Congratulations to @Junemarie53 and @NJFLA. Your questions were chosen for tonight’s Ask Greg and the Panelists.

@Junemarie53 What book were you forced to read for a class book report that you hated?
@NJFLA What’s something you grew up with that kids today have no idea about?

Congratulations to @junemarie53 and @bek1 . Your questions were chosen for tonight's Ask Tom Shillue and the Panelists.

@Junemarie53 How much money did your parents give you for good report cards when you were a kid?

@bek1 What was your first big break?

That's right Tom Shillue will be hosting Gutfeld! this Friday and we'd like your questions!
Submit your questions below for Tom & the Panelist's on Fridays GUTFELD! below

Don't miss Tom this weekend in Levittown, NY @ the Govenors for his live comedy Show! Tickets: https://www.tomshillue.com/live

This is a singular poem - the link is the poem as read by the poet (with whom I share my birthday!) -

(and this is what Shrek meant )

The Layers
Stanley Kunitz

I have walked through many lives,

some of them my own,

and I am not who I was,

though some principle of being

abides, from which I struggle

not to stray.

When I look behind,

as I am compelled to look

before I can gather strength

to proceed on my journey,

I see the milestones dwindling

toward the horizon

and the slow fires trailing

from the abandoned camp-sites,

over which scavenger angels

wheel on heavy wings.

Oh, I have made myself a tribe

out of my true affections,

and my tribe is scattered!

How shall the heart be reconciled

to its feast of losses?

In a rising wind

the manic dust of my friends,

those who fell along the way,

bitterly stings my face.

Yet I turn, I turn,

exulting somewhat,

with my will intact to go

wherever I need to go,

and every stone on the road

precious to me.

In my darkest night,

when the moon was covered

and I roamed through wreckage,

a nimbus-clouded voice

directed me:...