Actors Photos Actor Mike Rowe HD Photos and Wallpapers November 2023 By GethuCinema Admin November 20, 2023 Related Posts Mike Rowe Top 100 Instagram Photos and Posts 1. 221.2K Likes Download Photo Mike Rowe InstagramCaption : If you... Mike Rowe Most Liked Photos and Posts html{ scroll-behavior: smooth; } .gc-grid { column-gap: 1rem; column-width: 150px;... Actor Mike Rowe HD Photos and Wallpapers March 2024 Actor Mike Rowe HD Photos and Wallpapers January 2024 Actor Mike Rowe HD Photos and Wallpapers September 2023 Actor Mike Rowe HD Photos and Wallpapers July 2023 Share This Post FacebookTwitterPinterestWhatsAppReddItTelegram Another moral dilemma, for your consideration… 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. 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…” 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…” 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…” 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. Casper, Wyoming 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. Casper, Wyoming 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. Casper, Wyoming @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 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. 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! Couple days ago on my podcast, I had a conversation with a Retired Lt. Colonel named @scottmannauthor . I can’t think of a more appropriate conversation to share, especially for those of you who weren’t around to remember 9/11. If you’re too young to remember that date, you’re not too young to remember our catastrophic withdrawal from Afghanistan, 20 years later. And that’s an event you should never forget. Because what we did to thousands of loyal Afghans who fought beside Green Berets like Scott, is nothing short of shameful. Link in bio to listen to the entire conversation. Enroll today! During the lockdowns, we raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for @mikeroweWORKS by selling masks that read, “Safety Third!” As I explained at the time, “Safety Third” is not an invitation to take unnecessary risk; it’s just a reminder that in the real world, safety is never really first and any attempt to make it so will unleash a flurry of unintended consequences. The lockdowns were a perfect time to see what happens to a society that tried to elevate safety above everything else, and those cloth masks were the perfect way to remind people that being “in compliance” is not the same as being “out of danger.” Safety Third, indeed… The enduring wisdom of embracing a Safety Third mentality is still worth spreading, and the coffers at MRW are in constant need of replenishment. And so, I’m delighted to announce a new line of mikeroweWORKS Safety Third shop towels, manufactured in South Carolina by my friends at @bfit540. One of the big complaints about cotton shop towels is that they’re too absorbent. If you’re working in the automotive world, or woodworking, or janitorial, or electronics manufacturing, you’re better off with something less absorbent and faster drying than cotton. These shop towels are 100% polyester, extremely stain resistant, and less inclined to fade, stretch, or shrink. They’re also super durable, lint-free, virtually impossible to misplace, and fitted with a magnet in the corner for an easy grab. Best of all, they’re made entirely in the USA by a little company that buys all their materials from local fabric mills, set up an apprentice program during the lockdowns, and helped me raise nearly $400,000 for our work ethic scholarship program. If you need some shop towels (and even if you don’t), please get them! Link in bio . . . #safety #third #workethic #scholarships #towel #getone #orsix #thankyou During the lockdowns, we raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for @mikeroweWORKS by selling masks that read, “Safety Third!” As I explained at the time, “Safety Third” is not an invitation to take unnecessary risk; it’s just a reminder that in the real world, safety is never really first and any attempt to make it so will unleash a flurry of unintended consequences. The lockdowns were a perfect time to see what happens to a society that tried to elevate safety above everything else, and those cloth masks were the perfect way to remind people that being “in compliance” is not the same as being “out of danger.” Safety Third, indeed… The enduring wisdom of embracing a Safety Third mentality is still worth spreading, and the coffers at MRW are in constant need of replenishment. And so, I’m delighted to announce a new line of mikeroweWORKS Safety Third shop towels, manufactured in South Carolina by my friends at @bfit540. One of the big complaints about cotton shop towels is that they’re too absorbent. If you’re working in the automotive world, or woodworking, or janitorial, or electronics manufacturing, you’re better off with something less absorbent and faster drying than cotton. These shop towels are 100% polyester, extremely stain resistant, and