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April 15, 2024

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Mike Rowe Instagram - If you follow my mom on Facebook, (https://www.facebook.com/TheRealPeggyRowe) you've probably heard my dad had a serious heart attack the day after Christmas. Obviously, we've all been worried and anxious to understand what comes next. I'm happy to report that he's home, and beginning what could be a long road back. On the other hand, tough as he is, it's hard to say. Wouldn't surprise me if he was rolling bocce balls in a week or so. I sure hope so. Thanks in advance for your thoughts and prayers. The Rowe's are much obliged.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Another moral dilemma, for your consideration...

Mike Rowe Instagram - Kudos to Mandy, for getting coffee all over my screen at 8 AM on a Sunday.

Mike Rowe Instagram - This morning, on the way to the airport, I realized that my driver, a man who has been taking me to the airport at least three times a month for the last 20 years and become a friend has family in Gaza.

“Are they okay?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “All lines of communication are down. There is no electricity. Everything is closed. There have been many, many explosions…”

He didn’t say more, and I didn’t ask more. Because what is there to say at a moment like this? The man’s family does not support Hamas, or Hezbollah, or their puppet masters in Iran. And yet, they live in a place from which the devils operate. I wanted to ask, “Why? Why haven’t they left like you did, so many years ago?”

But I couldn’t. Because he knows that the response to what just happened is going to be both righteous and terrible, and a lot of innocent people are going to die. Hard to know what to say to a man who is scared for his family, and praying that Israel will show restraint, when you’re quietly hoping that Israel will act decisively to eradicate Hamas and Hezbollah from the face of the earth, once and for all.

Obviously, I don’t know any more than anyone else who’s trying to keep up with the latest events, and those events are unfolding very, very quickly. Personally, I’m appalled this morning by the sheer savagery of what happened, and by the hesitation of our news networks to show America the videos I’ve seen on various social media sites – videos that leaves no doubt that the “rocket attack” was also a distraction. A distraction that allowed terrorists to cross the border and butcher hundreds of women and children including it seems, Americans. And yes, I’m also angered by the administration’s position that giving $6 billion to Iran “didn’t make it easier” for them to orchestrate this entire event, or for that matter, their reluctance to admit what the Wall Street Journal has already confirmed – that Iran funded and helped organize these attacks. It’s just - stunning.

A prayer for the innocents, if you’re the praying type, and for the hostages, who are now in the company of devils.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Kids

Elyse: Excuse me, are you Mike Rowe?

Me: I am. Who are you?

Elyse: I’m Elyse, and this is my little sister, Olivia.

Me: Well, it’s very nice to meet you both. I like your sunglasses. Very stylish.

Elyse: Thank you. We’re very sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I just wanted to say that we’re both big fans of Dirty Jobs, and really appreciate your support of the skilled trades.

Me: Really?

Elyse: Yes, we never miss an episode, and we love what you stand for.

Me: Is that true, Olivia?

Olivia: (No comment.)

Elyse: My sister is shy, but she thinks you’re pretty great.

Me: Well, thank you, Olivia. I’m very flattered.

Elyse: She doesn’t know what “flattered” means.

Me: I see. Where are your parents?

Elyse: That’s my dad over there.

Me: The man with his head in his hands?

Elyse: Yes, that’s him. He told us it was okay to come over here and say hello.

Me: I see. Do you think he’d mind if I took a picture of you and your little sister, and shared it with a few million people?

Elyse: Why?

Me: So everyone can see how cool your glasses are.

Elyse: “Dad, can the dirty man take our picture and share it with a few million people?”

Me: A thumbs-up still means yes, right?

Elyse: Yep!

Me: Cool. Can I have piece of your cookie?

Elyse: Don’t push it, mister...
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#kids #dirtyjobs #fans #cookies

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Mike Rowe Instagram - See You on the Other Side

I want to extend my deepest sympathies to the family of Fred Hurt. Like many who watched "Gold Rush," I felt like I had come to know the man they called "Dakota" Fred, and I guess Fred felt as though he had come to know me as well. I assume this to be the case because Fred’s family – as you’ll see below - has encouraged his many fans to make a donation to the mikeroweWORKS foundation in honor of Fred's memory.

“Flattered” is not the right word to describe my reaction, though it’s hard not to feel flattered under the circumstances. "Humbled" is maybe a better choice, but that's not quite right either. Perhaps a combination of the two? “Flumbled,” perhaps? If there were such a word, I’d say to the Hurt family that I am indeed, “flumbled” that you wish to honor Fred’s memory by supporting @mikeroweworks of a man who didn’t even know your loved one.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Boarding a flight at DFW. Just saw this on a monitor. Airports are funny places…

Mike Rowe Instagram - My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom.
“That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.”
“Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.”
“Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?”
“No, Michael. I called a librarian.”
“Really? And I’m the smart-ass?”
“Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.”
“Well, put him on,” I said.
“He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.”
“I’m sending you some pictures right now.”
“Pictures of what?”
“Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.”
“I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.”
“There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.”
“Thank you.”
“I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.”
“Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.”
“Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.”
“Very versatile,” I said.
“Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!”
“Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.”
“You do that.”
“Think he’d mind if I share his photo?”
“Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that...”

Mike Rowe Instagram - My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom.
“That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.”
“Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.”
“Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?”
“No, Michael. I called a librarian.”
“Really? And I’m the smart-ass?”
“Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.”
“Well, put him on,” I said.
“He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.”
“I’m sending you some pictures right now.”
“Pictures of what?”
“Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.”
“I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.”
“There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.”
“Thank you.”
“I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.”
“Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.”
“Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.”
“Very versatile,” I said.
“Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!”
“Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.”
“You do that.”
“Think he’d mind if I share his photo?”
“Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that...”

Mike Rowe Instagram - My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom.
“That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.”
“Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.”
“Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?”
“No, Michael. I called a librarian.”
“Really? And I’m the smart-ass?”
“Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.”
“Well, put him on,” I said.
“He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.”
“I’m sending you some pictures right now.”
“Pictures of what?”
“Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.”
“I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.”
“There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.”
“Thank you.”
“I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.”
“Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.”
“Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.”
“Very versatile,” I said.
“Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!”
“Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.”
“You do that.”
“Think he’d mind if I share his photo?”
“Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that...”

Mike Rowe Instagram - There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous.

“Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?”

“He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.”

“What’s his name?” I asked.

Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.”

So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon.

Till then, I remain much obliged.

Mike Rowe Instagram - There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous.

“Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?”

“He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.”

“What’s his name?” I asked.

Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.”

So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon.

Till then, I remain much obliged.

Mike Rowe Instagram - There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous.

“Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?”

“He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.”

“What’s his name?” I asked.

Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.”

So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon.

Till then, I remain much obliged.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Of all the really bad ideas moldering before Congress, The PRO Act has got to be among the most odious. If it passes, no less than 70,000,000 independent contractors across the country will lose their independent status. Tens of thousands of truck drivers, graphic artists, dance instructors, cameramen, speech therapists, real estate agents, skilled tradespeople, and countless other Americans who would prefer not to labor as traditonal employees will be forced to do so…or find a new line of work. Likewise, thousands of small businesses that simply can’t hire full time employees will be forced to close.

I don’t weigh in too often on political matters, and God knows, I’m not looking to pick a fight with the unions, (who are solidly behind this really bad idea.) For the record, @mikeroweworks has assisted many people who belong to a variety of trade unions, and I respect their right to do so. But the freedom to work independently is an essential part of being an American, and the attempt to eliminate freelancing from America’s labor force reeks of an ulterior motive, particularly among the unions that pushed it forward. Even if the endeavor was genuinely well-intended, the result is fraught with unintended and devastating consequences. If you want to help me stop this assault on the right to freelance, watch the full video on @youtube and share it. It’s too late for the freelancers in California, and the small companies who rely upon them. But the rest of the country need not follow us off the cliff.

Links in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

BY RANDALL JARRELL

From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,

And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.

Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,

I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.

When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

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If you were a machine gunner on a B-17 during the second world war, the ball turret was without question, the last place you wanted to be. Conditions were impossibly cramped. Temperatures at altitude were often 40 or 50 below zero. There was no room to move or stretch or turn around, for hours at a time. Sometimes, for many hours.

4,735 B-17's were shot down during the war, most with crews of ten men. Some survived, but very few in the ball turret did. And yes, those who perished were often washed out with a hose.

Not a pleasant thing to contemplate, but it's D-Day, and some things shouldn't be forgotten.
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#dday #sacrifice #neverforget

Mike Rowe Instagram - Before I remind you all once again, and probably for the last time, that July 4th is the last day to catch Something to Stand For in a theater, I want to close the loop on a problem that several of you have brought to my attention, regarding a handful of theaters that canceled the movie without first notifying those who had already purchased a ticket. Here’s what happened. In late May, shortly after I encouraged people to buy a ticket in advance, several theaters pulled out. I don’t know how many, and I don’t know why. All I know for sure, is the theaters are supposed to contact the intermediary who sells the tickets to the consumer—in this case, Fandango. Fandango is then supposed to alert the consumer and facilitate the refund. Well, I’ve been hearing stories from people who drove across town with their families a few weeks after buying a ticket, to see a movie that wasn’t playing. That’s really unfortunate, and I want to apologize to everyone who was inconvenienced. Equally unfortunate, is the fact that some of those same people have had trouble getting a refund, while others said they got a refund for their tickets but could not get a refund for the “convenience fee” charged by Fandango to facilitate the original transaction. I’m still not sure why this happened, but it’s completely unacceptable. Today, I learned from the distributor, Fathom Events, that Fandango is now in the process of reaching out directly to customers who were impacted. If you are such a customer, expect to be contacted shortly. If you’re not contacted by the end of this week, let me know, and I’ll do whatever I need to do to get it resolved.

On a more positive note, the people who have seen Something to Stand For, absolutely love it. The film has been reviewed nearly 500 times on Rotten Tomatoes and still has a 98% audience rating. It’s been a privilege to tell the stories of men and women I genuinely admire. I’m proud of the film and think you and your family will love it. Thanks, and Happy Independence Day.

PS. Link in bio to see an accurate listing of all the theaters airing the film tomorrow.

PPS. For what it's worth, Freddy gave it two paws up…

Mike Rowe Instagram - Are you among the 96,600 people currently being deceived on the FAKE ACCOUNT that claims to me, but isn’t? Even if you’re not, (and I really hope you’re not), I’d be grateful if you’d share this. @tiktok has yet to take action, and people are getting fleeced right and left.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Top this!
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#dirtyjobs

Mike Rowe Instagram - Here's a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support.

Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling.

Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash.

The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry - if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.)

Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Here's a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support.

Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling.

Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash.

The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry - if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.)

Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Here's a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support.

Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling.

Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash.

The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry - if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.)

Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Back in 1984, most of my friends had a porno mustache. I could have grown one myself, I guess, but it wasn’t really my thing. That’s not to say I wasn’t guilty of other dubious fashion statements. Here, for instance, I’m dressed like a black-jack dealer on a break from my duties at The Moulin Rouge. And speaking of rouge, yes, I’m wearing some. As are my old friends, Pat Paul, (porno-stash to my left) and his brother Mike Paul, (porno-stash to his left) and Michael Gellert, (porno-stash to my right.) We were a barbershop quartet called Tyson Street.

I won’t even try to explain why four unapologetically virile, masculine men would dress from time to time in matching outfits and slather on pancake and rouge to compete with other male foursomes in elaborate singing contests. But we did, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. This photo was taken after a competition in Pennsylvania where we came in 17th. Funny, I remember thinking at the time that we had a shot at winning. When they announced that we came in 17th, I remember laughing with my mustachioed friends. I miss the days when we could harmonize, not on the stage or in matching outfits, but in a stairwell, or on a street corner, or in a restaurant, where unsuspecting diners were delighted (were they?) to hear us ring out an old chestnut. Or better yet, on a sailboat anchored somewhere in the Chesapeake, where innocent passersby weren't subjected to the sounds of a quartet fueled by a cooler full of beer. There are friendships, and there are friendships held together with beer and close harmony. Those friendships are the best.

Mike Gellert turns 70 today. I wish to take this opportunity to acknowledge his dotage. I’m struggling to believe how my old friend can be 70 years old. As always, I’m still nine years younger, but still don’t they go by in a blink? I’m sitting here with my 91-year-old dad this morning, who is doing better every day since his heart attack last week and wondering how quickly the next 30 years will go, if I’m lucky enough to have them. Wish me well, and him, a hell of a happy birthday.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Back in 1984, most of my friends had a porno mustache. I could have grown one myself, I guess, but it wasn’t really my thing. That’s not to say I wasn’t guilty of other dubious fashion statements. Here, for instance, I’m dressed like a black-jack dealer on a break from my duties at The Moulin Rouge. And speaking of rouge, yes, I’m wearing some. As are my old friends, Pat Paul, (porno-stash to my left) and his brother Mike Paul, (porno-stash to his left) and Michael Gellert, (porno-stash to my right.) We were a barbershop quartet called Tyson Street.

I won’t even try to explain why four unapologetically virile, masculine men would dress from time to time in matching outfits and slather on pancake and rouge to compete with other male foursomes in elaborate singing contests. But we did, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. This photo was taken after a competition in Pennsylvania where we came in 17th. Funny, I remember thinking at the time that we had a shot at winning. When they announced that we came in 17th, I remember laughing with my mustachioed friends. I miss the days when we could harmonize, not on the stage or in matching outfits, but in a stairwell, or on a street corner, or in a restaurant, where unsuspecting diners were delighted (were they?) to hear us ring out an old chestnut. Or better yet, on a sailboat anchored somewhere in the Chesapeake, where innocent passersby weren't subjected to the sounds of a quartet fueled by a cooler full of beer. There are friendships, and there are friendships held together with beer and close harmony. Those friendships are the best.

Mike Gellert turns 70 today. I wish to take this opportunity to acknowledge his dotage. I’m struggling to believe how my old friend can be 70 years old. As always, I’m still nine years younger, but still don’t they go by in a blink? I’m sitting here with my 91-year-old dad this morning, who is doing better every day since his heart attack last week and wondering how quickly the next 30 years will go, if I’m lucky enough to have them. Wish me well, and him, a hell of a happy birthday.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Can you imagine hearing a joke like this on a kid's show, back in the 80s? 😆

From Dirty Jobs to dirty jokes, Mike Rowe made waves on Sesame Street and had tons of hate mail to prove it!

Tune in on your favorite podcasting platform!🎙️

#dirtyjobs #dirtyjokes #sesamestreetmemes

Mike Rowe Instagram - In case you missed it, say hello to @gabbyreece, a tall drink of water overflowing with charm. There’s probably somebody out there who doesn’t like her, but I can’t imagine who, or why. She’s awesome, and our conversation proves it. Link to the full video -
https://youtu.be/80Q7HA8l-UY?si=7UxpDAimOc4KodqW

Mike Rowe Instagram - I sure do appreciate all the well wishes from so many of you worried about my dad, who continues to recover at home from a heart attack (or two) the day after Christmas. If you want a more detailed account of his convalescence, including the gradual but nevertheless spectacular reawakening of his lower GI Tract, I’ll direct you to my mother’s page, where details (and photos) await. Here, I’ll keep it tasteful, and simply tell you that for the last week, I personally observed a 91-year-old man get a little stronger and a little more determined with every passing day. At this rate, he’ll be back in the Shuffleboard Tournament this Tuesday. In fact, he probably could have competed this past Tuesday, had his wife permitted it. Here, he can be seen kicking my butt in back-to-back games just a few days ago – 18-9, and 15-13. After that, my mother – with not a trace of pity - vanquished us both in a vicious game of Big 2, which I regret teaching her every time we play.

