When I first met Papa as a nine-year old boy on a farm in South Dakota, it was – to say the least – an odd sensation, especially to talk to my own father when he was three years younger than I. But after he, my sister, and I chatted for a few of the six minutes allotted to us, quickly bonding in the universal camaraderie of childhood, I felt like I’d know him for a long time; and, of course, I had. Judy, my ten year old sister, being two years my junior, as well as two years less adventurous, had freely expressed her reservations and reticence about crossing time’s natural boundaries on such a frivolous mission as to help our father learn how to ride a bicycle.

“Shouldn’t we do something more important,” Jude had asked me, her nervousness blended well with her native skepticism, “like – I don’t know – saving some kid from getting hit by a car, or something?”

Book II: Pathways - A Quantum Adventure

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