By Daniel B. Kline
For 2010, I resolve to always answer the question, "how are you?" (and its variants) honestly. I'm not sure that doing this will improve my life (it will likely make it worse) but I'm eager to spend the year being brutally honest with people who were just being polite.
This follows years in which I strived to "be a little nicer" (I was) and, my personal favorite, the year in which I devoted myself to eating more risotto (I did). For 2010, in addition to answering polite queries with unneeded detail, I also plan to make tiny improvements to my major faults.
Basically, I'm taking personal improvement at a very slow pace making myself incrementally better on a yearly basis. If I stick to this plan (Operation Modest Expectations is the working title) then should I live to be 100, I will likely be an absolute delight to be around
I've set this admittedly easily attainable goal based on a theory my friend Jeff and I created in college where we would always put some easy-to-do things on our to-do lists. If we added "take a shower" and "have lunch" next to "write paper for history class," we could, at the end of the day, say we had accomplished two thirds of our lists.
While I'm a decent enough fellow, the list of things that I might improve would not fit in this column. Though I'm sure my wife and my staff could fill more than a few columns listing my faults, my obvious ones are that I'm easily angered, I'm better at starting a project than finishing one and I'm unable to leave work at work.
Given my goal of only making myself incrementally better, I only plan to slightly work on these faults this year. Making huge changes is not only unrealistic, but it would be jarring for people used to the current me -- like if I started coming to work in hip hop gear or adopted a British accent.
So, let's look at what I plan to do to make myself imperceptibly better. Since I have been easily angered my entire life and see no obvious way to find more patience. Instead, I plan to only get mad about stuff that's worth getting mad about. That means perhaps I will get angry when a hotel has lost my reservation, but I will try not to get angry when Lady Gaga makes a year-end best-of list or somebody tells me they like Coldplay.
As for starting projects and not finishing them, I'm going to try to apply a reality check to any ideas I come up with. Is a Web site that houses the best work not appearing in major newspapers a good idea? Yes. Is it one I can pull of with a demanding job, a weekly column to write and a five-year-old at home? No.
When it comes to work. well, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to pull that one off. I may try to be at work a little less, but I can't promise to not obsessively watch our security cameras. I will try to turn my cell phone off a little more and maybe go away someplace during a slow week and actually put the Blackberry down for a few minutes.
It's not a whole new me for 2010, but it will be a slightly new mildly improved me. I'm not going for New Coke different, more like when they slightly change Tide and you notice the sticker on the package but your clothes seem no more or less clean.
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sometimes the little things are big
By Daniel B. Kline
Our line snaked halfway through the store and the phone rang endlessly mostly with "customers" seeking the trendy sold-out toys we would never sell anyway. Two people had called in sick and another staff member had simply disappeared.
We were short-staffed during the start of the busiest time of the year and I was trying to keep people happy and moving through the store. I was playing a bit injured as well as my hip and knee were throbbing in pain from falling on the ice the day before. Add to that the congestion in my sinuses from a growing cold and, well, the pressure was starting to build.
We were busy -- that was good -- but my various physical hurts coupled with the ever-demanding holiday crowd left me longing for a nap. When the phone rang one more time and nobody else managed to answer it I picked it up begging the line in front of me for patience.
I had expected yet another person asking for a toy that had not been made in 20 years assuming we would have it because our name is Time Machine. This might actually be our most prevalent phone call in the month of December and people seem truly flabbergasted when we have no magical source for toys long since out of production.
Instead, though, I picked up the phone and had approximately the following exchange.
"Good afternoon, Time Machine."
"Good afternoon. Is Dan there?"
"Hey Phil, can't really talk now. There's a huge line and we're shorthanded."
"I won't keep you. I was just calling to wish you a happy holiday and say thanks for everything you did this year."
There's a little more, but the key part is above. A customer -- a regular who comes from over two hours away to shop out store a few times a year -- called just to say something nice.
