Podcasts about pappa

This is a beautifully curated, 27-track playlist showcasing a sophisticated blend of spiritual jazz, global grooves, broken beat, neo-soul, and elegant bossa nova. It moves seamlessly from deep Afro-fusion and vintage jazz protest suites to modern electronic-infused jazz remixes.Aja & ClaireOua - Anou Diarra - MakideCaptain Yossarian - Water No Get Enemy ft Jan Weissenfeldt [Agogo Records]Your Brother's Keeper & Gary Bartz - Ground Loop [Brownswood Recordings]Ori Kaplan & Lihu Melamed - Amber  (feat. Itamar Ziegler)Max Roach Ft Abbey Lincoln -  Freedom Now Suite (1961) Mark Murphy - Why and How Hannibal - Mothers Land.Richard Spaven -  Let Me Say It For You.Scrimshire - With Our Eternal Hope And Joy (Single Edit)Divorce From New York - Soul ControlArms and Sleepers -  EstrellaBobbi Humphrey - The Trip  Nick Marks Ft The Untold Orchestra - Champagne FlowersDe-Phazz & Ella Fitzgerald - This Girl's in Love with You (belooped RMX) [MPS]Lucy Lune Gillespie & Pappa,- Mind & SoulOkonski Rachel Kitchlew - AxesChristian Prommer - TryinÔÇÖ Times (feat. Justine Hoerwarth) Matekita - Electronic Incantation.(Radio Edit) [Compost Records]Brian Jackson - Beautiful Dame (feat. Raquel Ra Brown)Miles Davies & Robert Glasper -  Maiysha (So Long) [feat. Erykah Badu)The Blackbyrds -Dreaming About You (Case's Edit)The Blackbyrds - Mysterious VibesJoyce Moreno & Tutty Moreno - Is This LoveS-Tone Inc. & Toco - Dona DivaDe-Phazz & Oscar Peterson - Wave (belooped RMX) Antonio Adolfo - CascavelThe Jones girls -At Peace With Woman 

Det var nästan precis ett år sedan min pappa gick bort. I det här avsnittet pratar jag om hur det har varit sedan han fick ett dödsbesked, hur våran relation blev djupare under sjukdomen och hur jobbigt det var precis när han hade gått bort. Jag hoppas att det här avsnittet kan hjälpa någon som är i en liknade situationen som jag befann mig i. Om du vill dela din upplevelse eller dina tankar så hör gärna av dig på sociala medier. @Kimschoultz

Aminah Ådin var tio år när hennes liv bokstavligen förändrades över en natt. Då mördades Aminahs mamma. Och snart förstod hon att hennes pappa var mördaren. Nu, drygt 40 år senare, berättar hon sin historia om flickan som blev kvar.Den här berättelsen handlar till största delen om det som hände efter den dramatiska natten. Aminah lärde sig snabbt att många i vuxenvärlden inte gick att lita på och att hon fick bära sina känslor själv. Känslor som ofta stavades skam, trots att hon inte på något sätt kunde lastas för det som hänt.Hon fick exempelvis ingen professionell hjälp när hon träffade fadern i fängelset strax efter dådet och ingen skyddade henne från övergreppen i familjehemmet. Aminah fick helt enkelt klara sig själv och bli vuxen väldigt snabbt.Men det är också en historia om hur Aminah själv och med hjälp av andra tog sig ur sin absolut svåraste period. Att trots all smärta känna tacksamhet för det mörka för att kunna se det ljusa i livet har varit en viktig erfarenhet. Idag kan hon njuta av vårens ljus, uppskatta det goda hos människor och orka berätta sin historia för andra. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Kvällen den 1 november 2025 larmar den 87-årige änkemannen Arne trygghetscentralen i Jönköping. Han säger att två kvinnor misshandlat och försökt kväva honom hemma i radhuset. De två kvinnorna han pekar ut är i 60-årsåldern och hans egna döttrar.Programledare: Kim MalmgrenProducent: Arvid HallbergAnsvarig utgivare: Klas Granström, Expressen AB

Torjus er i skuespiller-krig på fjellet. Vi får besøk av iskrem-ekspert, Terje «Diplom» Svendsen og Jørgen presenterer 10 tips du må huske på under jordskjelv. tavarepågutta.no Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Dette er historien Pippi Langstrømpes far. Fortællingen om Pippi Langstrømpes far er nemlig inspireret af historien om den svenske sømand Carl Emil Pettersson, der forliste med sit skib og blev konge af en Stillehavsø. I Astrids Lindgrens berømte historie hedder den Kurrekurredut Øen. Pettersson strandede på Taber Island ud for Papua Ny Guinea, hvor han mirakuløs undgik at drukne, skyllede i land på stranden og snart var ved at ryge i gryden hos de lokale kannibaler. Virkelighedens Pippi dukker også op i dagens episode, og hun har selvfølgelig en abe som kæledyr. Medvirkende: Thomas Veber, langturssejler med mange lange togter bag sig, forfatter, forlagschef på Ocean Dream og podcastvært på “Eventyrsejlerne”. Thomas har Pippis far som sit store forbillede.

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Sofie växer upp i ett välordnat hus på västkusten, nära sin mamma och med en oro som aldrig riktigt lämnar henne. När familjen samlas under påsken 2021 ska allt bli som vanligt. Men nästa morgon går ett larm till en granne i området. Ett program av Caroline Mathiasen Ljudmix: Gustav Sondén Kontakt: hello.support@dokland.se Instagram: @dokland @enmorkhistoria Facebook: Dokland För att få exklusiv tillgång till den här serien och alla avsnitt av En mörk historia - prenumerera på Dokland+ eller Podme. Det gör du på dokland.se eller podme.com! Som betalande prenumerant får du exklusiv tillgång till den här serien och alla avsnitt av En mörk historia. Det här är en produktion från Dokland.

