Podcast appearances and mentions of Robert Franklin

A Holiday Haunting: Part 1 Jack returns home and reconnects with his old ghost crush. Based on a post by zeon 67. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Oh. Shit! She's back. Jack had to drop everything and run to the living room; he needed to see her again. His coffee mug shattering against the kitchen floor meant little to him. Jack followed her out of the room, stumbling into the den and crashed into a chair. Any pain that he felt was instantly ignored; he just had to see her face. But she phased through the bookcase, leaving him disappointed. Ten years. It had been ten years since Jack had last seen Erin. Just a brief peek of her ghostly form, and Jack was a teenager again. The first time he met Erin, he was thirteen. Jack's parents had dragged the family from Boston to live in a stock horror mansion outside Portland, Maine. He hated everything about it, feeling depressed, isolated from his old life. Then he saw her. She appeared late one night as Jack attempted to fall asleep. His eyes widened as this woman floated in front of his bed. She wore a bulky, dark shirt with a lighter collar, a long apron over a skirt that reached her ankles and sensible shoes. Pale skin and white hair held up in a professional bun. She stood translucent and hovered a foot off the ground. Jack was freaking out, shaking under the covers and trying to release a scream. But watching her body float, her head crooked to the side with a curious smile, Jack felt an eerie calm. He sat up in his bed and examined her further. She was beautiful, an oval face with dimples, full lips, and wide, expressive eyes. He tried to guess her age, but it was impossible due to her intangible form. "Hello;" Jack said. His voice was hoarse and unconvincing. She smiled again at him before disappearing. "Fuck." Jack immediately fainted. He awoke late in the morning, still shaken. Jack ran down to his family, yelling at them in the kitchen at what he had just seen. His parents responded with blank looks. His sisters both snickered, cracking jokes about Jack's nighttime activities, and how it must have affected his brain. But as he continued, the jokes stopped, and soon Jack had weekly sessions with Dr. Miller. It was like a month until he saw her again. Jack was alone in the house and found Erin standing in between his bed. He screamed this time, but Erin just replied with a smile. She looked amused by his actions. She disappeared, and Jack had to wait another month before catching her on the stairs. But he had a plan, knowing what he should do the next time he ever saw her again. "Jack!" His mother yelled from upstairs. "What Happened!" Jack rolled his eyes. "It's nothing. I dropped my mug." He shouted back up, praying that his parents won't come down. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving, and Jack had returned home early, hoping just to relax and forget about Laura. Retreating into the kitchen, he ignored the mess he'd left behind. He wasn't that heartbroken about the end of the relationship; he just needed to get out of Boston for a while. Jack filled up a glass of water and took a couple of gulps, trying to steady himself. The plan was to drink, eat loads and watch football. But now, Jack was instantly consumed by the need to see Erin again.   Erin's Further Revelations. Jack rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He guessed that it was probably two in the morning. He should be asleep, but restless energy had overpowered him, just like when he was a teenager. The weeks after her second appearance, Jack woke early in the morning and saw Erin staring out of the window. She turned to him and then disappeared. Every couple of weeks, he would see Erin around the house, mostly in his room, but always when he was alone. Whenever Jack saw her, Erin would disappear, fade into nothing in front of him. After a dozen or so appearances, Erin and Jack got used to seeing each other over the year. He would see her, and they would exchange brief smiles before would Erin dissolve. Jack got used to finding her in random places, occasionally pretending that she was never there when Erin materialized during family dinners. Though she mostly appeared in his room. He was also sure that he was the only one who could see her, which developed a special bond as he aged. It was just a shame they couldn't talk to each other. Whatever break in the dimensions that brought her here didn't allow them to speak or hear one another. Over the years, Jack and Erin relied on non-verbal communication, making up their own sign language while also writing out words on paper. Jack's parents were weirded out one Christmas when he asked for a dry erase board. He would come home from school and rush to his room, wondering if that day was the day she would appear. If he found her there, Jack would tell her about his day, what had changed since they last spoke, and random thoughts in his head. She would eagerly listen to him and try to respond in her own way. She had become this nonjudgmental friend that he could bounce off from as he dealt with his new surroundings and the horror of puberty. It took two years for Jack to know Erin's name. They were together in his room; the house was empty apart from them. It felt that Erin had trained herself to emerge only when he was alone. Jack sat on his bed, talking to Erin. For the hundredth time, he had asked her name. She led him to the bathroom and pointed to the faucet. Running the hot water, he saw Erin smile as the bathroom mirror started to fog up. She clenched her jaw and pressed a finger up against the glass. Erin's face strained as her form became clearer as she wrote 'ERIN' in the mirror. The smile on Jack's face then quickly vanished as Erin faded into nothing. He wouldn't see her for another two months. Jack rolled onto his stomach, feeling his cock throb against his leg. Without any prompting, his mind cast back when he turned 18, and Erin gave him a special present. It was one of the few times that Erin appeared, when there were other people in the house. He was half-asleep, playing on his PlayStation when she materialized. Jack shuffled back and collapsed on the bed. There was something off about her that night, her body was trembling, and her face was stone-like. With great energy, her lips curled into a smile, and there was a flash. The clothing that Jack had always seen her in the last five years had disappeared into nothing, leaving her naked. A loud guttural groan escaped Jack's mouth; it was the first time he had seen a naked woman. Her body was slim, graceful, like a dancer, and perfect. He stared at her small but firm tits; Jack assumed they were B-cups and wished he could have his hands over them. Her skin then began to change, turning from a clear white to a fair skin tone. He noticed rusty-colored freckles dot around her angular nose framed by long reddish-brown hair. Then two bright green eyes stared back, overwhelming him. "Fuck," Jack whispered. His mouth dry, his stomach twisted into knots, and all the blood drained into his penis. He was in love or lust; it was all the same back then to him. Jack rolled off the bed and waddled to the bathroom, holding out the used tissue as far away from him as if it was toxic. He was only exposed to her for a few moments before she vanished. Still, Erin's naked form had been seared entirely in his brain, giving him special comfort during lonely nights. Dumping the balled-up tissue in the toilet, he started washing his hands. The general feeling of self-disgust hit him, but this time with more power. He was fantasizing about a long-dead woman. It's not right. He crawled back into his bed and reached for his laptop. Opening the browser, Jack thought to himself for a moment before going to incognito mode. He might need some privacy should anyone have a look at his search history. In the search bar, he typed 'Medium Psychic, And Portland, Maine.'   Ophelia's Services. The doorbell rang, and Jack quickly set down his coffee and rushed to the door. He briefly checked himself out in the hallway mirror; he looked normal. Jack wanted to make sure that he pulled that off, a navy oxford shirt, black jeans, and white sneakers, that all screamed normal to him. Jack then mentally thought about what he was going to say to the medium. It wasn't like he had a lot of experience in this. He could tell her about Erin, maybe use her name. Also, he could say where she usually appears and does. Probably shouldn't mention Erin getting naked as some kind of birthday present. He then wished that the medium agreed a later time just so he could rationalize having a drink. During Thanksgiving dinner, Jack told his family that he wanted to stay in Maine for a while, maybe until after Christmas. He had exaggerated the effects that the disintegration of his relationship with Laura had on him. It was a blatant lie; his parents knew it, his sisters didn't care, but no one really questioned it. He prayed that none of them would ever find out that he booked a medium. This Ophelia from Portland, Jack didn't know what he wanted from her. From movies, he had been told that ghosts that roam around usually have unfinished business. If somehow the medium was legit and could talk to Erin, he didn't know if it would be best if Erin moved on. Opening the door, a young woman stood, waiting impatiently. Their eyes met, and Jack was stunned to find his assumptions shattered. He was expecting a woman in her fifties, heavy makeup, and lots of necklaces, someone like that Long Island psychic. Instead, a woman stood in front of him who looked like she was in her twenties, with blonde wavy hair and a curvy figure. She gave an impression of an Instagram influencer with tight high-waisted jeans, a simple tee, and a suede jacket. "Jack Taylor?" she said, pinching her mouth shut and curving her lips upward. "Ophelia?" Jack arched an eyebrow without thinking. She nodded and walked past him, taking in the house. A Victorian-style mansion, built in the 1860s, with five bedrooms, a parlor, a giant fireplace that could fit a body, a near-constant fog-covered backyard, and a bloody-red painted door. She looked unimpressed. Ophelia raised her hands and fluttered her fingers, doing a sort of jazz hands while slowly spinning. Jack had no idea what he was supposed to be feeling, but she's young and hot. Was this a con? Did he want it to be one? "Do you want anything to drink?" Jack asked, trying to get a read of the situation. He then glanced at the clock. His parents should be home in a couple of hours; he had time. "I'm fine." She replied, flashing another smile. "Should we deal with the money first?" Taken back, he slowly reached for his wallet and pulled $150 in cash. He looked at the money and felt grateful that he would only pay an extra fifty if the reading exceeded the hour. Handing her the folded bills, Jack felt a breeze. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Erin. He had been sensing her a lot, recently. "Nice house. Really Stephen King-like." Ophelia gave another forced smile. "Can you give me a tour?" Jack nodded and he took her to the home office, explaining what he had seen the other day. Ophelia took a quick photo and hummed; she felt nothing. Jack then led her around the house, describing where he had seen Erin and what she would do. Ophelia stayed quiet for most of the tour, her phone in her hand, occasionally checking it. He then explained his relationship with Erin. Jack recounted every meeting he had with her, including how he found out her name. When Jack said that he was the only one in the house that had ever seen Erin, he noticed a quick change in Ophelia's face. She definitely assumed that he's psychotic. As they climbed the stairs to Jack's bedroom, Ophelia suddenly became talkative. She put away her phone and asked several questions at rapid-fire speed. "So, who previously owned the house before you moved in? Erin, do you know her last name? Where she's from? Was she born here? Has anyone called Erin lived in the house before?" Jack knew nothing. He had known Erin for ten years and yet knew nothing about her. The house must have been her home or where she worked. He now knew what he had to find out, but Jack had no idea how he would research such things. Speak to a local historian, maybe? He should go to the library tomorrow. They entered his bedroom, a familiar feeling of cold hit his body again. Jack eyed the psychic; there was no change in her body language. Maybe she's a fake. Ophelia wandered around the room, doing the jazz hands again and calling Erin's name. His eyes narrowed on her chest, then to her slim waist, and then to her tight ass; she looked cute. It had been some time since Jack had anything close to sex. It ended with Laura over two months ago, and since then, a brunette ghost was the only thing he had to female company. Ophelia reached in her jeans and pulled out a velvet pouch. Opening it up, a nub of chalk fell into her palm. She then bent down and drew a circle just in front of Jack's bed. The circle was about three feet wide. Ophelia then drew four smaller circles inside the ring, north, east, south, and west. Jack watched her place crystals in each circle, wondering if he would be able to clean the chalk off his floor. "What are you going to do?" Jack asked, trying not to stare at the medium's ass. "I am going to summon Erin. I am going to see if we can talk to her and find out her unfinished business." "What would her unfinished business be?" "It could be anything," Ophelia said, looking around the room. "Some want revenge, especially if they were like murdered. Others are looking for missing rings, lockets or whatever. With my help, Erin could be able to move on." Jack nodded. She was right. It was fun seeing her again, he missed talking to her, but there had to be some conclusion for Erin. After Christmas, he will be back in Boston. Maybe it was best that she moved on, got closure from this world. The psychic then took off her boots