What's in a name?
This is a story about me. Well, not about me
exactly. It's more about a bunch of people who
go around claiming to be me. This is a story, in
other words, about the handful of men across
the country who share the name Howard Witt.
The cold, hard facts on cryonics
Achieving immortality, it turns out, is not
going to be easy. But that's no discouragement
to the true believers in cryonics, the study of
freezing freshly deceased bodies so that they
might one day be revived and treated for
whatever caused them to perish.
Flying Afghan Airlines
The last passenger loaded on board Ariana
Afghan Airlines Flight 956 was stretched out
in a coffin. This was a fortunate thing for the
dead man or woman.
Lenin's preservers in a real pickle
Times are not so good in the
dictator-preservation business. What with
democracy rearing its inconvenient head in
many formerly communist countries, a lot of
the old clients of Moscow's Research Institute
on Biological Structures -- the folks who keep
Vladimir Lenin looking perpetually calm --
are, well, going under. And new commissions
are not exactly flooding in.
"As best I can tell, there
currently are about 59
Americans, out of a
population of more than
300 million, whose parents
decided, out of the infinite
universe of possible name
combinations, to call us
Howard Witt. Howard
Witts come in all shapes
and sizes. Most of us are
Christian, and some of us
are Catholic; a few are
Jewish. There are white
Howard Witts and black
Howard Witts. We are
registered as Democrats,
Independents. We are
spread across 26 states."