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Benji Carlson has spent his life building movements in the trades. From the franchise painting world to Breakthrough Academy to now helping lead Leanscaper, an AI-powered platform for landscapers. In this deep-dive with Tom, they tackle the real reasons the trades lost their shine, and what it's going to take to make them cool again.They talk content, culture, recruiting, money, and what separates struggling contractors from thriving ones. This episode is pure

Arch Manning pushes back on grandfather Archie's claim of returning to Texas + Take a swing on Anthony Richardson? full 685 Wed, 20 Aug 2025 12:47:57 +0000 N657qDXEVe3tBgC1i5VzjX98Xq8lRRar nfl,cleveland browns,sports The Ken Carman Show with Anthony Lima nfl,cleveland browns,sports Arch Manning pushes back on grandfather Archie's claim of returning to Texas + Take a swing on Anthony Richardson? The only place to talk about the Cleveland sports scene is with Ken Carman and Anthony Lima. The two guide listeners through the ups and downs of being a fan of the Browns, Cavaliers, Guardians and Ohio State Buckeyes in Northeast Ohio. They'll help you stay informed with breaking news, game coverage, and interviews with top personalities.Catch The Ken Carman Show with Anthony Lima live Monday through Friday (6 a.m. - 10 a.m ET) on 92.3 The Fan, the exclusive audio home of the Browns, or on the Audacy app. For more, follow the show on X @KenCarmanShow. 2024 © 2021 Audacy, Inc. Sports False

Texas Real Estate Commission - Information About Brokerage Services Blast from the Past, is a special follow up the hosts conversation, in Episode 67 Season 4 about being a Young Boomer or an Old Gen X.  The siblings talked about their dad Bob Seemann and Eric specifically talked about how his dad was just an old soul. While Bob was a teen and young adult coming of age in the 1950's he cherished old songs, music and that he just didn't like 'Modern Music' and that "Rock & Roll".  Here is the proof in Bob's own voice and speach.  From 1955, Robert A. Seemann while a Junior at Ohio State University (the "THE" didn't come until later years), made this recording on a 78 rpm vinyl record. To capture this recording, Eric used a circa 1920's RCA Victor Victrola "His Master's Voice" which he restored in the 1980's.  The Victrola was a family heirloom from Dad's Grandfather, which just seemed appropriate.  The image in this episodes artwork is our Dad in 1982 on a trip through Canada. Donna Reed and Eric Seemann are both professional real estate agents. Donna lives and works in Tucson Arizona with Keller Williams Southern Arizona while Eric lives and works in San Antonio Texas with Keller Williams Heritage. They are also siblings, and they grew up in a small Northwest Ohio village of Lindsey. Their idyllic small-town childhood laid the foundation for what would become the structure of their lives and careers in real estate. We hope you will join us as we reminisce, reflect, and correlate how our childhood and life in rural Ohio still impacts our dealings with our clients today.   Website:  www.realsiblings.com Watch Episodes on YouTube at:  REAL Siblings, It Ain't Easy   To reach out to Donna: Email:  donna@reedtucson.com Phone: (520) 631-4638 Facebook: (2) Donna Seemann Reed | Facebook   To Connect with Eric: Email:  eric@victorsgrouptx.com Phone: (210) 389-6324 Facebook: (2) Eric V. Seemann | Facebook Texas Real Estate Commission - Information About Brokerage Services Texas Real Estate Commission - Consumer Protection Notice  

Mountain Murders discusses the latest headlines! Learn how a traffic stop led back to a Mexican drug cartel leader known as "The Grandfather". Bryan Kohberger's troubling internet search history, vulgar souvenirs in a tourism town, and train horns. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/mountain-murders--3281847/support.

Acclaimed debut novelist and English Professor Priscilla Morris spoke to me about finding her voice, and the germ of an idea that became her labor of love, acclaimed debut novel BLACK BUTTERFLIES. Priscilla Morris is a British author and lecturer whose debut novel, Black Butterflies, was shortlisted for a number of major awards. Critics described Black Butterflies as “a story of strife and hope set during the conflict in the Balkans in the early '90s,” and it was shortlisted in 2023 for: the Women's Prize for Fiction, the RSL Ondaatje Prize, among others, and chosen as an Indie Fiction Book of the Month. Black Butterflies is a finalist for the Dayton Literary Peace Prize 2025 (winners to be announced in September). Priscilla teaches creative writing in Ireland and studied Spanish, Italian and social anthropology at Cambridge University and creative writing at the University of East Anglia, where she earned her PhD. [Discover The Writer Files Extra: Get 'The Writer Files' Podcast Delivered Straight to Your Inbox at writerfiles.fm] [If you're a fan of The Writer Files, please click FOLLOW to automatically see new interviews. And drop us a rating or a review wherever you listen] In this file Priscilla Morris and I discussed: How her Grandfather's funeral planted the seed that became her novel Why art helps overcome the tragedies of war Writing a love letter to the place she spent a part of her formative childhood How to cultivate a balanced disposition toward your work over time Why writing is a long game And a lot more! Show Notes: priscillamorris.org Black Butterflies: A Novel by Priscilla Morris (Amazon) Priscilla Morris on Instagram Kelton Reid on Twitter Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Brandon wants revenge on his friend Charley after he lost his family's wedding band after using it to pick up women at the bar. Now Nachoo has a dark prank he has to make about Brandon's late Grandfather... Follow us on socials! @themorningmess

Aine Ni Ghallchoir, RTÉ Reporter, updates on the latest news on the murder of Stephen Brannigan in Downpatrick.

Daniela Gil opens up about how she reactivated her psychic channel through meditation, plant medicine, and spiritual practices while living in Peru. We'll dive into what it's like to detox from capitalism and American culture, how huachuma (San Pedro) guided deep relational healing, and why it's lovingly called Grandfather. Daniela shares the power of the 4 altars in the huachuma ceremony—gratitude (fire), clarity (water), unity (air), and love (earth)—and how each one supports emotional and spiritual transformation.We also explore how the wachuma cactus can help heal family trauma, the magic of the Akashic Records, and what happened when Daniela opened the Akashic Records specifically for Alignment Academy. If you've been curious about plant medicine retreats in the Sacred Valley, or want to deepen your intuitive gifts, this conversation blends personal stories with potent spiritual tools. And we have a surprise at the end of this episode!! APPPLY FOR KRISTEN & DANIELA'S PERU RETREAT

Hello to you listening in Woodbine, Georgia!Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is Stories From Women Who Walk with 60 Seconds for Motivate Your Monday and your host, Diane Wyzga.Maybe like me you endlessly churn old stories in your head: what you would have said, could have said, or should have said. Gets me nowhere. So, I'm learning how to shift out of my endlessly churning mindset with a farming tip.  My maternal grandfather left his home in a small Polish village and came to this country as a teenager seeking a better life than the farm he grew up on. Here's what he used to say: “Diane, there's no profit in plowing the same furrow twice. Forgive. Forget. Let go. Harvest what's ahead of you.”Question: What about you? What's your best tip for letting go of what no longer works?You're always welcome: "Come for the stories - Stay for the magic!" Speaking of magic, I hope you'll subscribe, share a 5-star rating and nice review on your social media or podcast channel of choice, bring your friends and rellies, and join us! You will have wonderful company as we continue to walk our lives together. Be sure to stop by my Quarter Moon Story Arts website, check out the Communication Services, arrange a free, no-sales Discovery Call, and stay current with me as "Wyzga on Words" on Substack. Stories From Women Who Walk Production TeamPodcaster: Diane F Wyzga & Quarter Moon Story ArtsMusic: Mer's Waltz from Crossing the Waters by Steve Schuch & Night Heron MusicALL content and image © 2019 to Present Quarter Moon Story Arts. All rights reserved.  If you found this podcast episode helpful, please consider sharing and attributing it to Diane Wyzga of Stories From Women Who Walk podcast with a link back to the original source. 

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Let us know what you think of the latest episode of Distinct Nostalgia by clicking here and sending us a messageAhead of the launch of the epic new landmark drama about the decision to drop the first atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945, Clifton Truman Daniel chats to Ashley Byrne about playing his grandfather in The President and the Emperor. Clifton talks candidly about his relationship with his grandpa and how he learned about his family history when he was growing up. He also reflects on the impact the decision his grandfather made has had on the world and on the work he's done to foster peace the region.Clifton Truman Daniel is in conversation with Ashley Byrne.A Made in Manchester Production   Coming soon ....The President and The Emperor  brings to life the story behind one of the most consequential decisions in modern history, the dropping of the atomic bomb eighty years ago.Told in seven parts and produced by indie company Made in Manchester, the series draws on newly declassified US and Japanese documents, along with first-hand testimony, to present a dual-perspective account of the final days of the Second World War.At the heart of the drama are two isolated but powerful figures, President Harry S. Truman and Emperor Hirohito. They navigate moral and political dilemmas as the world teeters on the brink of nuclear devastation.In a unique casting move, Truman is portrayed by his real-life grandson, Clifton Truman Daniel, adding an intimate connection to a role few could approach with such personal insight.He stars alongside acclaimed Japanese actor Sadao Ueda, who plays Hirohito with quiet intensity and emotional nuance.“This drama is not about who was right or wrong in the war,” Ueda says. “It presents historical facts dramatically from two different points of view. I hope the listener will reflect on what global conflict might mean if it ever happened again.”Samuel Barnett plays Robert OppenheimerThe President and the Emperor is written by Guy Smith, directed by Jonathan Kydd and produced by Ashley Byrne. The Executive Producer is Kurt Brookes.Guy Smith says: ''I wanted to find out what really took place behind the scenes in Washington and Tokyo in the weeks leading up to the most momentous - and controversial - decision in the history of modern warfare; the order to drop the atomic bomb on Japan.And, just as importantly, I wanted to find out if that world changing event could have been avoided.  Was it inevitable?  Or could the conflict have been ended without the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki?The more I dug into the archives and examined first hand accounts of those who were there at the White House and Imperial Palace, I discovered an extraordinary story full of intrigue, drama and turmoil.Now, as the world once again moves closer to the threat of nuclear conflict than at any time since the Cold War, I hope The President and the Emperor provides listeners with a timely warning on the dangers of escalating tensions and failing to explore all possible opportunities to stop man's inhumanity to man.'With thanks to:The National Security Archive, Washington DChttps://nsarchive.gwu.eduThe Harry S Truman Library, Independence, MOhttps://www.trumanlibrary.govSupport the show

In this true, blue interview with Lucas Bols Co. Master Distiller Monique ten Kortenaar (@distillermo), some of the topics we discuss include: The history of the Curaçao liqueur category, how it differs in production and flavor to similar products like Triple Sec, and how the color blue first entered the picture about 100 years ago. How Bols Blue 1575 separates itself from non-premium Blue Curaçaos by incorporating signature botanicals and fruity Jamaican rum into its production and blending process. The role that bartenders, sensory panels, and distillery guests played in the development of this and other products that Bols brings to market. We also take the time to have a very open conversation about the nature of “additives” in the spirits world. Given the striking hue and excellent stability of the Blue 1575, it should be no surprise that Bols uses a food grade dye. But there's a lot that goes into the R&D and testing process for such an important component of the product, especially in the EU, where food standards are notoriously stringent. Along the way, we plan out an epic day-long food and culture tour to experience the best and most interesting cuisine and drink that Amsterdam has to offer, learn why Monique's perfumer Grandfather was known as “The White Giant,” reveal which Bols product is criminally underappreciated by bartenders and consumers, and much, much more.    

