Michael Sparks

Born to humble beginnings at the base of a mountain on a chilly November morning, nineteen hundred and eighty-five, my mother and father were unsure what the future held for their deftly handsome newborn. Would he be a rock star? Brain surgeon, rocket scientist, or Supreme Court Justice? Nay, said Fate. Nay. For, a young politician by the name of Albert Gore was busy creating something wonderful -- a network of computing machines so far-reaching, so worldly, the title "Information Superhighway" could not do it justice. An entirely new word had to be crafted for this eighth wonder, and its name was "Internet." And it was good.