There Are A Lot I'm Proud Of,

There's A Marvelous And Unique Man Named Frank Gilroy. He's The Only Writer I Know Who Absolutely, Pointedly Refuses To Do Any Changes That He Doesn't Feel Are Absolutely Essential And Totally In Keeping With His Own View And Perspective. But Not Too Many Writers Are That Independent And That Strong-willed.

I Guess We All Have A Little Vaunting Itch For Immortality, I Guess That Must Be It.

Up There, Up There In The Vastness Of Space, In The Void That Is Sky, Up There Is An Enemy Known As Isolation. It Sits There In The Stars Waiting, Waiting With The Patience Of Eons, Forever Waiting In The Twilight Zone.

This Highway Leads To The Shadowy Tip Of Reality: You're On A Through Route To The Land Of The Different, The Bizarre, The Unexplainable...go As Far As You Like On This Road. Its Limits Are Only Those Of Mind Itself. Ladies And Gentlemen, You're Entering The Wondrous Dimension Of Imagination. . . Next Stop The Twilight Zone.

You're Traveling Through Another Dimension, A Dimension Not Only Of Sight And Sound But Of Mind; A Journey Into A Wondrous Land Whose Boundaries Are That Of Imagination. That's The Signpost Up Ahead—your Next Stop, The Twilight Zone.