May 25, 2026 • 24 mins
This week’s hometowns include a younger sister posing as a grandma for booze and a train derailment with a shocking twist.
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Speaker 1 (00:06):
Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder, the many So,
where we read your emails, your stories and emails.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
Emails and stories and anything in between.
Speaker 3 (00:28):
Friends and neighbors. I think you're first.
Speaker 2 (00:31):
Yeah, yeah, okay. The subject line of this email is
my younger sister did the illegal part. Hello Karen and Georgia.
You guys are the best and seeing you in Chicago
was a highlight of twenty twenty five. You absolutely crushed it.
My story firmly falls into the oldest sister puppeteering younger
(00:51):
sister category. We love those. The year was two thousand
and nine and it was a summer afternoon in the
South Side of Chicago. I am the eldest of five kids.
At the time, I was nineteen, My twin sisters were eighteen,
and my twin brothers were thirteen. Jesus, this lineup has
probably tipped Cairen off to our Irish catholic ness and
(01:13):
Georgia growing up. I had the ideas and my sister
Bridget did the doing. She is deeply funny and gave
little fucks, making her the perfect puppet. On this particular afternoon,
we found ourselves sitting around plotting how we could get
alcohol for later that night. We had exhausted our rolodex
of older cousins and we were not feeling brave enough
(01:34):
to get a run. Did everyone call it this when
you sit outside a liquor store and ask a cool
looking adult to buy you beer?
Speaker 3 (01:41):
Done it so many times?
Speaker 2 (01:42):
My cousin Eileen, I remember she called it tapping shoulder.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
That's so good.
Speaker 2 (01:47):
I think they made that up. Anyways, we had no
options left when an idea occurred to me, old people
don't get carted. My plan took little convincing. Bridget was
immediately in. I spent the next missus doubtfire style, transforming
her from sunburned teenager into the most convincing grandmother our
resources could manage.
Speaker 3 (02:08):
Oh my, I.
Speaker 4 (02:09):
Would have never crossed my mind because I can't act too.
I would have been laughing or crying the whole time.
Speaker 2 (02:15):
Or just being like a scared Oh my god. We
used an old Halloween wig, an obscene amount of makeup
we relate, and the oldest looking clothes we could find
in my mom's closet. Bridget practiced her old lady walk
and satisfied with the results, we were off.
Speaker 3 (02:31):
If this works, then I'll believe in, God.
Speaker 2 (02:35):
Here we go. We loaded into our hand me down
nineteen ninety nine silver Grandmarquis.
Speaker 3 (02:41):
Amazing.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
That's an old lady car. Ye never more grateful for
this geriatric monstrosity of a car than in that moment.
Surely any liquor store employee seeing someone exit this vehicle
would assume she's at least sixty five. We parked and
Bridget shuffled in. We held our breath and watched from
the car as she made her way to the back
of the store. She paused in front of the bier,
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then grabbed a case of twisted teas.
Speaker 3 (03:05):
Oh my god, so grandma you know? Yeah, well Grandma's dring.
Speaker 2 (03:08):
Old people love twisted teas. She later said that she
panicked and could not decide what a grandmother would be
buying at noon on a Tuesday. As she hobbled up
to the counter, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten
about her chipped black nail polish. Jesus, the attendant did
not seem to notice. He smiled and asked, ah, fun
party night. She put on her best fake granny voice
(03:31):
and replied, er yes. He handed her the change, completely
unaware that she was a high school senior and told
her to have a good day. We started cheering as
she walked out, She looked at us, jumped straight into
the air and I shit, knew you not clicked her
heels together before sprinting back.
Speaker 3 (03:48):
To the car.
Speaker 1 (03:49):
Worked.
Speaker 2 (03:50):
It fucking worked. The afternoon ended. There's a picture.
Speaker 3 (03:54):
Okay, Oh my god?
Speaker 2 (03:55):
Uh huh. The afternoon ended with us driving to the
bar where we knew my grandpa Charlie and his Jimmy
we're at. Bridget cruised in and sat down next to them,
still fully in character. She tried to talk to them
for five minutes, but they wanted absolutely nothing to do
with this random old woman. Finally, she ripped off the
wig and yelled, Papa, it's me. The entire bar erupted.
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My grandpa was a little horrified, but mostly amused. We
decided not to push our luck and never dusted off
that old lady wig again. Despite none of us liking
twisted teas, you better believe that we forced our way
through them that night.
Speaker 3 (04:29):
Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:30):
I'm attaching pictures of Grandma Bridget for your viewing and
sharing pleasure, as I believe the statue of limitations has
expired on this stay sexy and don't underestimate a bad wig. Maggie.
Speaker 3 (04:41):
I can't wait to see this. Yeah, i'd totally buy
it one hundred percent. Look at that outfit.
Speaker 2 (04:47):
It's fucking brilliant.
Speaker 3 (04:49):
It's so good.
Speaker 4 (04:50):
It's like not too over the top, it's not, but
it's enough. The teeth give it away because she's got
perfect teeth.
Speaker 2 (04:56):
Right, she should have yellowed those up a little bit.
The glasses are perfect.
Speaker 3 (05:00):
Lush is perfect fucking blazer.
Speaker 2 (05:02):
I think this scarfer around the head tied under the
chin is an overplay, yes, but it's still gish. Yeah,
it gives. And as long as she was kind of
crouched over and talking in the old lady voice.
Speaker 4 (05:15):
Eyed purse, Oh my god, Like I hate that we
just gave a bunch of teenagers a fucking there's.
Speaker 3 (05:23):
A great phone over.
Speaker 4 (05:24):
There's one on her across the top of the fucking
Grand Marquee closing like a pin up.
Speaker 3 (05:28):
Girl. Will put them on our Instagram.
Speaker 2 (05:30):
That second picture is absolutely joy Also, I think the
Grand Marquee was fifty percent of that. Yes journey.
Speaker 3 (05:37):
It's a giant silver like cop car.
Speaker 2 (05:39):
It's a total Grandma car.
Speaker 4 (05:41):
I want it, Okay, I want bridges to have become
an actress, and I want her sister who wrote it.
