When I was a kid I wanted to be a prospector, as did my father. He used to bring me to the carnivals and our first stop was always the Heechee Hut. There would be weird objects of all manner and accompanying signs that explain what and how the Heechee used them.

When I think back, I am amazed at how much trash a child can remember. I faithfully kept mental notes of every fact I knew about the Heechee. I was being prepared for the day when I would actually meet one.

Kids dream too much.