Paul J. McSorley
speaker
3,333 appearances
3 recordings
1 series
first heard Jun 2026
last heard 3 Sep
Paul J. McSorley’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Surrounded by nature, I am no longer a drone but a human being.
I roll down the windows.
It recently rained, and a hint of its musky earthy fragrance lingers like my wife's perfume whenever she leaves the house.
Gravel crunches under the F-150's tires as leaves fall around me like giant earth-toned snowflakes.
In the back of the extended cab, I hear claws as Snaggletooth, my three-legged mutt, struggles to find purchase to enjoy the breeze in his fur.
power and the country smells far keener than I ever could.
I turned onto my driveway.
It's about a quarter of a mile long and leads straight to a garage that started out as a one car brick affair when my grandfather built it with the old house in the fifties.
Later they expanded by adding a two car garage.
When my parents inherited it and the two hundred fifty acres it sat on, my mother next made my dad build a six foot privacy fence.
He started on one side of the garage and when he finished, an acre around the old house had been enveloped.
The house that once stood here burned down when I was ten.
My little brother Glenn and I finished growing up in the one built in its place.
My wife and I fixed it up about five years ago when my parents sold us a fifty acre plot after retiring from ranching.
They sold the other two hundred acres to Glenn, who never wanted to leave the tiny village of St.
Cloud, and he took over the family ranching business.
I park the truck and take a moment to enjoy the exhibition nature is putting on for me.
Blazing reds mixed with purplish maroons and punctuated by a burst of gold.
The sun adds to the show.
Its slanted rays now give everything a golden glow.
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