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"And there you are," a housemate gently says to me, lugging a white basket of clothes to the laundry room. We have been home for about thirty minutes now, having spent part of the afternoon at Mitchell House since our house manager was away, taking care of matters concerning the older gentleman whose room is to the right of mine (given the perspective involves you standing in front of the doorway). That same gentleman came to me not too long ago, to ask me for some help with covering his bed. He seems to trust in me that I am able to help him when he needs assistance, and perhaps finds it more comforting to ask me than some of the others. The staff are busy enough as it is. Adjusting his brown bed cover and making my best effort to properly proportion two ill-fitting spreads, I cannot help but notice a peculiar photograph on a table near his bed. It is not sitting straightforwardly in a frame, but rests at what to my perception is an askew angle (though it may be perfectly suitable for his own needs). Looking closer, I observe some handwritten words, and while in the moment I am not able to process the entirety of the message, I notice on the final line a signature: "Ed Sullivan." This year marks fifty since that great television legend passed away, meaning this housemate would have to have been no older than twenty-six at the time of his correspondence with Sullivan as he was born in 1948. I can only imagine how many great stories he must have of seeing legends like Sullivan, and Carson, and countless others, when they were still here and active in their field. I am only able to learn about these legends through what folks have managed to preserve, be it recordings, or photographs, or books. A part of me feels as though I have missed out, but another part of me is grateful to be here right now, in this moment. I have had the chance to speak to people who will also go down as legends. Not wanting to imagine a world without them, I try not to think about the fact that someday they too will be gone. I am grateful to know that I will have some stories to share. For now, I humbly strive to cultivate my friendship gardens, carefully sowing seeds of kindness. In the end, only God can make those seeds grow. I received a reminder of His love and timing earlier today, when someone I had made an effort to contact back in May was able to finally reach out to me, following the email having been misdirected. I am already thinking about how to respond, and while normally I would just cherish the message and place it in an ever-growing bank of memories, she cared enough to ask me a few questions about myself. Perhaps it can be the start of another friendship garden, so I want to cultivate again, just as gently as before. I have learned from my past experiences, where I either watered the plants too much or did not give them enough water to survive. Every mistake is a chance to try again, every loss is an opportunity to reflect. I cannot regain many things I have lost but I can appreciate what, and who, I still have. Having tended to her laundry, my housemate breaths a sigh as she shuffles her way down the hall, passing in front of my room along the way. Whether it is exasperation or relief is uncertain to me, and perhaps in the ambiguity of her emotions is the formula to be a great performer. She does have stage experience, but has not participated in a show in some time. On the other hand, I will be joined by a merry band of wonderful crazies as we get closer to commencing prep for an April performance of "Can't Stop the Beat" (a retitled version of "Hairspray" so as not to incur the wrath of John Waters' copyright bloodhounds). Any opportunity to be on a stage is special, and nothing one should ever take for granted. Whatever role, or roles, I end up getting, I hope to contribute to the production in a positive and respectful way, making the most of any spotlight I should get while not diverting attention away from the efforts of a fellow actor. I cannot be the quarterback, but if I'm able to play my position well--even if I end up being nothing more than a punter or long-snapper--it will have been worth my while. Speaking of which, I had enough time this morning to stage a computer vs. computer matchup in "Tecmo Super Bowl II: Special Edition" between the Dallas Cowboys and the San Francisco 49ers, with their 1992 rosters (in a rematch of that year's NFC Championship, though the two teams would also meet in 1993 and 1994; the streak was broken in 1995, when the Niners were upset in the divisional round by the Packers, who went on to lose to Dallas in the NFC Championship game). The 49ers got off to what Takenobu Mitsuyoshi would call a 'rolling start,' leading 17-0 before the Cowboys got on the board; in a stunning case of overachieving for a team that wasn't doing enough to help him, Emmitt Smith already had 100 rushing yards before the Cowboys got their first points on the board, thanks to a <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON> field goal; the 49ers would respond with a field goal of their own--courtesy of Mike Cofer--to again put the Cowboys in a 17-point hole. Smith would ultimately finish with 177 rushing yards at the time of an injury in the third quarter that took him out of the game; ironically, he did not score a single touchdown, but his backup Tommie Agee did. Smith did come close to scoring a touchdown late in the second quarter, only to fumble the ball; in a moment of incredible teamwork, Daryl Johnston scooped up the fumble and ran it in for a touchdown. Eventually, the Cowboys managed to cut the lead to one touchdown; trailing 29-22 and deep in 49ers territory, Troy Aikman was intercepted by Ted Washington, a mountain of a man who recorded two interceptions in his actual NFL career. It turned out to seal their fate, as Steve Young guided the Niners to one more touchdown to preserve the victory, in a game where they never trailed at any point; aside from when the game was 0-0 at the beginning, they were never tied either. Part of me cannot help but wonder if the Buffalo Bills would have been Super Bowl champions if they had gotten to face the 49ers, instead of one of the NFC East juggernauts; they always had bad luck against the NFC East, but historically had done quite well against San Francisco. It is tempting to stage a 'dream' Super Bowl between the Bills and 49ers, but another part of me is thinking about staging a Super Bowl rematch between the 1966 Packers and Chiefs. For that, I would like to turn to "John Madden Football '93," and more specifically the "Championship Edition" that features 38 Super Bowl teams from 1966-91, plus two All-Madden squads. I have come to find that for realistic stats, quarters have to be set to the maximum of fifteen minutes since the CPU tends to let time run off the clock in a manner similar to how games flow in real life. Of course, I could just use "Madden NFL '94," but I have a special affinity for the old-school feel of the early Madden titles, and '94 was the first one where they abandoned the classic Madden engine that had been in use, with improvements, since the original "John Madden Football" came out in 1990. Whenever there is an excuse to revisit the classic Maddens, I'll take full advantage. On a side note, today marks the second time I have deleted "Candy Crush Saga" from my phone. Encouraged by a friend to play it again, I noticed what a time suck it is, and could feel my brain cells slowly dissipating. No more. Not now, not ever. I refuse to get addicted again. Knowledge is my only addiction right now.