One of my favorite people in the store, this customer -- a doctor with more than a few pressing things to do -- had taken the time just to reach out because it was the season to do so. It was a small gesture, but it brightened my day and reminded me of everything I like about working in retail.
It also reminded me of everything I like about the holiday season. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukah or none-of-the-above, people often stop this time of year to just wish others well.
This is a time to simply let people know you care and that you appreciate them. It's a time to shake hands, clap backs and liberally dole out the hugs.
I don't really get enough time during the holiday season to tell everyone that matters to me how much I care and how much I appreciate them. That goes for my family, my friends and the people who go out of their way to be nice.
Little things matter and taking the time to say it always makes people feel better. That customer from the story above actually came in Saturday and when I saw him, my face broke into a bigger-than-usual smile.
"Phil," I called as I saw him walk in, "you really got me through a rough day."
He smiled and walked over to me and we spent a few minutes talking. He had just been in New York dealing with a recently deceased sibling's house and had stopped in the store as a bit of a mental pick-me-up on his way home.
We chatted for a while with me forgetting that my head cold was now a chest cold and that the bruise in my hip was not being helped by 14 hour days spent standing. Phil got to drop his burdens a bit too and spend a time just talking about his hobbies, our business and whatever other trivial matters we discussed that day.
It's times like this that remind me that we can't get through this life on our own and sometimes it's nice when someone shows us we don't have to. It does not take much to make someone else's day brighter and that little bit of effort might be the greatest gift we can give anyone (though an expensive helicopter or train set from your favorite toy store also makes an excellent gift).
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
Our line snaked halfway through the store and the phone rang endlessly mostly with "customers" seeking the trendy sold-out toys we would never sell anyway. Two people had called in sick and another staff member had simply disappeared.
We were short-staffed during the start of the busiest time of the year and I was trying to keep people happy and moving through the store. I was playing a bit injured as well as my hip and knee were throbbing in pain from falling on the ice the day before. Add to that the congestion in my sinuses from a growing cold and, well, the pressure was starting to build.
We were busy -- that was good -- but my various physical hurts coupled with the ever-demanding holiday crowd left me longing for a nap. When the phone rang one more time and nobody else managed to answer it I picked it up begging the line in front of me for patience.
I had expected yet another person asking for a toy that had not been made in 20 years assuming we would have it because our name is Time Machine. This might actually be our most prevalent phone call in the month of December and people seem truly flabbergasted when we have no magical source for toys long since out of production.
Instead, though, I picked up the phone and had approximately the following exchange.
"Good afternoon, Time Machine."
"Good afternoon. Is Dan there?"
"Hey Phil, can't really talk now. There's a huge line and we're shorthanded."
"I won't keep you. I was just calling to wish you a happy holiday and say thanks for everything you did this year."
There's a little more, but the key part is above. A customer -- a regular who comes from over two hours away to shop out store a few times a year -- called just to say something nice.
One of my favorite people in the store, this customer -- a doctor with more than a few pressing things to do -- had taken the time just to reach out because it was the season to do so. It was a small gesture, but it brightened my day and reminded me of everything I like about working in retail.
It also reminded me of everything I like about the holiday season. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukah or none-of-the-above, people often stop this time of year to just wish others well.
This is a time to simply let people know you care and that you appreciate them. It's a time to shake hands, clap backs and liberally dole out the hugs.
I don't really get enough time during the holiday season to tell everyone that matters to me how much I care and how much I appreciate them. That goes for my family, my friends and the people who go out of their way to be nice.
Little things matter and taking the time to say it always makes people feel better. That customer from the story above actually came in Saturday and when I saw him, my face broke into a bigger-than-usual smile.
"Phil," I called as I saw him walk in, "you really got me through a rough day."
He smiled and walked over to me and we spent a few minutes talking. He had just been in New York dealing with a recently deceased sibling's house and had stopped in the store as a bit of a mental pick-me-up on his way home.
