Tankless Water Heater Myths You Have To Stop Believing

Tankless water heaters. Everyone is talking about them. You’ve probably heard the term in one place or another. Maybe you’ve heard a friend mention them when discussing your respective home renovation projects. Maybe you noticed a Tankless Water Heater being installed in one of your favorite home restoration shows, on one of the many popular home restoration show networks. Whether you were handed a “Tankless Water Heaters and You: A Winning Combination!” pamphlet outside a home improvement depot, or you simply overheard it discussed in hushed tones from coworkers dispersing themselves like cockroaches when you entered the room, Tankless Water Heaters are taking the water heater world by storm.

Bringing a Tankless Water Heater into your life can be a mysterious and altogether intimidating prospect for those not in the know. It can be hard to wrap your head around what a tankless water heater actually is, and what distinguishes it from other non-tankless water heaters. There’s a lot of misinformation and baseless speculation out there, so you have to make sure that what you know is right. Failure to properly educate yourself only give those myths more power, so lets tackle some of the most common ones about Tankless Water Heaters and their potential place in your life.

Myth 1: Won’t they cost more in the long run?

The sleek and slim new water heater design found in the new Tankless Water Heater is not only smaller and less bulky than traditional non-tankless water heaters, but also takes up a lot less space. You’re probably thinking, “There must be a catch!” But the simple fact of the matter is that a Tankless Water Heater has no actual tank in which to store water. That’s why we gave it the name, “Tankless”. With no bulky water-logged tank of water taking up space, in need of constant heating, your heating costs actually go down, due to no longer needing to keep a big tank of water heated at all times. All this is achieved with no tangible long term increase in costs. What a savings.

Myth 2: Don’t they make the water too hot?

Stores abound on social media about Tankless Water Heaters making the water just too darn hot! This myth has been around as long as there have been Tankless Water Heaters, maybe even longer. Stories of scalding hot water or even steam coming out of shower heads are nearly always found to be overblown. Pictures of melted utility sinks and sagging faucets, weakened by the heat and crumpling under their own weight are usually photoshopped to look worse than they actually are. The technology and scientific theories behind the instant heating process are constantly being researched by top Tankless Water Heater scientists. Anyone telling you otherwise probably has a non-tankless water heater to sell you, or worse.

Myth 3: They just don’t supply enough water!

This is simply a slanderous myth with no basis in reality. Other non-tankless water heater distributors attempt to claim that the primary distinguishing feature of a Tankless Water Heater, its lack of a tank, actually keeps it from achieving its primary goal: heating enough water to keep you and your loved ones happy and healthy for years to come. Other non-tankless water heater distributors will bring you studies and papers and numbers and figures and facts to try, in vain, to get you to believe their claims. They will attempt to ramble to you about some fanciful theoretical upper limit to the vast quantities of hot water that a Tankless Water Heater can provide. They will say just about anything to get you to believe, even just for a moment, that your future Tankless Water Heater’s hot water output is anything but boundless and infinite. Don’t listen to them! Don’t even think it! Not even for a minute!

Myth 4: They can’t actually deliver hot water instantly

People in the Tankless Water Heater business find themselves in discussions like this all the time. The others will try and back you into a corner, into an indefensible position. They will try to goad you in defending statements neither you, nor anyone else, has ever actually made. No sane re-seller or maintenance technician in the ever growing field of Tankless Water Heater professionals has ever claimed a Tankless Water Heater can provide instant hot water. There’s simply no known mechanism by which such a thing could be accomplished. Those with non-tankless water heaters know this. They are only trying to build up straw men so they can knock them down. Tankless Water Heaters provide hot water exceedingly quickly. Exceptionally fast. Fast enough for all good uses. But those in the know will readily admit there is always some length of pipe the water has to travel before it gets to you. There’s nothing we can do about that. That’s just plumbing.

Myth 5: Tankless Water Heaters require regular inspection

Anyone with a non-tankless water heater would tell you its impossible a Tankless Water Heater could operate without regular inspections. But that is only because that reality is at such odds with their own life experiences with non-tankless water heater maintenance and repair that it seems virtually impossible. But what they do not realize, or refuse to, is that Tankless Water Heaters are self monitoring. Any issue the the heater cannot overcome of its own accord and ability is recorded immediately and reported directly to the relevant bodies for rapid assessment and dispatch. That’s the beauty of the hands-free no-muss Tankless Water Heater system. You don’t even know something is wrong until someone is at your door to address it.

