Stardate: 1482

The same way that scientists use DNA for genetic decoding, I use Megos to decode my brain. I believe my first Mego was Robin the boy wonder, purchased by my mother circa 1974. My next Mego was given to me by grandfather Issac or Irving or Ernie depending on who you ask. 24 hours later Tarzan wound up becoming Candy's, my grandfather's black lab, chew toy. I was incensed! My next Mego memory takes place in kindergarten. Every week I brought in a bag of Megos for show and tell in a yellow sack with white draw strings that my father probably picked up at a garage sale. The other kids probably got tired of my song and dance. One year had passed and I was still playing with Megos. It was my first grade birthday party. It was going ok, kind of lack luster and then I opened my presents. I finally got to Patrick Christiano's gift. It was Batman! I know what you are all thinking" how could he receive Robin before Batman"? I just did, deal with it. I forgot to mention that somewhere between kindergarten and first grade my grandmother Fannie bought me the BatMobile. Fannie is my Mothers Mom. Ernie happens to be my paternal grandfather since we are all here to learn about me. My friend Billy Kelly used to spend a couple of weeks every summer down the shore. That's how the Goyams spent their summers. You will learn a great deal about Bik as time goes on. Anyway he brought back the Thing one summer he had one for a Quarter on the boardwalk. I was envious but he was a great friend and he let me borrow him. Back to Patrick Christino for a minute. The reason why I remember him so vividly is because his family was just about the nicest people I have ever met and because that was the last time we were ever in a class together. I liked the second grade so much I decided to spend another year in it. Anyway along the way I acquired many Megos including Spider man, Captain Kirk(my name sake), The enterprise play set, the Batcave, etc. Now lets jump to the fourth grade. Enter Joe Catina the resident tough kid. He had a ton of Megos. The most impressive figure in his collection was the Falcon. The only black Mego superhero. The Falcon had wings and custom made boots. I think I wound up buying a bunch of Joe's figures off of him around the time he started dating girls. Did I mention that Joe had hair on his chest in the fourth grade? The next Mego milestone came from a suprising source: Annette Friedman. She and my mother came back from a garage sale with GI Joe Headquaters and a bunch of Star Trek figures and playsets. I kept the Star Trek stuff and Billy Friedman kept the Joe stuff, and not the Hasbro crap I mean the 12" 1960's line. What a great haul. My Grandma Fannie and my Aunt Shirly used to take my sister and me into the city for Broadway plays and comic book conventions. The comic book conventions came a little later, about 3 or 4 year later. The obscure Megos were selling for 20 to 80 dollars a figure at this point. This was in 1980, 1982. I forgot to mention that my sister always had a soft spot in her heart for Aquaman. You could purchase this figure one of two ways, by himself or with a shark. Thank you Jaws. One of my last prepubescent memories of Megos besides the ones that are 15 feet away from me.(Kirk and Superman) come from my friend IB who had a boat load of these figures. Needless to say I had grand designs on all of them but to no avail. The last Mego I received was purchased by my father and it was of course Robin. Megos were not the most durable of toys but they were the best. Another thing I should mention is that my father did not buy me presents often but the ones he did buy me I remember vividly including a three sectional staff. Kind of like Ralphi and that air rifle. Miguel Perez bought a how to book for the staff. A Christmas present he gave me after his house burned down but that's a story for a later blog. Today these Megos serve two functions. One, they keep me lucid, and two, they are worth a fortune. A Falcon or the Thor Mego in mint condition would easily sell on e-bay for $200 at the minimum. The Batcave is probably priceless at this point. So if you have these buried in your basement and your having trouble paying your rent come see me, I mean sell them on E-bay and by your self a nice present. Like a Mercedes.

Stardate: unknown

Who am I? Where did I come from? How are babies made? Who's god? What does he look like? These are the types of questions that your typical garden variety four year old would ask . You can find the answers to the third, fourth and fifth/third questions on cable at 3:am by turning on HBO or by finding that Charelton Heston infomercial/cartoon where he performs all the voices of your favorite bible characters including a ducks voice. So I decided last week it was time to ask the other questions and seeing how I am 35 years old I figured I had better get a move on. So I did what anybody else would do this day and age including that lovable four year old. I googled it. Within an hour I came to find out that once upon a time I was called Carlton Keith Leggett. By Searching the North Carolina birth index, 1800-2000 I found out that the name of my birth father was James C Leggett. I have to admit that after viewing this document my heart started pounding a little faster. After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing I came to realize that I wasn't having a stroke and that I needed a bucket of coffee and sleeve of twip asap. After refueling I started searching the index for possible siblings. I found a Wendy Renee leggett born in 1968 with a birth father listed as Jim c leggett. After learning all of this new information I called Jack, the man I call dad. I told him what I discovered and with out missing a beat he told me that my birth mother had abandon me with the baby sitter and that I had two sisters. Some of this info I knew but not many of the specifics. Within two minutes of getting off the phone with my father my mother called. She told me that my father called and said "Your son wants to know about his roots" and then he promptly hung up on her. Then she said to me "oh so you have decided to wake up"? And then she proceeded to tell me that I had a younger brother. This caught me off guard too say the least. (back to the index he went) At this point my wife had just walked in the door. So I told her about the eventful afternoon I had and in her very compassionate way she asked me if I was ok and that she loved me. I told her I was fine. She noticed that I was shaking in my chair and then asked me again if I was ok. I told her not to worry that I had four cups of coffee and two cans of twip in the last 5 hours or so, and that was the reason I was shaking. For the next hour I could do nothing but stare at myself in the mirror imagining what they could look like and the only images that came to mind were a bunch of angels with my face on them. Good stuff. For the last week or so I have been searching adoption registries and researching adoption laws. NC and the state where my adoption was finalized New Jersey happen to be two of the most restrictive states in the country concerning adoption. Luckily for me my parents have a good deal of info. Anyway I am now on phase two of my google adoption search. The Search For My Birth Mothers Name. I have somebody working on it for me and I have a good lead so hopefully I will know something by next week or so. By the way welcome to my blog.