is almost upon us. If Democrats are in charge when it happens, that will be on them, not you.” And there you have it. Never mind that both parties have kicked the can down the road for decades and are equally culpable. Never mind that this century Republicans occupied the White House and controlled both chambers of Congress for 20 of those 26 years, so presumably could have steered us away from the oncoming fiscal cliff. If the GOP simply waits out the next election cycle or two, they can blame the Dems for Meemaw’s and Pap-Pap’s benefit cuts. Voila! Back in power! 

See, it’s all about timing and leveraging adversity so that your side wins. And here you thought politics was about public service and journalism was about informing the public. Silly you.

In Praise of Badass Women, A Recurring Feature

This week's episode of Ready to Play* on The Waterfront Radio (which drops today, a day or so later than normal, because we had some production challenges, namely that our only producer was required by the man to do work) features tunes related to the National Women's Soccer League (NWSL). The DJ got into the spirit (pun only intended after the fact) by attending yesterday's match between the Portland Thorns and the hometown team (which is the Washington Spirit).

*I hadn't realized how all over the place it is until I listened to it all the way through this morning. If you like your radio eclectic, you'll enjoy.

The episode kicks off with Beyonce's "Run the World (Girls)", as it's a celebration of badass women. That sort of celebration is something we do here, too. Which is a nice segue into the topic of this post. 

The Golden State Valkyries won their first WNBA championship on Halloween, defeating the Atlanta Dream in Game Seven, 68-63.

Natalie Nakase is the Valks' head coach. After stints as an assistant with teams as disparate as the Los Angeles Clippers, Las Vegas Aces, Tokyo Apache (Japan), and Agua Caliente (G-League), she was named the first coach in Golden State's history on October 10, 2024.

She was named WNBA Coach of the Year after leading her expansion squad to a 23-21 record and a berth in the playoffs. Nakase was the first coach of an expansion squad to win the award. And she was just getting started.

The Valkyries finished the 2026 regular season with a 32-12 record, good for second overall in the 15-team league, one game behind the Minnesota Lynx. Golden State topped an up-and-coming Dallas Wings team, two games to one, in the quarterfinals, then easily dispatched the defending champion Aces in a three-game semifinal sweep.

Nakase's bunch were crowned champions after a brutal seven-game series with a very tough Atlanta Dream team, who took a step up this year after adding Angel Reese to a talented roster. Neither team led by more than one game in the back and forth set. True to form, all four Valks victories came with the winning score under 70, and all three of the Dream's wins happened when they were able to push the pace and get the game closer to 80+.

That's Golden State in a nutshell. Nakase herself was a hard-nosed, undersized (5'2") point guard who walked on at UCLA and became a three-year starter. Her team mirrors her on the court - they play their asses off. The Valkyries were 14th in the WNBA in points per game and dead last in shooting percentage. They took and made fewer free throws than all but one team. They were middling in rebounding stats. No Valk was in the league's 30 in points per game, nor top 20 in rebounds per game, and not a single starter cracked the top 50 in field goal percentage.

At the same time, they led the league in Defense Rating and Net Rating, were tops in turnovers created, and 4th in steals. They were the slowest team in terms of pace. It's a goddamn grind to play Natalie Nakase's team, and every contributor knows and plays her role. Every coach dreams of getting her/his players to sacrifice for the collective. 

In Norse mythology, valkyries are meant to be fierce woman warriors who escort the dead from the battlefield to Valhalla. According to legend, they have no named leader, but work as one. Damn. I guess Natalie Nakase's a valkyrie her ownself. And she might just fuck around and be one of the first women to be an NBA head coach. Maybe she'll take over for this guy, who'd probably vouch for her.

EMERGENCY TRIBE SPORTS POST (UPDATED)

Marls texted me on Sunday in the wake of W&M's dispiriting 41-14 home loss to Holy Cross on Saturday with a take that requires further inquiry.

"This could be the worst team in Tribe history."

To which I replied "Onassis!"

In my defense, we were in the midst of a comedy rhombus with London-based Whit riffing on the fact that the Commanders' third-string quarterback is a fella with Greek heritage. Speaking of dispiriting losses.

Marls got me thinking, and one doesn't have to go too deep to determine that - at the very least - this Tribe team is in the conversation for worst team in the lifespan of Gheorghie's as Tribe fans. That dates back to the autumn of 1988, when Whit, Jersey Dave, and I first walked the sylvan grounds of The College of William and Mary.