Myth 6: The require a lot of natural gas

Now this myth is slightly based in some truth. Tankless Water Heaters can run entirely off of a natural gas line. But this is done with only the greatest efficiently. However, if you don’t have a natural gas connection in your house, don’t worry. You have numerous other options. Any combination of organic and inorganic materials can be used as fuel for your Tankless Water Heater. Propane. Wood pellets. Electrics. Organic matter. Just about anything you can think of. Be creative. The beauty of the Tankless Water Heater is its flexibility and willingness to adapt to a changing modern world.

It can seem difficult, at first, to decide if you’re ready to take that next step toward bringing a Tankless Water Heater into your life. But when its time, you’ll know. And you’ll be ready with the right information, and the number of a licensed and bonded Tankless Water Heater technician or advocate who can be by your side when the time comes.

Great Restaurants: What Are They, And Why Haven’t There Been Any For The Last 20 Years?

This is a response to the mind-boggling diatribe here: https://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2011/12/great-songwriters-who-are-they-and-why-havent-there-been-any-for-the-last-20-years.html

Every day, thousands of citizens all around the lovely township of Mudville head out at every reasonable hour trekking to their favorite eateries. Nothing speaks directly to the soul of a Mudvillian, and similarly to any man, as the carefully considered consumption of their most cherished comestibles. I’ve been thinking on the restaurants and eateries in our fair township and the more I pondered, the more I found myself coming to several conclusions.

Conclusion #1: There have only ever been two truly great restaurants in the recorded history of Mudville since its incorporation so many years ago. These two metaphorically blow every other restaurant out of the water. Blow them to pieces. Blow them away. The reasons, self-evident as they are to one such as myself, will be revealed shortly.

Conclusion Number Two: There hasn’t been a good restaurant to come to this township in the last 20 years. Everything these days comes riding into town with some flashy trend on its back, clearly jockeying for a youth demographic not yet learned enough in tongue to understand what they’re eating. The establishments that dotted the landscape during my post-collegiate return to Mudville were of a different class. The energy and flare in their presentations and preparations reached a level that I have not seen since.

Anyways, lets finally reveal those two restaurants:

1. Amerigo’s Italian Restaurant – Italian Cuisine

I moved to Mudville only a few months after Sue and Chris Dolman opened their love letter to Italian fare, and even in that short time it was already a local sensation. Now, years on, its a local institution. No graduation party or baby shower truly starts until the chafing dish of Amerigo’s penne arrives. Their command of the breadth and depth of Tuscan cuisine is unmatched by anything in the TriCounty area.

I can still remember the sights and smells of my first enchanted evening there. A much younger me with so much to learn struggling to pronounce a dish no one at my table had even heard of before, and I being the one brave enough to order it. That evening as I took that first fateful bite of sun-dried tomato risotto, I fell immediately in love. That risotto is still on the menu, as is just about every wonderful dish I’ve ever had there. Amerigo’s has held fast against the ceaseless tide of food trends that could have worn down a lesser establishment.

Must eats: Lobster Bisque, Pasta Primavera, Chicken Marsala

2. Taggerty’s Steakhouse – Traditional

Taggerty’s opened in 1985 and I can still remember that opening day. Actual spotlights were brought in to crisscross the night sky and mark the occasion, and I’d wager Mudville has not seen a glitzier night since. Taggerty’s boasts the finest cuts around. While a lesser steakhouse might railroad you into a preparation because it’s what the “Chef recommends”, Taggerty’s gives you the choice of any preparation, and one of a dozen signature sauces to top it with.

Taggerty’s has been, for the discerning folks in the know, for any celebration, any proposal. The place to take your important business clients if you need to be absolutely sure you’re going to impress. Its where I took my first wife on our first date and being ever the romantic it’s also where I proposed.

Must eats: French Onion Soup, Pink Peppercorn Crusted Filet, Swordfish Kebabs

So that’s them. The dynamic duo of dining. The dining-namic duo. The two great restaurants in Mudville bar none because their food stretches far and wide across the gamut of culinary options and cravings. Anything you could want is available through one of those two doors. Pizza. Pasta. Grinders. Calzones. Salads. Steaks. Chops. Fish. These two restaurants make up the lion’s share of good meals in Mudville.