While Scott is on vacation he is sharing meditations from the Living Compass app. Here is a beautiful meditation from Brother David Steindl-Rast. Br. David Steindl-Rast, known around the world as “The Grandfather of Gratitude,” is a Benedictine monk and the pioneer of interfaith dialogue. He worked intimately with other great spiritual teachers like His Holiness The Dalai Lama, Thomas Merton, Thich Nhat Hanh, and Thomas Keating. Gratefulness, he discovered, is the common thread in all religions. The author of more than a dozen books, including Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer and You Are Here, Br. David has taught about the grateful life for more than 50 years. Learn more at www.grateful.org You can find the content of the Living Compass app online at https://app.livingcompass.org You download the app for your phone at: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/living-compass/id6738334257 https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=org.livingcompass&hl=en    

Send us a textWelcome to today's episode!For the first time, we have created a listener's request podcast; I was contacted by a listener who discovered his Grandfather had been killed at Hill 70 while serving with the Cameron Highlanders at the Battle of Loos in 1915.  The listener is planning his first-ever trip to the Western Front and wants to walk the battlefield where his Grandfather was killed. He asked if I could do a podcast about that area - your wish is my command!We begin with an overview of the fighting on the Loos battlefield and then walk a circular route around Hill 70 and Bois Hugo to explore what happened and what remains to be seen to this day.Support the podcast:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/footstepsbloghttps://footstepsofthefallen.com/gallery/

Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Rekindling Lost Bonds: A Summer Reconciliation in Budapest Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-08-03-22-34-02-hu Story Transcript:Hu: A nap éppen delelőjét érte, amikor János egyedül üldögélt a hátsó kertben.En: The sun had just reached its zenith when János was sitting alone in the backyard.Hu: A kerti asztalon egy poros album hevert, amit rég nem látott.En: A dusty album lay on the garden table, one he hadn't seen in a long time.Hu: A környék csendes volt, csak a madarak csicsergése töltötte be a levegőt.En: The neighborhood was quiet, only the chirping of the birds filled the air.Hu: Budapest ezeken a forró nyári napokon nyugodt helynek tűnt.En: On these hot summer days, Budapest seemed like a calm place.Hu: Eszter ma érkezett meg.En: Eszter arrived today.Hu: Hosszú ideje először jött haza, hogy meglátogassa apját.En: It was the first time in a long while she came home to visit her father.Hu: Az utóbbi években távol érezte magát tőle, de most mégis úgy döntött, ad egy lehetőséget ennek a látogatásnak.En: In recent years, she had felt distant from him, but now she decided to give this visit a chance.Hu: János érezte, hogy ez az ő esélye, hogy változtasson, de nem igazán tudta, hol kezdje.En: János felt that this was his opportunity to make a change, but he wasn't exactly sure where to start.Hu: A múlt árnyai nehezen engedték el őt.En: The shadows of the past held onto him tightly.Hu: Zoltán, a régi családi barát, ekkor érkezett meg biciklivel.En: Zoltán, the old family friend, arrived by bicycle at that moment.Hu: Olyan ember volt, aki mindig bármilyen nehéz helyzetben megőrizte nyugalmát.En: He was the kind of person who always maintained his calm, no matter how difficult the situation.Hu: Ő volt az, aki azt mondta Jánosnak: „Próbálj meg őszinte lenni.”En: He was the one who told János, "Try to be honest."Hu: Az igazságot könnyű kimondani, de nehéz úgy, hogy meghallgassák.En: It's easy to speak the truth, but it's hard to have it heard.Hu: Amikor Eszter belépett a kertbe, a szél még fújt egy kicsit, mintha köszöntötte volna őt.En: When Eszter stepped into the garden, the wind still blew a little, as if to greet her.Hu: János bátortalanul felállt.En: János stood up, timidly.Hu: „Szia, Eszter. Örülök, hogy itt vagy.”En: "Hi, Eszter. I'm glad you're here."Hu: A lány biccentett.En: The girl nodded.Hu: Nem volt könnyű dolog neki idejönni.En: It wasn't easy for her to come here.Hu: Egyszerű ruhát viselt: nyári ruháját, amit anyja vett neki utoljára, amikor még kislány volt.En: She wore something simple: the summer dress her mother had last bought her when she was a little girl.Hu: Most érezte, hogy az apjában is van valamiféle változás, de meg akarta érteni, mi történt.En: Now she felt that there was some change in her father too, but she wanted to understand what had happened.Hu: Zoltán óvatosan közbelépett: „Nagyon jó, hogy mindketten itt vagytok. Egy barátságos beszélgetés sok mindent megoldhat.”En: Zoltán carefully intervened: "It's great that both of you are here. A friendly conversation can solve many things."Hu: Ahogy telt-múlt a délután, a kertben egyre több szót váltottak.En: As the afternoon went by, they exchanged more and more words in the garden.Hu: János próbálta elmagyarázni a rövid idő alatt, mennyire fontos neki Eszter, és mennyire sajnálja, amit az évek alatt nem tudott kimutatni.En: János tried to explain how important Eszter was to him in the short time he had and how sorry he was for not being able to show it over the years.Hu: Eszter sérülések mélyek voltak, de kezdték egyre jobban megérteni egymást.En: Eszter's wounds were deep, but they began to understand each other better.Hu: A múlt, bár kemény volt, már nem tette teljesen lehetetlenné a jövőt.En: The past, though harsh, no longer made a future entirely impossible.Hu: János végül elővette az albumot.En: Finally, János took out the album.Hu: „Ez a nagyapa fényképalbuma,” mondta halkan, „mindig azt hittem, te értékelni fogod.”En: "This is Grandfather's photo album," he said softly, "I always thought you would appreciate it."Hu: Valami régen elfeledett melegség töltötte be a szívét, amint kinyújtotta a kezét.En: A long-forgotten warmth filled his heart as he reached out his hand.Hu: A forró nyári napsütés alatt Eszter végre megkönnyebbülten vett egy mély levegőt.En: Under the hot summer sunshine, Eszter finally took a deep breath of relief.Hu: A régi képek láttán valami megmozdult benne.En: Seeing the old pictures stirred something within her.Hu: Bár még nem volt minden rendben, most már készen állt arra, hogy adjon egy esélyt az apjával való kapcsolatának.En: Although not everything was right yet, she was now ready to give her relationship with her father a chance.Hu: „Talán kezdhetnénk egy új fejezetet” – mondta csendesen Eszter, és az emlékek közös mélyedésébe merült János oldódó tekintete alatt.En: "Perhaps we could start a new chapter," Eszter said quietly, and she delved into shared memories under János' softening gaze.Hu: Az a nap, nappal lett a békülés napja, egy újrakezdés a múlt hibái között.En: That day became a day of reconciliation, a new beginning amidst past mistakes. Vocabulary Words:zenith: delelőjétdusty: porosbackyard: hátsó kertbenchirping: csicsergésecalm: nyugodtdistant: távolopportunity: esélyeshadows: árnyaiintervened: közbelépettbicycle: bicikliveltimidly: bátortalanulacknowledged: biccentettappreciate: értékelnireconciliation: békülésserene: nyugalmátconsultation: beszélgetésunderstanding: megérteniwounds: sérülésekharsh: keményforgiveness: megbocsátásnostalgia: nosztalgiaanticipation: várakozásgaze: tekinteterelief: megkönnyebbültentrepidation: félelemresolve: megoldaniskeptical: kételkedőinflection: hanghordozáscatharsis: katarktikusembrace: átölelni

The Olson Family Farm was recognized as a Century Farm in 1985 after 110 years of continuous family ownership. Ole Herdal Olson (born October 1807) and Dorthea Jensdatter Stennan Riise (born October 1809) were united in marriage in May 1838 in Tolga, Hedemark, Norway. To this union there were six children: Ole Iver born in 1838; Marit born in 1841; Carrie born in 1843; Johanne born in 1846; Anna born in 1849; and Jens born on October 26, 1853. They emigrated from Norway to America and were among the early settlers in the Township of Leon. Ole and Dorthea purchased the present farm in 1875 from John Cannon. Mr. Cannon was a lumberman from the state of New York that came to Wisconsin around 1842 and settled on about 600 acres in the Township of Leon in what is now known as Cannon Valley. Halver and Rebecca Bergerson came to America with their six children including daughter Caroline Bergerson Brangrud who was born in Holand, Norway on born December 7, 1860. They came to America in 1872 when she was 11 ½ years old. Halver was a successful farmer and stock raiser, keeping his farm well stocked with a good grade of horses, cattle and hogs. He was a man of noble Christian character, and he and his wife were honored members of the Lutheran church and had great influence in the community. Jens Olson and Caroline Bergerson were united in marriage in the Township of Leon on March 12, 1878. Jens assumed the role as main farmer of the small dairy operation after the passing of his father Ole in April 1879. Jens was successful in his operations as a farmer, and his farm was highly improved by cultivation and buildings, and the modern residence erected in 1904, with the commodious outbuildings, make theirs one of the up-to-date country homes of the valley. He was kind-hearted and generous and a devoted member of the Lutheran church, having the confidence and esteem of all who knew him. To the marriage of Jens and Caroline there were twelve children: Johanna born 1878 (never married); Dora born 1880 (married Hans Hoitomt); Oscar born 1882 (never married); Harold born 1884 (never married); Ida born 1887 (married Joseph Anderson); Augusta born 1889 (married Angus Morrison); Nora born 1892 (married Earl Anderson); Olga born 1894 (married Irving Thomesen); Josef born 1896 (married Elizabeth Betty); Leonard born 1898 (married Selma Kolbo); and the twins William (married Sarah Kolbo) and Walter (married Alice Erickson) born 1902. Jens passed away in May 1904, leaving Caroline to farm over 250 acres of land and maintain the dairy herd. Her children Johanna, Oscar and Harold lived close by and assisted with raising their brothers and sisters as well as the farming chores. Caroline very ably brought up her family, continuing in the teaching of the Lutheran Church. The youngest son, Walter, married Alice (Breitenfield-Erickson) on October 24, 1932, in Galena, Illinois. To this union there were three children: Jane born April 1933 (married Lavern Chapiewsky); James A. born August 1934 (married Joan Melloh) and Joyce born April 1937 (married Forrest Johnson). Caroline passed away on July 14, 1934, and the farm was left in the hands of her six sons. Johanna, Oscar, and Harold lived on a 100-acre parcel and farmed another 100-acre parcel. Walter and Alice were able to purchase the remaining 154 acres from his brothers on April 21, 1947. Walter passed away July 29, 1968, seventeen years to the day after his twin brother William passed away (in 1951). James A. married Joan Melloh on October 10, 1964. To this union there were two children: James J. born in September 1966 (married Julie Benedict), and Lori A., born in July 1971 (married Marcus Volden). Alice sold the farm of 154 acres to James and Joan on May 15, 1978, and she moved to Sparta. James A. changed the farm operation from dairy to beef cows and honorably served in the Army National Guard, Army reserves, and on active duty. On December 7, 1998, James A. passed half the farm to his son James J. Both children honorably served in the military; James J. enlisted in the Marine Corps in 1984 and retired as a Major in 2007, and Lori enlisted in the Army in 1989 and retired as a Lieutenant Colonel in 2025. James J. then married Julie Benedict on October 27, 2001, and to this marriage there were two children: Caroline (named after her Great-Grandmother), born in April 200,3 and James-Dean (named after both of his Grandfathers), born in February 2006. On July 24, 2006, James A. passed his half of the farm to James-Dean. He worked as a mechanic for the Monroe County Highway Department and farmed the family farm. Even though he had Allis-Chalmers tractors, he enjoyed doing his farm work with his Percheron horses. He was a fixture at many local parades, fairs, and plowing contests. He was invited on numerous occasions to pull the caged lion at the Great Circus Parade in Milwaukee. He was a mainstay at the World Percheron Congress, culminating with him being crowned the World Champion Farm Team in 2006 in Lexington, Virginia. On July 7, 2008, James J. and James-Dean purchased an additional 27.9 acres from a neighbor, bringing the total number of acres to 181. James A. passed away on February 19, 2011; Lori received the horses and associated equipment while James J. and James-Dean slowly transitioned the farm from horse-drawn equipment to more modern mechanical ag equipment. James-Dean loved the outdoors, especially hunting and driving all the equipment. Sadly, he was killed in an automobile accident on the day before the start of his junior year of high school in August 2022. 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One of the greatest gold medal stories of Paris 2024 for Australia was Noemie Fox who had to beat the best just to make the Olympics, overcome her sister Jess in a heat and then execute everything to perfection in the final.The dream came true and 12 months on, Fox chats to Declan Byrne on 'The Saturday Sledge' about the magical experience, dealing with the loss of her grandfather the day she qualified and how long it took to truly sink in that she'd achieved her gold medal dream.

