MenavilleA colleague's accent brings back a childhood memory. I open a Commodore 64 emulator and go looking for Menaville, a city that never existed, and the freedom that did.https://my-notes.dragas.net/2026/08/17/menaville/#MyNotes #Blogging #Blog #Memories
A Jump in My ChairThunder, a jump in my chair, pasta on my trousers. I smile. Sixteen years ago, on a riverbank, the same sound meant something else entirely.https://my-notes.dragas.net/2026/07/27/a-jump-in-my-chair/#MyNotes #Blogging #Memories