I’d love to chat, but I’m off to Lichtenstein, for reasons I’ll explain later. Till then,

Weidersehen,
Mike

Mike Rowe Instagram - I sure do appreciate all the well wishes from so many of you worried about my dad, who continues to recover at home from a heart attack (or two) the day after Christmas. If you want a more detailed account of his convalescence, including the gradual but nevertheless spectacular reawakening of his lower GI Tract, I’ll direct you to my mother’s page, where details (and photos) await. Here, I’ll keep it tasteful, and simply tell you that for the last week, I personally observed a 91-year-old man get a little stronger and a little more determined with every passing day. At this rate, he’ll be back in the Shuffleboard Tournament this Tuesday. In fact, he probably could have competed this past Tuesday, had his wife permitted it. Here, he can be seen kicking my butt in back-to-back games just a few days ago – 18-9, and 15-13. After that, my mother – with not a trace of pity - vanquished us both in a vicious game of Big 2, which I regret teaching her every time we play.

I’d love to chat, but I’m off to Lichtenstein, for reasons I’ll explain later. Till then,

Weidersehen,
Mike

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Memphis a few weeks ago speaking at @thefreedomfest when my old friend @gillespienick from @reasonmagazine asked if I’d appear on his excellent podcast again. I said sure and asked him if he thought our conversation would be as reasonable as those in the past. He said, “I have no reason to expect otherwise.” “Well then,” I replied, “would it therefore be reasonable of me to request your permission to share our chat with the people who listen to my podcast as well?” Nick considered for a moment and then said, “Sure. That would be perfectly reasonable.”

Here’s a reasonably short clip. To listen to the entire convo, link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Because I’ve made a case for trade schools and apprenticeship programs a lot of people assume I’m opposed to four-year diplomas and other forms of so-called “higher education.” I’m not. I’m opposed to the idea that a college degree is the best path for the most people. I’m hopeful that videos like this one will get passed around and clear up any ambiguity. In no way is my foundation at odds with those who choose to attend university. We’re just trying to make sure that every option is on the table, for every kid trying to figure out how to make a living. Toward that end, we’re now accepting applications for our next round of work ethic scholarships. If you or someone you know wants to pursue a career in the skilled trades, we’d be honored to help. Apply today.
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Mike Rowe Instagram - My mom, Peggy Rowe, is 86 years old today and hanging tough. She’s been busy these last few weeks looking after my dad, who continues to recover nicely from his Christmas surprise. If you’d like to join me in wishing her the happiest of birthdays, or, if you’d like me to pass along a message, please spell it out in the comments below.

As for you, Mother, I’m sorry I’m not in Baltimore today to celebrate another trip around the sun. But like you, I’m terribly busy doing a variety of important things. I sure do love you, though, and wish you many happy returns. As usual, there will be no sappy card for you to make fun of and then throw away. xoxo Mike

Mike Rowe Instagram - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

Mike Rowe Instagram - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

Mike Rowe Instagram - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

Mike Rowe Instagram - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

Mike Rowe Instagram - I’m not posting this photo to persuade you to purchase an autographed bottle of my grandfather’s delicious whiskey, the purchase of which benefits the @mikeroweworks foundation and can be facilitated at knobelspirits.com. That would be heavy-handed, and possibly even tasteless. I’m posting this photo because, for the first time in a long time, the Orioles are on fire! Go O’s!

Mike Rowe Instagram - I have no idea how a whiskey that’s 121 proof can taste this smooth, but the new Barrel Strength Edition of Knobel does. But please, don’t take my word for it. First come, first served...

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#Knobel #Tennessee #Whiskey #smooth

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

Mike Rowe Instagram - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Mark Hunter: Mike! You said, with a little luck, the Knobel Rye would be available by Labor Day. What are the odds? Me: The odds are 100%. We’re shipping now, and bias aside, it’s really, really good. Soon may The Knobelman come!

PS. Online sales benefit @mikeroweworks which, as you may have heard, will be 15 years old this #laborday so…Cheers!

Mike Rowe Instagram - Here in California, AB-5 is about to put 70,000 independent truckers out of business, along with hundreds of thousands of others who currently freelance for a living. On this episode of the podcast National Review writer Will Swaim joins me to explain exactly how this travesty has gotten this far, and what it will mean for the country if the war against the gig economy spreads elsewhere, which it seems poised to do.

I also check in with Tom Odom, whose story should frighten anyone who owns anything that’s ever been on a truck. (That would be you.) The implications of this monumental attack on our freedom, to earn a living - and on our supply chain - are far-reaching. Please give it a listen and share.

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Mike Rowe Instagram - Dad –

Remember a few years back, when you and mom came to The Lyric to see me do that one man show? (You were sitting in the first box, stage left. Toward the end of the evening, I took some questions from the audience, and somebody asked me about my “big break.” They wanted to know how I had wound up back on the same stage where I used to sing with the Baltimore Opera, thirty years before.

I was flattered by the question and answered it with a story about the time my high school music teacher, Fred King, insisted I audition for the lead role in Oklahoma, way back in 1980. I got the part and that experience was my first big break. The big break that gave me a new level of confidence that allowed me to audition for lots of other things, including a spot in The Baltimore Opera, where my career in show business got started. A career that, on that particular evening, had come full circle.

I was just sitting here at my kitchen table, sipping coffee and watching the fog blow across the bay, when the digital picture frame I keep on the counter landed on this photo. I’m guessing it was Easter, (1974?) and we were on the way to church.

That old photo made me wish I’d given a better answer that night at The Lyric Opera House. A more truthful answer. What I should have said was, “My big break came when that guy over there in the stage-left box, proposed to the woman sitting alongside him, and then persuaded her to start having babies. I was the first to arrive, and ever since, John Rowe has had an arm around my shoulder – guiding me, encouraging me, watching me, and cheering me on. He was my first big break, and in this great lottery called life, he was the best dad anyone could ever have. In fact, he still is.”

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Mike Rowe Instagram - Dad –

Remember a few years back, when you and mom came to The Lyric to see me do that one man show? (You were sitting in the first box, stage left. Toward the end of the evening, I took some questions from the audience, and somebody asked me about my “big break.” They wanted to know how I had wound up back on the same stage where I used to sing with the Baltimore Opera, thirty years before.

I was flattered by the question and answered it with a story about the time my high school music teacher, Fred King, insisted I audition for the lead role in Oklahoma, way back in 1980. I got the part and that experience was my first big break. The big break that gave me a new level of confidence that allowed me to audition for lots of other things, including a spot in The Baltimore Opera, where my career in show business got started. A career that, on that particular evening, had come full circle.

I was just sitting here at my kitchen table, sipping coffee and watching the fog blow across the bay, when the digital picture frame I keep on the counter landed on this photo. I’m guessing it was Easter, (1974?) and we were on the way to church.

That old photo made me wish I’d given a better answer that night at The Lyric Opera House. A more truthful answer. What I should have said was, “My big break came when that guy over there in the stage-left box, proposed to the woman sitting alongside him, and then persuaded her to start having babies. I was the first to arrive, and ever since, John Rowe has had an arm around my shoulder – guiding me, encouraging me, watching me, and cheering me on. He was my first big break, and in this great lottery called life, he was the best dad anyone could ever have. In fact, he still is.”

Happy Father's Day.
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Mike Rowe Instagram - The subject of this week’s podcast is a documentary called “What is a Woman?” If there’s been a more controversial documentary in recent memory, I don’t know what it is. It has yet to find a major distributor, and the film’s critics have been strident in their objections.

I finally watched it over the break and I'm glad I did. Not because I agree with every single thing the film makers espouse, but rather, because they allow the opposing side to speak for themselves. At length. The results are kind of extraordinary.

At its heart, “What is a Woman” is not really a movie about the process of changing genders, or the push to allow children and teenagers to make irreversible surgical decisions without their parent’s consent. It’s really a movie about truth, reality, and the inability of lots of otherwise intelligent people – from doctors to professors to Supreme Court Justices – to answer a really simple question. It’s a movie that illustrates just how radically - and quickly - the simplest of words in the language we all share have been literally redefined beneath us.

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$Mike Rowe Instagram - @timballard89 has interested me from the moment I saw the movie based on his life’s work. “Sound of Freedom” as you may have heard has upset a lot of people for a lot of reasons. First off the subject matter is upsetting. According to Tim 85,000 undocumented children have crossed the Mexican border and are currently unaccounted for in the US. He believes many were purchased by pedophiles and currently enslaved. He has what appears to be a lot of proof. He also believes that millions of other people are enslaved around the world, caught up in an unimaginable nightmare of sexual exploitation. If a fraction of what he alleges is true, and the evidence certainly demands a verdict, we have an unspeakable problem on our hands that must be solved. I’m also interested in the way Hollywood has reacted to the remarkable success of this crowd-funded film, baffled by its appeal. Finally, I’m interested in the way Tim has become the target of so much controversy since the films release. Shortly after we recorded our conversation another very unflattering piece began to make the rounds, this one in Vice. The allegations against Tim are serious, but once again, leveled by anonymous sources. This episode dropped earlier today and I’ve already heard from people who believe the info put forth in Sound of Freedom are a "fever dream of Q-Anon paranoia," and "wildly overstated." Others say the allegations should have precluded me from talking with Tim entirely. I disagree obviously. Not because I know Tim personally or because I’m able to vouch for his character. I don’t, and I can’t. But I’m not persuaded by anonymous accusations, or by the assortment of detractors who seem determined to discredit a man who has spent his life trying to rescue kids who were undeniably taken from their parents and sold into slavery. I have no idea how many enslaved children there are today. I’m sure it’s millions but I can’t prove it. I can only tell you that one is one too many and Tim Ballard has put himself out there in a big way, dedicating his life to making sure that number is as small as possible. It’ll be fascinating, and important, to see what happens as a result. Link in bio$

Mike Rowe Instagram - Such a fine line these days, between funny and sad.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Mike - I saw an old episode of Dirty Jobs today where you sang a song at a garbage dump. It was catchy. Sounded like you were singing the harmony in the background, as well as the melody. Is that music available anywhere? I'd like to see if I could get my chorus at school to sing it. Thanks. Tom Fogle

Hi Tom - I don't have the sheet music handy, but here are the parts I made up many years ago, after a long day of filming at an oyster gathering operation in South Carolina. I actually wrote it in a bathroom and sang it on an episode back in Season 1 with a local guy who just happened to have a guitar. This is what it sounds like 20 years later, with no accompaniment, (and after a couple drinks.) If your chorus can deconstruct it, be my guest! Just post the results here so I can see what you did.

PS. New episode tonight at 8. There will be no singing, but cats will howl!

PPS Barbershop Harmony Society - Somebody please do this better. Crossroads Quartet ???

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Mike Rowe Instagram - Mike - I'm trying to teach my high school chorus the Dirty Jobs song, but can't quite pick out the parts. Do you have the sheet music? If so, can you post it? Great show tonight!
Jack Lopez

Hi Jack
I'm not very good with sheet music… but good luck!
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Mike Rowe Instagram - If you’ve ever felt anxious for reasons you don’t quite understand, this is the episode for you. My guest is a funny and charming guy with a couple of PhDs called Dr. @johndelony There’s no quick fix, obviously, and no snappy bromides or platitudes, but there are some things we can do to make ourselves a little less crazy. Dr. John has helped a lot of people. I have no idea if his words will inspire you, but they made an impression on me. Link in bio for the whole conversation.

Mike Rowe Instagram - The #moon #jupiter and #venus

Hanging out over Sausalito.

Makes me hope another season of How the Universe Works is on the horizon...

Mike Rowe Instagram - I’d like to tell you that “The End of Average” by @ltoddrose is the most important book I’ve read all year, but given today’s date, that seems like some pretty weak tea. So how about this: “The End of Average” holds the key to fixing everything that’s broken in our educational system and reading it will absolutely change the way you evaluate yourself, your kids, your mate, and every other person around you. At least, that’s what it did for me.

Full disclosure, Todd dropped out of high school with a GPA of 0.9. Today, he’s a professor at #Harvard with at least one Ph.D., but please don’t hold that against him. What Todd is offering to society is the very definition of a bottom-up solution. After meeting Todd on my podcast, I made a video about this topic, and I’d be grateful if you’d share it. I’ve been railing against cookie-cutter advice since I started @mikeroweWORKS 16 years ago—I just haven’t been railing as well as Todd.
Watch the full video: https://youtu.be/nBcaFNz0mro
Get a copy of Todd’s book: https://bit.ly/3tWHJeU

Mike Rowe Instagram - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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Mike Rowe Instagram - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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Mike Rowe Instagram - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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Mike Rowe Instagram - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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@discovery

Mike Rowe Instagram - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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@discovery

Mike Rowe Instagram - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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Mike Rowe Instagram - I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we've been friends for 44 years. I don't recall exactly when he became my "old" buddy - probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my "old buddy." Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial.

Happy Birthday old friend.
And many happy returns...
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Mike Rowe Instagram - I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we've been friends for 44 years. I don't recall exactly when he became my "old" buddy - probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my "old buddy." Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial.

Happy Birthday old friend.
And many happy returns...
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Mike Rowe Instagram - I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we've been friends for 44 years. I don't recall exactly when he became my "old" buddy - probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my "old buddy." Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial.

Happy Birthday old friend.
And many happy returns...
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Mike Rowe Instagram - Dear Oklahoma,

Mike Rowe Instagram - Maybe it’s because it’s a Saturday. Or maybe it’s because I’m in Dallas. Whatever the reason, everybody at DFW seems to be VERY familiar with dirty jobs. I’ve shaken about 50 hands in 15 minutes, but this is my favorite so far. Joe works for Wells Fargo. He’s married to a nice Greek girl called Athena. They have an 11 year old kid who wants to be an electrician. You can learn a lot in an airport…

Mike Rowe Instagram - According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees.

Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic.

Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having.

Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery.

Happy New Year!

Mike Rowe Instagram - According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees.

Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic.

Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having.

Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery.

Happy New Year!

Mike Rowe Instagram - According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees.

Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic.

Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having.

Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery.

Happy New Year!

Mike Rowe Instagram - A one of a kind...

#dad #woodworking

Mike Rowe Instagram - At the crossroads of Opportunity and Vocation

We’ve got a million dollars up for grabs. Apply today.
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@mikeroweworks #work #ethic #scholarship

Mike Rowe Instagram - Janice: Mike – Is that you singing the jingle for Manscaped? If so, bravo. It’s both lovely and delightfully inappropriate. If you sing it here, I’ll donate $100 to your foundation. If you Manscape yourself, and film it, I’ll throw in another thousand…

Me: Hi, Janice. Yeah, that was me. I write bad jingles and sing them (poorly) for many of the companies who sponsor my podcast. The proof is in the video. As for your challenge, you can make the checks out to @mikeroweworks Thanks!

Mike Rowe Instagram - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

Mike Rowe Instagram - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

Mike Rowe Instagram - My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.”

And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs.

Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns!
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@mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey

Mike Rowe Instagram - My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.”

And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs.

Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns!
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@mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey

Mike Rowe Instagram - My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.”

And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs.

Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns!
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@mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey

Mike Rowe - 221.2K Likes - If you follow my mom on Facebook, (https://www.facebook.com/TheRealPeggyRowe) you've probably heard my dad had a serious heart attack the day after Christmas. Obviously, we've all been worried and anxious to understand what comes next. I'm happy to report that he's home, and beginning what could be a long road back. On the other hand, tough as he is, it's hard to say. Wouldn't surprise me if he was rolling bocce balls in a week or so. I sure hope so. Thanks in advance for your thoughts and prayers. The Rowe's are much obliged.

