The fallout from Canadian wildfires burning in Quebec began to hit the northeastern United States on Tuesday, filling the skies of cities like New York and Washington D.C. with smoke and all the colors of the apocalypse. Meteorologists say the smoky skies should dissipate by the end of the week, but in the meantime, according to health alerts were issued from New York to the Carolinas, and as far west as Minnesota. Here in the States, the environmental disaster is making for skies that mirror those of end-of-days movies. Images show the White House, the New York City Skyline, and Toronto's CN Tower surrounded by hues of grey and orange. Fiery orange sunrises became the backdrop for outgoing flights and high-rise buildings. Here's what the northeast looked like well into Wednesday. |
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The former Trump chief of staff apparently sang for the grand jury about January 6 and the Pool Shed Papers. |
| At the RBC Heritage on Wednesday, a seemingly exhausted McIlroy addressed the media for the first time since the news that rocked the golf world (again.) His body language told the story. |
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Freshen up your kicks rotation, and step out in style. |
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| By the time I started wearing golf shoes (around 2003) the game's modern footwear evolution was already beginning to take shape. The first golf shoes I deliberately purchased for myself were a true crossover from the saddle shoes of golf's yesteryear—the only game in town for quite some time—and the sort of low-top basketball style I was attracted to and had been wearing for years already. Footjoy, the brand continuing to dominating the space all the while, dipped their toe into the marriage of lifestyle and sport, but remained the most top-of-mind maker of golf footwear by continuing to do what it did best—pursue timeless design while navigating the zeitgeist to make the best-looking, best-performing golf shoe on the market. Golf footwear junkies (all, what… nine of us?) could easily debate which of Footjoy's silhouettes sit atop the throne, but in my humble opinion, it's the Wilcox—a classic silhouette, constructed with enough modern performance elements and progressive steez to break through every stereotype about the versatility of spiked leather golf shoes—takes the cake. Here's why. |
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| Easy to start, easy to clean, easy to cook on—a summer must. |
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| Why do this? Why watch every Bond film (most more than once) and choose our favorite villain? Our favorite actors, our favorite ties, our favorite terry cloth robe? What's there to be gained from calling a meeting or several to hash out the best of the best? Wouldn't it just start fights amongst us and then fights among the readers? (Yes, knockdown, drag-out ones, and we shall see.) Why? Because we're obsessives. Seventy (70!) years into the 007 franchise, we finally agreed on the best car, most improbable stunt, best use of a laser, explosion, character name, henchman, swimsuit, chase scene, and 34 more categories we pulled out of thin air. Pull up a martini and join us, won't you? |
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