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This is the podcast for October 26, 2018. It's not safe for work. Recorded live from the

Cornfield Resistance, where our caravan is always full of middle westerners, and they're usually

giggling. It's the professional left with drift glass and blue gal.

That is true.

It's not a Dodge caravan.

It's a minivan, though, and it is full of Midwesterners who are giggling.

Often singing the Bohemian Rhapsody at one in the mornings. Bohemian Rhapsody is the top of their lungs.

While driving across, that's sort of our family anthem at this point, really.

Uh-huh.

You know, I never, believe me, a decade ago, if you told me that I'd be booming across the Midwest in a minivan with a car full of kids singing Bohemian Rhapsody at one in the morning, I would have said, no, you're wrong.

That is not possible.

And yet, here I am.

That was, that was the night that their flight from visiting their dad got in really late.

Yes.

And we drove back to Springfield from St. Louis.

It was only a 90-minute drive.

But when Bohemian Rhapsody comes on

at 1.30 in the morning, you crank it. Everybody, wake up, everybody up. Oh, my God,

somebody in Rhapsody. Get out. I want to do it. Get up. Yeah. It's like the great Santini,

except, you know, a lot more laughs, actually. A lot more laughs. A lot and a lot less militarism.

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