The Story Begins

Thanks for joining me as we relive a golden era of storytelling from the early years of the Atomic Age.

I never was any good at this. — Ponyard Kipling

Resting Face

Golden Glavcot spent a restless night worried about the journey tomorrow. “I’m not going to sleep but, I’m not going to open my eyes until the alarm goes off.”


A marmoset Photo by Paulo Infante on Unsplash

Marmoset looked past his patient at the clock beside the door. It had been his idea long ago to place it there so patients would assume that far-away look of his was deep thinking in action. “So, tell me about your mother.”