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Momentarily forgetting where I was, I wondered if the man staring so intently at the computer screen was coordinating a manned space flight to the distant Red Planet.
His furrowed-brow calculations seemed so painstaking.
Or maybe he was immersed in his daily hardcore.
Then it hit me, I wasn’t in Mission Control. I was in one of the local tire stores waiting for the
Published on July 24, 2015 06:33