221.2K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : If you follow my mom on Facebook, (https://www.facebook.com/TheRealPeggyRowe) you’ve probably heard my dad had a serious heart attack the day after Christmas. Obviously, we’ve all been worried and anxious to understand what comes next. I’m happy to report that he’s home, and beginning what could be a long road back. On the other hand, tough as he is, it’s hard to say. Wouldn’t surprise me if he was rolling bocce balls in a week or so. I sure hope so. Thanks in advance for your thoughts and prayers. The Rowe’s are much obliged.
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Mike Rowe - 123.5K Likes - Another moral dilemma, for your consideration...

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Caption : Another moral dilemma, for your consideration…
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Mike Rowe - 112.8K Likes - Kudos to Mandy, for getting coffee all over my screen at 8 AM on a Sunday.

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Caption : Kudos to Mandy, for getting coffee all over my screen at 8 AM on a Sunday.
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Mike Rowe - 96.9K Likes - This morning, on the way to the airport, I realized that my driver, a man who has been taking me to the airport at least three times a month for the last 20 years and become a friend has family in Gaza.

“Are they okay?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “All lines of communication are down. There is no electricity. Everything is closed. There have been many, many explosions…”

He didn’t say more, and I didn’t ask more. Because what is there to say at a moment like this? The man’s family does not support Hamas, or Hezbollah, or their puppet masters in Iran. And yet, they live in a place from which the devils operate. I wanted to ask, “Why? Why haven’t they left like you did, so many years ago?”

But I couldn’t. Because he knows that the response to what just happened is going to be both righteous and terrible, and a lot of innocent people are going to die. Hard to know what to say to a man who is scared for his family, and praying that Israel will show restraint, when you’re quietly hoping that Israel will act decisively to eradicate Hamas and Hezbollah from the face of the earth, once and for all.

Obviously, I don’t know any more than anyone else who’s trying to keep up with the latest events, and those events are unfolding very, very quickly. Personally, I’m appalled this morning by the sheer savagery of what happened, and by the hesitation of our news networks to show America the videos I’ve seen on various social media sites – videos that leaves no doubt that the “rocket attack” was also a distraction. A distraction that allowed terrorists to cross the border and butcher hundreds of women and children including it seems, Americans. And yes, I’m also angered by the administration’s position that giving $6 billion to Iran “didn’t make it easier” for them to orchestrate this entire event, or for that matter, their reluctance to admit what the Wall Street Journal has already confirmed – that Iran funded and helped organize these attacks. It’s just - stunning.

A prayer for the innocents, if you’re the praying type, and for the hostages, who are now in the company of devils.

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Caption : This morning, on the way to the airport, I realized that my driver, a man who has been taking me to the airport at least three times a month for the last 20 years and become a friend has family in Gaza. “Are they okay?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “All lines of communication are down. There is no electricity. Everything is closed. There have been many, many explosions…” He didn’t say more, and I didn’t ask more. Because what is there to say at a moment like this? The man’s family does not support Hamas, or Hezbollah, or their puppet masters in Iran. And yet, they live in a place from which the devils operate. I wanted to ask, “Why? Why haven’t they left like you did, so many years ago?” But I couldn’t. Because he knows that the response to what just happened is going to be both righteous and terrible, and a lot of innocent people are going to die. Hard to know what to say to a man who is scared for his family, and praying that Israel will show restraint, when you’re quietly hoping that Israel will act decisively to eradicate Hamas and Hezbollah from the face of the earth, once and for all. Obviously, I don’t know any more than anyone else who’s trying to keep up with the latest events, and those events are unfolding very, very quickly. Personally, I’m appalled this morning by the sheer savagery of what happened, and by the hesitation of our news networks to show America the videos I’ve seen on various social media sites – videos that leaves no doubt that the “rocket attack” was also a distraction. A distraction that allowed terrorists to cross the border and butcher hundreds of women and children including it seems, Americans. And yes, I’m also angered by the administration’s position that giving $6 billion to Iran “didn’t make it easier” for them to orchestrate this entire event, or for that matter, their reluctance to admit what the Wall Street Journal has already confirmed – that Iran funded and helped organize these attacks. It’s just – stunning. A prayer for the innocents, if you’re the praying type, and for the hostages, who are now in the company of devils.
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Mike Rowe - 92.9K Likes - Kids

Elyse: Excuse me, are you Mike Rowe?

Me: I am. Who are you?

Elyse: I’m Elyse, and this is my little sister, Olivia.

Me: Well, it’s very nice to meet you both. I like your sunglasses. Very stylish.

Elyse: Thank you. We’re very sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I just wanted to say that we’re both big fans of Dirty Jobs, and really appreciate your support of the skilled trades.

Me: Really?

Elyse: Yes, we never miss an episode, and we love what you stand for.

Me: Is that true, Olivia?

Olivia: (No comment.)

Elyse: My sister is shy, but she thinks you’re pretty great.

Me: Well, thank you, Olivia. I’m very flattered.

Elyse: She doesn’t know what “flattered” means.

Me: I see. Where are your parents?

Elyse: That’s my dad over there.

Me: The man with his head in his hands?

Elyse: Yes, that’s him. He told us it was okay to come over here and say hello.

Me: I see. Do you think he’d mind if I took a picture of you and your little sister, and shared it with a few million people?

Elyse: Why?

Me: So everyone can see how cool your glasses are.

Elyse: “Dad, can the dirty man take our picture and share it with a few million people?”

Me: A thumbs-up still means yes, right?

Elyse: Yep!

Me: Cool. Can I have piece of your cookie?

Elyse: Don’t push it, mister...
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Caption : Kids Elyse: Excuse me, are you Mike Rowe? Me: I am. Who are you? Elyse: I’m Elyse, and this is my little sister, Olivia. Me: Well, it’s very nice to meet you both. I like your sunglasses. Very stylish. Elyse: Thank you. We’re very sorry to interrupt your lunch, but I just wanted to say that we’re both big fans of Dirty Jobs, and really appreciate your support of the skilled trades. Me: Really? Elyse: Yes, we never miss an episode, and we love what you stand for. Me: Is that true, Olivia? Olivia: (No comment.) Elyse: My sister is shy, but she thinks you’re pretty great. Me: Well, thank you, Olivia. I’m very flattered. Elyse: She doesn’t know what “flattered” means. Me: I see. Where are your parents? Elyse: That’s my dad over there. Me: The man with his head in his hands? Elyse: Yes, that’s him. He told us it was okay to come over here and say hello. Me: I see. Do you think he’d mind if I took a picture of you and your little sister, and shared it with a few million people? Elyse: Why? Me: So everyone can see how cool your glasses are. Elyse: “Dad, can the dirty man take our picture and share it with a few million people?” Me: A thumbs-up still means yes, right? Elyse: Yep! Me: Cool. Can I have piece of your cookie? Elyse: Don’t push it, mister… . . . #kids #dirtyjobs #fans #cookies
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Mike Rowe - 77K Likes - See You on the Other Side

I want to extend my deepest sympathies to the family of Fred Hurt. Like many who watched "Gold Rush," I felt like I had come to know the man they called "Dakota" Fred, and I guess Fred felt as though he had come to know me as well. I assume this to be the case because Fred’s family – as you’ll see below - has encouraged his many fans to make a donation to the mikeroweWORKS foundation in honor of Fred's memory.

“Flattered” is not the right word to describe my reaction, though it’s hard not to feel flattered under the circumstances. "Humbled" is maybe a better choice, but that's not quite right either. Perhaps a combination of the two? “Flumbled,” perhaps? If there were such a word, I’d say to the Hurt family that I am indeed, “flumbled” that you wish to honor Fred’s memory by supporting @mikeroweworks of a man who didn’t even know your loved one.

77K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : See You on the Other Side I want to extend my deepest sympathies to the family of Fred Hurt. Like many who watched “Gold Rush,” I felt like I had come to know the man they called “Dakota” Fred, and I guess Fred felt as though he had come to know me as well. I assume this to be the case because Fred’s family – as you’ll see below – has encouraged his many fans to make a donation to the mikeroweWORKS foundation in honor of Fred’s memory. “Flattered” is not the right word to describe my reaction, though it’s hard not to feel flattered under the circumstances. “Humbled” is maybe a better choice, but that’s not quite right either. Perhaps a combination of the two? “Flumbled,” perhaps? If there were such a word, I’d say to the Hurt family that I am indeed, “flumbled” that you wish to honor Fred’s memory by supporting @mikeroweworks of a man who didn’t even know your loved one.
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Mike Rowe - 63.5K Likes - Boarding a flight at DFW. Just saw this on a monitor. Airports are funny places…

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Caption : Boarding a flight at DFW. Just saw this on a monitor. Airports are funny places…
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Mike Rowe - 58.5K Likes - My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom.
“That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.”
“Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.”
“Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?”
“No, Michael. I called a librarian.”
“Really? And I’m the smart-ass?”
“Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.”
“Well, put him on,” I said.
“He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.”
“I’m sending you some pictures right now.”
“Pictures of what?”
“Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.”
“I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.”
“There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.”
“Thank you.”
“I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.”
“Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.”
“Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.”
“Very versatile,” I said.
“Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!”
“Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.”
“You do that.”
“Think he’d mind if I share his photo?”
“Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that...”

58.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom. “That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.” “Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.” “Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?” “No, Michael. I called a librarian.” “Really? And I’m the smart-ass?” “Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.” “Well, put him on,” I said. “He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.” “Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.” “I’m sending you some pictures right now.” “Pictures of what?” “Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.” “I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.” “There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.” “Thank you.” “I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.” “Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.” “Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.” “Very versatile,” I said. “Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.” “Then why did you call me?” “Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!” “Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.” “You do that.” “Think he’d mind if I share his photo?” “Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that…”
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Mike Rowe - 58.5K Likes - My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom.
“That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.”
“Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.”
“Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?”
“No, Michael. I called a librarian.”
“Really? And I’m the smart-ass?”
“Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.”
“Well, put him on,” I said.
“He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.”
“I’m sending you some pictures right now.”
“Pictures of what?”
“Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.”
“I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.”
“There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.”
“Thank you.”
“I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.”
“Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.”
“Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.”
“Very versatile,” I said.
“Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!”
“Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.”
“You do that.”
“Think he’d mind if I share his photo?”
“Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that...”

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Caption : My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom. “That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.” “Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.” “Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?” “No, Michael. I called a librarian.” “Really? And I’m the smart-ass?” “Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.” “Well, put him on,” I said. “He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.” “Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.” “I’m sending you some pictures right now.” “Pictures of what?” “Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.” “I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.” “There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.” “Thank you.” “I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.” “Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.” “Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.” “Very versatile,” I said. “Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.” “Then why did you call me?” “Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!” “Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.” “You do that.” “Think he’d mind if I share his photo?” “Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that…”
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Mike Rowe - 58.5K Likes - My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom.
“That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.”
“Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.”
“Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?”
“No, Michael. I called a librarian.”
“Really? And I’m the smart-ass?”
“Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.”
“Well, put him on,” I said.
“He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.”
“I’m sending you some pictures right now.”
“Pictures of what?”
“Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.”
“I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.”
“There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.”
“Thank you.”
“I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.”
“Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.”
“Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.”
“Very versatile,” I said.
“Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.”
“Then why did you call me?”
“Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!”
“Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.”
“You do that.”
“Think he’d mind if I share his photo?”
“Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that...”

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Caption : My mother called this morning, to tell me she had a leak in her bathroom. “That’s perfectly normal, Mom. I’ve had two so far today.” “Don’t be such a smart-ass, Michael. We have a broken pipe, and it’s creating problems for the people downstairs.” “Bummer,” I said. “Did you call a plumber?” “No, Michael. I called a librarian.” “Really? And I’m the smart-ass?” “Of course, I called a plumber. His name is Doug. He loves Dirty Jobs and wants to tell you hello.” “Well, put him on,” I said. “He just left. So, I’m telling you for him.” “Oh. Okay. Well, tell him hello back if you ever see him again.” “I’m sending you some pictures right now.” “Pictures of what?” “Pictures of Doug at work. And pictures of our broken pipes.” “I’m not sure what to with that information, Mom.” “There’s nothing to do, Michael. I just like to keep you informed.” “Thank you.” “I also thought you might be curious to see what kind of filth comes off of your parent’s bodies. I had no idea we were so disgusting.” “Yeah, I’m looking at the pictures now. Very enlightening.” “Doug also fixed our television. He’s an excellent plumber.” “Very versatile,” I said. “Indeed. Look, I can’t talk now, your father’s waiting for me in the pool hall.” “Then why did you call me?” “Because I wanted to tell you about Doug. He’s such a good plumber. He had his shirt tucked in and everything!” “Alright. I’ll keep him in mind next time a have a leak in my bathroom.” “You do that.” “Think he’d mind if I share his photo?” “Probably not. But don’t share that disgusting pipe filled with our filth and dead skin. No one wants to see that…”
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Mike Rowe - 56.6K Likes - There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous.

“Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?”

“He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.”

“What’s his name?” I asked.

Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.”

So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon.

Till then, I remain much obliged.

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Caption : There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous. “Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?” “He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.” “What’s his name?” I asked. Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.” So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon. Till then, I remain much obliged.
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Mike Rowe - 56.6K Likes - There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous.

“Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?”

“He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.”

“What’s his name?” I asked.

Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.”

So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon.

Till then, I remain much obliged.

56.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous. “Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?” “He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.” “What’s his name?” I asked. Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.” So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon. Till then, I remain much obliged.
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Mike Rowe - 56.6K Likes - There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous.

“Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?”

“He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.”

“What’s his name?” I asked.

Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.”

So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon.

Till then, I remain much obliged.

56.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : There’s a place in Casper, WY called @silverfoxcasper where they tie bacon into knots and put them in Bloody Mary’s. This is an excellent idea and should be replicated far and wide. I had dinner there last night but didn’t pay for it because one of the diners picked up my tab. This was both very generous and very unnecessary, and when I walked over to thank the gentleman, I learned from Victoria, my excellent server, that he had left a few moments before and wished to remain anonymous. “Well, crap,” I said. “How am I supposed to say thanks?” “He’s a regular,” said Victoria. “I’ll tell him next time he comes in.” “What’s his name?” I asked. Victoria thought for a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Everybody here just calls him “Tall Cowboy.” So, if you’re out there, Tall Cowboy, this is the photo I would have taken of the two of us, which is precisely where you were sitting when you bought my dinner. Also attached is the receipt, which I’ve signed and asked Victoria to give to you next time you dine there or enjoy a Bloody Mary with a piece of knotted bacon. Till then, I remain much obliged.
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Mike Rowe - 54.9K Likes - Of all the really bad ideas moldering before Congress, The PRO Act has got to be among the most odious. If it passes, no less than 70,000,000 independent contractors across the country will lose their independent status. Tens of thousands of truck drivers, graphic artists, dance instructors, cameramen, speech therapists, real estate agents, skilled tradespeople, and countless other Americans who would prefer not to labor as traditonal employees will be forced to do so…or find a new line of work. Likewise, thousands of small businesses that simply can’t hire full time employees will be forced to close.

