Hey guys, Micro, and this is the way I heard it. The only podcast for the curious mind with a short attention span. Episode number one sixty eight, it's called a hook. You can trust a hooker. You can trust. The title is self explanatory, as is the story you're about to hear another true tale victory is mine with a short attention span. Is your mind still curious? Is your attention span still short here in the dog days of August? Why do they call them the dog days? Do you know? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that dogs go on strike when it gets this hot here in northern California, anyway, Friday is just quit. He just looks at me now he shakes his head. His tongue hangs out. He walks over. He finds the shape lots down and he just looks out upon the world with a

cars that can only be described as disappointed. I disappointed you seems to say, and I don't blame it- is ninety nine here yesterday, ninety nine in northern California. Now I know it's hotter in certain parts of the country, but here, thanks to a real estate agent that had no problem duplicity and mendacity. Eleven hours without air conditioning, why what I buy a house without air conditioning well, was for five years ago, when the real estate agent looked me square in the face and said nobody has air conditioning out here, you're northern caliph for you you're on the water. The cool breeze off the bay will keep you comfortable year round him. Well, that's what they call a lie: a lie on par with men use in dinars and restaurants across the country. The talk about Maryland, crab cakes when you're, not in Maryland,

that's another biggie another whopper anyway, it super hard here. Eighty five degree, inside, we got the fans gone. The dog is on strike, but the story you're about to here is true, and I look forward to sharing it with you. After I tell you about my friend, Gretchen Heebner, who I've never met. I collar my friend, because Gretchen went to Ziprecruiter dot, dotcom, slash row and solved a vexing problem. She works for company cos, The Kosovo and her true story is right here in framing, along with a stack of other true stories, Gretchen Haven. Her was looking for whom she looking for o a game artist of all things. What is a game artist? You might say I don't know, but Gretchen

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First day give it a try. I've used to myself. They really do work. I swear they really are the smartest way the hire you could say there accompany you. Can trust I trust him. This, on the other hand, is a hooker. You can trust, and it is the way I heard it Ed had no reason to lie none whatsoever, and yet he did time and time again Ed stretch the truth, even when his far fetched fab Creation serve no purpose on horseback and count with a bare during a summer job you ve. Into a series of harrowing adventures, there were knife AIDS and railroad yards, never tent mates killed by falling trees. There were ten fine rides through indian country, but there were no witnesses to support any of this

during World war to add claimed that oh, says director Wild Build Donovan wanted him on a secret mission to parachute into occupied France, as the leader of a seven man, team of assassins, add also claimed that Hitler and a U boat to kill him. Wild build Donovan confirmed none of this, when we apply to the University of Chicago Ed claim to have been practising law in Kentucky when in fact, he'd been teaching high school coaching basketball, a pointless prevaricate, should that very nearly ruined his career, but the tall tail heat old and nineteen twenty five top them all a stir. Green story of an earthly encounter on a remote hilltop in LOS Angeles. What exact

did Ed C on that fateful night in the hills. Was a ghost a big foot? A? U s! Oh no, it was something else something truly unbelievable and this time there the witness on hand to corroborate Ed's, incredible story, a witness who just happened to be a hooker one thing with respect to hook as you might not immediately associate their testimony with that of a reliable witness and that's understandable, but this hooker had a camera, a fact that any number of other men could easily firm men like Charlie Chaplin, Harpo marks on this Huxley and William Randolph Hearst, all of whom aid. Multiple visits to the hilltop in question also interesting, and we'll George Patten's grandfather, provided this

Hooker with a home and Andrew Carnegie spent small fortune, making sure that the home was well taken care of point being. This was a very popular hooker, a hooker. You could trust anyway, on the night in question, had approached the hookers home, as he always did filled with a mix of passion and anticipation inside. He was greeted and the usual fashion and directed upstairs. It was a clear night but cold. It was always cold up here. Thought: but once they got down to business, he knew his enthusiasm would keep him warm air. Read the hooker with a smile. I got right to it was no need for words. They done this dance many times before, but on this,

Particular night somewhere in the midst of their pairing, Ed, opened his eyes and glanced up and that's when he saw it, not a ghost, not a big foot, not a. U F, o, but something truly unbelievable One more thing before we discuss the details of what had observed on that fateful evening. It could be noted, Ed's wife knew all about Ed's obsession with the hooker on the hill, is understood his inclinations and she passed no judgments. In fact, grace, sometimes accompanied Ed on his evening visits Later writing but she enjoyed watching I'm doing what he loved. I point this. Only to reinforce the curious

nature of their thirty year, marriage and ed's predilection for fantasy and excitement, for instance, after returning from a trip to Oxford, Ed began wearing knickers and capes, and using phrases such as blended, fellow and ripping lead friends and colleagues deeply confused grey however, found it endearing. On the other hand, They never allowed his wife to meet any his relatives, not one and when he died in eighteen. Fifty three grace burned all of his personal notes and buried his body in a secret location. In other words, Ed, add many secrets, but his relationship with a hooker was not among them, which brings us back to the evening in question and Ed's remark.

Observation: if not a ghost or a big foot or a UFO, what inexplicable thing did ed, witness from the hookers House, high honor, remote hilltop, in LOS Angeles. The answer was a tiny twinkle of light deep in the night sky. At first paid it no mind. This wasn't the first time the hooker had made him see, stars and God willing, it wouldn't be the last. But this star was not a Nova as Ed, initially assume, nor was it a quasar or a neutron or blue giant or a red dwarf or a protest star. This was associate variable, very unusual star that turned out to be much farther away from earth than any astronomer believed possible. It took at some time

to process the enormity of what he was witnessing, but once satisfied he used the hookers camera to capture the image. Then he told the world a truly incredible story, the story of how the milky way was not in fact the only galaxy in the universe. Ed believed there were others maybe lots of others. He then surmised to the shock of scientists the world over that every single thing in our observable universe was at one point in time. One point in space, a truly mind, boggling concept that would have surely been dismissed as pure fantasy, if not for a photo taken from the roof of a hookers home high on a remote hilltop in LOS Angeles. I hilltop named for general George Patten's grandfather.

Benjamin Wilson, who forged a trail to the pinnacle way back in eighteen, sixty four, the same hilltop, where a man named Andrew Carnegie later Bill An observatory for a powerful new telescope, a telescope armed with a camera and name for the man who paid for it. John D Hooker. It was the hooker telescope, provided Ed with the first observable proof that we live in an expanding universe, a photo that captured them important discovery in modern astronomy, take by Iraq on tour with a reputation for stretching the truth, a brilliant but complicate scientists, whose insatiable appetite for answers, eventually lead to the construction of another telescope

it more advanced than the one he used a top Mount Wilson Way back and nineteen twenty five. I tell us That recently confirmed the presence of no less than two trillion separate galaxies, all which appear to be moving away from each other at incomprehensible speed, precisely as they have been doing ever since our universe exploded into existence. Thirteen points, seven billion years ago, a space telescope named tell her of tall tales, whose long nights with a famous hooker finally paid off with a really big. Bang and made him the most important astronomer in modern times, Edwin Hubble anyway. That's why I heard.