#49 Another Roadside Attraction

Hey, can I ask you? Can I ask you a question? When we were back in elementary school, because we go way back, would you have ever thought that one day I would have a podcast?

Yeah?

No, I would not say that I foresaw a future.

For you, Johnny.

Did you just say I didn't foresee a future for you or I didn't foresee that future for you?

Oh, I'm at that future.

Did you really think I didn't have a future at all? I was a good eater, stayed out of trouble, pretty good at tether Ball, Remember from gimblet Media. I'm Jonathan Goldstein and this is Heavyweight today's episode another roadside attraction. Right after the break growing up, I spent a lot of time in bookstores. At twelve, it was the science fiction section that called to me. At fourteen, the poetry section. At fifteen, it was the biographies, so I could chart

Up in this little town outside of Austin called Dripping Springs. We all call it Dripping Dripping for short, dripping. There's a spring that drips. It's a very conservative religious town. When I was growing up, this was a tiny town, like going out to people's land to hang out in the woods.

As a teenager growing up in Dripping, there really wasn't much to do. So Stephanie started going to church multiple times a week and reading all the books she could get her hands on. Church and books became her two great loves, and the two coexisted peacefully for years until the day her beloved church decided to ban one of her beloved books, Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale.

The reason it was they were trying to get it banned was one scene in the book, maybe two paragraphs long, and it is explicit, and it is an assault scene, and their reasoning was that young boys would be aroused. Nobody had read the book who was trying to get a banned. I took it upon myself to write a speech like a manifesto against the censorship of The Handmaid's Tale.

At her high school, Stephanie went from classroom to classroom reading her essay, and.

Scott the church very very, very mad, and they became convinced, some of the leaders, that I was more or less being taken over by the devil.

The angrier of the church got, the more Stephanie started to realize that she didn't agree with a lot of what the church believed.

I got into a pretty big argument about homosexuality in the Bible at the church, and at the time I did not know that I wasn't straight, but I knew.

That I didn't agree with the church.

I was questioning everything I'd ever known about religion and God, and I started having panic attacks multiple times a day.

It was during this uncertain period of searching that while out driving in her neighborhood, Stephanie noticed something new. A small house surrounded by lush gardens and a pond and most strikingly, atop the house's roof sat large scale replicas of books.

It felt like it fell out of the sky. I just remember when the sign went up.

I was very curious, what did the sign say?

Another roadside attraction?

Another roadside attraction, It turned out, was a bookstore tucked within a tiny house. Stephanie began to frequent it regularly, spending her babysitting money on Salinger and Vonnegut and Poe. There were no other bookstores in Dripping Springs at the t barely any stores at all. It was as if the bookstore appeared in answer to some secret wish Stephanie had made.

It almost felt like magical realism, felt like opening a curtain and going into another world, and like the moment I stepped inside, it just felt like, I don't know, it just felt like I belonged there. I never felt like I fit in, And I think it was the only place that I didn't feel judged, and it was the only place that I didn't feel panicked. It felt like a chapel almost.

There was always incense burning inside and music playing there reminded Stephanie of the kind you'd hear in a spa It all added to the feeling of dreaminess, and I would always.

Kind of like shuffle past the register back to the fiction section, which was behind the comic books. All the books were wrapped in plastic. Practically, even if they were like a dollar, it was all empty. I think I can recall maybe one time when someone else was in there besides me and the owner.

The owner. The owner was a quiet, stoic man, always seated behind the counter, always the only one on duty. He became a source of fascination for Stephanie.

I admired him in a way because I just thought, like, anyone who has the guts to open a bookstore like this in a little town off this little road must be interesting.

Did you ever speak to him?

Not really.

I would like put my book up on the counter and put my money up, and then like run out.

I felt so.

Nervous, but not in a bad way, crush like but not romantic. I don't know if he knows, like how important that was to me, just to have these little moments of peace.

I don't know, It's hard to explain. It just felt.

It was a thing at a time where I really needed to feel like there was going to be a world outside of the one I was living in, where I was going to be able to live a life separate from my hometown. It made me feel like the world was bigger and that there was something beyond what I was going through.

Stephanie visited the bookstore all through the summer of her sixteenth year, and then one day, without warning or notice, another roadside attraction just vanished.

Drove by and there was like a closed sign in the window, and just remember being like devastated.

It was so.

Fleeting, it was just like it's gone.

