In honor of the 60th anniversary of "Star Trek" I present something I wrote on Facebook ten years ago. All the sentiments still hold true.
So it's fifty years tonight since the first episode of "Star Trek" aired. We toasted it over dinner at my house and then Eldest and I went downstairs to watch "Plato's Stepchildren" on blu-ray. Had to stop before television's first interracial kiss between Kirk and Uhura because it's a school night.
I have a million memories of watching TOS and all the spin-offs up til I decided I hated "Voyager" and "Enterprise." My favorite though has got to be working on-set as a Star Fleet Instructor on the first JJ Abrams movie in Cal State Northridge, Long Beach City Hall and some WW2 era zeppelin hanger halfway between LA and San Diego.
It wasn't just being part of something I'd loved since I was a kid. It was being on-set, working when Leonard Nimoy came out as elderly, alternate time-line Ambassador Spock and being the first one on my feet clapping, starting the standing ovation that went on forever, beaming as The One True Spock grinned back at all us starstruck nerds and flashing that Vulcan salute back to every one of us.
I've had great days on great sets before and since, but that moment of breathing the same air as my childhood hero, working ever so briefly on the same job? That was the best. Just like him. Just like "Star Trek."
LLAP.
