See, here's the eerie part. When I was in junior high school, I would spend most afternoons out at my friend Pete's house, where I'd be learning how to use various types of machining tools or circuit building tools or model aeroplanes or model trains. It was, at the time, the closest thing to make I had.

His address at the time? Box 23-B, on Rural Route 4.

Guess where I am currently headed for the holidays?