Feel the Breeze...UPDATED

Its Summer!

Summertime makes me think of cruisin' down the expressway listening to toe-tappin' songs turned up high while the top is down in the SAAB convertible.

Here's a few of my recent favorites:

and this:

and an oldie but geeky:The Oneders!

Uhhh, that's "The Wonders".

UPDATE: Cindy reminded me of a most excellent song that we used to listen to - "Temptation Eyes" by The Grass Roots. Unfortunately, the only good version of the song has been put to an anime video.

It doesn't matter - the song is that good!

Love 'em? Hate 'em? Let me know! Feel free to reveal a favorite or two of your own...

It's Wednesday!

Which means its Comic Book Day!

*
Wait? What's that over there? Is it possible?

Could there be a hot girl in the comic shop?

*Just so you know, Power Girl is an actual superhero. Power Girl is Kara Zor-L, the Earth-Two counterpart of Supergirl and the first cousin of the Earth-Two Superman. The infant Power Girl's parents enabled her to escape the destruction of Krypton. Although she left the planet at the same time that Superman did, her ship took much longer to reach Earth-Two.

Power Girl (now Karen Starr) sports a bob of blond hair, wears a distinctive white, red and blue costume, and has an aggressive fighting style. Possessing superhuman strength and the ability to fly, she is a member of the Justice Society of America and the team's first chairwoman.

So there.

One Day

Father's Day brought me both a card from Malcolm:

And this poem from Jenna:

For You,
On Father's Day

A day a year
One day out of many,
Chosen to celebrate a person
in someone's life.

One day.

Just one day
Seems so short,
For such an important influence
Like you.

One day.

All the cards you've signed,
All the gifts you've chosen,
All the candy in the
Supermarket lines.

One day.

All the card games,
Teaching chess,
swearing during
Chutes and Ladders.

One day.

One day chosen
To remember all the moments
We've shared,
All the moments
We'll never forget.

And the one day
That comes once a year
just doesn't seem like enough
For someone as important,
As special,
As loved,
As someone like
My father.

Dunblane

On Monday, during our week in Edinburgh, we boarded a train at Haymarket Station a little after 11AM. We were told that due to a bank holiday the train would NOT run all the way to Dunblane. Rather, we had to get off the train much earlier and board a bus that would take us to Dunblane - over an hour later than planned.

Grumpily, I thought to myself "We're hauling our asses all over Scotland to have lunch with the mother of some guy that Dave knows - and his name is Dave, too. Why are we doing this? We don't even know these people. This is a waste of time."

After an abbreviated train ride and a long bus ride, we arrived in Dunblane Station. We were assured that the busses would be running well into the evening so we planned on being back here for the ride home. We disembarked from the bus and waiting for us was Dave Clark and his brother Steven. Brief introductions were made and we climbed into their cars. Dave and Lisa got into the smaller car with David while Katie, Steve and I went with Steven and his daughter, Molly - 7 years old. Katie and I sat in the backseat with Molly between us.

While Steven talked to Steve about the local history Katie and I talked to Molly. We have never met a more polite or precocious little girl in our lives. She was fascinating. She talked to us about her stuffed animals (named after old british catoon characters), the local lands ("Sheep like it here - but not over there") and her schooling. Then she said, "I have a favorite character, you know."

"And who would that be?" I asked, expecting a Spongebob-type of reply.

She sat a little straighter and with a slight grin, "Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Really?" Katie and I said in unison.

"Oh, yes," she said, "He's quite wonderful, you know."

In fact, we did know. Captain Jack Sparrow is from the Pirates of the Caribbean:The Curse of the Black Pearl and a great movie. What surprised us was that Molly knew who he was. Molly's encyclopedic knowledge of the character was amazing and she was even able to detail some of his motivations for being a pirate. Clearly, this was NOT your average 7 year-old girl.

When I had the opportunity to do so I listened in on Steve and Steven's conversation. From what brief snippets of conversation that I could hear Steven is well-versed in the history of his homeland and is quite the storyteller, too. The fact that "our" Steven is a history-buff must have made the ride fly by for him.

We continued on, through gorgeous winding roads in the wilds of Scotland, until at last we spied Drummond Castle. Mrs. Clark lives in Torlum Cottage on the grounds of the estate, and this is where lunch would be held. We passed the stonewall surrounding the fields on the right and came up to the cottage.

We pulled into the drive and climbed out from the back of the car. In the picture window we saw two older ladies, both smiling and waving enthusatically. I assumed that one of them was our hostess and I thought for sure she was waving at her boys until I realized that the greeting was for us.

They were waving at us, like we were long-lost relatives finally home again.

Whatever earlier misgivings I had about the trip to Dunblane disappeared in this instant.

We had come home to Dunblane.

Kath and Helen

We went around to the back door, where the house abuts a small garden and a lovely, rolling hillside. I would later discover that Helen (Mrs. Clark) has to shoo away the deer that walk up to the backdoor and eat her bushes. We went inside, and the first thing I noticed was the sense of belonging. The house was warm, full of great smells and many people. Introductions began. David introduced us to his Mom, Helen Clark, her best friend, Kath and David's partner Paolo. Through Steven we met his wife Jackie and their 16 year old son, Douglas. We had already met their daughter Molly. Then Helen explained that her son Andrew was going to be late but he would be arriving with his wife and their newborn.

