The short version is that I’m Andy Skelton, an adventurous kid from Vermont who somehow wound up on the development team.

The long version will be published someday by an obscure publisher whose fame and fortune will only be realized when, fifty years after my death, a scholar discovers a copy of the flimsy paperback, one of the five hundred copies in the first and only edition, and sparks an Andy Skelton craze, eighty-four more printings and much dancing in the streets. What shall I call my autobiography?

You can contact me via gmail. I’m skeltoac.