I remember sitting around the small kitchen table, late into the night, listening to my grandmother tell stories about the Navajo Indians that she used to see in her youth. My grandmother lived in a railroad boxcar and at night the train would stop near Indian reservations, where my grandmother could hear the Indians dance and yelp deep into the morning hours.

What I remember most are the scary stories my grandmother would tell as she promised they were true stories. Always by the end of the evening I was both fascinated and too scared to move!

While our podcasts may not be as memorable as my grandmother’s stories, we hope to carry on the tradition of good storytelling.

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with gratitude,
Pablo