I don’t weigh in too often on political matters, and God knows, I’m not looking to pick a fight with the unions, (who are solidly behind this really bad idea.) For the record, @mikeroweworks has assisted many people who belong to a variety of trade unions, and I respect their right to do so. But the freedom to work independently is an essential part of being an American, and the attempt to eliminate freelancing from America’s labor force reeks of an ulterior motive, particularly among the unions that pushed it forward. Even if the endeavor was genuinely well-intended, the result is fraught with unintended and devastating consequences. If you want to help me stop this assault on the right to freelance, watch the full video on @youtube and share it. It’s too late for the freelancers in California, and the small companies who rely upon them. But the rest of the country need not follow us off the cliff.

Links in bio.

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Caption : Of all the really bad ideas moldering before Congress, The PRO Act has got to be among the most odious. If it passes, no less than 70,000,000 independent contractors across the country will lose their independent status. Tens of thousands of truck drivers, graphic artists, dance instructors, cameramen, speech therapists, real estate agents, skilled tradespeople, and countless other Americans who would prefer not to labor as traditonal employees will be forced to do so…or find a new line of work. Likewise, thousands of small businesses that simply can’t hire full time employees will be forced to close. I don’t weigh in too often on political matters, and God knows, I’m not looking to pick a fight with the unions, (who are solidly behind this really bad idea.) For the record, @mikeroweworks has assisted many people who belong to a variety of trade unions, and I respect their right to do so. But the freedom to work independently is an essential part of being an American, and the attempt to eliminate freelancing from America’s labor force reeks of an ulterior motive, particularly among the unions that pushed it forward. Even if the endeavor was genuinely well-intended, the result is fraught with unintended and devastating consequences. If you want to help me stop this assault on the right to freelance, watch the full video on @youtube and share it. It’s too late for the freelancers in California, and the small companies who rely upon them. But the rest of the country need not follow us off the cliff. Links in bio.
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Mike Rowe - 54.7K Likes - The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

BY RANDALL JARRELL

From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,

And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.

Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,

I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.

When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

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If you were a machine gunner on a B-17 during the second world war, the ball turret was without question, the last place you wanted to be. Conditions were impossibly cramped. Temperatures at altitude were often 40 or 50 below zero. There was no room to move or stretch or turn around, for hours at a time. Sometimes, for many hours.

4,735 B-17's were shot down during the war, most with crews of ten men. Some survived, but very few in the ball turret did. And yes, those who perished were often washed out with a hose.

Not a pleasant thing to contemplate, but it's D-Day, and some things shouldn't be forgotten.
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#dday #sacrifice #neverforget

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Caption : The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner BY RANDALL JARRELL From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. —- If you were a machine gunner on a B-17 during the second world war, the ball turret was without question, the last place you wanted to be. Conditions were impossibly cramped. Temperatures at altitude were often 40 or 50 below zero. There was no room to move or stretch or turn around, for hours at a time. Sometimes, for many hours. 4,735 B-17’s were shot down during the war, most with crews of ten men. Some survived, but very few in the ball turret did. And yes, those who perished were often washed out with a hose. Not a pleasant thing to contemplate, but it’s D-Day, and some things shouldn’t be forgotten. . . . #dday #sacrifice #neverforget
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Mike Rowe - 52.5K Likes - Before I remind you all once again, and probably for the last time, that July 4th is the last day to catch Something to Stand For in a theater, I want to close the loop on a problem that several of you have brought to my attention, regarding a handful of theaters that canceled the movie without first notifying those who had already purchased a ticket. Here’s what happened. In late May, shortly after I encouraged people to buy a ticket in advance, several theaters pulled out. I don’t know how many, and I don’t know why. All I know for sure, is the theaters are supposed to contact the intermediary who sells the tickets to the consumer—in this case, Fandango. Fandango is then supposed to alert the consumer and facilitate the refund. Well, I’ve been hearing stories from people who drove across town with their families a few weeks after buying a ticket, to see a movie that wasn’t playing. That’s really unfortunate, and I want to apologize to everyone who was inconvenienced. Equally unfortunate, is the fact that some of those same people have had trouble getting a refund, while others said they got a refund for their tickets but could not get a refund for the “convenience fee” charged by Fandango to facilitate the original transaction. I’m still not sure why this happened, but it’s completely unacceptable. Today, I learned from the distributor, Fathom Events, that Fandango is now in the process of reaching out directly to customers who were impacted. If you are such a customer, expect to be contacted shortly. If you’re not contacted by the end of this week, let me know, and I’ll do whatever I need to do to get it resolved.

On a more positive note, the people who have seen Something to Stand For, absolutely love it. The film has been reviewed nearly 500 times on Rotten Tomatoes and still has a 98% audience rating. It’s been a privilege to tell the stories of men and women I genuinely admire. I’m proud of the film and think you and your family will love it. Thanks, and Happy Independence Day.

PS. Link in bio to see an accurate listing of all the theaters airing the film tomorrow.

PPS. For what it's worth, Freddy gave it two paws up…

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Caption : Before I remind you all once again, and probably for the last time, that July 4th is the last day to catch Something to Stand For in a theater, I want to close the loop on a problem that several of you have brought to my attention, regarding a handful of theaters that canceled the movie without first notifying those who had already purchased a ticket. Here’s what happened. In late May, shortly after I encouraged people to buy a ticket in advance, several theaters pulled out. I don’t know how many, and I don’t know why. All I know for sure, is the theaters are supposed to contact the intermediary who sells the tickets to the consumer—in this case, Fandango. Fandango is then supposed to alert the consumer and facilitate the refund. Well, I’ve been hearing stories from people who drove across town with their families a few weeks after buying a ticket, to see a movie that wasn’t playing. That’s really unfortunate, and I want to apologize to everyone who was inconvenienced. Equally unfortunate, is the fact that some of those same people have had trouble getting a refund, while others said they got a refund for their tickets but could not get a refund for the “convenience fee” charged by Fandango to facilitate the original transaction. I’m still not sure why this happened, but it’s completely unacceptable. Today, I learned from the distributor, Fathom Events, that Fandango is now in the process of reaching out directly to customers who were impacted. If you are such a customer, expect to be contacted shortly. If you’re not contacted by the end of this week, let me know, and I’ll do whatever I need to do to get it resolved. On a more positive note, the people who have seen Something to Stand For, absolutely love it. The film has been reviewed nearly 500 times on Rotten Tomatoes and still has a 98% audience rating. It’s been a privilege to tell the stories of men and women I genuinely admire. I’m proud of the film and think you and your family will love it. Thanks, and Happy Independence Day. PS. Link in bio to see an accurate listing of all the theaters airing the film tomorrow. PPS. For what it’s worth, Freddy gave it two paws up…
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Mike Rowe - 52.2K Likes - Are you among the 96,600 people currently being deceived on the FAKE ACCOUNT that claims to me, but isn’t? Even if you’re not, (and I really hope you’re not), I’d be grateful if you’d share this. @tiktok has yet to take action, and people are getting fleeced right and left.

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Caption : Are you among the 96,600 people currently being deceived on the FAKE ACCOUNT that claims to me, but isn’t? Even if you’re not, (and I really hope you’re not), I’d be grateful if you’d share this. @tiktok has yet to take action, and people are getting fleeced right and left.
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Mike Rowe - 51.9K Likes - Top this!
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#dirtyjobs

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Caption : Top this! . . . #dirtyjobs
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Mike Rowe - 48.5K Likes - Here's a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support.

Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling.

Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash.

The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry - if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.)

Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.

48.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Here’s a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support. Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling. Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash. The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry – if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.) Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.
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Mike Rowe - 48.5K Likes - Here's a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support.

Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling.

Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash.

The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry - if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.)

Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.

48.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Here’s a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support. Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling. Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash. The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry – if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.) Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.
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Mike Rowe - 48.5K Likes - Here's a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support.

Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling.

Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash.

The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry - if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.)

Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.

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Caption : Here’s a picture of a guitar I got in the mail on Thursday, signed by the members of @Metallica. It’s an extraordinary gift, and I’m not sure what to do with it, other than play it to the best of my ability, which admittedly is not very good, and use it to incite envy in others. As I mentioned previously, Metallica honored my foundation in December at a sold-out concert in Los Angeles. They are a very generous group of rockers, and their own foundation – All Within My Hands – is terrific, and worthy of your support. Here too, is a photo of my mother I received on Friday. As you can see, she’s returning home after a cataract surgery, looking very much like an elderly pirate. She also appears to be driving, which caused me to spit my coffee back into my cup. I then realized the camera reverses the image, which was a great relief, until I deduced that it was my father who was therefore behind the wheel, which caused me to spit out more coffee. Pictures can be troubling. Yesterday morning, for instance, I took a picture of an opossum on a leash. The opossum was tied to park bench overlooking the ocean, where a hobo was sleeping. It hissed at me as jogged by, and caused me to leap and make an uncharastically high-pitched noise. (I realize that “hobo” is no longer used to describe those who wander from place to place, with no actual address, but I’m sorry – if you’ve got an opossum on a leash, and you’re sleeping on a park bench, you’re a hobo.) Anyway, the opossum didn’t look friendly, and its owner was asleep, so I didn’t linger. I just kept jogging and considered a world of philanthropic rock stars, autographed guitars, one-eyed mothers, ninety-year-old chauffeurs, and hobos with opossums on leashes. None of it made a lot of sense, so I just kept jogging, and wondered what tomorrow might bring.
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Mike Rowe - 43.5K Likes - Back in 1984, most of my friends had a porno mustache. I could have grown one myself, I guess, but it wasn’t really my thing. That’s not to say I wasn’t guilty of other dubious fashion statements. Here, for instance, I’m dressed like a black-jack dealer on a break from my duties at The Moulin Rouge. And speaking of rouge, yes, I’m wearing some. As are my old friends, Pat Paul, (porno-stash to my left) and his brother Mike Paul, (porno-stash to his left) and Michael Gellert, (porno-stash to my right.) We were a barbershop quartet called Tyson Street.

I won’t even try to explain why four unapologetically virile, masculine men would dress from time to time in matching outfits and slather on pancake and rouge to compete with other male foursomes in elaborate singing contests. But we did, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. This photo was taken after a competition in Pennsylvania where we came in 17th. Funny, I remember thinking at the time that we had a shot at winning. When they announced that we came in 17th, I remember laughing with my mustachioed friends. I miss the days when we could harmonize, not on the stage or in matching outfits, but in a stairwell, or on a street corner, or in a restaurant, where unsuspecting diners were delighted (were they?) to hear us ring out an old chestnut. Or better yet, on a sailboat anchored somewhere in the Chesapeake, where innocent passersby weren't subjected to the sounds of a quartet fueled by a cooler full of beer. There are friendships, and there are friendships held together with beer and close harmony. Those friendships are the best.

Mike Gellert turns 70 today. I wish to take this opportunity to acknowledge his dotage. I’m struggling to believe how my old friend can be 70 years old. As always, I’m still nine years younger, but still don’t they go by in a blink? I’m sitting here with my 91-year-old dad this morning, who is doing better every day since his heart attack last week and wondering how quickly the next 30 years will go, if I’m lucky enough to have them. Wish me well, and him, a hell of a happy birthday.

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Caption : Back in 1984, most of my friends had a porno mustache. I could have grown one myself, I guess, but it wasn’t really my thing. That’s not to say I wasn’t guilty of other dubious fashion statements. Here, for instance, I’m dressed like a black-jack dealer on a break from my duties at The Moulin Rouge. And speaking of rouge, yes, I’m wearing some. As are my old friends, Pat Paul, (porno-stash to my left) and his brother Mike Paul, (porno-stash to his left) and Michael Gellert, (porno-stash to my right.) We were a barbershop quartet called Tyson Street. I won’t even try to explain why four unapologetically virile, masculine men would dress from time to time in matching outfits and slather on pancake and rouge to compete with other male foursomes in elaborate singing contests. But we did, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. This photo was taken after a competition in Pennsylvania where we came in 17th. Funny, I remember thinking at the time that we had a shot at winning. When they announced that we came in 17th, I remember laughing with my mustachioed friends. I miss the days when we could harmonize, not on the stage or in matching outfits, but in a stairwell, or on a street corner, or in a restaurant, where unsuspecting diners were delighted (were they?) to hear us ring out an old chestnut. Or better yet, on a sailboat anchored somewhere in the Chesapeake, where innocent passersby weren’t subjected to the sounds of a quartet fueled by a cooler full of beer. There are friendships, and there are friendships held together with beer and close harmony. Those friendships are the best. Mike Gellert turns 70 today. I wish to take this opportunity to acknowledge his dotage. I’m struggling to believe how my old friend can be 70 years old. As always, I’m still nine years younger, but still don’t they go by in a blink? I’m sitting here with my 91-year-old dad this morning, who is doing better every day since his heart attack last week and wondering how quickly the next 30 years will go, if I’m lucky enough to have them. Wish me well, and him, a hell of a happy birthday.
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Mike Rowe - 43.5K Likes - Back in 1984, most of my friends had a porno mustache. I could have grown one myself, I guess, but it wasn’t really my thing. That’s not to say I wasn’t guilty of other dubious fashion statements. Here, for instance, I’m dressed like a black-jack dealer on a break from my duties at The Moulin Rouge. And speaking of rouge, yes, I’m wearing some. As are my old friends, Pat Paul, (porno-stash to my left) and his brother Mike Paul, (porno-stash to his left) and Michael Gellert, (porno-stash to my right.) We were a barbershop quartet called Tyson Street.

I won’t even try to explain why four unapologetically virile, masculine men would dress from time to time in matching outfits and slather on pancake and rouge to compete with other male foursomes in elaborate singing contests. But we did, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. This photo was taken after a competition in Pennsylvania where we came in 17th. Funny, I remember thinking at the time that we had a shot at winning. When they announced that we came in 17th, I remember laughing with my mustachioed friends. I miss the days when we could harmonize, not on the stage or in matching outfits, but in a stairwell, or on a street corner, or in a restaurant, where unsuspecting diners were delighted (were they?) to hear us ring out an old chestnut. Or better yet, on a sailboat anchored somewhere in the Chesapeake, where innocent passersby weren't subjected to the sounds of a quartet fueled by a cooler full of beer. There are friendships, and there are friendships held together with beer and close harmony. Those friendships are the best.

Mike Gellert turns 70 today. I wish to take this opportunity to acknowledge his dotage. I’m struggling to believe how my old friend can be 70 years old. As always, I’m still nine years younger, but still don’t they go by in a blink? I’m sitting here with my 91-year-old dad this morning, who is doing better every day since his heart attack last week and wondering how quickly the next 30 years will go, if I’m lucky enough to have them. Wish me well, and him, a hell of a happy birthday.

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Caption : Back in 1984, most of my friends had a porno mustache. I could have grown one myself, I guess, but it wasn’t really my thing. That’s not to say I wasn’t guilty of other dubious fashion statements. Here, for instance, I’m dressed like a black-jack dealer on a break from my duties at The Moulin Rouge. And speaking of rouge, yes, I’m wearing some. As are my old friends, Pat Paul, (porno-stash to my left) and his brother Mike Paul, (porno-stash to his left) and Michael Gellert, (porno-stash to my right.) We were a barbershop quartet called Tyson Street. I won’t even try to explain why four unapologetically virile, masculine men would dress from time to time in matching outfits and slather on pancake and rouge to compete with other male foursomes in elaborate singing contests. But we did, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. This photo was taken after a competition in Pennsylvania where we came in 17th. Funny, I remember thinking at the time that we had a shot at winning. When they announced that we came in 17th, I remember laughing with my mustachioed friends. I miss the days when we could harmonize, not on the stage or in matching outfits, but in a stairwell, or on a street corner, or in a restaurant, where unsuspecting diners were delighted (were they?) to hear us ring out an old chestnut. Or better yet, on a sailboat anchored somewhere in the Chesapeake, where innocent passersby weren’t subjected to the sounds of a quartet fueled by a cooler full of beer. There are friendships, and there are friendships held together with beer and close harmony. Those friendships are the best. Mike Gellert turns 70 today. I wish to take this opportunity to acknowledge his dotage. I’m struggling to believe how my old friend can be 70 years old. As always, I’m still nine years younger, but still don’t they go by in a blink? I’m sitting here with my 91-year-old dad this morning, who is doing better every day since his heart attack last week and wondering how quickly the next 30 years will go, if I’m lucky enough to have them. Wish me well, and him, a hell of a happy birthday.
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Mike Rowe - 40.7K Likes - Can you imagine hearing a joke like this on a kid's show, back in the 80s? 😆

From Dirty Jobs to dirty jokes, Mike Rowe made waves on Sesame Street and had tons of hate mail to prove it!