less inclined to fade, stretch, or shrink. They’re also super durable, lint-free, virtually impossible to misplace, and fitted with a magnet in the corner for an easy grab. Best of all, they’re made entirely in the USA by a little company that buys all their materials from local fabric mills, set up an apprentice program during the lockdowns, and helped me raise nearly $400,000 for our work ethic scholarship program. If you need some shop towels (and even if you don’t), please get them! Link in bio . . . #safety #third #workethic #scholarships #towel #getone #orsix #thankyou During the lockdowns, we raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for @mikeroweWORKS by selling masks that read, “Safety Third!” As I explained at the time, “Safety Third” is not an invitation to take unnecessary risk; it’s just a reminder that in the real world, safety is never really first and any attempt to make it so will unleash a flurry of unintended consequences. The lockdowns were a perfect time to see what happens to a society that tried to elevate safety above everything else, and those cloth masks were the perfect way to remind people that being “in compliance” is not the same as being “out of danger.” Safety Third, indeed… The enduring wisdom of embracing a Safety Third mentality is still worth spreading, and the coffers at MRW are in constant need of replenishment. And so, I’m delighted to announce a new line of mikeroweWORKS Safety Third shop towels, manufactured in South Carolina by my friends at @bfit540. One of the big complaints about cotton shop towels is that they’re too absorbent. If you’re working in the automotive world, or woodworking, or janitorial, or electronics manufacturing, you’re better off with something less absorbent and faster drying than cotton. These shop towels are 100% polyester, extremely stain resistant, and less inclined to fade, stretch, or shrink. They’re also super durable, lint-free, virtually impossible to misplace, and fitted with a magnet in the corner for an easy grab. Best of all, they’re made entirely in the USA by a little company that buys all their materials from local fabric mills, set up an apprentice program during the lockdowns, and helped me raise nearly $400,000 for our work ethic scholarship program. If you need some shop towels (and even if you don’t), please get them! Link in bio . . . #safety #third #workethic #scholarships #towel #getone #orsix #thankyou “A Handsome Guy Who Likes to Lick You” If kids say “the darndest things,” as a TV show from my youth once insisted, what do moms say? I’ll let you decide, as you consider the title of this episode – another direct quote from America’s Grandmother. In other news, I’ll be in LA next week, where I’ve asked Chuck (whom I’ve yet to fire) to build a modest set from which I can interview people in person, from time to time. I’ll test the new setup with a mailbag episode that Chuck will facilitate. If you have any questions related to the podcast, @mikeroweworks , Dirty Jobs, Somebody’s Gotta Do It, Returning the Favor, The Story Behind the Story, How America Works, current events, ancient events, or the family reunion I just experienced, fire away. No topic is off-limits, except those I choose to ignore. You may also direct questions specifically to Chuck who will happily answer pretty much anything, assuming I haven’t fired him by then. And now, with no further ado, my mother… Link in bio Big thanks to @drug_city_liquors in Dundalk for hosting a Meet and Greet. And an even bigger thanks to the 200 whiskey aficionados who grabbed a photo with yours truly, along with a signed bottle of Knobel Tennessee Whiskey. I was humbled, as always, by your presence, as well as your presents. Consider this cross-stitch from Amanda. Seriously, zoom and look closely at her handiwork. Amanda, aside from being a talented cross-stitcher, is a chemist, and a waitress. She told me that cross-stitching was cool again, and very relaxing. Maybe I’ll try it one day? But probably not, as I am not that cool. Amy Cleaver wanted me to know we might be related. She brought a photo that featured a man she claimed was her Uncle Joe Hergenrather, who also happened to be my second cousin of mine, God rest his soul. Not that I doubted her, but after stopping by my parent’s place and consulting the extensive genealogical tome comprised by my Aunt Betty, it appears Amy was telling the truth. We are in fact related. Proving once again, you never know who you’re going to run into at a whiskey bottle signing. Get a load of Gabe Brooks. Gabe is a former undercover cop in Baltimore who now works for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. I know this because he gave me an ATF Challenge Coin, and promised to make sure Knobel was properly registered. (It is.) And then there was Bill Pearce. He then presented me with a terrific print from a local artist named Sam Robinson, who captured “The Manor Race,” one of the steeplechase races held every year in Monkton, which