I detta avsnitt möter vi skådespelaren Johan Rabaeus i ett öppet och berörande samtal om livet – både på och utanför scenen.Han tar oss tillbaka till en uppväxt präglad av en komplicerad relation till sin pappa, en stark och krävande diplomat med tydliga förväntningar. När Johan valde att gå sin egen väg, bort från Handelshögskolan och rakt in i teaterns osäkra värld, bröts kontakten i många år. Samtalet rör sig också kring en av de mest omskakande händelserna i hans liv – förlusten av hans lillasyster i en tragisk olycka, ett trauma som kom att påverka hela familjen på djupet.Vi pratar även om psykisk ohälsa, där Johan öppnar upp om sin kamp mot ångest, depression och en stark underliggande ilska från barndomen. Men istället för att låta mörkret ta över har han lärt sig att vända det till en kraft – en motor som drivit honom framåt, både som människa och i sitt konstnärskap.Vi får också höra färgstarka berättelser från hans liv: det kaotiska första mötet med Ernst-Hugo Järegård, hur han blev lurad på stora summor pengar, och den tidiga fascinationen för Elvis Presley som tände en gnista inom honom.Det här är ett starkt, ärligt och inspirerande avsnitt om att våga gå sin egen väg, lyssna inåt – och hitta styrkan i det som skaver.Följ Johan härBoka biljett till Dramaten härLäs mer om Framgångsakademin här.Ta del av Framgångsakademins kurser.Beställ "Mitt Framgångsår".Följ Alexander Pärleros på Instagram.Följ Alexander Pärleros på Tiktok.Bästa tipsen från avsnittet i Nyhetsbrevet.I samarbete med Convendum.Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Dikten och plöjandet har anrika sammanbundna rötter. Sanna Samuelsson reflekterar över fäder, billar och oändligt vackra jordkockor. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna.Det är en särskild tid som är plogens tid. Det är när tjälen lyft från marken och det bär. Är det för blött håller jorden inte för traktorns tyngd. Är det för sent – då är det för sent, då blir skörden försenad.Är det dags? Det är en uråldrig fråga. Som Vergilius skrev runt tiden för Jesus födelse: ”Just när våren föds, när isen på silvriga höjder / löses och frusen jord för västanvindarna tinar, /då framför plogen, nedsänkt djupt i myllan, / må oxen börja sin suckan och nött av fåror billjärnet blänka.”Det var skimrande vårdagar i mars eller april när pappa körde fram plogen från logen. Så minns jag honom, mekande på ladugårdsplan och sen ut på gärdet. Ingen tid att förlora. Plogens skarpa billar skar ett snitt i den sömniga jorden. Nacken vriden så man ser bakåt. Pappa i traktorn, billen i jorden. Maskarna som myllrade och skrek i fårorna. Måsarna som hetsade ovanför och festade på det som kom upp.Pappa berättade om ett tidigt minne. Han var med sin pappa nere på ett av torpets gärden och gick bredvid. Farfar körde med hästar då, detta var på 1950-talet, innan de köpt sig en traktor. Hästarna gick i tvåspann och farfar med plogen efter.Efter ett tag ville pappa gå hem, men farfar behövde plöja färdigt. Pappa fick gå hem ensam. En bit fram fick han syn på en skepnad, en mörk sten, som skrämde honom. ”Det är blåharen”, skrek han. Han sprang tillbaka till den plöjande figuren, papparyggen och plogfårornas symmetri.Skogen är skräcken och det plöjda fältet är människans domäner, fädernas. Pappan bakom plogen är ett bekant motiv inom poesin, från Joseph Campbells arkaiska fader på de gröna fälten vid havet till Seamus Heaneys dikt ”Efterföljare”. Pappans axlar som segel som spänner, expertögat och den smackande munnen som är hästarnas regel.I Tommy Olofssons översättning: ”Jag ville vara stor och kunna plöja / syfta med ögat, äga kraft i min arm. / Det enda jag gjorde var att följa / hans breda skugga runt vår farm. / Jag var i vägen, snubblade och ramlade, / bjäbbig hela tiden. Men nu för tiden / är det i stället min far som halkar efter / bakom mig, släntrande längs liden.”Den som försökt gräva i marken med en pinne känner till svårigheten i att punktera jordytan. Man kommer inte långt. Men så började de första bönderna, med såpinnar som blev till årder, som fick en järnbill och blev till en plog. Det är en av de uppfinningar som radikalt transformerat mänskligheten. I längden har det också lett till att stora arealer odlats upp och flora och fauna utplånats för ett mer monokulturellt landskap.Första gången plogen nämns i svenska källor är i den Yngre västgötalagen från 1200-talet, då en konflikt uppstått när grannar vänt in jord från andras tegar in på den egna tegen, när de vänt med plogen. Med ett årder uppstår inte det problemet, och det fortsatte att användas i mer avlägsna delar av landet ända in på 1800-talet.Plöjande är ett slags grävande som syftar snett nedåt, för att få bar jord för fröet att gro i. Men det är lika mycket en metod för att röra runt i jorden, som lätt sätter sig, särskilt när tunga maskiner kör på fälten. Plöjningen är också en metafor för poesin. Som Gunnar D Hansson påpekar i essäboken ”Var slutar texten?” bildas ordet ”vers” av latinets ”verto”, vända, i bemärkelsen att plöja. Åtminstone gjorde man den kopplingen redan i antiken. Versrader är alltså plogfåror i skrift, ”en sedd och avläsbar gest, en fysisk rörelse.”Under Vergilius tid var poesins betydelse otvetydig, i samtiden tvivlar man på dess relevans. Detsamma gäller plöjningen. Plogen har blivit lika omodern som dikten.Plöjningsfritt jordbruk har nämligen blivit melodin på mångas läppar i dag. I det regenerativa jordbruket ses plöjning som ett invasivt intrång i jordkulturen. Det stör jordlagren och gör att den odlingsbara jorden eroderas och försvinner. Djupplöjning är lika illa som besprutning och konstgödsel, och är en del av det problematiska industriella jordbruket. Det ersätts i det regenerativa jordbruket med en lättare harvning som mer skonsamt luckrar upp jordsvålen.Denna diskurs är långt ifrån Vergilius stjärnögda verser om underverket som var den billade plogen. Plöjningen är uråldrig, samtidigt har det alltid varit en invasiv praktik. I bevarade landskap i England kan man fortfarande med blotta ögat se djupa fåror efter medeltida plöjningsmetoder.Men det var framförallt efter den så kallat ”gröna revolutionen” på 1950-talet, när jordbruket blev mer högproduktivt, som plogarna har skurit allt djupare ner i matjorden. Effektiviteten blir ett problem när matjorden, som är det övre lagret, har börjat försvinna. Man kommer helt enkelt för långt ner, och jorden svarar med att bara blåsa någon annanstans.Trots allt detta kan man hävda att det finns en skönhet i den nyplöjda åkern. Gerard Nordström visar bland annat i sin monumentala målning ”Höstplöjning” en annan sida. Där sträcker sig fårorna till horisonten, tycks aldrig ta slut. Den skånska konstnären är annars mest känd för sina gröna landskap, särskilt de som målades med antikrigsbudskap under Vietnam-kriget. I plöjningsmotivet finns en helt annan palett. Det är den brun-röd-lila-ockra-skimrande jorden som snett brer ut sig över landskapet.I en intervju berättade Nordström om barndomens promenader på den skånska slätten när det var nyplöjt. Framför allt var det höstplöjningen som var fantastisk. ”De stora jordkokorna som hade vänts upp och ner, och eftersom jorden var så lerig så blev det en klar vacker dag som speglar som glittrade, det var otroligt. Mor och jag kallade det för jordhavet.” Jämförelsen mellan plogen och poesin är en tankelek, poesin är äldre och kommer överleva oss alla. De sista människornas sånger kommer höras över fälten där maskinerna står övergivna och rostar. Men de har båda varit människans följeslagare genom årtusenden, och har setts som exempel på högkultur.När fäderna och plogarna dyker upp i dikten är det ofta som en symbol för traditionen. Poeten är sällan den som plöjer själv, generationernas kunskaper har redan gått förlorad när versen skrivs. Inga hästar går längre på fälten och drar järnredskapen bakom sig, det finns ingen pappa att springa tillbaka till.Skönheten i ett välplöjt fält en höstmorgon kräver ett tränat öga, som förstår arbetet som ligger bakom. Eller kanske är miraklet bara de färgskiftningar som uppstår och hur det kan instruera en dikt eller en målning.Plogens tid må vara på väg att ta slut när matjorden och hållbarheten behöver värnas men de dikter som sjunger plogens lov finns kvar. Och där finns också minnet av våra, möjligen, naiva drömmar om de eviga tekniska framstegen.Sanna Samuelssonkritiker och författareLitteraturVergilius: Georgica. Översättare: Ingvar Björkeson. Natur & Kultur, 2019. Heaney, Seamus: Hundra dikter. Översättning: Tommy Olofsson. Natur & Kultur, 2022.Hansson, Gunnar D: Var slutar texten? – tre essäer, ett brev, sex nedslag i 1800-talet. Ideella föreningen Autor, 2011.