Tune in on your favorite podcasting platform!🎙️

#dirtyjobs #dirtyjokes #sesamestreetmemes

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Caption : Can you imagine hearing a joke like this on a kid’s show, back in the 80s? 😆 From Dirty Jobs to dirty jokes, Mike Rowe made waves on Sesame Street and had tons of hate mail to prove it! Tune in on your favorite podcasting platform!🎙️ #dirtyjobs #dirtyjokes #sesamestreetmemes
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Mike Rowe - 40.2K Likes - In case you missed it, say hello to @gabbyreece, a tall drink of water overflowing with charm. There’s probably somebody out there who doesn’t like her, but I can’t imagine who, or why. She’s awesome, and our conversation proves it. Link to the full video -
https://youtu.be/80Q7HA8l-UY?si=7UxpDAimOc4KodqW

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Caption : In case you missed it, say hello to @gabbyreece, a tall drink of water overflowing with charm. There’s probably somebody out there who doesn’t like her, but I can’t imagine who, or why. She’s awesome, and our conversation proves it. Link to the full video – https://youtu.be/80Q7HA8l-UY?si=7UxpDAimOc4KodqW
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Mike Rowe - 39.3K Likes - I sure do appreciate all the well wishes from so many of you worried about my dad, who continues to recover at home from a heart attack (or two) the day after Christmas. If you want a more detailed account of his convalescence, including the gradual but nevertheless spectacular reawakening of his lower GI Tract, I’ll direct you to my mother’s page, where details (and photos) await. Here, I’ll keep it tasteful, and simply tell you that for the last week, I personally observed a 91-year-old man get a little stronger and a little more determined with every passing day. At this rate, he’ll be back in the Shuffleboard Tournament this Tuesday. In fact, he probably could have competed this past Tuesday, had his wife permitted it. Here, he can be seen kicking my butt in back-to-back games just a few days ago – 18-9, and 15-13. After that, my mother – with not a trace of pity - vanquished us both in a vicious game of Big 2, which I regret teaching her every time we play.

I’d love to chat, but I’m off to Lichtenstein, for reasons I’ll explain later. Till then,

Weidersehen,
Mike

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Caption : I sure do appreciate all the well wishes from so many of you worried about my dad, who continues to recover at home from a heart attack (or two) the day after Christmas. If you want a more detailed account of his convalescence, including the gradual but nevertheless spectacular reawakening of his lower GI Tract, I’ll direct you to my mother’s page, where details (and photos) await. Here, I’ll keep it tasteful, and simply tell you that for the last week, I personally observed a 91-year-old man get a little stronger and a little more determined with every passing day. At this rate, he’ll be back in the Shuffleboard Tournament this Tuesday. In fact, he probably could have competed this past Tuesday, had his wife permitted it. Here, he can be seen kicking my butt in back-to-back games just a few days ago – 18-9, and 15-13. After that, my mother – with not a trace of pity – vanquished us both in a vicious game of Big 2, which I regret teaching her every time we play. I’d love to chat, but I’m off to Lichtenstein, for reasons I’ll explain later. Till then, Weidersehen, Mike
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Mike Rowe - 39.3K Likes - I sure do appreciate all the well wishes from so many of you worried about my dad, who continues to recover at home from a heart attack (or two) the day after Christmas. If you want a more detailed account of his convalescence, including the gradual but nevertheless spectacular reawakening of his lower GI Tract, I’ll direct you to my mother’s page, where details (and photos) await. Here, I’ll keep it tasteful, and simply tell you that for the last week, I personally observed a 91-year-old man get a little stronger and a little more determined with every passing day. At this rate, he’ll be back in the Shuffleboard Tournament this Tuesday. In fact, he probably could have competed this past Tuesday, had his wife permitted it. Here, he can be seen kicking my butt in back-to-back games just a few days ago – 18-9, and 15-13. After that, my mother – with not a trace of pity - vanquished us both in a vicious game of Big 2, which I regret teaching her every time we play.

I’d love to chat, but I’m off to Lichtenstein, for reasons I’ll explain later. Till then,

Weidersehen,
Mike

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Caption : I sure do appreciate all the well wishes from so many of you worried about my dad, who continues to recover at home from a heart attack (or two) the day after Christmas. If you want a more detailed account of his convalescence, including the gradual but nevertheless spectacular reawakening of his lower GI Tract, I’ll direct you to my mother’s page, where details (and photos) await. Here, I’ll keep it tasteful, and simply tell you that for the last week, I personally observed a 91-year-old man get a little stronger and a little more determined with every passing day. At this rate, he’ll be back in the Shuffleboard Tournament this Tuesday. In fact, he probably could have competed this past Tuesday, had his wife permitted it. Here, he can be seen kicking my butt in back-to-back games just a few days ago – 18-9, and 15-13. After that, my mother – with not a trace of pity – vanquished us both in a vicious game of Big 2, which I regret teaching her every time we play. I’d love to chat, but I’m off to Lichtenstein, for reasons I’ll explain later. Till then, Weidersehen, Mike
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Mike Rowe - 39K Likes - I was in Memphis a few weeks ago speaking at @thefreedomfest when my old friend @gillespienick from @reasonmagazine asked if I’d appear on his excellent podcast again. I said sure and asked him if he thought our conversation would be as reasonable as those in the past. He said, “I have no reason to expect otherwise.” “Well then,” I replied, “would it therefore be reasonable of me to request your permission to share our chat with the people who listen to my podcast as well?” Nick considered for a moment and then said, “Sure. That would be perfectly reasonable.”

Here’s a reasonably short clip. To listen to the entire convo, link in bio.

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Caption : I was in Memphis a few weeks ago speaking at @thefreedomfest when my old friend @gillespienick from @reasonmagazine asked if I’d appear on his excellent podcast again. I said sure and asked him if he thought our conversation would be as reasonable as those in the past. He said, “I have no reason to expect otherwise.” “Well then,” I replied, “would it therefore be reasonable of me to request your permission to share our chat with the people who listen to my podcast as well?” Nick considered for a moment and then said, “Sure. That would be perfectly reasonable.” Here’s a reasonably short clip. To listen to the entire convo, link in bio.
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Mike Rowe - 37.1K Likes - Because I’ve made a case for trade schools and apprenticeship programs a lot of people assume I’m opposed to four-year diplomas and other forms of so-called “higher education.” I’m not. I’m opposed to the idea that a college degree is the best path for the most people. I’m hopeful that videos like this one will get passed around and clear up any ambiguity. In no way is my foundation at odds with those who choose to attend university. We’re just trying to make sure that every option is on the table, for every kid trying to figure out how to make a living. Toward that end, we’re now accepting applications for our next round of work ethic scholarships. If you or someone you know wants to pursue a career in the skilled trades, we’d be honored to help. Apply today.
Link in bio

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Caption : Because I’ve made a case for trade schools and apprenticeship programs a lot of people assume I’m opposed to four-year diplomas and other forms of so-called “higher education.” I’m not. I’m opposed to the idea that a college degree is the best path for the most people. I’m hopeful that videos like this one will get passed around and clear up any ambiguity. In no way is my foundation at odds with those who choose to attend university. We’re just trying to make sure that every option is on the table, for every kid trying to figure out how to make a living. Toward that end, we’re now accepting applications for our next round of work ethic scholarships. If you or someone you know wants to pursue a career in the skilled trades, we’d be honored to help. Apply today. Link in bio
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Mike Rowe - 37.1K Likes - My mom, Peggy Rowe, is 86 years old today and hanging tough. She’s been busy these last few weeks looking after my dad, who continues to recover nicely from his Christmas surprise. If you’d like to join me in wishing her the happiest of birthdays, or, if you’d like me to pass along a message, please spell it out in the comments below.

As for you, Mother, I’m sorry I’m not in Baltimore today to celebrate another trip around the sun. But like you, I’m terribly busy doing a variety of important things. I sure do love you, though, and wish you many happy returns. As usual, there will be no sappy card for you to make fun of and then throw away. xoxo Mike

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Caption : My mom, Peggy Rowe, is 86 years old today and hanging tough. She’s been busy these last few weeks looking after my dad, who continues to recover nicely from his Christmas surprise. If you’d like to join me in wishing her the happiest of birthdays, or, if you’d like me to pass along a message, please spell it out in the comments below. As for you, Mother, I’m sorry I’m not in Baltimore today to celebrate another trip around the sun. But like you, I’m terribly busy doing a variety of important things. I sure do love you, though, and wish you many happy returns. As usual, there will be no sappy card for you to make fun of and then throw away. xoxo Mike
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Caption : As season finales go, tonight’s episode of Dirty Jobs is a good one. We start in Logan, Utah, where the local beaver population is running amuck. Rather than kill them, which was the preferred method of beaver control for many decades, I meet Nate Norman and a group of ecologists determined to relocate them – a laborious process that involves trapping them and transporting them into the mountains where we build a dam for them, and then release them into the wild, far from the farmland and golf courses they seem bent on destroying. Along the way, we weigh them, tag them, and identify their sex, (not their gender.) This is more complicated than you might think, since the beaver’s sex organs are inside the body. They have only one opening, a cloaca, which they use for reproduction, scent-marking, defecation and urination. It’s a very busy hole, in other words, and even though the male’s penis has a cartilaginous baculum (a bone), it’s impossible to find. The only way to determine male from female is to squeeze the fluid out of their castor gland – also located in the cloaca – onto a paper towel, and sniff it. The girl stuff smells different than the boy stuff, as you’ll learn tonight. One more thing off my bucket list… If that’s not enough to get your attention, I head from Utah to Hollywood, to meet the special effects artist who makes all the slime and fake cement for your favorite movies and TV shows. The number of movies and TV shows that require slime and fake cement is extraordinary, and over the years, Scott Heger has made most of it. Most famously, Scott made the slime in Ghostbusters that wound up all over Bill Murry when a poltergeist exploded in his face, way back in 1984. Tonight, nearly 40 years later, the same stuff winds up all over me, and all over the Dirty Jobs logo. Looks pretty good, in my opinion. Not as good perhaps, as the musky spunk from a beaver’s castor gland, but good enough for what could be the last episode of #DirtyJobs ever produced. Tonight at 8pm @Discovery. If you can’t watch, please DVR it and watch before Wednesday. Unless of course, you’re sick of me and sick of Dirty Jobs and tired of being told what to do. Carry on.
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Caption : As season finales go, tonight’s episode of Dirty Jobs is a good one. We start in Logan, Utah, where the local beaver population is running amuck. Rather than kill them, which was the preferred method of beaver control for many decades, I meet Nate Norman and a group of ecologists determined to relocate them – a laborious process that involves trapping them and transporting them into the mountains where we build a dam for them, and then release them into the wild, far from the farmland and golf courses they seem bent on destroying. Along the way, we weigh them, tag them, and identify their sex, (not their gender.) This is more complicated than you might think, since the beaver’s sex organs are inside the body. They have only one opening, a cloaca, which they use for reproduction, scent-marking, defecation and urination. It’s a very busy hole, in other words, and even though the male’s penis has a cartilaginous baculum (a bone), it’s impossible to find. The only way to determine male from female is to squeeze the fluid out of their castor gland – also located in the cloaca – onto a paper towel, and sniff it. The girl stuff smells different than the boy stuff, as you’ll learn tonight. One more thing off my bucket list… If that’s not enough to get your attention, I head from Utah to Hollywood, to meet the special effects artist who makes all the slime and fake cement for your favorite movies and TV shows. The number of movies and TV shows that require slime and fake cement is extraordinary, and over the years, Scott Heger has made most of it. Most famously, Scott made the slime in Ghostbusters that wound up all over Bill Murry when a poltergeist exploded in his face, way back in 1984. Tonight, nearly 40 years later, the same stuff winds up all over me, and all over the Dirty Jobs logo. Looks pretty good, in my opinion. Not as good perhaps, as the musky spunk from a beaver’s castor gland, but good enough for what could be the last episode of #DirtyJobs ever produced. Tonight at 8pm @Discovery. If you can’t watch, please DVR it and watch before Wednesday. Unless of course, you’re sick of me and sick of Dirty Jobs and tired of being told what to do. Carry on.
Likes : 36382

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Caption : As season finales go, tonight’s episode of Dirty Jobs is a good one. We start in Logan, Utah, where the local beaver population is running amuck. Rather than kill them, which was the preferred method of beaver control for many decades, I meet Nate Norman and a group of ecologists determined to relocate them – a laborious process that involves trapping them and transporting them into the mountains where we build a dam for them, and then release them into the wild, far from the farmland and golf courses they seem bent on destroying. Along the way, we weigh them, tag them, and identify their sex, (not their gender.) This is more complicated than you might think, since the beaver’s sex organs are inside the body. They have only one opening, a cloaca, which they use for reproduction, scent-marking, defecation and urination. It’s a very busy hole, in other words, and even though the male’s penis has a cartilaginous baculum (a bone), it’s impossible to find. The only way to determine male from female is to squeeze the fluid out of their castor gland – also located in the cloaca – onto a paper towel, and sniff it. The girl stuff smells different than the boy stuff, as you’ll learn tonight. One more thing off my bucket list… If that’s not enough to get your attention, I head from Utah to Hollywood, to meet the special effects artist who makes all the slime and fake cement for your favorite movies and TV shows. The number of movies and TV shows that require slime and fake cement is extraordinary, and over the years, Scott Heger has made most of it. Most famously, Scott made the slime in Ghostbusters that wound up all over Bill Murry when a poltergeist exploded in his face, way back in 1984. Tonight, nearly 40 years later, the same stuff winds up all over me, and all over the Dirty Jobs logo. Looks pretty good, in my opinion. Not as good perhaps, as the musky spunk from a beaver’s castor gland, but good enough for what could be the last episode of #DirtyJobs ever produced. Tonight at 8pm @Discovery. If you can’t watch, please DVR it and watch before Wednesday. Unless of course, you’re sick of me and sick of Dirty Jobs and tired of being told what to do. Carry on.
Likes : 36382