Bill’s family started 112 years ago. Bill knew my dad was having a birthday tomorrow, and that my mother was crazy for horses. So, he wanted them to have it, and asked me to give it to them with his regards. I did, and they were delighted. A lovely gift, on this, the 63rd anniversary of their nuptials. So many other nice people, with so many stories to tell. Thanks for coming out, very much. If you couldn’t make it, you can order a bottle online, a portion benefits the @mikeroweWORKS. Link in bio. Cheers! Dundalk, Maryland Big thanks to @drug_city_liquors in Dundalk for hosting a Meet and Greet. And an even bigger thanks to the 200 whiskey aficionados who grabbed a photo with yours truly, along with a signed bottle of Knobel Tennessee Whiskey. I was humbled, as always, by your presence, as well as your presents. Consider this cross-stitch from Amanda. Seriously, zoom and look closely at her handiwork. Amanda, aside from being a talented cross-stitcher, is a chemist, and a waitress. She told me that cross-stitching was cool again, and very relaxing. Maybe I’ll try it one day? But probably not, as I am not that cool. Amy Cleaver wanted me to know we might be related. She brought a photo that featured a man she claimed was her Uncle Joe Hergenrather, who also happened to be my second cousin of mine, God rest his soul. Not that I doubted her, but after stopping by my parent’s place and consulting the extensive genealogical tome comprised by my Aunt Betty, it appears Amy was telling the truth. We are in fact related. Proving once again, you never know who you’re going to run into at a whiskey bottle signing. Get a load of Gabe Brooks. Gabe is a former undercover cop in Baltimore who now works for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. I know this because he gave me an ATF Challenge Coin, and promised to make sure Knobel was properly registered. (It is.) And then there was Bill Pearce. He then presented me with a terrific print from a local artist named Sam Robinson, who captured “The Manor Race,” one of the steeplechase races held every year in Monkton, which Bill’s family started 112 years ago. Bill knew my dad was having a birthday tomorrow, and that my mother was crazy for horses. So, he wanted them to have it, and asked me to give it to them with his regards. I did, and they were delighted. A lovely gift, on this, the 63rd anniversary of their nuptials. So many other nice people, with so many stories to tell. Thanks for coming out, very much. If you couldn’t make it, you can order a bottle online, a portion benefits the @mikeroweWORKS. Link in bio. Cheers! Dundalk, Maryland Big thanks to @drug_city_liquors in Dundalk for hosting a Meet and Greet. And an even bigger thanks to the 200 whiskey aficionados who grabbed a photo with yours truly, along with a signed bottle of Knobel Tennessee Whiskey. I was humbled, as always, by your presence, as well as your presents. Consider this cross-stitch from Amanda. Seriously, zoom and look closely at her handiwork. Amanda, aside from being a talented cross-stitcher, is a chemist, and a waitress. She told me that cross-stitching was cool again, and very relaxing. Maybe I’ll try it one day? But probably not, as I am not that cool. Amy Cleaver wanted me to know we might be related. She brought a photo that featured a man she claimed was her Uncle Joe Hergenrather, who also happened to be my second cousin of mine, God rest his soul. Not that I doubted her, but after stopping by my parent’s place and consulting the extensive genealogical tome comprised by my Aunt Betty, it appears Amy was telling the truth. We are in fact related. Proving once again, you never know who you’re going to run into at a whiskey bottle signing. Get a load of Gabe Brooks. Gabe is a former undercover cop in Baltimore who now works for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. I know this because he gave me an ATF Challenge Coin, and promised to make sure Knobel was properly registered. (It is.) And then there was Bill Pearce. He then presented me with a terrific print from a local artist named Sam Robinson, who captured “The Manor Race,” one of the steeplechase races held every year in Monkton, which Bill’s family started 112 years ago. Bill knew my dad was having a birthday tomorrow, and that my mother was crazy for horses. So, he wanted them to have it, and asked me to give it to them with his regards. I did, and they were delighted. A lovely gift, on this, the 63rd anniversary of their nuptials. So many other nice people, with so many stories to tell. Thanks for coming out, very much. If you couldn’t make it, you can order a bottle online, a portion benefits the @mikeroweWORKS. Link in bio. Cheers! Dundalk, Maryland Big thanks to @drug_city_liquors in Dundalk for hosting a Meet and Greet. And an even bigger thanks to the 200 whiskey aficionados who grabbed a photo with yours truly, along with a signed bottle of Knobel Tennessee Whiskey. I was humbled, as always, by your presence, as well as