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Jackie Bonath was a public school teacher for 14 years before quitting her job earlier this year to launch Creekside Cottage School, a full-time, multi-age microschool located in Gahanna, Ohio, a close suburb of Columbus, that is focused on nature-based learning. With 20 students already enrolled for this fall, and daily inquiries from interested parents, Jackie sees growing demand for innovative education options in her area. ***  Sign up for Kerry's free, weekly email newsletter on education trends at edentrepreneur.org.

The city's longest tenured alder, Walter Burnett Jr., is stepping down at the end of the month after 30 years leading the 27th ward. While the Mayor will choose the replacement alder, Burnett Jr. is hopeful the seat will stay in his family. Executive producer Simone Alicea and host Jacoby Cochran discuss Burnett Jr.'s legacy in the ward, his potential successor Walter Burnett III, and reports that the alder is on a shortlist to lead the Chicago Housing Authority. Plus, the city is way behind on lead pipe removals, and would you stay in Michael Jordan's former Highland Park mansion turned Airbnb? Good News: Build Coffee and Books Bookclub Want some more City Cast Chicago news? Then make sure to sign up for our Hey Chicago newsletter.  Follow us @citycastchicago You can also text us or leave a voicemail at: 773 780-0246 Learn more about the sponsors of this July 15 episode: Top Marks Prep – Receive 15% off when you use the link Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Become a member of City Cast Chicago. Interested in advertising with City Cast? Find more info HERE

In this episode of Producer Points, Justin sits down with groundbreaking producer, songwriter, and label founder Elie Rizk — the creative force behind hits for KESHI, Bella Poarch, Renee Rapp, Jessie Murph, mazie, Sub Urban, Diplo, and more. Elie shares the stories and techniques behind some of his biggest productions and explains how his label Good Boy Records is changing the game for songwriters.

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Through deep attention to sense and feeling, Go with God grapples with the centrality of Evangelical faith in Rio de Janeiro's subúrbios, the city's expansive and sprawling peripheral communities. Based on sensory ethnographic fieldwork and attuned to religious desire and manipulation, this book shows how Evangelical belief has changed the way people understand their lives in relation to Brazil's history of violent racial differentiation and inequality. From expressions of otherworldly hope to political exhaustion, Go with God depicts Evangelical life as it is lived and explores where people turn to find grace, possibility, and a future. Mentioned in this episode: Denyer Willis, Laurie. 2018. “‘It smells like a thousand angels marching': The Salvific Sensorium in Rio de Janeiro's Western Subúrbios.” Cultural Anthropology 33, no. 2: 324–348. Laurie Denyer Willis is Senior Lecturer in Social Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh. Liliana Gil is Assistant Professor of Comparative Studies (STS) at The Ohio State University. 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

Through deep attention to sense and feeling, Go with God grapples with the centrality of Evangelical faith in Rio de Janeiro's subúrbios, the city's expansive and sprawling peripheral communities. Based on sensory ethnographic fieldwork and attuned to religious desire and manipulation, this book shows how Evangelical belief has changed the way people understand their lives in relation to Brazil's history of violent racial differentiation and inequality. From expressions of otherworldly hope to political exhaustion, Go with God depicts Evangelical life as it is lived and explores where people turn to find grace, possibility, and a future. Mentioned in this episode: Denyer Willis, Laurie. 2018. “‘It smells like a thousand angels marching': The Salvific Sensorium in Rio de Janeiro's Western Subúrbios.” Cultural Anthropology 33, no. 2: 324–348. Laurie Denyer Willis is Senior Lecturer in Social Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh. Liliana Gil is Assistant Professor of Comparative Studies (STS) at The Ohio State University. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/latin-american-studies

Through deep attention to sense and feeling, Go with God grapples with the centrality of Evangelical faith in Rio de Janeiro's subúrbios, the city's expansive and sprawling peripheral communities. Based on sensory ethnographic fieldwork and attuned to religious desire and manipulation, this book shows how Evangelical belief has changed the way people understand their lives in relation to Brazil's history of violent racial differentiation and inequality. From expressions of otherworldly hope to political exhaustion, Go with God depicts Evangelical life as it is lived and explores where people turn to find grace, possibility, and a future. Mentioned in this episode: Denyer Willis, Laurie. 2018. “‘It smells like a thousand angels marching': The Salvific Sensorium in Rio de Janeiro's Western Subúrbios.” Cultural Anthropology 33, no. 2: 324–348. Laurie Denyer Willis is Senior Lecturer in Social Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh. Liliana Gil is Assistant Professor of Comparative Studies (STS) at The Ohio State University. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/anthropology

Through deep attention to sense and feeling, Go with God grapples with the centrality of Evangelical faith in Rio de Janeiro's subúrbios, the city's expansive and sprawling peripheral communities. Based on sensory ethnographic fieldwork and attuned to religious desire and manipulation, this book shows how Evangelical belief has changed the way people understand their lives in relation to Brazil's history of violent racial differentiation and inequality. From expressions of otherworldly hope to political exhaustion, Go with God depicts Evangelical life as it is lived and explores where people turn to find grace, possibility, and a future. Mentioned in this episode: Denyer Willis, Laurie. 2018. “‘It smells like a thousand angels marching': The Salvific Sensorium in Rio de Janeiro's Western Subúrbios.” Cultural Anthropology 33, no. 2: 324–348. Laurie Denyer Willis is Senior Lecturer in Social Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh. Liliana Gil is Assistant Professor of Comparative Studies (STS) at The Ohio State University. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/sociology

Through deep attention to sense and feeling, Go with God grapples with the centrality of Evangelical faith in Rio de Janeiro's subúrbios, the city's expansive and sprawling peripheral communities. Based on sensory ethnographic fieldwork and attuned to religious desire and manipulation, this book shows how Evangelical belief has changed the way people understand their lives in relation to Brazil's history of violent racial differentiation and inequality. From expressions of otherworldly hope to political exhaustion, Go with God depicts Evangelical life as it is lived and explores where people turn to find grace, possibility, and a future. Mentioned in this episode: Denyer Willis, Laurie. 2018. “‘It smells like a thousand angels marching': The Salvific Sensorium in Rio de Janeiro's Western Subúrbios.” Cultural Anthropology 33, no. 2: 324–348. Laurie Denyer Willis is Senior Lecturer in Social Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh. Liliana Gil is Assistant Professor of Comparative Studies (STS) at The Ohio State University. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/religion

Through deep attention to sense and feeling, Go with God grapples with the centrality of Evangelical faith in Rio de Janeiro's subúrbios, the city's expansive and sprawling peripheral communities. Based on sensory ethnographic fieldwork and attuned to religious desire and manipulation, this book shows how Evangelical belief has changed the way people understand their lives in relation to Brazil's history of violent racial differentiation and inequality. From expressions of otherworldly hope to political exhaustion, Go with God depicts Evangelical life as it is lived and explores where people turn to find grace, possibility, and a future. Mentioned in this episode: Denyer Willis, Laurie. 2018. “‘It smells like a thousand angels marching': The Salvific Sensorium in Rio de Janeiro's Western Subúrbios.” Cultural Anthropology 33, no. 2: 324–348. Laurie Denyer Willis is Senior Lecturer in Social Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh. Liliana Gil is Assistant Professor of Comparative Studies (STS) at The Ohio State University. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Through deep attention to sense and feeling, Go with God grapples with the centrality of Evangelical faith in Rio de Janeiro's subúrbios, the city's expansive and sprawling peripheral communities. Based on sensory ethnographic fieldwork and attuned to religious desire and manipulation, this book shows how Evangelical belief has changed the way people understand their lives in relation to Brazil's history of violent racial differentiation and inequality. From expressions of otherworldly hope to political exhaustion, Go with God depicts Evangelical life as it is lived and explores where people turn to find grace, possibility, and a future. Mentioned in this episode: Denyer Willis, Laurie. 2018. “‘It smells like a thousand angels marching': The Salvific Sensorium in Rio de Janeiro's Western Subúrbios.” Cultural Anthropology 33, no. 2: 324–348. Laurie Denyer Willis is Senior Lecturer in Social Anthropology at the University of Edinburgh. Liliana Gil is Assistant Professor of Comparative Studies (STS) at The Ohio State University. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In some markets, you can buy suburban office property for as low as $10/ft where it costs $200/ft to build. What's more, you don't have to find off-market deals, they're listed publicly on LoopNet, Crexi, and other prominent sites. As workers have moved to the suburbs and left downtown offices, they've chosen to work closer to home. Suburban buildings with one to three person offices in particular are seeing strong tenant demand. As a result, many suburban office buildings are at 90% occupancy.  Ash Patel, a successful discount Value-Add investor, invests in office buildings, flex Industrial, strip retail, and ground up construction. Ash doubles his money on most deals in three to five years. 

