One day, many years ago, I was in a Borders bookstore, and I saw this book with a very peculiar cover. It showed a classic fantasy wizard – hat, long white hair and flowing beard, staff, robes, the works – sitting in a 1970s-80s efficiency kitchen like in apartments I'd lived in (formica counters and cheap chairs and all), holding a can of Budweiser.        I picked the book off the shelf, slightly annoyed, saying to myself, "There is no way this cover actually represents what's in the book." Given the common history [ Continue reading... ]