My earliest childhood memory that comes to mind, is me getting a beer for my Dad, and not setting it on the table properly, causing the bottle to fall, smash on the kitchen floor, resulting in me cutting my foot open. I distinctly remember this situation, vividly as if it happened yesterday. I can see…
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Who would have thought that we would one day be able to sit in front of a mass of perhaps 20 pounds of plastic and cables and create written messages for the world to see? No matter how ridiculous; this is a place where we can sit back after a hard day and e-pen in…