My poor Mum. (Note to reader, it might be best to read this post with a phony British accent) She never quite understood the fixation that all three of her sons had with the goofy BBC show, "Doctor Who". That being said, she gamely endured our late night hours of watching the Doctor and his companions battling Cybermen, Daleks, The Master and who knows what else.

My first exposure to the universe traveling Time Lord came by way of a hand-me-down TV set. The type that you turn on, walk away, then come back to the room in twenty or so minutes when the picture tube had warmed up enough to produce an image. Some cousins and I returned to the set to see John Pertwee, the third actor to play the Doctor, battling monsters that looked like people with fake hair glued to dishwashing gloves and bad over your head halloween masks tucked under the collar of their lab coats. We were hooked.

A friend of mine sent me a link to the new Doctor Who Experience over in England. I so want to go! If only I hadn't lost my TARDIS key! Whovians and those who are just curious what I'm prattling on about can see the whole story from reghardware.com here.

Thanks, Mom, for putting up with us all those years!

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