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 Weekend Samplers: Part 3.A Trip to Walter & Vera's Lake house.Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Ken and I tightened the moorings on the boat and decided the worst of the weather was over. We headed to the marina to find out the weather forecast, and it looked like it was going to rain the rest of the night, and into the morning. No campfire tonight.We grabbed a few six-packs and decided to check out the campground lodge. Ken's tow straps came in handy as we ended up helping the park staff clear the essential roads, on our way to the lodge. Twenty minutes of tugging and dodging felled trees later, we pulled up to the unusually crowded lodge. On an average weekend, you'd have trouble believing the lodge was open, but on this early night, even with the few campers that showed up yesterday, there were at least three families, a half dozen couples, and a church youth group.Heavy wind and rain didn't make camping in tents very fun, so most of the campers decided to head to the lodge to get out of the weather, enjoy some popcorn, and maybe catch a free movie. Herbie the Love Bug was playing on this particular evening.Mixed in the crowd, sitting in the back, were the older couple we met at the floating dock. The woman caught my eye, and apparently, I caught hers as she sprang up to greet me."I thought we might see you here!" she said happily. Her breath carried the smell of gin, which was almost expected, but her perfume smelled like something Angie wore whenever she wanted to get fucked. "I'm Vera," she held out her hand; "and this is my husband, Walter."I shook her hand and introduced Ken and myself. She bluntly asked if we were gay. After a little laughter, we explained that our "significant" others were taking a nap back in the camper. She asked if we were married, to which Ken reluctantly replied; "Just me.""Well, just because you're married doesn't mean you can't have any fun, right?" Walter asked."Oh, I still have fun. Sometimes more than I deserve. " Ken added.This last comment caused Vera to raise an eyebrow. She looked at me, then looked me over."How about you? Do you still have fun?" she asked. She had a disarming, flirtatious way of talking and moving. He body language was very provocative.“Yes we do.” I added. “There are some worn out women who would agree, if they weren't napping, just now.”Walter didn't appear to mind, or pay any attention to us. He was too busy looking at the female half of a young couple sitting across from us. The girl's bikini top was wet and probably cold by the look of her erect nipples."Yeah, I think I still have plenty of fun." I smiled and looked at Walter, trying to draw Vera's attention to his gaze."Plenty to go around?" Vera pursued. She moved closer to me and rubbed her cleavage onto my upper arm. She gently rested her hand on my ass, and pulled my hand onto hers. I instinctively gave her cheek a squeeze and was surprised at the firmness."Do you work out?" I asked."Once a day. Sometimes twice if I have a little extra energy" she smiled. She stepped away and gave a little turn like a runway model at the end of the runway. "What do you think?" she asked."I think whatever you're doing is working very well for you. Your husband must be very happy." I added."Walter?" she balked. "He's happy, alright, as long as I keep letting him jerk off to the likes of little miss nipples over there."I wasn't sure if I was playing into her hands or she was playing into mine, but I think we were thinking along the same lines. I looked her over and noticed she had done a very good job of maintaining a dark tan without letting her skin turn to leather. Her body was as firm and tight as a Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader, but her face gave her age away, especially when she smiled, which unfortunately, was quite often."How old do you think I am?" she asked."I don't know, and it wouldn't be polite for me to guess." I said, trying to avoid a conflict."You're polite enough to grab my ass in front of my husband, so you can be polite enough to guess," she said without smiling.She had sharp wits and a very assertive nature."I don't know. Forty-five?” I asked.  “Fifty?""Ha!" she laughed. "I turn fifty-five this weekend. Not bad, for a Swedish gal, huh?""No,” I answered. "Not bad at all. Well, happy birthday!" She walked back to her husband to pull him into the conversation.It wasn't until she turned her back to me that I realized what great shape she was really in. From the back, she could have been one of Angie's friends from college. Her blond-white hair aside, the rest of her looked like she could be in her mid-twenties. She wore a linen shirt tied around the waist, khaki Capri pants, and very sexy sandals. Her calves bulged as she stepped away. Her feet were perfectly maintained, and she might have had work done to remove spider veins from her ankles and calves because they also looked picture-perfect.Her legs were toned like a gymnast, and her stomach was as flat as Angie's. Her breasts looked bigger than a C cup, but not quite as full as Sarah's. She turned back toward Ken and me, and we watched as her breasts bounced freely under her shirt. If they were fake, she really got her money's worth. Her arms were toned, and her wrists were covered in jewelry. She was probably quite rich, obviously pampered, unfortunately high-maintenance, but also extremely hot."I have a proposition for you," she whispered in my ear."We have a cabin not far from here. One of several properties Walter bought after he retired. It's nice, but it's too big for the two of us, with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, indoor Jacuzzi...""What about our significant others?" I interrupted."Silly, they're invited, too," she hushed. "It would be a lot nicer than spending the rest of the weekend cooped up in a camper, don't you think? Not much privacy, is there?"I explained that “Angie and I were originally sleeping in a tent, but the wind blew most of our gear away, and the camper became a nice alternative. The thought of sleeping on a real bed sounds good, though.”I talked to Ken about it briefly, and he gave the typical "Have to clear it with Sarah" answer."I tell you what," Vera continued. "You can ride with me back to your campground to get your girlfriends, or wives, or whatever. Ken can ride with Walter to clean the place up a bit."Ken looked a little disappointed, but she assured him we wouldn't be far behind. We finished our popcorn and headed outside into a light rain shower."Damn this rain," Vera said under her breath. She didn't seem to be afraid of the water, though. She got into her huge luxury Suburban and as she leaned over to unlock the passenger door, I could see that her shirt was soaked and her nipples were practically poking through. She caught me staring and smiled. Then I noticed she has power locks on her door panel. She just wanted me to admire the pendulous sway of her tanned braless tits.Ken and Walter turned right down the road from the lodge as we turned left. She turned down a trail I hadn't seen before, and parked the vehicle, in the solitude of that deserted, drizzly path."What's going on?" I asked."You like my tits?" she asked, as she turned to face me and started to unbutton her shirt. I felt my cock stiffen and she seemed to take notice. "I'll take that as a yes.""What are you doing, Vera?" I asked, knowing the answer."Let me tell you a little secret," she whispered as she slid off her shirt. "I watched your girlfriend perform oral sex on you this morning.""What are you talking about?" I asked."Well, I should say that I watched Walter, watching your girlfriend perform oral sex on you this morning. You know, on the floating dock." Vera unzipped her pants and flipped off her sandals. "He killed the motor and pulled out his cock as soon as she took off her bikini top. He didn't start stroking, though, until her head started bobbing up and down on your beautiful cock.""You saw all that?" I asked surprised."Oh yes!" She started pulling off her pants, and I helped her out of them. No underwear? No tan lines, either. There she sat, facing me in the driver's seat, as naked as the day she was born, but with a very blessed post-pubescent shapeliness; bedazzled with bling and a fantastic tan.As she seductively caressed her nipples, she continued;  "I grabbed another set of binoculars and watched for myself. It was a very, umm; motivating sight. What really got me going, though, was when you came in her mouth, and then she moved onto your friend."She was now pulling my clothes off. Her body was in better shape than most women half her age. My cock sprang out and hit her in the chin as she pulled my pants down. She reached for my cock with a jewelry-covered hand and began stroking it gently. She leaned over to kiss the head and then rub it along her cheeks. She continued to stroke me as she looked up."Weren't you jealous?" she asked in between kisses and licks on my shaft."No. It wasn't like that. We were all just friends goofing around and;" I stopped as she gently swallowed my cock. In one motion, my entire length was down her throat. She paused for a moment to let her stong tongue massage my hard shaft, and then slowly pulled her head back as if coming up for air."Just friends?" she asked, and then engulfed my cock again. This time, not quite all the way down her throat, but now she was actually sucking me off. She paused again."Well, things got a little out of control." I managed to say."You mean like this?" she said, just before twisting her head on my shaft each time she went down on me. She worked a hand around the base of my cock and twisted in the opposite direction, and then reached down with her other hand and began fingering her cunt. Seconds later she reached up to my mouth with those wet fingers, and asked me if I liked the way her fingers tasted. I licked her fingers, telling her she tasted nice, and she sucked harder. I told her that her cunt must taste even better.She slid her ass off the front bench seat and guided my shoulders down to the warm spot where her ass had been. I hooked an arm under her waist and pulled her cunt to my mouth, bringing her on top of me in a "69" position.Her cunt really did taste good. I'm not sure how some women manage that, but I found myself not wanting to take my mouth off of her. She sucked me to a full blasting orgasm, and; as expected; swallowed eagerly. She knelt up and on my face, grinding her cunt into my nose and mouth. A few minutes later she leaned against her driver's door and guided  me back up to a sitting position. She slumped down with her back and shoulders against the door, and spread her legs for me."You like it?" she asked shyly.For a 55 year-old cunt, it was not what I expected. The labia weren't stretched out at all, and her cunt hair was white and sorta long, but soft and straight. She kept it shaved on the sides (or maybe Walter had that honor), making it look like a Mohawk. I followed her cunt to her thighs, legs, calves, and pretty feet. She wore an ankle bracelet on one ankle. I moved on top of her and easily slid my cock into her."I'll take that as a yes,” she whispered and kissed me all over my face.I was worried that I might not be measuring up to her expectations, but I soon felt her cunt tighten around me. Her rhythm was a lot slower than Angie's or Sarah's, and I wasn't sure if I was doing anything for her. She was doing plenty for me, though; as her cunt continued to relax then tighten around my shaft with each thrust. Figuring there was no way I was going to get her pregnant, I quickened my pace and thrust harder and faster. She moaned and then clawed at my back as she felt me cum inside her. Her cunt tightened one more time and then something that felt like warm water gushed from her cunt."Oh shit," she cried. I thought she must have pissed on me. "That was just what I needed!" I looked down and what looked like watered-down jizz was all over my stomach."I'm a squirter," she smiled. Pulling a big beach towel from under my end of the bench seat. She gently wiped me dry; almost reverently fondling my semi-flaccid phallus. Then she wiped her crotch area."Sorry." She slid behind the wheel and started up the Suburban. "I guess we'd better go get your significant others, huh?" she smiled.I gave her directions to the parking area near the camper. She said she was very familiar with our particular campsite, so I relaxed. Vera was a site, as she drove the Suburban through the wooded campground; naked. I think I was hypnotized by her pendulous mammaries, because the next thing I noticed was her shutting the vehicle off. I scurried to redress."I don't know why you're bothering. They're probably going down on each other in there, anyway." Vera said. "We're just going to startle them, but maybe they'll let us join in." She smiled at me."Alright, Vera. For the emotional vulnerabilities of my teen girlfriend, you're going to have to put on your clothes, soaked or not." I informed her.She stepped out of the Suburban and began walking to the camper completely naked. It was probably an hour before sunset, but I could see her clearly. The contrast of her dark tan and Swedish white-blond hair was almost eerie.“Please, Vera.” I softly asked. “Help my woman get adjusted to this. Ken and Sarah have already shocked her sensibilities too much for one day.”The rain was barely a drizzle, and she got about halfway to the camper before she turned around."Oh, alright. There's nobody else out here, you know," she argued. I nodded and admired her tits as they swayed and bounced with each step as she walked back to the Suburban to get her clothes.She tied the bottom of her shirt around her waist, showing off an unusually well-toned six-pack. She could barely pull her pants up without falling over, and she decided to leave her expensive sandals in the vehicle. Her feet were old, but not unattractive. They weren't nearly as pretty as Sarah's, but almost as nice as Angie's.I decided to lead the way. Hoping to catch Angie and Sarah in a muff-diving session, I opened the door to the camper as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, Angie was still asleep on the bunk bed, and Sarah was back in the bedroom, naked and lying on her stomach with one hand between her legs."She hasn't been getting enough, huh?" Vera whispered. Her whisper startled Angie, who almost bumped her head as she sat up. Her bathrobe had come undone, and her tits were in plain view."Umm, Walter is going to like you, sweetheart." Vera said with a grin.Angie covered herself up. "Who is this?" she looked at me sternly."This is Vera, a friend we just met at the lodge. Her husband is Walter. They were on the boat that came by the floating dock this morning." I answered."Oh" Angie answered in a dream-like state. "Well, what's she doing here; and where's Ken?""Ken's on his way to her place with Walter. They were going to stop and get some food and drinks. We're going to go to their cabin until the weather gets better. Sound Okay to you?" I asked."Sounds good to me. The electricity went out again, right after you guys snuck out of here. I could use some air conditioning." Sarah joined in, putting the bathrobe back on and tying the terry cloth belt around her waist."Well, then. It's settled. Walter and I love to entertain guests, and you are such attractive couples." Vera added.I wasn't sure how long she would keep putting on the charade, but I was sure the girls knew Vera was a dirty ol' woman, rich or not.I went over everyone's names again, and Sarah and Angie started getting their clothes together. Most of our clothes were scattered around the campsite, so I picked up the cleanest clothes and put them in the Suburban, then put the rest of the muddy clothes in a garbage bag and threw them in the car. Angie put on a thin T-shirt and a bikini bottom while Sarah put on a bikini top and some denim cut-offs.We tried to clean up the campground as best we could, but knew we wouldn't be able to pick up everything before the next wave of rain.Angie couldn't help but notice Vera's tits as she walked around the campsite. "Are they real?" Angie asked Vera."Well, what do you think? Feel them." Vera said proudly, and untied her shirt.Sarah looked at Angie fondling Vera's tits, and walked over to feel them, too. Sarah caressed them from the bottom to the top, and then pinched one of Vera's nipples."Sarah, you are a naughty one, aren't you?" Vera said as she gently moved Sarah's hand away.

