Escaping Denver.

Let me backtrack a bit.

You might have heard, but back in episode 305, I received a knock at the door just as I was finishing recording.

You know what? I'm actually going to backtrack even further. I read the emails. I scour the

Reddit threads. I'm listening. This audience continues to surprise me with their

outside-the-box thinking that has led us to a heap of answers and a ton of new insight.

I preface with that only to let you know that I'm aware of you searching for the lost Noah blogs online.

I'm searching too.

The search, along with some help from your end, has put me into contact with a very interesting individual.

A hoarder and scholar of the conspiracy realm.

I only had the one singular cryptic phone call with them, but for a price, she agreed to help with the search.

Fast forward now to episode 3 or 5 and the knock at the door is this private courier, one overly duct tape box, and this overwhelming feeling that I've just done something illegal.

Come on it. this overwhelming feeling that I've just done something illegal.

Right. So I crack open the box and inside are four cassette tapes, each with a handwritten label.

How and why someone would have tapes of an internet audio show is beyond me,

unless these are somehow the originals, in which case I'd say,

Noah, your penmanship could use some work. I can barely read some of these titles. But this

first one stood out to me with a single word, Denver. It's nice to hear a free Noah, even if it is

a bit foreboding considering where he ends up. So with this, the first of the Lost Noah tapes, we dive into the Denver International Airport.

Hi.

Hello.

I'm never good at starting these.

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