…taking dictation from people who don't exist.
Lightsabers at dawn. Or was it 7.15pm?
Fezzes are cool. Bowties are cool. But it was not always so. Last century (I don’t know if I love saying that, or hate it) I was just a young Jedi, hanging out at the Science Fiction Bookshop on West Crosscauseway with the other deeply uncool geeks. So I wrote about those days, here, over on SF Signal. Before the memory is completely lost to me. I’M 92, YOU KNOW. Or that’s how it sometimes feels…
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