Stephanie's now in her mid thirties, she's gotten beyond the world of dripping springs. In fact, she just recently moved to la to pursue a career as a writer, but she continues to think about the little bookstore that served as her teenage refuge and about the man who opened it. Did you get the guy's name? No, you don't even know his name.

I don't know his name.

What did he look like?

M It's sort of like when you have a dream and you you see someone, but you just see like a figure.

That's my memory of him.

Who was this man who opened a perfect place in a tiny town, who carefully placed each book in a plastic sleeve to keep it safe.

What led him to opening the bookstore? Why was it open and closed so quickly? I just want to know, like why dripping? Like why this little tiny town.

Because she doesn't know the owner's name, Stephanie has tried googling the store over the years, but nothing much ever comes up in the process, though she's realized that the name Another Roadside Attraction is the title of a book by Tom Robbins, an author she's come to love as an adult.

And then I thought, maybe we have the same taste in literature.

The only other clue Stephanie's research has turned up is an old business listing. It shows the store's address, she says, but not much else. She pulls the page up.

To share with me.

Wait, there's a name here.

And in so doing, Stephanie notices something at the bottom of the page. What is it?

Check?

And there's an old phone number.

Two.

Have you ever tried phoning the phone number?

I haven't.

Well, you know what we got to do?

Huh are you going to find him?

Well, we have to, gues I mean, I don't know. I'll try to. But why don't we try to phone that number. Okay, okay, here we go, nervous. Hello, Hello, I'm not sure that I have the right phone number. I'm looking for someone who is the owner of a bookstore called Another Roadside Attraction.

Nope, nope, sorry, you got the throwing number.

Is your name, Chepe number? Okay, okay, thank you so much. He was giving me the bums rush he was.

He sounded like a Texan.

And so, with our one lead deader than Texas buzzard bait, I let Stephanie go, telling her that once I'm able to learn more, I'll be back in touch. But I won't be back in touch for another year and a half because, as it turns out, the story of Another Roadside Attraction would prove to be far more complicated than any I could have imagined. After Stephanie and I dialed that wrong number, I found an address for Chat and sent him a letter, but I never got a response.

Hi.

Jonathan.

Megan's a close friend of Pam's, and wrote me back on Pam's behalf. In my letter, I'd asked how I could get in touch with Chet. I wanted to ask him about the magical appearance and sudden disappearance of his bookstore, but Megan corrected me on this point. The bookstore was not Chet's. She said it was Pam's. That place was her baby. Over several emails and a long phone call, Megan would tell me the story of another roadside Attraction. In her telling, it's the story of Pam, a chronicle

It was a funny little bank, you know.

It was a single wide trailer that had been rocked in. We didn't wear shoes, you know. We would go back behind the teller line and not put shoes on, and sometimes we would walk out into the rest of the bank without shoes on.

Megan was raised in Dripping Springs by strict religious parents, and so it was very conservative. Pam, on the other hand, was the kind of person who didn't mind rocking the boat. She was unlike anyone Megan had ever met.

She was just really punk.

She always wore sort of long, kind of hippie dresses with tribal patterns on them and a lot of dark velvets and embroidered you know, things that you might see women wearing. It a Tom Petty concert.

As different as they were, though and Meghan became friends. Megan endeared herself with imitations of their coworkers, Debbie's southern drawl, Cheryl's obsession with pens. She cracked Pam up and she.

Had this laugh where she would shoot smoked, so it was a very unique laugh for one thing. And then she would bend forward and kick her foot, and that's when you knew you really got her, was when she did that.

To Stephanie's question about how the bookstore came to be, Megan explains that when Pam was younger, she spent many years working in bookstores. It was her dream to open one of her own someday. Megan remembered the bookstore fondly, the little fish ponds on the porch, the garden in the back, the incense burning inside.

It was almost like a little tropical oasis with this tiny little cave of a bookstore, and she just always was trying to make it a.

More enjoyable and more welcoming place to visit.

So, if, like Megan says, Pam was the one behind the bookstore, why was it that Stephanie doesn't remember ever seeing her there. Why was it only ever chat behind the counter? According to Megan, Pam had to work at the bank to provide the cash flow necessary to keep the bookstore afloat, And while she was at the bank, Chet was living her dream in her beloved bookstore, surrounded by her beloved books.

She loved everything about books. She loved the way they smelled, the way they felt. She loved organizing them on a bookshelf, and I swear sometimes.

