The first thing I saw wasn’t wood or wiring. It was a red bulb staring back at me from the dark. A dead machine, buried alive behind drywall. Silent. Heavy. Waiting. I brushed away dust, and the shape emerged: belt, motor, steel. No plastic. No Wi-Fi. Just a Montgomery Ward garage opene… Continues…
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