That year, the ninth of Jimmye Laycock's 38 seasons in Williamsburg, the Tribe was an independent playing at the I-AA level. W&M left the Southern Conference in 1977 when the NCAA divided its top division into I-A and I-AA.

The 1988 edition of the Tribe had an up and down campaign. Two years removed from Laycock's first NCAA Tournament appearance, W&M lost a close opener at UVA before running off three wins in a row, including a 10-3 win on the road against 17th-ranked JMU. They lost a heartbreaker at no. 9 Delaware, beat New Hampshire and tied no. 17 Villanova before heading to Sanford Stadium in Athens to take on Georgia.

That game against the Bulldogs is one of the vivid memories of my freshman year. We listened to it on the radio in my dorm room. I assume Whit and Dave were there, but I can't be certain of that part. W&M was tied with mighty Georgia, 7-7, at the end of the first quarter and we could dream. Fate had other ideas, and UGA outscored us 35-10 in the second frame on the way to a 59-24 victory. Still, there were positive takeaways from the game. Only Mississippi State scored more points against Georgia that season. And the Tribe generate 462 yards in total offense to a team that allowed an average of 355 against an SEC schedule that year.

Lots of offense and not a ton of concern with defense, the hallmark of the Laycock era, made for an entertaining rooting experience during my time in Williamsburg. W&M finished the 1988 campaign with home wins against Wofford and Colgate before falling to Richmond in the oldest rivalry in the South. That year, the school decided to decline a bid to the I-AA playoffs and accept the opportunity to play against a team of Japanese All-Stars in the first-ever Epson Ivy Bowl in Yokohama, Japan, where W&M won, 73-3.

W&M had two more excellent seasons in 1989 and 1990, reaching the NCAA Tournament both years and advancing to the quarterfinals in my junior year before falling to Central Florida. The 1991 team lost all five of its games against ranked opponents (including a 59-35 Natrone Means-led doozy of a game against I-A no. 20 UNC) and missed out on the postseason. That season did have a silver lining, though. I spent the season working in the press box for home games, responsible for tracking each drive and compiling the drive chart for the working media. One of those ink-stained wretches was Dave Fairbank of the Daily-Press. After the final home game of the season, a 35-13 hammering at the hands of a much-faster Samford squad, my Sports Information Office colleagues and I adjourned to Paul's Deli with the aforementioned Fairbank and a few other scribes, where I got my first taste of drinking beers with professionals. No idea if OBX Dave remembers that afternoon, but I certainly enjoyed the parts of it I recall.

Jesus. Where was I? Right, the really terrible 2026 William and Mary football squad. Sorry, got wandering down memory lane for a minute. 

Bottom line: this is the worst W&M team of my Tribe-rooting lifetime. The 2012 and 2017 teams went 2-9, but both of them were competitive. The 2012 team lost six games by a touchdown or less, led Maryland until the final minutes in College Park, and lost in double-overtime on the road against no. 4 JMU. The 2017 squad was bad, but they were in the game in the fourth quarter on all but two occasions (against top-ranked JMU and no. 21 New Hampshire).

The insane ending to W&M's season-opener notwithstanding, the campaign has been one miserable outing after another. To wit:

• A week after benefitting from four Villanova turnovers and 15 Wildcat penalties in their wild win, W&M nearly blew a 22-0 fourth quarter lead at home against Delaware State, stopping the Hornets on downs in the final 90 seconds to preserve a 22-15 win. The Tribe was outgained by a 366-187 margin, recorded 10 first downs to DSU's 26, and almost lost despite a +5 turnover advantage.
• Two wins in two and feeling good headed to Lehigh. Until the Mountain Hawks scored 30 points in the game's first 21 minutes and cruised to a 44-20 win. Only got outgained 486-342 in this one, so...progress?
• Not so fast, my friend. Woeful Fordham came to town the following week, their 0-3 record in tow, and proceeded to put 52 points on W&M. They've scored 37 in their other five games combined. The Rams rushed for 428 yards that day. They've gained 417 total in their remaining contests to date. Their win against the Tribe remains their only victory on the season.
• The less we say about the following week's 62-7 loss at Duke, the better. We will note that Marls was in Durham with his Duke-alum wife and chose not to wear green and gold. No dummy, Marls.
• Holy Cross coming to town at 1-4 with a defense that had allowed at least 30 points in each of its first five games seemed ripe for a get-well opportunity for W&M. Ah, well, nevertheless. The Crusaders led, 31-7, early in the third quarter and won, 41-14. The Tribe gained 31 yards on 29 carries and 253 total yards against a team that had allowed an average of 412 coming into the matchup.
• W&M is being outscored by an average of 20.17 points per game (and they've fucking won twice!). Opponents are outgaining the Tribe 479.2 to 294.3 yards per game (269.0 to 91.3 on the ground). Jesus (William) Mary and Joseph.

