One second I’m in 1985, the next I crash into a barn in what looks like a black-and-white movie — but it’s real. The DeLorean worked. I hit 88 and landed in 1955. At first, I thought it was just a weird part of town. Then I saw the cars, the prices, the paper — it was real. My first thought? Find Doc Brown. He’d believe me and help me get home. ...Read more