Speaker 3 (05:45):
In to be a makeup artist. Oh my god, that's
what happened in the end.
Speaker 2 (05:48):
What if it's Maggie Gillenhall and.
Speaker 3 (05:51):
Her sister Bridget Bridge agil at all, Bridgie Chilly, you know.
Speaker 2 (05:56):
The infamous Bridget Chillan.
Speaker 1 (05:58):
Wow.
Speaker 3 (05:58):
That was That was one for the Ages, so epics,
so good?
Speaker 4 (06:02):
All right, wow, okay, Well I'll have to follow that
one with uh tornado story. Oh yes, dear Karen and Georgia,
let's jump right in. In April of nineteen seventy nine,
my mom, Vicki was sixteen, a junior in high school
in her Wichita Falls, Texas, and dealing with a breakup.
Speaker 3 (06:20):
On the dresser in her bedroom.
Speaker 4 (06:21):
She had her class ring, her mom's class ring, and
her recent excess class ring. The ex mark had come
by asking for the ringback, but my mom refused and
simply told him that she'd give it back later.
Speaker 2 (06:34):
Sure she wasn't ready.
Speaker 4 (06:35):
No nobody could have known how much later that would be.
On April tenth, nineteen seventy nine, a massive tornado ripped
through town in an event now known as Terrible Tuesday.
Speaker 3 (06:45):
Oh you love tornado, I do.
Speaker 4 (06:47):
The tornado touchdown at five fifty five pm, traveled eight
miles through the city, killing forty two people and destroying
more than one hundred commercial businesses, two schools, and more
than three thousand homes.
Speaker 2 (06:59):
Oh my god.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
On that evening, my mom, her parents, and her brother,
who had come by the house for dinner, were getting
ready to eat when the tornado warning hit. My granddad
ordered everyone into the car to drive out of town.
My mom argued because even at sixteen, she knew that
being in a car during a tornado is a famously
bad idea. But Dad said get in. And when the
Texas Dad says that you get in. The only one
(07:22):
not required to leave was her brother, who stayed behind.
I guess he was over eighteen, so he's.
Speaker 2 (07:26):
Like, fuck you, I'm just going to hang out here.
Speaker 3 (07:29):
In the tornado house.
Speaker 4 (07:31):
They drove out of town a bit, but then couldn't
go anymore as there was too much traffic with cars
pulled over as everyone was.
Speaker 3 (07:37):
Trying to leave.
Speaker 2 (07:38):
That's so scary.
Speaker 3 (07:39):
That's like why you don't get in your car and
trying to drive somewhere.
Speaker 2 (07:42):
Also, that's when the LA fires were happening and I
had fires literally in a ring around my neighborhood. Yeah,
I left my house because I was like saying, I
can't get out while everyone else is trying to get out.
Speaker 4 (07:53):
Exactly. That's exactly why I left, like before I needed to. Yeah,
that's and my cousin was one of the ones got
stuck in the palisades, like driving out and her car
got fucking burned.
Speaker 3 (08:04):
For really, she run. Yeah. So later that day I
was like, I'm not.
Speaker 4 (08:07):
Doing this nod terrifying. Yeah. So my mom watched the
tornado as it barreled through town. It was over a
mile wide and looked like a massive black wall. When
it passed, they drove back toward their house and realized
at the end of their block that all of the
houses were leveled. It went from a normal neighborhood and
houses to nothing. Her brother, who had stayed behind, survived
(08:31):
by sheltering in a closet under the stairway, and when
he emerged, the entire second story of their house was gone.
So I can show you a photo of the houses
before and after of the house beautiful, oh seventies looking
normal house. Oh, then that like if her brother hadn't there,
he would have died, right, he was hiding like there
(08:52):
somewhere there isn't it? Fucking but like that's an uninhabitable
tear down, yes, and so random, Yeah, we'll show it
on her Instagram, Okay. And so the entire second story
was gone, which meant my mom's room and the class
rings were gone as well. Remember that my mom really
only cared about the class rings and even searched in
the ditch behind the house. She never found them. In
(09:14):
the end, my grandparents decided to sell the lot rather
than rebuild, and the rings were presumed lost. Fast forward
ten years to nineteen eighty seven. Vicki and Mark exchange
different rings. What so they get back together and get
married and then emoji with a heart's in its eyes.
Fast forwards sixteen more years to two thousand and three.
(09:35):
I'm thirteen years old, the middle of Mark and Vickie's
three daughters. The family who rebuilt the old lot is
still living there. Their nineteen year old son is in
the backyard when their dogs dig something up, and what
do they find? A writer high school class of nineteen
seventy nine ring with the initials M l oh.
Speaker 3 (09:54):
The photo of it too.
Speaker 4 (09:56):
This is from Molly. You fucking kill this email. Mollys,
look at that vintage classics.
Speaker 2 (10:01):
Unbelievable.
Speaker 4 (10:02):
They borrow a yearbook, realized the former resident is now
married to a guy named Mark, and call my mom.
My mom brought my sisters and me in on the news,
and one night we played a game of asking my
dad if he could remember what his class ring looked like.
He ended up describing me at all wrong classic and
then my mom said did it look like this and
held out the ring to him. He was shocked and amazed.
(10:23):
Of course, stay sexy and give your ex his class
ringback so it's not lost in a tornado. Or maybe
don't Mollie.
Speaker 2 (10:31):
Oh my god, I know that is when you start like,
when it started going that direction, I was like, they
found the ring, Like, how is that possible?
Speaker 4 (10:41):
And just in the backyard sitting there. That's why you
need to always bring a name metal to Texas and
bring it with you everywhere you go. That's literally what
I want to.
Speaker 2 (10:49):
Say from house to house. Okay, I'm not going to
read you the subject line. It says, hey folks, my
maternal great friend father or Papa Pete as my family
called him was a character. He was a raging alcoholic who,
to me sounds like a total piece of shit, but
at his core cared for his children, my grandmother and
(11:12):
her siblings. The closest fictional character I can compare them
to is Frank Gallagher from Shameless.
Speaker 3 (11:17):
Oh fuck, that's rough.
