Gretchen Van Esselstyn (2:56)

So I'm feeling good that afternoon when I'm making the green apple vinaigrette. I'm adding the ice cubes to the blender so that the parsley stays nice and green. And I'm trickling in just, like, the right amount of rice vinegar. And it feels like it's going to be a good night. The chef whose entire purpose in life is to make me cry is going to be out of the kitchen tonight, and it's going to be just me and the two badass line cooks working the hotline. So the hotline is where the stoves are, and I'm not allowed over there except to replenish the oil bottles and the chopped herbs for the cooks, the real cooks. And someday I'll be good, and I'll be able to get to the hotline, but not yet. But it's okay, because what I have is the salad station. I do garde manger, which means guardian of the food. But really, it's just opening oysters and making salads. But it's cool. It's like salads in fine dining are. They're a beautiful thing. It's the stacking and the fluffing and the components, and I'm into it. So service starts pretty good Wednesday night. It's going well. I'm in my salad space, and then I hear some cursing, a lot of cursing. And I turn and I look, and it's like, did you ever see, like, a really nice seared duck breast? And it's got, like, that nice, crispy fat on the top and then a really beautiful, rare red center. So it turns out that's a lot like what the inside of your hand looks like, except there's a lot more blood. So Joseph, one of the line cooks, has a knife coming out of his hand, and just as I'm about to say, don't pull it out, he pulls it out, and there's a lot of blood. So I turn my head back to the gard manger for just a second because I can hear the ticket printer starting to chatter, and we're getting a lot of orders coming in. And as I have my head turned, I hear another sound from the hotline. And it's a thud. So Steve, the other line cook, has had the classic vasovagal response. He has hit the floor. He has passed out cold by the hotline. So Jose has taken, like a food smeared side towel and he's wrapping it around his hand and trying to turn over a steak with the other hand. And then a waiter pokes his head in and sees what's going on and says, I'll call a cab. And I'm grateful. I don't know what a cab is gonna do in this situation, but I'm just happy that there's someone else in the room with me who's not passed out or bleeding. But then he's gone and he's taken Jose with him. And I'm alone. And things are burning. Like proteins are burning. I'm not allowed to touch the stove, but what choice do I have? So I step over Steve's body and over to the hotline, and I start just turning and plating. And I'm trying to remember which garnishes and sides go on which plate, but I'm doing it. And servers come in and they try to help, but they're slammed, too. It's like suddenly the busiest Wednesday night we've ever had. But I'm doing it. I'm cooking steak and fish and chops, and I'm putting them on the plate and I'm doing it. And it's an order comes in and it's table 17, endive salad, sauce on the side. And I know this order, so we don't do sauce on the side. This is fine dining. We don't do that. But we do it for this table. Wednesday night, regular Big tipper may or may not have been one of TV's Golden Girls, and making her salad is like my favorite part of this job. So I do something strange. I just start turning off the burners. And you don't turn off the burners during service. You're always going to need them again. But I do. I just turn them all off. And after the last one, I step back over Steve into the Grand Mache and I make the salad and I just. I slice those crisp half moons of endive and I pick the most beautiful little baby bib lettuce leaves and crumble the stilton, julienne some green apple and fill up that little sauce on the side, ramekin with that tart green apple vinaigrette. And I send it out. And then I look back to the hotline and Celso, the dishwasher has turned all the burners back on and is working the hotline 100 times better than I could ever do in my entire life. So I just turn back to my station and I have a lot of oysters open. I'm still not any good at it, and I'm just shucking oysters, just like stabbing myself in that part of my hand every fourth time by mistake. Just kind of relishing that pain and just being like, I didn't really make it to the hotline, not really. You know, I don't get to be the hero that night. I'm just gonna get on the train like every other night, reeking of fryer grease and just cry all my way home to Brooklyn, just like every other night. But then I see the dishes come back from table 17, and I sent out a lot of badly cooked steaks that night. But I also sent out something so beautiful and delicious and nourishing that she licked the plate clean.