and stood inside the circle. Kneeling, Ophelia raised her arms, praying to the ceiling. "Erin; Erin; Erin;" she chanted, raising her head, "Speak to us. Speak; Erin, come to us; come to Jack and me." She sang Erin's name a couple of times with no change in her composure. "Yes, Erin, I hear you. How can we help you?" Ophelia said, lacking any emotion. "How can we help you move?" Ophelia then went silent and very still. Her back was arched, and her head pointed up. Leaning in, Jack realized that her chest wasn't moving anymore; was she even breathing? Beads of sweat flowed down her face as the rest of the body began to tremble. Something was wrong. Ophelia then shuddered and Jack could see the color disappear from her face. She then slowly stood up. Looking at Jack, she gave him a warm smile. "Jack!" Ophelia then said, emphasizing the wrong parts of the name. Jack walked around and stood in front of her. Her body language was weird, not so closed off as it was before. Her eyes then focused on her left hand, marveling how far it was extended. The tips of her fingers then ran down Jack's chest. The broad grin on Ophelia's face got even wider as she felt him up. "It is me, Jack; Erin." Ophelia grinned. "No." Jack shook his head and took a step back. This had to be some weird psychic con. Was Ophelia going to sleep with him? "Ophelia, I think you should get out." "I am Erin." She closed the distance and reached for his hand. "I can prove it. You told me everything and I listened. Once you were overly excited in your classroom by a teacher. You frequently enjoy lobster rolls. And once I removed my clothing for you on your birthday." Jack whimpered, trying to collect his thoughts. Before he called Ophelia, he had read up on cold reading, but she knew things that he had never shared with anyone. Jack hit his bed frame and toppled over, hitting the mattress. He tried to compute what was going on, justify Ophelia's insider knowledge of him. But then the blonde climbed up on the bed, her body floating as she straddled him. This was real. "Jack; I missed you." Ophelia or Erin then leaned in and kissed him forcibly. Quickly sneaking her tongue into his mouth while she rubbed her body against his. Moaning as his tongue dueled, Jack was lost in a world of teenage lust. He had dreams about this, spent countless hours awkwardly pleasuring himself to the fantasy of having sex with Erin. But as he opened his eyes and remembered the blonde hair that flowed above him, this wasn't Erin. Maybe in spirit, but not in body. He pulled his face away and sighed. "Erin; no." Jack said, trying to push the possessed medium off him. "Not like this." "What?" Ophelia screamed. She shot back up and glared at him. Her eyes became demonic and bloodshot. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, breaking his skin. She began to shake and wail. "No; No; No!" "Erin; Erin!" Jack tried to get her attention. He reached up and gently touched her face. "I just want to talk to you. Please leave Ophelia." Ophelia's face contorted into a smile. Jack could tell that something was pushing back against Erin. Maybe it was the medium's spirit wanting to regain her body. She thrashed around on top of him, going from sweating to shivering to back to sweating again. Jack snuck out of her convulsing frame and watched with concern. The medium then slammed into the mattress, bounced high up in the air, and then back down. Jack watched her breathe slowly and rolled onto her back. She looked confused and tired. "What the fuck happened?" Ophelia asked as she sat up, her frazzled hair covering her face.   Researching the Franklins. Jack ended the call and rubbed his eyes. The pains of working remotely, struggling to stay productive while also being forced to over communicate just so he won't be called a slacker was too much. The only good thing about his job was that he could move back to Maine and still collect a paycheck. But yet, he hated taking calls from his bosses when it's technically his day off. He knew he shouldn't be cursing his luck. Last night, his parents gave him some excellent news. They needed to go to Springfield and help out Jack's aunt with something. Jack wasn't listening, just focusing on the part when his mom said that they will not be returning until Christmas Eve. Yes, it meant that Jack would have to prepare the house for the holidays, put up the tree, buy the food and sort out the presents. But it also meant that he would be alone in the house; he could plan and try to talk to Erin. Maybe even help her. Finishing his latte, Jack looked up the address for the library and the closing time. Since Ophelia's possession, Jack hadn't sensed Erin's presence. It was worrying. He tried to focus on absorbing as much information about the house. Jack learned that the house was built in 1860 for the Franklins. For more information, he had to drive into the city. As he walked into the library, his heart was thumping in his chest and sweat coated his forehead. Why was he so nervous? Yeah, he had created this pubescent fantasy, and Jack wasn't sure how he would react if that was cracked. What if Erin was an awful person; her death could have been just, and that she was using him. But he still had to find out. Jack sat down at the computer and entered his address and the Franklins in the search bar. Skimming through the records, he got a brief understanding of the family that built his home. Jedidiah Franklin was a local lender who had moved from Boston to Maine due to some unpleasantness. He was followed by his wife, Alice and their two children, Robert and Emma. Franklins lived a dull and typical life and died in the 1900s. "Nothing about Erin," He went through local newspapers and again found nothing odd. Going through the search results, Jack quickly realized that he had been wasting his time, and it was pointless. By the time he reached the fourteenth page, he was about to leave. But instead, he clicked on the link about a stagecoach accident involving the Franklins. Jedidiah, Alice, Robert, and their maid were returning late one night. Their stagecoach collided with a rock, and the maid was thrown out. She died instantly. The article gave the maid's name as Erin O'Ceallachain. Letting out a loud sigh and rubbing his face, Jack then searched for Erin O'Ceallachain. There was little about her. A short obituary that stated she was born somewhere in Ireland and died in 1898. She had been a maid for the Franklins for close to a year. There were no descriptions of her or any clues of her past. Jack leaned back and stared at the screen. It could be her. He had checked; there were no other women called Erin that lived in the house. This could be her. But, if she died on the road, then why was she haunting his home. The loud sound of his phone vibrating against the desk pulled him out of his thoughts. Jack saw that he got a text from Ophelia. She really wanted to speak to him. Ignoring her, Jack continued his deep-dive on the Franklins, trying to find anything. Even a morsel of information about the family would help. After another hour of research, he ended up on the website of an antique bookstore in Bangor. They had Alice Franklin's diary and it was for sale.   Tomes of Inquiry. Two days later, Jack sat in the home office and stared at the five-hundred-dollar book. It was too much; he should have tried to haggle them down. Jack wasn't even sure if the diary would be useful; it could be another Alice Franklin or just a list of mundane observations. Jack finished another beer and opened the diary. His hands were trembling with every turn of the page. Either he was nervous or just drunk, he couldn't tell. The pages were filled with fine late-twentieth-century cursive writing that was hard to read. Jack slowly read out each entry, making out every second word. The diary covered the time Erin had already started working for the Franklins to her death if it was the same Alice Franklin. He skimmed through the journal until stopping at an entry made on January 28th, 1898, where Alice mentioned hiring a new maid called Erin. March Twenty-first, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  I saw Robert engaged young Erin in the library. How I wish we do not have the same story as in Boston. August Fourteenth, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  That green-eyed temptress was with my son again. The Roman whore has plans for him. Jedidiah sees nothing. He pushes his son. Then reacts in fury when Robert is in strife. November Sixth, Eighteen Ninety-eight;  Constable Standish and his ghastly son shared supper with us. He has eyes for Emma. A boor. My darling daughter would never fall that low. Robert is forlorn. I see his glances at young Erin. When I call for her, the freckled-face jezebel smiles innocently. Jedidiah will end her services in the new year. Jack paused from reading, and tried to make sense. Green eyes. Freckles. It had to be Erin. Jack skipped ahead a couple of weeks, getting closer to the time when Erin died. December Twentieth, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  The Irish whore created a scene. Late in the evening, we found her under the influence. She screamed for Robert. She said she is with child. He is the father. She wants to be wed. That boy has ruined us. December Twenty-first, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  A clear-headed Erin spoke to us in the morning. She lies that she is not with child. The Catholic loves Robert, or it seems. Jedidiah and I agree to end her service. We will send her to Bangor tonight. It is clear to us. December Twenty-ninth, Eighteen Ninety-eight ;  My heart is gone. Losing Emma is a great blow. They are to be wed in the next Spring. My son now lives in Boston. I pray his temperament is strong. Erin is gone, a life stopped by a stagecoach. Now I have an empty house. A lost daughter and a dead maid. Jack closed the diary and ran upstairs to his bedroom to grab his notepad, then came back down again. He needs to do more cardio. The two flights of stairs had destroyed him. He knew he had seen the name Standish somewhere. There at the family tree. After Erin's death, Emma married Nathanial Standish, son of the town constable. It made sense now; the Franklins murdered Erin and used the constable to help make it look like an accident. In return, they married Emma to his son to keep his silence. He knew what happened to Erin, but Jack wondered how he could help her. But; like what Ophelia said before, does he want her to move on to the next stage. It probably would be best for everyone. But if he could talk to her and discover her unfinished business, how could he help her. What if it meant getting vengeance on those that murdered her? What if it was on Franklin's living ancestors? The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted Jack from the thoughts of homicidal spirits. He checked his phone; it was nearly ten. Finishing another beer, Jack left the den and shuffled to the front door. He prayed that it wasn't his parents, that their stay in Massachusetts ended early, and now they wanted to talk about his future. "Ophelia?" Jack asked, opening the door.   Ophelia's Admissions. She stood there in the light rain, looking like another person. Far removed from the bored, unimpressed medium he saw days ago. She looked nervous, worried, but still attractive to Jack's eyes. The skirt she had on gave him a good view of her slender legs and made Jack think. Again, it had been two months since he last had sex, and he was now feeling it. "Hi," she said, barely audible. "Can I come in?" Jack nodded and let her pass. He tried not to look at her like that anymore; he needed to stay focused on Erin. "Look, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm a fake-ish. I go to people's houses and pretend that I feel something. I do a bit of cold reading, call out the spirits and then lie that they're talking back to me." Ophelia admitted. She paced back and forth as she spoke, nervousness flowing out from her. "Oh," Jack said, looking away. He didn't know what else he was supposed to say. "So, what are you doing here?" "Also, my name isn't Ophelia, it's Lucy. I felt Ophelia looked better on the website. Make it look real." She nervously smiled. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because;" she stepped forward, "what happened that day was real. I felt it, I really did." "Yeah?" Jack noticed that she was holding on to his hand like she was pleading with him. "I used to hear voices. I thought I was going crazy, but then I found out that I was hearing the dead; and I could talk to them. But I don't know, a mix of vodka, and my own cynicism; the spirits don't want to talk to me anymore. I want to feel like that again. I want to help you." Jack paused. Again, not knowing what to say. He felt that she could still be conning him, that she was going to ask for money. He still wasn't a hundred percent sure that Ophelia or Lucy was genuinely possessed by Erin. Then again, they could have had sex, which would be a weird move to pull when conning someone. Jack needed alcohol. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked. "Please." Lucy nodded. Jack returned from the kitchen with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. It was the only alcoholic thing left in the house. After completely filling up both glasses on Lucy's request, he grabbed the diary and his notes, and they settled in the living room. He observed the psychic read the journal, his thoughts becoming more and more concerned about her looks. She had removed her thick coat, revealing a slinky tank top that gave him a glimpse of her bra. "So, you think Erin had sex with Robert Franklin; may have gotten pregnant; and the Franklins decide to murder her, to prevent a scandal?" "Yeah," Jack said, leaning in. There were both sitting on the sofa, awkwardly close together. "I don't know much or really anything about hauntings. But I only see Erin here. She must have been murdered here, and they faked the accident." "Erin being an Irish maid, the family are rich, and you got a friendly cop who is willing to help, if he gets a favor, that's a straightforward cover-up." Lucy smiled, patting Jack on the knee. "There is something we can do. I know people in the psychic and magic world. There's one girl who told me about this ritual-like thing. It's like a s ance on steroids. We can make her appear and we can talk to her. Then we can help her." "What's the catch? There is always a catch." "Not really. The s ance is a bit complicated and there is a shopping list, also it will be for a couple of hours only." "Sounds like a plan," Jack replied, raising a glass. They quickly finished their wine and poured some more.  