Stars and stripes ... forever
Bryan Shelburne has led trombones through the rocket's red glare. He has directed woodwinds by the dawn's early light and urged bass drums and tenor voices to rise above the fruited plain.
Bryan Shelburne has led trombones through the rocket's red glare. He has directed woodwinds by the dawn's early light and urged bass drums and tenor voices to rise above the fruited plain.
One thing I'm looking forward to come January when a new administration takes the reins of government is a return to the American swagger. I'm not talking about the boorish, cowboy gait we've witnessed during the Bush administration, I'm talking about something that's based on substance.
I'm a dyed-in-the-wool science fiction nut. I've spent many pleasurable hours with authors Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Arthur Clarke, Robert Heinlien and numerous others as their stories took me to worlds that existed only in the imagination. My favorites frequently had to do with robots, a subject that several writers, notably Asimov, handled exceptionally well.