Rube Goldberg Doesn’t Live Here

“What’s it do, Mikey?” “Beats me, Lynn.” The eight-year-old boy and his six-year-old sister stood contemplating the strange series of discs constructed in their Grandpa’s backyard. “I’ll take a picture and do an image search.” Moments later the boy’s handheld yielded a result. “I think it’s called a Rube Goldberg machine, a really complicated machine […]