An anthropomorphic coyote who basically runs his own space program. Rocket's life has it's ups and downs. He builds them, flies them, then picks up the pieces and heads back to the den to build a better rocket next time. Rocket serves as the mascot for a unique program in Michigan Wing of the Civil Air Patrol--the Michigan Wing Model Rocketry Encampment--where CAP members (usually cadets) learn the art of model rocketry during the same week as the basic Summer Encampment. His likeness appears on course materials, and the coyote makes appearances throughout the week to boost morale, and awareness of the model rocketry program. This takes place at Alpena's Combat Readiness Training Center (CRTC) which is renamed "Camp Rocket T. Coyote" while he roams the base.

This howler is seldom seen without one of his tried-and-true rockets in his paws. He is the fandom's rocket scientist. He has lost more rockets than most of you have attended furcons and is constantly searching for new rockets to upgrade his ever-expanding fleet of miniature space vehicles and missiles.

In no particular order....

1) The first thing I remember ever doing was lining up wooden clothes pins on the edge of the metal tray on my baby stroller before I was a year old.

2) The first song I remember hearing on the radio was "The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane" by The Ames Brothers.

3) I shorted out the power at my elementary school while in kindergarten by shoving a paperclip hook from a toy wooden crane into an electrical outlet.

4) I came home early one afternoon because the neighbor kids were throwing stones. My parents sent me back out to call my brothers home for supper and a thrown stone knocked out my front tooth. That was the day before my 11th birthday.

5) At age 10, I decided that there was no Santa Claus. So he visited while I recovered from severe frostbite to the face and a case of Chicken Pox.