Ep 53 Phyllis Jean Warren

Hi, I'm Jess and I'm Tiff and we're your Curious Cousins where we talk about everything kooky and spooky in the state of Oklahoma. Welcome to episode 53. Welcome. How are you? I'm good. How are you? I'm good. Gearing up for a work trip. School teacher going on a work trip? I am. I am going on a work trip. It should be fun, right? I hope so. I think it will be. We're going to Arkansas for a training and I think it'll be a good time. It'll be knowledgeable. I guess I will be knowledgeable afterwards. Nice. I had to turn on our spooky decor. Yeah. Well, we had fun at the fair with Miranda. We did. We had a great time with Miranda. Catching up with her and her two boys and her husband. Her husband has a Grand Champion Bull. Red Angus Bull. Yeah, it was amazing. It was cool. It was the first time I'd ever really watched one of those. Yeah, I kind of watched it before but not like... I don't think I really have. I mean, like, that I remember. I've gone to like a rodeo. Yeah. You know, stuff like that, but I don't think I've ever actually been to like a showing. Yeah, so it was kind of... and to know somebody. Yeah, who's in it. Yeah, who was in it and was showing. So that was kind of cool, too. Yeah. So, but yeah. Yeah, it was really good to see them and catch up. Yeah, for sure. Well, do we have any business? I don't think so. Oh, are we allowed to talk about it? Okay, I don't know. I mean... It was on Facebook, right? It was on Facebook. It was on Facebook. So, Jess and I... Let me pull up exactly what we've won. I, last week or the week before, entered Jess and I in a little contest on Facebook where we could join... we could join... let's see... Haunted Oklahoma. We... okay, hang on. Okay, so Jess and I follow Haunted Oklahoma. Hopefully all of you guys follow Haunted Oklahoma on Facebook, and they were having a little contest about a week ago where they were going to give away two tickets for their Friday the 13th investigation at the Lindley Hospital in Duncan. And so Jess and I both entered, or I entered us both. She entered. Everybody knows it was her that entered. And we won. And so Jess and I are going on our very first paranormal investigation with, like, real paranormal investigators. Hopefully they don't regret it. Yeah, hopefully they don't regret picking us. But we... oh my gosh, like, Jess had texted me yesterday, and then I didn't respond fast enough. I was in the middle of cooking dinner. So she called, and she's like, have you looked at Facebook? And I was like, no. And so we were both, I mean, just freaking, like, shrieking on the phone. I don't ever win anything. So I was like, what's happening? And I know Paige and Jenny are like, of course they won. Tiff wins everything. I don't win everything. But I was very surprised and shocked and, like, honored because we are definitely newbies to this and will be first timers. And we're just, you know, hoping that we won't pee ourselves. I'm wearing my stiltoes, I've already decided. Oh, great. So yeah, like, I had to talk to my boss today because I'm gonna have to take a half day because Duncan is three hours away from Tulsa. So she, of course, approved it and was so... she, my boss, was excited for me. She kind of laughed and was like, you're a mess, but have fun. Well, I'm kind of in an odd situation because that's the week I have jury duty. Right, I know. And so if I don't get selected, it's not a big deal. Right, right. If I do get selected, hey-o, Quinn! Yeah, our friend Quinn is gonna go. She's gonna go with me. But, um, but yeah, I went and talked to my, like, I have a lead and then I have, like, my boss boss. And my lead was gone today because he's at the fair. And so I was like, well, I better go talk to my boss. Yeah, yeah. I was like, um, hey, got a minute? Do you, um, so here's the thing. And I kind of told him the situation. He laughed and was like, it won't be a problem. Like, if you have to take, like, you won't know until that day that you can take off. He's like, we'll get you off. It's not gonna be a big deal. I know, it's like a once in a lifetime type of thing, really. So I'm super excited. So it's over at 10. And then we literally, like, I was like, oh, we can get a hotel room. No, we can't. Because that next day, we have the Art Deco Haunted at 1030 in the morning. So we have to be back in Tulsa. We have to be back in Tulsa. So we're just gonna, you know, I honestly, we will probably be too jazzed up to sleep. Well, here's what I'm thinking. Now I can cut this out. Um, but I was like, well, we're gonna get home super late. Yeah. Regardless, whatever time we get home. At least one o'clock later. So I might as well stay the night. