(Photo by Terry Page.) Since leaving a withering aerospace engineering career in 1994, Douglas Page (aka Harry Black-Tongue, aka the Silver Fox) has been writing about science, medicine, and  marriage peril from the Panic Room. It's a full time job. The first thing he wrote, "Summit, Cinders, and Other Ashes", a story about scattering his Dad's ashes on the tracks at Summit, won First Prize in the 1994 Writer's Digest Writing Competition.  Okay, maybe it wasn't the Pulitzer, but it gave him all the audacity he needed to exchange his TRW badge for a word processor - no matter how impulsive it seemed to some at the time. "How can you turn your back on all that aerospace money?" was the chestnut of the day. Alas, the $500 first prize paid rent that month.   Subsequently, he married well, joined the National Writers Union, moved to the mountains, and as of the end of 2011 had sold over 1,800 stories to dozens of magazines. One article, a story that appeared in the January 2006 issue of Forensic Magazine titled "Life in a Disaster Morgue", earned a Tabbie Award in the Best Feature Article category. Ya, still not the Pulitzer, but....     Page is former Technology Correspondent for Fire Chief Magazine, and contributing editor of Diagnostic Imaging, Science Spectra, and Homeland Protection Professional magazines, all now defunct. (It wasn't his fault.) His marriage peril column appeared for three years in Troika (also now defunct, also not his fault), a quirky Volvo socialist journal of wit, wisdom, and wherewithal, whose editor phoned one  morning to inform him that his "Air-Kiss 'n Tell" story - the saga of a have-to in Hollywood - had inspired a phone call from DreamWorks SKG, whereupon Steven Spielberg took a subscription. It's all true.