It was a meditation to just hold them.

Sometimes when she would show them to me, she'd just kind of press them for a second before ever describing them. Her favorite book is Barbaricing Salver's Poisonwood Bible. She had her favorite authors, and of course another roadside attraction. The name of the bookstore is an allusion to her her favorite author, Tom Robbins.

I believe yeah her life.

To the question of why the bookstore had closed so abruptly. It seems that in spite of how hard Pam worked, she couldn't afford to keep it operating.

She was immensely proud of it, and it was such a painful experience for her to lose.

It, And that was just the beginning of her losses. The store's closing happened among a slew of other tragedies in Pam's life.

It's hard to remember what came first, because it was really just a whirlwind of loss for her. Her father was very ill, and then pretty soon after that, her younger brother, he went in to have an absess looked at, and it turned out he had cancer all.

Over his body. At that point, already.

Her younger brother died, her father died, and then Pam's mom fell very ill.

And Pam's the only one left to deal with that, and she felt helpless and scared and small, and I just remember there being a tone in her voice that had never heard before.

And the person who should have been there to support her, her husband, Chat, was instead pulling away. Pam related to Megan a story about a Thanksgiving dinner from around that time.

She got drunk on red wine because she was sad and drank a little too much red wine, and so when she went to go back in to get something, with her wine glass in her hands, she ran into the sliding glass door and cut her head. She was bleeding, and she turned around with an astonished look on her face, and one of her friends ran to help her, and Chet stood there with what she described as a disgusted look on his face, and she said that was.

The moment she knew that their relationship was over.

Shortly after that, Chet and Pam divorced, and Chet left town, leaving Pam alone. She'd lost chat, her family and her dream. She didn't seem to ever recover from that.

I mean, when I met her, she was sarcastic and kind of had a dark sense of humor. But after all of the loss that she sustained, it became like a deep synicism, you know, and it just got deeper and deeper, and she would describe it as the dark, slimy hole, with me trying to convince her that everything could be okay and her trying to.

Convince me that it couldn't.

And that went on for ten years.

For ten years, Megan tried to be a positive force in Pam's life. She was young and in over her head, but she'd go over to help fix things around the house or to mow the lawn. She'd spend time with Pam, watching movies or listening to music with her. Pam tried going on a few days. She tried therapy briefly, nothing seemed to help.

I can say that I was frustrated at certain points.

That my attempts to bring her some kind of peace never worked.

But it wasn't a frustration with her.

And then, you know, sometimes there are frustrations involved with a person who is very depressed. Sometimes she would speak harshly to me, and I remember telling her one time, you know, spending time with you can sometimes feel like cuddling up porcupine, And she immediately apologized. She knew what I was talking about, and I said, I know, you don't have to apologize.

I just need you to know I'm on your team.

On top of everything else, Pam had lived her whole life with a degenerative eye disease, which meant that as time went on, her great love reading was becoming increasingly difficult. She bought a kindle so as her eyesight worsened, she could keep increasing the font size. In the lead up to the twenty sixteen election, it was on her kindle that Pam read massive amounts of news. It provided her with further confirmation of the thing she already knew. The

For many years, she wasn't open about her desire to die, but there came a time where she felt like she couldn't not be honest about it anymore, and she started telling her friends.

There was a progression to the way Pam talked about taking her own life. Initially, she spoke of it in an abstract.

Way, I just can't believe the world is the way it is. Who wants to live in a world like this? And then it was I really don't think I can do this much longer. And then it became I'm not going to do this anymore. And so for a couple of years she worked on getting her affairs in order.

She figured out how she was going to do it.

Pam did extensive research online about the best way to take her own life. She was methought, inner planning. She talked to an attorney, and took care of her banking. She didn't want to cause any unnecessary logistical stress after she was gone.

And of course everyone was saying, we love you and we want you here, and you just stick around.

You know, did you feel like she meant it?

I knew she meant it, But I also knew that she was scared, and I thought I was hoping that the fear would keep her around long enough for there to be something that would come along that would be the thing that would pull her out of that hole.

I think I found the journal here.

While on the phone with me. Megan had been searching the house for a journal Pam was keeping around this time.