 Weekend Samplers: Part 3.A Trip to Walter & Vera's Lake house.Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Ken and I tightened the moorings on the boat and decided the worst of the weather was over. We headed to the marina to find out the weather forecast, and it looked like it was going to rain the rest of the night, and into the morning. No campfire tonight.We grabbed a few six-packs and decided to check out the campground lodge. Ken's tow straps came in handy as we ended up helping the park staff clear the essential roads, on our way to the lodge. Twenty minutes of tugging and dodging felled trees later, we pulled up to the unusually crowded lodge. On an average weekend, you'd have trouble believing the lodge was open, but on this early night, even with the few campers that showed up yesterday, there were at least three families, a half dozen couples, and a church youth group.Heavy wind and rain didn't make camping in tents very fun, so most of the campers decided to head to the lodge to get out of the weather, enjoy some popcorn, and maybe catch a free movie. Herbie the Love Bug was playing on this particular evening.Mixed in the crowd, sitting in the back, were the older couple we met at the floating dock. The woman caught my eye, and apparently, I caught hers as she sprang up to greet me."I thought we might see you here!" she said happily. Her breath carried the smell of gin, which was almost expected, but her perfume smelled like something Angie wore whenever she wanted to get fucked. "I'm Vera," she held out her hand; "and this is my husband, Walter."I shook her hand and introduced Ken and myself. She bluntly asked if we were gay. After a little laughter, we explained that our "significant" others were taking a nap back in the camper. She asked if we were married, to which Ken reluctantly replied; "Just me.""Well, just because you're married doesn't mean you can't have any fun, right?" Walter asked."Oh, I still have fun. Sometimes more than I deserve. " Ken added.This last comment caused Vera to raise an eyebrow. She looked at me, then looked me over."How about you? Do you still have fun?" she asked. She had a disarming, flirtatious way of talking and moving. He body language was very provocative.“Yes we do.” I added. “There are some worn out women who would agree, if they weren't napping, just now.”Walter didn't appear to mind, or pay any attention to us. He was too busy looking at the female half of a young couple sitting across from us. The girl's bikini top was wet and probably cold by the look of her erect nipples."Yeah, I think I still have plenty of fun." I smiled and looked at Walter, trying to draw Vera's attention to his gaze."Plenty to go around?" Vera pursued. She moved closer to me and rubbed her cleavage onto my upper arm. She gently rested her hand on my ass, and pulled my hand onto hers. I instinctively gave her cheek a squeeze and was surprised at the firmness."Do you work out?" I asked."Once a day. Sometimes twice if I have a little extra energy" she smiled. She stepped away and gave a little turn like a runway model at the end of the runway. "What do you think?" she asked."I think whatever you're doing is working very well for you. Your husband must be very happy." I added."Walter?" she balked. "He's happy, alright, as long as I keep letting him jerk off to the likes of little miss nipples over there."I wasn't sure if I was playing into her hands or she was playing into mine, but I think we were thinking along the same lines. I looked her over and noticed she had done a very good job of maintaining a dark tan without letting her skin turn to leather. Her body was as firm and tight as a Dallas Cowboy's Cheerleader, but her face gave her age away, especially when she smiled, which unfortunately, was quite often."How old do you think I am?" she asked."I don't know, and it wouldn't be polite for me to guess." I said, trying to avoid a conflict."You're polite enough to grab my ass in front of my husband, so you can be polite enough to guess," she said without smiling.She had sharp wits and a very assertive nature."I don't know. Forty-five?” I asked.  “Fifty?""Ha!" she laughed. "I turn fifty-five this weekend. Not bad, for a Swedish gal, huh?""No,” I answered. "Not bad at all. Well, happy birthday!" She walked back to her husband to pull him into the conversation.It wasn't until she turned her back to me that I realized what great shape she was really in. From the back, she could have been one of Angie's friends from college. Her blond-white hair aside, the rest of her looked like she could be in her mid-twenties. She wore a linen shirt tied around the waist, khaki Capri pants, and very sexy sandals. Her calves bulged as she stepped away. Her feet were perfectly maintained, and she might have had work done to remove spider veins from her ankles and calves because they also looked picture-perfect.Her legs were toned like a gymnast, and her stomach was as flat as Angie's. Her breasts looked bigger than a C cup, but not quite as full as Sarah's. She turned back toward Ken and me, and we watched as her breasts bounced freely under her shirt. If they were fake, she really got her money's worth. Her arms were toned, and her wrists were covered in jewelry. She was probably quite rich, obviously pampered, unfortunately high-maintenance, but also extremely hot."I have a proposition for you," she whispered in my ear."We have a cabin not far from here. One of several properties Walter bought after he retired. It's nice, but it's too big for the two of us, with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, indoor Jacuzzi...""What about our significant others?" I interrupted."Silly, they're invited, too," she hushed. "It would be a lot nicer than spending the rest of the weekend cooped up in a camper, don't you think? Not much privacy, is there?"I explained that “Angie and I were originally sleeping in a tent, but the wind blew most of our gear away, and the camper became a nice alternative. The thought of sleeping on a real bed sounds good, though.”I talked to Ken about it briefly, and he gave the typical "Have to clear it with Sarah" answer."I tell you what," Vera continued. "You can ride with me back to your campground to get your girlfriends, or wives, or whatever. Ken can ride with Walter to clean the place up a bit."Ken looked a little disappointed, but she assured him we wouldn't be far behind. We finished our popcorn and headed outside into a light rain shower."Damn this rain," Vera said under her breath. She didn't seem to be afraid of the water, though. She got into her huge luxury Suburban and as she leaned over to unlock the passenger door, I could see that her shirt was soaked and her nipples were practically poking through. She caught me staring and smiled. Then I noticed she has power locks on her door panel. She just wanted me to admire the pendulous sway of her tanned braless tits.Ken and Walter turned right down the road from the lodge as we turned left. She turned down a trail I hadn't seen before, and parked the vehicle, in the solitude of that deserted, drizzly path."What's going on?" I asked."You like my tits?" she asked, as she turned to face me and started to unbutton her shirt. I felt my cock stiffen and she seemed to take notice. "I'll take that as a yes.""What are you doing, Vera?" I asked, knowing the answer."Let me tell you a little secret," she whispered as she slid off her shirt. "I watched your girlfriend perform oral sex on you this morning.""What are you talking about?" I asked."Well, I should say that I watched Walter, watching your girlfriend perform oral sex on you this morning. You know, on the floating dock." Vera unzipped her pants and flipped off her sandals. "He killed the motor and pulled out his cock as soon as she took off her bikini top. He didn't start stroking, though, until her head started bobbing up and down on your beautiful cock.""You saw all that?" I asked surprised."Oh yes!" She started pulling off her pants, and I helped her out of them. No underwear? No tan lines, either. There she sat, facing me in the driver's seat, as naked as the day she was born, but with a very blessed post-pubescent shapeliness; bedazzled with bling and a