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From a novel I wrote.

When he was alive, my roommate, Stew, was fun to play racquetball with.

Something H.G. Wells-ish could take place.

Looks like we are going through something prophesied.

A Twight Zone play I wrote back in the 1980's.

Playing a game of chess on the net.

Playing my roommate, a game of racquetball a few years before he died of COPD from using Johnson's Baby Powder to keep from chaffing.

From a novel I wrote back in the 1970's.

A play written back in 1987 by yours truly.

Doing physical therapy for a dislocated arm

My dad was a very on fire religious man, until he got dementia.