Friday, February 27, 2015

Goodnight Spock.

In the spirit of honesty, I haven't been a Trekkie since birth like Jeff.  

When Jeff and I started dating, I vaguely recognized William Shatner.  I couldn't pick Captain Picard out of a line up and I didn't have any clue what a Vulcan was.  When Jeff mentioned "the bridge", I assumed he was talking about an actual bridge.  I'm pretty sure by the time we got married, we'd made it though hundreds of episodes of The Next Generation and I was on the fence between marrying Jeff or running away with Patrick Stewart.  And now, I not only know what a Klingon is, but I have met several and could speak it if necessary!  Heck, we spent our honeymoon at Quark's Bar....right after we stood on "the bridge".

The death of Leonard Nemoy, an original Trekkie, is heartbreaking.  Spock spanned generations, from our parents to our children.  He was undoubtedly, my first Star Trek love.  No matter how illogical that seems.

Live long and proper.
 



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