Ananda was born in Sri Lanka went to the village temple with his Grandfather from a very young age. Yet he came to practise meditation only after meeting the then Ajahn Jagaro & Ajahn Brahm, around 1987. He has been meditating for about 25 years and considers Ajahn Brahm, Ajahn Brahmali & Bhante Sujato as his spiritual teachers. He and his family started visiting Bodhinyana and Dhammaloka regularly in 1991 and he has served in the Committee in different capacities including Treasurer and the Secretary. He has also contributed to Buddhist communities overseas in various ways and is a student of early Buddhist texts from the Tripitaka, relying mostly on Bhante Sujato's English translations of Sutta on SuttaCentral & also, Dhammaloka Sutta classes & Sutta Retreats at Jhana Grove. Every year, the monastic community (Monks and nuns) go on a three month retreat called the “Rains Retreat” from mid July to mid October. During this period, they do not visit our centres for teachings as it's a time for deepening their own practice. While the monks and nuns are away, we will have some interesting guest speakers coming in to give the Friday Night talk. Dust in Our Eyes 2025 (Rains Retreat Speakers' Series 2025) Hear stories of everyday dhamma as told by monastics and lay practitioners from various Buddhist traditions. Support us on https://ko-fi.com/thebuddhistsocietyofwa BSWA teachings are available: BSWA Teachings BSWA Podcast Channel BSWA DeeperDhamma Podbean Channel BSWA YouTube

Elizabeth MeLampy is an author and a Harvard-educated lawyer, with experience in animal law and environmental law. While in law school, she worked on issues related to farmedanimals, wild animals, and captive animals with Harvard's Animal Law & Policy Clinic. She was also in the inaugural cohort of Emerging Scholar Fellows with the Brooks Institute for Animal Rights Law and Policy, where she worked onanimal law scholarship. After two clerkships—with the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court and the Federal District Court in Arizona—Elizabeth litigated with one of the top environmental nonprofits in the country. Her firstbook, Forget The Camel: The Madcap World of Animal Festivals and What They Say About Being Human, was published in 2025.In Sentientist Conversations we talk about the most important questions: “what's real?”, “who matters?” and "how can we make a better world?"Sentientism answers those questions with "evidence, reason & compassion for all sentient beings." The video of our conversation is ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here on YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.00:00 Clips01:15 Welcome- Mark Bekoff episode https://youtu.be/-pwfNH-KgWI- Kim Stallwood episode https://youtu.be/5-8vYRhJvaU03:25 Elizabeth''s Intro- "Sentient creatures matter"- Forget the Camel "Animal festivals... I study them as microcosms of our relationships to non-human animals"- "Try to make sense of how we treat so many animals differently"- The Rattlesnake Roundup "They beheaded and killed rattlesnakes in public... then made bloody handprints"- A Jumping Frog contest- The real Groundhog day- "There's a lot more that ties those events togetherthan separates them even though you're killing animals in one context and not in another"- "The overarching paradigm of human superiority applies to them all"06:10 What's Real?- "I have both backgrounds very strongly... the religious spiritual side and the more scientific, naturalistic side"- Grandfather and mum church ministers, grandmother aveterinarian and an anthropologist, father a software engineer-  "Core pillars of my upbringing... Thinking about the world really critically, really analytically... on one side... on the other side... a Protestant Christian upbringing in the Church"- "Core values, more than religious dogmatism, ofcompassion, of kindness, of generosity, of sacrifice... key Christian values... open hearted, open minded, compassionate lens"- "I was really lucky to be raised in a version of the Christian church that prioritises those things"- "The two sides [religion and science] work so closely together... it's not 'you believe in god or you believe in science'"- "The mysteries of the world... things you could explore with a variety of disciplines... read the Bible... do a science experiment... all sorts of ways to figure out what is going on"- Grandparents lived on an animal farmAnd more... full show notes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sentientism.info⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.Sentientism is “Evidence, reason & compassion for all sentient beings.” More at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sentientism.info⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Join our⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠"I'm a Sentientist" wall⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ via⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ this simple form⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠.Everyone, Sentientist or not, is welcome in our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠groups⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. The biggest so far is ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠here on FaceBook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Come join us there!

Bryce Leatherwood is only 25 years old, but three years ago he won Season 22 of The Voice, and he just released a self-titled debut album that's already gaining a lot of attention. Despite his age, Bryce's new record sounds like it could have come out a long time ago, and that's exactly what he was after. Many of the songs were inspired by the simple life of his hometown in Woodstock, Georgia, where he grew up, and Macon, where he spent a lot of time riding horses and dirt bikes on his grandfather's farm. When we spoke, Bryce had just lost his grandfather to cancer a couple of weeks earlier, and he talked about what an inspiration he was, both in terms of music and as a role model in life. He also shared the story behind a new song called “Job Well Done” that he recently wrote in honor of his grandfather's memory. Sid talked to Bryce about the best friend he gained from his time on the Voice, what he learned from being a high school wrestler, and why his debut on the Grand Ole Opry was the best night of his life. For more info visit: southernliving.com/biscuitsandjam Biscuits & Jam is produced by: Sid Evans - Editor-in-Chief, Southern Living Krissy Tiglias - GM, Southern Living Lottie Leymarie - Executive Producer Michael Onufrak - Audio Engineer & Editor/Producer Jeremiah McVay - Producer Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

An old fan used by my Grandfather to provide a little respite from the Oklahoma summer heat had a history. It had been purchased three decades before I became fascinated with it, listening to it's ancient blades whir during his afternoon naps. I later learned it figured prominently in a sad chapter in the family story and represented progress during a tumultuous time in American history.     SUPPORT INDEPENDENT ARTIST! SUPPORT INDEPENDENT VOICES! Episode archive, news and more! Check out all we have to offer at withinpodcast.com! Want to advertise, sponsor or otherwise support Within The Realm? Visit with us at contact@withinpodcast.com or Support Within The Realm  Our wonderful sponsors! It's important, now more than ever, to support folks like us! jandjpoolsafety@gmail.com katchakid.com Katchakid has a 100% safety rating and have maintained that for over 50 years. That's a lot of safety and plenty of peace of mind when it comes to your pool and your family. Music: The Right Direction by Shane Ivers Martin Mountain Coffee: Small Batch Roaster for an Artisan Cup of Coffee! Check out Martin Mountain Coffee's signature Within The Realm Blend "Story Teller's Roast!" We won't be mad if you try the other great blends and roasts! Better yet, try a sample pack! It's better on the Mountain! Contact Us! Facebook: @withintherealm1 Instagram: within_the_realm contact@withinpodcast.com Now on Bluesky! https://bsky.app/profile/sfg64.bsky.social   Within The Realm is a fiercly Independent podcast written and produced by Steve Garrett for the enjoyment of the curious soul. WTR intro: Sweat Shirt (S. Garrett) WTR outro: Baby Boy (S. Garrett) Available for speaking engagements! Check out the website for details. withinpodcast.com Want to advertise, sponsor or otherwise support Within The Realm? Visit with us at contact@withinpodcast.com or Support Within The Realm  And as always, Thanks for listening!

Frank Schubert - a native of Staten Island - spent 43 years as a keeper and caretaker at Coney Island Light Station in New York. When he passed away in 2003, he was the last person who had served as a keeper under the old U. S. Lighthouse Service. He originally joined the Lighthouse Service as a seaman on the tender Tulip in 1937. Coney Island Light Station, New York. Photo by Jeremy D'Entremont. Frank Schubert He moved in as keeper at Coney Island in 1960. Frank, along with his wife and three children, enjoyed giving tours to schoolchildren and scout troops, and having a wonderful time every day. Our conversation today is with Greg Goldstein, grandson of Frank Schubert. Greg's wife Lisa also took part in the conversation. To learn more about Frank Schubert, click here.

