Month: December 2018

The Case of the Broken Printer

Recently my father-in-law (let’s call him “Pop,” as my daughters do) was performing one of life’s most mundane tasks: fueling up his car with gasoline. He was at one of the ubiquitous convenience-store chains here in our neck of the woods, well known and which shall remain nameless here. Because of his job, he needed… Read more »