Welcome back, night owl. Tonight’s episode is a tender one—every song a quiet reckoning, a soft ache, a whispered memory of the men who raised us with silence, strength, and the kind of love that didn’t always speak, but never stopped showing up. These stories are for the ones who taught us grit without sayin’ the word. For the ones who danced slow under string lights and kept baby rattles in shoeboxes. For every old hat hangin’ by the door.