Jody Powell (8:56)

That was Gretchen Van Esselstyn. Gretchen believes she is the only writer with the peculiar trifecta of a James Beard Award nomination for culinary journalism, a first place trophy in the National Pork Board Recipe Contest, and a short story featured in Best American Erotica. She is working on a novel about intergenerational friendship with benefits in the time of climate change. We followed up with Gretchen to get the scoop on who that VIP guest was. Gretchen told us it was none other than Golden Girl Rue McClanahan, who always enjoyed a good endive salad and was a great tipper. Gretchen also shared one of her family recipes with us. Visit themoth.org to try it out. Our next story was told by james gordon at the chicago grand slam, where wbez is our media partner. Here's james at the vic theater.

Moth Radio Hour Producer/Announcer (10:19)

I'm pretty sure Jeanine Teagues from Abbott elementary is my spirit animal. We both have that overwhelming enthusiasm and optimism that everything is going to be all right. And I took this into my second year of teaching seventh grade language arts at Rosa Parks Middle School. One, because I had a job, and two, I had a whole year of teaching experience under my belt. You couldn't tell me shit. I walked into the class, brand new suit, brand new shirt, brand new tie, brand new shoes like I have on now. I said, good Morning, class. I'm Mr. Gordon. I will start taking attendance. And a hand goes up, young man in the second row. I said, yes, sir. He said, before you call attendance, my name is Hawkins. And I immediately look down the list. He says, no, no, Mr. Gordon, it's Hawkins. Just My last name. And I'm like, oh. He said, well, my father's in the army. And he said, the man gets respect from being called by his last name. And I would appreciate if you call me by my last name. And I said, oh, okay, Mr. Hawkins, sure. He said, no, Mr. Hawkins is my granddad. Sergeant Hawkins is my dad. I'm just Hawkins. Do you got it? And immediately I said, oh, shit. And then he said, without missing a beat, and I meant no disrespect, sir. And I said, oh my goodness, I've never seen such politeness in a seventh grader. This is going to be great. And this is who Hawkins was. Above average in all subjects, extremely talented chess player, very good debater. Played basketball. Had to go through that before we got to the stereotype. Okay, and he was just a great guy in class. Several months down the line, we go to a trip called the Other Cinderella. It plays at the Black Ensemble Theater. And it's to Cinderella what the Wiz is to the wizard of Oz. High octane, hip hop infused dance singing. And the students loved it. Unlike the trip I planned last year to the Nutcracker, it flopped. Like when the Bears played a Packers flopped. And I love my Bears, but shit, you know. So anyway, this is when Hawkins says, Mr. Gordon, Mr. Gordon, I'm going to be an actor. You're going to see me on that stage. And I said, I believe it. He says, I believe it too. And I believed him. One day we were doing a journal assignment about what she wanted to be. And of course he stated in his journal that he wanted to be an actor. Others said, lawyer, doctors and such. And he raised his hand, he said, Mr. Gordon? I said, yes, Hawkins. He says, what did you want to be? I said I wanted to be a teacher. And we all chuckled at that. He says, well, did you want to be something else? Did you want to be something other than a teacher? And I said, yeah, I wanted to be an actor like you. He said, really? I said, yes. He says, well, why aren't you. Why aren't you an actor, Mr. Gordon? I said, well, teaching was a better option. He said it was. And I said it was. And the bell rang for class. And that cliche of being saved by the bell was appropriate at that moment because I had lied to him. I didn't think I could be an actor. I didn't think they had people on TV that looked like me, dark skin like me, not long flowing hair, not the sick pack abs, nothing. I was from the south side of Chicago. I Couldn't be an actor, so I was a teacher. It was, I guess, what I was supposed to do. Hawkins nodded me, I nodded back, and the rest of the year went. But I couldn't stop thinking about the question he had asked me about being an actor. Why hadn't I done it? I had been the teacher that had always encouraged students. You can do whatever, however, put your energy, put your effort, put your hard work into it, and you can do it. But I hadn't done that. I was living daily hypocrisy because I didn't do that. The seventh grade year came and went, and Hawkins went on to the eighth grade. He would get into the drama club, and I would keep in touch with him, keep tabs on him. He went to Thornton High School next, starred in plays, and then he went to Illinois State University. And his first year, he got a role in the Express Ed David Story. And then we lost touch. And I was happy for him because he had pursued his dreams, but I hadn't. A friend of mine, as I started doing poetry, a friend of mine reached out. He said, hey, man, you want to be in a movie? I got this movie called the Movie. And he says. I said, dude, I'm not an actor. He says, you'll be playing a teacher. I said, oh, I can do that. Yeah. And so I did it. He said, well, you should do some background work. And I started doing background work, extra work. And I wound up on a show called Chicago pd And I saw one of the actors, about six' three, black guy, buff, handsome. And I said, no way. And I said, and they said, tell extras don't speak to the actors. And I'm a rule breaker. So I said, hawkins. And he came over. He says, Mr. Gordon, what are you doing here? I said, I'm acting. I'm doing background work. He says, no shit. I said, no shit. And he hugged. He said, well, I gotta go to set. I said, well, okay, great. I said, I'm proud of you, Hawkins. He said, I'm proud of you, too. And as alluded to in my introduction, I'm an actor now. You've probably seen me somewhere and didn't know it was me, but I'm doing it. As teachers, we have this credo about reaching one student. We want to reach as many as we can, but we want to reach one student. And I'd like to say I've done that in all my years of teaching. But the hook is when the student can reach back and touch and influence you like Hawkins did me. Thank you.