It's not so much that the Tribe are losing. That happens. It's more that they've been absolutely uncompetitive for four consecutive weeks, the last two against dreadful teams at home. It's frankly embarrassing, and we've never been able to say that about W&M football in my 38 years of rooting for the Green and Gold.

Maybe it gets better, as the Tribe face a poor N.C. Central team and winless Georgetown in the next two. There's no evidence that it will though, and in fact, it sure seems that this staff is ill-equipped to deal with the realities of modern college football, which means we could be in for a long stretch of dismal football.

Onassis!

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November 7 Update

One month later, and we can conclusively say that it did NOT get better. Since we last checked in on the Tribe, here's what's happened:

Despite being outgained, 439 to 221, while allowing 6.6 yards per carry and 282 rushing yards and losing the turnover battle, 2-0, W&M somehow managed a 17-14 win on the road at N.C. Central. Some smoke and mirrors shit.

The magic did not repeat itself the following weekend, when Mike London's boys couldn't hold a fourth quarter lead on Homecoming Weekend against a middle Georgetown squad. The Hoyas took possession at midfield with 1:27 remaining and scored 49 seconds later without using a timeout. The point after gave the visitors a 28-27 victory. The winning touchdown came on a 4th and goal from the 10. 

W&M got the ball back with two timeouts remaining (having taken one on defense before Georgetown's touchdown) and promptly threw an interception on the first play of their drive. 

As has become customary, the Tribe allowed Georgetown more total yards than their season average (416 versus 328.9) and gained fewer yards than the Hoyas opponents average (352 versus 389). It's goddamn uncanny at this point

The Green and Gold traveled to Hamilton, NY seeking a rebound at Colgate, where the Raiders were coming off three consecutive losses. W&M gave up 519 yards and gained 142, allowed 30 first downs while picking up 7, and got boatraced, 37-0. You won't believe this, but Colgate came into the game averaging 341.8 yards of total offense and allowing 302.5

This weekend, Lafayette brought its 3-5 record to Williamsburg, and W&M pounced on the Leopards immediately. The Tribe led, 14-0, after Andrew King scampered 39 yards for a touchdown with 11:44 remaining in the second quarter. The home team had gained 186 yards on 16 plays at that point, ripping off 11.6 yards per snap.

W&M ran 39 plays over the game's final 41:44. The Tribe managed 94 yards over that span. Meanwhile, Lafayette kicked a field goal late in the second quarter, scored on a 50-yard run in the third, then drove 80 yards in seven plays before finding the end zone on a 12-yard pass with 4:41 remaining. W&M had two cracks at a comeback, but gained a single yard on seven plays while punting and turning the ball over on downs. The Leopards closed out their 19-14 victory with a trio of kneeldowns. 

What of the yards gained and allowed, you ask? I'll give you one guess, friends! Lafayette outgained the Tribe, 401-275. On the season, the Leopards average 323.8 and allow 412.1. Same as it ever was for the 2026 William and Mary outfit.

When we wrote the initial portion of this post, we concluded that this year's team is the worst since 1988, when my fandom began. Now, we're prepared to amend that, regardless of what happens the next two weeks, this is the worst team in the school's history, dating all the way back to 1693.

Over those final two weeks, W&M plays at home against 1-9 Bucknell and on the road against old rivals Richmond. Lord have mercy if they can't win the first one, 'cause there will be no mercy whatsoever against Spidey, who'll likely be smarting from a three-game losing streak.

My prediction? Pain.

Am I...Maturing? Let's Ask Sir Patrick Stewart.

I sat down at my desk to write a very Schadenfreudian post reflecting on the results of the midterm elections and the across-the-board shock from the right wing at the depth of their drubbing. I had a lot of material. And I was ready to use it. 

A funny thing happened on the way to the online forum. I realized that I'm wearing my What Would Dolly Do? t-shirt. Dolly would most certainly not mock people in their time of despair. Hell, we ourselves wrote not six weeks ago about how she went about quietly and intentionally doing the right thing. She wasn't perfect. For example, I'm sure she once said, "bless your heart" to someone in a fit of pique. Which probably landed like a megaton bomb on its target.