Speaker 2 (11:20):
He frequently went on drinking and gambling binges where his
family wouldn't hear from him for weeks. He gave classic
drunk advice, my favorite of which being if you have
nowhere to sleep, sleep on a grave because no one
will bother you. And then it says classy, but that's
really true. I kept thinking about that, where I'm like,
that's really true. Yeah, you go into a graveyard at night,
(11:41):
you're alone pretty much, Yeah, kind of, Well, some drinking teenagers,
but they're scared of you and ghosts and ghosts, but
they're also scared of you. So, without further ado, it's
the late sixties in the small town of Watumpka, Alabama,
population of about four thousand people at the time. My
great grandmother big Mama no I'm not kidding, gets a
(12:02):
phone call from a sheriff in Texas. Ma'am, are you
the wife of Pete Brooks, Yes, ma'am, your husband is dead.
He'd drunk himself to death. You're gonna have to come
to Texas to collect his body. Big Mama, who's only
about thirty at the time, while holding this charming nickname,
by the way, is devastated. She takes her two young
(12:23):
teenage daughters on a road trip to Texas to bring
the body of their father home to Alabama to be buried.
They enter the police station, they explained that they are
there to collect mister Rook's remains. The young mother and
her daughters are brought around the corner to the cells,
only to find Pete Rooks drunk off his ass and
slurring his helloes to his wife and daughters. What Pete
(12:46):
had gone on a bender so grandiose that it carried
him three states away. Upon being arrested for god knows what,
the sheriff must have asked him who he could call
to come pick him up from the station. Pete knew
no one would come pick him up up in Texas,
all the way from Alabama now, and he was out
of money, so, being the genius he was, he told
(13:06):
the shareff to call his wife and tell her that
he had died.
Speaker 4 (13:09):
Okay, the sheriff is so complicit and it's so not okay,
and it was your job to not do that.
Speaker 2 (13:15):
This is this is a real bros before host situation.
That is like, and that's the.
Speaker 4 (13:21):
Diastation that they went through the whole time before knowing that,
just because you were like, come pick me up.
Speaker 3 (13:26):
Yeah, and the share was like, let's do it.
Speaker 2 (13:28):
Boys club. Wow, that's why the girls clubs must we
must get serious about the girls club. Yes, because the
boys have been boys club and for far too long.
Speaker 3 (13:39):
You've had your fucking day.
Speaker 2 (13:40):
Can you imagine how furious you would be? Okay, he
knew that the only way his wife would come pick
his dumb ass up in a whole other state after
no contact, no apology, and no money to fund the
trip was over his dead body. I can't even imagine
that twelve hour car ride of shame home. And that's
(14:02):
my crazy great grandparents' story. JS.
Speaker 4 (14:05):
Shit, you got one of those stories, email them to us.
Please fucked up things someone's ever done to you?
Speaker 2 (14:12):
Also, if you feel shamed, yeah, maybe not that bad.
If you have a story that where you feel like
you're supposed to feel shame or that somebody's bad, they're
not right. Write it in. Let's let us decide.
Speaker 3 (14:24):
Yeah, we'll tell you the truth.
Speaker 2 (14:26):
Um, okay, we'll tell you the truth.
Speaker 3 (14:29):
Let's see. Okay.
Speaker 4 (14:30):
Oh and this is it's a Memorial Day when this
comes out, So this is kind of a Memorial Day story.
Hello ladies and Emotional Support animals. I was born and
raised in Buffalo, New York. My family traveled from Italy
sometime around eighteen ninety and decided to make the city
of Good Neighbors their home. In nineteen ninety six, my
grandfather embarked on a dedicated search to locate his missing uncle, Bartholomew,
(14:54):
who had served in World War Two. Initially, the family
had been informed that he was missing an action, but
later but the military communicated that he had been killed
in battle, with no remains discovered. Due to the onset
of Alzheimer's disease, my grandfather's pursuit was tragically interrupted. However,
in twenty nineteen, my father took it upon himself to
continue the search. He began reaching out to distant relatives
(15:16):
he had never met and joining Facebook groups dedicated to
the families of missing veterans. After years of tireless research,
my father discovered a cemetery in Luxembourg that still contained
approximately one hundred unmarked graves. Given that Bartholomew's last known
location was in this area and he had been missing
for seventy five years, it seemed to be the most
(15:36):
likely place to find him. In a remarkable turn of events,
several family members submitted DNA samples, which ultimately allowed us
to confirm Botholomew's identity among the unmarked graves. WHOA I
know after all that time?
Speaker 2 (15:50):
So I wonder if the army or whatever it was
has some sort of procedure to keep something so they
contest totally.
Speaker 4 (15:58):
And then his remains were repatriated to Buffalo for a
proper military burial, just in time for would have been
his one hundred and fourth birthday. On Memorial Day WOW
on Saturday, June first, twenty twenty four. Bartholomew received full
military honors and was laid to rest with his family.
Bring enclosure to a story that has resonated in our
family for generations. Is a profound and moving moment. To
(16:20):
know that after so many years, he will finally rest
with those who loved him. My Papa, who passed away
on October fourteenth, twenty twenty four, has now been reunited
with his beloved uncle SSDGM K. Wow, that's a powerful story.
Yeah for Memorial Day, totally.
Speaker 3 (16:41):
Wow.
Speaker 2 (16:41):
Well, if you're enlisted, if you're in any part of
the military in this country, thank you for your service.
Speaker 3 (16:48):
Yes, thank you.
Speaker 2 (16:49):
And thank you to World War Two veterans for fighting Nazis.
Speaker 3 (16:53):
Yeah, literal Nazi.
Speaker 2 (16:55):
Very important to fight Nazis.
Speaker 3 (16:58):
Let's do it. Okay.
Speaker 2 (17:02):
My last email, the subject line is a fun train
derailment question mark. Hello murder pals. I know you're awesome.
You know you're awesome. We don't need to discuss it.
Some random Wednesday in two thousand and seven, my grandfather
picked me up from school, just like any other day.
We made some small talk on the way home, and
(17:23):
when we walked in the door, he told me that
he had a gift for me. While I waited, my
grandmother showed me a brand new diamond ring he had
just given her. This was weird since my grandparents weren't
exactly well off. My gift was a brand new laptop.
