Reflection v. Refraction
It was late afternoon on Christmas and I was driving west into the setting sun. It had been wet most of the day, but the rain machine had turned off for a bit, the...
Tagged: The Rules of Reality
Warp Speed Now
The year was 1969, and my buddy and I — a pair of newly-minted high school graduates, full of juice and looking for a bit of excitement — decided to head to the Mojave...
