Well it finally happened. After a late night read, this morning I found my copy of Contacting Aliens in disaray. It must have fallen off of the box I had set it upon.
I think it was Charlemagne who slept with a copy of Summa Theologica under his pillow, in hopes that it would sink in. Is there any cosmic significance to the fact that I must have slept with a copy of Contacting Aliens under my butt? William Taylor --------------------- Back to the bookstore... _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
