When I was a boy at family picnics while moms were making the fixing
the boys would to to the car sit at the steering wheel, punch radio buttons,
and go in imagination to space.
The mnemonic master: Flash Gordon - and his world with
Zharkov, Dale, Prince Berrin. Yes, one time we end up in a '30s Hollywood serial.
Another time we end up in
an Italian futurist artist's atelier.
Yet another time in a '60s Lockheed skunkwork's Airstream.
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