Jeff Carlin, my good friend and co-host here in the Chicago way, is a decent man, a good

man, a good husband, the Christine, a good friend to many, including me, except for one

thing.

He keeps going out of his way to tell me that time travel is impossible.

And that's insane, Jeff, and I don't care if you're going to be a physics teacher or

not, and physics tells you what can't happen, I'm telling you it doesn't, I'll prove it.

Because as you're listening to the theme song of a great time traveler, Mr. Peabody

at his pet boy Sherman, let me tell you that Jeff is wrong, wrong, wrong about time travel,

and jumping back and forth through time is indeed possible.

I expected jump from the 1890s in Iowa to an operating table on Tuesday morning and get

this shoulder fixed.

And if you're listening to this say on Tuesday morning with me up on the operating table

and talking to you about what I was thinking just before I went under, which is the gossip

at the backyard fence, the Rufiani picking at me and talking a little and picking a little

and talking a little at me, cheap, cheap, cheap, talk a lot, pick a little more.

Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little, chip, chip, talk a lot, pick

a little more, pick a little, and see up.

You heard that song but it was he was.

Eric Zorn talking to john Williams or W. D. Hen.

Eric rolling his eyes about me, having a fit about the tribute doxing me but in my new

home in northwest Indiana and referencing his partner, Steindberg, and somebody maybe

was William saying it's like coming after me is like shouldn't fish in a barrel. That may be true

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