There are only a few other good, not great, restaurants around. To be a good restaurant you need to have at least a handful of choice dishes. A low bar, perhaps. But none come close to the big two. Even if their handful of dishes are in the running with those offered by the dynamic duo, you’d be hard pressed to find a handful and a half of good dishes there.

For the sake of your perusal and future referencing, I have broken the remaining simply good restaurants and my reflections on them into categories based on their cuisines.

Traditional American

Americans have created some of the greatest examples and feats of comfort food the world has ever known. Patti’s, for instance, has some of the best glazed and jelly donuts you’ll ever sink your teeth into. And right down the road at Stucky Mustard you can find any variety of hotdog or kielbasa you can imagine with an unlimited supply of condiments and ‘krauts. I know some in town would say Dukes over on third deserves to be on this list for their meatloaf alone, but a restaurant needs more than just one worthy dish to be worth mentioning here.


Is there anything that speaks more directly to the deep personal needs of the working man after a long day than a juicy burger? Larry’s Roadside is known as the king of roadside burgers and stands leaps and bounds above other food prepared by the street in the greater Mudville area. Just don’t touch the chili unless you’ve been around and built up a rather impressive tolerance to spicy food. Turnpike 37 Bar and Grille might not have a widely known reputation beyond a rather unfortunately public meth bust, but their nacho burger alone makes it worth the trip. Pancho’s is also said to have a mighty burger that stands among the greats, but I can’t in good conscience recommend a burger from an establishment that doesn’t focus primarily on burgers. And heck, throw McDonalds in there too. They’re reliable and a wonderful guilty pleasure on a night in need of a quick comfort.


You wouldn’t think it driving through the greater Mudville area, but the residents have developed quite a taste for foreign food in the past few years. The #4 at China Buffet is known around town. The #9 at China Wok frequently runs out before dinnertime. The #6 at Best Wok is filling and priced to move, even considering it comes with an eggroll. And the #26c from Ichiban has some of the best chicken fingers I’ve had in all my travels. Any one is a great choice if you’re looking to brave something with an oriental flare.

So why aren’t there any good restaurants today? There’re a few reasons for this.

Number one, there’s just no need for good, creative, talented chefs anymore. The food scene has been invaded and dominated by what I’ve designated the Three S’s. Salads, sandwiches, and Sushi. And the sad reality of those foods is that they’re not a remarkable meal painstakingly whipped up by an artist. They’re not even cooked at all. They’re just assembled. No cooking skill required. Toasting a sandwich or slicing up some raw uncooked tuna and cucumber is not cooking and never will be. It’s an assembly line. No different from a McDonalds.

Number Two, all the prime restaurant real estate has been taken over by establishments serving food from countries like India, Thailand, and Vietnam. These are not culinary experiences anyone in Mudville was crying out for and their use of spices and sauces previously unknown to our town has only made them more unwelcoming. And the less said about the pungent aromas that violently waft into you the second you merely pass by their doors the better.

Number Three, these restaurants aiming at the youth demographic do not understand restaurant culture. Dining is a relaxing and contemplative experience. No one wants to be bowled over by a wall of sound coming from trendy kids ordering nothing but drink and loitering around the bar. Walking into an establishment only to find a completely different menu from your last visit is disorienting at best and insulting at worst. The backbone of any successful restaurant is consistency in every facet of the experience. This goes for the painfully trendy bars as much as it does to the “coffeeshops”. This is not customer service, its customer annoyance.

It’s a pity no one is opening another Amerigo’s or Taggerty’s these days. Let’s hope someone will. But don’t hold your breath. We’re just lucky those two are still around because all I see coming to town is a tidal wave of youthful haircuts and complicated shoes and I do not get it.

Review: Cribbage With Grandpas

Cribbage With Grandpas
Released 8/10/2016
Less Than Three Interactive

When it comes to traditional card games, the mobile market is lousy with options. You can find just about any game you played after school or on a family vacation or saw played on a Boy Scout campout but didn’t actually get to play because none of the other kids wanted to take the time to teach you how to play Setback even though they had plenty of time to go smoke cigarettes behind the craft supplies shed. All sorts of classic card games represented and reinterpreted half a dozen ways each.

