Wednesday, May 3, 2017

A tale of never growing up


  I wish I could remember the first time I saw Star Trek.  I think it was "Arena" with the Gorn, but I'm not sure.  What I do remember is the friend's house where I often watched Trek (although I can't remember the friend) in Bismark.  This would've been the summer of 1972.  I moved to Butte, MT later that year or early '73, second grade at any rate.  Butte is where my love of Star Trek blossomed.  It was where I found the novelizations of the series by James Blish at the local Ben Franklin store.  There was a used bookstore that carried stills from the show that I bought and pinned up all over my room.  There was Woolworths where I got my Mego figures and the bridge as well as models and that big, ugly phaser toy.  I even got the communicator walkie talkies for my birthday.  But what I really remember was J C Penney.  Second floor.  Boys department.  1975.


  This shirt was my prized possession and has never left my memories.  I had a couple of friends who would build cardboard sets and armed with our model ships and our model phasers and communicators we made up our own adventures.  
  I just ran across this shirt in a trunk and it brought the biggest smile to my face.  My lovely wife had cleaned it and put it away for me a long time ago.  I thought it was lost.  I bring this up because I recently bought the Anovos Season One shirt and have the Wand Company phaser and communicator.


  I haven't grown up.  I probably won't grow up.  Why?  'cause I don't wanna grow up.  Beam me up and Live Long and Prosper.

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