A blog for the literate 40-something 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.