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Jak se zrodí úspěšné IPO na pražské burze a proč některé tituly po prvotním nadšení ztrácejí dech? Do nového dílu podcastu Money Penny si Martin s Tomášem přizvali poradce burzovních emisí Františka Bostla a Přemysla Pappa ze skupiny Starteepo. V rozhovoru se zaměřili na zákulisí trhu START a otevřeně popsali modus operandi celého procesu, od krocení přehnaných očekávání majitelů až po nutnost mít ve firmě kompetentního finančního ředitele. Došlo i na analýzu konkrétních titulů v čele s Karo Leather, jejíž hodnota od vstupu na burzu vzrostla téměř desetinásobně. Podíl si v ní koupila i skupina Goldman Sachs. Celý podcast a další díly najdete na https://herohero.co/moneypenny nebo https://moneypenny.opinio.cz/.

Jak se zrodí úspěšné IPO na pražské burze a proč některé tituly po prvotním nadšení ztrácejí dech? Do nového dílu podcastu Money Penny si Martin s Tomášem přizvali poradce burzovních emisí Františka Bostla a Přemysla Pappa ze skupiny Starteepo. V rozhovoru se zaměřili na zákulisí trhu START a otevřeně popsali modus operandi celého procesu, od krocení přehnaných očekávání majitelů až po nutnost mít ve firmě kompetentního finančního ředitele. Došlo i na analýzu konkrétních titulů v čele s Karo Leather, jejíž hodnota od vstupu na burzu vzrostla téměř desetinásobně. Podíl si v ní koupila i skupina Goldman Sachs.Celý podcast a další díly najdete na https://herohero.co/moneypenny nebo https://moneypenny.opinio.cz/. 

Avsnitt nummer 481 av Arsenal Göteborg Podcast! Tobbe har, som vi tidigare redovisat fått förhinder till detta avsnitt, men misströsta ej för Filip har med sig Tobbes motsvarighet från Arsenal Malmös Podcast; Nassim Sellam. De två lär känna Nassim ur ett Arsenal-perspektiv och de snackar historia och favoritspelare. Därefter snackas det om senaste matcherna, två stycken 2-0 vinster, både mot Everton och mot Bayer Leverkusen. Det pratas om kombinationer på planen och spelarna emellan. Det snackas om lugn och om Ezes DRÖMMÅL!! Det snackas dessutom om statistik och “det typiska Declan Rice-målet”. Det snackas om Raya, Gyökeres & Nassim tar ut topp3! Sedan så avslutas avsnittet med att prata om kommande Caraboa Cup-final, Arsenal-Man City! Detta och mycket mer i detta avsnitt! 

Samtidigt som Malin får sitt första barn begår hennes pappa självmord. Länge tog hon på sig skulden. Det visar sig att hon inte är ensam. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Manus, klippning och ljudläggning: Amanda SandvikReporter: Simon SarneckiProducent: Gustav AsplundSlutmix: Astrid AnkarcronaVerkligheten görs av produktionsbolaget Filt.

