Author: Our Man in Redmond

Ah, good morning! Good morning once again, and welcome to Sunday Griot! I had a good time last Sunday, but I missed you. Believe me, being on vacation was more stressful than telling stories. So I’m glad to be back. I went...

Ah, good morning! Good morning, and welcome to Sunday Griot once again!

What’s that? Why is everyone sitting in a circle today? Well, it’s that time of the year again. You know, pumpkins, falling leaves, frost, the air turning colder . . . and scary stories. And what better place to tell a scary story than around a campfire?

Well, they wouldn’t let me build a campfire here on the rug, so for a moment, imagine a campfire . . .

Ah, good morning! Good morning, and welcome once again to Sunday Griot! Grab a Danish and some juice and have a seat, and we’ll have a story.

Today’s story is a new twist on an old idea. I do hope you like it. It is inspired by current events, but any resemblance to any actual city — or country — is purely coincidental. Really.

Ah, good morning! Good morning, and welcome once again to Sunday Griot! I’m glad to see you all here again on such a blustery morning.

You know, the wind reminds me of a story. But that should hardly surprise anyone by now! After the last story that took three weeks to tell, today’s is a little more modest. It’s about a man with an unusual job qualification . . . but maybe when you think about it, it isn’t that unusual after all.

Ah, good morning once again, and welcome to Sunday Griot! Welcome back for the conclusion of our three-part Arthurian story. Refill your coffee mugs and juice glasses, get settled in, and we’ll pick up the tale of Ragnell...