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. And then we just go to the Art Deco. Absolutely. And I just said, it'll be so funny if we showed up to this, like, you know, haunted thing. And we're both like frazzled because we're like, my hair's gonna be like, mine will be all sticking out. Yes. And, um, you know, we'll like bump into something. Um, this girl will both shriek at the top of our lungs. Yeah, I don't think this haunted Oklahoma knows what they're, what they got themselves into. But they came back, I know. It'll be interesting. So I'm really excited for it. Yes, I wouldn't, I wouldn't lie if I wasn't just a little bit freaked out. I'm freaked out. I am a little bit freaked out. I love ghost stories. I love good ghost stories. I'm not a big bloody gory horror type person, but good thrillers and ghosty stories. I love that. But the thought of like, I might have a ghost story to tell, I was talking to one of my co workers and I was telling them, I was like, you know, I love the stories. Yes, because they're stories. Yeah. I don't know if I necessarily want to experience, but here's it. Here's the deal. If we hate it, we've never had to go on another one again. But we have all these plans to go like to the Lizzie Borden house and to Salem. And I'd love to go to the Queen Mary and the Winchester mansion. Like, I've got to go to this abandoned hospital. I feel like that would be the worst place. I mean, if we can, if we can make it through an abandoned, an abandoned hospital, we can make it through Lizzie Borden's house. We could stay the night there. Well, fun fact, our grandparents used to live in Duncan. They did. So they did. So yeah, so that's our big news. Yeah, our big news. So yeah, I'm a little nervous. Praying I don't have jury duty. I know. It's like, go to jury duty or go to this investigation. Investigation. Right, exactly. Exactly. If you had to pick one, jury duty or investigating an abandoned old hospital. Abandoned old hospital, because I know after four hours, it's over. One of my coworkers actually just wrapped up jury duty last week. She was gone for at least a week, if not longer. But yeah, she was on a case out of Rogers County, and it was a pretty gnarly case. Yeah, I don't I know it's been in the news and stuff, though, but I'm going to for now. We won't talk about it. We'll talk about it. But she did text me on Friday after she was released. They had the verdict and everything and the trial ended. So she did tell me about it then. But yeah. All right. Well, speaking of true crime, this is a jesterific episode. Are you ready? I am ready. Tell me. It's probably going to be a multi-parter. Okay. I'm hoping to it might run into three. I don't know where it goes or how quickly I get through it. So we are going to cover Phyllis Jean Warren, her murder. Oh, so my sources are Oklahoma's Atticus, an innocent man and a lawyer who fought for him by Hunter Howe Cates. Oklahoma's Atticus, One Lawyer's Fight for Justice and New Book by James D. Watts. It was published in the Tulsa World. Family Ties, Oklahoma's Atticus is a Tale of Two Tulsas by Jessie J. Gray. And I did not write where I got that from. I'll try and find that. Anyway, so getting into it. I will say before, though, if there are little ears listening, I would definitely do a listener discretion is advised. And Tiff will probably put the disclaimer before we actually get into it. But so just be aware there might be some hard talks about. Okay. Okay. Or hard discussions is what I'll say. So on March 12th, 1953, an 11-year-old girl named Phyllis Jean Warren disappeared from her North Tulsa neighborhood. Just a few days later, three days before Easter, in fact, her body was found buried under a pile of brush just a few blocks from the tar paper shack in the slums of Tulsa that her extended family called home. When this 11-year-old little girl was found, it was discovered that she had been raped and murdered. So a little bit of history. The slums of North Tulsa were known as the Forgotten City. It was essentially North Tulsa. It was like north of Yale. And the white picket fences and the lush green lawns of the 1950s America were nowhere to be found in this area. It was dry soil and damp swamp. Before statehood, this North Tulsa neighborhood was a little town called Dawson. It was named after Wilbur A. Dawson, who was a member of the Cherokee Nation. Dawson was the area's name, but it was actually known as Coal Bank. So there had been a lot of coal in this area. And as we all know, Tulsa was the oil capital of the world for a while. But in many ways, some people thought of it as the coal capital as well. And I think that had to do with the coal and oil kind of thing. So the Dawson area had a couple of coal companies. But then they left in the late 40s and early 50s. And they left a lot of poverty in their wake. And not just poverty, though. There had been destruction to the land. So they had dug strip mines. If you guys remember the Krebs episode, we kind of talked about them. These strip mines actually gathered water to the point where they were just practically streams. And I think I read that you could get in a boat and go across the water with it in a boat. It was that deep or wide. I put this in a weird spot. There were 10 homes that made up the slums. Some sat on top of a tiny hill where others were in the depths below. The neighborhood was surrounded by woods with a wide barren field in front, the final resting place for a few uprooted trees and some shrubs. Life was hard for the people who remained there with no jobs, because once the coal companies left, they took the jobs with them. And the homes were not