The comeback from a frightening crash in South Australia and the moment he realized it was time to get back on the horse. Hustling a two wheel drive on the way to the Australian title in 2014 and a little sentimental attachment to that Renault Clio which is still in the garage. Challenging himself on the world stage in a Ford Fiesta R5 machine and why Scott is rightly proud of the performance in Finland including an insane jump that wowed the crowd! Plus the incredible Pedder’s suspension story from his Grandfather channeling skills he learned working on planes in WWII to his father’s early adoption of franchise formulas not all that long after McDonalds. And a managerial change in a milestone year for the company. There some breaking news too around Scott’s immediate future after a crash in Queensland ended his chances of adding another Australian title to the rally CV. How he plans to be in the moment and enjoy the beauty and pure exhilaration of competing in Tassie in November. And the ‘Trading Places’ story you may not have heard. Letting Will Brown and Brodie Kostecki drive his Skoda Rally car before Erebus let Scott loose in the Supercar on a wet and wild day at Calder Park. Head to Rusty's Facebook, Twitter or Instagram and give us your feedback and let us know who you want to hear from on Rusty's Garage. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 4 The House. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. The pounding on the front door echoed through the house again, and I literally fell out of the bed trying to disentangle my foot from the mess of the sheets. Erica and I had stumbled inside late as fuck, trying to be quiet and not wake up Leo and Dani, and now I could see we'd tracked in dirt and grass with us. The sheets were filthy. I got shorts on and stood, shaking Erica by the shoulder. "What?" she groaned. "Someone is at the door, and it's sun up. The worker might need to start working. I'll close the door and give you as much time as I can, but could you at least put on a top in case anyone pops in here by accident?" "Let 'em look," Erica grunted. "What happened to those being my tits, and mine alone?" I grinned. "..... Fine," she said and held up a hand in the air. I found her a shirt and put it in her hand, and she started trying to get it on without lifting her head from the pillow or opening her eyes. I shut the bedroom door behind me and met up with Leo in the hallway; he was only slightly more dressed than I was, with a single sock and an undershirt over his shorts. "Mornin'" he grunted. "Yep," I said, and we headed for the door. When I opened it I was expecting Vanessa and her big 'gorilla' work crew, but instead it was Agent Sourpuss. It was even earlier in the day than I had expected. "What took you two so long?" she said, sneering at the two of us. "Never mind, come with me." She started walking around the house, so Leo and I followed barefoot. Just as we were stepping out and shutting the front door, the crew vans started pulling in, ferrying the surveyors and workers. A few of them called and waved, taunting us for looking like we were getting called to the Principal's office. "We have solved the temporary housing issue for you two," Agent Sourpuss said as we rounded the corner, and she presented us with the new additions to the backyard. Hunkered up next to the two sea cans that all of our stuff was being loaded into for storage were two brand new, state-of-the-art, still gleaming chrome and white from the lot, RVs. The two fuckers were huge. I had no idea how anyone other than an 18-wheeler truck driver could pilot one of them. They had to be worth at least a couple hundred thousand dollars each. "God damn," I said, coming awake. "One for each of us?" Leo asked. "You and your partners," the Agent said. "Follow me." We did, crossing the backyard as the Agent told us that we would need to be ready to move them at a moment's notice; our presence couldn't be allowed to slow down the construction process. We were also in charge of maintaining them, and organizing with the construction general manager when they arrived on site to make sure they were getting properly emptied (the septic) and filled (the fuel). "Mr. Lacoste, you have the one on the left," the Agent said, handing a set of keys to Leo. He actually giggled with glee, taking the keys and darting to his new home. "Mr. Black, yours is clearly the right. As is your new partner waiting for you inside," she said. I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" "Your second partner drove with us this morning. She's waiting inside for you and is ready for imprinting. I suggest not making her wait too long." Agent Sourpuss then began to walk away, back to her car at the front of the house. "Wait, wait, wait," I said, following her. "I already have a partner. Erica and I are bonded or whatever." "Not how it works, Mr. Black," the Agent said, still walking. "You're rated at Tier Four, and you must have been somewhat open to a non-monogamous relationship, as is Miss Lacoste. Your new partner is suited to the two of you. You shouldn't keep her waiting." There wasn't any stopping her, so I diverted and headed back into the house. "Erica!" I called, heading for the stairs. "What?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes but coming out of my room dressed in my shirt from last night, and a pair of her shorts. "The Agent just dropped off the big ass RVs we're living in," I said. "And a woman who I'm supposed to bond with." "Oh, shit. That was fast," she said. "What do you mean, that was fast?" I asked. "You knew about this?" "I mean, they said at the information seminar that it was possible people would begin getting partnered into existing relationships based on the matchmaking and available matches," Erica said. We were heading down the stairs again. "I assumed since I'm Bi, and you're a guy, it wouldn't be unlikely we'd get someone else eventually. I didn't think it would be day three, obviously. Why would this person pick us over a single guy?" We got outside and to the RV, and I knocked. "It's open," called a voice. It was light and feminine, but with a distinct accent. I opened the door and mounted the steps, stopping when I saw the woman within, only for Erica to push me the rest of the way up so she could see as well. She was dark blonde, almost brunette, and her hair hung in waves down just past her shoulders. The woman was slight, and obviously so because all she was wearing was lingerie made up of thin mesh through which I could see her rosy pink nipples on her smallish tits, and lots of buckles for straps. The right side of her body was fresh and clean, though down the center of her abdomen, from under her chin all the way to her pubic mound, was a thin black line of a tattoo splitting her in half. On the left side of that tattoo her body was designed with black ink in floral tribal patterns, fleur-de-lis motifs and other designs. She was smiling demurely despite her dress and the fact that she was lounging in the sitting area of the RV, her legs splayed as she absently rubbed her twat through her mesh thong. "Bonjour," she said, grinning even brighter as Erica followed me in. Her accent was distinctly French Canadian and she couldn't be older than twenty-three. "My name is Ivy Gauthier, and I was expecting just a cock, but I am more than happy to make Mommy happy too if she wants to sit on my face." "Fuck," Erica said, and looked at me. "Can we keep her?" Ivy Erica, as usual, took to the rapidly changing social situation a little faster than I did. "So you're sure about all of this?" she asked the girl, Ivy. We were sitting in the lounge area of the RV that the government had delivered to us that morning. "Well, it is too late for me to back out now," Ivy said. She was French Canadian, with that very specific Quebecois accent that extended vowels and clipped some consonants. I only really knew the difference between hers and a traditional French-from-France accent because I'd once drank with a unit of French soldiers while I was deployed in Germany. "I have already been poked with the needles. I chose Harrison because he reminded me of a sexy version of the boys I grew up with in the north of Quebec. Very sexy lumberjack, yes?" Erica smirked, glancing at me and patting my knee. "Yes, very sexy woodsman." "As I said, I was not expecting a sexy woman as well, but I am the bisexual," Ivy continued. "In fact, Erica, you are very much my type." "And what type is that?" Erica asked. Ivy grinned but blushed, biting her lip for a moment as if she were embarrassed, but I could see the hunger in her big, expressive eyes. "Most girls in my job, they have what you call the 'Daddy Issues', yes? Well, my father made many mistakes, but was always very good to my sister et moil. An ex I have, she said I have 'Mommy Issues' instead. I like strong women, older than me, with tits and ass like yours." The little minx actually reached out and caressed the side of Erica's tit when she said it. "What job is it you've been working?" I asked, though I had a feeling I knew the general field. "I am a dancer," Ivy said, turning back to me and looking all the world like a worried teenager, rather than the seductive woman clad in mesh lingerie that was sitting between Erica and me. "I hope that is not so bad to you, Harrison. I know some men, they think it means I am dirty or spoiled. But I am not." Then she got another little lascivious smirk as she tilted her chin down looking up at you through her lashes. "Well, I could also be a very dirty girl for the right man. Or woman." She touched Erica's leg without looking. "Okay, seriously Ivy," I said. "Unless this is really who you are, and who you want to be, you can tone down the seduction. Erica and I aren't going to turn you away, but you have got to be real with us." Ivy frowned, and it was like she went through a little transformation as she absorbed what I said and metabolized it. She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, then nodded and stood up, crossed to the murphy table that was in the kitchenette and pulled a robe I hadn't even noticed from where it was hanging. She wrapped it around herself quickly and then sat back down. "I am sorry," she said. "I am; this vaccine is making me very horny. I did not know what to expect, yes? I thought it best to treat you like private clients." "Oh, sweetie," Erica sighed. "I know. The nervousness, that little itch all over?" Ivy nodded. "Maybe let's start from the beginning," I suggested. "Just be honest with us." "I was being honest," Ivy said. "My name is Ivy Gauthier, I was born in a little town in northern Quebec and raised by my father and grandmother, along with my sister. I am an exotic dancer. I started in Montreal, and decided to try and do a tour of the USA. My visa was running out when the Quarantine happened. They said it would not be a problem if I took the experimental vaccine." "Wait, hold on," I said. "Fuck. Would you have taken the vaccine if you weren't worried about your visa?" Ivy thought about it and then shrugged. "I don't know? Maybe? I never had to think about it without the visa on the table." "This is fucked up," I said. "And it's too late to change anything," Erica said. "Harri, you know it's too late." "I know," I grunted. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it." "And you know if it's not you, it'll be someone else." I took in a long breath and nodded. "Ivy, I assume you went through the whole set of meetings and videos that Erica did, but I just have to ask; are you absolutely sure you want this?" Ivy pursed her lips, looking between Erica and me. Her hands were in her lap, most of her tattoos covered by the worn, velvet red robe she was wearing. She looked younger and older at the same time. She ended up looking to Erica. "Is he a good man?" "The best," Erica said immediately. "And is she a good woman?" Ivy asked me. I took Erica's hand in mine. "Better than anyone could ever deserve." "Then I am fine with this," Ivy said. "It is the end of the world, oui? Why should I not be with two sexy people who love each other, and will share their bed with me?" Erica laughed. "Well, she's direct." "Alright. You know what the next steps are?" I asked Ivy. "You fuck me, and I will become your; how did they say.? Umm, bonded something?" "We haven't figured out the right word yet either," Erica said. "For now, it might be easiest if you're just our fuckbuddy." "I like this," Ivy said. "You two are a couple, and I will be your fuckbuddy." The way she said it made it sound a little sillier, a little naughtier. This girl would have been dangerous if Erica and I weren't in the current situation. "You have some time," I said. "Would you rather wait a bit, or do it now?" "Now," Ivy said. "I would very much like to taste you, Erica. While Harrison fucks my ass." "Wow, that's very hot and specific," Erica said. Ivy smiled. "I am what you would say is an 'Anal Queen.' My father, he had children with three different women. It made me afraid of pregnancy, so I learned as a girl to prefer it in my butt." "Well, I guess you're getting to crush some ass, babe," Erica said, smirking and then kissing me on the cheek. "Hey, you know what?" I asked. "However you want it, Ivy, I'm happy to provide. Is there anything else you'd like us to know before we go to the bed?" Ivy stood up, slipping the robe back off of her and hanging it back up. "I can be very loud," she said. "Just a warning. And I like many things, but this time, I think we keep it to a simple threesome, yes? I will suck cock and eat cunt, and I would very much like to be fingered, and fucked in the ass." "So simple," Erica chuckled. "Ivy, I think Harrison is still a little hesitant; he is a natural protector, so don't think he's timid. He's just worried and doesn't want to take advantage." "Oh," Ivy said, looking at me for a moment with a cocked head, taking my measure. "Now I; Okay, yes, I understand." She came forward and pushed me back by the shoulders until I was sitting fully upright on the cushioned bench seat instead of leaning forward. Then she crawled into my lap, on her knees with them outside my legs, and sat her perky bum on my legs. "Harrison, I have told you I think you are sexy, yes? Well here, I will prove it." She took my hand and brought my fingers to her lips, taking my pointer and middle fingers and sucking on them lewdly, then bringing them down between us to her crotch. She pulled the mesh panties aside and put my fingers against her hole and pivoted, taking my two thick fingers into her clenching cunt. "I want to fuck you. And I will tell you another thing about me; I like a man who takes me how he wants. Throw me on the bed, put my legs behind my head. Make me your little pretzel girl as you fuck my ass. I am sure I will love this 'big brother' you in time, too. But I need you first to be my man." Then she kissed me, grinding on my fingers. I breathed in through my nose, and she pressed her chest against mine, and I reached around her with the hand that wasn't busy at her cunt and grabbed her ass firmly. "Umm, yes," she mumbled into my mouth. "Like that." "God, I hope I didn't look that fucking horny when I kissed you that first time," Erica said. She was still sitting on the other end of the L-shaped bench from us, watching me get frenched by the little French minx who had just fallen into our lives. I pulled back from the kiss, and Ivy looked at me with concern, searching my face. "Go kiss Erica," I said. She grinned and slipped from my lap, my fingers leaving her cunt, and slid right onto Erica's lap and pulled my girlfriend into a hard kiss as their disproportionate tits pressed together. Erica was much bustier than Ivy, though the younger woman's figure was just as sexy. As they started to make out I stood up, walking to the back of the RV and surveying the space. The back of the vehicle was dominated by the bedroom, which had what looked like a bed that was too big for the space. I pulled the blanket and top sheet off of it, knowing how Erica had a tendency to leave wet spots after fucking, and then kicked off my boots and returned to the women. "Alright, come here," I said, and lifted Ivy off of Erica and tossed her over my shoulder so I was carrying her ass forward. She howled a laugh, kicking her legs, and I offered Erica my other hand up. "She is going to be a lot of fun," Erica said. "I know," I said. "But I need to ask you, too. Is this what you want?" Erica smiled, almost sadly, and shrugged. "I told you I'd introduce you to a lot of strippers. I just didn't know it would happen so fast. Like she said, it's the end of the world, at least as we know it. Why not?" I nodded, and then bounced Ivy on my shoulder and gave her a soft spank on the butt. "What are you giggling so hard for?" "Nothing," she said. "Everything." "Crazy French girl," I said, and carried her to the end of the RV and tossed her on the bed like she wanted. She landed and immediately twisted and turned, biting her lip as she positioned herself on her stomach, looking at me eagerly as she slowly kicked her legs and her little bum bounced, humping the air a little. "Oh, I think she wants to suck your cock," Erica said, coming up behind me and resting her cheek on my shoulder. She reached around my waist and started lowering my shorts. "Is that what you want, Ivy?" Ivy nodded, grinning. "Well, I've got a surprise for a naughty girl. You are very lucky, because you picked a man who happens to have a very nice, fat cock." Erica said, and dropped my shorts, letting my mostly-hard cock out. "Oh, fuck," Ivy said, her eyes going happily large. "It is a very good cock." She looked up at Erica. "May I please suck the very good cock?" "Good manners," Erica said. "Yes, Ivy, you may suck Harrison. But from now on you should call it his fat cock." "Yes, mo" the rest of what she was saying became garbled as she leaned forward and spoke with the head of my cock between her lips, and came. She hadn't been expecting it, and her legs started to kick as she tensed up and pulled away from my cock, lowering her face to the bed. Then her body released all its tension and she sucked in a deep, ragged breath. "Woah!" she exhaled, loud and wordless, as a second wave of the orgasm passed through her. Erica reached around and ran her fingers through Ivy's hair as the smaller, younger woman rode a third and final wave of the vaccine-induced orgasm. She was left panting, and rolled over onto her back and looked back up at us in confusion and what looked like drunken delight. "What was that? I have never come so fast," she said in wonder "Didn't they tell you to expect that?" Erica asked. Ivy shook her head. "Huh, that's weird. They told my group," Erica said. "That was the imprinting process starting. Can you feel that ache, down in your clit? That's the vaccine too. Soon you'll feel it on your tongue, aching to get Harri's come anywhere you can inside you." "I already wanted this," Ivy said, her grin not slipping. She rolled back over onto her stomach and opened her mouth, but then hesitated. "Does this,” "No," I said, "Not every time." "Too bad, but also good," Ivy said. "It would be very hard to suck your cock if this happened every time." Then she took me back into her mouth and began bobbing her head quickly. I had a feeling she was actually a brunette and dyed her hair up to the dirty blonde she wore it. The dark undertones were more real than the light ones. Erica came around me now and slipped out of her shorts, going down to her panties and my shirt she'd been wearing, and got on her knees on the bed next to Ivy. She sat tall, and I kissed her as Ivy suckled on my cock. "Enjoy yourself, babe," Erica assured me. "We both want this." I raised an eyebrow and reached around her, grabbing her meatier ass. "You don't need to keep reassuring me, E. Or does 'mommy' need a good seeing to as well?" "Oh, I always need a good seeing to," Erica grinned. She started to lower down slowly, maintaining eye contact with me. "But first I think I need to make sure our naughty girl here knows how to treat you properly. Let me see you suck his cock, Ivy." Ivy beamed up at me, eyes flicking between my face and Erica's as the older woman leaned close. "Good, really slobber on that cock," Erica said softly, stroking Ivy's hair. "It's going to be cracking that cute little ass of yours open soon, so it needs to be very hard and very slippery." Ivy mumbled something unintelligible. "But don't forget his balls," Erica said. Ivy immediately took my cock from her mouth and lifted it with a hand, trying to take my sack between her lips but only fitting one nut as she tongued and worked her mouth. Erica took Ivy's place at my cock, putting her lips around the head and starting to blow me. "Oh, fuck, that's new," I groaned, looking down at both women staring up at me with smiles in their eyes. I put a hand on each of their heads. Ivy didn't let up, switching from one ball to the other as my cock rubbed across her face, but Erica popped off of the end and grinned at me before sliding back on the bed and taking up a position behind Ivy. "Now, what do we have here?" Erica asked, wrapping her fingers into the elastic band of Ivy's mesh panties. "Someone is a very naughty girl, dressing so slutty. Look, I can see everything! So what could possibly be the point of this?" She started pulling the panties down over Ivy's ass, and the younger woman shifted her hips eagerly, letting her do it. "Back to my cock now," I