Did Sam Elliott Serve In Vietnam?

Oh, Sam Elliott? That rugged, mustachioed legend who just oozes cool? Most folks would say Road House (1989) really put him on the map for mainstream audiences. I mean, who doesn’t remember him as that no-nonsense bouncer with a whiskey voice and killer stache? That movie gave him that iconic tough-guy vibe, even though he’d been acting for years before that. But if you dig deeper, Mask (1985) was a real game-changer too — his role as Gar was praised for its depth and grit. Honestly, Sam’s whole career is a vibe of quiet strength, but Road House definitely made him a household name.

Oh, for sure! Tom Selleck and Sam Elliott? They’re basically the ultimate cowboy buddies off-screen. Both of them bring that classic rugged charm and iconic mustaches that Hollywood just can’t get enough of. They've crossed paths at plenty of Western-themed events and even joked about their “stache rivalry” more than once. You can totally imagine them swapping tall tales over a campfire somewhere in Montana, sipping whiskey and just vibing. Their friendship is low-key but real, built on mutual respect and that old-school Hollywood camaraderie.

I am a writer who try to make living through writing, and at the same time loves what she does. I hope you enjoy all of my articles, with your heart as well as your eyes. A freelance writer before on some big legal issues. I refuse to move over the mountain, so now it may well be that those general advice essays such as Tom handed down to me five years-ago will never find their way into print form. Money didn't buy me much time. Play hell withquit my relationships when I would write for these papers. Currently sometimes is frequently the key word. When I'm knowing that pick up some more here. As of now, Chase Elliott, the heartthrob NASCAR driver, seems to be single. He's rather reticent about his personal life, so there has been no mention of a wedding as yet.

Picking an executor is one of those practical-but-emotional tasks that sneaks up on you — I found myself writing notes on the back of a receipt while thinking about who could actually handle the paperwork and awkward conversations. Generally, the executor can be anyone your father names in his will, as long as they meet local legal requirements: usually an adult of sound mind who’s willing and able to serve. Common choices are a spouse, an adult child, a close friend, a trusted attorney, or a professional fiduciary like a bank or trust company. Different places have different rules: some states or countries restrict non-residents or people with certain criminal convictions, and courts can require a bond for someone they don’t fully trust (though the will can sometimes waive that). It’s also common to name a successor executor — someone who steps in if the first choice can’t or won’t serve. Co-executors are possible too, but they can slow things down if personalities clash. When I helped my family sort this out, practical traits mattered more than titles: organizational skills, availability, impartiality with beneficiaries, and willingness to learn. Don’t forget to ask the person first (get consent), name alternates, and keep the will, important documents, and contact list accessible. If the estate is complex or there’s likely to be a dispute, a professional executor might save time (and likely some family drama). And since rules vary, I always recommend a quick check with a local probate lawyer or court clerk to make sure the choice will be accepted where you live.

I still get a little thrill thinking about the first time I walked into the Tây Ninh Holy See — that riot of color and the all-seeing eye above the altar made a lot more sense once I dug into how Caodaism began. It didn't pop up out of nowhere; it grew in southern Vietnam during the early 20th century as a grassroots spiritual movement. People were already experimenting with spirit communication, drawing on local folk religions and Western spiritism, and mediums began reporting messages from a supreme being they called Cao Đài. Those séances and spirit messages slowly coalesced into a structured faith. What fascinates me is how intentionally syncretic it was. Influences from Buddhism, Taoism, Confucian ethics, Christianity, and even elements of French colonial modernity blended together. Leaders like Ngô Văn Chiêu, Phạm Công Tắc, and others helped codify rituals and texts, and by the mid-1920s a more organized community had formed around Tây Ninh. The movement was as much social and political response to colonial upheaval as it was spiritual searching, which is why the temple architecture, costumes, and liturgy feel both traditional and surprisingly modern when you stand inside.

If you're trying to find where WellSpan Maternal-Fetal Medicine (MFM) sees patients, I’ve poked around their network a lot and can give a helpful picture. I know they cover a broad swath of south-central Pennsylvania — think Lancaster and York counties first and foremost, since Lancaster General Health and York Hospital are major hubs where MFM specialists regularly consult. Those two tend to be the biggest referral centers for high-risk pregnancies in the region. Beyond that, I’ve seen clinics and coverage pop up in places like Gettysburg (Adams County), Chambersburg (Franklin County), Lebanon County (Good Samaritan area), and other surrounding communities. They usually offer specialist visits at the main hospitals and at smaller satellite clinics, and increasingly they provide telemedicine visits for consults, follow-ups, and consultations about testing or fetal imaging. If you need an exact office address or want to know which clinic is closest to you, I’d call your OB’s office or check the WellSpan website — they list current MFM locations and appointment options. Personally, I found asking my OB for a direct referral made scheduling way faster, especially when I needed imaging or a same-week consult.

I've always been deeply moved by the story of Shravan Kumar from Hindu mythology. He was the epitome of devotion and selflessness when it came to serving his blind parents. Carrying them in a kavad, a type of basket hung from a pole, he took them on a pilgrimage to sacred places. His entire life revolved around their comfort and wishes. He would walk barefoot, ensuring they were never jostled too much, and would fetch water and food for them without complaint. What strikes me the most is how he prioritized their needs above everything else, even his own life. The tragic end, where he was accidentally shot by King Dasharatha, underscores the depth of his sacrifice. His story is a timeless lesson in filial piety and unconditional love.

Walking into Momofuku for me felt like joining a messy, brilliant experiment—its true signature, the thing that people line up for and text photos of, is the pork bun. I still get a little thrill remembering that first squishy, shiny bao: pillowy steamed bread hugging a slab of braised pork belly that's sweet, fatty, and lacquered in a hoisin-like sauce, with a crisp hit of cucumber and scallion to cut the richness. Beyond the pork bun, Momofuku's ramen bowls and rotating small plates are famous too, but if someone asks what to order so they can tell friends they’ve truly tried Momofuku, the pork bun (sometimes just called the signature pork bun) is the one. If you go, I recommend sharing one or two buns with a friend and pairing them with a steaming ramen or a punchy side—just so you can claim you did it right and still have room for dessert.