Day 2 of the DNC spurs Scott to further vet his Chuck Schumer impression. And Tom is locked out on the side of the rest of the world. All coming to you thanks to the descendants of the Telstar satellite.

We’re on the scene at the Democratic Convention- at home, watching it on television. If it’s going to look like an infomercial, which is fine with us, let’s include some 1970’s pop stars singing their greatest hits.

The Democratic Convention starts tonight and no one will actually be there. But in 1968, two kids in Brooklyn and Libertyville, Illinois watched that Democratic Convention on television. And those kids were Scott and Tom.

A nationwide network of pneumatic tubes could be an alternative to the post office for mail-in voting. And a look ahead to museums reopening in New York next week, and why they’ve always been experts at social distancing.

Scott loves face masks and is open to becoming a mask influencer. And Tom revisits a traumatic childhood experience involving a liverwurst sandwich, but emerges stronger and better for having gone through it.

Tom wonders if his bad breath is the reason why his cat Oliver is turning away from him. Or could it be, as Scott suggests, a sign of an unrelated issue? Plus, the ultimate joy of a catbird seat on Easy Street.

We’re looking in the mirror today, marveling at this ultimate selfie. We take you back to that historic day when the mirror was invented, and for the first time, people could see what they look like.

One of the many reasons we like Kamala Harris is we think she would like our podcast. She likes to laugh, we like to make her laugh, what more can you ask for? Plus, how did Scott get to see a professional baseball game live?

Tom offers to get the Russian vaccine, but only on the condition that if it doesn’t work, he receives 500 acres of land in the Russian steppes. Scott won’t try a vaccine that’s only been tested on a couple of dissidents.

Remember when the suburbs were mocked for their drudgery and boredom? Now people are fleeing the cities in droves. But not us. We’ve seen the future at the 1964 World’s Fair, and we think the future of NYC is bright.