Look past the earlier version of Me (yes, this is actually me), past the broken arm, and the freshly-stuffed first fish. Look at the wall. As memory serves, the Hot Wheels wallpaper went up around 1973, courtesy of my Mom, who at 76 is still finding new and interesting places to hang the latest textures and patterns. If you’ve got a few rolls gathering dust, I’ve got a few twenties around here somewhere. It started getting tatty in the early Eighties. I came home from middle school one afternoon, and it was gone. I had to go through extensive self-medicating Lego therapy to recover.