fantastic tan.As she seductively caressed her nipples, she continued;  "I grabbed another set of binoculars and watched for myself. It was a very, umm; motivating sight. What really got me going, though, was when you came in her mouth, and then she moved onto your friend."She was now pulling my clothes off. Her body was in better shape than most women half her age. My cock sprang out and hit her in the chin as she pulled my pants down. She reached for my cock with a jewelry-covered hand and began stroking it gently. She leaned over to kiss the head and then rub it along her cheeks. She continued to stroke me as she looked up."Weren't you jealous?" she asked in between kisses and licks on my shaft."No. It wasn't like that. We were all just friends goofing around and;" I stopped as she gently swallowed my cock. In one motion, my entire length was down her throat. She paused for a moment to let her stong tongue massage my hard shaft, and then slowly pulled her head back as if coming up for air."Just friends?" she asked, and then engulfed my cock again. This time, not quite all the way down her throat, but now she was actually sucking me off. She paused again."Well, things got a little out of control." I managed to say."You mean like this?" she said, just before twisting her head on my shaft each time she went down on me. She worked a hand around the base of my cock and twisted in the opposite direction, and then reached down with her other hand and began fingering her cunt. Seconds later she reached up to my mouth with those wet fingers, and asked me if I liked the way her fingers tasted. I licked her fingers, telling her she tasted nice, and she sucked harder. I told her that her cunt must taste even better.She slid her ass off the front bench seat and guided my shoulders down to the warm spot where her ass had been. I hooked an arm under her waist and pulled her cunt to my mouth, bringing her on top of me in a "69" position.Her cunt really did taste good. I'm not sure how some women manage that, but I found myself not wanting to take my mouth off of her. She sucked me to a full blasting orgasm, and; as expected; swallowed eagerly. She knelt up and on my face, grinding her cunt into my nose and mouth. A few minutes later she leaned against her driver's door and guided  me back up to a sitting position. She slumped down with her back and shoulders against the door, and spread her legs for me."You like it?" she asked shyly.For a 55 year-old cunt, it was not what I expected. The labia weren't stretched out at all, and her cunt hair was white and sorta long, but soft and straight. She kept it shaved on the sides (or maybe Walter had that honor), making it look like a Mohawk. I followed her cunt to her thighs, legs, calves, and pretty feet. She wore an ankle bracelet on one ankle. I moved on top of her and easily slid my cock into her."I'll take that as a yes,” she whispered and kissed me all over my face.I was worried that I might not be measuring up to her expectations, but I soon felt her cunt tighten around me. Her rhythm was a lot slower than Angie's or Sarah's, and I wasn't sure if I was doing anything for her. She was doing plenty for me, though; as her cunt continued to relax then tighten around my shaft with each thrust. Figuring there was no way I was going to get her pregnant, I quickened my pace and thrust harder and faster. She moaned and then clawed at my back as she felt me cum inside her. Her cunt tightened one more time and then something that felt like warm water gushed from her cunt."Oh shit," she cried. I thought she must have pissed on me. "That was just what I needed!" I looked down and what looked like watered-down jizz was all over my stomach."I'm a squirter," she smiled. Pulling a big beach towel from under my end of the bench seat. She gently wiped me dry; almost reverently fondling my semi-flaccid phallus. Then she wiped her crotch area."Sorry." She slid behind the wheel and started up the Suburban. "I guess we'd better go get your significant others, huh?" she smiled.I gave her directions to the parking area near the camper. She said she was very familiar with our particular campsite, so I relaxed. Vera was a site, as she drove the Suburban through the wooded campground; naked. I think I was hypnotized by her pendulous mammaries, because the next thing I noticed was her shutting the vehicle off. I scurried to redress."I don't know why you're bothering. They're probably going down on each other in there, anyway." Vera said. "We're just going to startle them, but maybe they'll let us join in." She smiled at me."Alright, Vera. For the emotional vulnerabilities of my teen girlfriend, you're going to have to put on your clothes, soaked or not." I informed her.She stepped out of the Suburban and began walking to the camper completely naked. It was probably an hour before sunset, but I could see her clearly. The contrast of her dark tan and Swedish white-blond hair was almost eerie.“Please, Vera.” I softly asked. “Help my woman get adjusted to this. Ken and Sarah have already shocked her sensibilities too much for one day.”The rain was barely a drizzle, and she got about halfway to the camper before she turned around."Oh, alright. There's nobody else out here, you know," she argued. I nodded and admired her tits as they swayed and bounced with each step as she walked back to the Suburban to get her clothes.She tied the bottom of her shirt around her waist, showing off an unusually well-toned six-pack. She could barely pull her pants up without falling over, and she decided to leave her expensive sandals in the vehicle. Her feet were old, but not unattractive. They weren't nearly as pretty as Sarah's, but almost as nice as Angie's.I decided to lead the way. Hoping to catch Angie and Sarah in a muff-diving session, I opened the door to the camper as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, Angie was still asleep on the bunk bed, and Sarah was back in the bedroom, naked and lying on her stomach with one hand between her legs."She hasn't been getting enough, huh?" Vera whispered. Her whisper startled Angie, who almost bumped her head as she sat up. Her bathrobe had come undone, and her tits were in plain view."Umm, Walter is going to like you, sweetheart." Vera said with a grin.Angie covered herself up. "Who is this?" she looked at me sternly."This is Vera, a friend we just met at the lodge. Her husband is Walter. They were on the boat that came by the floating dock this morning." I answered."Oh" Angie answered in a dream-like state. "Well, what's she doing here; and where's Ken?""Ken's on his way to her place with Walter. They were going to stop and get some food and drinks. We're going to go to their cabin until the weather gets better. Sound Okay to you?" I asked."Sounds good to me. The electricity went out again, right after you guys snuck out of here. I could use some air conditioning." Sarah joined in, putting the bathrobe back on and tying the terry cloth belt around her waist."Well, then. It's settled. Walter and I love to entertain guests, and you are such attractive couples." Vera added.I wasn't sure how long she would keep putting on the charade, but I was sure the girls knew Vera was a dirty ol' woman, rich or not.I went over everyone's names again, and Sarah and Angie started getting their clothes together. Most of our clothes were scattered around the campsite, so I picked up the cleanest clothes and put them in the Suburban, then put the rest of the muddy clothes in a garbage bag and threw them in the car. Angie put on a thin T-shirt and a bikini bottom while Sarah put on a bikini top and some denim cut-offs.We tried to clean up the campground as best we could, but knew we wouldn't be able to pick up everything before the next wave of rain.Angie couldn't help but notice Vera's tits as she walked around the campsite. "Are they real?" Angie asked Vera."Well, what do you think? Feel them." Vera said proudly, and untied her shirt.Sarah looked at Angie fondling Vera's tits, and walked over to feel them, too. Sarah caressed them from the bottom to the top, and then pinched one of Vera's nipples."Sarah, you are a naughty one, aren't you?" Vera said as she gently moved Sarah's hand away.