October twenty seventh of twenty fifteen, so this was a couple of years before she passed. Like everything else I've ever written, this will just be a rambling, incoherent mess. But at the urging of a couple friends, I'm going to try to put my thoughts during this final time to paper. I want to be very clear that this is the most well thought out thing I've ever done in my life, the most sensible, logical, and rational. There are those that will disagree with that. Looking at you, friend,

I'm thinking roughly a year or so from now.

Megan reads me another journal entry from roughly a year and a half later, on.

February nineteenth of twenty seventeen. She says, still here, but wrapping things up. Still no doubt, but some occasional fear, mostly about failing.

Pam always said that she didn't want to die at the house for fear it might scare her dog and cat. So on the weekends, in what came to feel like a fire drill, she'd ask Megan to come over to pet set, and.

She would kind of make it seem like I needed to stay with the animals because maybe she wasn't going to be coming back. But then we would just spend time together and that weekend would go by and there would be other weekends, you know.

So then when the weekend of July.

Thirty first, twenty seventeen came along, it was the same story.

You know, I need you to come stay with the animals.

The only difference this time was she wanted to go to the store and buy some food and stuff for me for the weekend, and while we were there, she went down the aisle where the adult diapers and things like that are. This is the level of research that she had apparently done. She knew what was going to happen in the moments after she stopped breathing, and she did not want to make any extra work for anybody.

She didn't say anything to me.

She just got a big package of adult diapers and brought them back over to me, and she kind of mumbled to herself, fourteen bucks and.

I'm only ever going to wear one of them. And I had to think.

Quickly because I knew that I couldn't respond with like surprise or like discussed or anything like that, because she would It would really upset her. She'd already told me, if you go against me on any of this, I will take it as a betrayal of our friendship. And so I said, well, I guess you could just put several of them on at once.

She laughed.

She did the kick forward, bend over laugh and I almost cried. I had to turn around because I hadn't seen her do it in a while.

After the grocery store, just like usual, they spent the evening at Pam's watching movies that night, one of Pam's favorites, Night Mother. In it, Sissy's BASIC's character explains to her mom why she wants to kill herself and ultimately she does. Megan slept over in the next day. Pam hugged her goodbye and walked out of the house.

You know, I was supposed to wait to hear from her, and it was the police that I heard from On I think it was Sunday afternoon and they asked me, do you know why we're here? And I said, is Pam dead? And they said yes. She ended up picking this hotel called the knights In Hotel.

Pam chose a ground floor room so that it would be easier to carry your body out. She left one hundred dollars tip for the hotel staff.

And I know that the last thing that she did from the history on her kindle was watched the Peter Gabriel music video for Salisbury Hill, you know, and it says They've come to take me home, and my heart going boom boom boom.

Megan received my letter because she's now living in Pam's house. Pam left it to her, and along with the house came the shoves and shelves of books, inside thousands of them with little notes explaining which ones Megan should read and why. Among them was the journal. Stuck to the cover was a small burned orange postead that read from Megan. Megan reads me the final entry.

On seven nine seventeen.

She writes, my darling, sweet Megan, I hope this is all not too much of a burden for you, and I hope this gives you a little financial freedom.

Try to have some joy and fun.

Quote Listen, being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different, though you could say the view is larger. End quote. And that's from the Poison Wood Bible. You've been a good friend to me, Megan, maybe the best friend I've ever had. I love you, honey. I don't have any more words of my own, so I will end this with more of Barbara King's solvers quote Liten and slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward.

You are afraid you might forget, but you never will.

You will forgive, and remember think of the vine that curls from the small square plot that was once my heart. That is the only marketer you need. Move on, walk forward into the light. And then she wrote love Always, Pam. And then there's just tons of pages behind that that are blank.

Sorry, that just hurts me heart.

After speaking with Megan, I reached back out to Stephanie to relate what I learned.

I don't even know this woman, and I just feel for her deeply, and I feel for.

Everyone around her.

It's about it's almost exactly one year of me losing someone to suicide.

Megan isn't in touch with Chet, nor does she know anyone who is. She says is split from Pam was pretty complete, but she sends me some photos of the two of them from around Pam's house. Pam and chat on their wedding day, Pam and Shed on vacation in Mexico, his arm around her waist. Once I know what Ched looks like, I'm able to locate him among the dozens of Facebook profiles bearing the same name, and from there

Chet.

No, Hi, Chet, this is Jonathan Goldstein speaking Nothing.

Nice to meet you. Finally, how nice to talk to you.