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Caption : As season finales go, tonight’s episode of Dirty Jobs is a good one. We start in Logan, Utah, where the local beaver population is running amuck. Rather than kill them, which was the preferred method of beaver control for many decades, I meet Nate Norman and a group of ecologists determined to relocate them – a laborious process that involves trapping them and transporting them into the mountains where we build a dam for them, and then release them into the wild, far from the farmland and golf courses they seem bent on destroying. Along the way, we weigh them, tag them, and identify their sex, (not their gender.) This is more complicated than you might think, since the beaver’s sex organs are inside the body. They have only one opening, a cloaca, which they use for reproduction, scent-marking, defecation and urination. It’s a very busy hole, in other words, and even though the male’s penis has a cartilaginous baculum (a bone), it’s impossible to find. The only way to determine male from female is to squeeze the fluid out of their castor gland – also located in the cloaca – onto a paper towel, and sniff it. The girl stuff smells different than the boy stuff, as you’ll learn tonight. One more thing off my bucket list… If that’s not enough to get your attention, I head from Utah to Hollywood, to meet the special effects artist who makes all the slime and fake cement for your favorite movies and TV shows. The number of movies and TV shows that require slime and fake cement is extraordinary, and over the years, Scott Heger has made most of it. Most famously, Scott made the slime in Ghostbusters that wound up all over Bill Murry when a poltergeist exploded in his face, way back in 1984. Tonight, nearly 40 years later, the same stuff winds up all over me, and all over the Dirty Jobs logo. Looks pretty good, in my opinion. Not as good perhaps, as the musky spunk from a beaver’s castor gland, but good enough for what could be the last episode of #DirtyJobs ever produced. Tonight at 8pm @Discovery. If you can’t watch, please DVR it and watch before Wednesday. Unless of course, you’re sick of me and sick of Dirty Jobs and tired of being told what to do. Carry on.
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Caption : As season finales go, tonight’s episode of Dirty Jobs is a good one. We start in Logan, Utah, where the local beaver population is running amuck. Rather than kill them, which was the preferred method of beaver control for many decades, I meet Nate Norman and a group of ecologists determined to relocate them – a laborious process that involves trapping them and transporting them into the mountains where we build a dam for them, and then release them into the wild, far from the farmland and golf courses they seem bent on destroying. Along the way, we weigh them, tag them, and identify their sex, (not their gender.) This is more complicated than you might think, since the beaver’s sex organs are inside the body. They have only one opening, a cloaca, which they use for reproduction, scent-marking, defecation and urination. It’s a very busy hole, in other words, and even though the male’s penis has a cartilaginous baculum (a bone), it’s impossible to find. The only way to determine male from female is to squeeze the fluid out of their castor gland – also located in the cloaca – onto a paper towel, and sniff it. The girl stuff smells different than the boy stuff, as you’ll learn tonight. One more thing off my bucket list… If that’s not enough to get your attention, I head from Utah to Hollywood, to meet the special effects artist who makes all the slime and fake cement for your favorite movies and TV shows. The number of movies and TV shows that require slime and fake cement is extraordinary, and over the years, Scott Heger has made most of it. Most famously, Scott made the slime in Ghostbusters that wound up all over Bill Murry when a poltergeist exploded in his face, way back in 1984. Tonight, nearly 40 years later, the same stuff winds up all over me, and all over the Dirty Jobs logo. Looks pretty good, in my opinion. Not as good perhaps, as the musky spunk from a beaver’s castor gland, but good enough for what could be the last episode of #DirtyJobs ever produced. Tonight at 8pm @Discovery. If you can’t watch, please DVR it and watch before Wednesday. Unless of course, you’re sick of me and sick of Dirty Jobs and tired of being told what to do. Carry on.
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36.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : As season finales go, tonight’s episode of Dirty Jobs is a good one. We start in Logan, Utah, where the local beaver population is running amuck. Rather than kill them, which was the preferred method of beaver control for many decades, I meet Nate Norman and a group of ecologists determined to relocate them – a laborious process that involves trapping them and transporting them into the mountains where we build a dam for them, and then release them into the wild, far from the farmland and golf courses they seem bent on destroying. Along the way, we weigh them, tag them, and identify their sex, (not their gender.) This is more complicated than you might think, since the beaver’s sex organs are inside the body. They have only one opening, a cloaca, which they use for reproduction, scent-marking, defecation and urination. It’s a very busy hole, in other words, and even though the male’s penis has a cartilaginous baculum (a bone), it’s impossible to find. The only way to determine male from female is to squeeze the fluid out of their castor gland – also located in the cloaca – onto a paper towel, and sniff it. The girl stuff smells different than the boy stuff, as you’ll learn tonight. One more thing off my bucket list… If that’s not enough to get your attention, I head from Utah to Hollywood, to meet the special effects artist who makes all the slime and fake cement for your favorite movies and TV shows. The number of movies and TV shows that require slime and fake cement is extraordinary, and over the years, Scott Heger has made most of it. Most famously, Scott made the slime in Ghostbusters that wound up all over Bill Murry when a poltergeist exploded in his face, way back in 1984. Tonight, nearly 40 years later, the same stuff winds up all over me, and all over the Dirty Jobs logo. Looks pretty good, in my opinion. Not as good perhaps, as the musky spunk from a beaver’s castor gland, but good enough for what could be the last episode of #DirtyJobs ever produced. Tonight at 8pm @Discovery. If you can’t watch, please DVR it and watch before Wednesday. Unless of course, you’re sick of me and sick of Dirty Jobs and tired of being told what to do. Carry on.
Likes : 36382

36.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : As season finales go, tonight’s episode of Dirty Jobs is a good one. We start in Logan, Utah, where the local beaver population is running amuck. Rather than kill them, which was the preferred method of beaver control for many decades, I meet Nate Norman and a group of ecologists determined to relocate them – a laborious process that involves trapping them and transporting them into the mountains where we build a dam for them, and then release them into the wild, far from the farmland and golf courses they seem bent on destroying. Along the way, we weigh them, tag them, and identify their sex, (not their gender.) This is more complicated than you might think, since the beaver’s sex organs are inside the body. They have only one opening, a cloaca, which they use for reproduction, scent-marking, defecation and urination. It’s a very busy hole, in other words, and even though the male’s penis has a cartilaginous baculum (a bone), it’s impossible to find. The only way to determine male from female is to squeeze the fluid out of their castor gland – also located in the cloaca – onto a paper towel, and sniff it. The girl stuff smells different than the boy stuff, as you’ll learn tonight. One more thing off my bucket list… If that’s not enough to get your attention, I head from Utah to Hollywood, to meet the special effects artist who makes all the slime and fake cement for your favorite movies and TV shows. The number of movies and TV shows that require slime and fake cement is extraordinary, and over the years, Scott Heger has made most of it. Most famously, Scott made the slime in Ghostbusters that wound up all over Bill Murry when a poltergeist exploded in his face, way back in 1984. Tonight, nearly 40 years later, the same stuff winds up all over me, and all over the Dirty Jobs logo. Looks pretty good, in my opinion. Not as good perhaps, as the musky spunk from a beaver’s castor gland, but good enough for what could be the last episode of #DirtyJobs ever produced. Tonight at 8pm @Discovery. If you can’t watch, please DVR it and watch before Wednesday. Unless of course, you’re sick of me and sick of Dirty Jobs and tired of being told what to do. Carry on.
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Mike Rowe - 35.3K Likes - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

35.3K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Keep On Ruckin’ I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked. A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble. . . . #rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore
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Mike Rowe - 35.3K Likes - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

35.3K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Keep On Ruckin’ I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked. A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble. . . . #rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore
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Mike Rowe - 35.3K Likes - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

35.3K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Keep On Ruckin’ I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked. A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble. . . . #rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore
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Mike Rowe - 35.3K Likes - Keep On Ruckin’

I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked.

A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble.
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#rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore

35.3K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Keep On Ruckin’ I took a few days off this week to relax and unwind with some friends who own a cabin in the mountains, not too far from where the Donner Party got stranded back in 1847 and wound up eating each other. I brought my GoRuck along. What’s a GoRuck? I’m glad you asked. A GoRuck is a small but extremely sturdy backpack designed to hold heavy weight, like the iron plates you’d find in a gym. According to @Michael_Easter who wrote extensively about rucking in his terrific book, The Comfort Crisis, you can burn a LOT more calories rucking than you can walking or even running. Now, I’m a rucking devotee, having rucked eight miles every day for the last month and losing ten pounds for my trouble. . . . #rucking #goruck #hiking, #thecomfortcrisis #explore
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Mike Rowe - 33.5K Likes - I’m not posting this photo to persuade you to purchase an autographed bottle of my grandfather’s delicious whiskey, the purchase of which benefits the @mikeroweworks foundation and can be facilitated at knobelspirits.com. That would be heavy-handed, and possibly even tasteless. I’m posting this photo because, for the first time in a long time, the Orioles are on fire! Go O’s!

33.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I’m not posting this photo to persuade you to purchase an autographed bottle of my grandfather’s delicious whiskey, the purchase of which benefits the @mikeroweworks foundation and can be facilitated at knobelspirits.com. That would be heavy-handed, and possibly even tasteless. I’m posting this photo because, for the first time in a long time, the Orioles are on fire! Go O’s!
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Mike Rowe - 31.1K Likes - I have no idea how a whiskey that’s 121 proof can taste this smooth, but the new Barrel Strength Edition of Knobel does. But please, don’t take my word for it. First come, first served...

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#Knobel #Tennessee #Whiskey #smooth

31.1K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I have no idea how a whiskey that’s 121 proof can taste this smooth, but the new Barrel Strength Edition of Knobel does. But please, don’t take my word for it. First come, first served… Link in bio . . . #Knobel #Tennessee #Whiskey #smooth
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Mike Rowe - 30.6K Likes - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

30.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years. After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden. “Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked. “No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.” “You’re too kind,” I said. “Don’t mention it,” said Angel. After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built. “Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.” I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little. If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before…
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Mike Rowe - 30.6K Likes - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

30.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years. After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden. “Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked. “No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.” “You’re too kind,” I said. “Don’t mention it,” said Angel. After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built. “Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.” I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little. If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before…
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Mike Rowe - 30.6K Likes - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

30.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years. After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden. “Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked. “No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.” “You’re too kind,” I said. “Don’t mention it,” said Angel. After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built. “Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.” I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little. If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before…
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Mike Rowe - 30.6K Likes - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

30.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years. After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden. “Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked. “No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.” “You’re too kind,” I said. “Don’t mention it,” said Angel. After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built. “Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.” I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little. If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before…
Likes : 30626

Mike Rowe - 30.6K Likes - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

30.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years. After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden. “Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked. “No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.” “You’re too kind,” I said. “Don’t mention it,” said Angel. After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built. “Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.” I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little. If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before…
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Mike Rowe - 30.6K Likes - I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years.

After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden.

“Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked.
“No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.”
“You’re too kind,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” said Angel.

After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built.
“Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.”
I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little.

If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before...

30.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I was in Zurich yesterday, window shopping, when I noticed my reflection in the glass, and concluded a haircut was in order. The closest place was called Finest Barbers, and I was curious to see if the establishment lived up to its name. My barber was Sammy, from Turkey. He told me he’d been cutting hair for ten years. After Sammy finished with my haircut, which was excellent, by the way, I went to Angel’s chair, and had a memorable chat about work ethic, entrepreneurship, and the value of mastering a skill that’s in demand. As we chatted, Angel dipped some Q-Tips into a fondue pot filled with hot wax. The wax was black for some reason – like the pitch they apply to ropes on the tall ships, to keep them from fraying. As we chatted, Angel inserted the black Q-Tips into my nostrils, and waited for the wax to harden. “Is this a service you include with all haircuts,” I asked. “No,” said Angel. “This is an additional $15 francs. “But not for you, my friend. This one is on the house.” “You’re too kind,” I said. “Don’t mention it,” said Angel. After a minute or two, the wax was sufficiently hard, and the suspense was sufficiently built. “Just relax,” Angel told me. “I’ll count down from three.” I tried to relax. Angel said, “Three…” and quickly ripped the Q-Tips from my nostrils. I screamed, and maybe peed a little. If you find yourself in Zurich and in need of a trim, please tell the Finest Barbers that the dirty jobs guy sends his regards. And if you go with the internal nose wax, you’ll find the Swiss air even more bracing and more invigorating than before…
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Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

30.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
Likes : 30529

Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

30.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
Likes : 30529

Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

30.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
Likes : 30529

Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

30.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
Likes : 30529

Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

30.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
Likes : 30529

Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

30.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
Likes : 30529

Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

30.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
Likes : 30529

Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film.

Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for?

Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt.

As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation.

Link in bio.

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Caption : First of all, I want to thank everyone for your enduring patience as I continue to relentlessly plug the release of Something to Stand For, my shamelessly patriotic love-letter to America that appears in theaters nationwide today. I wanted to do something special for Independence Day, and this is it. Unfortunately, I suspect that many of you will be wondering if there’s anything left to stand for after today’s debate, which just happens to coincide with the release of this film. Like you, I’m exhausted by the whole Bread and Circus dynamic and really wish our media would demand from the candidates a few concrete solutions to the problems vexing so many today. Alas, I doubt that will come to pass. Might I suggest, in the wake of all the angst and foreboding that will surely follow this bit of Kabuki, that you find a theater with the good sense to present my modest little film, and see for yourself the evidence that proves there are still a few things we can all agree are worth standing for? Also, I’d like to thank the hundreds of Marines and Sailors who came out to see an advance screening of Something to Stand For at Camp Pendleton last Monday. I suppose I could have held the premiere in Hollywood or New York, but really – why would I do that? The movie was shot almost entirely in Oklahoma, and features over 300 actors from that great state, all of whom helped me pay an honest tribute to the people who built our country, and to those who defend it today. I can’t imagine a better venue, or a finer audience, than the one I encountered a few days ago. A special thanks to all those who waited in line afterwards to say hello and grab a pic. I’m flattered, and in your debt. As for the rest of you, you know what’s coming next. Go watch the trailer if you haven’t seen it and get your tickets. Our house might be feeling a bit wobbly at the moment, but we’re built on a solid foundation. Link in bio.
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Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

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Caption : I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself. “My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.” “Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.” Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.” “I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap. “Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?” I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.” When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.” “Did you say 2007?” “Yep.” I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?” Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.” I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?” “No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.” “That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.” “Why is that?” asked Kenny. “Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.” “Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.” It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.
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Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

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Caption : I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself. “My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.” “Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.” Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.” “I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap. “Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?” I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.” When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.” “Did you say 2007?” “Yep.” I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?” Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.” I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?” “No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.” “That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.” “Why is that?” asked Kenny. “Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.” “Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.” It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.
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Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

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Caption : I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself. “My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.” “Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.” Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.” “I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap. “Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?” I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.” When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.” “Did you say 2007?” “Yep.” I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?” Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.” I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?” “No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.” “That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.” “Why is that?” asked Kenny. “Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.” “Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.” It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.
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Mike Rowe - 30.5K Likes - I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself.

“My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.”

Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.”

“I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap.

“Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?”

I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.”

When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.”

“Did you say 2007?”

“Yep.”

I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?”

Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.”

I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?”

“No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.”

“Why is that?” asked Kenny.

“Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.”

“Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.”

It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.

