<t>Remember seeing this in the foreword of a book of Asimov's favorite limericks:<br/> <br/> It was, in truth, an eager youth<br/> Who halted me one day.<br/> He gazed in bliss at me, and this<br/> Is what he had to say:<br/> <br/> "Why, mazel tov, it's Asimov,<br/> A blessing on your head!<br/> For...