This photo was taken at my insistence. Notice I still have my hand on the gun butt?

The Star Jet was my all-time favorite present, at least up until that point in my life. Little did my parents know that I was plotting to leave the planet come nightfall.

Behind me is my 18-month old brother, Scott, standing next to my parent's 1952 Plymouth station wagon. He's all bundled up because it's cold outside. Remember this was taken on Christmas Day.

How come you're not bundled up then, Glenn, you might ask.

I reply: "Aliens don't get cold."

It seems my parents always had Plymouth station wagons.

Eleven years later, I blew the clutch in their 1966 Plymouth station wagon by drag racing on a state highway in a town I wasn't even supposed to be in. Uh-oh.

Send an email to Glenn Connell. and tell him to go back to planet WhatsIt.