The other day, puttering around in the project room with my wife, I bent down to pick up the contents of a small plastic organizer I had knocked over. A number of small wargame counters from the game "Port Stanley: Battle for the Falklands" had spilled out of the organizer all over the… Read full post »

I was seated in a Boeing 777 on the tarmac at Narita International Airport, waiting for the airplane to pull away from the terminal and begin our flight to Honolulu. My wife and I had just wrapped up the first half of our honeymoon, a week in Tokyo. We were presently… Read full post »

I’m sitting on the dusty, dirty floor of an abandoned building, my back to the wall. An awful draft blows into the room through broken windows. The sun went down half an hour ago, and  construction lighting makes the place bright enough for a séance, but not much else. The entire… Read full post »