Jody Powell (16:46)

That was James Gordon. James is an international award winning author and poet, champion storyteller and acclaimed actor. He can be seen in episodes of the Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, the G Background Extras and the film the Ways. In a moment we go behind the bar during happy hour and we hear about a very unexpected birthday gift.

Moth Radio Hour Producer/Announcer (17:28)

The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts.

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Jody Powell (21:07)

This is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Jodie Powell. In this hour, stories from behind the scenes. Our next storyteller takes us behind the bar. Anastasia Maximenko told this at a story slam at the Ecuadorian American Cultural center in Astoria, Queensland, where WNYC is a media partner of the Moth. Here's Anastasia.

Anastasia Maximenko (21:34)

When I got to the United States, I started working as a bartender to pay my bills. And as a bartender, you chitchat a lot with the customers. And my accent, even though I think I don't have any, it sparks a lot of conversation. People would say like, oh, where are you from? How did you get here? When did you get here? And so on. So as anyone here, I love talking about myself. So therefore I'm in the mouth. And this is like 2016 and I work in Turkish restaurant on 42nd in medicine. And I get to work about like four to prepare my bar. And then we get actual crowd about like 5, 30 ish, 6 ish because it's like midtown. So office people, after a really hard day in the office job, they come to us to have a happy hour cocktails. But that day I Come to work. And I see there's at 4 o' clock there is a couple at the bar. So I know right away it's probably like tourists from other states. And as I learned later on, yes, this middle aged white couple is actually from Arkansas, US and so I go behind the bar and I'm super nice because I'm like really nice. And I just enjoy serving people. So I go, hello, how are you? Would you like to see our happy hour menu? Would you like to see our menu? And this guy, he's like, with the grayish hair, in like bright yellow polo shirt. I would call him man without smile. He goes right away, I need Jack Daniels. I cannot do Arkansas accent, sorry. So he goes, jack Daniels on the rocks and chardonnay for my wife. And I'm like, oh, excuse me, we don't have chardonnay. But I have really nice Turkish wine which is very similar. Okay, get it? And I'm like, okay. Man knows what he wants. And you know, I give them menu and I give them a few minutes to decide what to order. Then I come back, I take their order, and man, again, he orders everything for him or for his wife. And his wife is like really voluminous, like ginger hair and matching like red polo shirt, but. And she's smiling and I'm like, wow, interesting couple. Men without smile and smiling wife. And they order for him. He ordered pasta, the only pasta on our menu.

