Is everybody ready for more reminiscences?
I got my first cube at Harrad's in London in October of 1980 while I was on
vacation there with my girl friend. I spent every non-touristy moment
working out and recording moves until, on day 13, I got the final face.
When we got back to the States, my girl friend and I broke up. Do you think
there's a moral here?
Al Zimmermann