But whether they recreate nothing more than the basic ruleset, or they explode with themed decks and animated play areas and particle effects, they’re all missing something. They’re missing one of the most integral parts of the card game experience. Grandpas.

Cribbage with Grandpas aims to correct this, and usher in a new era of pensioner-adjacent card games. It is, at its base, cribbage. It’s a faithful and accurate recreation, to be sure, but as far as actual gameplay is concerned, its cribbage. Cards move around the screen. Some of them go into your crib. Some go in the other guys’. You put cards in order or add up to 15. Scoring pegs track your score. You know that game called cribbage? It’s that.

The important, maybe even revolutionary, feature of Cribbage with Grandpas comes not from the Cribbage, but from the Grandpas. Every game of cribbage is played against a grandpa not just of your choosing, but of your own creation. You read right. Cribbage with Grandpas has what may be the world’s first fully featured, unparalleled, grandpa editor.

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While the enormity of that sinks in, look at this grandpa I made. His name is Chico. He looks a bit like my grandpa that I used to play Dominos with. Cribbage with Grandpas not only let me customize the look of my pappy, but choose the grandpa-appropriate setting for our game, and even what he’s brought with him to nosh on. I had Chico bring a fish, because if Portuguese people don’t eat fish their bones fall out.

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Remember Abe Vigoda? This one kind of looks like him, right? Customizing grandpas doesn’t end with the visual, either. Because there’s more to grandpas than just how they look. You can choose the kind of personality you want from your grandpa, and that reflects in the playful chatter and words of encouragement he gives you during each game. Want a less chatty grandpa? That’s fine too. It’s all under your control. Here’s another grandpa I made. He looks like Al Lewis, who played Grandpa Munster, who kind of looks like Ted Cruz.

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It’s extremely difficult to not be charmed by these old men who want nothing more than to spend a little time with you and play some cards. And they do a bang up job elevating what is at its root just cribbage, to a more memorable and personal experience. With so many other games leaning hard on nostalgia saying “Hey, remember gaming in the 90’s?” it’s nice that there’s a game out there willing to say “Hey, kid, remember grandpas?” And I do. Mine wore a hat.

Review: Danger Zone 2

Danger Zone 2
Released 7/13/2018
Three Fields Entertainment

Danger Zone 2 is a follow-up to Three Fields Entertainment’s 2017 arcade crash-em-up, Danger Zone, which itself was a spiritual successor to Criterion’s iconic Burnout series of arcade racing games. DZ2 promised to continue bringing back the magic of Burnout’s Crash Mode, and build on everything DZ1 got right. For fans of the original series, this new series, or fans of detonating a 20-car pile-up in slow motion, this should have been a gimme.

Danger Zone 2 continues in the tradition of driving at top speed into a busy intersection and maneuvering the resulting flaming wreckage of a cart through the air into other vehicles, making sure not to let anyone else on the road feel left out. Every dollar of property damage you do counts toward your final score, earning Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Platinum ranking if you cross their damage threshold.

While the first Danger Zone took place in a kind of parking garage meets computer simulation environment with more compact level design, Danger Zone 2 takes things back to the Burnout roots and brings the carnage out into the fresh air. Intersections take inspiration from real world locations in the US, UK, and Spain and the larger environments give each stage a bit more character, and give players some scenery to gawk at during one of DZ2’s best new features: the Run Up.

The Run Up is basically the highway drive that gets you from the place your car spawned to the place your car will become engulfed in flames. Little jaunts among other commuters not only gives you time to get used to whatever vehicle you’ve been assigned, but gives you an opportunity to earn a score bonus by completing optional Run Up objectives. From hitting every stunt jump to “traffic-checking” enough sedans into camper vans and everything in between, nailing these Run Up goals is necessary if you’re planning on ranking Platinum for every stage, and seeing your name rise up the built-in leaderboard for each level.

