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Updated: January 28, 2009, 10:22 AM ET

The entrance to the time machine is not at all what I'd envisioned as a kid, not shiny or metal or surrounded by whirling, colored lights.

No, the entrance is plain wood with a brass knob and stands inside a modest two-bedroom house on a quiet street in a Midwestern suburb.  
 
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