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Wikblads personliga dejtingreflektion, körvarna/kvinnornas dag och kan dragspel bli sexigt? Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Hela veckans Morgonpasset i P3 hör du i Sveriges Radios app.David Druids möte med Pappa Pelle på körvarnas egna dag! Vi pratar om den lite uttjatade par-dynamiken där den ena partnern ska bromsa den andra. Vad hände med Sveriges stolta dragspelstradition och kan vi göra dragspelet sexigt igen? Dragspelaren Amanda Sköld testar! Paradise Hotel-ikonen Robin "Mos" Andersson avslöjar allt om hans lite märkliga comeback i Paradise Hotel. Hela Sverige blundar med Morgonpasset! Putins harkelhälsning till alla kvinnor på internationella kvinnodagen. Linneas personliga reflektion om dejting: Är det okej att koppla bort den man dejtar när man jobbar? Det är inte sommaren med Monika utan: Våren med Matilda Rånge! Matilda på P3 Nyheter rapporter om att var tredje Gen Z-kille tycker kvinnan ska lyda mannen och att balett- och operavärlden rasar mot Timothée Chalamet.Tidpunkter i avsnittet:12:18 Nyhetsfördjupning: Var tredje Gen Z-kille tycker kvinnan ska lyda mannen.21:41 Kan vi göra dragspelet sexigt igen?36:29 Nyhetsfördjupning: Timothée Chalamet uttalande om balett.01:06:34 Paradise Hotel-ikonen Robin "Mos" Andersson.Kapitellänkarna ovan leder till avsnittet utan musik i Sveriges Radios app.Programledare: David Druid och Linnea Wikblad.

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Marius Borg stöttade sin son i rättegångssalen och vi berättar allt om vad som hände. Vi pratar även om Marius starka känsloutbrott efter Nora Hauklands vittesmål. Vi analyserar de anställdas hårda ord om exprinsen Andrew och avslöjar vad de hade för smeknamn på honom. Och så har prinsessan Madeleine ställt upp på en ovanlig intervju där hon avslöjar vad hon gör fem dagar i veckan. Med Jenny Alexandersson och Maria Bjaring Producent: Jessica Johansson Kontakt: kungligt@aftonbladet.se Ansvarig utgivare: Lotta Folcker

