Forever Changed (a short, complete story)
Forever Changes (a short, complete story - with some B5)
Were you there when the first Babylon 5 movie came out? We were. Did you all cheer when the title came up and Joe Straczynski, dressed as a janitor, threw the switch to bring the Babylon 5 Space Station on line? We did. Do you remember the first time you saw the Shadow's attack and were right in the middle of the battle with the 3-sided screen? I remember every detail of that day. My sister Jewel and I had to wait until the second week of release before we could get tickets and then we had to go at 11 a.m.
We were still disoriented when we came out into the bright sun and made out way to the local IH Store (remember those old Information Highway stores?). Jewel always stopped in so she could ask Sam (the college, nerd, sales guy) a carefully researched computer question. It was fascinating to watch her carefully turn so Sam never saw her profile (big nose).
Jewel was happy as we peddled home. Yes, we peddled home on old bikes! Our parents wouldn't buy Segs and wouldn't let Jewel dirve the Skimmer so if we wanted to go to town we had to peddle. I didn't mind too much because it was a relief in our otherwise boring lives and besides it was fun racing downhill at breakneck speed.
We had moved to the lake house after 9/11 and the Texas oil field destruction but before Boston. Our father was in Boston at the time of the attack and was in quarantine for 3 months. Once, our parents took us to New York City to the museums and to a play. We beg to go again but we never did.
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Forever Changes (a short, complete story - with some B5)
Were you there when the first Babylon 5 movie came out? We were. Did you all cheer when the title came up and Joe Straczynski, dressed as a janitor, threw the switch to bring the Babylon 5 Space Station on line? We did. Do you remember the first time you saw the Shadow's attack and were right in the middle of the battle with the 3-sided screen? I remember every detail of that day. My sister Jewel and I had to wait until the second week of release before we could get tickets and then we had to go at 11 a.m.
We were still disoriented when we came out into the bright sun and made out way to the local IH Store (remember those old Information Highway stores?). Jewel always stopped in so she could ask Sam (the college, nerd, sales guy) a carefully researched computer question. It was fascinating to watch her carefully turn so Sam never saw her profile (big nose).
Jewel was happy as we peddled home. Yes, we peddled home on old bikes! Our parents wouldn't buy Segs and wouldn't let Jewel dirve the Skimmer so if we wanted to go to town we had to peddle. I didn't mind too much because it was a relief in our otherwise boring lives and besides it was fun racing downhill at breakneck speed.
We had moved to the lake house after 9/11 and the Texas oil field destruction but before Boston. Our father was in Boston at the time of the attack and was in quarantine for 3 months. Once, our parents took us to New York City to the museums and to a play. We beg to go again but we never did.
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