Let The Chips Fall Where They May
Never underestimate the power of a bag of chips.
Once upon a time, long, long time ago — longish, anyway — I was a young, hopeful, splendidly ignorant Ves, and to be honest with you I probably shouldn’t have been allowed out unattended.
On this particular occasion, I had a job interview to get to.
I had an embarrassing inability to find anything without a route planner or, by preference, a knowledgeable guide.
I had no phone service, no guide, and no idea what I was doing.
But I did have a bag of chips.
Let me start at the beginning.
Graduation Day
Huzzah! I was twenty-two, freshly launched from the Hidden University which had, most obligingly, awarded me a very creditable grade for my thesis: Modern Magick and Magickal Heritage: The Changing Time
