Memories & The Stuff That Keeps Us Up at Night

I remember when my father brought home our families first computer in the mid 1990's. I was maybe 8 or 9 years-old. The computer was slow, over-sized, ugly, by today's standards, but I was convinced it was God's gift to mankind. It was as if there was some kind of switch that was set off … Continue reading Memories & The Stuff That Keeps Us Up at Night

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