My apologies for the delay in the latest podcast. I was fleeing infected zombies, pyromaniac rioters and murder hornets while trying to discuss pleasant memories of my dad to make this podcast. I'm now safely in my secret bunker, stocked with toilet paper and tons of canned goods so I can ride out the Martian invasion that may come at any moment. (Now, what is the best way to open a can of soup without a can opener?)
This podcast is a recollection of my father and his active imagination, which I have inherited and have learned to appreciate in the most difficult times. Always look beyond the world to the dreams you seek. They are always there, waiting for you.
