Dear Fellow Travelers Through the Cosmos:
Where have you been in your imaginary travels? Any plans for imminent departure?
Why do we finite, leaden-footed humans have this yen for delving into the infinite and flying toward the out-of-reach celestial?
Without the influence of circa 1950 SF programs (and even older, written work [such as that of Jules Verne]), I would have still tripped out on my own fertile lust for outer space.
And you?
CoCo Quest