Commercial Announcer (24:21)

Where?

Anastasia Maximenko (24:21)

Turkish restaurant, for Christ's sake. And for her, he ordered salad with chicken. And conversation begins. He goes, you know, I hear your accent, what it is, and I say, it's Russian. And like, I feel the tension, especially when behind me there's TV that rolling this news about Russian hackers and recent election of Trump. And he goes, so where in Russia are you coming from? And I goes, oh, I'm really not from Russia. I'm from Kazakhstan, but we speak Russian there. And he's like, hmm, that's where the Pakistan is. And I think to myself, close enough, Pakistan. But I say, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's somewhere, somewhere they're close. And his wife, she leans towards him like they asking questions together. But she doesn't say anything, she's just smiling. And he goes, so when did you come here? And I go, about six years ago. He's like, so do you like it here? And I go, you know, I'm living here and it's my home, so obviously I like it. And he goes home. And at that moment I feel enchanted. I'm like, I speak even in more Nicer tone. And I'm like, yeah, I live here six years, but actually I already went to college and I finished Hunter college with the major, sociology with others. And also this job is just to pay my bills. And I already work part time as admission counselor. And I really want to in the future become full time because I want to help students and guide them. And at the moment I'm just thinking, I'm asking myself, like, why are you like this? And I'm thinking, is it because, like, the notion of immigrants is, like, altered so much during that election and after that election? Or I'm thinking that maybe, like, I feel in deja vu because I went through this before. And yes, in immigration office, I went through the same interrogation with the immigration officer to whom I had to prove that I deserve to be here. And as an immigrant, there's many moments where you have to prove that you deserve to stay in this country. And, you know, I'm still thinking to myself, but at the moment, wife stretch her arm and touch me and say, real glad you're here. Thank you.

Jody Powell (27:42)

That was Anastasia. Maxime. We are very saddened to share that Anastasia passed away in 2024. We first met her through a MOTH community workshop with New Women New Yorkers. She was born and raised in Kazakhstan. And Anastasia immigrated to the United States at the age of 20 and went on to build a career in counseling immigrant students. She is remembered for her heartfelt stories and her generous spirit towards everyone she met. Our next story comes from Nala Summers. Nala told this at her London storieslam. Here she is live at the moth.

Nala Summers (28:44)

