Author: B.P. Higinbotham

From my vantage point on the upper deck off the loft, I look down upon the spring birds. Doves, chickadees, juncos, grackles and sparrows dart to and from our feeders. But the most eye-catching of all is the bright red cardinal.

Many years ago, there was a debate going on in the science fiction community as to what constituted the Golden Age of sci-fi. Some claimed it was the 1940s and its swashbuckling space opera adventures.