Lucy asked him about his family and if they ever believed him. He told her about Dr. Miller, and how his dad would make the occasional jokes. When asked about their absence, Jack explained, and without realizing, underscoring that he had the whole house to himself. Jack then turned the attention on her, quizzing Lucy what happened when she first talked to a ghost; and what was the weirdest shit she had seen. As Lucy went through her backstory. Jack started picking up subtle clues about her. She was touching him more and getting close as she talked about hearing spirits when she turned thirteen. He tried to guess if Lucy was flirting with him, or was this some alcohol-induced delusion. After she finished her story about being asked to communicate with a woman's dead cat, they realized they were out of wine. Jack asked and quickly got another bottle on Lucy's insistence. "So, about you and Erin." She said, playing with the stem of her wine glass. "You were the only one to see her?  What relationship did you guys have?" "Like a friendship. Growing up; Erin was like my confidante. I would talk to her about every insane thought that was going through my head that day. I didn't know if she could hear me or not. It was comforting. I miss it. Guess that's why I'm here." "That's sweet." Lucy ran her hand down his thigh. "Sometimes I have some weird creeps that want to speak to their old teenage crushes, like teachers or neighbors that they used to jerk off to. It's nice to have a guy who just wants to reconnect to an old friend." Jack groaned. Looking at Lucy, his mind was made up, and he was sure that she was flirting with him. He should tell her the truth and see how she takes it. "I should tell you this. I have seen her naked." "Really?" Her eyes widened. "Yeah. On my 18th birthday, Erin appeared in my room and then flash, she's nude. She stood there for like a couple of seconds and poof, gone." Jack smiled, "That was the last time I saw her." "That's some present. Making me jealous." Lucy whispered, holding her gaze. "Really?" Jack said, leaning in. Lucy looked up at him, her tongue running over her pink lips. She craned her head forward and pressed her lips against his, her hand on the back of Jack's head, pulling him into her. Both were still holding their wine glasses, and Jack awkwardly pushed his mouth down on hers. Lucy's tongue shot out of her mouth and instantly snaked into his. They both softly moaned as Jack guided her body down on the sofa, nearly spilling her wine. She then suddenly stopped her tongue movements and pulled back. "Hold on, Ghostbuster." Lucy smirked, as she pushed Jack back upright. Taking the wine from his hands, she placed both glasses on the coffee table. With a shit-eating grin, Lucy grabbed Jack and resumed her mouth attack. Jack ran his hands down from her sides to her ass, pulling her on top of his lap. Lucy reached down and pressed her palm on Jack's bulge. She moaned into his mouth, sounding like she appreciated his size. She pulled her lips away, her attention now just all on his cock. Lucy fondled the turgid shaft through his pants, prompting it to throb in her hands. Jack leaned his head and slowly kissed down her neck, feeling her tremble in his arms. "Yes," Lucy said, closing her eyes and grinning. With a single-minded focus, Lucy unbuckled his jeans and yanked out his erect cock. Jack grunted, stunned by the blonde's eagerness. No other girl he had ever been with, was like this. They kept eye-contact as Lucy softly grasped his warm rigid shaft. Their lips met again while she stroked his cock, smearing her fingers with his oozing precum. While their tongues dueled again, Lucy's hand became a blur over his cock. They broke their kiss again, and Lucy lowered her head down, kissing his deep reddened tip. He watched in unbearable anticipation as she opened her mouth, but then instead of engulfing him, Lucy looked up and smirked. "Yeah, I'm bit of a slut," she said. "Just a bit? Jack grinned. "Okay, I'm a deeply deprived slut." She chuckled. Her very pink tongue then slid out of her mouth, and she licked up of his oozing fluid. Lucy took a moment to taste his precum, loudly humming and smiling at him. She then parted her lips and engulfed the bulging head in her wet mouth, firmly constricting, once his glans ridge was encased. Her tongue rubbed his frenulum, just under the tip.  She bobbed her head up and down, her firm round tits jiggling freely on his thighs, as she mouth-fucked him. "Oh; Fuck!" Jack grunted, taken by surprise by Lucy swallowing on more and more of his petrified cock. Lucy looked up and grinned at him again, before opening her mouth and engulfing him again. Her bright pink glossy lips slid up and down his shaft as she fucked him with her mouth. Then she sank til her nose rubbed his curly pubes, her teasing tongue gently caressed him as her throat muscle massaged his shaft, pushing his cock deeper. She hummed while she swallowed him, the hum of sucking filling the room. Her hands tightened their grip around his thighs as Lucy furiously pumped her lips up and down his cock. Once in a while, she would slowly pull his cock out, ever-so-gently running her teeth on the underside of his shaft while leaving huge trails of spit behind, then swallowing him again. It drove Jack mad in sexual bliss. She then wrapped her fingers firm around his meat again, lashing her tongue against his swollen cockhead, slurping up all the saliva and precum. Jack's balls were now sending messages to his brain, telling him that within seconds, he was going to cum; soon in big, bold letters. He also felt cold suddenly, and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing. He ignored that and watched the medium jerk him off, kissing his head as she worked the shaft of his phallus. Lucy stuck her tongue out and swirled it around his cock tip. But then he saw a figure near the TV. "Erin?" He said. She was right there and looked like she was in tears. A mix of fear and guilt hit him, destroying his previous horniness. But he still came, shooting thick loads into Lucy's face, hitting her in the lips and cheeks. She released her grip, but more jets of cum landed on her face. She raised her head and looked at Jack, the muscles in her face tensed, and her jaw clenched. "What the fuck, man? Give me some warning!" "Erin?" Jack said again, staring at the spirit. "Erin?" Lucy repeated. Her expression turned into an instant glare. But she followed Jack's gaze and looked over her shoulder, finding that they weren't alone. "Oh Fuck!" "No!" Erin screamed, deafening their ears. Her face was scrunched up in murderous intent. She lurched forward, and a force of wind cleared the table, sweeping the diary and notebooks off the surface. Jack and Lucy were pushed back by Erin's invisible energy, hitting the back of the couch. Erin raised her hands, maybe to strike, but felt her power evaporating. She looked at Jack, tears rolling down her cheeks, and then disappeared. Holiday Trimmings. Jack opened his eyes minutes before the alarm. It was Saturday and around ten. He sat up in his bed, his head still woozy from last night's drinking. He couldn't sleep and figured whiskey would knock him out. Also, he wanted to block out Erin's screams from replaying in his head. That face. Her expression dripping with anger and hurt. How Erin tried to attack them. He needed to say sorry. Erin probably won't believe him, Jack knew. But he had to try. Then there was what Lucy said, finding comfort so Erin can crossover. He hated thinking about that but realized that he couldn't be selfish. It wasn't about him. Jack's phone buzzed; he had gotten a text from his dad. It just said, 'Tree!'. Jack groaned, but he slipped out of the covers and took a shower. After getting dressed, Jack forced himself to eat something. He couldn't feel her. Usually, in December, he would see Erin more often than the rest of the year. Knowing that it was coming up to the day when she died, he expected to feel her. Two hours later, and overspending on a fir tree, Jack pulled into the driveway, confused. Lucy sat in front of the door, waiting for him. With a scared look on her face, she raised her hand and gave him a forced smile. Was she looking for him or for Erin? Jack climbed out of the car and slowly approached the young blonde. He never thought how she would take it, seeing Erin like that. After Erin faded away, Jack sat in silence while Lucy grabbed her stuff and bolted out of the house. "Hey," Jack muttered. "So, I have been waiting here for an hour. I walked away twice. But I really need to know. What the fuck did I see last night?" "I don't know," Jack said, looking away from Lucy's glare. "I've never seen her like this. She has never been this scary before. "Until;" "Until what?" Lucy stood up and got close. "You need to tell me." Jack sighed. "When you first came to the house, you tried to talk to her, right? Do you remember what happened next?" Lucy shook her head. "She took over your body and err; kissed me. We nearly had sex. But I stopped her. Telling her that it was wrong," Jack said, " to use your body like that." He quickly added. "Erin started shaking and going all Linda Blair. Then you woke up." "She gets rejected. Then she sees us on the couch, doing you-know-what, and takes it like a cheated-on girlfriend. That explains all the throwing." "I never knew she could do that." Jack smiled. "Can I ask you something?" Lucy stared into Jack's eyes. Jack shrugged and nodded his head. "What are you two? Is she your ghost girlfriend? Are you in love with her? What? Does she know what you are to her?" "Like I said, yesterday. Erin is my friend. Maybe there's more. I don't know, because I don't put labels on relationships with ghosts. But if I can help her, I will help her. Are you still in?" "Fuck it, yeah." He looked around, seeing his neighbors staring at him and Lucy. "Let's go inside. Can you give me a hand?" He asked, pointing to the tree. Lucy groaned but nodded her head. After undoing the bungee cords and dragging the tree off the car roof, the two of them awkwardly hauled the ten-foot fir inside the house. With Lucy leading, they pulled the tree into the living room, where the blonde suddenly stopped.  Jack was about to open his mouth, but he saw Erin standing in the middle of the room, and he went quiet. Erin raised her hands to her face, covering her eyes. Her breathing short and quick. She was freaking out. Erin then dropped her hands, clenching her fists as she glared at them. Her form floated to them, but unlike last night, there was no rush of force. Erin's face dropped, shifting into a scared expression. Dropping the tree, Lucy ran to her. She raised her hands up with open palms facing the spirit. "I am sorry. I am here to help you." She said, out loud. Erin didn't react. "He wants to help you. He wants to talk to you." Lucy pleaded with the spirit. Again, Erin stayed motionless. Lucy paused and looked over her shoulder at Jack. She mouthed 'trust me' at him and turned back to the ghost. "You can take over my body and speak to him. He would love that." Erin frowned, then faded into nothing. Jack walked past Lucy, trying to sense Erin's presence. There was nothing. He glanced at the medium; she had gone stiff, just like before. Jack's eyes bulged, realizing what was happening. But it was different. There was no sweat, no change in color, or fear on her face. Lucy just let out a small pleasurable moan. "Erin?" "What?" The woman barked back at him. "I just want to tell you that I am sorry. It was a mistake." "Liar. I saw you," Erin said, with no emotion in a unique tone. "Ye enjoyed every moment with the bonnie lass. I do not wish to intrude in your relationship with that adventuress." Her voice slowly morphed from Lucy's Mid-Atlantic accent to a faint Irish brogue. Jack sighed; he knew he had to deal with this. A simple apology wasn't going to be enough. "I'm so sorry about that. It's just that for a long time, there was this small voice in the back of my mind, saying that you weren't real and I was having a psychotic episode. When you saw me and Lucy, it was just an extension of that. I doubt it will ever happen again. But I did all this research so I can help you." "Help me?" "Yeah. I want to help you deal with whatever unfinished business you have. Lucy as well. That's why she's here. So, please don't be angry with her." "Unfinished business?" the voice then went quiet. She leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek. Lucy's body went limp and she nearly collapsed. Jack reached out and slid his arms under her. He yelled out 'Erin'; then 'Lucy'; but got no answer. He dragged the unconscious blonde to the sofa. Carefully setting her down, Jack then prodded her cheek, trying to wake her up. She groaned and opened her eyes. "So, what are we going to do?" Lucy said immediately. Business Gets Busy. Jack looked at his phone as he walked through the front door. It was another email from his bosses in Boston. He had way too many people questioning his work. Being a cloud support engineer, he should be focused on the job. But since talking to Lucy about the s ance, Jack had been doing the bare minimum, and people were noticing. He figured that after he got closure with Erin, he could move on. Dumping the sage and wormwood on the coffee table, he saw her. Erin had been appearing more