January 16th brought about thoughts of nonsense inspired by connections to science. What'd you expect? I'm a writer.
Diane Fossey was born on January 16th and became famous for her dedicated studies of gorillas in Rwanda where she was ultimately murdered. While she carried no familial connection to noted choreographer Bob Fosse, their homophonic surnames put thoughts of Diane directing dance routines with the gorillas.
January 16th also marked the death of actor Russell Johnson. He made it to 89 and died at home from kidney failure. Russell had been in the USAAF in WWII, performed in movies and television, made a trip into The Twilight Zone, and became best known as character Roy Hinkley (aka The Professor), the most brilliant castaway on Gilligan's Island.
I enjoyed those tragically comic castaways in my younger days and knowledge of the Professor's passing produced images of a homemade dialysis machine composed of bamboo tubing and coconut shells. If that weren't bad enough, I just know that he's languishing in an afterlife with an abundance of coconuts, bananas and pineapples; two unattainable virgins; and a burning desire to engineer an escape with primitively inadequate hand-fashioned tools.
Thanks for the fabricated memories.