your presents. Consider this cross-stitch from Amanda. Seriously, zoom and look closely at her handiwork. Amanda, aside from being a talented cross-stitcher, is a chemist, and a waitress. She told me that cross-stitching was cool again, and very relaxing. Maybe I’ll try it one day? But probably not, as I am not that cool. Amy Cleaver wanted me to know we might be related. She brought a photo that featured a man she claimed was her Uncle Joe Hergenrather, who also happened to be my second cousin of mine, God rest his soul. Not that I doubted her, but after stopping by my parent’s place and consulting the extensive genealogical tome comprised by my Aunt Betty, it appears Amy was telling the truth. We are in fact related. Proving once again, you never know who you’re going to run into at a whiskey bottle signing. Get a load of Gabe Brooks. Gabe is a former undercover cop in Baltimore who now works for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. I know this because he gave me an ATF Challenge Coin, and promised to make sure Knobel was properly registered. (It is.) And then there was Bill Pearce. He then presented me with a terrific print from a local artist named Sam Robinson, who captured “The Manor Race,” one of the steeplechase races held every year in Monkton, which Bill’s family started 112 years ago. Bill knew my dad was having a birthday tomorrow, and that my mother was crazy for horses. So, he wanted them to have it, and asked me to give it to them with his regards. I did, and they were delighted. A lovely gift, on this, the 63rd anniversary of their nuptials. So many other nice people, with so many stories to tell. Thanks for coming out, very much. If you couldn’t make it, you can order a bottle online, a portion benefits the @mikeroweWORKS. Link in bio. Cheers! Dundalk, Maryland Big thanks to @drug_city_liquors in Dundalk for hosting a Meet and Greet. And an even bigger thanks to the 200 whiskey aficionados who grabbed a photo with yours truly, along with a signed bottle of Knobel Tennessee Whiskey. I was humbled, as always, by your presence, as well as your presents. Consider this cross-stitch from Amanda. Seriously, zoom and look closely at her handiwork. Amanda, aside from being a talented cross-stitcher, is a chemist, and a waitress. She told me that cross-stitching was cool again, and very relaxing. Maybe I’ll try it one day? But probably not, as I am not that cool. Amy Cleaver wanted me to know we might be related. She brought a photo that featured a man she claimed was her Uncle Joe Hergenrather, who also happened to be my second cousin of mine, God rest his soul. Not that I doubted her, but after stopping by my parent’s place and consulting the extensive genealogical tome comprised by my Aunt Betty, it appears Amy was telling the truth. We are in fact related. Proving once again, you never know who you’re going to run into at a whiskey bottle signing. Get a load of Gabe Brooks. Gabe is a former undercover cop in Baltimore who now works for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. I know this because he gave me an ATF Challenge Coin, and promised to make sure Knobel was properly registered. (It is.) And then there was Bill Pearce. He then presented me with a terrific print from a local artist named Sam Robinson, who captured “The Manor Race,” one of the steeplechase races held every year in Monkton, which Bill’s family started 112 years ago. Bill knew my dad was having a birthday tomorrow, and that my mother was crazy for horses. So, he wanted them to have it, and asked me to give it to them with his regards. I did, and they were delighted. A lovely gift, on this, the 63rd anniversary of their nuptials. So many other nice people, with so many stories to tell. Thanks for coming out, very much. If you couldn’t make it, you can order a bottle online, a portion benefits the @mikeroweWORKS. Link in bio. Cheers! Dundalk, Maryland We finally got the Barrel Strength @knobelwhiskey in Maryland! Since I’m in Baltimore, I’m going head over to @drug_city_liquors tomorrow to sign some bottles, shake a few hands, take some pictures, and so forth. If you’re in the Dundalk area, come on down. I’ll be there at three, signing and smiling till the bottles are gone. Supplies are limited, as am I, so first come first served. . . . #baltimore #whiskey #rye #tennesseehiskey Baltimore, Maryland One day, @iamcoachbill was coaching a hard luck high school football team in Memphis. The next day, his incredible season made him the subject of a documentary called Undefeated. The next day, he won an Academy Award, for a movie he didn’t realize was about him, until he watched it for the first time with his family. I love it when good things happen to good people. Bill is good people, and what he accomplished in Memphis is a story you’ll want to share. Link in bio. TagsMike Rowe Previous articleActress Brittany Baker HD Photos and Wallpapers November 2023Next articleActress Melissa Cervantes HD Photos and Wallpapers November 2023