Sunday, September 9, 2012


"Ground Control to Major Tom...." When I was six years old, I was playing outside one frosty morning – February 18th, 1969, to be precise – when the ancient nine-foot brick and flint wall between our garden and the neighbors' collapsed and broke my leg. At the time, I was lying on my back on a formica-covered board on top of a pile of old lumber, my feet towards the wall, looking up at the sky, pretending I was an astronaut. I had just "reentered the airlock" when I saw a large crack appear in the wall above me....

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