grunted, and Ivy followed my orders. Once I was back in her mouth, I ran my fingers down the side of her face, just watching as she looked up at me with adoringly needy eyes. Erica had gotten Ivy's panties off, and she tossed them aside as she knelt next to the pale girl and started to massage her upturned butt. "Ivy, you have a very cute ass," she said, stroking the girl's smooth skin. Just like her front, Ivy had a thin black line running down the middle of her spine, bisecting her from her hairline all the way down to her ass crack. On one side of the line her pale, smooth skin was flawless. On the other, she sported a collection of black tattoos; most of them flowery and nicely designed, a few of them more 'witchy' like flying crows and a jagged, leafless tree. "M'ank 'oo," Ivy mumbled around my cock, and wiggled her butt. Erica quickly sucked two fingers into her mouth and, biting the inside of her lip as she grinned, slipped them down between Ivy's legs and began slowly, teasingly fingering the younger woman's cunt. Ivy immediately responded by shuddering and starting to blow me faster, bobbing her head as she moaned with my cock in her mouth, pressing against the inside of her cheeks. "For a girl who prefers it in the ass, our naughty little girl gets very wet," Erica said to me. "Is that right?" I asked, and looked down at Ivy and her big eyes. "Do you get wet and ready for a cock even if you don't want one in that hole?" "Umm hmm," she hummed and nodded, then pulled her lips from my cock. "When I am ready, the right man will have a very good time with my naughty cunt." Erica leaned forward, bringing her lips to Ivy's ear from behind. "And what about Harrison? Is he the right man?" I could see the conflict warring in Ivy. She didn't know; her instincts were to shy away. But the vaccine, that need and horniness it had put in Erica, was in Ivy as well. She wanted me, wanted my cum. Wanted it inside her, to match with the vaccine. Chemically, she wanted to say yes. "You don't need to answer that," I told her reassuringly, stroking the side of her face again. Then I glanced at Erica, who raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. Ivy, a thankful look in her eyes, quickly went back to blowing me while Erica played with her cunt. Eventually I pulled away, and in one move picked up and flipped Ivy over onto her back. She giggled, and I was glad that she'd been honest with me about wanting to be thrown around in bed; I would have likely asked, or maybe told, her to move. Instead she seemed to really enjoy the manhandling. "Get the rest of the lingerie off," I said. The mesh bra did nothing to hide her perky, small boobs from me, but I wanted her naked. There was a practical element; once the bonding process was completed, she was going to zonk out and having that strappy lingerie on for hours and hours wouldn't be good for her or it. But there was also a primal thing in me that just wanted this strangely innocent, strangely filthy girl naked for me. She stripped quickly, and Erica took that time to peel off my shirt that she was wearing as well, revealing her bigger, heavy tits. "Oh, my," Ivy said, and sat up, reaching for Erica's chest. "You are so beautiful, Erica." Erica grinned and leaned forward a bit, allowing Ivy to press her face into Erica's cleavage. "She's like a horny teenage boy," Erica laughed. Ivy was kissing and licking her cleavage all over. "So am I, when it comes to you," I said, and slipped off the bed to stand behind her, kissing her on the cheek and then down to her neck while I reached around and cupped her tits from below, lifting them for Ivy to feast on. "Oh, god, this is heaven," Erica moaned, leaning her head back on my shoulder. "Have you ever done a threesome before?" I asked her quietly. "Once. Three women," she mumbled. "Not that great, really." "Too much fake cock?" I asked. "That, and tribbing is stupid. Doesn't do anything for me, and they both loved it." "Hear that, Ivy? No tribbing," I said. "But can I eat her cunt?" Ivy asked, coming up for air from the bounty of tits she was enjoying. "I think my answer is 'whenever you want,'" Erica laughed. "First I want more of your mouth," I said to Ivy. "Lay back down. And Erica, I'd love to see you eat her out." Erica grinned. "Ever seen a lesbian act in person before?" "Nothing more explicit than two drunk girls kissing to rile up some guys at a party," I said. Ivy had lain back, spreading her legs, and Erica knelt between them and slowly brought her face down to Ivy's bare cunt. It was pretty, almost like the clean and clinical specimen you would see in a biology textbook. "Do you want me to lick your cunt, Ivy?" Erica asked teasingly. "Yes, please," Ivy said and grabbed the bedspread in her fingers in anticipation. Erica went to work, and Ivy moaned loudly and wordlessly as her body tensed and then relaxed into the sensations. "Is it good," I asked. "Uh-huh," Ivy nodded and moaned. I knelt down next to her head and turned her face sideways, tapping my cock against her lips. She immediately opened them, and I slid between her lips and she began suckling. Then, after looking down and seeing the smile in Erica's eyes as she watched me getting blown while she ate cunt, I began to thrust lightly into Ivy's mouth. The dirty blonde dropped her jaw, and worked her tongue, and soon I was pumping steadily, treating her lips just roughly enough to feel divine. I reached down and palmed her tit, which so far had been almost entirely ignored. I happened to grab the tattooed side of her, where the boob itself was still a blank canvas but was surrounded by them dark patterns. Her nipple was a firm little nub in my palm, and her moaning on my cock changed to a higher pitch when I grabbed her more firmly, and then began playing with her nipple between my fingers. Erica, seeing the change in Ivy, mimicked me and reached up for her other tit and grabbed it as well. "Muh," Ivy moaned, but didn't try to pull away from my thrusting. She whined on my cock, thrusting her hips up and down, grinding against Erica's face. Then, seeing her coming to a peak, I thrust in and held my cock deep in her mouth, but not to the point of gagging her. I pinched the nipple I was holding, and Erica focused on her clit, and Ivy went off with a long shudder and another muffled howl. I pulled my cock from her mouth when she was coming down. "Keep going," I told Erica. "Get her there again." Then I stepped off of the bed and behind Erica, whose panty-clad ass was up in the air at the edge of the bed. I pulled her panties down to her thighs, set my cock against her puffy cunt, and thrust inside firmly, claiming her as mine again. "Yes, babe," Erica gasped into Ivy's cunt. "Fuck, yes, my fucking stud." "Oh, fuck," Ivy groaned, eyes half-closed as she grabbed at her own tits harshly and watched me fucking Erica from behind. Within five thrusts I was burying deep into my girlfriend at a good, steady pace. "You two are so fucking hot," Ivy said breathily, her accent turning every croon into a delightful sentence instead of something that might have come across as crude. I fucked Erica steadily, one hand on her hip and the other keeping hold of her wonderful ass, and she thrust back at me while trying to keep her lips and tongue working. I wanted Erica to feel how desirable I found her, even in this threesome with a brand new woman between us. I wanted her to know she wasn't just forced on me; she was a choice. She chose me, and I chose her back. Leaning forward, I let go of her waist and ass and grabbed her tits hanging below her, palming them and lifting their weight as she remained ass up and face down in Ivy's cunt. "I fucking love you, E," I said. "I love your body, I love your personality, and I love your mind. And right now, I really love how fucking sexual you are." "Fuck," Ivy groaned. "Fuck, that is so hot." Erica was starting to falter in her fucking back at me, which I knew meant she was getting close but I wanted to push her farther. "Ivy," I said. "It's almost time. How much prep does your ass need?" Ivy licked her lips, that carnal need growing inside of her with every passing minute. "For most guys, two fingers would be enough. But for you, I think three, if Mommy will do it for me?" "What do you think, 'mommy,'" I grinned. "Are you up for prepping her?" Erica slurped off of Ivy's cunt and flipped the girl onto her stomach, then spread her ass cheeks and spit onto her asshole. "For her, and to watch you fuck this cute little ass, absolutely," Erica said. I really couldn't see all that much of the oral portion of the prep, since I continued to fuck Erica. I slowed, and thrust deep and firm instead of faster and harder, and gave her the chance to work. Soon enough, Erica had two fingers in Ivy's ass and was adding a third. "Oh, mommy, yes," Ivy moaned. "Finger my ass. Spread my asshole for our man. God, I want that fat cock up my ass so badly. Harrison, please don't make me wait. Please don't back out, I need it so badly." "Who does this ass belong to now, Ivy?" Erica asked her. "Fuck, fuck," Ivy gasped. Erica slapped the side of her ass cheek. "Who does this ass belong to now, dirty little girl?" "Harrison," Ivy moaned. "Oh, fuck, Harrison. Fuck my ass. Take my ass. Take it. Take it." I pulled out of Erica, watching for just a moment as her cunt was split by me and didn't want to let go, then hopped back up on the bed. Erica pulled her fingers out of Ivy's hole, and I spun the younger woman around on the bed and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Ivy dropped her face to the mattress as she reached back and held her ass cheeks open, her butthole winking at me. "Fuck my ass. Please, Butt fuck me. Own my butt," she panted. I placed my cock to her asshole and pressed forward. "Oh, fuck yes," Ivy almost howled. "Oh, it is so good. Merci, merci, oh fuck yes." I was halfway in when she finally clenched and I stopped. Erica, meanwhile, had shifted her seating on the bed so she was on her ass, and she spread her legs in front of Ivy's face. "Hey, now it's time for you to lick my cunt, dirty girl," she said. Ivy lifted her head and groaned as she tasted Erica for the first time, and as she did Ivy's ass relaxed, and I pushed in the rest of the way. "Yes," she mumbled. "Yes, fuck, so good. So full." I slowly pulled back out, then pushed back in. I'd tried anal before, once with a German girl I met off base, but it had been tough going. With Ivy, it was like she was just built different. She squeezed back at me, pushed to get me deeper. "She really is an Anal Queen," I gasped to Erica, who opened her eyes and grinned savagely at me. "I can't believe you're fucking her in the ass right now," she said. "Neither can I," I said, and started to properly thrust into that tight but forgiving asshole. "She's fucking good with her tongue, too," Erica groaned. "I can feel myself getting soaked." "Careful," I snickered. "There are the only sheets we have right now." "Oh, fuck off," Erica laughed. I had just started fucking into Ivy harder still, and she was sucking in deep breaths and moaning like a pornstar, when there was a loud banging on the main door of the RV. There was absolutely no way they couldn't hear what was happening in here, let alone that I had to assume the RV was rocking a bit. "Don't stop," Ivy gasped, lifting her face from Erica's cunt and begging me over her shoulder. "Please, keep fucking my ass. You can't stop. I need you to keep going." "Fuck, I was so close," Erica groaned, and the knocking happened again, banging on the door. Erica rolled off the bed. "You can't stop now, you might break her mind. I'll deal with this." "Yes, Harri, fuck me. So good, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass!" Ivy moaned, even fucking louder now that she didn't have Erica's cunt to muffle her. Erica stalked naked out into the main area of the RV, and she slipped on the robe that Ivy had been using earlier. She pulled it closed in the front and opened the door. "Hey, so this is awkward,” I could hear Vanessa say, but then I was shocked when instead of going outside to talk to her, Erica reached out and pulled her inside the RV. "Fuck, E! You didn't shut the door," I said. "Oh, shit. Sorry!" Erica called, and I only half believed her. There was one long moment of chaos where Vanessa was inside, looking down the length of the RV right at me as I was thrusting away, my nuts slapping against Ivy's cunt as I fucked her ass at speed. "Fuck," I grunted, and I made to pull out. "No, please, merde. Don't stop fucking my ass. Don't stop. Fuck my little ass. Come inside, I need you to come inside. Rempli-moi, mon homme. Mon cher. Fuck, mon amour!" I couldn't stop. I was so fucking close to coming, but I also had to move. So I did the only thing I could do; I wrapped my arms around Ivy's torso, fucked my cock as deep into her ass as I could, and picked her up and lifted her off of the bed. "Fuck, mon amour. I love you fucking my ass. Own my ass, mon amour. Fill me, fuck me," she babbled. I got us out of direct line of sight, pressing Ivy against the wall of the RV just next to the door to the bedroom, and I fumbled with one hand and slammed it shut as I kept thrusting into her. "Fuck. Fuck! I want you, I want it inside. Je veux croquer la pomme. Je suis très mouillée pour toi, mon amour. Fuck me. I love you?" she gasped the last words, like she was unsure, but enlightened by the idea. And then I came, pressing her up against the wood paneling and carpet of the RV walls. I came deep inside her ass, and she leaned back into me as her entire body shook. Her jaw was clenched tight, a small whine coming through almost like one of those dog whistles. "Sorry about that, Vanessa," I heard Erica talking through the walls. "We got a new vaccine partner who moved in with the RV. We were just, um, going through the bonding process." "That is; I mean, I'm sorry?" Vanessa mumbled. "It was obvious what was... happening, but we kind of need to get to work again. I wasn't expecting you to..." "That's totally my fault," Erica said. "I was a little fuck drunk; Harrison is very capable, and our new partner Ivy has a very skilled tongue." ".....Okay," Vanessa exhaled. That was when it felt more like I was holding Ivy up, rather than her standing on her own, and I carefully pulled my cock from her still-clenching butt and scooped her up in my arms. "Imprinting. Imprinting," she was mumbling. "Still fucking creepy," I grumbled, shaking my head as I looked at her in my arms. She was all woman, but like this I couldn't help but feel protective of the young woman who'd been forced into making choices that led her to my bed. The whole experience was amazing, but it was still... ugh. I set Ivy down on the bed and lay the sheet over her, and she curled up around a pillow and continued to mumble. This let me find and pull my shorts back on and exit the room. Erica was sitting on the murphy table, which she'd folded down, and Vanessa was sitting on the L-bench. "Vanessa, I am so sorry you got an eyeful of me like that," I said. "No, it's fine," Vanessa said, raising a hand. "You guys explained some of it last night, and Erica was just telling me again about the whole vaccine process and stuff. I didn't realize that's what this was and you couldn't, ah, interrupt the process." I nodded, and during the following brief conversation I apologized a couple more times. We quickly went through the plan for the day; which included finishing up all the rest of the moving out of the house so that it could be demolished the next morning. "And that's it," Vanessa nodded. "Uh, before I go; could I see her?" "You mean Ivy?" Erica asked. "Yeah," Vanessa said. "I mean, not if she's in a compromising position or whatever. But last night you and Leo talked about the 'imprinting' thing, and I'm probably going to have to do that eventually. I'd like to see it beforehand." I sucked my teeth for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, I think she should be decent." I led Vanessa to the back of the RV and opened the bedroom door. Ivy was still where I'd left her. Vanessa scooted around the outside of the bed, leaning forward and watching Ivy's face as she smiled and mumbled 'Imprinting' over and over. "That's freaky," Vanessa whispered, standing back up and coming out of the room. "But she's also gorgeous." "Just wait until you see her tattoos," Erica said. "She has some really interesting work done." "Yeah?" Vanessa asked. "Cool. I'm looking forward to meeting her." Erica smiled. "So, uh, how long before you need us?" "Like, twenty minutes ago," Vanessa smirked. "No," Erica shook her head. "I mean, how long until you need us." "Oh!" Vanessa said again, her eyes going wide. "Um.. another... fifteen minutes?" Erica smiled and winked. "I'll make it work." Vanessa, blushing, left the RV and shut the door behind her, while Erica turned and dropped the robe, revealing her naked body to me again. "I need you to fuck my orgasm back to life, babe," she said, staring hotly. "Fuck me fast and hard." I pulled her into my arms, laughing along with her as I glanced around the RV, deciding which part of the big luxury vehicle we should christen first. With Ivy safely tucked away in the back of the RV, and Erica and I working the knots out of her system quickly, it really was time to get to work. While Erica and I had been busy, Leo had been equally busy, going to wake up Danielle and show her their new temporary home as well. "Come on, rabbits," Erica called, knocking on the back window of their RV. "You would have been so pissed if he did that to you," I said. Erica laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, so?" "You two have a very different relationship than me and my sister," I said. The curtain on the window pulled aside a little, Leo glancing out and glaring at Erica. "Fuck off," he said, flashing her the finger. "We need to get to work!" Erica called again. Leo looked like he was about to say something snarky, but was pulled away and Danielle was now in the open corner of the window. "Sorry," she said, barely audible through the glass and over the sounds of construction work happening nearby. "I'll make sure we're quick." Her angelic face flashed us both a smile, and then she dropped the curtain. "Did you see what I saw?" Erica asked, turning to me. "You mean her whole naked tit?" I asked. "God damn, it's like that girl was manufactured to be 'Sexiest Woman Alive," Erica chuckled. "I don't know about that," I said, taking her hand and leading her away. "You'd give her a run for her money." "Compliments will serve you well, boyfriend," Erica smiled, squeezing my hand and winking. It turned out that the surveyors didn't need major tours again yet, so I was more free to help with the packing and the moving. Once Leo and Danielle joined us; letting us know the water pressure in the RV showers was pitiful at best; the work went quickly. We moved our clothing and things we knew we'd need sooner than later into the RVs, everything else got moved into the storage containers. A third container was dropped off to help with housing Leo's woodworking equipment, which gave us more space to start organizing things as well. How long did a house take to build? How long until they even started on our houses? These were the sorts of questions we just didn't have answers to, so we had to guess we would probably be in the RVs at least through the fall and winter and into next year. It was around the middle of the afternoon, and I was busy securing my father's old gun safe in the storage container with the woodworking tools, when I heard the telltale sound of another vehicle pulling up the driveway. Not three days ago, that sort of commotion would have had me wondering who it could be, and why they were out here in the middle of nowhere. And that wasn't just because of the pandemic quarantine; it had been that way my whole childhood. There were three kinds of visitors to the Black family ranch; expected, in need, and unwanted. Now I heard vans and trucks moving almost constantly, and there must have been thirty or more people working just within fifty yards and I'd only met half of them. It was strange. "Excuse me, Mr. Black?" A man asked. I turned from the gun safe and found a scraggly-looking kid, maybe all of twenty and looking like he was all bones and unkempt facial hair. He was wearing a reflective construction vest and had a hard hat tucked under one arm. "Just Harrison is fine," I said, shutting the safe and spinning the dial to lock it. "What can I do for you? Is Vanessa looking for me?" "Who? No, I don't think so," the kid said. "I'm with the grading crew working on the highway? There's, uh, some people who showed up demanding to talk to you." I took a breath and nodded. It could have been a couple of different people. "What did they look like?" "Well," he hesitated. "There were two women and three men, and they pulled up in a green pickup truck and a white panel van." "Kid, are they all Natives?" I asked. "Um, yeah," he said, clearly uncomfortable. He'd likely grown up somewhere far from a reservation, and probably in a major city, so his experience was limited to a little bubble. "Alright, I know what this is," I sighed. Part of me considered opening the gun safe back up, but I ended up figuring it would just make things worse. Guns usually did. It was tempting, though. I followed the kid out to the front and waved down Erica and Vanessa as they were talking on the front stoop of the house. "Hey, I need to head down to t

