So, I got a call from the future the other day. From my son. Really! Actually, he calls from the future quite often.
This is particularly noteworthy because when he was about 6 or 7 years old, he was obsessed with time travel. He read books on the subject, studied them to be more accurate, and discussed—at length—building a time machine with a guy in our church after nearly every service. Time travel was one of his many interests early in life. But, it was a dream he eventually gave up on when he discovered it would take far more power than he could possibly amass. Theoretically possible, but it just wasn’t feasible.
Yet, when he got older, he did find a way to travel to the future—and he calls me frequently just to prove it. You’d think he’d give me a hot stock tip or something. Maybe help me out with knowing when to stay home from work to miss a winter storm. That would be nice. But he never does. Perhaps that sort of thing might be against the rules, I don’t know.
Okay, I know many of you are reading this with a frown on your face. Probably thinking I’ve finally lost it. “Time travel isn’t real,’ I’m sure you’re saying.
Oh, but it is. How, you ask?
Simple really. At least the way my son does it is simple—he moved to a different time zone and is always an hour ahead of me. Except when he comes to visit and travels back in time—and then he goes back to the future. And all it takes is a tank of gas! ~
Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, The Lana Denae Mysteries, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook at www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS and paperback on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Books-a-Million. Bruce A. Borders is a proud member of Rave Reviews Book Club.