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

The Homeland calls for Gunnar, And So Does Love.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.‘You are the Tin Man. This tour; is the Oil Can. Figure it out.'A recently widowed Norwegian American plans his escape from a Minnesota nursing home to travel abroad and join a ‘Christmas in Norway Tour’. While battling his fears, he meets a beautiful young tour guide and her divorced mother, who years later, still bears scars from her unfaithful husband’s affair. This story is about overcoming those fears to let healing begin. This story picks up after that, and shows the lingering effects of a husband’s extra-marital affair on his family. This is also a Christmas story, so expect to travel to locations in Norway, encounter Norwegian Christmas traditions, and maybe even get sprinkled with pixie-dust!“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self - in the mirror of some woman’s eyes” - Clare Booth LucePrequel: The Ruined ChristmasOslo, Norway - Three Years AgoMy name is Jorunn. As a Norwegian landsby girl, Mamma and I spent Christmas week in Bergen, visiting her family and celebrating my 22nd birthday. We decided to leave Bergen two days early so that Pappa would not have to celebrate New Year’s Eve alone. During the week, while we were away, Pappa told us how he missed us.We arrived back home in mid-afternoon, just as the sun was setting, and saw our Christmas Star lit up in the window. After entering the house, we heard Pappa moaning upstairs and went up to see if he was all right. Opening the bedroom door, we saw him humping a strange woman!“What are you doing?” shouted Mamma.Pappa replied, “Leah, you’re home early.”“Who is this woman?”“She’s just a slut. She means nothing to me.”The woman yelped, “I am not a slut! I am a happily married woman.”Mamma yelled, “I can see what keeps you happy.”Pappa yelled back, “I still love you, Leah. Let me get rid of this slut. She’s only here because I was lonely. We can talk.”Mamma replied, “You can talk to my advokater. We’re through! How can I ever trust you again, you bastard? Do you realize what you have done to our family!”Mamma began sobbing and ran down the stairs.Pappa looked at me and said, “Jorunn, none of this would have happened if your mother hadn’t come home early and seen us.”I looked at Pappa and saw his slime-covered beard slick with the woman’s juices. “You’re wrong Pappa. It did happen. Mamma and I just wouldn’t have known. You said you didn’t want to be seen by us. That works both ways! I don’t ever want to talk to you or see you ever again!”I ran downstairs to Mamma, and with our suitcases still in the boot, we drove to a friend’s house.Gunnar and Nurse RatchedDecember 13 - MorningMinneapolis, Minnesota - Present DayI pressed the button on my cell phone and hung up after talking with Roger Mans, my long-time friend and attorney. My two adult children texted a few days ago they wanted to visit me here in the nursing home. I had not seen them since the funeral of my wife, Solveig, and that was two months ago. Their plan was for me to sign their power of attorney forms, giving them full control over me and my affairs. But my plan was different, and now was time to put it into place.Two years ago, at just 54 years old, I had a stroke. A devastating paralysis left me needing a lot of care, and therapy to regain my mobility, speech, and other functions.I realized Solveig was unable to care for me at our home. She tried with all her heart, but she was also fighting her own battle with cancer, and undergoing her own rigorous treatments.So I decided to enter a nursing home, while I continued to get rehab. I wanted a facility with a stroke recovery unit. This limited my nursing home choices. The only thing making life bearable here, was Solveig faithfully visiting me, and sneaking an occasional home-cooked meal past the head nurse and her staff. Sadly, Solveig succumbed to the cancer while I was still a resident at the ‘Bethel Retirement Center'. At Solveig’s funeral, my children promised to visit often, but as usual, I could never count on them for anything.Without my wife here to check on things, my decent clothes never came back from the laundry, and instead, the staff returned excuses. I put on old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. It would do for now. I prepared myself for this day by walking the halls of the nursing home, attending physical therapy sessions, and taking care of myself without help from the staff. Still not fully recovered, but like my clothing, it would do for now.I said goodbye to Alfred, my shared roommate. He nodded, wished me luck, and said he would love to go with me. I felt sorry for him. He was a great storyteller but needed to use his walker, and physically, he required the kind of care they provided here.I walked down the hall to the nurse’s station and found Molly Turner, the rather brusque chief nurse, and her two assistants sitting behind it. “Good morning, Nurse Ratched,” I said.“Good day to you, Gunnar,” she replied.“I’m checking out,” I said.“Be serious, Gunnar. No one ever checks out of a nursing home, unless they are flat on their back with a toe tag.”I looked at her and smiled, “I only hope that will be your Fate, Molly.”“That’s not a nice thing to say, Gunnar. Now, return to your room or I will have dietary take away your rice pudding for a week.”The rice pudding here was a pale imitation of the riskrem, which Solvieg would make every Christmas. I would miss it this year. I gave Nurse Ratched a one-fingered salute, then walked toward the exit. There was a scramble of squeaky chairs and shouts behind me, and I heard their footsteps closing in on me. As I pushed the two doors open to the main lobby, there was Roger, standing next to the nursing home administrator. I walked up to my lawyer, and shook his hand, “Thank you, old friend.”I turned to see a stunned Nurse Ratched. “Allow me to escort Mr. Larsen back to his room,” she meekly pronounced.The nursing home administrator said, “That won’t be necessary, Molly. Mr. Larsen is leaving us. He isn’t taking anything with him. You may clear out his room and get it ready for the next resident.”I looked Nurse Ratched in the eye and saw the fires of hell blazing within. Then, it was my turn to smile back.All my therapists had agreed that my rehab was successful. My speech skills were quite restored. My left arm and leg took longer to restore. But it was good enough to ditch the wheelchair, then the walker, then the cane. What really set me back was the grief of losing my wife, and the guilt of not being there when she needed me most.Gunnar’s HouseRoger drove me to my house. I hadn't been there in two years. It looked pathetic. No one bothered shoveling the snow on the walkway, and I feared what my children may have done to the inside. I found the hidden key I placed under a rock years ago and used it to enter through the front door. The living room and dining room furniture were mostly gone, or should I say, stolen. They had rifled through the small office nook next to the kitchen, with papers scattered over the kitchen countertops and floor.I turned and said, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, Roger.”“This is exactly what you said would happen, Gunnar. Our firm will take care of it for you.”I opened a small drawer in the office nook and thankfully found my passport intact. It was useless to my children. I went to the master bedroom and saw the dresser drawers partially opened, with clothes scattered all about the floor. On top of the dresser was Solvieg’s jewelry box. I opened it, and few things remained. I was glad to see the gold charm bracelet I gave her 35 years ago for Christmas. She wore it a couple of times, then stopped, complaining it turned her wrist green as the fake gold coating wore away. But she kept it all these years. A worn-out trinket to my children, as precious as the Sauron’s Ring of Power to me. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my sweatpants.I went into the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes, tossed them into an old gym bag, and said, “I’m done. We can go.”Roger said, “The locksmith and security company will meet me here this afternoon. Once they are done, your children will no longer have access.”“I’d rather not have an auction of whatever is left in the house. I don’t think Solveig would have liked that. Once you go through the papers, just throw everything left in a dumpster and haul it away. Whatever the two pirates plundered will be the only inheritance they will ever see from me.”Miller And Mans Law OfficeRoger and I next went to his office. I said hello to Jane, the long-time receptionist. I have always suspected that Jane knows everything that goes on here, and secretly runs the whole place, not unlike the way Nurse Ratched does in her domain. However, Jane does so with more efficiency, happiness, and joy for both clients and staff.Jane asked, “Can I get you anything, Gunnar?”“I’d love a cup of decent coffee, and an Apple Fritter if you have one.”