Okay, got some snacks, hot coffee.

Oh, did you bring a sweater? Yes, here you go.

Oh, thank you.

Ugh, so cold up here in this lighthouse, so lonely.

Are you sure you don't want a pair of pants too?

So what are we reading this week?

Uh, yeah, okay, I brought us a story.

To keep us company, this is the Fogghorn by Ray Bradbury.

Oh, excellent.

It was recommended by listener Andrew Murphy and we've got Andrew Lehman as a reader.

Oh, I can't wait.

Let me just take off this motorcycle helmet I've been wearing throughout this exchange.

I don't even know where I found this.

Okay, ready to listen.

Let's give this story a spin.

H.P. a spin. H.Podcraft.

Out there in the cold water,

out there in the cold water, far from land,

we waited every night for the coming of the fog and it came

and we oiled the brass machinery and lit the fog light up in the stone tower. Feeling like two birds in the gray sky, McDon and I sent the light touching

out, red, then white, then red again, to eye the lonely ships. And if they did not see our light, then there was always our voice.

The great deep cry of our fog horn shuddering through the rags of mist to startle the gulls away like decks of

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