Thank you so much. Christmas birthdays must really suck, but I'm going to trump that with Easter birthdays because there is nothing worse than coming down the stairs and receiving a chocolate Easter egg for your birthday. It's depressing. It was my 32nd birthday where everything changed. And Paul, my partner, was determined to make it the best birthday ever. And so he asked the question a month before that. Every good partner asks, what do you want for your birthday? And every partner who doesn't want to appear greedy says, no, nothing. I don't want anything. There's always a suck through the teeth, like, am I going to get into real trouble here if I actually get her? Nothing at all. So he continued to ask me, what would you like for your birthday? And I continued to say, nothing. A week before my birthday, we had a week planned off. And so I was traveling into work on the Friday and I had the happy holiday feeling nothing. And no one was going to put me in a bad mood. On the way, I dropped my partner to a charity cycle ride and a couple of hours later he called me and said, hey, I don't feel very well. And I said, oh, I'll come and pick you up because I'm in that happy holiday mode. And he said, oh, no, actually, I think I'm going to call an ambulance because I feel like I'm having a heart attack. Very cool and calm and of course I'm thinking in my mind, well, he's just overexerted himself. And I call back after about 10 minutes and he doesn't answer the phone. A lady answers the phone and asks me to make my way to the hospital. I get in the car and I think, well, this is all going to be okay because everything's okay. It's near my birthday, we've got a week off, everything's good. This is not the story. When I get to the hospital, they sit me down and they tell me that his life has expired. There's lots of things that I don't remember about that day, but they put me in a room and they laid me down on a sofa and I looked out of the kind of the dappled 70s NHS curtains and all I could feel was love, like somebody was pouring it over me. And eventually a nurse came in and asked me how I was getting on and I started to share with her all about Paul, how extremely funny he was, this kind of dry humor and how he could find the humor in even the worst moments of life. He loved me so unconditionally. I went into the darkest place, as people will understand in the room, grief sends us on a journey. A week later, my birthday came around and I had barely left the house. And what happened was the birthday cards got mixed with the condolence cards and my birthday came and I just kept thinking, I just want a birthday card from him to come through the front door. The day continued and it got to about 8 o' clock in the evening, Ish. And my friend called me and she said to me, I didn't want to tell you this, but I've got to. Paul got you a present. He bought us a spa day. And when he emailed me the details, he said, don't let on that I've got her anything because I want her to believe that she got sweet fa just as she asked. There is some important lessons for us all in this last few years, but one that I learn is every year on my birthday is that unconditional love is truly the greatest gift that we can give and receive. Thank you.

Jody Powell (34:33)

Nala Summers is on a mission to transform how we connect, whether it is in the workplace or out in the world. She calls herself an accidental researcher of kindness and uses her story in nothing less than her quest to change the world, one act of kindness at a time. In a moment, a seemingly perfect snowy morning in Jackson Hole. That's when the Moth Radio Hour continues.

Moth Radio Hour Producer/Announcer (35:28)

The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts.

Jeremy Gayton (35:38)

Reggie, I just sold my car online. Let's go, Grandpa.

Moth Radio Hour Producer/Announcer (35:41)

Wait, you did?

Commercial Announcer (35:42)

Yep.

Jeremy Gayton (35:43)

On Carvana. Just put in the license plate, answered a few questions, got an offer in minutes. Easier than setting up that new digital picture frame. You don't say. Yeah, they're even picking it up tomorrow. Talk about fast. Wow.

Moth Radio Hour Producer/Announcer (35:55)

Way to go.

Jeremy Gayton (35:56)

So, about that picture frame. Ah, forget about it. Until Carvana makes one, I'm not interested.

Anastasia Maximenko (36:02)

Car selling made easy on.

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Jeremy Gayton (36:07)

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Jody Powell (37:22)

This is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Jodi Powell. Our final story was told by Jeremy Gayton at the main stage in Alaska where we partnered with the Anchorage Concert Association. Here's Jeremy.

Jeremy Gayton (37:42)