and more. Jack could actually count the times that she wasn't haunting the house. But he didn't get why; it was never this frequent back before. And she wasn't just haunting if you could call it, Jack's room. He had found her in the living room, kitchen and even the bathroom. Right now, Erin was floating near the Christmas tree. It was completely bare, left alone as Jack focused on work and the s ance preparations. There was some judgment he felt he was getting from Erin, like she still hadn't forgiven. Jack needed to remediate that, though he didn't really know how to regain trust with a ghost. He hunted for the Christmas decorations, taking longer than he hoped. Jack was desperate not to call his parents and deal with an endless conversation about how things were going in Springfield. Losing an hour to find them, Jack started decorating the tree, hoping that this will help him get back on Erin's good side. She carefully observed him as he decorated the tree, coating it in tinsel, lights and baubles. It appeared okay to Jack, the colors matched, and the string lights were all working. But looking at Erin, he was sure he had done something wrong. She wasn't that impressed. Jack first thought that she was still pissed at him, but then something hit him. While he saw her a lot during December, it was never on Christmas. This could be her first experience of Christmas in over a hundred years. With that, Jack opened his laptop and googled '19th century Christmas trees'. Getting an idea of what Christmas looked like in Erin's time, Jack grabbed his keys and told her that he will be back soon. Two hours later, Jack returned, and Erin looked like she was happy to see him. That's a positive sign, Jack said to himself as he emptied out his shopping bags. He bounced around a couple of stores before finding them, candle-like tree lights. Using real candles was a fire waiting to happen. And Jack didn't want to explain to his parents that he burnt the house down to impress a ghost. He then pulled out a ready-made popcorn and cranberry garland he got from a pop-up Christmas store. Looking at Erin, she approved by smiling back at him. He then added tinsel and icicle-like ornaments with Erin guiding him, pointing which branch needed something or if it was too much. Taking a step back, Jack admired his work. It looked old fashioned but still good. Seeing that Erin was happy was enough for him. He grabbed a beer from the kitchen and toasted, "That's one good-looking tree," he said, smiling at Erin. She rolled her eyes at him but then disappeared. That was getting Jack scared, her fading away just as they were bonding. It didn't look voluntary, like Erin really wanted to go to her void. She had this horrified look whenever it happened. Jack would then find her somewhere else in the house, an hour or two later. This time it was in the kitchen. He opened and closed the refrigerator door and found her there. Taking a moment to recover, Jack went back to making himself dinner. Erin hovered around him, curious at what he was doing. Jack guessed that she must have been shocked, that not many men cooked back in her time. He was also making pork chow-mein, and Jack wasn't sure how widespread Chinese food was in the 19th century. His phone began to buzz, and it was Lucy. Jack could see Erin's face turn. "She's probably asking about you," Jack said, putting his phone on speaker, "Hey Lucy." "Hey," she replied, "I got some news. We have to move the date of the s ance to the 12th. There's a full moon and it will go well with Hecate." "Hecate?" "Don't worry about it. Have you seen Erin since the other day?" Lucy asked, "Well, she is right here," Jack grinned at Erin, "She's in the room with me." "Whoa," she said, "How's that going? Wait shit, can she hear me?" Erin nodded. "Yeah." "Fuck. I mean shit. I mean I'm sorry," Lucy said, sounding like she was getting out of breath, "Anyway, I also need you to get some bundles of ash to burn. And candles, preferably black." "What is actually going to happen during the s ance?" "Hopefully, we can summon Erin properly and you guys can talk. Then maybe work out why is she here and if we can help her, somehow." Jack looked at Erin again. Her eyes were elsewhere. Jack started to doubt himself; was this something that she wanted him to do. "I will talk to you later, Lucy," Jack said, ending the call. Looking up from his phone, he saw that Erin had disappeared again. If the s ance actually works, Jack needed to ask where she goes whenever she vanishes. It didn't feel like a good place for her. Opening another beer, Jack sat down to eat and tried not to think about Erin. It was really hard. She still looked so sexy, and Jack was back replaying his eighteenth birthday present. Jack admitted to himself that with Erin randomly appearing in the house, he was feeling pent up.   Redhead Videos. It was close to two in the morning when Jack knew what he had to do. He had been rolling around his bed, got up twice and tried to dull his brain by checking the news on his phone. He still couldn't sleep. The only prescription that always worked for him was either whiskey or porn. As he couldn't be bothered to go all the way downstairs, Jack powered on his laptop and went straight to Porn. Jack checked out the video thumbnails, hovering over them as he tried to decide what he was in the mood for. Sometimes, he'd be craving blondes with double D-cups, getting plowed by massive cocks. Other times, it would be two lesbians slowly seducing each other. Milfs would be a good choice, but Jack felt that the algorithm would always then suggest stepmom porn, which he wasn't in to. He searched for amateur porn with Eastern Europeans, preferring their slender body shapes and lack of bad boob jobs. Jack sat up in his bed and pulled down his shorts, slowly stroking his cock to full, rigid life. He skipped the initial setup and forwarded it to the redhead pulling the guy's dick out. She grinned at the camera then kissed the man's purple head. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she quickly swallowed the man's cock. Jack shifted his weight as the redhead stripped off her top, revealing her decent-size tits. As the action turned to straight fucking with the twenty-something waitress bent over a park bench, Jack pumped his cock. He imagined himself there, in Prague, having hot, passionate sex in public. But then he felt cold. Looking up, there she was. Erin just appeared by the wall. She was confused and pressed the back of her head. It looked as if someone had just woken up, but in a different room than they were in before. She rolled her head around before stopping, and stared at Jack, her mouth agaip. He was illuminated by his laptop, so he knew that she could see what he was doing to himself. "Oh, fuck," Jack groaned, but he didn't stop stroking his cock. He thought she would float away, or scream, or do something, but Erin just stood there and watched. She even moved closer, standing at the edge of the bed. Her eyes focusing on his throbbing cock. Jack's heart was thumping as he frantically stroked his cock. His eyes darted back and forth from Erin to his laptop; the redhead had been replaced by a different model. She said that her name is Petra and is a med student, but what really turned Jack on was how Petra resembled Erin. Reddish-brown hair, slim body with perky tits, though she had tattoos and pierced nipples. His eyes bounced from Petra being fucked in a stall, to Erin's eager look. It was getting too much for him. His imagination then brought him to Prague again, but with Erin this time. He fucked her from behind, his cock pumping her hot, wet pussy, cupping her tits and making Erin groan in deep pleasure. Jack's balls were aching, then suddenly stopped, and he intensely climaxed. His tip exploded, and shot after shot of cum raced from his cock. Jack struggled to catch all his flying cum with a tissue. After cleaning himself, Jack and Erin exchanged looks. She was embarrassed, he could tell, staring at the ground and doing her most not to make eye contact. He wanted to say something, but Erin left the room. She didn't fade through the wall or vanish into anything, just walked away slowly. Jack then instantly fell asleep, not knowing what else to do.   A S ance. Jack opened the door, letting Lucy in. It was half two in the morning, and he was getting scared. A small sliver of thought wondered if she would let him down, or at least ask for $500 to proceed. For the s ance, Lucy had gone all gothic, wearing a black velvet dress and knee-high boots, also in black. She was carrying a large tote bag. There was panic in her eyes. She apologized for her lateness, saying that it took a while to get a cab. Jack was instructed by her, to get bundles of sage and wormwood for burning, plus ash. Lucy herself handled the weirder and harder to find items. She pulled out a knife that she called an athame, a ceremonial dagger Jack guessed. She also had a black bowl that she said is a water scry. It was going to help them talk to Erin. Jack led her to the kitchen and they quickly got ready. While she cut the sage and wormwood with the athame, speaking in Latin, Jack got the idea that this wasn't a con. It was real for her. That gave him hope. "So, where should we do this?" Jack asked, taking a steel bucket that she had handed him. "Your room." Lucy said, pulling more stuff out of her bag. "I've been thinking. You said you're the only one who saw her. And you normally see her in your bedroom, right? I think that's where she was murdered. By you sleeping there, a psychic link was created between you and Erin." Jack nodded. It made sense. They went to his bedroom; and with Lucy's help, he pushed his bed and everything else to one side, giving them space for the ritual. As they're going to make a fire, he opened the windows. Jack looked at the smoke alarms; if they go off, will his parents get an alert? Lucy got down on her knees and drew another circle on the floor, this time, a simple one without any other symbols. Jack lit the candles, twenty-four of them and placed them around the circle. Following her instructions, he then sat the bucket in the middle of the ring and lit the fire. Lucy took command of his bedside table and placed the porcelain bowl on top of it. She filled it with water from a special-looking bottle and dropped a crystal in it. "Take this and put it in the fire. Also, say her name in your head." Lucy said, handing him the sage and wormwood. Jack nodded and shuffled to the fire, trying not to drop the herbs. 'Erin, Erin, Erin,' he chanted in his head. He threw the herbs into the fire and was immediately overwhelmed by the aroma. It tasted sickly sweet, unnatural like. He then retreated behind Lucy; she was kneeling on the floor and speaking into the bowl. It sounded like Latin; Jack could make out the occasional word. She was calling out for Erin. The fire grew larger and smoke billowed from the bucket, looking like a volcano erupting. The smoke turned black, then blue and finally into grey. Jack took a step forward, in a trance, his mouth wide open and his hands trembling. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Lucy with her eyes clenched shut and was now calling Erin's name. Her fingers dug into the table and she frantically said 'Erin' over and over. He saw the smoke begin to clear and a body appeared above the fire. Jack gasped. Erin! She looked stunned, her hand covering her face. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, shocked. Color poured into her clothing, turning the transparent household dress into black. Her skin returned to its ivory color, while her hair became reddish-brown just as he saw ten years ago. Lucy had stopped chanting; she also was staring at Erin. She looked shocked, maybe a little scared. Lucy stood up and slowly shuffled towards Jack, resting a hand on his shoulder; but she kept her distance from Erin, using Jack as a possible human shield. Erin was just as surprised as the two of them. She reached out her arm, amazed by it. This was real. Erin moved forward but awkwardly stumbled as if she missed a step going downstairs. She then took a couple of more steps and touched the floor, a new sensation for her. Taking a deep breath, Erin became dazed with the menthol-like odor of burning sage. Her eyes lit up and a smile beamed from her face; she could smell. She then turned her head, focusing on the two, who had resurrected her. Her clogs banged against the wooden floor as she walked to Lucy. The psychic was trembling in her presence. Lucy flinched as she touched her arm. "Thank ye," Erin whispered. She then leaned in, and kissed the surprised blonde. Lucy moaned, instantly enjoying the kiss. Jack watched on, shocked. He didn't know if he should be terrified or turned on. Lucy wrapped her hands around Erin's waist and pushed herself against the resurrected maid. Overwhelmed by a sudden desire, Lucy slid her tongue deep into Erin's mouth. She felt good, but so tired. Erin then released the medium and watched as Lucy collapsed onto the floor in a deep sleep. She turned to Jack and grinned. "Erin?" Jack asked. His hands were trembling and he felt that he was going to sink into the floor. This is it, right? This was what he wanted, but he had no idea how to respond. "Is it really you?" He eventually spat out. "Hi, Jack," Erin smiled. "Fuck;" Jack said. He reached out and touched her hand with his. Wasn't this just supposed to be a s ance? "I can't believe I can touch you." "Me too," Erin said. "How are you?" Jack asked in a deeply sincere tone. "Confused. It felt I was being called by an unknown force. Then it took me." "I'm sorry, but I really wanted to talk to you." "I understand. Oh, it feels good to be heard and to speak with my own voice." "I need to tell you something," Jack said, "The reason we're talking is because I wanted to help you. But I never asked if you actually needed my help." She went quiet, looking like she was thinking something over, in her head. "You said about unfinished business. Bu