just, they were not houses, but tar paper shacks. The city of Tulsa had actually condemned the shacks. However, people were still living in them because they literally had nowhere else to go. Some people had said, well, burn them down, burn them down. Well, you still have these people who have nowhere to go. And what are you going to do with them? So they just kind of left them there. The homes were nothing but two or three tiny rooms, maybe 500 square feet with ceilings that were so low, you had to slouch or you would actually bump your head on them. They had dirt floors. The only heat came from stoves that burned wood, coal, or you know, whatever else could be found. The kitchen was no more than a six by six enclosure. The bedrooms were slightly larger with enough room for a few beds where everyone slept next to each other. There were no sewers. So residents had to walk half a mile just to reach the nearest drinking water. It came from an old hand pump. So you had to pump the water. And it would also be several generations to a home. So the whole family, sometimes two or three generations, where you have multiple people all occupying the same small space. Work was scarce. It was an altogether unpleasant place to live. Tulsans in the 1953 were not hostile or even had like mixed feelings about this place. Or the people who lived there, the crazy thing is they were just unaware of its existence. Because at this time, in 1953, they were getting ready for the, oh, shoot, what's it called? One second. I didn't put it in my notes, but I meant to mention it. Hang on. 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I may have to have you give me a pen. I have to finish these all. There's one right by you. I like this one. Do you want this one? I like it, but... Okay, I can't find it, and I'm too impatient. Okay, so during this time, Tulsa was actually hosting, they were getting ready to host, it was some kind of international oil conference thing. It was a big deal, and Tulsa had been named the most beautiful city in America because it's rich from the oil, and it's right between the Ozarks, and it's the center of green country, what we call green country over here in the northeast. It was considered a beautiful town, and you don't think of these slums being around, so why did I even mention that? Where was I? I completely skipped some stuff. Dang it. Okay, I'm going to start here, okay? Okay. The whole family, sometimes two or three generations, slept together, ate together, did everything together. Hunter Howcades equated it to medieval serfdom, where you have multiple people all occupying the same space, and I think that's a pretty good analogy because, I mean, quarters had to be tight. Yeah, so work was scarce. It was altogether an unpleasant place to live, and Tulsans in 1953, they weren't hostile or even thought they were better than these people. In fact, the sad thing is they didn't really even realize that they existed, and they were just unaware. They knew the city was segregated by economic classes, the same as a lot of towns, but Tulsans could not have imagined how deep in poverty was in their midst. They just had no idea. They didn't even realize that these people called these slums these homes, and when you have a city that is known as the most beautiful city in America and hosts international oil conference things, it just doesn't really cross your mind. Basically, the slums were just, it was one of those out-of-sight, out-of-mind kind of things. I feel like that is common with a lot of really nice up-and-coming cities. I would say so, and it's not like anything against the people. It's just sometimes you're in your own little world, and not an excuse. I'm just saying. A little bit about Phyllis Jean Warren. North Tulsa slums was really the only world that Phyllis had ever known. She was a tomboy, and she had all these trees for climbing, fish and frogs just waiting to be caught. This was the perfect place for her to run around. Phyllis was the baby of the family with six older brothers. Elmer, her oldest brother, had actually joined the U.S. Army, and he was stationed in San Antonio, Texas. The other siblings lived here and there, close by. I think two still actually lived at home. Also, she was the only girl. She was the baby of the family and the only girl. Phyllis enjoyed playing with Eddie and Judy Mae Youngwolf, who were both around her age. Her father, Robert, didn't like Phyllis playing with, I'm doing quotation marks here, those Cherokee kids. They were Cherokee. When you live in such a small neighborhood, you really don't have much choice. You're very limited on who you play and talk to. Phyllis and her parents, Robert and Josie, lived in one of the houses on top of the hill, while the Youngwolf's place was at the bottom. Phyllis went against her father's wishes and played with the Youngwolf children, but only making sure that her father wasn't at home when she went down the hill to play with them. No one knew exactly why he didn't want her playing with them. Some think it was because maybe he just needed to feel as if he was better than someone. Maybe it was prejudice. Although, honestly, that would be weird, because here's a cookie fact. Phyllis's brother, Jimmy, who was, I believe, 28, was married to a Cherokee woman named the former Bessie Youngwolf. Bessie was Eddie and Judy Mae's grandmother. I see your face. Oh, okay. He married an older woman. Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay. Right. Oh, it gets more interesting. Oh, more interesting. Okay. In all reality, Robert didn't seem to care that his son married a Cherokee woman or about Phyllis's safety, really. It didn't have anything to do about her safety. He and his wife, Josie, would let her run off and play for hours, sometimes even days at a time. It just boils down to Robert was strange. He was just an odd duck. Kids actually called him, quote, ding daddy and a, quote, loony bird. Oh, my gosh. He was a simple man with a slow mind. He was prone to acts of foolishness or outright lunacy. He was a drunk. He was a mean drunk, to be exact. However, there was more to Robert Warren than he let on. Okay. Okay. He, okay, this, this seems crazy to me. Okay. He made good money working in the steel mills and even better money as a moonshine runner. Everyone knew he made good money and didn't even need to keep his family in the slums, but he still did. Just trying to save a buck. I don't know. Oh, man. As head of his household, he demanded respect and no daughter of his was going to hang around those young wolf kids. Okay. Oh, my gosh. So on the day of March 12th, 1953, the brutal summer weather was still, you know, it was still some time away, which, of course, was a blessing as the Oklahoma humidity could be cruel. Oh, it is cruel, cruel. The night, the evening, or the night of the evening was crisp and cool. Phyllis was actually playing in front of her parents' shack. She was like twirling a purple wildflower through her fingers. She had found the flower earlier in the day when she was by the creek bed where she liked to roam around barefoot with her German shepherd, Smokey. Phyllis and Smokey were basically two peas in a pod. Like, if Phyllis was around, Smokey wasn't too far behind her. Like, they were always together. Phyllis was described as having curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a freckled face that was usually stained with mud and sweat. She was pretty, but rough. She was very much a tomboy. Phyllis had the face of childish innocence is what they called it in the book. So, the rumor among the adults and some of the older kids was that she was experienced. That means, you know, meaning she was knowledgeable in the hanky-panky department. We'll keep it clean. She was knowledgeable. Wink, wink. Right. But that's a rumor. It's a rumor. So, we don't know if it's true or not. Okay. The rumor, you know, if the rumors were true today, they'd call this by the proper name of sexual assault and rape of a minor. Right. Exactly. There were rumors of who the culprit was, but nobody knew for sure. It could have been one of her father's good friends and fellow moonshiner or moonshine runner, Jean Pruitt. Maybe it was one of the many convicted sex felons who were said to live in the neighborhood. Again, no one knew for sure, but also, the sad thing is, is no one cared enough to do anything about it. So, what happened to Phyllis was no one's concerned. Furthermore, young girls were meant to be seen and not heard. Like, that was kind of the, what's the word I'm looking for? The standard and the norm. Right. And the slums. Phyllis did what she was told, no matter what she was told to do. So, if someone told her to do something that usually isn't appropriate for an 11-year-old, she probably did it because they told her to. Yeah. Right. Right. The night of March 12, 1953, Phyllis was actually outside waiting to see Buster Youngwolf. Oh. All right. So, let's talk about Buster Youngwolf. Buster Youngwolf, a 21-year-old Cherokee man who also happened to be related to Phyllis by marriage. So, his mom is Bessie, who is married to Phyllis's brother. Oh, my gosh. So, cookie fact, for all those who are now confused, technically, he was Phyllis's step-nephew. Okay. Crazy, right? Yes. Buster was described as immature and reckless at times. In many ways, he still acted as though he was still just a young boy, which resulted in him having trouble holding on to a job. He did have a sharp mind that he hid behind shy, wary eyes, and he was a reserved individual. He was a bit of an introvert. Yeah. He did love to read when he could find a book to read. Sounds like me. And he hated more than anything to be thought of as a, quote, dumb Indian. That's what he hated above everything. Buster lived two blocks away from the Warrens, roughly. So, Jimmy, her brother, Bessie, and Buster all lived together with Buster's wife, Betty, and their eighth-month-old, Buster Jr. Buster and Jimmy were the sole breadwinners for the household. They were the main income providers. However, work was pretty non-existent, especially for Buster, and he spent his days seeking workman's wages as a journeyman roofer. The family managed – they managed to get by, but it cost 50 cents a month to keep a roof over their heads, but it was still tough. And his family helped with expenses, and