Crashing anywhere along the Run Up will end your run immediately. But as Kenny Loggins foretold, surviving the highway brings you right to the final intersection; the titular Danger Zone. This is where the game really should shine. Gently nudging your flaming ball of twisted metal in slow motion as it careens through the air toward the next unfortunate Sunday driver is the peak of Danger Zone 2’s excitement. Break enough stuff and you’ll charge up your “SmashBreaker” (legally distinct from Burnout’s “Crashbreaker”) and detonate your car again, hopefully picking up a few more cars in the blast and a bit more inertia to keep you moving around the intersection. You’ll need that inertia to grab pickups for additional score and additional SmashBreakers, adding a bit of tactics to the chaos you’re navigating.

Danger Zone 2 takes the road of sequel-design where you’ve already got something good, and you just add more. And in a lot of cases a good first game with a bit more added to it becomes a better sequel. But for Danger Zone 2, the additional features and larger environments lead to some clunkier intersections and haphazard crashes.

Danger Zone 1’s smaller levels, lack of a Run Up, and minimal abilities beyond crash and boom made it almost a puzzle game in Burnout clothing. You’d find yourself replaying the levels over and over to perfectly orchestrate your crash, propelling yourself precisely through every pickup, in the right order, so you could claim the huge Grand Slam Bonus and shoot up the leaderboard. Danger Zone 2’s larger levels mean less focus is on that final moment of impact. And the Run Up means there’s more to trip you up as you try to make a minor adjustment to your last attempt; completely at the mercy of the RNG-Gods.

That’s not to say every new addition takes away from the experience. Danger Zone 2 has 8 drivable cars, up from the 6 in Danger Zone 1. And unlike DZ1, these 8 feel unique in how they handle and how they crash.

But even two dozen new cars wouldn’t have distracted from the game’s biggest issue: lack of style. Launching the game for the first time you’re greeted with a main menu that wouldn’t look out of place in a budget Steam Greenlight release. Plain white text on an in-game static shot with a logo in the corner. Loading screen is more of the same white text with no flare or attempt at looking visually distinct. Nowhere in the HUD or UI is there any hint at the style and theming that Danger Zone 1 had, with its nicely animated menus and consistent design throughout.

On first loading a level in Danger Zone 1, the camera does a flyby of the entire track, with cars and roads materializing stylishly, in keeping with the theme of this all being a simulation. Danger Zone 2 just drops you at the starting point and asks if you want to start yet.

Jumping back and forth between DZ1 and DZ2 while writing this, the lack of flair and polish in DZ2 became harder and harder to look past. Even though the floaty driving from the first game has been greatly improved, the more crucial flying-scrap-heap-on-fire driving has somehow downgraded. Somehow, no matter how many times I replay a level, I simply cannot get a consistent feel for how much air and distance detonating my SmashBreaker will get me. If there’s something reliable affecting it, I sure couldn’t see it.

There’s the basis of a really good sequel in here. And the improve driving mechanics give me hope for the other spiritual successor to Burnout that Three Fields Entertainment have announced, Dangerous Driving. And sure, Menu and UI choices aren’t gameplay critical, and can always be patched later. But as it stands now there are not many people to recommend this game to. Newcomers to the Danger Zone series are better off playing the first, and fans of the first are going to have a hard time putting it out of their mind while playing the sequel.

Drink In The Nostalgia

In an effort to instill a sense of national duty and civic pride, many nations require their citizens to, upon reaching some milestone of adulthood, spend a year or two in service to their country. Formally, the United States has no such required civil service. Informally, however, each generation of American designs their own requirements to give back. Something for themselves to endure as they are ripped from the safety of their childhood bedroom, and find themselves clinging desperately to the door frame to the outside world.

Having been born in 1987, I find myself called upon now. To join the ranks of millennials past. To walk that same path blazed by thousands of brothers and sisters before me. To forge another link in an unbreakable chain of duty. To write a nostalgic piece about some bit of 90’s pop.

The 90’s was a decade made up of many things. Or at least that’s what my research turned up when I consulted people who spent those years outside of grade school. Things like Ska Music. The triumphant rise of Daniel Stern. Vague memories of toys in a JC Penney catalogue. Bill Clinton. That soda that had little balls floating in it that I’m pretending I don’t remember was called Orbit. The decline of Daniel Stern. Zima.

