My name is Tom. I'm a 40-something, happily married, crazed collector of toys and pop culture. My childhood was a forest road romp home from school, a late afternoon bowl of Quisp (yes, I spoiled my dinner!) and Gilligan's Island before dad got home to watch
+ more bio informationIt sounds like another square in the tapestry that is the American Dream. Your own quaint little antique shop, maybe on some tree lined back road where it's perpetually Autumn. You're happily loading up an antique rocking chair into the back of a customer's Country Squire wagon. Norman Rockwell's got nothing on you! Well, li...
Passion transcends logic; it resides in the heart and takes advice from the head. It is more than just a fondness or a liking, it is more than love. Like an old steam locomotive's coal fired engine, passion is the hot center of our being, steaming us forward down the tracks of life. Passion gives us a reason to continue, and...
2 Streets Over Abdiel sat alone in the dark room. Daylight peered through the crude door illuminating a small slice on the dirt floor. He sat at a wooden table focusing on that shard of light. It was all he could see and he wished he couldn't even see it. Total darkness might have allowed him to think better, the light remin...
The apartment was dark, couches, rugs, and lamps that were normally rich colors in the light, now all shades of grayish blue. He could see enough to set up his equipment though. Trevor looked at his watch, it was 11:02 PM, and he was trying to be quiet knowing he wasn't even supposed to be there. He carefully pulled out the ...
Thomas Engen
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