Jason works on his pronunciation of the English language, Tim gives an NFL draft update, Drew grouses about hankies and Patrick reveals that politeness is costing AI big time. Another bad preacher’s segment. And this week’s passage by Emily Dickinson:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