This episode recorded live at the Becker's 22nd Annual Spine, Orthopedic and Pain Management-Driven ASC + The Future of Spine Conference features Shooa Mohammadi, Practice Manager at Northwest Suburban Pain Associates. Shooa shares insights on rising insurance influence, the growth of regenerative medicine, and strategies for workforce retention—all while emphasizing the importance of timely, patient-centered care.

This episode recorded live at the Becker's 22nd Annual Spine, Orthopedic and Pain Management-Driven ASC + The Future of Spine Conference features Shooa Mohammadi, Practice Manager at Northwest Suburban Pain Associates. Shooa shares insights on rising insurance influence, the growth of regenerative medicine, and strategies for workforce retention—all while emphasizing the importance of timely, patient-centered care.

This episode recorded live at the Becker's 22nd Annual Spine, Orthopedic and Pain Management-Driven ASC + The Future of Spine Conference features Shooa Mohammadi, Practice Manager at Northwest Suburban Pain Associates. Shooa shares insights on rising insurance influence, the growth of regenerative medicine, and strategies for workforce retention—all while emphasizing the importance of timely, patient-centered care.

Jason discusses some of the news of the day including Mountaineer staple Mark Patterson leaving the Mountain. He also looks ahead to the July 4th races at Saratoga, including the Suburban and Belmont Derby.

The story so far: Things in the movie hole drag on. Maybe it's the movies (or maybe it's the body odor and beer) but Dan is starting to snap.They create life. Sometimes, they take it away. This week's episode is all about moms and how they can be serial killers sometimes! The boys break down John Waters' 1994 classic satire Serial Mom. Between the movie's kills, awkward sex, white-picket-fence setting, and  constant references to classic gore films, the boys get distracted talking about prank phone calls, glory holes, whether or not the glossy sheen of wealthy suburban life is a smokescreen hiding a deeply-rooted violent rage at an ill-defined 'outsider' class that only exists as a way to define itself by comparison, and how men can protect themselves while they're peeing.Leave us a 30 second voicemail and if we like it we'll play it on the show: (949) 4-STABBY (949-478-2229)Next movie announced every Wednesday. New episodes every Monday. Follow us on the things:Website: https://www.stabbypod.com Linktree: https://www.linktr.ee/stabbystabby Instagram:  @stabbypod  https://www.instagram.com/stabbypod/ Letterboxd:   https://boxd.it/dp1AC Merch: https://www.big-other.com/shop/stabby-stabbySend us a text

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Stephanie Lulay, Executive editor and Co-Founder of Block Club Chicago, joins Bob Sirott to share the latest Chicago neighborhood stories. She provides details on: Patients Moved From One Sweltering Hospital To Another ‘Just Trying To Survive': After its air conditioning failed, Uptown's Weiss Hospital moved patients elsewhere, including to West Suburban Medical Center, which one patient […]

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Steve Grzanich has the business news of the day with the Wintrust Business Minute. Three suburban Mariano’s grocery stores will close as part of a plan by parent company Kroger to cut costs and trim operations. 60 locations across the country will close over the next year and a half, including Mariano’s stores in Buffalo […]

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Part 2 of 2: On the afternoon of July 24, 2002, Clara Harris learned that her husband, David Harris, was having an affair with his secretary. Incensed, Clara went to the hotel where the David and his mistress had just checked in and confronted the couple before being escorted out by hotel staff. However, the argument between David and Clara continued in the parking lot, only ending when Clara ran her husband down with her car, driving over him three separate times and killing him.The trial of Clara Harris proved to be as exciting and dramatic as the marriage and the explosive argument that ended David's life. The defense had tried to frame the murder as a crime of passion, an act of “sudden passion” committed by a woman rejected and scorned. That defense fell apart immediately when, without warning or expectation, Clara Harris decided to testify on her own behalf, at which point she essentially confessed to murder, sending the courtroom into chaos.The trial of Clara Harris for the murder of her husband garnered national attention, not only for the defense of “sudden passion,” but also for the unusually high amount of drama and scandalous details that emerged in the testimony at trial.Thank you to the Incredible Dave White of Bring Me the Axe Podcast for research and Writing support!ReferencesClara L. Harris v. The State of Texas. 2004. 01-03-00177-CR (Court of Appeals for the First District of Texas, December 16).Hollandsworth, Skip. 2002. "Suburban madness." Texas Monthly, November: 117-169.Long, Steven. 2004. Out of Control. New York, NY: St. Martin's.Madigan, Nick. 2003. "Houston woman on trial in killing of husband testifies." New York Times, February 6.—. 2003. "Jury gives 20-year term in murder of husband." New York Times, February 15.—. 2003. "Trial in killing of orthodontist goes to jury." New York Times, February 13.—. 2003. "Wife testifies she was 'in a fog' just before her car struck." New York Times, February 8.—. 2003. "Woman who killed spouse with car is guilty of murder." New York Times, February 14.—. 2003. "Youth who saw killing says stepmother 'stomped' accelerator and 'went for' father." New York Times, January 30.Zernike, Kate. 2003. "A wife betrayed finds sympathy at murder trial." New York Times, January 24.Stay in the know - wondery.fm/morbid-wondery.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Ever wonder what happens when engineering goes too far? That's the question we tackle head-on as we dive into Chevrolet's most extreme creation yet - the 2026 Corvette ZR1X. With a jaw-dropping 1,250 horsepower and the ability to hit 60 mph in under two seconds, this electrified beast pushes boundaries in ways that left us asking "why?" and "for whom?" Our spirited debate explores the fascinating intersection of automotive excess and genuine innovation. Is this twin-turbo V8 hybrid merely an engineering flex to compete with European exotics like Ferrari and McLaren, or does it represent meaningful advancement in performance technology? The answer, we discover, lies somewhere in the tension between racing-derived technology and practical application.For those seeking something more aligned with real-world needs, our comprehensive review of the 2025 Chevrolet Suburban High Country offers a compelling alternative. This rolling home on wheels showcases impressive evolution with its 3.0-liter Duramax turbo diesel that delivers robust performance (305hp/495lb-ft) while achieving a surprising 22 mpg combined. With luxurious appointments, independent rear suspension, and the ability to tow nearly 8,000 pounds, it represents a more practical application of automotive engineering excellence.We also uncover a shocking story of automotive theft - not of vehicles, but of parts directly from Ford assembly plants. Our Motor Minute details how a former employee allegedly orchestrated a multi-million dollar criminal enterprise, stealing brand-new components and selling them online for years before being caught. It's a cautionary tale about the value chain of automotive parts and the risks of purchasing outside authorized channels.Whether you're fascinated by the limits of automotive performance, shopping for a premium family vehicle, or simply enjoy our no-nonsense approach to car talk, this episode delivers honest perspectives from decades of automotive experience. Tune in to gain insights you won't find in glossy brochures or marketing materials - just straight talk from car guys who've seen it all.Be sure to subscribe for more In Wheel Time Car Talk!The Lupe' Tortilla RestaurantsLupe Tortilla in Katy, Texas Gulf Coast Auto ShieldPaint protection, tint, and more!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.---- ----- Want more In Wheel Time car talk any time? In Wheel Time is now available on Audacy! Just go to Audacy.com/InWheelTime where ever you are.----- -----Be sure to subscribe on your favorite podcast provider for the next episode of In Wheel Time Podcast and check out our live multiplatform broadcast every Saturday, 10a - 12noonCT simulcasting on Audacy, YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Twitch and InWheelTime.com.In Wheel Time Podcast can be heard on you mobile device from providers such as:Apple Podcasts, Amazon Music Podcast, Spotify, SiriusXM Podcast, iHeartRadio podcast, TuneIn + Alexa, Podcast Addict, Castro, Castbox, YouTube Podcast and more on your mobile device.Follow InWheelTime.com for the latest updates!Twitter: https://twitter.com/InWheelTimeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/inwheeltime/https://www.youtube.com/inwheeltimehttps://www.Facebook.com/InWheelTimeFor more information about In Wheel Time Car Talk, email us at info@inwheeltime.comTags: In Wheel Time, automotive car talk show, car talk, Live car talk show, In Wheel Time Car Talk