Robert Franklin chats about his experiences of sight loss, independent travel and journey care. He is talking to Barry Snell.

Episode overviewKCSM 91.1 FM has been a lifeline for Bay Area jazz for six decades. Station Manager Dr. Robert Franklin joins Steve to talk about the station's live-curated sound, its massive library and preservation work, and the new documentary celebrating KCSM's history and community impact.Dr. Robert “Bob” Franklin — Station Manager, KCSM 91.1 FM; Executive Producer of KCSM: 60 Years of Broadcasting and Jazz.KCSM is one of the nation's last full-time jazz stations. Its curator-driven programming, archival footprint, and education mission make it a cornerstone of Bay Area music culture.·       How KCSM's “live curator” model builds a real-time bond with listeners.·       Inside the library: scope, preservation, and digitization efforts.·       The documentary's purpose—putting faces to the voices and placing KCSM within Bay Area cultural history.·       Student pathways via College of San Mateo and Studio 91.·       KCSM's community compact: listener support, local artist visibility, and freedom on the air.·       What “keeping jazz alive on Bay Area radio” looks like over the next decade.Host & Producer: Steve RobyShow: Backstage Bay Area Contact: backstagebayarea.comScreening InformationEvent: KCSM: 60 Years of Broadcasting and Jazz (documentary screening)Venue: Alameda Cinema, 2317 Central Ave., AlamedaDate & Time: Friday, November 1, 2:00 PMExtras: Post-film reception with refreshments; live DJ set by KCSM's Harry Duncan; tours of the California Historical Radio Society's vintage radios, historic studios, and hands-on broadcasting exhibits.Tickets & info: https://californiahistoricalradio.com/event/kcsm-documentary-screening-at-alameda-theater/Listen & support KCSM: https://www.kcsm.org

Send us a textThis week we celebrate 250 episodes of our Podcast, For People! From its inception until now our purpose has been singular, to talk about God, God's goodness and how we might respond to this good God made known to us in the person of Jesus Christ. Thus far, we have listeners in 142 countries. An immense thank you goes to Easton Davis, our producer, and Melissa Rau, my conversation partner, most weeks. Incredibly affirming and instructive for us in this work is that we have heard from so many telling us about the ways For People has been a blessing, companion and inspiration for them in their life with Christ. Please know that we understand it to be a privilege to make this offering. Psalm 118 helps me say how I really feel about this milestone, "You are my God, and I will thank you; you are my God, and I will exalt you. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good….” -Bishop Rob WrightIn the 250th episode, Melissa and Bishop Wright take listeners on a journey through some of the most profound moments from past conversations on For People. The four soundbites from podcasts guests include The Rev. Dr. Robert Franklin, Archbishop Hosam Elias Naom, Texas State Representative James Talarico, and Bishop Mariann Budde. These soundbites represent critical intersections of faith and life emphasizing the importance of moral leadership in our world today. Listen in for the full conversation. In celebrating 250 episodes, we have developed a survey to better understand how Bishop Wright's For People Podcast can continue to inspire, engage, and serve our listeners. Your feedback is invaluable in helping us improve the content, format, and overall experience of the podcast. Please take 5 minutes to complete the survey here.Support the show Follow us on IG and FB at Bishop Rob Wright.

Send us a textJoin us for Bishop Wright's latest podcast series: The Heart of Moral Leadership. Moral leadership is critical in turbulent political times because it provides a compass for guiding people through uncertainty, promoting justice, and fostering unity. In periods of division, leaders with strong ethical principles inspire trust, encourage empathy, and model behavior that prioritizes the common good over personal gain.Jesus' leadership, marked by compassion, forgiveness, and a radical commitment to loving one's neighbor, offers a moral framework that transcends political and social boundaries. His teachings focus on humility, service, and advocating for the marginalized—values that resonate throughout history and remain relevant today. In the series intro, Bishop Wright has a conversation with The Rev. Dr. Robert Franklin, Senior Advisor to the President of Emory University and the James T. and Berta R. Laney Chair in Moral Leadership. They discuss what defines a moral leader and draw examples from Jesus, Dr. King, and President Jimmy Carter. Dr. Franklin shares the importance of nurturing a collective responsibility, urging us all to embody ethical behaviors and cultivate a moral compass in our daily lives. Listen in for the full conversation. Dr. Franklin is the Senior Advisor to the President of Emory University and holds the James T. and Berta R. Laney Chair in Moral Leadership. Before joining Emory, Franklin was a visiting scholar at Stanford University's Martin Luther King Jr. Institute and Director of the Interfaith Religion Department at the Chautauqua Institution in New York. An ordained minister, Franklin served as President of the Interdenominational Theological Center (ITC) in Atlanta from 1997 to 2002.A celebrated author, Franklin has published four books: Moral Leadership: Integrity, Courage, Imagination (2020); Crisis in the Village: Restoring Hope in African American Communities (2007); Another Day's Journey: Black Churches Confronting the American Crisis (1997); and Liberating Visions: Human Fulfillment and Social Justice in African-American Thought (1990).Support the show Follow us on IG and FB at Bishop Rob Wright.

Robert Franklin Stroud var hallik som 18-åring, fugleentusiast, respektert ornitolog og en av de mest beryktede kriminelle i USA. Alt dette, til tross for at han satt fengslet fra 1909 og frem til sin død i 1963. Fredrik Sjaastad Næss og Bjørn-Henning Ødegaard fra Konspirasjonspodden har lansert en ny sesong av Verdens verste på Podme. Dette er en podkast om noen av historiens mest grusomme mennesker, både kjente og ukjente. I hver episode kan du lære noe nytt om personer du allerede har hørt om, eller bli kjent med skjebner du kanskje aldri har visst eksisterte. Denne podkasten inneholder sterke skildringer som kan oppleves som støtende av enkelte. I serien Ukens versting får du et lite utdrag fra ukens Verdens verste-episode. Hele episoden finner du inne hos Podme. Ansvarlig redaktør er Kristin Ward Heimdal. Hør alle episodene fra Verdens verste eksklusivt hos Podme. Prøv gratis på podme.com.

In 2012, photographer Matika Wilbur sold everything in her Seattle apartment and set off to document the 562 federally recognized indigenous tribes in the country. Over a decade and hundreds of thousands of miles later, she released a book called “Project 562.” We talked to Wilbur in June 2023 about her journey, her book, and her mission to provide Native Americans images that are more “useful, truthful, and beautiful.” The Native American sketch comedy group, the 1491s, initially said "no" when the Oregon Shakespeare Festival approached them about writing a play. But eventually the five-member group relented, and tackled Native American history with humor in the play "Between Two Knees" in October of 2019. We listen back to a conversation from that time with Bobby Wilson, a member of the 1491s, and Robert Franklin, the Native American Student and Community Center at PSU, which sent students down to Ashland to see the play.    

The history of Hanford nuclear reservation is often centered on the enormity of its original mission of refining plutonium to power the atomic bombs that would bring WWII to an end - and the clean up of the waste left behind. Robert Franklin is an assistant professor of history with Washington State University Tri-Cities and the assistant director  at the Hanford History Project. He’s made it his mission to highlight the lesser-known stories of the Hanford site’s impact. He sits down with us to share more about the larger history of the site and the lesser known stories, including the Black and low-income families who worked at Hanford.

Highway Patrol trooper Robert Franklin is dispatched to the remote mountain cabin of brooding New York City fashion magazine editor Charlotte Scott (recuperating from a nervous breakdown), as unexplained occurrences indicate the presence of a mysterious force. Bright flashes of light are seen, strange craters appear, and the trooper's car is turned on its side, breaking the radio. Back inside, they find the phone dead. Charlotte hears strange noises on the roof; when Robert goes outside to investigate, he finds that his car is back in place—covered in gigantic fingerprints. The two sleep nervously, and go out into the woods the next morning, seeking the giant monster. They find an enormous footprint, leading the socialite to run away, although the nearest village is 30 miles away. She soon stumbles and falls directly into the path of a 500-foot-tall alien with one eye. Realizing that no one will believe their story, the pair are left to stand against the beast. The alien doesn't attack or move, so Robert approaches and shoots it...and it deflates, revealing itself to be an enormous balloon. The true source of the problem is a small alien spacecraft, containing two aliens no bigger than a man's thumb. They reveal that all of their trickery has been foiled by "Earth men's failure to be frightened", beg their superiors to allow them to depart (or, in their eyes, face being crushed), and finally flee. Robert grins and wishes them luck: "Maybe the next place they land, they can be the giants." Charlotte asks what will happen if future invaders are giants; Robert informs her that "I think you'd spit in their eye." She smiles and the camera tilts to the skyline as Serling's voiceover begins.

