Remember 1984, people? (The year, not the book.)

Okay, I am dating myself with that. But you know what? I am dated.

So, where is the beef? It’s a decent question. To answer that, I’m going to spend a couple posts taking you on a journey to find out where the beef has been. Buckle your seatbelts, folks. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

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