Part 1 of 2: On the afternoon of July 24, 2002, Clara Harris learned that her husband, David Harris, was having an affair with his secretary. Incensed, Clara went to the hotel where the David and his mistress had just checked in and confronted the couple before being escorted out by hotel staff. However, the argument between David and Clara continued in the parking lot, only ending when Clara ran her husband down with her car, driving over him three separate times and killing him.The trial of Clara Harris proved to be as exciting and dramatic as the marriage and the explosive argument that ended David's life. The defense had tried to frame the murder as a crime of passion, an act of “sudden passion” committed by a woman rejected and scorned. That defense fell apart immediately when, without warning or expectation, Clara Harris decided to testify on her own behalf, at which point she essentially confessed to murder, sending the courtroom into chaos.The trial of Clara Harris for the murder of her husband garnered national attention, not only for the defense of “sudden passion,” but also for the unusually high amount of drama and scandalous details that emerged in the testimony at trial.Thank you to the Incredible Dave White of Bring Me the Axe Podcast for research and Writing support!ReferencesClara L. Harris v. The State of Texas. 2004. 01-03-00177-CR (Court of Appeals for the First District of Texas, December 16).Hollandsworth, Skip. 2002. "Suburban madness." Texas Monthly, November: 117-169.Long, Steven. 2004. Out of Control. New York, NY: St. Martin's.Madigan, Nick. 2003. "Houston woman on trial in killing of husband testifies." New York Times, February 6.—. 2003. "Jury gives 20-year term in murder of husband." New York Times, February 15.—. 2003. "Trial in killing of orthodontist goes to jury." New York Times, February 13.—. 2003. "Wife testifies she was 'in a fog' just before her car struck." New York Times, February 8.—. 2003. "Woman who killed spouse with car is guilty of murder." New York Times, February 14.—. 2003. "Youth who saw killing says stepmother 'stomped' accelerator and 'went for' father." New York Times, January 30.Zernike, Kate. 2003. "A wife betrayed finds sympathy at murder trial." New York Times, January 24.Stay in the know - wondery.fm/morbid-wondery.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Join Tom and I as we talk about what Tom has been up to since his last appearance on the podcast. Tom shares what ultimately led to him deciding to step down from The Acacia Strain. The hardships of leaving something he worked so hard to achieve, but ultimately knew wasn't going to be good for him if he stayed. Tom also shares the struggles of not only stepping down from the band, but also going through a divorce as well. How diving into his local music scene pulled him out of his depression and rekindled his passion for Hardcore music.We talk about the slow growth journey that therapy took us on, ideas for funny bits and more in this chat with Tom. Intro Music:“Remember “This Night” (Podcast Edit) by Chae Hawk"Pretty Lights" by HeartsickShow Sponsors:Rockabilia (⁠www.rockabilia.com⁠) USE OUR CODE BREWTALLY AND GET 10% OFF YOUR TOTAL ORDER!!Links:Facebook:www.facebook.com/tsmith678www.facebook.com/rockabiliacomwww.facebook.com/brewspeakpodInstagram:@tsmith678, @suburban_scum, @naturalendhc, @demonizehc, @rockabiliacom, @brewspeakpod, @jbeatty616Twitter:@rockabilia, @brewspeakpod, @jbeatty616Website:Check all the bands Instagram pages for the linktree's to their respective merch/bandcamp/YouTube pages. Email:Brewtallyspeaking@gmail.comRATE/REVIEW/SUBSCRIBE!!!

Another installment of our ongoing conversation about ways in which the ethos of American suburban life can unwittingly sabotage spiritual life. Today, we discuss the impulse toward control v. the call to surrender.

Fluent Fiction - Dutch: From Block to Bloom: A Writer's Journey at a Suburban Sale Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/nl/episode/2025-06-17-22-34-02-nl Story Transcript:Nl: De zon scheen helder over de rustige straten van de buitenwijk.En: The sun shone brightly over the quiet streets of the suburb.Nl: Het was een typische zomerzaterdag, perfect voor de jaarlijkse garage sale.En: It was a typical summer Saturday, perfect for the annual garage sale.Nl: De opruiming bracht leven op de anders kalme straten.En: The cleanup brought life to the otherwise calm streets.Nl: De geur van vers gemaaid gras zweefde in de lucht en gelach weerklonk van alle kanten.En: The scent of freshly mowed grass floated in the air, and laughter echoed from all directions.Nl: Lange tafels bogen door onder de last van tweedehands spullen: boeken, servies, speelgoed en oude meubelstukken.En: Long tables bent under the weight of second-hand items: books, dishes, toys, and old furniture.Nl: Maarten keek even op van zijn notitieboekje.En: Maarten glanced up from his notebook.Nl: Hij zat op een kleine kruk aan de rand van zijn oprit en observeerde de gebeurtenissen om hem heen.En: He sat on a small stool at the edge of his driveway, observing the events around him.Nl: Hij wist dat hij iets zocht, maar wat precies wist hij niet.En: He knew he was looking for something, but he wasn't quite sure what.Nl: Iets om zijn schrijversblok te verwijderen.En: Something to remove his writer's block.Nl: De inspiratie voor zijn volgende boek had hem nog niet gevonden, ondanks de vele verhalen die zijn buren uitwisselden.En: Inspiration for his next book had yet to find him, despite the many stories his neighbors exchanged.Nl: Sanne, de drijvende kracht achter het wijkgebeuren, dartelde van de ene tafel naar de andere.En: Sanne, the driving force behind the neighborhood event, flitted from one table to another.Nl: Met haar brede glimlach bracht ze de gemeenschap samen.En: With her broad smile, she brought the community together.Nl: Iedereen kende Sanne, en Sanne kende iedereen.En: Everyone knew Sanne, and Sanne knew everyone.Nl: "Hé Maarten!"En: "Hey Maarten!"Nl: riep ze terwijl ze naar hem toe liep, "wil je een kopje koffie?En: she called as she walked over to him, "Would you like a cup of coffee?Nl: Of misschien wat gezelschap?"En: Or maybe some company?"Nl: Maarten schudde zijn hoofd en glimlachte verontschuldigend.En: Maarten shook his head and smiled apologetically.Nl: "Dank je, Sanne.En: "Thanks, Sanne.Nl: Ik wacht even af."En: I'll just wait for a bit."Nl: Naast Maarten stond Joris, betrokken bij een geanimeerd gesprek met een voorbijganger.En: Next to Maarten stood Joris, engaged in an animated conversation with a passerby.Nl: Joris, die onlangs zijn baan was kwijtgeraakt, leek verloren in gedachten als hij niet in gesprek was.En: Joris, who had recently lost his job, seemed lost in thought when he wasn't in conversation.Nl: Zijn tafel stond vol met herinneringen: platen, een oud fototoestel en zijn collectie stripboeken.En: His table was filled with memories: records, an old camera, and his collection of comic books.Nl: Voor de meeste mensen slechts rommel, maar voor Joris stukjes verleden.En: To most people, merely junk, but to Joris, pieces of the past.Nl: Met moed die Maarten zelf verraste, liep hij naar Joris toe.En: With a boldness that surprised Maarten himself, he walked over to Joris.Nl: "Hoi Joris, hoe gaat het?"En: "Hi Joris, how's it going?"Nl: begon hij ongemakkelijk.En: he began awkwardly.Nl: Joris keek op.En: Joris looked up.Nl: "Oh, Maarten.En: "Oh, Maarten.Nl: Het gaat wel.En: It's alright.Nl: Het is... lastig geweest, om eerlijk te zijn."En: It's been... difficult, to be honest."Nl: Maarten besloot zich vast te klampen aan dit gesprekstouwtje.En: Maarten decided to cling to this thread of conversation.Nl: "Wat deed je precies, voordat... je weet wel?"En: "What did you do, exactly, before... you know?"Nl: Joris' gezicht lichtte op met oude trots.En: Joris' face lit up with old pride.Nl: Hij had als kind altijd archeoloog willen worden en het was hem gelukt.En: He had always wanted to be an archaeologist as a kid, and he had succeeded.Nl: "Ik werkte in een museum.En: "I worked in a museum.Nl: Dingen organiseren, tentoonstellingen samenstellen," vertelde hij, "maar het museum ging dicht, en nu probeer ik te bedenken wat ik verder wil doen."En: Organizing things, setting up exhibitions," he told, "but the museum closed, and now I'm trying to figure out what I want to do next."Nl: Dit gesprek bleek een goudmijn voor Maarten.En: This conversation turned out to be a goldmine for Maarten.Nl: Joris sprak over schattenjagers, verloren steden en de magie van geschiedenis.En: Joris spoke of treasure hunters, lost cities, and the magic of history.Nl: Zijn verhalen waren levendig en meeslepend, en Maarten voelde zijn inspiratie opbloeien.En: His stories were vivid and captivating, and Maarten felt his inspiration bloom.Nl: Hier was een verhaal, een dartelende draad van verlangen en verlies, verborgen in een niet zo ongewone buitenwijk.En: Here was a story, a fluttering thread of longing and loss, hidden in a not-so-unusual suburb.Nl: De zon begon te dalen en het geluid van gezelligheid maakte langzaam plaats voor het kalme gewiebel van de avondbries.En: The sun began to set, and the sound of merriment slowly gave way to the calm rustle of the evening breeze.Nl: Maarten voelde iets veranderen in zichzelf.En: Maarten felt something change within himself.Nl: Hij had niet alleen het verhaal gevonden dat hij zocht, maar ook een verbinding met de mensen om hem heen.En: He had not only found the story he was looking for but also a connection with the people around him.Nl: Hij realiseerde zich dat hij tot nu toe teveel van een buitenstaander was geweest, bang om betrokken te raken.En: He realized he had been too much of an outsider until now, afraid to get involved.Nl: Met pen en notitieboekje in hand, liep Maarten uiteindelijk naar Joris.En: With pen and notebook in hand, Maarten eventually walked over to Joris.Nl: "Joris, bedankt dat je me je verhaal hebt verteld," zei hij oprecht, "ik denk dat ik je een keer terug ga vragen om daar wat meer over te horen."En: "Joris, thank you for sharing your story," he said sincerely, "I think I'll ask you again sometime to hear more about it."Nl: Joris glimlachte weemoedig.En: Joris smiled wistfully.Nl: "Graag, Maarten.En: "Gladly, Maarten.Nl: Misschien kan ik je helpen met wat ideeën."En: Maybe I can help you with some ideas."Nl: En zo keerde Maarten huiswaarts met meer dan alleen aantekeningen.En: And so, Maarten returned home with more than just notes.Nl: Hij had een nieuw verhaal in zijn hoofd en een plek in de gemeenschap waarvan hij zich nooit bewust was geweest.En: He had a new story in his mind and a place in the community of which he was previously unaware.Nl: De volgende ochtend zou hij de eerste pagina's schrijven, zijn pen geleid door de gewone, maar bijzondere verhalen van alledag.En: The next morning, he would write the first pages, his pen guided by the ordinary yet extraordinary everyday stories. Vocabulary Words:shone: scheensuburb: buitenwijkannual: jaarlijksegarage sale: garage salecleanup: opruimingsecond-hand: tweedehandsstool: krukdriveway: opritobserving: observeerdeexchanged: uitgewisseldenflitted: darteldeapologetically: verontschuldigendanimated: geanimeerdpasserby: voorbijgangertreasure hunters: schattenjagersarchaeologist: archeoloogmuseum: museumexhibitions: tentoonstellingengoldmine: goudmijncapitivating: meeslependvivid: levendigafraid: bangoutsider: buitenstaanderinspiration: inspiratieconnection: verbindingwistfully: weemoedigcontentment: tevredenheidunusual: ongewonemerriment: gezelligheidrustle: gewiebel

