There are just times when you have to get away. And much as I’d like, Tahiti is just not in my future right now. So, I end up going where I can. Which at this point, is out to my garage. My space. A dirty, cluttered, car filled expanse of MY space. A place where you learn to LOOK before you grab something, lest you get pummeled with something heavy balanced above you. I place where I can crank the stereo and not care what anyone else thinks. Needless to say, with the stresses of work recently, I’ve been retreating to the garage, more and more. I can move stuff around, pretend I’m cleaning and organizing. Bang on some car parts for a while. Or I can wander in the back and shoot some pool or knock around some pinballs. (Keep in mind that my garage is a little larger than most. And it has an attached gameroom on the back.) And while its not quite as cool as the actual Batcave, I am putting a computer in out there. And you do need a fingerprint to open the door now.