Dedication

This blog is dedicated to my childhood garage whose dusty concrete floor I tried for two summers to build a go-kart on. My old garage, where I dared walk barefoot in summertime; hosting magic shows for neighborhood kids, pretending to stick a needle clear through my thumb, really the tip of a pickle underneath a handkerchief, then, tearing off the handkerchief, I'd pull out my thumb, unharmed, to the sounds of Oo, Ahh! This is for you, old pal.