HiddenPassageway.com is like a 100,000 watt shock to my geek nerves. When I was a kid, secret passageways were the sina qua non of coolness. I remember I had seen a TV program about them and how common they were in stately homes and castles. Some were practical and used for things like magically disappearing servants and hiding from rioting French peasants. Others were for mere whimsey like a host that liked to disappear in the middle of a party for some solitude. These things are not cheap, but they peg to coolness meter.
This is very strange...
I'm an average guy with an average life. I have a few more kids than most but for the most part I'm just an anonymous lumpenprole toiling away in obscurity both professionally and on this blog. To say my life follows a certain routine is like saying " The Hindenburg caught fire." That is to say, technically accurate but wildly understates the truth. In any event, I just received a call from The Wife. To wit: "Did you order something?" "No, why?" "There's something here for you." "Uh, box, bag, envelope, singing telegram?" "It's a box" "Who's is from?" "It's from [Name redacted pending confession or further investigation]" "Who?" "(repeats name)" "No idea. Never heard of him." A quick google search later I find that the sender's return address is in the wilds of northern Pennsylvania. A place I have never visited. "Open it." "W...
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