Stardate. Captain Kirk, the original Captain Kirk, comes to mind. And inconveniently airing during dinner time. My parents – usually quite strict – made allowances for Star Trek for some reason. I have a dim recollection of being at the dinner table with my other seven siblings, and my eighth sibling, Tom, absent from the table and sitting cross-legged on the floor in the playroom, finishing up the episode before joining us.
I know there is something wrong with my memory. We always started dinner with Grace. And we all had to sit down for the family dinner. Together.
I have to go to work now and can’t finish this. Whether it will ever be finished, I don’t know. But the urge to write came upon me. The urge to get something started with my website. And what better than sending my thoughts into the universe via means I don’t understand. But Captain Kirk would.
Stardate. May we all live long and prosper.
