Sitting here in my recliner, wine glass at hand and television off, I cast about for my universal remote only to find that it sat across the room; three feet beyond my reach. Stretching out with my mind, I could feel the remote flying across the room and into my hand but, upon opening my eyes, the stupid thing hadn’t budged.

After more that twenty-five-freakin-years of rigorous (and not-so-rigorous) training, I still have yet to even begin to harness the force. Forget about mastering it; I’d be happy if the damned clicker simply fell onto the floor.

Sigh.

So, now you are acquainted with one of the great disappointments in my life.