Meeting With The Well Known

I died in 1990, in an automobile accident in Alaska on the Seward Highway. Soon thereafter, I found myself sitting on the ground outside my home in south Anchorage. Only my home wasn''t there. Actually, the whole subdivision was missing. Because I soon learned that it wasn''t 1990 anymore; it was 1963. But how could that be? In 1963, I was a 9-year old boy living in upstate New York. How did I get...