I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.

A local youth center wanted a session on podcasting.

I charged modestly when there was a budget and offered a few free places when there wasn’t.

When Frank asked whether I was trying to turn the studio into a charity, I told him no.

I was trying to build something sustainable that still left the door open for people who didn’t have much money.

He nodded, then helped me calculate the costs honestly.

In the evenings, I continued recording clients and finishing my own songs.