But not of the toy soldiers arrayed across a Gilderesque table variety. No. Instead, I was in a hobby shop somewhere rooting through stacks of old, hobby-related magazines -- for just 10 cents US each -- and managed to find copies of Wargamer's Newsletter and Battle along with early issues of Miniature Wargames, Practical Wargamer, and Military Modelling in reasonable condition. Dog-earred and faded, sure, but still good enough to read and enjoy.
I managed to gather a selection of about 24 or 30 before others in the throng had picked through everything. Then, I had a quick conversation with the guy at the cash register about having lived in Madison and Minneapolis before leaving with my new stash. The dream was so real that it woke me. At 5am on a Saturday.
The subconscious is cruel sometimes.
-- Stokes
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Kind Regards,
Stokes
Kind Regards,
Stokes
And then I realised that one of the fellas I was playing with was a friend of mine who had died last year. And then I woke up. It was a strange feeling. But good to see him again.