On this Make A Difference Minute, Athens Golden Eagles Head Coach Cody Gross shares a powerful life lesson he learned at just 12 years old while working a construction job with his grandfather. The simple act of cleaning up a job site turned into a core philosophy that now shapes how Coach Gross leads his team and lives his life. This is a reminder for all of us: no matter where you are, always leave it better than you found it. Sponsor: Bankston Motor Homes BankstonMotorHomes.com

Hello to you listening in Tokyo, Japan!Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is Stories From Women Who Walk with 60 Seconds for Story Prompt Friday and your host, Diane Wyzga.My parents were 1st generation Americans. Their parents came from Poland seeking better opportunities. Like so many others, my maternal grandfather had grown up on a farm and sailed to America when he was in his teens.Over the years he forged metal in factories, fabricated refrigerator coils, drove a city bus, and taught himself how to oil paint. I treasure a few pieces of his art work reflecting his love of land.    My grandfather used to say about tomorrow: “I'm like a fellow pushing a wheelbarrow. Why? Everything is still in front of me!”  Even in the most difficult times I repeat his line to find some hope to carry on as he did.Story Prompt: What favorite line do you recall from someone you love? When you repeat it to yourself how does it make you feel? Write that story and tell it out loud!You're always welcome: "Come for the stories - Stay for the magic!" Speaking of magic, I hope you'll subscribe, share a 5-star rating and nice review on your social media or podcast channel of choice, bring your friends and rellies, and join us! You will have wonderful company as we continue to walk our lives together. Be sure to stop by my Quarter Moon Story Arts website, check out the Story Services I offer, arrange a free, no-obligation Discovery Call, and stay current with me as "Wyzga on Words" on Substack.Stories From Women Who Walk Production TeamPodcaster: Diane F Wyzga & Quarter Moon Story ArtsMusic: Mer's Waltz from Crossing the Waters by Steve Schuch & Night Heron MusicALL content and image © 2019 to Present Quarter Moon Story Arts. All rights reserved.

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Why settle for ordinary when you can have extraordinary?   Want to create the perfect moment with your grandfather at your wedding?     This podcast is for engaged couples who are stressed out with wedding planning and family expectations, but want a fun wedding day.   Our latest podcast edition explores "12 Must-Have Songs for a Grandfather-Granddaughter Dance."   Discover timeless classics from Louis Armstrong, Stevie Wonder, and Ray Charles, plus new classics from Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood.   Stress-free Wedding Planning Podcast #158: 12 Must-Have Songs for a Grandfather-Granddaughter Dance Host: Sal & Sam Music: "Sam's Tune" by Rick Anthony   TIMESTAMP 00:00 Introduction to 12 Must-Have Songs for a Grandfather-Granddaughter Dance 01:00 Podcast Overview and Goals 02:15 Prioritizing the Grandfather-Granddaughter Dance 04:45  "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong 05:05 Stevie Wonders, "Isn't She Lovely" 05:45 "You are My Sunshine by Ray Charles 06:15 Natalie Cole Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable" 06:45 Luther Vandross "Dance With My Father" 07:15 The Judds "Grandpa, Tell Me 'Bout The Good Old Days".  08:15 Wedding Tip Wednesday: No Phone Zone 10:00 Recap 10:30 Beatles, with "In My Life" 10:45 Rod Stewart " Forever Young" 11:15 "My Girl" by The Temptations 11:45 Carrie Underwood "The Girl You Think I Am" 12:00 Taylor Swift "Never Grow Up” 12:45 Van Morrison “Have I Told You Lately” 13:00 Full Recap of Grandfather-Granddaughter Dance Songs 14:00 Final Thoughts and Community Engagement 14:30 Closing Remarks and Farewell   Get your FREE no-obligation report TODAY: "8 QUESTIONS YOU MUST ASK A WEDDING PROFESSIONAL BEFORE BOOKING THEM" http://forms.aweber.com/form/55/756659955.htm Music List Giveaway  https://www.afterhourseventsofne.com/guestcontact *** Join us in the Stress-free Wedding Planning Facebook group https://urlgeni.us/facebook/stress-free-wedding-planning Copyright © 2025 Atmosphere Productions LLC All Rights Reserved. Produced by Atmosphere Productions in association with After Hours Events of New England https://atmosphere-productions.com https://www.afterhourseventsofne.com #FamilyTraditions #GrandfatherGranddaughter #WeddingDance #2025Bride #2026Bride #2027Bride #WeddingPlanning #WeddingCeremony #WeddingPreparations #WeddingChecklist #weddingpro #weddingexperts #WeddingInspo #WeddingIdeas #WeddingPhotography #WeddingGoals #WeddingWisdom #WeddingMusic #WeddingTips #DreamWedding #WalkDownTheAisle #StressFreeWedding #StressFreeWeddingPlanning #StressFreeWeddingPlanningPodcast #WeddingPodcast #WeddingTipWednesday #WeddingAdvice #WeddingDay #CTweddingdj #WeddingDJ #AtmosphereProductions #AfterHoursEventsOfNE

In this episode of Your History Your Story, we're joined by Rick Malwitz—author, former journalist and devoted grandfather—as he shares the powerful and deeply moving story of his granddaughter Leah.Shortly before her ninth birthday, Leah suffered a rare spinal cord stroke while playing in her basement. Within just 18 hours, she was rendered a quadriplegic. What followed was an incredibly challenging journey—one marked by uncertainty, fear and heartbreak—but also one filled with faith, love and community.Rick tells how, through prayer, the unwavering support of neighbors and church families and the care of a dedicated medical team, Leah and her family found strength in the storm. Today, Leah is a vibrant and active teenager—a living example of resilience and hope.This episode offers encouragement to anyone facing life's toughest trials and reminds us that even in our darkest moments, we are never truly alone.Music: "With Loved Ones" Jay Man Photo(s): Courtesy of Rick MalwitzThank you for supporting Your History Your Story!YHYS Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CLICK HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ YHYS PayPal: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CLICK HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YHYS: Social Links: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CLICK HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ YHYS: Join our mailing list: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠CLICK HERE⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ YHYS: Website & Blog: ⁠CLICK HERE⁠#yhys #yourhistoryyourstory #history #storytelling #podcast #njpodcast #youhaveastorytoo #jamesgardner #historian #storyteller #blogger To purchase "Little Girl, Get Up": https://a.co/d/fpy7ftDFor more information about Liquid Church: Click Here

In this deeply moving episode, we sit down with Lura Ketchledge, a woman whose Near Death Experience (NDE) as a teenager forever transformed her understanding of life, death, and everything in between. From a tragic horseback riding accident at age 19 to an unforgettable NDE experience, Lura takes us through the moments when her heart stopped, her consciousness left her body, and she journeyed beyond this reality into a place of indescribable peace, love, and clarity.She shares what it felt like to encounter her beloved grandfather on the other side, experience a profound life review, and even glimpse what appeared to be past lives. Lura also explains the lessons she brought back from her Near Death Experience, including the importance of kindness, accountability, and not interfering in another person's destiny.Years later, Lura recounts additional extraordinary moments of spiritual connection, including times when her late loved ones returned to guide her through life-threatening health challenges. Her story is not only about survival, but about awakening to the continuity of existence beyond physical death. _________________Video version of this podcast: https://youtu.be/7ApHsDD0Z3ERoundTripDeath.comDonate to this podcast: https://www.roundtripdeath.com/support/Lura Ketchledge: https://luraketch.com/

It's the end of 1944, and a young Gerald Mauro, while in Germany, writes home to his beloved mom and pop. CREDITS & LINKS MUSIC COURTESY OF:

Check it out before you throw it out with Americash! Brian Hoogeveen, The Cash Man from Americash Jewelry & Coin Buyers, joins Jon Hansen to talk about items that could be worth money. Brian answers questions on autographed portraits, baseball cards, 1920s antiques, grandfather clocks, and more. If you think you have items you'd like to have […]

