J.T. Solo loves gawking at 1970’s pulp scifi covers, researching minute details of modern space travel (especially when it comes to colonizing Mars), and confesses that Fermi’s Paradox keeps him up at night. He lives on the west coast with his furry cat named Tribble.
Although he’s never flown into space, he did fly on an airplane to (somewhere not very exciting: Arkansas? Oklahoma?) once.
His favorite foods all start with the letter G.
(He should have a companion of some kind, either human or pet. Or else be a hermit who lives alone, but is very popular on various sci-fi forums.)