Episode 13 features Robert Franklin, Gaming Lab Manager for the MGCB. Learn more about casino game testing, fairness, and integrity.  Facebook: MichiganGCBTwitter: @MichiganGCBInstagram: @michigangcb)LinkedIn: michigangcb

Charlotte Scott and state trooper Robert Franklin seem to be stalked by giants.Sean Magers and Keith Conrad are re-watching The Twilight Zone. Each week they share their reactions to each episode and even a little a little trivia along the way.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/time-enough-at-last/donations Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this edition of Closer Look: Martin Luther King, III and his wife, Arndrea Waters King talk about helping fund, The Drum Major Coalition. The goal is to support Black and Brown organizers across the country, that promote freedom, justice, and equality. Dr. Robert Franklin explains “Moral Leadership”, and how he was inspired to become a leader after the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. And, American bassist, Billy Cox relives his time performing with legendary musician, Jimi Hendrix. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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On Black Bartholomew's Day--August 24, 1662--nearly two thousand ministers denied the authority of the Church of England and were subsequently removed from their posts. Mary Franklin was the wife of Presbyterian minister Robert Franklin, one of the dissenting ministers ejected from their pulpits and their livings on that day. She recorded the experience of her persecution in the unused pages of her husband's sermon notebook. In 1782--some hundred years after the composition of her grandmother's narrative-- Mary's granddaughter, Hannah Burton, took up this same notebook to chronicle her experience as an impoverished widow, barely surviving the economic revolutions of eighteenth-century London. Collected for the first time, She Being Dead Yet Speaketh: The Franklin Family Papers (Iter Press, 2019) offers rare insight into the personal lives of three generations of dissenting women. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

On Black Bartholomew's Day--August 24, 1662--nearly two thousand ministers denied the authority of the Church of England and were subsequently removed from their posts. Mary Franklin was the wife of Presbyterian minister Robert Franklin, one of the dissenting ministers ejected from their pulpits and their livings on that day. She recorded the experience of her persecution in the unused pages of her husband's sermon notebook. In 1782--some hundred years after the composition of her grandmother's narrative-- Mary's granddaughter, Hannah Burton, took up this same notebook to chronicle her experience as an impoverished widow, barely surviving the economic revolutions of eighteenth-century London. Collected for the first time, She Being Dead Yet Speaketh: The Franklin Family Papers (Iter Press, 2019) offers rare insight into the personal lives of three generations of dissenting women. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/history

On Black Bartholomew's Day--August 24, 1662--nearly two thousand ministers denied the authority of the Church of England and were subsequently removed from their posts. Mary Franklin was the wife of Presbyterian minister Robert Franklin, one of the dissenting ministers ejected from their pulpits and their livings on that day. She recorded the experience of her persecution in the unused pages of her husband's sermon notebook. In 1782--some hundred years after the composition of her grandmother's narrative-- Mary's granddaughter, Hannah Burton, took up this same notebook to chronicle her experience as an impoverished widow, barely surviving the economic revolutions of eighteenth-century London. Collected for the first time, She Being Dead Yet Speaketh: The Franklin Family Papers (Iter Press, 2019) offers rare insight into the personal lives of three generations of dissenting women. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On Black Bartholomew's Day--August 24, 1662--nearly two thousand ministers denied the authority of the Church of England and were subsequently removed from their posts. Mary Franklin was the wife of Presbyterian minister Robert Franklin, one of the dissenting ministers ejected from their pulpits and their livings on that day. She recorded the experience of her persecution in the unused pages of her husband's sermon notebook. In 1782--some hundred years after the composition of her grandmother's narrative-- Mary's granddaughter, Hannah Burton, took up this same notebook to chronicle her experience as an impoverished widow, barely surviving the economic revolutions of eighteenth-century London. Collected for the first time, She Being Dead Yet Speaketh: The Franklin Family Papers (Iter Press, 2019) offers rare insight into the personal lives of three generations of dissenting women. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On Black Bartholomew's Day--August 24, 1662--nearly two thousand ministers denied the authority of the Church of England and were subsequently removed from their posts. Mary Franklin was the wife of Presbyterian minister Robert Franklin, one of the dissenting ministers ejected from their pulpits and their livings on that day. She recorded the experience of her persecution in the unused pages of her husband's sermon notebook. In 1782--some hundred years after the composition of her grandmother's narrative-- Mary's granddaughter, Hannah Burton, took up this same notebook to chronicle her experience as an impoverished widow, barely surviving the economic revolutions of eighteenth-century London. Collected for the first time, She Being Dead Yet Speaketh: The Franklin Family Papers (Iter Press, 2019) offers rare insight into the personal lives of three generations of dissenting women. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/christian-studies

On Black Bartholomew's Day--August 24, 1662--nearly two thousand ministers denied the authority of the Church of England and were subsequently removed from their posts. Mary Franklin was the wife of Presbyterian minister Robert Franklin, one of the dissenting ministers ejected from their pulpits and their livings on that day. She recorded the experience of her persecution in the unused pages of her husband's sermon notebook. In 1782--some hundred years after the composition of her grandmother's narrative-- Mary's granddaughter, Hannah Burton, took up this same notebook to chronicle her experience as an impoverished widow, barely surviving the economic revolutions of eighteenth-century London. Collected for the first time, She Being Dead Yet Speaketh: The Franklin Family Papers (Iter Press, 2019) offers rare insight into the personal lives of three generations of dissenting women. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/british-studies

Systemic racism is a crisis that daily impacts our patients and the communities in which we as Pediatricians practice medicine. As healthcare providers it is our responsibility to uphold values of justice, inclusion and equity as we serve our patient families as child advocates. Today, we will dive into what health equity is and the challenges that must be navigated in addressing health disparities, including understanding gaps of inclusion and equity in our hospital and clinics as a crucial first step in ensuring health justice for our patient families and colleagues. Today's discussion is such an important conversation for us to share with each of you, our listeners. I am fortunate to be joined by my colleagues Robert Franklin II and Dr. Brandi Freeman. Brandi and Robert work together for Diversity Health Equity and Inclusion at Children's Hospital Colorado. Robert serves as the Program Manager and Brandi as the Associate Vice Chair for Diversity, Equity and Inclusion in the department of Pediatrics. Brandi is also Assistant Professor of Pediatrics at the University of Colorado School of Medicine.

Texas A&M University's First LGBT Exhibit --- New General Manager KPFTWe speak with Dr. Francesca Marini, Programming and Outreach Librarian at Texas A&M University, about the exhibit, "Coming Out Together to Share Our History: LGBTQIA+ Collections in College Station, Houston and Beyond". In its first large-scale collaboration with the LGBTQ community, Texas A&M's Cushing Memorial Library and Archives highlights local queer history, including some special memorabilia from Houston. Coming Out Together to Share Our History: LGBTQIA+ Collections in College Station, Houston, and Beyond runs through December 16, and is a must-see slice of local queer history and everyday life.GUEST: Dr. Francesca Marini https://www.outsmartmagazine.com/2021/08/texas-am-exhibit-highlights-lgbtqia-history/Then, we speak with the new general manager of KPFT, Dr. Robert Franklin about his background and his vision for KPFT. Dr. Franklin last served as WVAS-FM station manager at Alabama State. He came to Alabama State University from Central State University in Wilberforce, Ohio where he served as Professor of Communication and General Manager of WCSU-FM, a Central State public radio station. He stands as a beacon for cooperative organizing where people work together for the greater good. His production portfolio contains examples of compelling programming, informative, in-depth interviews, and world-class documentaries designed to enlighten, educate, and inform the community. His body of work and his innumerable awards prove that he is a gifted and talented broadcast journalist who honors the ethical and honorable ways of true journalism. Recently Dr. Franklin won the Best Documentary award at the 2018 Houston Black Film Festival for his film “Rise: Mickey Leland, World Citizen” and was selected as the 2019 Educator of the Year by the Charles Young Buffalo Soldiers National Monument in Wilberforce, Ohio. GUEST: Dr. Robert Franklin https://kpft.org/

Episode 74 - Birdman of Alcatraz: Robert Franklin Stroud For more information please visit: www.itwasntmetruecrime.com and www.patreon.com/itwasntmepod Sources: Please visit www.itwasntmetruecrime.com https://murderpedia.org/male.S/s/stroud-robert.htm https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Stroud https://www.alcatrazhistory.com/stroud.htm https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Penitentiary,_Leavenworth https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Disciplinary_Barracks https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiv_(weapon) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confession_of_error --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/itwasntme/support