In any case, I felt like a dick wearing this shirt and mocking people's pain. Even if they deserve it. So I cast about for another topic. Wouldn't you know it, another Dolly-like example showed me the way. Not a clone, per se, though he did nearly run afoul of The Borg.

Sir Patrick Stewart passed last week at the age of 86. Much as with Dolly Parton, I'd heard stories about Stewart's kindness and genuine caring for his fellow man. And just as in Dolly's case, I didn't know the half of it.

Upon news of his death, story after story flooding social media that revealed the great actor's character, most in moments seen by just a very few. Here are some of the remembrances and videos I found most fascinating, and in a couple of cases, just silly (which also says a lot about the classically trained actor's sense of his own self-importance):

Sir Ian McKellan remembered his friend.

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A fan recalls a story from 2009.

Patrick Stewart story: Night before my GCSE Chemistry, I waited for Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart backstage after Waiting For Godot. Patrick asked what’s in my bag, I told him about my exam. So Stewart and McKellen told the Green Room to “shush” as they both tested me on the Periodic Table. RIP

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— Alexander Fox (@alexanderfox1.bsky.social) October 29, 2026 at 4:04 PM

Here he is answering a fan's question about the things outside of acting that make him proudest. He talks about his work combatting domestic violence and PTSD.

I think he could've been a member of Monty Python's Flying Circus if he'd chosen that path.

Here he is at the National Press Club answering an important question about Jean-Luc Picard's accent.

A story about his penis, as told to Graham Norton while Hugh Jackman looks on, jaw dropped.

Thomas Lennon on Rich Eisen's show talking about working with Stewart on a commercial.

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As with Dolly, we'd do well to remember Sir Patrick's kindness and generosity of spirit. 

Bluenami

Deceased Nag and Cudgel Alert, Journalism Edition

Just in time for the holidays, primo Washington D.C., snoop Bob Woodward drops another doorstop about the powerful folks in whose orbit he’s circled for the past five decades. His twenty-fourth book, however, is a bit of a departure. 

Rather than scrupulous reporting about the current President and power brokers and recent events, he presents a memoir of his life’s work. Woodward discloses previously unidentified sources and back stories that went into the making of many of his bestsellers, from his early days at the Washington Post investigating Richard Nixon and the Watergate scandal to Donald Trump’s two terms in office. 

The book is titled “Secrets: A Reporter’s Memoir” and within its 592 pages is a litany of prominent and behind-the-scenes figures who leaked sensitive information and provided invaluable background, a kind of celebrity kiss-and-tell for the D.C. journalism set. There’s Henry Kissinger and former CIA director William Casey over here, and Sen. Lindsey Graham over there. There’s career government insiders such as Brent Scowcroft and Lawrence Eagleburger and Bush 41 counsel C. Boyden Gray and former Nixon lawyers who defended him publicly but were privately repulsed by the man. There’s a slew of operatives and high-level advisors that Woodward cultivated as sources and who provided info for years, if not decades, and are still doing so. He had confidentiality agreements with many of them, promising not to reveal their identities until after they died, though he said some who are still alive gave him permission to name them. 

I’ve kvetched about Woodward previously, so this may come off as warmed over grump casserole with a fresh balsamic drizzle. The man’s reporting chops and access are impeccable, but I find his practice of holding onto information for books rather than daily newspaper reporting to be problematic, if not harmful to the public at large. Granted, that’s frequently how he gets the access and info he does, by agreeing not to publish in real time, but it feels like insider back-scratching. 

Woodward has often said that if he learned something that had immediate impact, the paper takes precedence and he would report it. However, that doesn’t quite square with his practices. For example, he sat on conversations with Trump in the early days of the COVID pandemic when Trump told him that he’d been briefed on the virus’s potential severity, then watched as the President dismissed and downplayed the disease in the coming months as millions were affected. He learned that Trump had quietly sent Vladimir Putin personal COVID tests during the height of the pandemic and had regular conversations with Vladdy after he was out of office, material that wasn’t made public until another book’s release just before the 2024 election. 

I have less issue with this upcoming book than many of his previous ones. Yeah, it’s a bit of a vanity project, but a guy of Woodward’s stature is entitled to a victory lap. The fact that he pulls back the curtain on who talked to him and how he obtained the stories he did actually encourages me, that people in power are still willing to talk to reporters. Whether driven by a sense of civic duty or ego and status is irrelevant. Woodward reminds us that reporting, quality reporting, remains essential, even if the person doing so causes molars to grind.