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One of my favorite childhood memories is taking long road trips with my dad. With no special occasion in mind, my siblings and I would jump into his worn down car and take weekend trips to all around our little section of the Midwest.

There was never quite enough room in his car, the padding on the ceiling was stripped out, and the exterior paint was chipping, but as long as we were spending time with him we didn’t care. He’d spend the entire trip telling us stories about when we toddlers, old jokes regarding the differences between us Oglala and our Sicangu cousins*, and the time a bear tore up the roof of his car. He always said his punch lines twice, and we’d laugh even harder the second time.

It’s been years since I’ve been on a road trip with my dad, but those memories still remain close to my heart. This week on Native Sounds-Native Voices, we are celebrating fathers and grandfathers.

Father’s Day Playlist

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6/22: 8:05am, 2:05pm, 8:05pm

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Hope you're feeling nice and nostaglic; Coming soon, we'll be reminiscing about the time we showed Long Hair what's what at Greasy Grass Creek.

Stay tuned!

Not actually a "Rock On" symbol--I'm just doing on impersonation of the skull behind me.

Sina Bear Eagle

NS-NV co-host

*Note: I'm Oglala and Aden is Sicangu. I could give him a hard time about it, but I don't. I mean, he's got it hard enough as it is; he has to spend all his time at work sitting nexting to an Oglala, constantly being reminded that he isn't one. Poor guy.