Meeting my childhood heroes, part three. I’d like to say that my adventure began with the piercing, pulsing signal of a red phone ringing...

Meeting my childhood heroes, part two. This wasn’t to be the first or even second time that I’d met my captain, o’ captain. It was,...

Meeting my childhood heroes, part one. Me and my captain go back to the late 1960s, before I had ever taken up the thick brown...

Documenting early fandom in the first person. The earliest days of Star Trek fandom did not benefit from a lot of in-depth media...

Making room for music and family - My Adventures in Underscore, part 14 (Listen to a selected playlist for this post on Apple Music and...

Some meals are simply unforgettable I love food. I live to eat, and don't understand those who simply eat to live. Sustenance is not...