Kili was the name of the radio station we stopped at during our adventures through South Dakota, after visiting the Red Cloud Indian School. It struck us from the van. Resting atop a huge hill, Kili station is one building and a massive radio tower. We got invited inside by the DJ-Northern Hemis (His real name is Chaz). He brought everyone into the recording room, or the room where the microphone is, but I was immediately drawn into a different space—three young boys sat around a table under a chandelier of four massive microphones. “Hey are you guys making some art?” I entered without asking. They were pretty excited about what they were doing. They were students at the school we had just visited. I was halfway through a proposal for exchanging some pictures when Richard asked me if I’d like to join the group. I peeled away and listened to Chaz recount the history of moving from vinyl to CD, CD to ipod and computer. He talked briefly at the end of his lecture about the recent suicide rates. We were familiarized from an article we read the night prior, but hearing his personal account made it a reality. He said he always signs off urging people to “give big hugs.” We filed out of the room and back into the vans. I gave him the biggest hug I could, told him his work was important, retrieved my drawings from the boys, heard a distant, “c’mon Nellie,” got into the van and was driven away doing dance moves in the back seat. On the porch of Kili, the boys and Chaz danced back.