Like all things, vacations must come to an end. Here’s my final shot of the trip: the Air Canada Dash 8 that we took from Hartford back to Accordion City:
The Ginger Ninja doesn’t like flying in general and wasn’t all too keen on boarding a propeller-driven plane, but I reassured her that propellers [...]
Back in high school, after reading Space-Time and Beyond for the umpteenth time and drinking one too many zombies with my friend Henry, we came up with a theory:
In the infinite set of universes, there had to exist a particular universe in which the events in our lives were being watched as a TV show.
We then made a solemn vow to live the kind of life that got high ratings.
This is the continuation of that story.
