On October 4, 1957, Sputnik was launched, and so was I - a true child of the Space Age. I was fed a steady diet of Hanna-Barbera cartoons on Saturday mornings and The Jetsons gave me a glimpse into what I fervently hoped and believed my future would hold. Alas, in the 21st century, we still have no flying cars and I have no robot named Rosie.
Given my spacey beginnings, one would think I'd be a Sci-fi geek, but my life took a different turn at a relatively early age. It helped that I bore an uncanny resemblance to Alfred Hitchcock when I was born; it was an omen, I guess. Continue reading About Me.
Mortal coil a memory
No rest for the dead.