When I first reached out to Chet by email, I mentioned Pam's death. It turned out that my telling him was the first he was learning of it. I'm crying as I write this. Chet responded, we were married for nearly ten years. That news has hit me very hard. Give me a few days and I will get back to you. It's now been about a week. Chet asks me to tell him what I know about the circumstances surrounding Pam's death, and so I do, explaining it was a suicide. And as I speak, Chet is silent.

I haven't seen her. I hadn't seen her since I left Dripping Springs when I divorced her in two thousand and five. SO called her once about a couple of months or so after I left, and she wasn't very happy with me. So I knew that didn't make any sense trying to call her again. I loved them dearly. I mean, I can't even put in words. I can't even put in words how much I love her.

Like Megan, Check begins the story of another roadside attraction with the story of Pam how she first entered his life in nineteen ninety seven.

The way Pam and I met was about as happenstance as it gets. When I first moved to Austin, I wanted to go out check out Sixth Street. Now Sixth Street if you don't know anything about it is a big place that a lot of the UT students hang out at. It's a big college town here again.

So Check got a beer on Sixth Street and started chatting with a guy at the bar. But after a while they began to feel out of place, too old among the student crowd, and.

I noticed two women walking across the street, going in the opposite direction, so I yelled to them because they looked like they were around their age.

The two women were Pam and a friend of hers. It was their first time on Sixth Street. Two the group all headed to a club together and Pam and Chat got to talking.

And we wound up talking until the bar closed. We wound up going to a hotel room. We wound up talking there till about four thirty in the morning. She was very easy to talk to you. I didn't feel like I had to try to impress her, and she didn't feel like she had to do that with me. It was really natural.

Chet called Pam the next day, and very soon after that they started dating. Eight months later, he moved to Dripping Springs to be with her, and a month after that they were married. So it was a bit of a whirlwind. Yes, yes, Chet says he knew immediately that this relationship with Pam was destined to be different than anything he'd experienced before.

I think we all had this void in our lives where we get into relationships and they're really nice, we fall in love, but we're always missing something. And I was like, well, that person's just not feeling this void. And then they go to another relationship. You're no, they filled that void, but now they're missing this. Fams seemed to come into my life and I came into her life at a point where we were able to fill that void for each other, the void I've always looked

And an important part of that rapport was their shared love of books.

The title of the book of her favorite book was Barbara King Salver's book The Poison Wood Bible, right right, and I read that book and I swear to God I fell in love and that it now my favorite book as well, even though her favorite author was Tom Robbins.

Right, and isn't the bookstore named after named.

After the title to his books that was her favorite author. Was her idea to come up with a title. I thought it was brilliant, Huh. Pam was an avid reader. When I say avid reader, I'm talking about three books a week, easy, sometimes more. Absolutely love books, and we would find ourselves going to the store all the time to buy books.

Unlike Megan, Chet doesn't talk about another roadside attraction as a lifelong dream of PAMs so much as a project he initiated. He explains it this way. After being deployed to Grenada and Beirut with the Marines, Chet returned home suffering from PTSD. He'd always worked in restaurants, but his doctor told him he needed a break from the stress. So when he arrived in Dripping Springs, he was at a loss for what to do. At first, he tried building a model railroad set.

After I finished a model train thing, I just I got bored, and that's when I threw the idea her. Hey, how about if I build you a bookstore. We don't have to go out and buy you books anymore. I just wanted to do whatever I could do to make her happy.

In Megan's telling, the store was a monument to Pam's love of reading. In Chet's telling, it was a monument to his love of Pam. Did Pam ever feel frustrated that she didn't get to work in the bookstore more?

No, not really. She was glad that I had something to do, and that was more for pamlet the bookstore was just a place where she could get any book she wants to read when she wants to read.

Chedd explains how Pam liked working at the bank, liked her boss and the customers, and of course she must have loved seeing Megan every day because, according to Chad, Pam did not need the money. This is a very different story than the one Megan presented of a woman single handedly trying to keep her living bookstore in the black.

Her mother was a financial genius, Emily was a millionaire, but you wouldn't know it to meet her. I didn't know it when I met her.

