A Trillion Trillion Terabytes

02-copyIn the late fall of 1989, as the Boeing 747 I was in began to reach altitude, an errant ray of sunlight caught my drooping eyes and prevented me from dozing off.  I looked over at Harold Tseu, my studio manager, who was wide awake sitting next to me, his eyes bugging out as he held a magazine in front of him.  I could almost imagine a thin stream of spittle drooling from the corner of his mouth.  Finally, he spoke, looking right at me: “Man, look at THIS!”  MORE…