:36 – NFL Training Camp Hype- Training camp starting, Giants' season 03:12 – Introduction of guest Ed McCaffrey (three-time Super Bowl champ, Giants 1991 draft pick) 06:48 – Ed Becomes a Grandfather (Christian McCaffrey & Olivia Culpo as Parents) Ed talks about becoming a grandfather for the first time: Christian (Ed's son) and Olivia welcomed a baby girl, Colette McCaffrey Ed shares his experience bonding with his granddaughter, reminisces about his own four sons when they were young, and Lisa's (Ed's wife) excitement about having a granddaughter Ed describes the importance and joy of family, Christian's excitement, and support from both families 11:14 – Life as an Elite Athlete and Family Balance 14:04 -Locker Room Stories: Giants Years with LT & Carl Banks. Ed shares stories from his rookie year with the Giants, including holding out and his first day: his locker between Carl Banks and Lawrence Taylor (LT) 19:44 –Giants Release & San Francisco Years Ed recalls emotions after being cut by the Giants, choosing the 49ers, making the team, and the significance of being part of a Super Bowl-winning team Dan Reeves' later compliment about Ed being his “biggest personnel mistake” 27:21 – Career Turning Point & Denver Move Transition to 49ers: learning from Jerry Rice, Deion Sanders; mindset shift that boosted Ed's career Arrival in Denver, John Elway stories, and Super Bowl memories 34:51 – Super Bowl Experiences & Team Dynamics Preparing for and winning the Super Bowl; team culture, “victory formation,” Elway's leadership, and beating Green Bay as underdogs 41:41 – Being a Football Dad: Ed on Christian & Luke in NFL What it's like watching his sons play professionally, memories of young football days, and support for teams his sons play for 46:15 – Coaching Family Connections (Kyle Shanahan & Christian) 50:10 – Cooking Habits & Family Food Traditions 52:56 – 57:16 Chicken Cacciatore Cooking Demo 57:16 – McCaffrey Brands (Mustard, Protein Bites, Horseradish) 59:10 – Giants Camp Preview & Jalin Hyatt Expectations for Giants' season, new energy in the building, Malik Nabers as a receiver. Ed's take on Nabers' talent and what Giants' offense could look like

Bob Papa and Chris Bisignano kick off the Mangia Cast talking Giants football, before welcoming three-time Super Bowl champ Ed McCaffrey. Ed shares stories from his NFL career with the Giants, 49ers, and Broncos, opening up about what it was like to transition between teams and how getting cut by the Giants led him to win multiple rings. He discusses the evolution of wide receiver salaries and the importance of the position in today's league. he guys dive into Ed's life after football, including his family (he's now a proud first-time grandpa!), his sons' careers in the NFL, and the growth of McCaffrey Brands—his line of mustards, sauces, and protein snacks. Ed gives parenting insight on raising elite athletes and talks about his son Christian McCaffrey's balance between football and being a new dad. There's also some food talk: Bob shows how to make chicken cacciatore, Ed's favorite Italian dish, and Ed vows to give the recipe a try. The trio wrap up by previewing the upcoming NFL season, sharing their excitement for Giants training camp, and offering their takes on some young talent to watch, noting a new positive vibe around the Giants this year. 1:36 – NFL Training Camp Hype- Training camp starting, Giants' season 03:12 – Introduction of guest Ed McCaffrey (three-time Super Bowl champ, Giants 1991 draft pick) 06:48 – Ed Becomes a Grandfather (Christian McCaffrey & Olivia Culpo as Parents) Ed talks about becoming a grandfather for the first time: Christian (Ed's son) and Olivia welcomed a baby girl, Colette McCaffrey Ed shares his experience bonding with his granddaughter, reminisces about his own four sons when they were young, and Lisa's (Ed's wife) excitement about having a granddaughter Ed describes the importance and joy of family, Christian's excitement, and support from both families 11:14 – Life as an Elite Athlete and Family Balance 14:04 -Locker Room Stories: Giants Years with LT & Carl Banks. Ed shares stories from his rookie year with the Giants, including holding out and his first day: his locker between Carl Banks and Lawrence Taylor (LT) 19:44 –Giants Release & San Francisco Years Ed recalls emotions after being cut by the Giants, choosing the 49ers, making the team, and the significance of being part of a Super Bowl-winning team Dan Reeves' later compliment about Ed being his “biggest personnel mistake” 27:21 – Career Turning Point & Denver Move Transition to 49ers: learning from Jerry Rice, Deion Sanders; mindset shift that boosted Ed's career Arrival in Denver, John Elway stories, and Super Bowl memories 34:51 – Super Bowl Experiences & Team Dynamics Preparing for and winning the Super Bowl; team culture, “victory formation,” Elway's leadership, and beating Green Bay as underdogs 41:41 – Being a Football Dad: Ed on Christian & Luke in NFL What it's like watching his sons play professionally, memories of young football days, and support for teams his sons play for 46:15 – Coaching Family Connections (Kyle Shanahan & Christian) 50:10 – Cooking Habits & Family Food Traditions 52:56 – 57:16 Chicken Cacciatore Cooking Demo 57:16 – McCaffrey Brands (Mustard, Protein Bites, Horseradish) 59:10 – Giants Camp Preview & Jalin Hyatt Expectations for Giants' season, new energy in the building, Malik Nabers as a receiver. Ed's take on Nabers' talent and what Giants' offense could look like

Today's witnesses are from Matthew West's website, called popwe.org. If you don't know who Matthew West is, he is a singer, songwriter, and storyteller. This website is for the non-profit that he has with his father, a pastor. Matthew and his father encourage people to share their stories. They have various categories of stories. Today, I chose three testimonies from the Healing Category. Often, we can hear our own story in someone else's story. When we listen to others tell their story, it helps us see that we are not alone. When we hear how God worked in their situation, it gives us hope that He will work in ours, too! I pray that when you hear these testimonies, you get the faith and hope to believe that miracles can happen in your situation, too. I pray you know that God is there with you, and if you invite Him into your situation, He can help. I hope you enjoy these testimonies.Christine and Darrell Thank you for your prayers for my bestie, June, who had a four-hour brain surgery on Monday in Omaha, NE. She had no side effects. She came home Thursday afternoon. She has 100 stitches in her head and 20 staples. She is almost 80 years old.The doctors were floored by her fast recovery. I'm not! I thank God so much for popwe and all who prayed for her! She told me she cries often with her thanks to God for all He did for her and is in such gratitude for all who prayed for her. She has such appreciation for all who have shown love, caring, and concern for her.I saw her yesterday, and you would never know she had surgery unless you saw the back of her head. God is still in the miracle business. As Matthew says in his song, Don't Stop Praying, “Mountains move with just a little faith.”We just thank God for giving Juney back to us and for popwe praying!God bless you! My name is Caleb, and I wanted to share my story of healing. In 2017, I had some tests done after I had developed symptoms of lightheadedness, extremely painful headaches and a few other symptoms. One of the tests was a brain scan, where they found an anomaly. My parents and I were kept mostly in the dark with the whole situation. We only found out how serious it was when they rang us and asked for us to send the scans to one of the big hospitals in Sydney, Australia.A few weeks passed with back and forth phone calls and doctors appointments, when we found out what it was. It was a tumor, which the doctors couldn't work out if it was cancer or an abnormal growth of cells. The doctors said that surgery was an option due to the tumor possibly being cancerous. They declared the date for my operation was the 13th of December, 2017. I was 13 at the time, and scared, as I knew the risks and how quickly things could go wrong. While family, friends, and strangers prayed for me and healing, I couldn't work out why God was putting me through this.A week or two before the surgery, my mum had a fight with my nan (her mum), after my nan accused her of having no faith or trust in God. Mum did trust in God and had faith, but she was looking at the other possibility of losing me. I remember turning to mum after my nan left and said ” Yes, we must trust in God for healing, but we also must remember to account for the possibility of me not coming out of the surgery”. I know it's a bit of a grim thought, but I wanted to comfort my mum, just in case.The surgery came and went. I woke up a bit groggy the first day, but by the second, I wanted to get up and run around, go outside and try new things. But the tubes and cables attached to me stopped me. My parents bought me a Lego Technic set to build while I recovered, which was meant to last more than a day, if I rested (which I did not, despite multiple nurses and doctors asking me to). When the day finally came when the results of the tumor came back, we were relieved that it wasn't cancer. The same day the doctor came for the results, he also checked the stitching on where they operated and was astonished to find it had healed faster than he had ever seen. We were given the all clear to go home a few days later.Later that year, I developed symptoms of migraines and epilepsy, which were confirmed. It was hard with new restrictions on what I was allowed to do. I was banned from getting a license to drive, I was banned from rifle shooting with my Grandfather and wasn't to be left alone. I became very depressed, I became angry with God and blamed Him for my misfortune. I turned from God. To be honest, I believe that was the worst thing I did. My life became even darker without His light to guide me. Eventually I had thoughts of ending my own life. I went to see a counselor, but it didn't make a difference.One morning I woke up, in the middle of the first COVID lockdown, extremely depressed and went to attempt to end my life, when something stopped me. It felt like a presence, and like a voice telling me to stop. I felt like I could see again and I realized what I nearly did. I eventually worked through it, opening up more to my family about how I felt. I now pray to God, read the Bible and watch movies about God's miracles. More healing from God came after developing a relationship with Him. I was cleared to drive, and am able to help others in ways I wouldn't have, especially without this experience. During my depression, God showed me a way to create with my hands. He gave me the skills of woodworking. Every time I work with wood, I feel God giving me the wisdom and strength to help create something amazing. I have learnt a few lessons from my past- the biggest is taking one day at a time and trusting God. And I thank God for leading me to music when I needed it the most, especially Matthew West's music and Casting Crowns. Thank you for the music.Savannah: This story isn't about me, but my brother. It was August of 2020 when he was admitted to the hospital with COVID. We were told right from the beginning that it didn't look good. What followed was a long battle for his life. He needed a form of life support that had extremely limited availability. He needed so much blood. His wife and children couldn't come to see him. At one point, his heart stopped for 8.5 minutes. The only thing we could do was pray. It was nearly spring when he finally went home to his family. He's alive, and nobody can deny that a miracle has taken place. We prayed without ceasing, and God has answered our prayers.Thank you all for sharing your stories with us! It is not always easy to be vulnerable and share your story, and yet when you do, it helps so many other people. May God bless you and keep you and your loved ones healthy. www.findingtruenorthcoaching.comCLICK HERE TO DONATECLICK HERE to sign up for Mentoring CLICK HERE to sign up for Daily "Word from the Lord" emailsCLICK HERE to sign up for my newsletter & receive a free audio training about inviting Jesus into your daily lifeCLICK HERE to buy my book Total Trust in God's Safe Embrace

In this heartfelt episode of Radio Medium Laura Lee, psychic medium Laura connects Amanda with her late grandfather's spirit. From fishing memories to subtle signs from beyond, Amanda hears messages of love, protection, and encouragement to face her fears—especially around taking her son fishing in Florida. Discover how water serves as a conduit to the spirit world and how spirit family members stay close in everyday life. Whether you're grieving, seeking a sign, or curious about life after death, this reading offers hope, healing, and inspiration.