Fluent Fiction - Catalan: When Coffee Meets Harmony: A Suburban Café Symphony Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/ca/episode/2025-06-17-22-34-02-ca Story Transcript:Ca: El sol de l'estiu donar vida a tot el voltant.En: The summer sun brought life to everything around.Ca: Els carrers del suburbi modern bullien d'activitat mentre la gent gaudia del bon temps.En: The streets of the modern suburb buzzed with activity as people enjoyed the good weather.Ca: Enmig de l'animació, hi havia un petit cafè amb grans finestres que deixaven entrar tons de llum.En: Amidst the lively atmosphere, there was a small café with large windows letting in plenty of light.Ca: Allí treballaven Laia i Oriol.En: There, Laia and Oriol worked.Ca: Laia era una barista ambiciosa.En: Laia was an ambitious barista.Ca: Somiava amb tenir el seu propi cafè algun dia.En: She dreamed of having her own café one day.Ca: Per això, sempre volia impressionar el propietari del cafè i treballava amb dedicació.En: Because of this, she always wanted to impress the café owner and worked with dedication.Ca: Oriol, d'altra banda, era estudiant d'universitat.En: Oriol, on the other hand, was a university student.Ca: Treballava al cafè per estalviar diners per a un viatge que volia fer.En: He worked at the café to save money for a trip he wanted to take.Ca: A diferència de Laia, Oriol volia passar un estiu relaxat.En: Unlike Laia, Oriol wanted to have a relaxed summer.Ca: Les seves prioritats no sempre encaixaven bé.En: Their priorities didn't always align well.Ca: A l'interior del petit cafè, Laia prenia més feina.En: Inside the small café, Laia took on more work.Ca: Volia demostrar que estava preparada per a un càrrec de responsabilitat.En: She wanted to prove that she was ready for a position of responsibility.Ca: Mentrestant, Oriol va organitzar sessions de música després de l'horari laboral.En: Meanwhile, Oriol organized music sessions after work hours.Ca: Esperava atreure més clients amb aquesta idea innovadora.En: He hoped to attract more clients with this innovative idea.Ca: Però això no encaixava amb els plans de Laia.En: But this didn't fit with Laia's plans.Ca: Tot va arribar al clímax un dissabte a la tarda.En: Everything came to a climax one Saturday afternoon.Ca: El cafè estava ple de gent.En: The café was full of people.Ca: Laia havia planificat tot amb molta cura.En: Laia had planned everything with great care.Ca: L'espai, però, va omplir-se amb la música en viu d'Oriol, que atreia una multitud inesperada.En: However, the space filled with Oriol's live music, attracting an unexpected crowd.Ca: La situació era caòtica.En: The situation was chaotic.Ca: Els clients no sabien on seure, i les comandes es començaven a acumular.En: Customers didn't know where to sit, and orders began to pile up.Ca: En acabar la jornada estaven exhausts.En: By the end of the day, they were exhausted.Ca: Laia i Oriol van tenir una conversa franca.En: Laia and Oriol had an honest conversation.Ca: Van admetre que les seves diferències havien causat problemes.En: They admitted that their differences had caused problems.Ca: Van decidir unir forces.En: They decided to join forces.Ca: La creativitat d'Oriol i l'organització de Laia podrien fer del cafè un lloc millor.En: Oriol's creativity and Laia's organization could make the café a better place.Ca: A partir de llavors, van començar a treballar junts amb més harmonia.En: From then on, they began working together with more harmony.Ca: Laia va aprendre a apreciar el talent musical d'Oriol i la seva capacitat per ser flexible.En: Laia learned to appreciate Oriol's musical talent and his ability to be flexible.Ca: Oriol va començar a admirar la dedicació de Laia i va prendre la seva feina més seriosament.En: Oriol began to admire Laia's dedication and took his job more seriously.Ca: El cafè es va convertir en un lloc animat, ple de clients que gaudien tant del bon cafè com de les activitats que ara combinaven estructura i espontaneïtat.En: The café became a lively place, full of customers who enjoyed both the good coffee and the activities that now combined structure with spontaneity.Ca: Amb el temps, la relació laboral de Laia i Oriol no només va millorar, sinó que va reforçar el seu treball en equip, fent el cafè un lloc especial al suburbi.En: Over time, the working relationship between Laia and Oriol not only improved but strengthened their teamwork, making the café a special place in the suburb. Vocabulary Words:the summer: l'estiuthe suburb: el suburbithe café: el cafèthe barista: la baristathe owner: el propietarithe university: la universitatthe trip: el viatgethe priorities: les prioritatsthe atmosphere: l'animacióthe music sessions: les sessions de músicathe responsibility: la responsabilitatthe clients: els clientsthe climax: el clímaxthe afternoon: la tardathe crowd: la multitudthe situation: la situacióthe orders: les comandesthe creativity: la creativitatthe organization: l'organitzacióthe harmony: l'harmoniathe talent: el talentthe flexibility: la flexibilitatthe activities: les activitatsthe teamwork: el treball en equipthe dedication: la dedicacióthe structure: l'estructurathe spontaneity: la espontaneïtatthe working relationship: la relació laboralthe countryside: el voltantthe exhaustion: l'exhaustió

Fluent Fiction - Danish: Disconnecting for Memories: A Suburban Sundown Tale Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/da/episode/2025-06-17-22-34-02-da Story Transcript:Da: Solen hældede mod horisonten i Aarhus' hyggelige forstad, og kastede et varmt skær over Emil og hans familie.En: The sun was dipping towards the horizon in Aarhus' cozy suburb, casting a warm glow over Emil and his family.Da: Sommerens brise var blid, og duften af nyslået græs fyldte luften i den lille baghave.En: The summer breeze was gentle, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air in the small backyard.Da: Det var Sankt Hans Aften, en højtid Emil havde set frem til at dele med sin kone Sofia og deres søn Anders.En: It was Sankt Hans Aften, a holiday Emil had looked forward to sharing with his wife Sofia and their son Anders.Da: Et langt træbord stod dækket på terrassen, med salater, friskbagt brød og drikkevarer.En: A long wooden table stood covered on the terrace, with salads, freshly baked bread, and beverages.Da: Ved siden af lå en lille bunke brænde klar til aftenens bål.En: Next to it lay a small pile of firewood ready for the evening's bonfire.Da: Det var vigtigt for Emil, at denne aften skulle blive speciel.En: It was important for Emil that this evening would be special.Da: Han ønskede at skabe minder, der ville vare ved.En: He wanted to create memories that would last.Da: Men der var en udfordring, som Emil konstant kæmpede med.En: But there was a challenge that Emil constantly struggled with.Da: Hans mobiltelefon.En: His cellphone.Da: Arbejdsrelaterede notifikationer kimede uafbrudt.En: Work-related notifications chimed incessantly.Da: Emil sukkede og kiggede mod Sofia, der allerede var ved at arrangere tallerkenerne.En: Emil sighed and looked towards Sofia, who was already arranging the plates.Da: "Bare en tur ud i haven, Emil," sagde hun smilende.En: "Just a walk in the garden, Emil," she said with a smile.Da: "Det kan vente indtil imorgen."En: "It can wait until tomorrow."Da: Men fristelsen var stor.En: But the temptation was great.Da: Emil følte altid, at der var noget, der skulle ordnes, en email, der skulle besvares.En: Emil always felt that there was something that needed to be done, an email that needed a response.Da: Anders plaskede rundt med en bold tæt på bordet.En: Anders was splashing around with a ball near the table.Da: "Far, se mig!En: "Dad, look at me!Da: Se!"En: Look!"Da: råbte Anders, hans smil var smittende.En: shouted Anders, his smile was infectious.Da: Mens han kiggede på sin livlige søn, klemte Emil telefonen i lommen.En: As Emil watched his lively son, he clutched the phone in his pocket.Da: Det irriterende vibrerende signal trak i ham.En: The annoying vibrating signal tugged at him.Da: Skulle han ignorere det?En: Should he ignore it?Da: Eller skulle han risikere at forstyrre den fine balance, han søgte så længe?En: Or should he risk disturbing the fine balance he'd sought for so long?Da: Timerne gik, og skumringen sneg sig ind.En: Hours passed, and twilight crept in.Da: Familien samlede sig omkring det lille bål, en traditionel del af Sankt Hans.En: The family gathered around the small bonfire, a traditional part of Sankt Hans.Da: Det var nu eller aldrig.En: It was now or never.Da: Emil tog en dyb indånding, trak telefonen frem, og slukkede den.En: Emil took a deep breath, pulled out the phone, and turned it off.Da: En beslutning var truffet.En: A decision was made.Da: Sofia så lidt forundret på ham, men smilet bredte sig hurtigt.En: Sofia looked a bit surprised at him, but the smile quickly spread.Da: Anders grinede og kastede en pind i ilden, gnisterne dansede op mod nattehimlen.En: Anders laughed and threw a stick into the fire, the sparks danced up towards the night sky.Da: "Fortæl os en historie, far!"En: "Tell us a story, Dad!"Da: udbrød Anders spændt.En: Anders exclaimed excitedly.Da: Emil satte sig ved siden af sin familie, strøg hånden gennem Anders' krøllede hår og begyndte at fortælle, en fantasi om havfruer og skjulte skatte.En: Emil sat down next to his family, running his hand through Anders' curly hair, and began to tell a tale, a fantasy of mermaids and hidden treasures.Da: Stunden blev fyldt med latter og fantastiske forestillinger.En: The moment was filled with laughter and fantastic imaginings.Da: Da natten endelig omfavnede haven, indså Emil, hvor dyrebar denne tid var.En: When the night finally embraced the garden, Emil realized how precious this time was.Da: Han lovede sig selv, at han ville skabe flere øjeblikke som dette.En: He promised himself he would create more moments like this.Da: Aldrig mere ville en notifikation tage forrang over hans elskede.En: Never again would a notification take precedence over his loved ones.Da: Familien stirrede ind i de smuldrende gløder, tættere end nogensinde før.En: The family stared into the crumbling embers, closer than ever before.Da: En beslutning om tilstedeværelse havde skabt et minde for livet.En: A decision to be present had created a memory for life. Vocabulary Words:dipping: hældedehorizon: horisontengentle: blidfreshly: nyslåetbreeze: briseterrace: terrassebonfire: bålchallenge: udfordringnotifications: notifikationerincessantly: uafbrudtsigh: sukkedetemptation: fristelsensplashing: plaskedeinfectious: smittendeclutched: klemtevibrating: vibrerendesignal: signaltwilight: skumringcrept: snegdecision: beslutningbreathe: åndingsurprised: forundretsparks: gnisternedanced: dansedecurly: krølledetale: fantasiembraced: omfavnedeprecious: dyrebarcrumbling: smuldrendeembers: gløder

