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It had been a typical Monday thus far. I’d finished sorting out the previous weekend’s data dump and took care of any outstanding request tickets. All that remained was to ride out the rest of my shift before making the long drive back to Woburn. Then my cell started buzzing, and its caller ID said […]

It’s a long-standing tradition in my family to offer help with the understanding that you will never be required to follow through with it. The gesture is symbolic, a substitute for more direct expressions of affection. Other families say “I love you.” Mine says “Let me know if you need help with that thing.” I […]

Boot it up and start over

April 10th, 2019

After feeling a bit burnt out on Destiny 2, I decided to do another Fallout 4 playthough. This one was going to be a “pure” Minutemen run, where’d I’d ignore as much of the (lousy) main plot as possible and instead concentrate on organizing the scattered settlements of the post-war Commonwealth into something resembling an […]

If nothing else, the process of putting together a collection of personally significant records has been an interesting exercise in mental inventory taking. Don’t let my writings fool you — for every memory recounted here in excruciating detail, countless others have utterly evaporated or only exist as cryptic scribbles in the margins of my psyche. […]

Sometime around the end of November, I got a text from my brother asking if I’d spoken with our dad recently. He was worried because he could barely understand a thing the old man said during their latest phone conversation, and thought something bigger might be going on. I didn’t think too much of it. […]

The Boston Phoenix was a fixture in my life from the dawn of the Nineties through the start of the new millennium. The weekly tabloid was the Hub’s answer to the Village Voice, and part of a now-defunct regional media empire which also included Greater Boston’s flagship alt-radio station. Every Thursday or Friday, a van […]

Drive, mon pied

April 2nd, 2019

It took three deep dives into the 1975 Sears Wish Book before I noticed it… …but when I finally did, it nearly shorted out my nostalgia cortex. I am not exaggerating in the least when I tell you that those goofy race car slippers were one of Young Andrew’s most coveted possessions. Forget Tonka trucks […]

You can’t roll home again

March 27th, 2019

I concluded the Role Playing With the Changes feature by stating that my days of buying pen-and-paper RPG stuff were well behind me. Because the fates enjoying mocking geeks who make such sweeping, it only took a few weeks before I acquired not one, but two “new” rulebooks. The quotation marks were slapped on either […]

Back to Wax #47: Off we go

March 26th, 2019

My attempt to revisit the first two seasons of Star Blazers last year began as an exercise in childhood nostalgia and ended on a far more somber note than I’d anticipated, thanks to my decision to switch over to the no-punches-pulled original Japanese episodes halfway through. It was a traumatic enough experience to cool my […]

Last dance, last chance

March 22nd, 2019

Given the amount of mental real estate I have dedicated to 1979 as a weird, wild watershed of a year, the realization that we’ve hit its four-decade, round number anniversary only occurred to me this morning. The simple math was there, but my brain never made the connection. To commemorate this milestone, let’s take a […]

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