(Circa 1986, our son writes his first story on one of the earliest laptop computers.)
It’s that time of the week again, when I rerun a 5 a.m. Story from a year ago. This one recounts the time I came face-to-face with the future, in the light of a waning crescent moon, just off a rutted dirt road outside of St. George, Grenada.
I hope you enjoy Bob, Meet the Future; Future, Meet Bob!
And of course, there will be a brand-new 5 a.m. Story this Sunday, for subscribers paying the bargain-basement price of $5 a month, or $54 a year. I’m not saying I’ve been holding back, but this Sunday’s story is pretty darned good, if I do say so myself!
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