![]() ![]() ![]() “It’s just a bunch of buttons with labels on them.” “This is not a plan!” I declared with a laugh. There it was-the entire cockpit control panel of the craft that would take Angus to the cosmos. Then he unfolded a large sheet of brown wrapping paper. ![]() ![]() He had designed the spaceship and even brought the plans to show me. Some days later, Angus excitedly told me he had it all worked out. “Build a spaceship someday and fly to the planet of your choice,” I recommended. One day I suggested facetiously that Angus stop speculating and go find out for himself. He was very earnest, and very entertaining. When we grazed at the same lunch table, he would speculate endlessly about what life on other planets might be like. His nickname was “Angus”-derived from the fact that he was rather rotund, and our school was surrounded by farm fields. More than half a century ago, I had a friend in junior high school I could never figure out or drum much common sense into. But for context, let me first relate a story from my younger days. This is an article about a famous utopian community that flopped. ![]()
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