Can’t really call a place “an old haunt” until you’re back and weirdly lingering around, and yeah, that’s us now on Day 3 of travels. We’re in Cambridge, and whoah, what…
Like an old and broken pickup truck, this blog mostly just sits on blocks. Bits and bytes weather the elements, one season to the next, while the odds its engine will…
Look, I’m sure there’s a funny way to set this up, a way to craft a clever tale which reserves the punchline for the very end, and transforms this little narrative…