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  1. The roots of my obsession can be traced back to this glorious game, this box of wonder and enchantment that combined adventure in a magical dungeon with cool little figures and furniture. It was like a Hyborian Age doll's house, but you got to play a game with it, too! So naturally, as soon as I was all grown up with a job and access to internet auctions, I bought copy of HeroQuest to recapture the magic of my youth. Then another two copies, because reasons. Plus some expansions. Anyway, this is what I've got: That's three copies of the base game (one of which came with triple the ca
  2. A thing I remember very well is the day my grandmother took me to see Harvey the Choo Choo Man. I believe I was eight or nine at the time. Harvey was a fellow my grandmother had worked with, but now he was retired, and was in his mid sixties, and she'd asked if she could bring her grandson to come see the model trains. Harvey was agreeable, and one day while I was visiting, we went to go spend an hour or so with Mr. Harvey, or The Choo Choo Man as his friends sometimes called him. I wasn't real anticipatory. I'd seen toy trains before. Whoopee. And life had conditioned me to expect that spen
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