Six months earlier in 2006. . .
“Oh my God! Sit down! Get in here! Who are you, Tom Hanks? Did you, by ANY chance, go to a casino last night while I was asleep, drop a quarter in an unplugged Zoltar machine, and make a wish—because WHO ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes as Chris’s upper body rose from the sunroof of our retro white lim…
