You ain't the only survivor, Mad Maudlin. On the day Isaac died I stood in my living room and cried. It signalled the passing of an era. Heinlein, Niven, Asimov, Anderson, etc. Some gone some still with us. the new guys have a whole different flavor.

But that's the thread creep we need to avoid.

I'm a Mudwookie, brash and big,
Naked, without a leaf of fig,
Before I take another swig,
I need a huge full body wig.