Christmas Always Feels Like Palladium
The books always shine in December. I am not sure when that started. College, maybe. The ones that arrived right before break, or the ones I bought for myself once I had a little money of my own and could stop asking. They sat under the tree, next to it, or on the table by the door because nobody had wrapped them yet. Palladium Fantasy. Heroes Unlimited. A Rifts book I wouldn't open until January. The spines looked right there. They still do. They feel like family by now. Not in some big way. Just the ones that stayed. The ones that came with me from one place to the next. Rifts was always the coolest game on the shelf. Still is, when I pull it out. The covers, the size of the books, the sense that the whole thing was bigger than the room we were playing in. I would stand in the New Hampshire hobby store that carried the full Palladium line and just look at the wall of them. Pick the next one I wanted. Money was tight back then. I still made room in the budget. The next book was th...