Readable The man and his wheelchair sat silhouetted against an endless vista of bright unblinking stars and twisting nebula. He was a very old man. Born in 1920. That made him one year into his ninth decade of life. Very old indeed he mused … except for the fact that he was already dead. Well, if this was Heaven it wasn’t half bad he thought. Sitting here for eternity staring at outer-space might even be rather pleasant. The stars were a hundred times brighter the black a hundred times darker than he remembered from his boyhood home in Illinois. In Los Angeles, where he had lived most of his adult life, a person really couldn’t even ( continue reading... )

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