A blog for the literate middle aged man with the interests of an 11 year old boy.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Given my balding head, charming accent and steadfast, closeted 2nd in command, I had always pegged myself as something of a lawyerly Captain Picard. Turns out, I'm just a Chekov. Or, mostly a Chekov. At least I'm not a red shirt.