Hethander, many thanks to you. I appreciate the good turn.
There are piles and piles of boxes of mementos in the house & have been ever since we started dismantling my Grandparents’s lives. Grandpa is still with us, after a fashion, but in some ways he is also gone, so really there’s a preparatory aspect to the process in addition to everything else. There’s these little reminders of the past just kind of around in the corners of many rooms. Mom found a newspaper story from 1998, or there abouts, where I got interviewed about Magic The Gathering. Partially because since Kansas is full of dipshits said dipshits thought Magic was the work of the devil. I knew the guy who wrote the piece & he kind of wanted to help the gaming community get ahead of the stupidity. It’s not really a gripping read, but it does what it set out to do, which is show a bunch of harmless nerds nerding around & not worshipping Satan via a commercially produced collectible card game. I had completely memory dumped the entire affair. That was getting near the last year I ever played before I sold off all my cards. Looking at what Magic turned into over time it’s insane seeing what it used to be before it kind of turned on the people who got it to where it was.
Grandma saved that article, so a lost part of my own history was filled in again until the next time I forget. Ghosts of nerd past flickered across my mind briefly. I kind of wonder what happened to some of those guys. Almost none of them would be counted as friends & it’s hard to imagine any of them ever finding love & I expect that feeling would go both ways if any of them were reminded of me. Then again who can say. They might all be raising gaggles of greasy little nerdlings. Or maybe, in keeping with the ironic nature of genetics, children who are into sports and normal in the classic sense like their grandparents were & perfectly capable of being worthwhile adults. That’s an amusing thought.