People are like prunes. As they age, their skin gets wrinkly and their essence intensifies. My wife likes to ridicule me and some of the company I keep. She calls us geeks. One might have an interest in cars, motorcycles, Star Trek, or Star Wars, but anything more than a passing interest makes me a Geek. There's a fine line that separates hobbyists and I'm not sure when one stops being one and crosses into full fledged geekdom. Could it be that 4th cat or the peculiar ability to remember what size tires virtually any car needs? How about the ability to discuss in detail the philosophy behind the societal structure of the Star Trek multiverse? Although my wife likes to rib me, she's got a geek in her too (besides me every other month). She's the PTA mom from hell. Every kid in each of my 3 kid's schools know her and many think she works at the respective school as a teacher. Looking forward to continued Geekdom. I am currently researching the possibility of adding G...
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