So, my phone rang Thursday, late afternoon, about 5pm. A man's voice, in a familiar Georgian accent, said "Stu? It's Boris, I have your part, you want me to come over now to fix it?" - Psyched!! He was at my door ten minutes later, and took maybe four minutes to put in the new heating sensor. Sweet!! We kibbitzed a bit, talked computers and weather, and that was that.
Of course, the sick thing was that as soon as I showed him out the door, I almost ran to get laundry to start a wash. And not because I needed to, I was just keen on watching the dryer work. I. Am. A. Geek.
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
1 year ago
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