Aphelion Editorial 032
The Senior Editor's usual drivel about whatever...
by Dan L. Hollifield
Hello again and welcome to another thrilling episode. This is the
last issue of Aphelion's third year- Next month we celebrate Aphelion's
birthday once again. Since I am one of those annoying people who count
2001 to be the real beginning to the 21st. century, I could say that this issue is the first of the last year of the 20th century... But I won't. Aren't you glad?
I'm looking forward to the next century. If my health holds out I
stand to live long enough to see nearly half of the coming 21st
century. So many advances have happened within my lifetime so far- and
the rate is accelerating with every passing day. I was born in the same
hour as the USSR launched Sputnik II, I watched men walk in space, and
then on the moon, and now begin to reach toward Mars. I've watched
airplanes get bigger and faster, cars get faster and safer, the
computer become a common household item, and the mini-satellite dish
replace the giant TV antennas that once adorned every rural home. I was
one of the last generation of Americans who had to get a license to
operate a CB radio in my car. Now the number of autos with CBs or Cell
Phones is nearly equal to the number that don't. I am one of those
drivers that you see on the shoulder of the interstate reading a map to
figure out how to get un-lost. Now there are mobile GPS units and
computerized maps to help us poor sods. And let the record state that I
do indeed stop and ask for directions... frequently... Sometimes that
Another thing- If you're reading this then the Y2K fears were
overblown, but if you're not reading this then I hope that you have
sufficient stockpiles of canned goods, bottled water, firewood, and
ammunition to enable you to survive the fall of civilization. I have
only about three months’ worth of rifle ammo myself, but I could
stretch it further by doing some hunting with handguns. In case of
extreme emergency, I do have a black powder rifle and pistol and know
enough chemistry in order to make gunpowder when my supply runs out.
Hopefully though, civilization has not fallen, Mad Max is not running
for President, and hordes of looters have not emptied the local grocery
stores. At least, no more than usual. With any real luck, the
millennium madness will wear off soon and the whole world can get back
And if you are indeed reading this then you can assume that we have
reached normality and anything that you still can't cope with is
therefore your own problem. We'll send Marvin back to lead you to the
bridge sometime soon.
One final note; It has come to my attention that some of you are
actually reading my editorials rather than scrolling on down and
getting straight to the stories. I'm warning you, if this keeps up I'll
have no recourse but to get up on my soapbox and preach about things
like why you should vote, or why you should fight to retain your right
to own firearms, or why you should demand faster progress on
low-pollution automobiles, or even why you should uphold the rights of
those people who run the adult websites on the internet. I can't
promise that you'll agree with me, but I can promise that you'll want
to think about what I say.
Until then, I am proud to bring you another issue of Aphelion. I'll shut up now and let you get to reading.
Thanks for your time.
© 2000 Dan L. Hollifield
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