Oh, Zima. That enigmatic name. That sophisticated logo. That oddly corrugated glass bottle. To my child brain, Zima was hip. It was adult and metropolitan, but in a youthful sort of way. The ads for it provided a secret window into the crisp, citrus-flavored world of adulthood. Full of young sexy people laughing and flirting with other people who were young and sexy and probably going to have youthful sex later which, thanks to the child brain, could have been anything. My picture encyclopedia didn’t go into a ton of detail about that, so my knowledge of what likely came after Zima was cursory at best.

But just as I hit the age where I could legally walk into a package store and buy whatever embarrassing wine cooler or premixed cocktail in a can I wanted, Zima was pulled off the market. The powers that be determined that, as of 2008, the 90’s were officially over. It seemed I would never experience the rooftop parties and converted loft romances that Zima had been the key to unlocking.

Sure, there were other clear malt beverages, but they didn’t have that same cache in my mind. Smirnoff Ice, Zima’s girl-next-door cousin, was always there promising a different kind of evening. Something a little less urban. A little more wood paneled basement. Still enjoyable, to be sure, but for the stylish, bawdy, urban, evening I had always envisioned, I was officially too late.

Smash cut to 2017. Thanks to the courageous efforts of my millennial siblings we have, like Orpheus, softened the hearts of our corporate betters and led so many of our lost loves back to the land of the living. Surge, French Toast Crispies, Invisible Pepsi, and Hi-C Ghost Juice had all been financially coerced back to life. And so, it should have come as no surprise when, in 2017, The Coors Brewing Company announced that the (probably) fabled clear ambrosia was back again for a limited engagement.

All that build up is what left me slack jawed outside my local package store. The same local package store that had nearly 9 years prior broken my heart was now piecing it back together. Through the plate glass window, past the cooler cases, was a modest display and a full stock of six packs. One was immediately purchased and placed in the fridge before the agony of anticipation fully took hold.

What followed was a full day of Olympic Mental Gymnastics coverage with limited commercial interruption brought to you by Coors Brewing Company. Not even the rose-tinted glass cathedral built specifically to house the 90’s could protect me. But even now as I put pen to paper I can’t bring myself to unequivocally come out and say, “Zima’s kind of crap, isn’t it?”

What I want to say, what my brain is desperately trying to convince me of, is that just one sip transported me to a halcyon world of butterfly hair clips and Drew Barrymore hair flips. AOL was still relevant, and everything was right with the world. The crisp, refreshing, citrus flavor of Zima had made new episodes of my favorite childhood shows materialize from the sheer collective willpower of thousands of other 90’s kids.

What I refuse to say is that it had a taste accurately described by a friend far cleverer than I as “cheap restaurant sangria mixed with sunscreen; like you’re eating a Spree candy that someone else sucked the hard shell off of”. I can’t allow myself to accept that this is likely the unfortunate result of a suburban teenager trying to combine cheap beer and Fresca in a mad science experiment. I don’t want to feel like, instead of a sexy rooftop soiree, I’m at a bonfire where I’m the only one not being made out with, and all the ice in the coolers melted long ago.

For someone that had experienced Zima in its heyday, there is likely a “you can’t go home again” joke lurking in this somewhere. But there aren’t any appropriate trite phrases for my experience. No “you can’t go to the home you never actually lived in and only exists on a sound stage and pretend you’ve always lived there”. Maybe this is a “don’t meet your heroes” situation. Or “don’t let your heroes be sodas”. Especially when your sexy iconic classic Coke bottle turns out to be an RC Cola in disguise.

The Microsoft Solitaire Conspiracy

In 1987, Spectrum Holobyte released Solitaire Royale, the very first commercial solitaire game, at least according to Citation Needed on Wikipedia. Originally released for MS-DOS, the historical significance of this game has been largely ignored.

Some might blame this on the shameful lack of coverage that solitaire gaming and its rich history are given by the gaming press, but the proper blame is probably given, as usual, to Microsoft, and a release of theirs just a few years later, that would give birth to one of PC Gaming’s most controversial controversies.

In 1990, Microsoft was riding high with the recent release of one of their versions of the Windows operating system. Included in this release, seemingly innocuously, was their version of the much beloved Klondike variant of Solitaire.

Looking to ease Americans into the idea of Solitaire on computers, Microsoft claimed their new Solitaire program was simply to “help acclimate people unfamiliar with graphical user interfaces, and introduce them to use of the mouse”.