Since our household computer was of the nineties and it
was on its last leg. I was eager to get
on MySpace in less than a fifteen minute wait time.
(17:45):
So I stopped wondering if my grandfather had pulled a
bank job, and I went on to my room right,
and I don't ask questions questions, just log on. Fast
forward to a few hours when the nightly news came on.
Being a teenager, I didn't watch the news, but I
happened to walk through the living room at just the
right time to see my grandfather on the screen talking
about how something felt like an earthquake. Super Confused, I
(18:08):
stopped to listen. That afternoon, he had stopped at a
convenience store. It was one of those stores you wouldn't
know was a store if unless you were a local,
just a boring, tiny building on the side of the road.
There's nothing unusual about him stopping there. But what he
conveniently didn't mention at all that day was that while
he was there, a fucking train ran through the store.
Speaker 3 (18:32):
Well, I forgot about the train completely right.
Speaker 2 (18:34):
According to the News, a train engineer ignored a stop
signal when he was backing up on an offloading track,
which caused three train cars to roll through a dirt
barrier and hit the store thirty feet from where the
track ends. The owner managed to get everyone out safely,
including having to pull out a customer who went into
shock and had to be sent to the hospital. My
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grandfather had only a tiny cut on his nose, probably
from his glasses being pushed into his face from the
impact duda of a train train. I don't remember the
store ever reopening, and eventually it was demolished. But as
far as I know, trains have run without incident in
my hometown ever since. Oh yeah, in the gifts, he
(19:16):
stopped there to buy a lottery ticket. The ticket won
him one hundred thousand dollars.
Speaker 3 (19:21):
Sorry, what the fuck?
Speaker 4 (19:22):
I was like he stole the money when like everyone
had evacuated.
Speaker 2 (19:27):
He says, yeah, not only did he survive a freak
trained derailment, but he won more than my salary from
the ticket he bought immediately before it happened.
Speaker 3 (19:36):
What the fuck?
Speaker 2 (19:38):
Stay sexy and avoid stores near train tracks, Brits or don't.
And then our producer Kate Shallenbach looked the incident up
and she says there was indeed a trained derailment near
in Lancaster, South Carolina, in two thousand and seven. The
train ran into a by Right convenience store, and Kate
found a print interview quoting a witness who had stopped
(20:00):
and to get a lottery ticket when the train crashed
into the store. No one died in this incident.
Speaker 4 (20:06):
I mean the time, the timeline that you're on in
this life. If that's it, After that, that's pretty fucking great.
Speaker 2 (20:13):
Constant whistling, constant chill attitude.
Speaker 3 (20:17):
Yes, someone likes you.
Speaker 2 (20:18):
Just just I am blessed.
Speaker 3 (20:20):
Oh my god, wow. Okay. My last one is just
about medieval family folklore. Oh just that.
Speaker 4 (20:27):
Yeah, okay, Hi, Karen and Georgia. Greetings from Brussels. I'll
get straight into it. I'm from the rural part of Belgium, Limburg.
I've been to Belgium.
Speaker 3 (20:37):
Isn't that weird?
Speaker 2 (20:38):
Yeah?
Speaker 4 (20:39):
Back in the late medieval times this area was mostly farms,
tiny wooden houses with thatched roofs, and local pubs.
Speaker 2 (20:46):
Take me so fun.
Speaker 4 (20:48):
Life was fine if you were hard working. Unfortunately, I
come from a long line of quote enthusiastic enjoyers of
life not exactly align with the whole reap what you
sew lifestyle. So my ancestors found a solution. A gang,
not just any gang, the biggest and most notorious one
in the region. Their name okay, here I go uh
(21:11):
du Bacan writers, Brocken Writers writers literally the goat writers.
Speaker 2 (21:17):
Oh, and that says.
Speaker 4 (21:18):
I know goat writers. Folklore says they rode goats through
the night. Some stories even mentioned flying goats. In reality,
they were more into leaving threatening burn letters on people's doores,
not to be confused with the mean girl burned the book,
and since everything was made of wood and straw very
flammable vibes, the letters basically said nice home, you got there,
(21:40):
It would be a shame if it burned down.
Speaker 3 (21:42):
People had to pay to avoid.
Speaker 2 (21:43):
That shit like early mafia yeah, or Brussels Mafia.
Speaker 3 (21:47):
Yeah.
Speaker 4 (21:47):
My family name shows up in multiple court documents connected
to this gang. I find that both cool and slightly concerning,
and honestly a bit explanatory for how my family still
operates today. No crime, just creative thinking. It doesn't end
well though. Two of my ancestors were hanged in a
nearby town after being tortured for a confession. When I
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was about eight, my dad took me there. The original
gallows were still standing in front of the town hall.
WHOA my dad somehow arranged a meeting with the mayor
to discuss our family history. I vividly remember us walking
into the office and my dad immediately joking, so who
here hanged my family? It remains one of my favorite
childhood memories to this day. Now that I've uncovered my
(22:30):
dad's side, I'm looking into my mom's. Apparently my grandparents
were heavily involved in resistance efforts during.
Speaker 3 (22:36):
The Nazi occupation.
Speaker 4 (22:37):
Oh yes, they rarely talked about it because of the trauma,
even though that's where their love story began. Wow, maybe
a story for another day. Anyway, Thank you for being
you heart emoji, stay sexy, and maybe don't trust anyone
who rides goats.
Speaker 3 (22:51):
M M.
Speaker 2 (22:53):
Please write in the love story where your grandparents met
during the resistance.
Speaker 3 (22:57):
We need resistance love stories.
Speaker 2 (22:59):
We need all resistance stories, any.
Speaker 3 (23:01):
Any like today? Are there any resistance that's right?
Speaker 2 (23:03):
Minneapolis? Come on, let.
Speaker 3 (23:06):
Us write us at gu what is it? My favorite
murder at gmail dot com?
Speaker 2 (23:10):
Thank you, goat writers in the sky.
Speaker 3 (23:12):
That's right, Stay sex and don't get murdered. Good goodbye, Elvis.
Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2 (23:25):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 4 (23:27):
Our senior producer is Molly Smith and our associate producer
is Tessa Hughes.
Speaker 2 (23:30):
Our editor is Aristotle Ascevedo.
Speaker 3 (23:32):
This episode was mixed by Leona Squalacci.
Speaker 2 (23:34):
Email your hometowns to My Favorite Murder at gmail dot com.
Speaker 3 (23:37):
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Friends and neighbors. I think you're first.
Speaker 2 (00:31):
Yeah, yeah, okay. The subject line of this email is
my younger sister did the illegal part. Hello Karen and Georgia.
You guys are the best and seeing you in Chicago
was a highlight of twenty twenty five. You absolutely crushed it.
My story firmly falls into the oldest sister puppeteering younger
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sister category. We love those. The year was two thousand
and nine and it was a summer afternoon in the
South Side of Chicago. I am the eldest of five kids.
At the time, I was nineteen, My twin sisters were eighteen,
and my twin brothers were thirteen. Jesus, this lineup has
probably tipped Cairen off to our Irish catholic ness and
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Georgia growing up. I had the ideas and my sister
Bridget did the doing. She is deeply funny and gave
little fucks, making her the perfect puppet. On this particular afternoon,
we found ourselves sitting around plotting how we could get
alcohol for later that night. We had exhausted our rolodex
of older cousins and we were not feeling brave enough
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to get a run. Did everyone call it this when
you sit outside a liquor store and ask a cool
looking adult to buy you beer?
Speaker 3 (01:41):
Done it so many times?
Speaker 2 (01:42):
My cousin Eileen, I remember she called it tapping shoulder.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
That's so good.
Speaker 2 (01:47):
I think they made that up. Anyways, we had no
options left when an idea occurred to me, old people
don't get carted. My plan took little convincing. Bridget was
immediately in. I spent the next missus doubtfire style, transforming
her from sunburned teenager into the most convincing grandmother our
resources could manage.
Speaker 3 (02:08):
Oh my, I.
Speaker 4 (02:09):
Would have never crossed my mind because I can't act too.
I would have been laughing or crying the whole time.
Speaker 2 (02:15):
Or just being like a scared Oh my god. We
used an old Halloween wig, an obscene amount of makeup
we relate, and the oldest looking clothes we could find
in my mom's closet. Bridget practiced her old lady walk
and satisfied with the results, we were off.
Speaker 3 (02:31):
If this works, then I'll believe in, God.
Speaker 2 (02:35):
Here we go. We loaded into our hand me down
nineteen ninety nine silver Grandmarquis.
Speaker 3 (02:41):
Amazing.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
That's an old lady car. Ye never more grateful for
this geriatric monstrosity of a car than in that moment.
Surely any liquor store employee seeing someone exit this vehicle
would assume she's at least sixty five. We parked and
Bridget shuffled in. We held our breath and watched from
the car as she made her way to the back
of the store. She paused in front of the bier,
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then grabbed a case of twisted teas.
Speaker 3 (03:05):
Oh my god, so grandma you know? Yeah, well Grandma's dring.
Speaker 2 (03:08):
Old people love twisted teas. She later said that she
panicked and could not decide what a grandmother would be
buying at noon on a Tuesday. As she hobbled up
to the counter, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten
about her chipped black nail polish. Jesus, the attendant did
not seem to notice. He smiled and asked, ah, fun
party night. She put on her best fake granny voice
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and replied, er yes. He handed her the change, completely
unaware that she was a high school senior and told
her to have a good day. We started cheering as
she walked out, She looked at us, jumped straight into
the air and I shit, knew you not clicked her
heels together before sprinting back.
Speaker 3 (03:48):
To the car.
Speaker 1 (03:49):
Worked.
Speaker 2 (03:50):
It fucking worked. The afternoon ended. There's a picture.
Speaker 3 (03:54):
Okay, Oh my god?
Speaker 2 (03:55):
Uh huh. The afternoon ended with us driving to the
bar where we knew my grandpa Charlie and his Jimmy
we're at. Bridget cruised in and sat down next to them,
still fully in character. She tried to talk to them
for five minutes, but they wanted absolutely nothing to do
with this random old woman. Finally, she ripped off the
wig and yelled, Papa, it's me. The entire bar erupted.
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My grandpa was a little horrified, but mostly amused. We
decided not to push our luck and never dusted off
that old lady wig again. Despite none of us liking
twisted teas, you better believe that we forced our way
through them that night.
Speaker 3 (04:29):
Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:30):
I'm attaching pictures of Grandma Bridget for your viewing and
sharing pleasure, as I believe the statue of limitations has
expired on this stay sexy and don't underestimate a bad wig. Maggie.
Speaker 3 (04:41):
I can't wait to see this. Yeah, i'd totally buy
it one hundred percent. Look at that outfit.
Speaker 2 (04:47):
It's fucking brilliant.
Speaker 3 (04:49):
It's so good.
Speaker 4 (04:50):
It's like not too over the top, it's not, but
it's enough. The teeth give it away because she's got
perfect teeth.
Speaker 2 (04:56):
Right, she should have yellowed those up a little bit.
The glasses are perfect.
Speaker 3 (05:00):
Lush is perfect fucking blazer.
Speaker 2 (05:02):
I think this scarfer around the head tied under the
chin is an overplay, yes, but it's still gish. Yeah,
it gives. And as long as she was kind of
crouched over and talking in the old lady voice.
Speaker 4 (05:15):
Eyed purse, Oh my god, Like I hate that we
just gave a bunch of teenagers a fucking there's.
Speaker 3 (05:23):
A great phone over.
Speaker 4 (05:24):
There's one on her across the top of the fucking
Grand Marquee closing like a pin up.
Speaker 3 (05:28):
Girl. Will put them on our Instagram.
Speaker 2 (05:30):
That second picture is absolutely joy Also, I think the
Grand Marquee was fifty percent of that. Yes journey.
Speaker 3 (05:37):
It's a giant silver like cop car.
Speaker 2 (05:39):
It's a total Grandma car.
Speaker 4 (05:41):
I want it, Okay, I want bridges to have become
an actress, and I want her sister who wrote it.
