The Pathfinders of Space

About the Book

This is a story about six men who undertake a mission of exploring space. Going beyond our galaxy and into the universe, as we know it, and experiencing the uncertainties that they must know await them. That takes courage that not many possess. I will attempt to narrate their journey and explain their circumstances as they travel on. All names and planets are purely circumstantial and have no bearing on the story. For those of you who like the mysteries of space and who believe in the place they call purgatory, this is the book for you.

About the Author

Dick was born in hills of Pennsylvania, and grew up on a farm in the summer. This was in the depression, and everybody worked if they could find anything to do. Grand Paw worked in a paper mill, Dad worked away from home, and Mom took care of my Dads’ mother, for she was sick a lot. Gram Paw got up at six and made breakfast for both of us, and then went to work. My Aunt didn’t get up ‘till eleven so I had the run of the area, (with-in- reason) until about noon. I would go up to the street where the church is, and wait for the milk man to come down from ‘Brusso Hill.’ He had a big wagon that had a roof on it and a big sign painted on the side that said, MILK. He’d stop and say, “Wa’na ride.” I always smiled and climbed up the wheel and off we’d go. That was before glass milk bottles, so he had two big cans of milk in the back. When he came to a place where they wanted milk, there was a note attached to the door that said, - MILK TODAY – He would then go door to door with a smaller milk can and dip it out with a dipper into their container. I just couldn’t figure out why he took so much time between some of the folks. I kin’da figured that out after I got older. Anyhow, the horse would go door just like the milk man, only on the road. He’d watch him and when he went next door, he’d move up too. I wondered if he thought anything about this. Just one of the mysteries of life. When we got down to the bottom of my street he’d say, “Better get off now. I’ve got to go down town. I’d say, “See Ya tomorrow.” As I look back, with not a care in the world, those seemed to be, THE GOOD O’LE DAYS DICK SENIOR