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Caption : I was in Scottsdale yesterday, replenishing my electrolytes at a bar when a man introduced himself. “My name is Sy, and you probably won’t remember this, but we met on the streets of SF in 2007.” “Of course,” I said. “I’ll never forget that day.” Sy laughed. “You were kind of a smart aleck back then, too.” “I guess some things never change,” I said. With that, Sy opened a small notebook and removed a piece of folded looseleaf from the inside flap. “Here,” he said. I looked at the paper and recognized my signature, along with my trenchant bon mot, and wondered why this man would carry it around for 17 years. “I have no idea why I asked for your autograph in the first place. I mean, I liked Dirty Jobs, but I’ve never asked anyone for their signature before, or since. Isn’t that strange?” I nodded and agreed. It did seem strange, but not nearly as strange as what happened next. The bartender, a tall guy named Kenny asked me if I’d care for another. “Sure, and whatever Sy here is having.” When Kenny returned with our drinks he said, “You probably won’t remember this Mike, but we met back 2007.” “Did you say 2007?” “Yep.” I looked at Sy and said, “Do you guys know each other?” Both men shook their heads. Kenny continued. “You were in a bar on Mackinac Island. You guys were having a big night.” I asked, “Were you a bartender back there?” “No, I was just a guy who grew up watching Dirty Jobs.” “That’s quite a coincidence. Two guys in a random bar, both of whom met me 17 years ago. I wish you’d taken a picture.” “Why is that?” asked Kenny. “Because it would be statistically impossible if both of you had evidence of our meeting.” “Not quite impossible,” said Kenny. With that, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling. 30 seconds later the evidence was downloaded from the cloud. “There we are,” said Kenny. “That’s me crouched down in front of everyone. And that’s you, in the plaid shirt drinking a beer.” It’s moments like these that make me wonder about the belief held by so many that everything happens for a reason. Personally, I’m still a guy who believes in coincidence…but not as much as I did before Sy and Kenny brought the receipts.
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Mike Rowe - 30.2K Likes - Mark Hunter: Mike! You said, with a little luck, the Knobel Rye would be available by Labor Day. What are the odds? Me: The odds are 100%. We’re shipping now, and bias aside, it’s really, really good. Soon may The Knobelman come!

PS. Online sales benefit @mikeroweworks which, as you may have heard, will be 15 years old this #laborday so…Cheers!

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Caption : Mark Hunter: Mike! You said, with a little luck, the Knobel Rye would be available by Labor Day. What are the odds? Me: The odds are 100%. We’re shipping now, and bias aside, it’s really, really good. Soon may The Knobelman come! PS. Online sales benefit @mikeroweworks which, as you may have heard, will be 15 years old this #laborday so…Cheers!
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Mike Rowe - 29.9K Likes - Here in California, AB-5 is about to put 70,000 independent truckers out of business, along with hundreds of thousands of others who currently freelance for a living. On this episode of the podcast National Review writer Will Swaim joins me to explain exactly how this travesty has gotten this far, and what it will mean for the country if the war against the gig economy spreads elsewhere, which it seems poised to do.

I also check in with Tom Odom, whose story should frighten anyone who owns anything that’s ever been on a truck. (That would be you.) The implications of this monumental attack on our freedom, to earn a living - and on our supply chain - are far-reaching. Please give it a listen and share.

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Caption : Here in California, AB-5 is about to put 70,000 independent truckers out of business, along with hundreds of thousands of others who currently freelance for a living. On this episode of the podcast National Review writer Will Swaim joins me to explain exactly how this travesty has gotten this far, and what it will mean for the country if the war against the gig economy spreads elsewhere, which it seems poised to do. I also check in with Tom Odom, whose story should frighten anyone who owns anything that’s ever been on a truck. (That would be you.) The implications of this monumental attack on our freedom, to earn a living – and on our supply chain – are far-reaching. Please give it a listen and share. Link in bio . . . #podcast #TheWayIHeardIt
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Mike Rowe - 28.8K Likes - Dad –

Remember a few years back, when you and mom came to The Lyric to see me do that one man show? (You were sitting in the first box, stage left. Toward the end of the evening, I took some questions from the audience, and somebody asked me about my “big break.” They wanted to know how I had wound up back on the same stage where I used to sing with the Baltimore Opera, thirty years before.

I was flattered by the question and answered it with a story about the time my high school music teacher, Fred King, insisted I audition for the lead role in Oklahoma, way back in 1980. I got the part and that experience was my first big break. The big break that gave me a new level of confidence that allowed me to audition for lots of other things, including a spot in The Baltimore Opera, where my career in show business got started. A career that, on that particular evening, had come full circle.

I was just sitting here at my kitchen table, sipping coffee and watching the fog blow across the bay, when the digital picture frame I keep on the counter landed on this photo. I’m guessing it was Easter, (1974?) and we were on the way to church.

That old photo made me wish I’d given a better answer that night at The Lyric Opera House. A more truthful answer. What I should have said was, “My big break came when that guy over there in the stage-left box, proposed to the woman sitting alongside him, and then persuaded her to start having babies. I was the first to arrive, and ever since, John Rowe has had an arm around my shoulder – guiding me, encouraging me, watching me, and cheering me on. He was my first big break, and in this great lottery called life, he was the best dad anyone could ever have. In fact, he still is.”

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#fathersday #dad

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Caption : Dad – Remember a few years back, when you and mom came to The Lyric to see me do that one man show? (You were sitting in the first box, stage left. Toward the end of the evening, I took some questions from the audience, and somebody asked me about my “big break.” They wanted to know how I had wound up back on the same stage where I used to sing with the Baltimore Opera, thirty years before. I was flattered by the question and answered it with a story about the time my high school music teacher, Fred King, insisted I audition for the lead role in Oklahoma, way back in 1980. I got the part and that experience was my first big break. The big break that gave me a new level of confidence that allowed me to audition for lots of other things, including a spot in The Baltimore Opera, where my career in show business got started. A career that, on that particular evening, had come full circle. I was just sitting here at my kitchen table, sipping coffee and watching the fog blow across the bay, when the digital picture frame I keep on the counter landed on this photo. I’m guessing it was Easter, (1974?) and we were on the way to church. That old photo made me wish I’d given a better answer that night at The Lyric Opera House. A more truthful answer. What I should have said was, “My big break came when that guy over there in the stage-left box, proposed to the woman sitting alongside him, and then persuaded her to start having babies. I was the first to arrive, and ever since, John Rowe has had an arm around my shoulder – guiding me, encouraging me, watching me, and cheering me on. He was my first big break, and in this great lottery called life, he was the best dad anyone could ever have. In fact, he still is.” Happy Father’s Day. . . #fathersday #dad
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Mike Rowe - 28.8K Likes - Dad –

Remember a few years back, when you and mom came to The Lyric to see me do that one man show? (You were sitting in the first box, stage left. Toward the end of the evening, I took some questions from the audience, and somebody asked me about my “big break.” They wanted to know how I had wound up back on the same stage where I used to sing with the Baltimore Opera, thirty years before.

I was flattered by the question and answered it with a story about the time my high school music teacher, Fred King, insisted I audition for the lead role in Oklahoma, way back in 1980. I got the part and that experience was my first big break. The big break that gave me a new level of confidence that allowed me to audition for lots of other things, including a spot in The Baltimore Opera, where my career in show business got started. A career that, on that particular evening, had come full circle.

I was just sitting here at my kitchen table, sipping coffee and watching the fog blow across the bay, when the digital picture frame I keep on the counter landed on this photo. I’m guessing it was Easter, (1974?) and we were on the way to church.

That old photo made me wish I’d given a better answer that night at The Lyric Opera House. A more truthful answer. What I should have said was, “My big break came when that guy over there in the stage-left box, proposed to the woman sitting alongside him, and then persuaded her to start having babies. I was the first to arrive, and ever since, John Rowe has had an arm around my shoulder – guiding me, encouraging me, watching me, and cheering me on. He was my first big break, and in this great lottery called life, he was the best dad anyone could ever have. In fact, he still is.”

Happy Father's Day.
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#fathersday #dad

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Caption : Dad – Remember a few years back, when you and mom came to The Lyric to see me do that one man show? (You were sitting in the first box, stage left. Toward the end of the evening, I took some questions from the audience, and somebody asked me about my “big break.” They wanted to know how I had wound up back on the same stage where I used to sing with the Baltimore Opera, thirty years before. I was flattered by the question and answered it with a story about the time my high school music teacher, Fred King, insisted I audition for the lead role in Oklahoma, way back in 1980. I got the part and that experience was my first big break. The big break that gave me a new level of confidence that allowed me to audition for lots of other things, including a spot in The Baltimore Opera, where my career in show business got started. A career that, on that particular evening, had come full circle. I was just sitting here at my kitchen table, sipping coffee and watching the fog blow across the bay, when the digital picture frame I keep on the counter landed on this photo. I’m guessing it was Easter, (1974?) and we were on the way to church. That old photo made me wish I’d given a better answer that night at The Lyric Opera House. A more truthful answer. What I should have said was, “My big break came when that guy over there in the stage-left box, proposed to the woman sitting alongside him, and then persuaded her to start having babies. I was the first to arrive, and ever since, John Rowe has had an arm around my shoulder – guiding me, encouraging me, watching me, and cheering me on. He was my first big break, and in this great lottery called life, he was the best dad anyone could ever have. In fact, he still is.” Happy Father’s Day. . . #fathersday #dad
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Mike Rowe - 28.3K Likes - The subject of this week’s podcast is a documentary called “What is a Woman?” If there’s been a more controversial documentary in recent memory, I don’t know what it is. It has yet to find a major distributor, and the film’s critics have been strident in their objections.

I finally watched it over the break and I'm glad I did. Not because I agree with every single thing the film makers espouse, but rather, because they allow the opposing side to speak for themselves. At length. The results are kind of extraordinary.

At its heart, “What is a Woman” is not really a movie about the process of changing genders, or the push to allow children and teenagers to make irreversible surgical decisions without their parent’s consent. It’s really a movie about truth, reality, and the inability of lots of otherwise intelligent people – from doctors to professors to Supreme Court Justices – to answer a really simple question. It’s a movie that illustrates just how radically - and quickly - the simplest of words in the language we all share have been literally redefined beneath us.

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Caption : The subject of this week’s podcast is a documentary called “What is a Woman?” If there’s been a more controversial documentary in recent memory, I don’t know what it is. It has yet to find a major distributor, and the film’s critics have been strident in their objections. I finally watched it over the break and I’m glad I did. Not because I agree with every single thing the film makers espouse, but rather, because they allow the opposing side to speak for themselves. At length. The results are kind of extraordinary. At its heart, “What is a Woman” is not really a movie about the process of changing genders, or the push to allow children and teenagers to make irreversible surgical decisions without their parent’s consent. It’s really a movie about truth, reality, and the inability of lots of otherwise intelligent people – from doctors to professors to Supreme Court Justices – to answer a really simple question. It’s a movie that illustrates just how radically – and quickly – the simplest of words in the language we all share have been literally redefined beneath us. Link in bio . . #thewayiheardit #podcast @mattwalshblog #whatisawoman Show quoted text
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$Mike Rowe - 26.8K Likes - @timballard89 has interested me from the moment I saw the movie based on his life’s work. “Sound of Freedom” as you may have heard has upset a lot of people for a lot of reasons. First off the subject matter is upsetting. According to Tim 85,000 undocumented children have crossed the Mexican border and are currently unaccounted for in the US. He believes many were purchased by pedophiles and currently enslaved. He has what appears to be a lot of proof. He also believes that millions of other people are enslaved around the world, caught up in an unimaginable nightmare of sexual exploitation. If a fraction of what he alleges is true, and the evidence certainly demands a verdict, we have an unspeakable problem on our hands that must be solved. I’m also interested in the way Hollywood has reacted to the remarkable success of this crowd-funded film, baffled by its appeal. Finally, I’m interested in the way Tim has become the target of so much controversy since the films release. Shortly after we recorded our conversation another very unflattering piece began to make the rounds, this one in Vice. The allegations against Tim are serious, but once again, leveled by anonymous sources. This episode dropped earlier today and I’ve already heard from people who believe the info put forth in Sound of Freedom are a "fever dream of Q-Anon paranoia," and "wildly overstated." Others say the allegations should have precluded me from talking with Tim entirely. I disagree obviously. Not because I know Tim personally or because I’m able to vouch for his character. I don’t, and I can’t. But I’m not persuaded by anonymous accusations, or by the assortment of detractors who seem determined to discredit a man who has spent his life trying to rescue kids who were undeniably taken from their parents and sold into slavery. I have no idea how many enslaved children there are today. I’m sure it’s millions but I can’t prove it. I can only tell you that one is one too many and Tim Ballard has put himself out there in a big way, dedicating his life to making sure that number is as small as possible. It’ll be fascinating, and important, to see what happens as a result. Link in bio$

26.8K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : @timballard89 has interested me from the moment I saw the movie based on his life’s work. “Sound of Freedom” as you may have heard has upset a lot of people for a lot of reasons. First off the subject matter is upsetting. According to Tim 85,000 undocumented children have crossed the Mexican border and are currently unaccounted for in the US. He believes many were purchased by pedophiles and currently enslaved. He has what appears to be a lot of proof. He also believes that millions of other people are enslaved around the world, caught up in an unimaginable nightmare of sexual exploitation. If a fraction of what he alleges is true, and the evidence certainly demands a verdict, we have an unspeakable problem on our hands that must be solved. I’m also interested in the way Hollywood has reacted to the remarkable success of this crowd-funded film, baffled by its appeal. Finally, I’m interested in the way Tim has become the target of so much controversy since the films release. Shortly after we recorded our conversation another very unflattering piece began to make the rounds, this one in Vice. The allegations against Tim are serious, but once again, leveled by anonymous sources. This episode dropped earlier today and I’ve already heard from people who believe the info put forth in Sound of Freedom are a “fever dream of Q-Anon paranoia,” and “wildly overstated.” Others say the allegations should have precluded me from talking with Tim entirely. I disagree obviously. Not because I know Tim personally or because I’m able to vouch for his character. I don’t, and I can’t. But I’m not persuaded by anonymous accusations, or by the assortment of detractors who seem determined to discredit a man who has spent his life trying to rescue kids who were undeniably taken from their parents and sold into slavery. I have no idea how many enslaved children there are today. I’m sure it’s millions but I can’t prove it. I can only tell you that one is one too many and Tim Ballard has put himself out there in a big way, dedicating his life to making sure that number is as small as possible. It’ll be fascinating, and important, to see what happens as a result. Link in bio
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Mike Rowe - 26.6K Likes - Such a fine line these days, between funny and sad.

26.6K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Such a fine line these days, between funny and sad.
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Mike Rowe - 24.1K Likes - Mike - I saw an old episode of Dirty Jobs today where you sang a song at a garbage dump. It was catchy. Sounded like you were singing the harmony in the background, as well as the melody. Is that music available anywhere? I'd like to see if I could get my chorus at school to sing it. Thanks. Tom Fogle

Hi Tom - I don't have the sheet music handy, but here are the parts I made up many years ago, after a long day of filming at an oyster gathering operation in South Carolina. I actually wrote it in a bathroom and sang it on an episode back in Season 1 with a local guy who just happened to have a guitar. This is what it sounds like 20 years later, with no accompaniment, (and after a couple drinks.) If your chorus can deconstruct it, be my guest! Just post the results here so I can see what you did.

PS. New episode tonight at 8. There will be no singing, but cats will howl!

PPS Barbershop Harmony Society - Somebody please do this better. Crossroads Quartet ???

