Towards the end of my teens, dad carves the infamous “Smartest Man Ever” face intopumpkin. In 1997, I spend Halloween night at home, learning HTML and buildingmy first website. In 1998, I spend it in Southern California at a campus-wide college party, making out with my sweetheart, b...
I grew up in the 70s and by the time my 3 siblings and I hit our teens, (combined) we still didn’t have as many toys as my nieces and nephews do at the age of 4. Of course most toys sort of sucked back then–you’d get a puzzle from one person, a paint-by-numbers from ...