It was December 26, 1996. A fresh blanket of snow had fallen in Jackson Hole. It felt like one of the best late Christmas presents you could ask for. My family loved days like these. My dad could get out and make some extra money, and my mom and sister and I could get out and have some fun. My dad had a snow plowing business back then, so he was up before dawn out clearing people's driveways. He used to take me out with him occasionally on his rounds and let me operate the snowplow, which for a young kid couldn't have been more exciting operating heavy machinery. I used to love watching the snow pile up, and I was always amazed at how big some of those piles could get. He was also a skilled hunter. He'd go out every year for elk, deer, antelope, moose, and anything else he could. And I just loved being out in the backcountry with him, surrounded by nothing but mountains and wilderness. It really gave me a sense of being at home. My mom, who's a pillar of strength and ambition, has been a realtor in Jackson for over 45 years. She started her career from scratch and went on to own her own brokerage, and she even won the realtor of the Year award. Since she had a somewhat flexible schedule, she was able to take my sister and I out on countless outdoor adventures. One of her gifts to us was skiing. And if you've ever taken children out skiing, you know that's a testament to her. We will and love for the mountains. My sister is about four years older than me, so as kids she was always much better at skiing and pretty much everything else. It could make a young guy pretty jealous not being able to keep up with big sister, but there was something I could be proud of back then, and that was getting to the front seat of the car first so I could ride shotgun. That December 26th was one of those proud moments for me. So as we woke up to all the fresh snow, it was pretty natural we'd be going skiing that day. My mom made us a beautiful breakfast of lucky charms, always my favorite. And after that, we began the long process of suiting up for skiing. As we were doing that, my mom went out to the garage and put our skis on top of the silver Ford Taurus sedan. When she was done, she called for us to head to the car, and the race was on. I ran as fast as I could to get into the front seat, jumped in, and smiled smugly at my sister through the windows. After some heated conversation about how unfair this was, we backed out of our freshly plowed driveway. Our House was in Rafter J. It's a little neighborhood a few miles south of Jackson. The highway to get there was two lanes at the time and basically cut into the side of a mountain. As we start getting up to speed on the highway, I hear my mom say something. She just never says, oh, shit. My heart began to race. I didn't know what was going on. I knew it must be pretty serious for her to talk like that in front of her children. I feel the car accelerate. Then I look up to the mountain on my right. There's this huge wall of snow barreling down the mountain towards us. At that point, everything switched into slow motion, and I looked back to the highway, thinking, we'll just keep driving. Snow will miss us and we'll be skiing in no time. I guess my mom thought the same thing, which is why she floored it when she saw the snow. And then, wham. The snow hits the car. Everything goes completely dark. It engulfed the car, blocked out all the light. And then silence. I felt this overwhelming sense of peace and calm, even though the car was rolling over and over down the side of the mountain. At some point, we stopped. I was so confused. My mom kept asking over and over if we are okay. But I just didn't even know how to answer that question. I'm, like, looking down. Why is my seat jammed all the way forward? Why is my seatbelt so tight? It hurts. All the windows were shattered. The car had landed upright with only the lower half buried. Then I look to the backseat where my sister was sitting. She's there. She's conscious, but she is covered in blood. The whole backseat of the car, the roof, it's just all bloody. At that point, I just don't know what to do or think. So I just sit there. Then my mom's car phone rings. It was one of those old Motorolas with the big bass and the curly cord to the handset. She reaches down, picks it up, brings it up to her ear, and she says, hello, this is Penny. I guess the. The extreme stress of the situation kind of defaulted her into business mode. Turns out it was another realtor looking to show a house that day. She quickly snapped back to reality, realizing we really need help. So she tells the guy to call her husband, call 911, tell them we've been in an avalanche. Finally kind of clicked into place for me. I had heard about him. I'd seen him on tv, but never could have imagined being in one, especially in a car. She hangs up the phone and we wait. Time seems to have warped in those moments because it felt like almost instantly there