Last night I was at a local coffee shop trying to get some writing done. It was not going well at all. So I hopped my bike (yes, we're doing this now.) and rode down to the Harvard book story (yes, we're doing that too now) for a little inspiration. I thought of digging into Dashiell Hammett--especially given his pink commie pedigree, but instead opted to take some advice from the Horde and get some sci-fi.
51 years ago, President John F. Kennedy made a very angry phone call.