It was ready. I had done it! After months of wiring, rewiring, soldering, re-soldering, moldering, re-moldering, folding, bending, pushing, and pulling, my time machine was finished. It was my pride and joy, my shining grace, I called it my “Time Temple.” Where would I go? When? The potential spots ran through my head. Perhaps I’d […]
Author Archives: Jack Wilan
Jack is neither here nor there, neither up nor down, neither man nor mouse. And his last name starts with a W. What am I?
