Twenty-Five Dollars and a Signature

The mark is called a freeze brand. Liquid nitrogen chills an iron until the cold kills the color in the hair, and the government writes a registration code in white along the left side of the neck of every wild horse it removes from the range. The brand exists so that a mustang can be identified as a protected animal of the United States for the rest of its life, at any distance, in any light. In August of 2026, the place where you can read those white characters most clearly is the dirt lot of a livestock auction yard, on horses standing quietly beside the trucks that run south.

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The Vans Are Still Warm

Just after two in the morning on March 29, 1984, fifteen Mayflower moving vans pulled out of the Baltimore Colts’ complex in Owings Mills and scattered onto different highways so no single court order could catch them all. Maryland’s legislature had spent that week advancing a bill to seize the team by eminent domain, and Robert Irsay beat the bill out of the state. By sunrise the Colts belonged to Indianapolis, which had spent $77.5 million raising the Hoosier Dome on speculation, a nest built before Indiana had any bird to put in it. One landed. The city took its bows, Irsay took the building, and Baltimore took four decades of grief it can still recite by heart.

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O.J. Simpson Gets Fifteen Years

O.J. Simpson is staying in prison for up to 15 years.  We can only hope, for the goodness of society that he rots in jail for a long time.

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