Andrew Justin Fleming was born at the very peak of Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. (For those of you not familiar with the area, you should go...the climb is worth it). Before old enough to actually form memories, he was living in Detroit. After ten years of dodging bullets, it was decided that Detroit was simply too exciting a place to live. So, off he was to the little town of Milford, about 45 minutes outside of Detroit.  Now here was a nice, pleasant, and well-kept town with nice, pleasant, and well-kept people who lived nice, pleasant, and well-kept lives.  Essentially, and as Andrew quickly learned, the best thing to do in Milford was leave.

It took eight painful years, but he succeeded and ended up in none other than Houghton. Oh, you've never heard of it? It's in the Upper Peninsula (yes, there are two peninsulas to Michigan). There he learned such important skills as going several weeks without seeing the Sun, snow-shoeing, and building enormous structures from nothing but snow. He also picked up a degree in physics from Michigan Technological University in his spare time. After four years of living where it snows from September to May, and where moose are more populous than women, Andrew moved to the complete opposite end of the social spectrum.

He now resides in Manhattan, a little island whose population density is akin to placing everyone on the entire planet within the state lines of Texas (though I'm sure it would be very difficult to get everyone to agree to do it). Since arriving in the bustling metropolis of the Big Apple, he has earned a Master's degree in Astrophysics from Columbia University in between brunches and dinners with movie stars. He is currently looking for a career in the "real world" from which he has hidden all this time in academia. He can be spotted at all the great swing dances, cheap happy hours, and occasionally wandering Central Park with sign reading, "Out of work astrophysicist; will solve equations of the universe for food or money."