Speaker 3 (05:45):
In to be a makeup artist. Oh my god, that's
what happened in the end.
Speaker 2 (05:48):
What if it's Maggie Gillenhall and.
Speaker 3 (05:51):
Her sister Bridget Bridge agil at all, Bridgie Chilly, you know.
Speaker 2 (05:56):
The infamous Bridget Chillan.
Speaker 1 (05:58):
Wow.
Speaker 3 (05:58):
That was That was one for the Ages, so epics,
so good?
Speaker 4 (06:02):
All right, wow, okay, Well I'll have to follow that
one with uh tornado story. Oh yes, dear Karen and Georgia,
let's jump right in. In April of nineteen seventy nine,
my mom, Vicki was sixteen, a junior in high school
in her Wichita Falls, Texas, and dealing with a breakup.
Speaker 3 (06:20):
On the dresser in her bedroom.
Speaker 4 (06:21):
She had her class ring, her mom's class ring, and
her recent excess class ring. The ex mark had come
by asking for the ringback, but my mom refused and
simply told him that she'd give it back later.
Speaker 2 (06:34):
Sure she wasn't ready.
Speaker 4 (06:35):
No nobody could have known how much later that would be.
On April tenth, nineteen seventy nine, a massive tornado ripped
through town in an event now known as Terrible Tuesday.
Speaker 3 (06:45):
Oh you love tornado, I do.
Speaker 4 (06:47):
The tornado touchdown at five fifty five pm, traveled eight
miles through the city, killing forty two people and destroying
more than one hundred commercial businesses, two schools, and more
than three thousand homes.
Speaker 2 (06:59):
Oh my god.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
On that evening, my mom, her parents, and her brother,
who had come by the house for dinner, were getting
ready to eat when the tornado warning hit. My granddad
ordered everyone into the car to drive out of town.
My mom argued because even at sixteen, she knew that
being in a car during a tornado is a famously
bad idea. But Dad said get in. And when the
Texas Dad says that you get in. The only one
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not required to leave was her brother, who stayed behind.
I guess he was over eighteen, so he's.
Speaker 2 (07:26):
Like, fuck you, I'm just going to hang out here.
Speaker 3 (07:29):
In the tornado house.
Speaker 4 (07:31):
They drove out of town a bit, but then couldn't
go anymore as there was too much traffic with cars
pulled over as everyone was.
Speaker 3 (07:37):
Trying to leave.
Speaker 2 (07:38):
That's so scary.
Speaker 3 (07:39):
That's like why you don't get in your car and
trying to drive somewhere.
Speaker 2 (07:42):
Also, that's when the LA fires were happening and I
had fires literally in a ring around my neighborhood. Yeah,
I left my house because I was like saying, I
can't get out while everyone else is trying to get out.
Speaker 4 (07:53):
Exactly. That's exactly why I left, like before I needed to. Yeah,
that's and my cousin was one of the ones got
stuck in the palisades, like driving out and her car
got fucking burned.
Speaker 3 (08:04):
For really, she run. Yeah. So later that day I
was like, I'm not.
Speaker 4 (08:07):
Doing this nod terrifying. Yeah. So my mom watched the
tornado as it barreled through town. It was over a
mile wide and looked like a massive black wall. When
it passed, they drove back toward their house and realized
at the end of their block that all of the
houses were leveled. It went from a normal neighborhood and
houses to nothing. Her brother, who had stayed behind, survived
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by sheltering in a closet under the stairway, and when
he emerged, the entire second story of their house was gone.
So I can show you a photo of the houses
before and after of the house beautiful, oh seventies looking
normal house. Oh, then that like if her brother hadn't there,
he would have died, right, he was hiding like there
(08:52):
somewhere there isn't it? Fucking but like that's an uninhabitable
tear down, yes, and so random, Yeah, we'll show it
on her Instagram, Okay. And so the entire second story
was gone, which meant my mom's room and the class
rings were gone as well. Remember that my mom really
only cared about the class rings and even searched in
the ditch behind the house. She never found them. In
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the end, my grandparents decided to sell the lot rather
than rebuild, and the rings were presumed lost. Fast forward
ten years to nineteen eighty seven. Vicki and Mark exchange
different rings. What so they get back together and get
married and then emoji with a heart's in its eyes.
Fast forwards sixteen more years to two thousand and three.
(09:35):
I'm thirteen years old, the middle of Mark and Vickie's
three daughters. The family who rebuilt the old lot is
still living there. Their nineteen year old son is in
the backyard when their dogs dig something up, and what
do they find? A writer high school class of nineteen
seventy nine ring with the initials M l oh.
Speaker 3 (09:54):
The photo of it too.
Speaker 4 (09:56):
This is from Molly. You fucking kill this email. Mollys,
look at that vintage classics.
Speaker 2 (10:01):
Unbelievable.
Speaker 4 (10:02):
They borrow a yearbook, realized the former resident is now
married to a guy named Mark, and call my mom.
My mom brought my sisters and me in on the news,
and one night we played a game of asking my
dad if he could remember what his class ring looked like.
He ended up describing me at all wrong classic and
then my mom said did it look like this and
held out the ring to him. He was shocked and amazed.
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Of course, stay sexy and give your ex his class
ringback so it's not lost in a tornado. Or maybe
don't Mollie.
Speaker 2 (10:31):
Oh my god, I know that is when you start like,
when it started going that direction, I was like, they
found the ring, Like, how is that possible?
Speaker 4 (10:41):
And just in the backyard sitting there. That's why you
need to always bring a name metal to Texas and
bring it with you everywhere you go. That's literally what
I want to.
Speaker 2 (10:49):
Say from house to house. Okay, I'm not going to
read you the subject line. It says, hey folks, my
maternal great friend father or Papa Pete as my family
called him was a character. He was a raging alcoholic who,
to me sounds like a total piece of shit, but
at his core cared for his children, my grandmother and
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her siblings. The closest fictional character I can compare them
to is Frank Gallagher from Shameless.
Speaker 3 (11:17):
Oh fuck, that's rough.
