As I stare at myself in retrospect, I see a long line of apparitions. Each one a branch of my life that I was unable to live. A multitude of versions, some so similar it’s hard to tell them apart. Others so vastly contrasted that I cannot even tell that they are me. Each choice mapped out in my mind, a winding river flowing through time. I look back at my ghosts, some are better off, others worse. Some I have saved from a terrible fate, others I have doomed to a destination I myself have avoided. Make the best choice possible so that you are the very best version of yourself and the envy of every other version of you… read more >
Thunderbird Flies into the Jet Age
Ford’s Thunderbird was late to battle the Corvette for American two-seat supremacy when it arrived in 1955, but it brought plenty of horsepower, and it
