I used to think a garage was for parking your car inside. Silly me! Now I know it is to hold all the ever-increasing amount of stuff we accumulate in America. It’s the stuff that won’t fit in the 12’ x 20’ Storage locker space we rent each month to hold the stuff that we feel guilty about tossing because grandma loved it so much and it reminds us of her, or it cost so much, or we might use some day in the next century perhaps. Then there are people like me who have a model train set in their garage. Most people who have this disease manage to control it (with serious medication I believe) and so the train set only comes out at Christmas to run around the bottom of the Christmas tree. Unfortunately, I am not one of those types, and my train is a chronic disease unresponsive to either medication or psychotherapy. I’ve had it since I was age ten. It’s not contagious, and it’s a mystery how it is transmitted. Inoculations to immunize don’t seem to work, though high exposure to video games seems to blunt its ability to infect the modern generation...
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Greg
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