the county actually helped with food. So, Buster would sometimes go outside and kind of wander around after – I guess he would sing, like, lullabies to his little baby boy to get him to go to sleep, and he would go outside, and it was kind of like his last chance to catch the last glimpse of the day, probably just to breathe. Yeah. Well, so, Buster was turning 21 the next day on March 13th. His father, brother, and neighbor actually had taken him out to go bar hopping to celebrate. They had been at it since noon of the 12th, okay? They'd been at it since noon and only came back home for a bite to eat before they went to go back out. Oh, my gosh. So, it was nothing special, just a trip downtown to hit up a few more bars, which was a treat for the young husband and father because he didn't get to go do that very often. So, Buster, you know, he probably felt cooped up. He loved his family, but living with so many people in such a small space would get to anyone. Right, right, right. Going back just a few months prior to this night in the fall of 1950 – sorry, I read that weird. Going back to just a few months prior to this night, in the fall of 1952, with no steady job to provide for his family, Buster had been arrested for breaking into a grocery store. I say that's someone desperate to feed their family. Exactly. He could have been sent to prison but was instead placed on a two-year probation. Okay. If others treated him differently after this incident – now, I don't know if they did or not – it was – Phyllis most likely never did. Okay. She actually adored Buster. You could say she had a crush on Buster. Oh! So, Buster had thick black hair, bronze skin, a stern and brooding brown eyes. He caught an imposing figure, and he could look serious one minute, and then the next he would just have this boyish grin on his face. Yeah. It's easy to understand how a young girl could develop a crush. Yeah. It wasn't just his look that Phyllis liked. It was just him because Buster didn't treat Phyllis like other adults did where it was like, you're meant to be seen, not heard. Or he didn't treat her like she was just some silly little girl, you know, that hung around. Buster, he treated her like an adult. Yeah. Or like a lady, I guess. Right. Well, he treated her as a person, and he teased her, joked with her. He was playful and affectionate. Yeah. Buster may have noticed that Phyllis had a crush on him, but he always just saw her as a little sister. Like, he never thought of her as anything else. It never went anywhere else. Interesting. Just that he saw her as a little sister. Now, she may have felt differently, but he did not. Okay. So, when the sun finally set that night, there was no light left that you could read by, and there was no TVs to watch, there was no radios to listen to. So, the families would gather together on the porch and talk. Right. And being the patriarch and matriarch of the clan, Robert and Josie Warren, Phyllis' mom and dad, would host these chats on their porch. Phyllis wasn't really that interested in the topic that was going on that night. Her only concern was getting Buster's attention. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. When she got home from school earlier in the day, she changed her clothes into some blue jeans and a red checkered shirt and a yellow sweater. Oh, that's so cute! Phyllis and Buster ended up playing in the field in front of the house. The 11-year-old and the 21-year-old goofed about, just as if they were, like, two little kids. Buster gave Phyllis a toy rubber frog, and it's, like, one that you would find at the time, like, in a five and dime store. Yes. It wasn't anything expensive or, you know, there wasn't anything special about it. It was just a rubber frog. It was kind of a weird gift for a girl, but Phyllis appreciated it and put it in the pockets of her jeans. Right. It's a thought that counts. Yes. She probably didn't get much presents, so she probably, like, you know. Anyway, so the menfolk began to get bored with the topic that was being discussed, and they decided to separate themselves from the women, go their own way. So, at this time, Buster left with his family and his friends, and they were leaving to continue his birthday celebration downtown, so more drinking. The women got a little spooked from the topic they were discussing, which was about a, quote, spiritualist woman. Oh. And she was said to commune with the spirit world, and I think she called herself, like, Reverend something or another. Oh. Like, whatever her name was. Oh. Oh, my goodness. I think one of Phyllis' sister-in-law put more stock into her, so she talked about her a lot, whereas the other women were just discussing her. So, anyway, so all this talk about this communing with the dead started to freak some of them out, and Josie asked that the group go inside instead of being outside. Someone had mentioned that Phyllis had disappeared, which is something she often did when she got bored. Nobody had noticed she was gone. Someone had whistled for Smokey, her dog, the German Shepherd. Yeah. And remember, he was Phyllis' – well, okay, let me just re-read that. Someone whistled for Smokey, and