This is not my story, but I’m going to try and tell it because it’s just that good.

D.W. is the proud owner of a DVD projector. The sleek, shiny, expensive machine projects whatever DVD you wish to play upon the wall of your choice. It projects in high-definition widescreen up to 32 feet across. You haven’t seen The Lord of The Rings trilogy until you’ve seen it 12 feet tall on the wall of your own apartment in between loads of laundry while eating a ham sandwich you toasted in your own toaster oven.

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This all happened on my 14th birthday.

I was playing water tag with my sister, her boyfriend, and a couple of my friends in the backyard of our house. “Water tag” is simple: you try to get control of the hose and spray everyone before they can get control and spray you. It’s important to get the victim in the face with the hard stream of water. It’s also important to pin the victim down and keep them under you until they’ve been fully waterlogged and are begging for mercy.

The hose was attached to the house’s western-most wall. Under the hose … Read entire post

While I was in the dentist’s chair this afternoon, D.W.’s fever was escalating.

He’s been sick for a couple of days and I’m still in Iowa, unable to care for him. I’ve been checking in with him via phone periodically and it breaks my heart to hear his usually robust voice diminished to a mild squeak. He was lamenting about not having milk for cereal, the only thing that sounded good to him. This was yesterday. I wracked my brain to figure out how to get milk to the man, but Peapod has a minimum purchase amount and my sister is … Read entire post

My mother told us all a secret tonight.

We were in the middle of a particularly hot round of “Apples & Apples” with family friends, talking about games of all kinds; board games, card games, electronic games, mind games, dating games, etc.

Pac-Man was mentioned as a favorite early video game.

“Remember that Pac-Man game you all got for Christmas back on the farm?” mom said, looking mischevious.

Ms. Bix and I nodded, wistfull. The game she was talking about was a self-contained, yellow plastic bubble, shaped like a Pac-Man. There was a small screen and a little console below that with up, down, … Read entire post