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS Thank you to our executive producer CW for Bowl After Bowl Episode 87 coming in with a monthly stonation! Shoutout to Boo-Bury, CMike, and SirVo for streaming those sats.  Don't be a mooch! Bowl After Bowl is a value-for-value podcast meaning you get our content for free with no ads. All we ask is the the love you make is equal to the love you take. If you receive value, send some back to us in return! There's lots of ways to do it: PayPal donations, cryptocurrencies, streaming satoshis on your favorite app, making art, sharing news stories, ISOs, or leaving a voicemail at (816) 607-3663. CRYPTOCURRENCY   Do you have a node yet? Every podcaster should have their own node! What are you waiting for? Just get in the car and drive, dude! Check out this article SirSpencer referenced, How to run a Lightning Network node on Windows. Consider Umbrel,  myNode, Voltage, or setting up a RaspiBlitz. And be sure to visit NewPodcastApps.com on the regular! TOP THREE 33 Rest in Peace, Joya. Born in 1988 at the San Diego Wild Animal Park, this 33-year-old greater one-horned rhino (also known as the Indian Rhino) was the oldest male in the Species Survival Plan of the Association of Zoos and Aquariums. Joya moved to Salina, Kansas' Rolling Hills Zoo in 1995 where he had been monitored by veterinarian staff for age-related issues for the past few months. Add another tally to the Clinton Body Count. This week, ABC 33/40 reporter Christopher Sign suicided. He broke the secret tarmac meeting between Bill Clinton and then-Attorney General Loretta Lynch in 2016, then published a book about it. After its release in February 2020, he told Fox & Friends his family received death threats which drove him out of Phoenix, Arizona back to Birmingham, Alabama -- to Channel 33. When asked about chain of custody documents for absentee ballots deposited into drop boxes for the November 3, 2020 election, a Fulton County election official admitted to The Georgia Star News "a few forms are missing" and "some procedural paperwork may have been misplaced." Coincidentally, Georgia is missing chain of custody documents for about 333,000 absentee ballots out of an estimated 600,000 which is pretty suspicious considering Biden only "won" by 12,000 votes in the Peach State. Lastly, neighbors called for a wellness check on a Glendora, California home after smelling a strong odor coming from it. Law enforcement found 33 cats -- 7 dead and 2 that had to be euthanized -- and one dog living in filthy conditions. THE COOF This week, 33 deaths were reported in Oman and the Punjab state of India. 33 new cases were reported in the Prey Veng province of Cambodia, Kentucky's Graves County, Massachusetts, Maui, New York's Monroe County, and Washington's Clark County. The CDC updated their travel guidance, moving 33 countries to their lowest risk category which is deemed safe for travel for anyone who got a coof shot. In England, a 33-year-old music teacher plead guilty to faking a COVID 'Fit to Fly' certificate to travel to Egypt by altering the date on a negative 'rona test PDF from February. An Egyptian airline worker spotted a missing digit on the certificate. He was found guilty of forgery and counterfeit offense of making a false instrument but was granted bail and is leaving the country ahead of his hearing, telling the judge he will be back in time for it and now has an up-to-date negative test certificate. Also, the symptoms for this scary new Delta variant are headaches, coughs, and sneezing...like a cold. WEED In 2007, Robert Franklin tossed a pound of weed out of his car during a traffic stop in Saline County, Missouri and received a 22-year prison sentence. But after serving more than a decade in prison, he has become the first 420POW to have his case commuted by Governor Mike Parson. Jeff Mizanskey was the last time weed-related POW freed by Governor Jay Nixon in 2015. Joints for Jabs launched Monday in Washington state, but dispensary owners aren't participating. Unlike other jab freebies which require citizens to simply flash their poked papers to claim their prize, Joints for Jabs requires pot shops to set up a vaccine clinic inside so only those with a fresh band-aid can claim their jay. Many don't have the space to set up a clinic inside, and healthcare providers are concerned about setting up shop in a place that distributes illegal drugs since that could jeopardize their federal funding. Since the program expires July 12, citizens planning to get poked in the pot shop might not be able to get their second shot in time. Participating pot shops will be able to cash in on a tax break for product they give away unlike alcohol retailers, but that doesn't help much when they are still unfairly facing Section 180E. Last Tokin' Tuesday, the pain management committee for the NFL and NFL Players Association announced it will provide $1 million in funding for research into pain management with cannabis and cannabinoids. Five grants are expected to be awarded around Thanksgiving. Arkansas' medical sales exceeded $330 million since the market launched in 2019 and last month, May 2021, Maine hit a new record with $5.4 million in recreational sales. The Montana group opposing the 2020 voter-approved recreational initiative has dropped its lawsuit since Governor Greg Gianforte signed House Bill 701 into law, amending the legalization law voters passed. The lawsuit claimed the initiative was unconstitutional for earmarking a portion of tax revenues from federally illegal marijuana sales, contending only the legislature can determine how tax revenue is spent. Tomorrow, June 16, 2021 at 10 AM, the Connecticut legislature will hold a special session to determine the fate of the recreational weed bill mentioned previously on Bowl After Bowl. Rhode Island will have to wait a little longer for a recreational market, as the backers of three adult-use bills failed to compromise and likely won't before the end of the legislative session the last week of June. Today, Representatives Bonnie Watson Coleman (D-NJ) and Cori Bush (D-MO) unveiled the Drug Policy Reform Act (DPRA) to end criminal penalties for drug possession federally and incentivize state and local governments to adopt decriminalization policies by limiting their eligibility to receive funds if they don't. The bill also proposes moving regulatory power from the Attorney General to the Secretary of Health and Human Services, record expungement and resentencing, "reinvesting in alternative health-centered approaches," prohibiting drug tests for individuals to receive federal benefits, prohibiting the use of civil asset forfeiture related to personal drug possession cases, and establishing a Commission on Substance Use, Health and Safety to determine benchmark amounts for drug possession and publish a report including recommendations for preventing the prosecution of individuals processing, distributing, or dispensing personal use quantities. In 2018, Tampa-based Florigrown sued the state over its licensing process which resulted in three of the 22 licensed operators controlling two-thirds of the market. Six license holders account for 90% of sales. They hoped the state would provide standalone licenses for small businesses and break up the vertical scheme, but the Supreme Court just ruled against them in a 6-1 decision saying the Florida Legislature met its constitutional obligations in enacting a limited-license vertical structure. With the lawsuit over, the state's licensing freeze comes to an end. It is likely state regulators will issue 15 new vertical licenses over the next six months. The Ohio State Medical Board added Huntington's disease, spasticity or severe muscle spasms, and terminal illness as qualifying conditions for medical weed. Earlier in the year, the board granted separate requests to add arthritis, chronic migraines, and complex regional pain syndrome but rejected petitions to include autism spectrum disorder and restless leg syndrome. In Colorado, 21 individuals were arrested in connection to a black market marijuana and money laundering scheme. They are accused of growing millions of dollars worth of pot across metro Denver and funneling their profits to China through social media apps. The investigation began in August 2020 and investigators have since seized thousands of plants, hundreds of pounds of packaged pot, and about $1 million. Charges range from racketeering and conspiracy to drug cultivation, distribution, and money laundering. Federal investigators found the money cycled from the US to China to Central and South America, then back to the US. Two individuals were allegedly involved in the illegal Oklahoma grow op referenced in Bowl After Bowl Episode 80: I Shitted My Priorities. Yesterday (Monday, June 14, 2021), the California legislature approved a $100-million plan to strengthen their legal industry which continues to struggle in competition with the emerald market five years after voters approved recreational sales. Grants will be provided to cities and counties to help businesses transition from provisional to regular licenses. It's a complicated process to get a permanent, annually-renewed license from a temporary one, requiring high costs and developing a plan to reduce the harms of the industry's negative environmental impacts. Speaking of negative impacts, Sacramento is being sued by a number of unidentified weed businesses for establishing "Neighborhood Responsibility Plan" fees equal to 1% of gross revenue on top of a 4% business operations tax on gross receipts -- even though the city failed to identify a single negative impact from cannabiz operations. After receiving eight complaints about a growing operation's odor March 2019, Santa Barbara County filed the jurisdiction's first nuisance lawsuit against Island View Ranch and Island Breeze Farms.  The lawsuit also claims Island Breeze hasn't "diligently pursued" obtaining the county and state business licenses to operate and therefore is illegally growing and processing weed. First Time I Ever... #FTIE The bowlers discuss the first time they ever held a baby and next week, we want to hear about the first time YOU ever saw a lover's junk. Leave a voicemail day or night! If you're voice shy, feel free to send a text message: (816) 607-3663 Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling. #FIDLGB A man from Cape Cod spent 40 seconds in the mouth of a humpback whale.  Some lucky duck in Ontario bought a painting for $5 at a thrift store which turned out to be a David Bowie original! A Kansas Lottery player celebrated their birthday with one of the state's largest Keno jackpots off a Quick Pick. An analysis published by the journal Environmental Science and Technology Letters found commonly used cosmetics contain high levels of potentially toxic chemicals not listed on labels which can be ingested through lip products or absorbed through the skin and tear ducts to enter the bloodstream.  An Atlanta cashier was shot and killed over a face diaper argument. There's a petition for Jeff Bezos to buy and eat the Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. A suspicious vehicle complaint turned up a man stuck in a vineyard fan. A couple in Alberta, Canada are paying a $500 fine after their gender-reveal party caused a small wildfire. A White House press corps flight to England was delayed due to mechanical issues caused by cicadas. Jack Herer told us first, but now the science is catching up since Oxford University's Environmental Change Institute says hemp could save the planet from climate change.

Robert Franklin es traductor técnico para empresas europeas, descubrió Radio Jai hace relativamente poco, lo atrajo la música y las entrevistas. Se fue del país en 1978 a trabajar en un barco a la Antártida, luego a Estados Unidos, Gran bretaña y luego unos cuantos años en Alemania, 27 años. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/radiojai/message

In this episode, Shelly continues her conversation with Robert Franklin, Archivist & Oral Historian at the Hanford History Project. They discuss how Hanford's B-Reactor became a Manhattan Project National Historical Site, local vs. national interpretation of history, the local high school mascot, and civil rights. Visit us at: mynuclearlife.com Patreon: www.patreon.com/mynuclearlife

In this episode, Shelly and Robert Franklin, Archivist & Oral Historian of the Hanford History Project dive into the history of the Hanford Laboratory and B-Reactor located in Washington State. They discuss why this site is the lesser known of the Manhattan project laboratories and what you can see if you visit today. Visit us at: mynuclearlife.com Patreon: www.patreon.com/mynuclearlife

THE DEAD FREIGHTS out of Southhampton, UK are on the show to introduce the band and discuss their releases “Fever and The Thunder” and “Suffering Safari”. This is a fun episode. The band reminds me of The Beatles in sound, attitude & character. You will enjoy the banter between the band & me. ~ Shay Band members Charlie & Louis (Louie) join us Band Press Release: Southampton quartet and local legends The Dead Freights announce their new single ‘Fever & The Thunder'. Recorded at Mi7 Studios with Daisy Palmer (Feverist, Paloma Faith) and mixed by Josh Ager (Beabadobee) with help from Pete Robertson (The Vaccines), the single comes straight after their previous single ‘Stray Dogs' which has received lots of radio support, media coverage and a Louder Than War premiere. The track combines disco beats and tasteful guitar techniques with a gritty production highlighting the band's signature, grubby sound. With frontman Charlie James emphasizing that “the lyrics act as a stream of consciousness”, the band aim to combine elements of disco (Fever) and traditional rock ‘n' roll (Thunder) whilst providing a catchy melody at the same time. “It's us running with the grunge disco thing. ‘Fever & The Thunder' is like a sleazy house-party with a constant groove.” Charlie James states. “'Fever & The Thunder' goes to the grungiest Disco places we have ever been,” Drummer Louis Duarte begins. “'Fever' could easily be a doth of the cap to Night Fever and my four to the floor (ish) beat in the chorus, like it or not, is definitely inspired by John Travolta's hips. But what if things get too metronomic? Well, we're no slaves to the grid baby! We stretch time in the final stages of this, just before the gut punch of an ending… I guess that's where the ‘Thunder' comes in' The band sold out two shows at Southampton's iconic venue The Stage Door and ‘Fever & The Thunder' is second in an exciting string of four releases. Next on the release agenda is "Batman". After recording a live video at Abbey Road Studios in the infamous Studio 2 (following in the footsteps of the band's biggest influence, The Beatles), The Dead Freights have headlined a This Feeling headline tour all over the U.K. which saw most nights sold out- including an unforgettable Nambucca show that sold out in record time. The band are kicking out hard with a string of new singles, show announcements and even managing to bag themselves a festival slot this year (despite that proving near-on impossible). With social distance measures in places, it is going to prove even harder to keep your hands off The Dead Freights. With good looks, charisma and bags of charm, they are a train that can't be stopped. Lead Vocals/Guitar: Charlie James Guitar/Backing Vocals: Robert Franklin Bass: Robby Spencer Drums: Louis Duarte https://youtu.be/N0rPLgI1zYg Song Credits: Written by: Charlie James, Robert Franklin, Robby Spencer, Louis Duarte. Produced by: The Dead Freights, Marc Burford, Undy Hunt, Dan Mills. Engineered by: Undy Hunt. Mixed by: Josh Ager. Mastered by: Joshua Davenport. Recorded at: Sunrise Sound Studio Directed by: The Dead Freights. https://youtu.be/6PL125U1ARw Song Credits: Written by: Charlie James, Robert Franklin, Robby Spencer, Louis Duarte. Produced by: The Dead Freights, Daisy Palmer, Dan Mills, Callum Ryan. Engineered by: Daisy Palmer. Mixed by: Josh Ager. Mastered by: Joshua Davenport Recorded at: Mi7 Studios, LDN. Directed by: The Dead Freights & Mitchell Wiseman. Facebook Twitter Youtube Instagram Spotify Google-play Apple-alt

The new PBS documentary “The Black Church: This Is Our Story, This Is Our Song” debuts tonight. The documentary led by Henry Louis Gates Jr. traces and explores the 400-year-old history of the Black church in America. Dr. Robert Franklin, James T. and Berta R. Laney Professor in Moral Leadership at Emory University and Rev. Kim Jackson, an Episcopal priest and Georgia State Senator talk with Rose about the importance of the documentary and the significance of the Black church in American history and politics.

