If Only That Maxell Tape Guy Really Knew What He Had Started. Does History Test the Future?

By Doyle Buehler

I’m sitting low, lower, the lowest I can get in my deep, plush comfy chair. Placing my hands up higher and higher on the arm rests as my body slides ever lower into the deep recesses of the ever comforting bodily grip of the lounge chair, hugging me seemingly every where.