Here's my story I will share with you guys.
When I was a child, my father used to drive me out to the Appalachians each year to vacation in his second home. We often would stop at my step-mother's great aunt's house on the return trip in Asheville. This was the mid-1980s.
Her property was atop...
It seems like most people here assume that the past exists in a real sense. I am curious as to how you justify that. In order to travel to some place, it has to actually exist. But how do you prove the past exists?