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On December 16th 1961 the world turned upside down and inside out and I was born, screaming, in America. It was the tail end of the American dream, just before we lost our innocence irrevocably when the TV eye brought the horror of our lives into our homes for all to see.
I was told, when I grew up, I could be anything I wanted; a fireman, a policeman, even a doctor or even the president it seemed. And for the first time in the history of mankind some thing new called an 'astronaut'.
But like many kids brought up on a steady diet of westerns, I always wanted to be the cowboy hero. That lone voice in the wilderness fighting corruption and evil where-ever I found it and standing for freedom, truth and justice. And in my heart of hearts I still follow the remenants of that dream where ever I go. In my never ending ride into the setting sun.
I was told, when I grew up, I could be anything I wanted; a fireman, a policeman, even a doctor or even the president it seemed. And for the first time in the history of mankind some thing new called an 'astronaut'.
But like many kids brought up on a steady diet of westerns, I always wanted to be the cowboy hero. That lone voice in the wilderness fighting corruption and evil where-ever I found it and standing for freedom, truth and justice. And in my heart of hearts I still follow the remenants of that dream where ever I go. In my never ending ride into the setting sun.