First Contact is imminent. A self portrait when I was about 7 years old and I had read that a beam of light travels forever in space until it hits something. So, with a knapsack for the flashlight and a jacket, my trusty Red Rocket Space Patrol lunchbox (with a peanut butter sandwich, you know, just in case) and my Morse Code emergency signal: 3 short blinks, 3 long blinks, and 3 short blinks, I sent for a starship to take me back where I belonged. Only seven, hadn’t even read any science fiction yet, signaled every night for a week, SO DISAPPOINTED.
So now, more than half century later, I have to wonder… is it 3 short blinks, 3 long blinks, and 3 short blinks, or 3 long blinks, 3 short blinks, 3 long blinks… ?
(First use of my homemade starry sky)