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24.1K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Mike – I saw an old episode of Dirty Jobs today where you sang a song at a garbage dump. It was catchy. Sounded like you were singing the harmony in the background, as well as the melody. Is that music available anywhere? I’d like to see if I could get my chorus at school to sing it. Thanks. Tom Fogle Hi Tom – I don’t have the sheet music handy, but here are the parts I made up many years ago, after a long day of filming at an oyster gathering operation in South Carolina. I actually wrote it in a bathroom and sang it on an episode back in Season 1 with a local guy who just happened to have a guitar. This is what it sounds like 20 years later, with no accompaniment, (and after a couple drinks.) If your chorus can deconstruct it, be my guest! Just post the results here so I can see what you did. PS. New episode tonight at 8. There will be no singing, but cats will howl! PPS Barbershop Harmony Society – Somebody please do this better. Crossroads Quartet ??? . . . #DirtyJobs @Discovery @DiscoverPlus @barbershopharmonysociety @crossroads_quartet #harmony
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Mike Rowe - 23.4K Likes - Mike - I'm trying to teach my high school chorus the Dirty Jobs song, but can't quite pick out the parts. Do you have the sheet music? If so, can you post it? Great show tonight!
Jack Lopez

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I'm not very good with sheet music… but good luck!
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23.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Mike – I’m trying to teach my high school chorus the Dirty Jobs song, but can’t quite pick out the parts. Do you have the sheet music? If so, can you post it? Great show tonight! Jack Lopez Hi Jack I’m not very good with sheet music… but good luck! . . . #dirtyjobs @discovery
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Mike Rowe - 23K Likes - If you’ve ever felt anxious for reasons you don’t quite understand, this is the episode for you. My guest is a funny and charming guy with a couple of PhDs called Dr. @johndelony There’s no quick fix, obviously, and no snappy bromides or platitudes, but there are some things we can do to make ourselves a little less crazy. Dr. John has helped a lot of people. I have no idea if his words will inspire you, but they made an impression on me. Link in bio for the whole conversation.

23K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : If you’ve ever felt anxious for reasons you don’t quite understand, this is the episode for you. My guest is a funny and charming guy with a couple of PhDs called Dr. @johndelony There’s no quick fix, obviously, and no snappy bromides or platitudes, but there are some things we can do to make ourselves a little less crazy. Dr. John has helped a lot of people. I have no idea if his words will inspire you, but they made an impression on me. Link in bio for the whole conversation.
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Mike Rowe - 21.2K Likes - The #moon #jupiter and #venus

Hanging out over Sausalito.

Makes me hope another season of How the Universe Works is on the horizon...

21.2K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : The #moon #jupiter and #venus Hanging out over Sausalito. Makes me hope another season of How the Universe Works is on the horizon…
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Mike Rowe - 21.2K Likes - I’d like to tell you that “The End of Average” by @ltoddrose is the most important book I’ve read all year, but given today’s date, that seems like some pretty weak tea. So how about this: “The End of Average” holds the key to fixing everything that’s broken in our educational system and reading it will absolutely change the way you evaluate yourself, your kids, your mate, and every other person around you. At least, that’s what it did for me.

Full disclosure, Todd dropped out of high school with a GPA of 0.9. Today, he’s a professor at #Harvard with at least one Ph.D., but please don’t hold that against him. What Todd is offering to society is the very definition of a bottom-up solution. After meeting Todd on my podcast, I made a video about this topic, and I’d be grateful if you’d share it. I’ve been railing against cookie-cutter advice since I started @mikeroweWORKS 16 years ago—I just haven’t been railing as well as Todd.
Watch the full video: https://youtu.be/nBcaFNz0mro
Get a copy of Todd’s book: https://bit.ly/3tWHJeU

21.2K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I’d like to tell you that “The End of Average” by @ltoddrose is the most important book I’ve read all year, but given today’s date, that seems like some pretty weak tea. So how about this: “The End of Average” holds the key to fixing everything that’s broken in our educational system and reading it will absolutely change the way you evaluate yourself, your kids, your mate, and every other person around you. At least, that’s what it did for me. Full disclosure, Todd dropped out of high school with a GPA of 0.9. Today, he’s a professor at #Harvard with at least one Ph.D., but please don’t hold that against him. What Todd is offering to society is the very definition of a bottom-up solution. After meeting Todd on my podcast, I made a video about this topic, and I’d be grateful if you’d share it. I’ve been railing against cookie-cutter advice since I started @mikeroweWORKS 16 years ago—I just haven’t been railing as well as Todd. Watch the full video: https://youtu.be/nBcaFNz0mro Get a copy of Todd’s book: https://bit.ly/3tWHJeU
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Mike Rowe - 21K Likes - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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@discovery

21K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you. Carlos was struggling once upon a time – struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family. If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet. We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, “What happens to all the hotel soap that’s only used once?” But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life. If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him. That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer. And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it. Merry Christmas . . @discovery
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Mike Rowe - 21K Likes - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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@discovery

21K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you. Carlos was struggling once upon a time – struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family. If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet. We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, “What happens to all the hotel soap that’s only used once?” But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life. If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him. That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer. And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it. Merry Christmas . . @discovery
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Mike Rowe - 21K Likes - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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@discovery

21K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you. Carlos was struggling once upon a time – struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family. If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet. We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, “What happens to all the hotel soap that’s only used once?” But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life. If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him. That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer. And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it. Merry Christmas . . @discovery
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Mike Rowe - 21K Likes - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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@discovery

21K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you. Carlos was struggling once upon a time – struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family. If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet. We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, “What happens to all the hotel soap that’s only used once?” But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life. If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him. That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer. And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it. Merry Christmas . . @discovery
Likes : 20958

Mike Rowe - 21K Likes - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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.
@discovery

21K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you. Carlos was struggling once upon a time – struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family. If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet. We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, “What happens to all the hotel soap that’s only used once?” But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life. If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him. That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer. And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it. Merry Christmas . . @discovery
Likes : 20958

Mike Rowe - 21K Likes - If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you.

Carlos was struggling once upon a time - struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family.

If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet.

We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, "What happens to all the hotel soap that's only used once?" But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life.

If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him.

That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer.

And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it.

Merry Christmas
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Caption : If you missed the first episode of Dirty Jobs, then you are not yet acquainted with Carlos the Soap Whisperer. Well, allow me to introduce you. Carlos was struggling once upon a time – struggling mightily to make ends meet. No car, no job, no direction, no prospects. In 2010, he was given a chance by a guy named Shawn, who had started a non-profit in Florida called @clean_the_world . Today, Carlos is still there, helping Shawn and a team of bloody do-gooders recycle millions of bars of barely used hotel soap and shipping them to third world countries with massive hygiene problems. He’s also supporting himself and his family. If you remember Returning the Favor, Carlos will remind you of the kind of people we used to honor on that program. People with a passion and a purpose larger than themselves. That show, for reasons I still don’t understand, is no longer in production. And so, from time to time, I try to use #DirtyJobs to introduce you to people I think you should know. Well, Carlos is one of those people. In twelve years, he has recycled over 73 million bars of soap, and helped save the lives of tens of thousands of people. People he will never meet. We could ponder the irony of a show called Dirty Jobs highlighting the business of recycling soap. Or the ingenuity and wisdom of Shawn Seipler, who first asked the question, “What happens to all the hotel soap that’s only used once?” But on Christmas Eve, I prefer to consider the story of one man with no job and no prospects, winding up with a true purpose in his life. If you saw Carlos in action, you saw a man who cleaned up his act in every way possible. A man who absolutely loves what he does. A man who can’t wait to get to work the next day to do it all again. A man whose work ethic and positive attitude have earned him the admiration of everyone around him. That’s Carlos, the Soap Whisperer. And everyone else, I suppose, whoever got a second chance, and ran with it. Merry Christmas . . @discovery
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Mike Rowe - 20.8K Likes - I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we've been friends for 44 years. I don't recall exactly when he became my "old" buddy - probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my "old buddy." Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial.

Happy Birthday old friend.
And many happy returns...
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#happybirthday

20.8K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we’ve been friends for 44 years. I don’t recall exactly when he became my “old” buddy – probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my “old buddy.” Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial. Happy Birthday old friend. And many happy returns… . #happybirthday
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Mike Rowe - 20.8K Likes - I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we've been friends for 44 years. I don't recall exactly when he became my "old" buddy - probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my "old buddy." Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial.

Happy Birthday old friend.
And many happy returns...
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#happybirthday

20.8K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we’ve been friends for 44 years. I don’t recall exactly when he became my “old” buddy – probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my “old buddy.” Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial. Happy Birthday old friend. And many happy returns… . #happybirthday
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Mike Rowe - 20.8K Likes - I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we've been friends for 44 years. I don't recall exactly when he became my "old" buddy - probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my "old buddy." Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial.

Happy Birthday old friend.
And many happy returns...
.
#happybirthday

20.8K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : I met my old buddy Chuck in 1979, which means we’ve been friends for 44 years. I don’t recall exactly when he became my “old” buddy – probably back in 1999, when I first realized that I had a friend who I had known for over 20 years. For some reason, that struck me as significant, and so, for reasons entirely colloquial, I began to call him my “old buddy.” Well, today, my old buddy turns 60, making my description of him a lot more accurate and a lot less colloquial. Happy Birthday old friend. And many happy returns… . #happybirthday
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Mike Rowe - 20.5K Likes - Dear Oklahoma,

20.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Dear Oklahoma,
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Mike Rowe - 20.3K Likes - Maybe it’s because it’s a Saturday. Or maybe it’s because I’m in Dallas. Whatever the reason, everybody at DFW seems to be VERY familiar with dirty jobs. I’ve shaken about 50 hands in 15 minutes, but this is my favorite so far. Joe works for Wells Fargo. He’s married to a nice Greek girl called Athena. They have an 11 year old kid who wants to be an electrician. You can learn a lot in an airport…

20.3K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Maybe it’s because it’s a Saturday. Or maybe it’s because I’m in Dallas. Whatever the reason, everybody at DFW seems to be VERY familiar with dirty jobs. I’ve shaken about 50 hands in 15 minutes, but this is my favorite so far. Joe works for Wells Fargo. He’s married to a nice Greek girl called Athena. They have an 11 year old kid who wants to be an electrician. You can learn a lot in an airport…
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Mike Rowe - 20.1K Likes - According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees.

Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic.

Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having.

Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery.

Happy New Year!

20.1K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees. Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic. Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having. Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery. Happy New Year!
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Mike Rowe - 20.1K Likes - According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees.

Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic.

Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having.

Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery.

Happy New Year!

20.1K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees. Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic. Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having. Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery. Happy New Year!
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Mike Rowe - 20.1K Likes - According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees.

Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic.

Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having.

Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery.

Happy New Year!

20.1K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : According to my cable guide, which is sometimes accurate, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on Discovery for eighteen of the next twenty-four hours. Bias aside, I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year than with a gentle reminder of what it looks like to work in places that don’t offer catered meals, meditations booths, manicured campuses, interactive walking trails, foosball, cornhole, red wine on tap, and yoga studios for their employees. Our country is in the midst of redefining what it means to work for a living, and for a lot of people, this is it. This is their wish-fulfillment. To be taken care of. To be catered to. And to be fair, who can blame them? They are snowflakes, for sure, but we are the clouds from which the snowflakes fell. And many companies today are so desperate to attract workers, they’ll do whatever it takes to please them. I doubt that many have gone as far as the tech giants here in California, but these videos are real, and there are many others like them. Videos posted by employees that celebrate the opposite of ambition. The opposite of adversity. The opposite of discomfort. The opposite of work ethic. Again, bias notwithstanding, thank God shows like #DirtyJobs and #DeadliestCatch and How America Works are out there, to introduce Americans to that part of our workforce keeps the lights on and the bridges standing and the crap flowing in the right direction. My advice on New Year’s Day, especially if you have kids in the house, is to watch Dirty Jobs and see what kind of conversation might ensue. Whatever the outcome, it’s a conversation worth having. Meanwhile, there’s a new episode tonight at 8pm, and it’s awesome. The first job is “Pile-Jacketer”, and it’s a back breaker. The second is my day with “Concrete-Cleaner,” and it’s a ball-buster. More on both of those adventures later. Great guys doing essential work with lots of laughs, tonight at 8pm on @Discovery. Happy New Year!
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Mike Rowe - 19.6K Likes - A one of a kind...

#dad #woodworking

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Caption : A one of a kind… #dad #woodworking
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Mike Rowe - 19.5K Likes - At the crossroads of Opportunity and Vocation

We’ve got a million dollars up for grabs. Apply today.
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@mikeroweworks #work #ethic #scholarship

19.5K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : At the crossroads of Opportunity and Vocation We’ve got a million dollars up for grabs. Apply today. . . . @mikeroweworks #work #ethic #scholarship
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Mike Rowe - 19.1K Likes - Janice: Mike – Is that you singing the jingle for Manscaped? If so, bravo. It’s both lovely and delightfully inappropriate. If you sing it here, I’ll donate $100 to your foundation. If you Manscape yourself, and film it, I’ll throw in another thousand…

Me: Hi, Janice. Yeah, that was me. I write bad jingles and sing them (poorly) for many of the companies who sponsor my podcast. The proof is in the video. As for your challenge, you can make the checks out to @mikeroweworks Thanks!

19.1K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Janice: Mike – Is that you singing the jingle for Manscaped? If so, bravo. It’s both lovely and delightfully inappropriate. If you sing it here, I’ll donate $100 to your foundation. If you Manscape yourself, and film it, I’ll throw in another thousand… Me: Hi, Janice. Yeah, that was me. I write bad jingles and sing them (poorly) for many of the companies who sponsor my podcast. The proof is in the video. As for your challenge, you can make the checks out to @mikeroweworks Thanks!
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Mike Rowe - 18.4K Likes - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

18.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?” To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.
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Mike Rowe - 18.4K Likes - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

18.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?” To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.
Likes : 18387

Mike Rowe - 18.4K Likes - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

18.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?” To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.
Likes : 18387

Mike Rowe - 18.4K Likes - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

18.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?” To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.
Likes : 18387

Mike Rowe - 18.4K Likes - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

18.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?” To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.
Likes : 18387

Mike Rowe - 18.4K Likes - Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?”

To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.

18.4K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : Apologies. I’ve been scarce. Speeches, scholarships, whiskey, more speeches, more scholarships, more whiskey, lots of travel, and many fun encounters all over the country. Here, for instance, is Steve Forbes, who I ran into somewhere. (Maybe Memphis, maybe New York. Maybe both?) Made me remember a post I wrote years ago on this very page, criticizing the foolishness of ranking America’s “Top Schools,” which many publications do every year, like clockwork. I remember writing, “if publications insist on ranking universities, why not include trade schools? Why not evaluate, or at the very least, acknowledge the many other forms of useful education that don’t require a four-year commitment or a colossal debt?” To his credit, @Forbes Magazine replied, and started doing precisely what I suggested. I was flattered, and pleased to finally thank the man who made it happen.
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Mike Rowe - 18.2K Likes - My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.”

And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs.

Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns!
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@mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey

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Caption : My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.” And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs. Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns! . . . @mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey
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Mike Rowe - 18.2K Likes - My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.”

And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs.

Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns!
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@mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey

18.2K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.” And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs. Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns! . . . @mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey
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Mike Rowe - 18.2K Likes - My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.”

And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs.

Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns!
.
.
.
@mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey

18.2K Likes – Mike Rowe Instagram

Caption : My grandfather’s skill and work ethic inspired the foundation I run today. And although his last name, which died with him, is now on a bottle of excellent whiskey, make no mistake–my grandmother was the Knobel who called the shots, and she insisted they marry on the down-low without any family in attendance. That’s why my grandmother said to my mother 40 years ago, when asked if she’d like a party commemorating her 50th wedding anniversary, “Oh no, dear. This day is for your father and me. No one else. This is a day we celebrate alone.” And so, they did. For 70 years in a row. With a conspicuous absence of hoopla, Carl and Julia celebrated the love that brought them together in the toughest of times and kept them together for seven decades. And maybe in some other realm, under some other name, they are still together, still celebrating, still hoping the rest of us might wind up with a Marriage Report as lasting as theirs. Happy Anniversary, Nana and Pop, and Many Happy Returns! . . . @mikeroweworks @knobelwhiskey
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