On this week's episode we talk with the Native American Student & Community Center (NASCC) about their community, how to get involved and engage both within NASCC and the PSU community as a whole, & the impacts of systemic racism on health and community. Special thanks to Trevino Brings Plenty, Yolonda Salguiero, & Robert Franklin for being a part of this episode Transcription) https://drive.google.com/file/d/1bqhSry3e4kuXzxMyb5i41Fdk7HLvvK8g/view?usp=sharing Coming Soon: (As of Winter Term 2021) A project that is in the works, is the renaming of the street that the NASCC is located on. Currently the street is named Jackson St. after Andrew Jackson a U.S. President who took part in creating a legacy that does not need to be celebrated or memorialized. If you are interested in pushing this project forward, please reach out to the President's Office to make sure that it stays on top of the agenda. You can also reach out to the NASCC to be involved in the process of what the new street name should be, once the project moves past the City of Portland & PSU's President's Office. Remember, our voices are powerful!! Ask the President) https://portlandstate.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_5gpXpK6XLHeOTlj NASCC Contact Info: Website) https://www.pdx.edu/native-american-center/student-support NASCC's Linktree) https://linktr.ee/psu_nascc NASCC Insta) @pdx_nascc Email) nascc@pdx.edu Phone) (503) 725-9695 NASCC – Ways to Support - If you are able to financially contribute to funds & programs) https://www.psuf.org/native-american-student-and-community-center - Volunteer!! :D For SHAC Counseling Services, please call 503-725-2800 or visit the website: https://www.pdx.edu/health-counseling/counseling Have any questions or feedback? Fill out our google form, feel free to shoot us an email, or slide into our DMs on Instagram! Google Form for Questions: https://forms.gle/obDVnDMGWPKUtJVm6 Email: what@pdx.edu // Instagram: @psu_what (www.instagram.com/psu_what/) WHAT Website: https://www.pdx.edu/health-counseling/what Virtual Mind Spa: https://www.pdx.edu/health-counseling/virtual-mind-spa

Xernona Clayton, Congressman John Lewis and Reverend C.T. Vivian were close friends for several decades. Today’s program begins with a conversation with the journalist and fellow civil rights pioneer about their friendship and what she wants the world to know about their lives and legacies.Then, we turn to a conversation about Lewis’ political career with Denis O’Hayer, host of the WABE podcast,“Political Breakfast.” We also revisit a previous conversation with former Republican U.S. Senator Johnny Isakson, who spoke with Rose in December 2019 about his friendship with Lewis.Finally, Spelman College President Mary Schmidt Campbell, Doug Shipman, president and CEO of the Woodruff Arts Center, Maurice Hobson, author and assistant professor of African-American Studies at Georgia State University, Dr. Meria Carstarphen, former Atlanta Public Schools Superintendent and Dr. Robert Franklin, the James T. and Berta R. Laney Professor in Moral Leadership at Emory University, talk about Lewis’s legacy, mentorship and leadership style.

On this episode Leo interviews Robert Franklin. Aside from international marketing strategies, they'll be discussing about how business could be one of the antidotes to rising nationalism. Robert has more than 10 years of digital and international marketing experience based in the US, China, and Japan. Robert (Bobby) has an international MBA, Six-Sigma Green Belt certification, and Mandarin Chinese background. With a special focus on brand marketing and digitalization, he uses various platforms and tools to help align and improve organizations' online and offline marketing and communication efforts. Currently Bobby is International Marketing Manager at Giti Tire, and is also actively involved with the American Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai. He also has traveled to 38 countries for business and pleasure, and enjoys helping build beneficial connections and understanding across borders.Connect with Robert on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/robertfranklin1/ -LinkedIn company page: https://www.linkedin.com/company/giti-tire - Self-learning is of paramount importance in the business world, listen to your international peers and step up your game.Connect with Leonardo on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/leonardo-marra26/ -Follow the page on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/65338319/

In his obituary, the New York Times called Robert Franklin Stroud “probably America’s most famous convict.” He rose to notoriety late in life, after author and former corrections officer Thomas E. Gaddis wrote a book about him in 1955 titled “Birdman of Alcatraz.” A few years later, this turned into a movie of the same name starring Burt Lancaster in the title role. This was a major Hollywood production, which proved popular with moviegoers and critics and received four Academy Award nominations.

Today we'll be going in a far different direction than we did in our last episode. We're going to talk about Robert F. Williams, a black activist that inspired other black activists who went on to be way more famous than him, but he did some major ass kicking to lead the way. Dude had gunfights with the Klan and pulled guns on racist cops who tried to feed him to a mob. He also fought hard against segregation and was ultimately driven out of the country for it. Definitely a guy worth learning about. Enjoy!

This is a new book of Robert Franklin entitled Moral Leadership: Integrity, Courage, Imagination that tackles virtues and attributes a moral leader possesses.

The Native American sketch comedy group, the 1491s, initially said “no” when the Oregon Shakespeare Festival approached them about writing a play. But eventually the 5 member group relented, and tackled Native American history with humor in the play “Between Two Knees.” Bobby Wilson is a member of the 1491s and Robert Franklin is the Native American Student and Community Center at PSU, which is sending students down to Ashland to see the play.

Dr. Robert Franklin, Professor of Moral Leadership at Emory University preaches a sermon entitled "Redemptive Discontent". The Marsh Chapel Choir sings "The eyes of all wait upon thee" by Jean Berger and "Prayer to Jesus" by Oldroyd along with service music and hymns.

Dr. Robert Franklin, Professor of Moral Leadership at Emory University preaches a sermon entitled "Redemptive Discontent". The Marsh Chapel Choir sings "The eyes of all wait upon thee" by Jean Berger and "Prayer to Jesus" by Oldroyd along with service music and hymns.

Dr. Robert Franklin, Professor of Moral Leadership at Emory University preaches a sermon entitled "Concerning Moral Leadership". The Youth Choir of Glenn Memorial United Methodist Church joins the Marsh Chapel Choir in singing service music and hymns.

Dr. Robert Franklin, Professor of Moral Leadership at Emory University preaches a sermon entitled "Concerning Moral Leadership". The Youth Choir of Glenn Memorial United Methodist Church joins the Marsh Chapel Choir in singing service music and hymns.

Listen in as Retro Productions Artistic Director Heather E. Cunningham, who plays the eponymous Mary of Mary, Mary, along with fellow performers Chris Harcum, Robert Franklin Neill, & Desmond Dutcher, and director Shay Gines, discuss digging into a zippy comedy, … Continue reading →

Today on The Neil Haley Show, The Total Tutor Neil Haley will interview  Jocko Sims  and Tyler Labine of NBC's New Amsterdam. Tyler Labine plays Dr. Iggy Frome on NBC's new drama "New Amsterdam." Labine nurtures an impressive body of work that encompasses comedy and drama. In addition to recently appearing as the star of Lionsgate's comedy series "Deadbeat" for Hulu, on which he served as a producer, he also starred on Fox's "Sons of Tucson" and has been a series regular on NBC's "Animal Practice," CBS' "Mad Love" and the CW's "Reaper." Jocko Sims stars as Dr. Floyd Reynolds on the NBC drama "New Amsterdam."   Sims is an actor, writer and producer who has had roles in numerous film and television projects, including "Dreamgirls," "Jarhead" and the 2014 summer box office smash "Dawn of the Planet of the Apes." For his first series, Sims had a co-starring role on the Starz original series "Crash." For the past five years, he has starred as Lt. Carlton Burk on the TNT network hit "The Last Ship," which is currently in its last season. While on hiatus from "The Last Ship," Sims portrayed Robert Franklin on Showtime's second season of "Masters of Sex." In his downtime from the above projects, Sims has recurred and/or guest-starred on several television series, including "Franklin & Bash," "Castle," "Grey's Anatomy," "NCIS," "Burn Notice," "CSI," "Bones" and most recently on Showtime's "I'm Dying Up Here."

The 10th President of Morehouse College, Dr. Robert Franklin had five "Be Well Statements."  All five of them and few more were things I already held in regard of my own life, but because Dr. Franklin was here on Earth well before I was, I'm going to give him the nod. I do have a few others that I have attached and hold just as much in high regard.  Being well is never just succeeding in one area of your life it is succeeding in a duplicity of areas. When we can learn to succeed in several areas we go from beinng to good, to being phenomenal. 

1/17/2017. Rev. Dr. Robert Franklin delivers his sermon titled, "The Virtue of Vigilance" in Cannon Chapel sanctuary. Scripture reading: Isaiah 9:1-7.

Since April of 2015, the narrative of the Baltimore uprising has been inextricably woven into the fabric of a broader national conversation about how police relate to communities of color, tempered by more deaths of Black and Brown people at the hands of police, targeted murders of law enforcement officers, and an acrimonious Presidential campaign. This morning, reporter Mary Wiltenburg brings us a Sound Montage from Baltimore’s West Side. Police and protesters: Voices from the Uprising. Then, our Living Questions Series continues with the Rev. Dr. Robert Franklin , the President Emeritus of Morehouse College and Professor of Moral Leadership at Emory University. Followed by Baker Artist Award winner Todd Marcus on the joys of the bass clarinet.

Listen by Clicking Play Button Above Or by Subscribing in iTunes, Stitcher or where you listen to podcasts. Summary Dr. Derrick Hudson joins us to discuss Liberating Visions by Dr. Robert Franklin and the question of freedom. Links Dr. Derrick Hudson’s Page at Colorado School of Mines Book:  Liberating Visions: Human Fulfillment and Social Justice in African-American Thought […]

01/21/2015. Dr Robert M. Franklin, Jr. Delivers the first Dean's lecture of 2015 on the topic: From Here to There: Dr. King's Vision,Our Current Reality and the Way Forward

This video is about Robert Franklin - Candler Dean's Lecture - From Here to There: Dr. King's Vision, Our Current Reality and the Way Forward. Jan. 21st, 2015.

10/02/2014. Sermon titled "The Adventure Continues" by The Rev. Dr. Robert M. Franklin, James T. & Berta R. Laney Chair in Moral Leadership, at Thursday Chapel service. Scripture reading James 1:1-12.

Chuck Morse talks in the first hour with Robert Franklin about upcoming Ken Burns documentary addressing the mountains of rules and regulations cholking our system of due process. Chuck talks in the second hour with John. G. West, editor of "The Magicians Twin" about the legacy of C.S.Lewis and his views on Darwinism. John is with the Discovery Institute

Robert Franklin says Americans accused of wrong doing have lost the presumption of innocence.    Mike Farris from the HSLDA, says the UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities is going to hand over American sovereignty to the UN...again.  Iowans wonder about Wisconsin's white deer.  

Guests include: Robert Franklin, Edwin Moses, Luddy Hayden, Emmanuel Jal, Virginia Floyd, Julius Coles

“No drop” prosecutions are becoming a plague in the American judicial system.  The term refers to a case that a prosecutor will pursue at all costs, even if it means the willful conviction of an innocent person.  Right now in the state of Maine one of those prosecutions has led to the harassment and abuse of Vladek Filler and quite likely a number of other innocent men. And as reported in the Bangor Daily News, it is beginning to cause an uproar. On this episode of AVfM Radio we are going to take a closer look at no drop prosecutions and their sometimes horriffic consequences.  We will be joined by attorney Robert Franklin of Father's and Families. Also joining us will be Attorney Lisa Scott of Taking Action Against Bias in the System (TAABS).

Pentecostalism began on the American frontier, and it has become one of the largest expressions of global Christianity. In less than a century, it has grown to hundreds of millions of adherents. Today, Pentecostalism is pan-denominational. There are charismatic Catholics and Lutherans, unaffiliated Pentecostal communities, and established Pentecostal traditions, most prominently the Assemblies of God. Host Krista Tippett speaks with a theologian about the rise of Pentecostal worship among African-Americans in every denomination and a sociologist on her study of modern day Pentecostals — whom she sees as mystics among us.