remember, he was Phyllis' German Shepherd, so wherever Smokey was, Phyllis would be there, too, not far behind. Yeah. However, Smokey didn't come at the whistle. Josie, tired of waiting out in the cold, said that Phyllis was probably just at a friend's house. Phyllis' best friend besides her dog was Gertrude Young, a classmate that lived just a few blocks away. Phyllis spent the night at Gertrude's house all the time. Yeah. Although, like, normally she was always supposed to tell her mom when she would go spend the night. So, her mom was a little irritated, I think. Okay. Sorry, I lost my spot. The women went back inside and continued chatting, and after about, like, 30 minutes, their talk was interrupted by scratching on the door. Well – oh, wait, this is not a paranormal story. No. Okay. He was waiting inside. Josie, thinking that Phyllis would be there, too, was ready to give her daughter the what-for and quite the tongue-lashing for leaving without saying anything to anyone. The problem was that Smokey ran inside, and he was alone. When he got inside, he went straight to his spot next to the stove and curled up and laid down. Phyllis had disappeared a million times before, and Josie was never worried. Okay. Smokey coming home by himself this time, it felt different to Josie. She thought maybe it had to do with the spiritualist talk that they were – had been talking about before, and maybe it had just creeped her out and gave her the heebie-jeebies. Yeah. Well, the men returned an hour or so later. None of them had seen Phyllis. But again, they weren't worried. Not even her own father was worried. So, they just figured that Phyllis was being Phyllis, and she would turn up eventually. So, everyone finally went to their own homes to go to bed, but Josie was still worried. She just still had this feeling. Robert had gone to bed, and Josie actually went outside and just, like, stared out into the darkness. And I think they said it was midnight before she went back in because she could hear the bell toll from just a few miles away. And I think – I'm thinking it's the cathedral downtown. Yeah. And so, she knew it was midnight, and that was when Robert had called her back in to come back to bed. So, she thought, well, Phyllis does this kind of thing all the time. She'll turn up. She never did. So, I'm going to stop there. And then next week, we'll get into the investigation and hopefully the trial in the aftermath. So, she disappeared. Okay, I've never heard this story before, and so I'm really not liking that you're using it right here. I'm mad at myself because I meant to kind of give a shout-out to my little brother, Jeff. Oh, I was just – literally looked at that book and was just thinking about it. I was like, I think Jeff recommended it. Yeah, and my cousin, Matt, because I think Matt was the one who told Jeff about it. Yeah. Or Jeff may have told Matt about it. I can't remember. But they're involved. Okay. Done, done, done. But I do know Jeff had told me about this book last year, I believe. Yes, yes. I remember him saying something about it. And he was like, you have to read this book. You have to. And so, I listen to a lot of audiobooks at work, and I had listened to it. And I remember, after finishing it, texting Jeff. I'm like, you have to read this book. Right, right. And I bought it. The crazy thing about this case is this book and a few interviews that the author of the book has done are like the only places that you can find it. Because I think they used to be in some two old magazines that Tulsa used to put out back in the day. And they were in there only because, hang on, I just saw it. Okay. So, here's what I was trying to say earlier. So, when this murder, or for now we'll just call it disappearance, obviously she got murdered. But in the book it says, as Tulsa prepared for the grandest event in its young history, the International Petroleum Exhibition, that's what it was, the murder of Phyllis Warren and the trial of Buster Youngwolf received national coverage from pulp magazines to Redbook and Newsweek. Redbook and Newsweek. That sounds very, very fishy. The crazy thing, those are the only places you find this story are in these dusty old magazines. And the author even said the only reason why he had even heard about it was because the author, his grandfather, was the lawyer of Buster Youngwolf. Oh my gosh. Isn't it crazy how that happens like that? So, anyway, I'm hoping, I don't know, hopefully it wasn't boring. No. And next week we'll really get into it. I did not want you to end. Yes. For sure. I'm so excited. So, yeah, if you have any recommendations, suggestions, or comments, please feel free to reach out to us on our socials and by email at curiouscousinsokatgmail.com. You can find us on our socials, like I just said two seconds ago. So just cut this whole part out. You can also like, follow, and review us on your favorite podcast listening platform. And if you really want more Curious Cousins, please look into following us on Patreon. And, Jess, tell them what to keep it. Keep it kooky and spooky. Bye. The whole part was like, and you can just cut out this whole part because I just said it.