were paramedics outside the car, helping us crawl out through the broken windows. My mom and I were fine, so. So we got out and we just stand there as they're carefully trying to extract my bloody sister from the wreckage. Once they finally get her out, they strap her to a red trauma board, secure her head between two foam pieces, and they have to carry her up the side of the mountain. As we hike up through the deep snow behind them, get up to the highway, they put her on a gurney, roll her into the ambulance. My mom and I get in and sit alongside her. Any memories of jealousy or fights we had just faded away. All I could feel was fear and worry for my sister. Paramedics were shining their little flashlights into her eyes, taking her vitals, getting blood all over them as they did. They kept asking, where does it hurt? Where are you bleeding from? But she just didn't have an answer. Again, time warps and we're at the hospital as the ambulance doors opened. I see my dad standing there. I run out and give him a big hug, and he somehow seemed calm. And that helped calm me down just a little bit to get my bearings, I guess. When he heard of the accident, he raced to the scene. He said he was taking the back roads at a nearly 100 miles per hour and he was able to follow the ambulance to the hospital. Then we all follow my sister into the er. Doctors quickly began work. They were frantically cutting through her ski clothes, trying to figure out where all this blood is coming from. Again, they're asking, where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Where are you bleeding from? But she just doesn't have an answer. I'd never experienced anything like this, anything near death. I thought it might be my sister's time. I got as close as I could, and all I could say was, I love you, Nicole. I really thought that was going to be the last thing I ever say to her. So as the doctors continue working, cutting through layer after layer, out of the corner of my eye, I see my dad reach down and pick up her bloody coat from the floor. He picks it up and stares at it for a minute. Then he brings it up to his face and he smells it. You guys, he said, this is deer blood. The doctors stop and look over at him, look back and forth at each other, like, what is this guy talking about? They continue checking and cutting through the final layers. But my sister was completely fine. I guess my dad's knowledge of hunting and the unique smell Every animal possesses mattered just a little more in that moment than the doctor's years of medical school. A huge weight had been lifted off me, and I could finally breathe again. So with all the snow we had received the prior evening, herds of deer were moving around in the mountains trying to find some fresh sources of. Of food. The timing for that particular herd moving across the mountains and us going skiing couldn't have been worse. They triggered the avalanche near the top, and we were driving directly below. Among all the snow that engulfed the car, there were several deer. One of these deer came into contact with the car, got sliced up by the skis on top and the broken glass of the windows, and entered the backseat through one of the windows. The deer tumbled around with my sister until ultimately being flung out before the car settled. My sister has no recollection of a deer being in the car with her or how she even stayed in the car with no seatbelt on. I know life can change in the blink of an eye, but I still feel this incredible magnetism to the mountains and the place I call home. I've always told this story as just a random stroke of bad luck entwined with unbelievable good luck. But now it just seems like it's part of a bigger picture, A much longer story of my family constantly being knocked down, somehow getting back up and dusting off and moving forward. I mean, my parents had dinner reservations that evening at one of the nicer restaurants in Jackson, Snake River Grill. They didn't miss it. It's. Yeah, it's pretty clear to me now that surviving that avalanche and. And still getting out and enjoying everything the mountains have to offer, it's just part of who we are. A tough family. I've always known that to be true for my parents, but it's finally sinking in for myself. I think that avalanche and the wild, rugged place I grew up in have helped form this underlying sense of resilience that have helped me weather just about any storm. I currently live in Rafter Jay again, this time with my wonderful wife, Jane. Wish she could have made it tonight, but Alaska is pretty far. But I drive by that avalanche path every single day. And each time, no matter what the season, I'm transported back to that moment. That huge wall of snow cascading down towards us. I know there's no way to control the forces of nature, but I'm drawn to the mountains, and I have immense love and respect for them, for the resilience and strength they have given me and my family. Thank you.