Speaking with ched and Megan is like reading two different authors, each with their own take on the same beloved main character. I wonder if the truth lies somewhere between both their takes. Although Pam's dream had been to have her own bookstore, maybe that dream evolved over time. Maybe another roadside attraction came to be a place she valued for the refuge it offered someone she loved. Ched was the one who built the bookstore. He added the deck, repaired the termite damage,

Yeah, Demila had some vices. That's do well, but these vices were becoming dangerous. She drank it off a lot. She was a wine drinker, but she drank other things as well. There was a like it didn't habit there. So initially they weren't a big issue with me. The positive in our relationship fore outweighed any of that.

But Chet says, as Pamela's tragedies stacked up, her vices grew worse.

After the deaths of her family. These things began to increase, and that's what it began to get difficult.

He says that when he tried to talk to Pam about cutting back, she refused to engage.

Demilo was very strong willed. You couldn't get her to do anything. She didn't want to do, period, period. And it was clear to me at one point that there was nothing more I can say or do that was going to help this issue, you know. And my fear was that I would wake up one day and find her lying in bed next to me dead, and that there was not trying to blame that on me.

Why did you think that you would be blamed?

Well, I don't know if you know or not, but Pema and I are an interracial couple. I'm black, she's white, and Derby Springs is an all white town. There are no bide. I was the only blined person that lived there. And a lot of the reason why I heard through the Great Vie from other regular customers, why we weren't getting as much business as we should have because people didn't like to come, didn't want to do business with us because we were in a racial couple.

Jess says there had been one other black person in town, a woman who worked at the gas station, but she'd moved away because you couldn't take the kinds of things people would say to her.

Did. I used to have people come to my storre just say to my face. You know, it was insane.

What would they say to your face?

Oh? I had a woman come in once. She called me. It was in Christmas time. It was just about five o'clock in the evening. Some was just going down and she called and asked for a certain book and I said, yes, we have it. She says, okay, I'll be on my way there. And when you open the front order of the bookstore, you see the front kind of right there to your right. I'm looking right at you, and she looks at me, and she didn't even come inside. And it was clear to me she was sloppy, drunk. You know,

All those books carefully wrapped in plastic weren't enough to keep the world of dripping springs from encroaching. Moments like these were what colored Chets fear, what made him worry that he might be the one blamed if Pam died.

And I can see it easily happened because these sort things happen all the time in this country. Yeah, you know, they were just going to say all this white guys wanted to take her money because she's a millionaire. I mean, there are so many ways they can try to put it all together and say I had something to do with it. So and I tried to explain that to her and those exact words, and it just didn't seem to click. I just couldn't watch her kill herself anymore.

Hearing all this, I recall the story Megan told me about Pam getting drunk on red wine and cutting her face. That looked Chat had given her. Maybe it wasn't one of disgust, but rather the look of a man realizing the impossible situation he was trapped in after the divorce. Chat like Pam never had another serious relationship, never anything long term, never anything real.

I've always in my back on my mind, had it in me that I was gonna jump up in and see if I can find her and talk to her. I guess in a way, I was kind of reserving myself, saving myself for one day maybe running into her again and having things get back together again. And when I read that that shit, I felt like, Okay, well that's never going to happen. Time to move on.

At the end of our call, I tell Chet about Stephanie, the person who set me off down this path to begin with. Chet tells me he remembers her, the teenager who came in all the time that summer. Back when I spoke with Megan, I told her about Stephanie too. She said Pam would have been moved to know what the store had meant to her. In spite of Pam's passing five years ago, Megan says she still speaks to her all the time.

I talked to her immediately and was like, see, people loved you, You made a difference. You really did do something that made life better for someone else.

Should I open it?

So yeah, I'd ask Megan if there might be something in Pam's house she could send to Stephanie a keepsake to prove the bookstore had once existed, And so Megan mailed Stephanie an envelope male ASMR. Stephanie pulls out an old bookmark with maroon lettering. It reads, used, unused and unique books. Another roadside attraction. Oh Wow, in a bookstore, you'll find page after page, book after book of people trying to make meaning, trying to parse through feelings you

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This episode of Heavyweight was produced by senior producer Khaleila Holt and me Jonathan Goldstein, along with Moheiney Micguger. Our Supervising producer is Stevie Lane. Production help from Domiano Marquetti. Special thanks to Emily Condon, Sonia Dosani, Lauren Silverman, Caitlin Kenny, Brendan Klinkenberg, and Jackie Cohen. Bobby Lord mixed the episode with original music by Chris Dean, Fellows, John K. Sampson, Michael Hurst, and Bobby Lord. Additional music credits can be