“I’ll bring them to Roger’s office. Two creams and no sugar, if I remember right.”“Perfect, as always, Jane.”We went into Roger’s plush office, and I sat down in a chair more comfortable than any I sat in for the last two years.“Are you actually going to go through with this?” Roger asked.“Every bit of it,” I replied.I signed multiple papers, removing my two children as beneficiaries from my life insurance and investment accounts. I also gave Roger limited power of attorney to sell my house and dispose of its possessions.Jane arrived with the coffee and Apple Fritter. “Norway? Why would anyone want to go to Norway in December?”“Did Roger spill the beans?” I asked.Jane replied, “Every piece of paper that comes into this office passes through my hands. I opened your travel visa when it came in.”“Jane, I can’t spend Christmas here in Minnesota. The bitter wintry weather pales in comparison to the cold hearts of my own two children. The further away from them I am, the better. I’ve never been to Norway and have always wanted to see the 'home country’ of my ancestors.”Like I said, Jane knows all. The coffee tasted great, and the deep-fried Apple Fritter, one of Nursed Ratched’s 'prohibited foods’, was outstanding. Roger slid me a packet labeled 'Gunnar - Norway’. As Jane left, I opened it and looked at the contents. As planned, there was an international cell phone with a different number, a stack of krone, and three new credit cards bearing the name of a fictitious business. I handed Roger my old cell phone.“We’ll dispose of this for you. Your children will have no idea where you are unless they hire a private detective with exceptionally good connections. Legally, they have no rights to any of your assets, so even if somehow they track you to our law office, they will not get past Jane.”I believed Roger on that.“The tour company you asked us to sign you up with seems pretty sketchy. Their contract looks like something generated off a free online legal site. We reviewed it, it is crude, but legal and binding. If you back out, they still get paid. Why did you pick this tour company? There are many larger and more reputable companies we might have booked you with.”“It’s silly, Roger. I know it’s only a one-person company, run by a young vlogger in Norway. It was terribly boring in the nursing home, so I would spend evenings watching her videos as she traveled around Norway visiting various places, and leading small groups of tourists. It looked like the people were having fun and she made me laugh. Watching her videos was one of the few things that brought me any happiness.”“Why did you reserve for four persons?” asked Roger.“I wanted to make sure her Christmas in Norway tour wouldn’t be canceled. She has a four-person minimum.”“You won’t get those other bookings back, even if more people are going.”“I don’t need the money, Roger, but I do need this tour.”“How about clothing? You don’t have many clothes in that gym bag, Gunnar. Do you want to stop somewhere before we get to the airport?”“No. I’ll travel light. It’ll be easier when going through airport security. I’ll buy more clothes when I get to Norway.”“How about after you come back?”“I’m going to someplace warm and sunny. Maybe visit a mouse in Florida. I’ll be in touch if I need anything while I’m in Norway, and call you when I get back in three weeks.”Jorunn, The Tour GuideDecember 15 – Morning, Two Days LaterI spent yesterday shopping for the new clothes I would need. The tour is a mix of city and outdoor activities, so I bought a basic wardrobe, along with good walking shoes, snow pants, a warm jacket, and gloves. I ate lunch and dinner at two smaller restaurants. The food was good, but I felt lonely eating by myself, in a city I didn’t know, in a strange country. I missed Solveig very much and wished she were here with me.The next morning, I walked to the nearby hotel where the tour group would be meeting and followed the “Christmas in Norway Tour” sign to a small room off the lobby. There she was! Jorunn. My vlogger! She was about as tall as I am, at least when I can stand straight, with long blonde hair parted in the middle, clear blue eyes, and her signature radiant smile. She wore a Norwegian Dale sweater and brown pants.Jorunn spoke to me in Norwegian. “Excuse me, sir, this room is reserved for a tour group.”I hobbled closer. “Yes, and I’m one of the people taking the tour.”“We have a pretty active schedule for the next seven days, from December 15th through the 22nd. Do you think you are well enough to take this tour?”I wasn’t sure if I was, but I didn’t want to tell her that. “I won’t slow you down,” I replied.“What is your name?” she asked.“Gunnar Larsen.”She opened a small notebook and flipped through the pages. “It says here you are in a group of four. I see three other names. When are they coming?”“There won’t be any others from my group. One of the names is my recently deceased wife, the other two are my estranged adult children. I’m all there is.”Jorunn looked puzzled. “Only four people in total signed up, including you, all from your group. If the others aren’t coming, then you will be the only one. I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I have reservations I cannot cancel. You’re going to cost me a fortune whether I go through with the tour or not.”I replied, “The contract states that you have a four-person minimum. I am paying you in full for all four people. You won’t lose any money.”Jorunn smirked and looked like she was thinking. “I don’t know if you’re some kind of dirty old man, but if I agree to continue this tour, you should know that we will have separate rooms every night and there will be no sex of any kind. Judging by the way you look; I hope you can at least wipe your own butt!”“Your terms are acceptable. I had a stroke two years ago, but I have mostly recovered. I can walk, talk, and listen. I have trouble with my balance at times and sometimes slur my words. If you think something is too strenuous for me, I am willing to skip that part of the tour.”“Well, Mr. Larsen of Minnesota, you need to sign some release forms. As stated in the contract, I get to film the tour group for my vlogs, so I expect smiles when I am filming you. For now, go help yourself to breakfast. There is coffee, brunost, bread, and milk. Enough to feed four. Don’t expect me to serve you, and if you don’t know how to use a cheese sliver, learn fast.”She looked puzzled earlier but was now the confident Jorunn with whom I spent virtual evenings. I was delighted we worked this out. Smiles would not be a problem.OsloDecember 15 - MorningJorunn left the room and returned shortly with a small basket of food. “We have a lot of brunost left over, so I am going to make us a food packet for lunch called matpakke. I have a place in mind where we can sit and picnic.”“We will use the Vy app and Oslo Pass and travel by train and Metro. But today, we will mainly walk around Oslo. You will need to check into this hotel under the tour name if you have not done so. We will be in Oslo for two nights. The prepaid room is part of your tour package. I will try to cancel or change some reservations. Meet me back here in one hour.”I went back to my hotel to retrieve my belongings, then checked into the one Jorunn requested. It was not as nice as the one I left, but it was clean, and I did not want to make a fuss on the first day. I purchased a surprising amount of clothing yesterday and needed to make two trips to bring everything over. Then I returned to the meeting room and found Jorunn waiting.Jorunn and I walked from the hotel to Oslo Central Station and took a tram to the Vigeland Sculpture Park. Jorunn told me it is the world’s largest sculpture park made by a single artist, Gustav Vigeland, with over two hundred sculptures combining the human form with an element of fantasy. Most figures were naked, with a mix of vagueness and rather notably open precision. The most prominent sculpture was a 17-meter-high monolith consisting of 121 intertwined human figures clambering to the top, carved from a single stone block. We spent over an hour walking the grounds, and while it was interesting, I told Jorunn that I didn’t see much in the way of Christmas here.A combination of walking and a short bus ride brought us to the grounds of the Akershus Fortress. Constructed in the 13th century, it protects the waterfront and Oslo harbor. Also on the site was the restored Akershus Castle, which was formerly a residence of prior kings of Norway. Jorunn said it serves today as an entertainment and event center for the Norwegian government, and this close to Christmas was not open to the public.I found it challenging to walk the grounds of the Fortress, as there were steep inclines mixed with stone steps and cobblestone paths. Remnants of a prior snowstorm still lingered in shady areas and under arches, making the footing treacherous. We did stop at places offering magnificent views of the city of Oslo, the bay, and the fjord, and several ramparts still bore cannons. Jorunn was rather businesslike and did not seem to be enjoyin

