I couldn't believe it: A "Star Trek" convention came to little old Seine. As an ex-Trekkie, I dug my closets and found my old "Enterprise" uniform, then proudly went to the convention. But no one recognized my character: that of the fourth mate in the biological-plants section of the starship. I guess I went where no man has gone before.
-Old Gargoyle
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I often wake up screaming after having dreams that, in the far future, we as a species revert to a late 1960s style of fashion and civil/military uniforms consist of t-shirts and skirts.
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