The Way Things Were

I want my father to come home.

I want him to walk through the door, dressed in his work clothes, smelling the way he often did when he came back from work. I want him to put away his lunch box, and change into comfortable at-home clothes, and put on his slippers he always wore because his feet were eternally cold.

Breakfast will be cooked and coffee will be made, and the family will all sit in the living room, and we'll watch 'The Price is Right'. We'll complain about the contestants' behavior and poor decisions, we'll make guesses on the prices of different things.

School Books

Since I was writing about homework last week, I got to thinking about other school memories. Like books, for example. Join me on a blast from the past, all the way back to... uh, about ten years ago. This is the age of Aquarius my school days, the stories of textbooks and paperbacks that teachers tried to educate us with. Grab your 3D glasses (that looks like sunglasses) and make some popcorn, because this will be a wild ride.

Okay, this is old-school 3D, not the more modern version. But doesn't this scene look epic?