Som vuxen får Robin en juldag veta att han och hans brors biologiske pappa egentligen är en donator. Nu ger sig Robin ut för att ta reda på hans namn. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Barn i Sverige som blivit till med hjälp av en spermiedonator har sedan 1985 rätt att få tillgång till sin donators identitet. Robin är ett av de få barn som utnyttjat rätten. Här berättar han om resan från att som vuxen få reda på att han är ett donatorbarn till att söka sin donators namn. Finns det fler halvsyskon därute?Har du avslöjat en familjehemlighet som förändrat ditt liv? Hör då av dig till programmet och Gunilla Nordlund så kan din berättelse bli ett nytt avsnitt av serien. Maila till familjehemligheten@sverigesradio.seProducent för serien är Ola Hemström.

Una ricetta della tradizione toscana raccontata da Chef Dona, anima del ristorante Carboni's Italian Kitchen di Ballarat. "Un piatto da bosco e da riviera", nel quale il pane raffermo e il pomodoro raccontano la storia della cucina povera e della cultura italiana.

Marius Borg Høibys pappa håller i låg profil, nu har vi nåtts av ny information och berättar allt om Morten Borg. Vi pratar även om prinsessan Madeleines nya videohälsning och varför den väcker kritik. Meghan har fått ett mycket tråkigt besked och vi går igenom hennes affärsverksamhet. Och så berättar vi om drottningens “blå förbannelse”. Med Jenny Alexandersson och Maria Bjaring Producent: Jessica Johansson Kontakt: kungligt@aftonbladet.se Ansvarig utgivare: Lotta Folcker

Nytt avsnitt och ingen mindre än en av poddens huvudkaraktärer pappa Hans gästar! Vi pratar om vem av oss som är latast, om vad som behövs när man har en hästgård och avslutningsvis kör vi även "åsiktsmaskinen". Där diskuterar vi kandar, att rösta i valet och bränsleval på bilen.Ni hittar oss på Instagram: @systrarnaelfstrand @emmaelfstrand @annaelfstrand Vår TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@elfstrands?_t=ZN-8wH0W5fzlPm&_r=1Vår Youtubekanal: https://www.youtube.com/user/EmmaElfstrandEftersnacksgruppen på Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/2188017021356231Länk till vår merch: https://shirtpod.se/collections/systrarna-elfstrands-hastpodd/Systrarna-Elfstrands-H%C3%A4stpodd?fbclid=IwAR1tE0cWUz5YGnsO-FxwapBXitw_Cim-cC6mKU7zy3RT6HlBOrK3j3khFX4 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

VEM: Per AnderssonYRKE: Skådespelare/komikerAVSNITT: 716OM: Mannen bakom clownmasken, lusten efter allvarligare roller, att leva upp till sin offentliga persona, nattliga manuspass, tågfest med främlingar, bokmässans shotregn, kamikaze-revyn Kardborreshowen, introspektionens 2026, barnboken Det stora kakbraket, singellivet utan dejtingpanik, shotta rött, den ambivalenta rollen som vuxenbarns-pappa och givetvis en hel del när han beställde ”drinkar till alla” (310, för att vara exakt) utan att ha koll på barens egentliga storlek. SAMTALSLEDARE: Kristoffer TriumfPRODUCENT: Mattias ÅsénKONTAKT: varvet@triumf.se och Instagram Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

En dikt ska kasta ut honom på sitt livs äventyr genom 19 länder och förändra allt. Men i sista backen slutar bromsarna att fungera. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Reporter: Alice EdwardsProducent & ljuddesign: Gustav AsplundSlutmix: Krister Orreteg

Kan man driva sin släktforskning ända därhän att man ställer en annan människas liv på ända genom att komma med överraskande information? Det undrar Bo i veckans brev till Anna-Karin Wyndhamn. Inläsare: Staffan Dopping

Jul! Det blir tidernas mörkaste julspecial. Död, hämnd, hat, sjukdom. Så verkar kafferepetlyssnarna fira sina jular. Och nu får ni vara med! Har du ett skvaller som fler borde få höra? Maila det till kafferepetpod@gmail.comMissa inte vår månatliga systerpodd Cigarrummet. Bli prenumerant på www.underproduktion.se/cigarrummet6:45 - Picassos pappa14:45 - Hämnden är jul24:45 - Julfesten28:25 - En öl33:20 - Pappa gangster förstör julen39:15 - Den vise mannen Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Marcus berättar om en galen mördare i Umeå som Christoffers pappa har träffat, men Oknytt ringer upp Christoffers pappa för att få lite mera skvaller om Umedalens Mentalsjukhus och hur man behandlade patienterna. Tydligen gick man på djurpark med mördare.   Stöd Oknytt på Patreon för att öka kvalitén på avsnitten och ta del av bonusmaterial: https://www.patreon.com/oknytt Följ Oknytt på sociala medier!  Insta: @oknyttpod Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Oknyttpod  Har du en berättelse du vill att vi ska ta upp? Maila den till: oknyttpod@gmail.com

Ekonomer hatar julen, men varför då? Repris från julen 2024 om världens tråkigaste ekonomiska teori. GOD JUL ALLA LYSSNARE!

Era bästa fars främsta feltänk. Den mörka historien om den rabiata tuppen. Pappan som sket i plånboken. När Hanna såg rakt in i sin pappa. Natasha Azarmi om livemusik-året 2025 och varför de stora artisterna väljer att spela i Sverige igen. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radios app. Programledare: Christopher Garplind & Hanna Hellquist

Peter, Glenn och Linus sätter sig ner med en honest to god filmpod, vi ska avhandla avsnitt 2 av Fem Plus-Klubben. Förra gången avhandlade vi 50-talsklassikern Rear Window, nu har vi kommit fram till Woody Allens romantiska komedi Annie Hall. Kan en komedi vara 5-plus, eller sätter tidens tand sitt bitmärke i humorns kött för fort? Går det att dela på verk och person? Är Annie Hall en perfekt film? Just ja, vi snackar lite spel också. Och vilken Wrapped man inte vill ha. Glenns problematiska pappa nämns. Ett avsnitt!

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I det här avsnittet från 2021 språkar vi frejdigt om föräldrars roll i samband med arbetsmarknaden. Vilken roll har staten i att landets befolkningsmängd inte krymper ihop till ingenting, och vad har man historiskt försökt göra för att underlätta situationen för familjerna? Här omformas torra paragrafer till blöta blöjor, häng med!För att lyssna reklamfritt och med månatligt extraavsnitt - bli en Grimbergs utvald för 36 kr/månadenhttps://historiepodden.supercast.com/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Pappa Rodger and Kohberger: How Pappa Rodger Mirrored Kohberger's Survey Questions (And EVERYTHING Else!) If Segment 1 introduced the Pappa Rodger mystery, Segment 2 takes us straight into the details that make it impossible to ignore. The most unsettling? Pappa Rodger's prediction about a knife sheath before it was ever public knowledge. That wasn't a casual guess. That was either inside information or a voice speaking with terrifying precision. In this segment, Tony Brueski and retired FBI Special Agent Jennifer Coffindaffer break down the eerie overlaps between Pappa Rodger's online posts and Kohberger's criminology work. The survey questions, the fixation on entry points, the obsession with why this house was chosen — the parallels are chilling. Even down to specific vocabulary. Coffindaffer highlights how Pappa Rodger used the word “dolt” — a term uncommon enough to feel like a signature, and one that mirrors the academic arrogance Kohberger displayed in real life. And then came the confusion: Pappa Rodger disappearing from one group, only for a “copycat” with the same profile picture to appear. Was that Kohberger trying to cover his tracks, or someone else hijacking the persona? The ambiguity has fueled speculation for years. Law enforcement says it wasn't him. But then why do the words sound like his? Why does the timeline match his behavior? Why do his online arguments mirror how he treated students, professors, and acquaintances in person? This segment digs into the forensic linguistics, the digital breadcrumbs, and the bizarre coincidences that make Pappa Rodger one of the most enduring mysteries in the Kohberger case. If it wasn't him, then someone out there was haunting these forums with uncanny knowledge. And that may be the scariest possibility of all. Hashtags: #PappaRodger #IdahoMurders #BryanKohberger #HiddenKillers #JenniferCoffindaffer #KnifeSheath #ForensicLinguistics #TrueCrimeAnalysis #Idaho4 #CrimeCommunity #CopycatKiller #TrueCrimePodcast Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

