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George Takei, BSO Sci-Fi Spectacular: Snubbed by Sulu, reporter interviews Red Shirt Number 3.

When it comes to doing an interview with any well-known personality, there is a very delicate line a newspaperman must tread (or is it trek?).  On the one hand, the reporter must be cognizant of his subject’s often busy schedule; […]

George Takei, BSO Sci-Fi Spectacular: Snubbed by Sulu, reporter interviews Red Shirt Number 3.

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When it comes to doing an interview with any well-known personality, there is a very delicate line a newspaperman must tread (or is it trek?).  On the one hand, the reporter must be cognizant of his subject’s often busy schedule; […]

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Cream in My Coffee

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