I got a story to tell every word of it true, except for the parts I made up for you,

just some history that has been reworded into a mystery called the way I heard it.

Let's think about what we just heard there, Chuck.

I've got a story to tell.

Every word of it true.

Uh-huh.

Except for the part I made up for you.

Mm.

Just some history that's been reworded into a mystery called the way I heard it.

Right. You know what? I mean, forgive me as I throw my shoulder out of joint, patting myself on the back.

But it pleases me to be able to say exactly what I mean to say with the little musicality injected into it.

I know it's four-part barbershop harmony.

It probably annoys a bunch of you.

But that's what these little stories are, man.

They are rooted in truth, as I've said many times on this podcast. I have no wish to deceive

or confuse or misinform anyone. Ruted in truth, but basically true-ish. Well, look, I wasn't in the room.

Right. Right. I wasn't there when many of these events happened. But I can stitch things together in a way that I think is reasonable. And I simply wanted a

title combined with a song that worked ever so gently as a disclaimer and a promise of something delightful to come,

which I hope you'll agree the story you're about to hear is. It's called enough. And it's a

rumination, Chuck, on that moment that we all experience, sometimes in the course of our mundane

day-to-day lives and sometimes in the course of our mundane day-to-day lives and sometimes

in the face of extraordinary, apocryphal, life-changing events. But who among us has not gotten to

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