Indianapolis-based housing developer Onyx + East recently scored a three-peat on IBJ's annual list of fast-growing companies—all of which were on the watch of CEO Kelli Lawrence. She took the top job in 2019, when its annual revenue was about $19 million. By 2024, its annual revenue had climbed to $90 million—a nearly 375% increase over five years.   Founded in 2015 as an offshoot of Indianapolis-based apartment developer Milhaus, Onyx + East has specialized in for-sale housing such as townhomes, duplex homes and single-family residences within planned communities in high-demand urban and suburban areas. Its focus has widened from Marion Couty to the Indianapolis metropolitan area to markets in Ohio and Florida. It also has expanded into the build-to-rent category.   Kelli Lawrence grew up in a traditional suburban home in Toledo and was a first-generation college student. She entered Ball State University with a strong sense of what she wanted to do—study urban planning and development in Ball State's school of architecture—and a hunger for student governance, joining and leading a wide array of campus organizations. He first job out of school was long-range planner for the city of Carmel, getting involved in the early stages of some of the city's signature projects. All of these topics are on the table for this week's edition of the IBJ Podcast, as well as her current role as CEO of Onyx + East. We discuss the economics of developing and pricing its projects in central Indiana, how to onboard new employees in the midst of business growth, her early years in the housing development when she often was the only woman in the room, and why she describes herself as a “joiner.”

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When a suburban newspaper starts thinking like a startup, big things happen. At Current Publishing in suburban Indianapolis, innovation isn't just a buzzword—it's fueling real growth, younger audiences, and serious digital revenue. From influencer-driven reels to a text-based edition with 65% engagement, President Ben Weir is proving hyperlocal doesn't mean old-school. Here's how one free weekly is rewriting the playbook for local news success. Access more at this episode's landing page, at:  https://www.editorandpublisher.com/stories/innovating-hyperlocal-how-current-publishing-redefines-suburban-news,256246  

On the phone-in: Horticulturist Todd Boland from Memorial University in St John's answers gardening questions.We also give away a copy of one of Todd's books. And off the top, we speak with Chase Valiant who witnessed a school bus fire in suburban Halifax.

A dramatic shift in America's housing landscape is underway. Renters now outnumber homeowners in more than 200 suburbs across major metro areas, including Dallas, New York, and Chicago. Driven by high prices and remote work, the trend is challenging traditional views of suburban life. Subscribe to our newsletter to stay informed with the latest news from a leading Black-owned & controlled media company: https://aurn.com/newsletter Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Welcome to Who Are These Guys? (WATG?) - where suburban nostalgia meets blunt-force sarcasm. In this episode, we autopsy the social scene and ask the hard-hitting question: When did hanging out die - and why was the wake at a strip mall Chipotle?From tales of pantsing gone wrong (or right?) to parenting pitfalls, overscheduled kids, dead social lives, AI girlfriends, and suburban existential dread, we meander through it all like three guys lost in a Target parking lot arguing over directions.You'll laugh. You'll cringe. You'll maybe even question your commitment to PTA meetings and juice box culture. This one's a ride.Timestamps:[00:00] Intro  [05:23] Pantsing, Frost Valley, and Childhood Degeneracy  [12:47] Suburban Parenting Overload & The Death of Hanging Out  [24:15] All-American Rejects, AI Girlfriends, and Digital Pimping  [30:55] Outro (Plus: Sound Baths & the Rise of the Cold Plunge Cult)

Starting with backward hats and “angsty leans,” and spiraling into youth sports parent drama, line-cutting psychos, disgusting public restroom etiquette, and unspoken bro-code body language, comedians Robert Kelly and Paul Virzi dive into real-life rants and absurd grievances—They also tackle fan-submitted bones like bread twist ties and drivers who block ambulances. Whether it's dissecting suburban dad fashion or fighting off nose-blowers at the casino, nothing is off-limits. It's equal parts therapy, chaos, and comedy gold. Start your free online Hims visit today at https://www.hims.com/BONE Join our Patreon: www.patreon.com/bonetopickcast  

Have you ever wondered if it's risky to create a suburban homestead?  In this episode, I'll answer your question! My goal is to help you get unstuck, overcome overwhelm, and dive right in! Are you ready to become more self-sufficient? Save tons of money on your grocery bill? Well, this episode is for you!  Enjoy, xoxo Alicia

African cities are under construction. Beyond the urban redevelopment schemes and large-scale infrastructure projects reconfiguring central city skylines, urban residents are putting their resources into finding land and building homes on city edges. The Suburban Frontier examines how self-built housing on the urban periphery has become central to middle-class formation and urban transformation in contemporary Tanzania. Drawing on original research in the city of Dar es Salaam, Claire Mercer details how the “suburban frontier” has become the place where Africa's middle classes are shaped. As the first book-length analysis of Africa's suburban middle class, The Suburban Frontier offers significant contributions to the study of urban social change in Africa and urbanization in the Global South.

We continue our conversation about environmental toxins within the suburban context which work against spiritual vitality. This week we cover Competition v. Contentment and Impressiveness v. Being Known.

In the premiere of Identified Season Two, Nabil Ayers speaks with musician and activist Tom Morello about his extraordinary upbringing and journey toward understanding his identity. Tom shares stories about his trailblazing mother—an adventurous white teacher from a small Illinois town who raised him alone as a Black child in a segregated suburb—and the complex legacy of his absent Kenyan father. Their conversation traverses generational resilience, the racism Tom faced growing up in Libertyville, Illinois, and the emotional reckoning of meeting his father for the first time at age 30. Tom discusses finding belonging in unexpected places: among childhood friends, through music, and ultimately, with the Kenyan family he never knew he had. He also opens up about being a sperm donor in the '90s—and the surprising family connections that have surfaced in recent years. This episode explores what it means to define family on your own terms, and how connection can transcend distance, time, and silence. Host: Nabil Ayers Guests: Tom Morello Executive Producer: Kieron Banerji Production Company and Network: Palm Tree Island Music: Nouela and Patricia Brennan Palm Tree Island Team: Sophia Moore & Asli PehlivanliSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

3 Disturbing TRUE Suburban Horror Stories

Jason's suburban lawn adventures, DIRT ALERT: Kim Kardashian testifies, BIG FAT MOVIE REVIEW: "Sinners," and the fart that shook ChinaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

"No, Dan. Wrestling didn't bring him back. BASKETBALL brought him back." The NBA is good, and the traffic is bad. Today's cast: Dan, Stugotz, Chris, Amin, Billy, and Mike. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices