It's very easy for me to remember 9/11 for two reasons: besides the attacks in New York and at The Pentagon in 2001, it's always my younger brother's birthday. So for him, I'm sure, it's a bittersweet day -- one in which he celebrates his own birth today outside of Philadelphia, yet also can't forget the deaths of those in New York and Virginia as well as just 220 miles to the west, where United Airlines Flight 93 crashed to the ground near Stonycreek Township instead of into its intended target, the White House.
Hey, kids. Remember arcades? We sure do. Good times, great games. Go ahead and call us nostalgic. We don't care. Since there aren't many arcades left anymore, we decided to turn to the movies to relive the glory days of our youth. S... Read Post
When I was a kid, I remember it was often challenging to keep my younger brother occupied during long car trips. Then, one day, my brother discovered Calvin and Hobbes. And we were saved. ... Read Post