Speaker 2 (11:20):
He frequently went on drinking and gambling binges where his
family wouldn't hear from him for weeks. He gave classic
drunk advice, my favorite of which being if you have
nowhere to sleep, sleep on a grave because no one
will bother you. And then it says classy, but that's
really true. I kept thinking about that, where I'm like,
that's really true. Yeah, you go into a graveyard at night,
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you're alone pretty much, Yeah, kind of, Well, some drinking teenagers,
but they're scared of you and ghosts and ghosts, but
they're also scared of you. So, without further ado, it's
the late sixties in the small town of Watumpka, Alabama,
population of about four thousand people at the time. My
great grandmother big Mama no I'm not kidding, gets a
(12:02):
phone call from a sheriff in Texas. Ma'am, are you
the wife of Pete Brooks, Yes, ma'am, your husband is dead.
He'd drunk himself to death. You're gonna have to come
to Texas to collect his body. Big Mama, who's only
about thirty at the time, while holding this charming nickname,
by the way, is devastated. She takes her two young
(12:23):
teenage daughters on a road trip to Texas to bring
the body of their father home to Alabama to be buried.
They enter the police station, they explained that they are
there to collect mister Rook's remains. The young mother and
her daughters are brought around the corner to the cells,
only to find Pete Rooks drunk off his ass and
slurring his helloes to his wife and daughters. What Pete
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had gone on a bender so grandiose that it carried
him three states away. Upon being arrested for god knows what,
the sheriff must have asked him who he could call
to come pick him up from the station. Pete knew
no one would come pick him up up in Texas,
all the way from Alabama now, and he was out
of money, so, being the genius he was, he told
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the shareff to call his wife and tell her that
he had died.
Speaker 4 (13:09):
Okay, the sheriff is so complicit and it's so not okay,
and it was your job to not do that.
Speaker 2 (13:15):
This is this is a real bros before host situation.
That is like, and that's the.
Speaker 4 (13:21):
Diastation that they went through the whole time before knowing that,
just because you were like, come pick me up.
Speaker 3 (13:26):
Yeah, and the share was like, let's do it.
Speaker 2 (13:28):
Boys club. Wow, that's why the girls clubs must we
must get serious about the girls club. Yes, because the
boys have been boys club and for far too long.
Speaker 3 (13:39):
You've had your fucking day.
Speaker 2 (13:40):
Can you imagine how furious you would be? Okay, he
knew that the only way his wife would come pick
his dumb ass up in a whole other state after
no contact, no apology, and no money to fund the
trip was over his dead body. I can't even imagine
that twelve hour car ride of shame home. And that's
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my crazy great grandparents' story. JS.
Speaker 4 (14:05):
Shit, you got one of those stories, email them to us.
Please fucked up things someone's ever done to you?
Speaker 2 (14:12):
Also, if you feel shamed, yeah, maybe not that bad.
If you have a story that where you feel like
you're supposed to feel shame or that somebody's bad, they're
not right. Write it in. Let's let us decide.
Speaker 3 (14:24):
Yeah, we'll tell you the truth.
Speaker 2 (14:26):
Um, okay, we'll tell you the truth.
Speaker 3 (14:29):
Let's see. Okay.
Speaker 4 (14:30):
Oh and this is it's a Memorial Day when this
comes out, So this is kind of a Memorial Day story.
Hello ladies and Emotional Support animals. I was born and
raised in Buffalo, New York. My family traveled from Italy
sometime around eighteen ninety and decided to make the city
of Good Neighbors their home. In nineteen ninety six, my
grandfather embarked on a dedicated search to locate his missing uncle, Bartholomew,
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who had served in World War Two. Initially, the family
had been informed that he was missing an action, but
later but the military communicated that he had been killed
in battle, with no remains discovered. Due to the onset
of Alzheimer's disease, my grandfather's pursuit was tragically interrupted. However,
in twenty nineteen, my father took it upon himself to
continue the search. He began reaching out to distant relatives
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he had never met and joining Facebook groups dedicated to
the families of missing veterans. After years of tireless research,
my father discovered a cemetery in Luxembourg that still contained
approximately one hundred unmarked graves. Given that Bartholomew's last known
location was in this area and he had been missing
for seventy five years, it seemed to be the most
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likely place to find him. In a remarkable turn of events,
several family members submitted DNA samples, which ultimately allowed us
to confirm Botholomew's identity among the unmarked graves. WHOA I
know after all that time?
Speaker 2 (15:50):
So I wonder if the army or whatever it was
has some sort of procedure to keep something so they
contest totally.
Speaker 4 (15:58):
And then his remains were repatriated to Buffalo for a
proper military burial, just in time for would have been
his one hundred and fourth birthday. On Memorial Day WOW
on Saturday, June first, twenty twenty four. Bartholomew received full
military honors and was laid to rest with his family.
Bring enclosure to a story that has resonated in our
family for generations. Is a profound and moving moment. To
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know that after so many years, he will finally rest
with those who loved him. My Papa, who passed away
on October fourteenth, twenty twenty four, has now been reunited
with his beloved uncle SSDGM K. Wow, that's a powerful story.
Yeah for Memorial Day, totally.
Speaker 3 (16:41):
Wow.
Speaker 2 (16:41):
Well, if you're enlisted, if you're in any part of
the military in this country, thank you for your service.
Speaker 3 (16:48):
Yes, thank you.
Speaker 2 (16:49):
And thank you to World War Two veterans for fighting Nazis.
Speaker 3 (16:53):
Yeah, literal Nazi.
Speaker 2 (16:55):
Very important to fight Nazis.
Speaker 3 (16:58):
Let's do it. Okay.
Speaker 2 (17:02):
My last email, the subject line is a fun train
derailment question mark. Hello murder pals. I know you're awesome.
You know you're awesome. We don't need to discuss it.
Some random Wednesday in two thousand and seven, my grandfather
picked me up from school, just like any other day.
We made some small talk on the way home, and
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when we walked in the door, he told me that
he had a gift for me. While I waited, my
grandmother showed me a brand new diamond ring he had
just given her. This was weird since my grandparents weren't
exactly well off. My gift was a brand new laptop.
Since our household computer was of the nineties and it
was on its last leg. I was eager to get
on MySpace in less than a fifteen minute wait time.