Pappa Rodger and Kohberger: How Pappa Rodger Mirrored Kohberger's Survey Questions (And EVERYTHING Else!)  If Segment 1 introduced the Pappa Rodger mystery, Segment 2 takes us straight into the details that make it impossible to ignore. The most unsettling? Pappa Rodger's prediction about a knife sheath before it was ever public knowledge. That wasn't a casual guess. That was either inside information or a voice speaking with terrifying precision. In this segment, Tony Brueski and retired FBI Special Agent Jennifer Coffindaffer break down the eerie overlaps between Pappa Rodger's online posts and Kohberger's criminology work. The survey questions, the fixation on entry points, the obsession with why this house was chosen — the parallels are chilling. Even down to specific vocabulary. Coffindaffer highlights how Pappa Rodger used the word “dolt” — a term uncommon enough to feel like a signature, and one that mirrors the academic arrogance Kohberger displayed in real life. And then came the confusion: Pappa Rodger disappearing from one group, only for a “copycat” with the same profile picture to appear. Was that Kohberger trying to cover his tracks, or someone else hijacking the persona? The ambiguity has fueled speculation for years. Law enforcement says it wasn't him. But then why do the words sound like his? Why does the timeline match his behavior? Why do his online arguments mirror how he treated students, professors, and acquaintances in person? This segment digs into the forensic linguistics, the digital breadcrumbs, and the bizarre coincidences that make Pappa Rodger one of the most enduring mysteries in the Kohberger case. If it wasn't him, then someone out there was haunting these forums with uncanny knowledge. And that may be the scariest possibility of all. Hashtags:  #PappaRodger #IdahoMurders #BryanKohberger #HiddenKillers #JenniferCoffindaffer #KnifeSheath #ForensicLinguistics #TrueCrimeAnalysis #Idaho4 #CrimeCommunity #CopycatKiller #TrueCrimePodcast Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video?  Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

EXPOSING NEW Pappa Rodger Clues About Kohberger With Ret FBI Jennifer Coffindaffer The Idaho murders case has a digital ghost haunting it — an online persona known as Pappa Rodger. From the moment the crime shocked the nation, this mysterious account was posting eerily accurate predictions. The sheath, the weapon, even the patterns of behavior — it was all there before the public knew. And the question has never gone away: was Pappa Rodger really Bryan Kohberger? Law enforcement has insisted the answer is no. They claim after a “deep dive,” the account was ruled out. But retired FBI Special Agent Jennifer Coffindaffer isn't quick to close that book. In this conversation with Tony Brueski, she digs into the contradictions: the combative tone, the obsessive need to prove superiority, the survey-like questions that echoed Kohberger's criminology work. VPNs and masked IPs make it nearly impossible to prove definitively. So should we really take “not him” at face value? The overlap is unnerving. Too precise to be coincidence, too familiar to ignore. If Pappa Rodger wasn't Kohberger, then who was it? Someone with an uncanny insight into the murders? A lucky guesser? Or another figure entirely with access to information they shouldn't have had? This isn't just about one case. It's about the way anonymity online can blur into real-world horror. Pappa Rodger may be gone, but the mystery lingers. And until the evidence is made public, we're left asking: how do you ever really prove a digital ghost isn't who you think it is? Hashtags: #Pappa Rodger #BryanKohberger #IdahoMurders #HiddenKillers #JenniferCoffindaffer #Idaho4 #TrueCrimePodcast #CrimeAnalysis #KnifeSheath #Pappa RodgerExposed #TrueCrimeCommunity #FBI Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

EXPOSING NEW Pappa Rodger Clues About Kohberger With Ret FBI Jennifer Coffindaffer The Idaho murders case has a digital ghost haunting it — an online persona known as Pappa Rodger. From the moment the crime shocked the nation, this mysterious account was posting eerily accurate predictions. The sheath, the weapon, even the patterns of behavior — it was all there before the public knew. And the question has never gone away: was Pappa Rodger really Bryan Kohberger? Law enforcement has insisted the answer is no. They claim after a “deep dive,” the account was ruled out. But retired FBI Special Agent Jennifer Coffindaffer isn't quick to close that book. In this conversation with Tony Brueski, she digs into the contradictions: the combative tone, the obsessive need to prove superiority, the survey-like questions that echoed Kohberger's criminology work. VPNs and masked IPs make it nearly impossible to prove definitively. So should we really take “not him” at face value? The overlap is unnerving. Too precise to be coincidence, too familiar to ignore. If Pappa Rodger wasn't Kohberger, then who was it? Someone with an uncanny insight into the murders? A lucky guesser? Or another figure entirely with access to information they shouldn't have had? This isn't just about one case. It's about the way anonymity online can blur into real-world horror. Pappa Rodger may be gone, but the mystery lingers. And until the evidence is made public, we're left asking: how do you ever really prove a digital ghost isn't who you think it is? Hashtags: #Pappa Rodger #BryanKohberger #IdahoMurders #HiddenKillers #JenniferCoffindaffer #Idaho4 #TrueCrimePodcast #CrimeAnalysis #KnifeSheath #Pappa RodgerExposed #TrueCrimeCommunity #FBI Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/@hiddenkillerspod Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/tonybpod Listen Ad-Free On Apple Podcasts Here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/true-crime-today-premium-plus-ad-free-advance-episode/id1705422872

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