Somewhere in my parents' garage is a complete set of these. (image from picclick.ca) Not me. But this week, as you ought to know, is the 50th anniversary of the first airing of Star Trek.
It may sound a little weird, but few things or people have had a grander effect on me than that show—specifically The Next Generation series, which I remember watching in syndication at 4 p.m. during our last couple of years living in Pullman, when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I remember being frustrated when every so often there’d be some kind of after-school educational special instead of TNG. I remember watching the best-of special hosted by Jonathan Frakes leading up to the showing of the series finale (and I remember my brother and I videotaping it on VHS for repeated later viewings). I remember molding all my other childhood playings after Star Trek: I built Trek-themed Legos, I went as a Trek character for Halloween multiple times, I doodled Trek ships. (more…)