From Blue Fishing to Going for Stupid: The Steve Sims StoryIn this episode of the Roots to Riches podcast, we delve into the life and legacy of the incredible Steve Sims. I'm your host, Justin Benton, and today we reflect on the profound impact Steve had on so many lives. Known for his book "Blue Fishing" and his unique ability to connect people, Steve was a mentor and a friend who recently passed away after battling cancer.We revisit an interview with Steve, where he shared his journey from a bricklayer in London to becoming a super-connector for some of the world's most influential people, including Elon Musk and Elton John. Steve's insights into human interaction, his philosophy on life, and his relentless pursuit of success are truly inspiring.Steve also discussed his latest book, "Go For Stupid," which challenges the current societal norms of tearing each other down and instead promotes a culture of support and encouragement. He shared stories about his experiences with high-profile individuals and his thoughts on the importance of having meaningful conversations, even with controversial figures like Hitler and Putin.Throughout the episode, we also touch on Steve's passion for motorcycles and his unique approach to life, emphasizing the importance of understanding one's own value and leveraging it to create impactful connections.Join us as we honor Steve Sims, a legend who wore his heart on his sleeve and never pulled a punch. Rest in peace, brother.ASK THIS EPISODE ANYTHINGTIME STAMPS00:00:10 - 00:00:41: Introduction and Social Commentary00:00:41 - 00:01:02: Welcome to Roots to Riches00:01:03 - 00:01:13: Episode Overview00:01:13 - 00:01:55: Tribute to Steve Sims00:01:55 - 00:02:07: Steve Sims' Legacy00:02:07 - 00:02:50: Interview Introduction00:02:50 - 00:03:11: Steve Sims' Background00:03:11 - 00:03:53: Steve Sims' Books00:03:53 - 00:04:45: Steve Sims' Philosophy00:04:45 - 00:05:06: Impact and Respect00:05:06 - 00:05:31: Steve Sims' Approach to Life00:05:31 - 00:06:12: Recording an Audiobook00:06:12 - 00:07:04: Steve Sims' Career Journey00:07:04 - 00:08:12: From Building Sites to Nightclubs00:08:12 - 00:09:17: Learning from the Door00:09:17 - 00:10:12: Pivotal Moments00:10:12 - 00:11:05: Grandfather's Advice00:11:05 - 00:12:07: Leaving the Building Site00:12:07 - 00:13:00: Becoming a Doorman00:13:00 - 00:14:04: Observing Human Interaction00:14:04 - 00:14:53: Controlling the Front Door00:14:53 - 00:15:14: Creating Great Events00:15:14 - 00:16:06: Reason for Writing the Book00:16:06 - 00:17:09: Elon Musk's Cybertruck00:17:09 - 00:18:09: Society's Reaction to Innovation00:18:09 - 00:19:09: Jeering vs. Applauding00:19:09 - 00:20:08: Stories in the Book00:20:08 - 00:21:22: Connecting with Elon Musk00:21:22 - 00:22:38: Motorcycle Enthusiasm00:22:38 - 00:23:00: Different Experiences with Bikes00:23:00 - 00:24:05: Advice for New Entrepreneurs00:24:05 - 00:25:19: Defining Success00:25:19 - 00:26:12: Return on Effort and Energy00:26:12 - 00:27:02: Finding Your Unicorn00:27:02 - 00:28:10: Dream Connections00:28:10 - 00:29:00: Final Thoughts and Farewell Thank you for tuning in to the Miracle Plant Podcast. Remember, our mission is to heal the world with the power of this miracle plant. Join us next time for more inspiring stories and insights into the world of cannabis. Produced by PodConx 101cbd - https://101cbd.org/Email Justin Benton - jbenton@101cbd.orgGet a free consultation - askjanet.orgKaneh Bosm Connection - https://youtube.com/@kanehbosmconnection

Mason and Ireland tip off the show with an update on their private podcast party this month! Mychal Thompson and Pepe Mantilla join the guys for today's show! Take a listen to what Deandre Ayton had to say about Mychal Thompson paving the way for Bahamian basketball players! Wheel of Questions! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Leaders and survivors mark six months since January's deadly wildfires. For many survivors, big challenges still remain. A grandfather is detained at the car wash where he had worked for decades. Crystal Cave reopens. Plus, more.Support The L.A. Report by donating at LAist.com/join and by visiting https://laist.comVisit www.preppi.com/LAist to receive a FREE Preppi Emergency Kit (with any purchase over $100) and be prepared for the next wildfire, earthquake or emergency! Support the show: https://laist.com

How a Grandfather's Wisdom Became a Gift for GenerationsNext up on Grief and Rebirth, Andrew Hall shares the inspiring story behind the creation of 'No Story Lost.' Motivated by his and his cousin, Jeremy Bryant's desire to preserve their grandfather's precious stories, they transformed cherished family narratives into beautifully crafted coffee table books. Join us in the next episode to hear how this service helps families find comfort, connection, and healing through the preservation of treasured memories.---✨ Grief & Rebirth: Healing Resources & Tools ✨

Finishing the Conversation with Anthony Sain; The Rundown: Draft Grades, Javon Small's Grandfather, Dain Dainja, Masai Ujiri; Too Early Look at the 2026 NBA Draft

Jason looks ahead to the Stephen Foster at Churchill Downs on Saturday and welcomes in trainer Nolan Ramsey to talk about his career, his Grandfather's influence, and much more! 

#WeirdDarknessRadio WEEK OF JUNE 22, 2025 = At the isolated crossing of Rideau Ferry in the 1800s, travelers who arrived after dark at Mr. Oliver's house were promised safe passage come morning — but many were never seen alive again, and when his buildings were finally torn down decades later, the horrifying truth of what happened to those missing souls was supposedly revealed beneath the floorboards.==========HOUR ONE: A 178-year-old mystery comes to the surface in a Philadelphia suburb. (Grandfather's Ghost Story Leads to Mass Grave) *** Recently a wrecking crew began tearing down and old building in Rhode Island. But the big burly men on the crew got so frightened they refused to continue the work. Does reconstruction of a home or building anger the souls who once lived there? (Does Remodeling Your Home Disturb The Spirits Who Died There?) *** The way life has grown on our planet requires that all living things feed off each other and must kill others in order to survive.  That's the way of the world if you want to live for any more than a few days. But some people are now claiming they can live without food at all… indefinitely. (Life Without Food) *** Three men were in a shed selling gardening supplies when some strange powder suddenly hit the ceiling. Before they had time to react, a small jug on a shelf abruptly flew across the room. One man picked up the jug and placed it a covered box. Instantly, the jug was...somehow...back on the floor. And that was just the beginning of the strange haunting of a community's garden shed. (The Poltergeist In The Allotment Shed) *** In the movie Salt, Angelina Jolie plays a double-agent who is mind-controlled by scary remnants of the USSR secret service. And in real life, the 1940s bombshell Candy Jones was apparently brainwashed with drugs and used as a CIA covert operative.  (The Supermodel Who Was Brainwashed Into Becoming a Spy) *** No one knows exactly when she was born. Some think, maybe, she was a gypsy. Others say she was the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. The life of Elizabeth Barnes is a mysterious one, filled with many loves, losses, and prognostications. (The Witch of Plum Hollow) *** Some travelers, arriving late at night to board Oliver's Ferry the next day, stayed at Oliver's house. But they were never seen making the ferry crossing the next morning. Is it possible that the rumors are true – that they never left the house alive? (The Frights of Oliver's Ferry)==========HOUR TWO: An eerie tombstone stands watch over one of Portland Oregon's oldest cemeteries. And the story behind that tombstone is a strange one. (The Guardians of Lone Fir Cemetery) *** Don't take a gift from Little Gracie's grave... or her life-like statue might cry tears of blood. (The Ghost of Gracie Watson) *** When it came to her daughter's Elsa doll, one mom was eager and ready to “Let It Go”. But the doll supernaturally refused to be let go! (Haunted Elsa Doll) *** An ancient stone cross is said by locals to be cursed, and the curse infects anyone who dares to disrespect it. (Curse of the Saxon Stone Cross) *** Christopher Slaughterford was seemingly a completely ordinary young Englishman – but he has earned an unenviable place in the legal books. (T
he Trials of Christopher Slaughterford) *** Two authors reported a very strange encounter with a mysterious entity they believed was not of this world. What did they see and why were they under the impression this being was not of this world? (An Author's Encounter With A Not-Of-This-World Entity)==========SUDDEN DEATH OVERTIME: For Allen Taylor, January 15, 1919 was just another day on his farm near Prescott, Iowa. That is, until his 15-year-old neighbor Irene Hoskins came stumbling down the lane with a gash in the side of her head.  (The Hoskins Family Murders) *** How did someone get the job of an executioner in medieval times? We'll find out! (To Become An Executioner) ==========SOURCES AND REFERENCES FROM TONIGHT'S SHOW:“Schoolhouse Demon Attack” from Paranormality Magazine“Grandfather's Ghost Story Leads to Mass Grave” by Meghan Rafferty for CNN: https://tinyurl.com/ravfceh“Does Remodeling Your Home Disturb The Spirits Who Died There?” by Kelly Roncace for NJ.com: https://tinyurl.com/sn7vpsg“Life Without Food” by Michael Grosso for Consciousness Abound: https://tinyurl.com/r38yxh6“The Poltergeist In The Allotment Shed” from Strange Company: https://tinyurl.com/vzlgcj9“The Supermodel Who Was Brainwashed Into Becoming a Spy” by Annalee Newitz for Gizmodo: https://tinyurl.com/sgh73da“The Witch of Plum Hollow” by James Morgan for North Country Public Radio: https://tinyurl.com/u3x3sxu“The Frights of Oliver's Ferry” by Ken Watson for Rideau-Info: https://tinyurl.com/vj96awj==========(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for material I use whenever possible. If I have overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it immediately. Some links may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)=========="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46==========WeirdDarkness®, WeirdDarkness© 2025==========To become a Weird Darkness Radio Show affiliate, contact Radio America at affiliates@radioamerica.com, or call 800-807-4703 (press 2 or dial ext 250).https://weirddarkness.com/WDR20250622

Started the week with the latest updates in the Iran-Israel war, and then talked about the terrible plane crash in India with a lone survivor. Plus, S. Korea warms towards N. Korea, Austria school shooting, Los Angeles immigration riots, Sierra Leone monkeypox outbreak, and a guy in New Zealand swept up in a child porn case videoed himself committing incest with his 80 year old grandfather. Music: The Beach Boys/"Sloop John B"

Have you ever felt a connection to someone you've never met? In this haunting episode, a storyteller recalls growing up feeling inexplicably close to their late grandfather—someone they never had the chance to meet in life. At first, the experiences were subtle—comforting feelings, an occasional shadow in their peripheral vision, a presence they felt watching over them. But as they got older, those feelings shifted from comforting to unnerving. The shadows became clearer, more pronounced, and soon the presence wasn't just watching, it was interacting. Can a family member's spirit become much darker, or is another entity masquerading as a loved one?

Have you ever felt a connection to someone you've never met? In this haunting episode, a storyteller recalls growing up feeling inexplicably close to their late grandfather—someone they never had the chance to meet in life. At first, the experiences were subtle—comforting feelings, an occasional shadow in their peripheral vision, a presence they felt watching over them. But as they got older, those feelings shifted from comforting to unnerving. The shadows became clearer, more pronounced, and soon the presence wasn't just watching, it was interacting. Can a family member's spirit become much darker, or is another entity masquerading as a loved one?

When consumers can get AI-generated designs completely customized to their needs, what does this mean for the future of brands and the customer experience? I have two guests on my show today: one is the founder of one of the world's most iconic shoe brands, and the other is the co-creator of the first AI-designed commercial shoe. Today we're going to talk about what it takes to innovate and grow a brand and how things are both similar—and different since Reebok launched its brand in 1960, and now Syntilay brings a whole new era of AI-based design to the market. To help me discuss this topic, I'd like to welcome Joe Foster, the founder of Reebok and Ben Weiss, the CEO of Syntilay. About Joe FosterJoe founded Reebok in 1958 with his late brother Jeff, following their family heritage back to 1895. Joe's Grandfather, also Joseph W Foster, pioneered the spiked running shoe and famously made shoes for the Worlds best athletes of the early 20th century, with World records and Olympics Gold Medals.Wearing (pumps) made by J W Foster & Sons Ltd, Harold Abrahams and Eric Liddell won Olympic Gold Medals in the 1928 Paris Olympics and were immortalised in the film ‘Chariots of Fire'.With Reebok they followed in his footsteps, with Olympic, Commonwealth and European medals and World record breaking performances, represented now by the range of Reebok Classics. About Ben WeissBen is building the future of sneakers, shoes designed with Artificial Intelligence that are entirely 3D printed, accompanied by an excellent team and set of advisors including the legendary Reebok Founder, Joe Foster, original Shark Tank Shark, Kevin Harrington, and others. He hosts the business podcast, LegendsNLeaders, which breaks down the steps it truly takes to become successful and have a positive impact in the world. The podcast has featured outstanding guests like Kevin O'Leary, Shark Tank Shark, Howie Mandel, Steve Madden, Miss Universe, R'Bonney Nola, and has been viewed in the millions. RESOURCES Syntilay: https://www.syntilay.com/ https://www.syntilay.com/ The Agile Brand podcast is brought to you by TEKsystems. Learn more here: https://www.teksystems.com/versionnextnow Catch the future of e-commerce at eTail Boston, August 11-14, 2025. Register now: https://bit.ly/etailboston and use code PARTNER20 for 20% off for retailers and brandsOnline Scrum Master Summit is happening June 17-19. This 3-day virtual event is open for registration. Visit www.osms25.com and get a 25% discount off Premium All-Access Passes with the code osms25agilebrandDon't Miss MAICON 2025, October 14-16 in Cleveland - the event bringing together the brights minds and leading voices in AI. Use Code AGILE150 for $150 off registration. Go here to register: https://bit.ly/agile150Shoe Maker by Joe Foster: https://www.jwfosterheritage.com/shop-online/p/ohi30b1x63ghyj2him04suqx1ju4z5 Connect with Greg on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/gregkihlstromDon't miss a thing: get the latest episodes, sign up for our newsletter and more: https://www.theagilebrand.showCheck out The Agile Brand Guide website with articles, insights, and Martechipedia, the wiki for marketing technology: https://www.agilebrandguide.com The Agile Brand is produced by Missing Link—a Latina-owned strategy-driven, creatively fueled production co-op. From ideation to creation, they craft human connections through intelligent, engaging and informative content. https://www.missinglink.company