However, if we’re to believe their intentions were innocent, we would have to ignore the mountains of inconsistencies in their story. For example, how are so many of the elderly still functionally computer illiterate, despite an average of 27 logged hours of Solitaire per pensioner, according to some studies that can be found.

But Microsoft was unsatisfied with just one Solitaire variant. Despite their success, they immediately they began work on a secret project that would come to be known as the Microsoft Entertainment Pack. But entertainment was never its goal.

The first phase of the MEP unleashed on the public included two new Solitaire games, Golf and Cruel. The rulesets were less commonly known to most Americans, but similar enough to existing standards as to not make too many waves.

What should have seemed odd, and what did raise questions among those observant enough to notice, was the clear assistance from Chinese and Soviet interests, as indicated by the inclusion of Tetris and Mahjong Solitaire alongside Golf and Cruel.

And questions were raised, as they still are. What reason could Microsoft have had to increase their Solitaire offerings by 300% in just a few months? Who stood to gain from this increase? And who had the power and political clout to give marching orders to the PC behemoth?

Fast forward to 1991, and to Phase Two of the Microsoft Entertainment Pack, which included two new Solitaire variants to Microsoft’s already overtaxed Windows Operating System. Though they tried to distract us with games about skiing and rodents and jezzballs, Microsoft’s total Solitaire output had increased to the insane, almost reckless, 7 distinct games. Included in that 7 was Free Cell, which in their hubris they boasted an unheard-of 32,000 unique deals.

Scientists and independent researchers alike have worked with advanced computing technology and reported that all but one of the 32,000 unique configurations can be solved. All but one. Why would Microsoft include an unsolvable configuration? Was it truly unsolvable? What secrets lay behind Puzzle #11982? And how did it connect to the Russian Trials ship codenamed Project #11982?

Also included in Phase Two was Microsoft’s first public foray into Egyptian Mysticism and the occult, Tut’s Tomb. Tut’s Tomb was to be the American public’s formal introduction to the Pyramid Solitiare ruleset, and was the most thematically cohesive of all Microsoft’s Solitiare projects. Players found themselves working through an Egyptian pyramid with nothing but the power of the number 13 to guide them.

Standing at odds with Solitaire conventions of the time, Microsoft expanded on the established Pyramid ruleset by allowing players to match a card with the card directly behind it. This was known among enthusiasts as “Grave Robbing”, and was as controversial a move then as it is among Solitaire historians today.

What sparked Microsoft’s sudden interest in the occult? Why did they believe they were so beyond reproach that they could present their new rules as gospel to the general public? What were the stakes, and who stood to gain?

1995 saw the release of the aptly titled Windows 95, and the scaling back of their Solitaire enterprises. After 8 unique Solitaire games across 4 Microsoft Entertainment Packs and even an incomprehensible attempt at spreading their MEP influence onto the Game Boy Color, Microsoft all but abandoned their Solitaire project. All that remained on the operating system was Free Cell, and the original Solitaire offerings.

By 2012, all traces of Solitaire had been excised from Windows. The Great Solitaire Purge took not only their solo card games, but Minesweeper, Space Pinball, and the never popular Hearts as well. Windows 8 was released without a trace of their former offerings, and without explanation. Some in the community voiced their concerns to deaf ears, asking why had they abandoned the Microsoft Entertainment Pack project? Had they simply accomplished what they had set out to do? Or, perhaps, had some third party stepped in?

Like with so many of the changes made in Windows 8, the 2015 release came to the rescue. Or so Microsoft would have you believe. On the surface, the triumphant return of the Microsoft Solitaire Collection, with fan favorites like TriPeaks, Free Cell, and the classic Klondike seemed an olive branch from the software giant.

But who else had come along for the ride? Pyramid. And was this the faithful recreation of Tut’s Tomb one might expect? Hardly. It was still a well-made interpretation of the Pyramid Solitaire ruleset, but missing from this new release? Grave Robbing.

Why had Microsoft chosen to create a new Pyramid concept from scratch, rather than reinstating the classics like they had with the others in the Microsoft Solitaire Collection? Why, with the thousands of other enhancements and quality of life improvements did they choose not to include their signature maneuver? Why has Microsoft categorically refused to address this issue? Who benefits from the confusion generated by this change? And who are they protecting with their silence?