Star Trek afternoons
All these warm, sunny days make me think of being 12 years old, cool and happy watching television for hours in our dark, cocoon-like basement. No exercise, no running around sweating at the park, just Froot Loops and the tube. We’d watch my sister’s favorite, Speed Racer, then Gilligan’s Island, the Brady Bunch was next, I think, followed by Star Trek, then Emergency…
Ah… Johnny Gage, you fox you. But Star Trek, that was the best. The comforting theme music, the Troglodytes, the Tribbles. The sexy girls, the fake rocks, the fights.