• Life,  Philosophy,  Television

    Star Trek Memories, The Early Years

    by Picture, if you will: a small child sitting in his father’s lap. It’s the early 1970s. 1974, maybe 1973. He’s blonde and cute, and he’s waiting for a television show to start, if not quite as patiently as his father. He does not know what the show is called, only that there are spaceships and aliens and it’s cool. The show starts. There are spaceships, there are aliens, and it’s cool. But most of that doesn’t stick into his long-term memory, not right away, not this time. What he remembers is the giant space amoeba. The child is me and I’m remembering “The Immunity Syndrome”, sitting in my father’s…