"Twinkling Diamonds in the Sky?" read the headline in the April 8 Register
I can see it all now . . . wannabe miners letting their hair and whiskers grow, purchasing pickaxes, mules, canteens and a can of chaw, trying to book a seat on a spacecraft headed for BPM 37093, followed by a gaggle of groupies.
Don't forget the space guns. You may have to defend your claim.
We could have done without this knowledge. Let the chips fall where they may, I say.
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Virginia Butorac,
802 S.E. 80th Ave., Des Moines.