This is my dad, Bob. When I set off on this documentary project in the summer of 2001, and especially when I got a DV camera and started booking flights, he thought I was plumb crazy. "How many people would possibly want to know about BBSes?" he asked me. "Maybe, what, 200?" With your purchase, you prove Bob a little more wrong. Eventually, I hope to use some of the money I make and take him out to dinner and show him all the mail and stories I got from people over the past few years. He'll chuckle and claim he believed in me the whole time. That's what dads do. Of course, he also paid for my first computer and modem and my phone line for my BBS, so it's hard not to love the guy.
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