There are some concepts that are beyond imagination.
I cannot imagine a square circle.
Or the total immensity of the universe.
Or an insurance policy that's easy to understand.
And there is at least one concept that is way way beyond imagination.
I cannot imagine being a growing boy in the 1960s and not having a crush on Elizabeth Montgomery.
And neither, apparently, can Ken Levine, whose name you might have noticed on my blogroll.
I suppose I would have gotten around to writing about her sooner or later.
And I also suppose that as a former journalist, I should resent being scooped.
But when the scooper is as eloquent as Ken is, and when, after all, he has saved me some work, what's there to resent?
Read this, and see if you don't agree.