The Reckon Yard Podcast

Why JW makes fun of brands, the truth behind Dawn soap and the Exxon Valdez, and why you don’t need the right boots to be worthy. Plus a road trip, the Austin show, Avalanche updates, and a new Duwali Bottoms. All are welcome in the house of internal combustion.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

JW talks friendships and the complexity of favors, the fear that pervades us all regardless of station or occupation.

This week in Duwali Bottoms, healing does not always mean mending.

As Carl Jr recovers and the Haines family tries to steady themselves after tragedy, old friendships strain under the weight of silence and distance. Around town, life carries on in the summer heat but something restless is beginning to move beneath the surface.

JW revisits a brief fling with a ’92 Toyota pickup and the chaos that surrounded it in the early 2000’s. Late nights and a hard look in the mirror at a version of himself he didn’t much like.

This week in Duwali Bottoms, TX:
After two boys end up dead and a case gets filed away, Red can’t shake the feeling something doesn’t add up. Danny refuses to sit still, Tom learns the noise is spreading, and the line between justice and vengeance starts to blur. In Duwali Bottoms, nobody waits forever.

This week on The Reckon Yard, JW remembers his first Valentine’s Day with Rachael, then reflects on his paternal grandfather’s life and the weight of expectations and how a man learns to carry them.
Then we return to Duwali Bottoms, Texas. In the long heat of an East Texas summer, a single afternoon drifts along slow and easy… right up until it doesn’t, and the roads and pastures fill with the restless energy of youth, old grudges, and choices made a little too fast for good sense to keep up.

This week on The Reckon Yard, JW remembers his first Valentine’s Day with Rachael, then reflects on his paternal grandfather’s life and the weight of expectations and how a man learns to carry them.
Then we return to Duwali Bottoms, Texas. In the long heat of an East Texas summer, a single afternoon drifts along slow and easy… right up until it doesn’t, and the roads and pastures fill with the restless energy of youth, old grudges, and choices made a little too fast for good sense to keep up.