I grew up during the greatest era in sci-fi entertainment history.
Star Wars (the good ones, not the new garbage), Star Trek (Movies), Superman (Christopher Reeve), The Last Starfighter, Explorers and Close Encounters of the Third Kind just to name a few of the best.
From the earliest days that I can remember I’ve been fascinated with flying. I can remember A LOT of dreams where I was flying around my town. I can still remember the feeling in my stomach during these dreams as I was floating above everything. Many times I would go to bed believing I would dream of flying and many times it would happen. I can remember many hours where I wold lie in the grass looking up at the stars dreaming of having the ability to travel into deep space.






I’m starting to feel old. Days go by faster than I ever remember. Routine has become the name of the game. Up at 6:30, breakfast (never), run the two oldest out the door and get them delivered to school by 7:30-ish. Drive to work, always 5 minutes late, you know, traffic and all.