We chatted for a while with me forgetting that my head cold was now a chest cold and that the bruise in my hip was not being helped by 14 hour days spent standing. Phil got to drop his burdens a bit too and spend a time just talking about his hobbies, our business and whatever other trivial matters we discussed that day.
It's times like this that remind me that we can't get through this life on our own and sometimes it's nice when someone shows us we don't have to. It does not take much to make someone else's day brighter and that little bit of effort might be the greatest gift we can give anyone (though an expensive helicopter or train set from your favorite toy store also makes an excellent gift).
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
Monday, December 14, 2009
God does not belong in public schools
By Daniel B. Kline
When my son came home a few nights ago he began randomly reciting the "Pledge of Allegiance." He did a relatively good job managing to say "indivisible" instead of "invisible" but I winced a bit when he got to the "one nation, under god" part.
The inclusion of that line inadvertently, or perhaps explicitly, endorses the idea that the existence of god is an undeniable truth. For most Americans that is what they believe. For them, a casual reference to the almighty in the Pledge makes as much sense as the shout out to "amber waves of grain" in "America the Beautiful."
Belief in god, however, is not an undeniable fact. It is an act of faith. Acts of faith, now matter how societally ingrained have no place in the public school system. Schools, at least taxpayer-funded ones, should not take a position on questions of faith. That includes casual references that imply that the existence of god is a well-understood, unquestionable fact.
I understand that as a nation we were founded by people who clearly believed in the concept of god. These folks even had the foresight to realize that since they had fled from persecution relating to exactly how they worshipped, that they should build in protections for people of different religions.
Our founding fathers even went so far as to create a formal separation between
church and state to prevent any one religion from imposing its will upon the others. What they did not consider, however, was those with no faith and those who might believe in something that does not conform to the traditional idea of "god."
The vast majority of Americans believe in god and for most, that belief is as unshakably certain as the idea that the sky is up and the sun is yellow. Having faith and believing beyond any question of doubt makes it generally impossible to consider someone who does not believe.
For many Americans the idea of someone not believing in god is as absurd as someone not believing the moon was real or a person who refused to accept that ice is cold. Still, our lawmakers and those who interpret our laws should realize that one's faith and one's relationship to any sort of higher power has no place in our school systems.
Personally, I have a murky relationship with the concept of god. I believe that there must be something bigger than us, but I don't pretend to know what that is and hesitate to label it "god."
I do believe that whatever might be out there -- if it has a consciousness -- expects us to be generally decent people who treat others well. I can't imagine an almighty god that picks one religion over another and considers good people condemnable because they worship in the wrong way. If I have faith it's in the idea that whether there's a higher power sitting in judgment or this is truly all there is, all we have is how we behave towards each other.
I'd prefer money, courthouses and every other area of public life paid for in part by me not contain references to god. Faith should be something taught by parents to their children not something preordained as part of the morning ritual at school.
Have faith and believe. Advertise your faith verbally, on t-shirts, through jewelry and on bumper stickers if you like. Preach to the unconverted and believe that your religion or your god is the only correct one. Just keep your beliefs out of government-run institutions.
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
When my son came home a few nights ago he began randomly reciting the "Pledge of Allegiance." He did a relatively good job managing to say "indivisible" instead of "invisible" but I winced a bit when he got to the "one nation, under god" part.
The inclusion of that line inadvertently, or perhaps explicitly, endorses the idea that the existence of god is an undeniable truth. For most Americans that is what they believe. For them, a casual reference to the almighty in the Pledge makes as much sense as the shout out to "amber waves of grain" in "America the Beautiful."
Belief in god, however, is not an undeniable fact. It is an act of faith. Acts of faith, now matter how societally ingrained have no place in the public school system. Schools, at least taxpayer-funded ones, should not take a position on questions of faith. That includes casual references that imply that the existence of god is a well-understood, unquestionable fact.
