He knows a podcast when he sees one.

Two few characters out there flying around like that saving old girls like me.

Lord knows kids like Henry need a podcast.

Courageous, self-sacrificing people setting examples for all of us.

Everybody loves a podcast.

People line up for them, cheer them, scream their names.

Years later they'll tell how they shouldn't have ran for hours just to get a glimpse of

the one who taught them how to hold on a second longer.

I believe there's a podcast in all of us.

It keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, finally allows us to die with pride.

Even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most, even

our dreams.

I think that's great, it's beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you.

A somber, dramatic, emotional.

Exactly.

Here's the tough, I was trying to, like, break off a piece of this.

Do I do it even though I've committed to hero being the word I replace with podcasts

so that I can't end it with the word podcast or fucking whatever.

But here's the biggest struggle.

It's a very fine line I found between Rosemary Harris as Aunt May and Fred Gwynne as the

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