Jody Powell (50:29)

Jeremy Gayton was born and Raised in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, he loves skiing, mountain biking and hiking. So a little behind the scenes with this story. I met Jeremy when he was on our crew as our photographer and one year I was told that he has a story of being in an avalanche and he pitched it right there to me as he was taking photos at our soundcheck and the following year he closed the show with that story. So yes, sometimes a pitch for another gig on the job. And remember, the Moth is always interested in your pitches. To see some photos of Jeremy Gayton enjoying the outdoors of Jackson Hole and some images that he has taken, visit themoth.org and to bring the behind the scene theme of this hour full circle, I thought that it might be great for you to meet some of the folks behind the scenes at some of the events at the Moth. Here are a few folks that work tirelessly capturing elements of the show or working behind a screen to make sure the Moth flies smoothly.

Gretchen Van Esselstyn (51:45)

My name is Katie and I've worked at the Moth for almost two years now. I've worked as a volunteer, a production intern, and most recently a production coordinator. I really enjoy when we first arrive to our venues before we start setting up for the show, before any of the audience comes in and all of our like crew and our hosts are coming and slowly trickling in and there's just this moment where everyone is catching up and saying hi and like giving hugs and everyone's excited to see each other and it just feels so wonderful.

Nala Summers (52:29)

My name is Norika Okabe. I'm an audio recording engineer and I've been working with the moth since 2008.

Anastasia Maximenko (52:38)

Mostly I'm listening to the Quality and.

Nala Summers (52:40)

Other technical details, but I can't help.

Anastasia Maximenko (52:43)

Get sucked into the story.

Commercial Announcer (52:45)

I cry with them, I laugh with.

Nala Summers (52:47)

Them, I hold my breath.

Anastasia Maximenko (52:49)

I love seeing the audience get raptured into the story and sometimes you can.

Nala Summers (52:53)

Hear a pin drop in the space.

Anastasia Maximenko (52:55)

I love seeing and feeling the sense.

Commercial Announcer (52:57)

Of oneness, their eyes glued to the storyteller. I think the whole night is an experience.

Anastasia Maximenko (53:04)

To see everyone involved and the audience.

Nala Summers (53:07)

Look satiated at the end of the night is awesome.

Anastasia Maximenko (53:10)

And I say this all the time.

Nala Summers (53:13)

But nothing beats live events.

Jeremy Gayton (53:24)

Hi, my name is Joe Del Cento and I've been a freelance videographer for the Moth for just over 17 years. There are a few goofy phrases or anecdotes I heard at the Moth that have kind of become ingrained in my mind. Every time I take a piece of cheese out of the fridge, I think about the answer that storyteller Jesse Klein gave to the introductory question, what is one piece of wisdom you learned from your parents? She answered, my mom always told me if you have some moldy cheese, cut off the mold, you can still eat the cheese. When I go to the shows, I look forward to the variety of stories I'll hear, getting a little tour through life in general, including the lives of others in really random and unpredictable ways. It's one of the aspects of the Moth I think is really unique. Hey, my name is Peter Cooper and I've been a photographer for the Moth for over six years. One moment that really stands out for me was when I was photographing a main stage matinee which is designed to introduce high school students to the Moth and the art of storytelling. While I was editing these photos, one particular photo really touched me. It was some students in the audience who were in this state of awe and wonder while they were watching the Storytellers. Let me give a shout out to my mom. Back in college I hesitated to buy a hundred dollar flip camera for a course, but she insisted on getting it for me. That $100 investment turned into my career. So thanks Mom. As always, it's a pleasure and an honor to photograph with the Moth and I take it as an extreme privilege to be able to help document you wonderful storytellers.

Jody Powell (55:18)

And that's it for this episode of the Moth Radio Hour. Thank you to our storytellers and all the Moth staff and crew for sharing with us and to you for listening. I hope you'll join us next time.

Moth Radio Hour Producer/Announcer (55:41)

This episode of the Moth Radio Hour was produced by me, Jay Allison and Jody Powell, who also hosted and directed the stories in the show. Co producer is Vicki Merrick, Associate Producer Emily Couch. Additional grand slam coaching by Jennifer Hickson. The rest of the Moss leadership team includes Sarah Haberman, Christina Norman, Sarah Austin, Janess, Meg Bowles, Kate Tellers, Marina Cluce, Leanne Gulley, Suzanne Rust, Brandon Grant, Sarah Jane Johnson and Aldi Caza. Special thanks to the staff. That was in this hour Katie Glasser, Noriko Okabe, Joe Del Seno, Peter Cooper and Lauren A Gay for helping us out. Moss stories are true as remembered and affirmed by the Storytellers. Her theme music Spy the Drift. Other music in this hour from Galt McDermott, speedometer, Ariel Besson, Duke Levine and William Tyler. We receive funding from the National Endowment for the Arts. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. Special thanks to our friends at Audacy, including Executive Producer Leah Rhys Dennis. For more about our podcast for information on pitching us your own story and everything else, go to our website, themoth.org.

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