(17:45):
So I stopped wondering if my grandfather had pulled a
bank job, and I went on to my room right,
and I don't ask questions questions, just log on. Fast
forward to a few hours when the nightly news came on.
Being a teenager, I didn't watch the news, but I
happened to walk through the living room at just the
right time to see my grandfather on the screen talking
about how something felt like an earthquake. Super Confused, I
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stopped to listen. That afternoon, he had stopped at a
convenience store. It was one of those stores you wouldn't
know was a store if unless you were a local,
just a boring, tiny building on the side of the road.
There's nothing unusual about him stopping there. But what he
conveniently didn't mention at all that day was that while
he was there, a fucking train ran through the store.
Speaker 3 (18:32):
Well, I forgot about the train completely right.
Speaker 2 (18:34):
According to the News, a train engineer ignored a stop
signal when he was backing up on an offloading track,
which caused three train cars to roll through a dirt
barrier and hit the store thirty feet from where the
track ends. The owner managed to get everyone out safely,
including having to pull out a customer who went into
shock and had to be sent to the hospital. My
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grandfather had only a tiny cut on his nose, probably
from his glasses being pushed into his face from the
impact duda of a train train. I don't remember the
store ever reopening, and eventually it was demolished. But as
far as I know, trains have run without incident in
my hometown ever since. Oh yeah, in the gifts, he
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stopped there to buy a lottery ticket. The ticket won
him one hundred thousand dollars.
Speaker 3 (19:21):
Sorry, what the fuck?
Speaker 4 (19:22):
I was like he stole the money when like everyone
had evacuated.
Speaker 2 (19:27):
He says, yeah, not only did he survive a freak
trained derailment, but he won more than my salary from
the ticket he bought immediately before it happened.
Speaker 3 (19:36):
What the fuck?
Speaker 2 (19:38):
Stay sexy and avoid stores near train tracks, Brits or don't.
And then our producer Kate Shallenbach looked the incident up
and she says there was indeed a trained derailment near
in Lancaster, South Carolina, in two thousand and seven. The
train ran into a by Right convenience store, and Kate
found a print interview quoting a witness who had stopped
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and to get a lottery ticket when the train crashed
into the store. No one died in this incident.
Speaker 4 (20:06):
I mean the time, the timeline that you're on in
this life. If that's it, After that, that's pretty fucking great.
Speaker 2 (20:13):
Constant whistling, constant chill attitude.
Speaker 3 (20:17):
Yes, someone likes you.
Speaker 2 (20:18):
Just just I am blessed.
Speaker 3 (20:20):
Oh my god, wow. Okay. My last one is just
about medieval family folklore. Oh just that.
Speaker 4 (20:27):
Yeah, okay, Hi, Karen and Georgia. Greetings from Brussels. I'll
get straight into it. I'm from the rural part of Belgium, Limburg.
I've been to Belgium.
Speaker 3 (20:37):
Isn't that weird?
Speaker 2 (20:38):
Yeah?
Speaker 4 (20:39):
Back in the late medieval times this area was mostly farms,
tiny wooden houses with thatched roofs, and local pubs.
Speaker 2 (20:46):
Take me so fun.
Speaker 4 (20:48):
Life was fine if you were hard working. Unfortunately, I
come from a long line of quote enthusiastic enjoyers of
life not exactly align with the whole reap what you
sew lifestyle. So my ancestors found a solution. A gang,
not just any gang, the biggest and most notorious one
in the region. Their name okay, here I go uh
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du Bacan writers, Brocken Writers writers literally the goat writers.
Speaker 2 (21:17):
Oh, and that says.
Speaker 4 (21:18):
I know goat writers. Folklore says they rode goats through
the night. Some stories even mentioned flying goats. In reality,
they were more into leaving threatening burn letters on people's doores,
not to be confused with the mean girl burned the book,
and since everything was made of wood and straw very
flammable vibes, the letters basically said nice home, you got there,
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It would be a shame if it burned down.
Speaker 3 (21:42):
People had to pay to avoid.
Speaker 2 (21:43):
That shit like early mafia yeah, or Brussels Mafia.
Speaker 3 (21:47):
Yeah.
Speaker 4 (21:47):
My family name shows up in multiple court documents connected
to this gang. I find that both cool and slightly concerning,
and honestly a bit explanatory for how my family still
operates today. No crime, just creative thinking. It doesn't end
well though. Two of my ancestors were hanged in a
nearby town after being tortured for a confession. When I
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was about eight, my dad took me there. The original
gallows were still standing in front of the town hall.
WHOA my dad somehow arranged a meeting with the mayor
to discuss our family history. I vividly remember us walking
into the office and my dad immediately joking, so who
here hanged my family? It remains one of my favorite
childhood memories to this day. Now that I've uncovered my
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dad's side, I'm looking into my mom's. Apparently my grandparents
were heavily involved in resistance efforts during.
Speaker 3 (22:36):
The Nazi occupation.
Speaker 4 (22:37):
Oh yes, they rarely talked about it because of the trauma,
even though that's where their love story began. Wow, maybe
a story for another day. Anyway, Thank you for being
you heart emoji, stay sexy, and maybe don't trust anyone
who rides goats.
Speaker 3 (22:51):
M M.
Speaker 2 (22:53):
Please write in the love story where your grandparents met
during the resistance.
Speaker 3 (22:57):
We need resistance love stories.
Speaker 2 (22:59):
We need all resistance stories, any.
Speaker 3 (23:01):
Any like today? Are there any resistance that's right?
Speaker 2 (23:03):
Minneapolis? Come on, let.
Speaker 3 (23:06):
Us write us at gu what is it? My favorite
murder at gmail dot com?
Speaker 2 (23:10):
Thank you, goat writers in the sky.
Speaker 3 (23:12):
That's right, Stay sex and don't get murdered. Good goodbye, Elvis.
Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2 (23:25):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 4 (23:27):
Our senior producer is Molly Smith and our associate producer
is Tessa Hughes.
Speaker 2 (23:30):
Our editor is Aristotle Ascevedo.
Speaker 3 (23:32):
This episode was mixed by Leona Squalacci.
Speaker 2 (23:34):
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