Author: Our Man in Redmond

Ah, good morning! Good morning once again, and welcome to Sunday Griot! I had a good time last...

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...