I understand that as a nation we were founded by people who clearly believed in the concept of god. These folks even had the foresight to realize that since they had fled from persecution relating to exactly how they worshipped, that they should build in protections for people of different religions.
Our founding fathers even went so far as to create a formal separation between
church and state to prevent any one religion from imposing its will upon the others. What they did not consider, however, was those with no faith and those who might believe in something that does not conform to the traditional idea of "god."
The vast majority of Americans believe in god and for most, that belief is as unshakably certain as the idea that the sky is up and the sun is yellow. Having faith and believing beyond any question of doubt makes it generally impossible to consider someone who does not believe.
For many Americans the idea of someone not believing in god is as absurd as someone not believing the moon was real or a person who refused to accept that ice is cold. Still, our lawmakers and those who interpret our laws should realize that one's faith and one's relationship to any sort of higher power has no place in our school systems.
Personally, I have a murky relationship with the concept of god. I believe that there must be something bigger than us, but I don't pretend to know what that is and hesitate to label it "god."
I do believe that whatever might be out there -- if it has a consciousness -- expects us to be generally decent people who treat others well. I can't imagine an almighty god that picks one religion over another and considers good people condemnable because they worship in the wrong way. If I have faith it's in the idea that whether there's a higher power sitting in judgment or this is truly all there is, all we have is how we behave towards each other.
I'd prefer money, courthouses and every other area of public life paid for in part by me not contain references to god. Faith should be something taught by parents to their children not something preordained as part of the morning ritual at school.
Have faith and believe. Advertise your faith verbally, on t-shirts, through jewelry and on bumper stickers if you like. Preach to the unconverted and believe that your religion or your god is the only correct one. Just keep your beliefs out of government-run institutions.
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Tiger's actions not so great
By Daniel B. Kline
As a general rule, when you pay your wife millions of dollars not to leave you, it casts doubts as to exactly how much genuine love exists in the relationship. This has not stopped the formerly bland and personality-free Tiger Woods from allegedly giving his wife $5 million simply to not divorce him.
Apparently, Woods, desperate to hold onto his public image of having nothing to say about anything and simply being an all-American success story believes that maintaining the illusion of a happy marriage may fool us all. Unfortunately, as a parade of bimbos announces their affairs with the golfer to the world it's unlikely anyone believes that everything is fine at the Woods' home.
Most likely the unfathomably wealthy golfer has an incredibly incompetent public relations team pulling his strings. This has led to the once benign product pitchman looking more and more like a talented John Gosselin.
I have never been a fan of Woods. While he has shown an incredible prowess in his chosen sport, he seems more machine than man. His complete lack of an opinion on anything in order to be a blank slate for his corporate sponsors has always annoyed me.
In some ways finding out that the golfer actually has passions (albeit illicit ones) aside from working on his putting makes him more interesting. Unfortunately, the way Woods has handled the scandal makes him the negative Governor Mark Sanford type of interesting not the much better, but still sleazy, David Letterman type.
Like so many other celebrities found with their pants down, Woods has chosen to lie, deny and offer no comment. Instead of pulling a Letterman and coming clean after realizing he was caught, the decorated golf champion has said little and what he has said may not be true.
Once he got caught and had no chance of casting reasonable doubt as to his guilt Woods had an obvious script to follow. If he had simply gotten up and apologized, admitted his guilt expressed shame at his actions, Woods would appear genuine and human.
"I have done things that have hurt my family and for that I am sorry. I'm ashamed at my behavior and regret any pain my behavior my have caused. I promise to try to be better in the future and to do better by my family."
Woods could have delivered that speech and then let his PR team quietly get the information out that yes, he was divorcing. They could also slip out that he was financially taking care of his wife well beyond the terms of his prenuptual agreement and he would be well on his way to an improved image.
