Where are the heroes? Who are they? Where did they go? In this cowardly new world of “me’s” and “I’s”, where are the steadfast bulkheads, holding fast the water to the land, shouting into silent darkness - “We”. Are they politicians? Artists? Writers? All we know is, their numbers are few and dwindling still. These necessary men and women, these children of God, these raised sails, catching the wind and propelling us into the unknown, will break the inertia of our oversated minds and lead us to a higher justice. A collective plane of consciousness. A place where freedom is easy, and subjugation forsworn. 

A concept. Two Jons, a Fartvan. No right turns. Simplicity. Add a guest and the flame is lit. The journey begins and the conversation flows like a river through a canyon, informed subconsciously by seemingly arbitrary rules followed to the letter, designed to free the passenger’s mind and invite them to live inside a shared dream. A dream of two guys named Jon. Schroeder and Daly. Tall and average. Fans of coffee and sports and Los Angeles. Begun in the worldwide pandemic of 2020 and never meant to last. A podcast had a built in finale. Rare? You betcha. But what would it be? This finale? We Jons could only guess, but we knew Harri Woliner would be joining us for it. Harri started as a fan, and became a constantly-mentioned Easter Egg, his name dropped in every episode as if there was a plan, but there never was one. A big buildup to join the list of guests. We hope he’s happy. We sure are. 

And speaking of heroes - consider yourself, the Two Jons Don’t Make a Right listener. Maybe you had a casual relationship with us, or maybe you got into it. But whatever your commitment level, you helped prop up an idea. You threw your hat in the ring to stave off the darkness. You showed up. Perhaps that’s what heroes are in this cursed age. The ones who raise their hand and get behind something bigger then themselves. The ones who bravely commit to an idea, however absurd, because it’s the only thing they have left. But never right.