Cheating on his wife makes Woods a scumbag in many eyes, but being honest and admitting that the temptations were just too great also makes him a regular guy. If the country can give Chris Brown a top-20 hit (and a wretched one at that) after he beats up Rihanna then it's hard to imagine that a contrite Woods could not go back to selling Gatorade pretty quickly.
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
As a general rule, when you pay your wife millions of dollars not to leave you, it casts doubts as to exactly how much genuine love exists in the relationship. This has not stopped the formerly bland and personality-free Tiger Woods from allegedly giving his wife $5 million simply to not divorce him.
Apparently, Woods, desperate to hold onto his public image of having nothing to say about anything and simply being an all-American success story believes that maintaining the illusion of a happy marriage may fool us all. Unfortunately, as a parade of bimbos announces their affairs with the golfer to the world it's unlikely anyone believes that everything is fine at the Woods' home.
Most likely the unfathomably wealthy golfer has an incredibly incompetent public relations team pulling his strings. This has led to the once benign product pitchman looking more and more like a talented John Gosselin.
I have never been a fan of Woods. While he has shown an incredible prowess in his chosen sport, he seems more machine than man. His complete lack of an opinion on anything in order to be a blank slate for his corporate sponsors has always annoyed me.
In some ways finding out that the golfer actually has passions (albeit illicit ones) aside from working on his putting makes him more interesting. Unfortunately, the way Woods has handled the scandal makes him the negative Governor Mark Sanford type of interesting not the much better, but still sleazy, David Letterman type.
Like so many other celebrities found with their pants down, Woods has chosen to lie, deny and offer no comment. Instead of pulling a Letterman and coming clean after realizing he was caught, the decorated golf champion has said little and what he has said may not be true.
Once he got caught and had no chance of casting reasonable doubt as to his guilt Woods had an obvious script to follow. If he had simply gotten up and apologized, admitted his guilt expressed shame at his actions, Woods would appear genuine and human.
"I have done things that have hurt my family and for that I am sorry. I'm ashamed at my behavior and regret any pain my behavior my have caused. I promise to try to be better in the future and to do better by my family."
Woods could have delivered that speech and then let his PR team quietly get the information out that yes, he was divorcing. They could also slip out that he was financially taking care of his wife well beyond the terms of his prenuptual agreement and he would be well on his way to an improved image.
Cheating on his wife makes Woods a scumbag in many eyes, but being honest and admitting that the temptations were just too great also makes him a regular guy. If the country can give Chris Brown a top-20 hit (and a wretched one at that) after he beats up Rihanna then it's hard to imagine that a contrite Woods could not go back to selling Gatorade pretty quickly.
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Pretty much anything makes you famous
By Daniel B. Kline
My new plan to become famous involves hiding my son in a balloon and crashing a White House dinner party. If that fails, perhaps I can father nonuplets, announce that I'm pregnant, marry one of the Kardashians without even meeting her or gain or lose an enormous amount of weight.
If John Gosselin, Spencer Pratt and Omorosa can hold on to celebrity than I should be able to come up with something to have paparazzi waiting outside my door. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts to leave the house without pants and have loud drunken arguments with strangers, myself and inanimate objects, nobody wants to take my picture.
Never before has it taken so little to be famous. Most of the reality TV stars are neither good looking nor good at anything in particular. Tiny Tim at least played the ukulele and Charo had a dance. That may not have made them the Beatles or Robert DeNiro, but it's a lot more than today's tabloid celebrities bring to the table.
To name a few; Pratt is famous for being a jerk, Gosselin is known for being a jerk with a lot of kids and the Kardashians are known for being slutty. The latest round of reality show seekers have merely attempted to pull off stupid stunts or put their children at risk with the idea that it might get them on television.
Maybe we could just give a show to that guy that made Jaycee Duggard live in the hut behind his house while he repeatedly raped her? Just do some voiceovers to make the child-raping kidnapper seem like the patriarch of an unconventional family and TLC has five hours a week covered.
If we celebrate talentless idiots who do stupid things then about half of America deserves a reality show. That guy doing 100 on a two lane road while texting and drinking a latte, he's not a danger to society, he's pushing the limits for his new show "Distracted Driver." That group of women turning over their house keys and ATM cards to recently paroled violent felons, they're not foolish, they're stars on VH1's "Prisoner of Love."
Once we have put people on TV because of their willingness to have preposterous breast implants and date Flavor Flav we have reached the bottom of the barrel. Sorry Flav, but take celebrity away and women just won't be lining up for a man with bad teeth and an indeterminate amount of kids who wears a Viking helmet and a giant clock. Without TV, that's the guy you avoid at the supermarket, not someone you humiliate yourself for a chance to fake go out with.
I want to be famous. Nobody writes a newspaper column that's often about himself without some desire for fame but it seems that I do have a limit as to how far I might go to achieve celebrity.
Will I share honest details about my life? Yes. Will I marry Tara Reid or start dressing like a rodeo clown? No.
That's not a hard and fast line, because, well, I'd really like to be on the cover of US magazine even if it's in one of those little inset boxes behind a story about why Jessica Simpson has gotten fat and/or skinny again.
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
My new plan to become famous involves hiding my son in a balloon and crashing a White House dinner party. If that fails, perhaps I can father nonuplets, announce that I'm pregnant, marry one of the Kardashians without even meeting her or gain or lose an enormous amount of weight.
If John Gosselin, Spencer Pratt and Omorosa can hold on to celebrity than I should be able to come up with something to have paparazzi waiting outside my door. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts to leave the house without pants and have loud drunken arguments with strangers, myself and inanimate objects, nobody wants to take my picture.
Never before has it taken so little to be famous. Most of the reality TV stars are neither good looking nor good at anything in particular. Tiny Tim at least played the ukulele and Charo had a dance. That may not have made them the Beatles or Robert DeNiro, but it's a lot more than today's tabloid celebrities bring to the table.
To name a few; Pratt is famous for being a jerk, Gosselin is known for being a jerk with a lot of kids and the Kardashians are known for being slutty. The latest round of reality show seekers have merely attempted to pull off stupid stunts or put their children at risk with the idea that it might get them on television.
Maybe we could just give a show to that guy that made Jaycee Duggard live in the hut behind his house while he repeatedly raped her? Just do some voiceovers to make the child-raping kidnapper seem like the patriarch of an unconventional family and TLC has five hours a week covered.
If we celebrate talentless idiots who do stupid things then about half of America deserves a reality show. That guy doing 100 on a two lane road while texting and drinking a latte, he's not a danger to society, he's pushing the limits for his new show "Distracted Driver." That group of women turning over their house keys and ATM cards to recently paroled violent felons, they're not foolish, they're stars on VH1's "Prisoner of Love."
Once we have put people on TV because of their willingness to have preposterous breast implants and date Flavor Flav we have reached the bottom of the barrel. Sorry Flav, but take celebrity away and women just won't be lining up for a man with bad teeth and an indeterminate amount of kids who wears a Viking helmet and a giant clock. Without TV, that's the guy you avoid at the supermarket, not someone you humiliate yourself for a chance to fake go out with.
I want to be famous. Nobody writes a newspaper column that's often about himself without some desire for fame but it seems that I do have a limit as to how far I might go to achieve celebrity.
Will I share honest details about my life? Yes. Will I marry Tara Reid or start dressing like a rodeo clown? No.
That's not a hard and fast line, because, well, I'd really like to be on the cover of US magazine even if it's in one of those little inset boxes behind a story about why Jessica Simpson has gotten fat and/or skinny again.
Daniel B. Kline's work appears in over 100 papers weekly. When he is not writing Kline serves as general manager of Time Machine Hobby New England's largest hobby and toy store, www.timemachinehobby.com. He can be reached at dan@notastep.com or you can see his archive at dbkline.com or befriend him at facebook.com/dankline.
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