We introduced ourselves to the Clark's, laughing when we realized that Helen's son's names matched the names of the men on the trip from Boston. Helen laughed (a hearty laugh) and claimed that it was fate that brought us together.

Then they offered us a glass of wine and led us into their dining room. This was a small area (it IS a cottage, after all) and all of the furniture was pushed against the walls. A buffet table stood to one side, covered in bread, chips, veggies, you name it - all from Marks & Spenser. It looked like a Thanksgiving Day spread.

I soon found myself in a conversation with Jackie and her son, Douglas. The family was together to celebrate Jackie's upcoming 40th birthday. Douglas and I discussed music, Colorado, skiing and drinking. At one point I looked over to see that Molly had perched herself on a stool near the small fridge - a vantage point that allowed everyone to have to talk to her.

Imagine my surprise when I looked over later on and found Molly holding court with Lisa and Katie who were listening intently to her tales.

Clearly, this young girl is a marvel.

Helen offered me a bowl of soup, while David challenged me to decide which soup I preferred more - his mother's or his own. My choices were a leek soup and a pea soup and neither would say who made which one. I accepted a bowl of the leek and, after careful tasting, declared that the leek soup was simply outstanding. The smile from Helen told me I chose wisely.

As I ate my soup and drank my wine I sat and talked with Kath for awhile. Kath has only known Helen for 12 years or so but they behave as if they have know each other all their lives. Kath and Helen have had some adventures, too. These adventures usually involve drinking and vacations. Nevertheless, I think that Kath was quite the flirt in her day and could probably give women half her age a run for their money. Helen joined us and began to tell me stories about her children. One story that stands out was about Jackie and Steven.

Jackie was apparantly the little neighbor girl next door. When Steven was 10(?) and Jackie was five, she used to come over to the house to see if Steven could come out to play. Which Steven politely did - for a while. As Steven got older, he outgrew playing with the little kid next door and moved on. Flash forward to college, and Jackie (who has stayed in touch with the family) told Helen that she was coming home for a visit. Helen made sure that Steven was home for her arrival.

Allow me to interrupt here. Have you ever seen "It's a Wonderful Life"? Do you remember the scene at the school dance when George approaches Mary, who is immediately smitten at spotting the man on whom she's had a crush since childhood? Do you remember how smitten George was with her after this meeting?

THIS is how the meeting between Steven and Jackie played out. They have been together ever since.

Later, I actually mentioned this similarity between her and the scene from the movie to Jackie. She smiled and said, "It was exactly like that."

"So you married the boy that you had loved ever since you were five years old?"

"Yes, I did. Ever since I was a little girl I knew that he would be the man I would marry."

Doesn't your heart just melt??

With another drink in hand (glenlivet) we sat down to eat. Helen once again proved a gracious hostess. She had heard that I was willing to try haggis - the ancient Scottish delicacy - and was glad to make sure that it was available for me. Furthermore, she made sure that there was an entire tray of vegetarian sandwiches for Katie.

For the next hour this house was full of good food, conversation and laughter. During this time Andrew, his wife and newborn arrived and more voices and laughter were added to the din. During this time I learned that Helen and Kath like to travel together. Katie and I extended an open invitation to Helen, Kath and the whole family if they ever arrive on our shores. They may just take us up on it.

After eating but before dessert we decided to take a walk over to Drummond Castle to see the gardens. On this journey were myself, Katie, Steve, Dave and Lisa. Our hosts included David, Paolo, Douglas, Louis (Doug's older brother and the source of some mischief in Colorado) and, of course, Molly. We walked down the country lane a bit to the roadway to the castle. Looking back over my shoulder I saw the cottage, and some closer inhabitants.

Looking beyond the cows, I realized that we were closer to the highlands than I was led to believe.

Truly breathtaking.

After we stopped and talked with some cows we continued on the path to Dunblane. The grounds are amazing. Old stone walls covered with moss that are lined with ancient trees are everywhere. The walking/bike paths go for miles through the property. I was walking with Douglas and Louis. As they talked to me they were also playing with Molly, who is clearly the apple of their eye. Both explained how when they were younger they used to ride their bikes all through this place, playing army, or knights or any other imaginative games. Meanwhile, Molly ran around, gleefully taking in the surroundings.

We came to an intersection where David was pointing out some aspect of the landscape when Molly cried out, "Oh! Don't get too close to the Goblin Bush!"

"The what?" I asked. "The Goblin Bush?"

She pointed excitedly. "The Goblin Bush! If you get too close then the wee beasties will get you!"

I looked over at her older brothers. "The Goblin Bush? Where did she ever hear that story?" I asked dryly.

Quietly (and proudly), both boys explained that ever since Molly was little they would come over here to play or take walks. One day the boys told her that this massive, overhanging bush was really a Goblin Bush, and if you got too close to it then the beasties would come out and grab you. Usually, while one of them was telling this tale, the other brother had already crawled into the shrubbery and shook the branches whenever Molly started to come near.

I laughed out loud. Boys will be boys, even in Scotland.

Molly ran over to me and warned me again not to get too close to the Goblin Bush. With all the seriousness I could muster I thanked her for her warning and explained that "letting the Goblins get me would be bad, because only a few moments would pass in their world while our here many years could pass in the blink of an eye."

"I know!" She squealed. "Dinnae let the wee beasties take ye!"

With a nod to the boys, and Molly running ahead of us now, we continued towards the castle. After passing through the gate that Liam Neeson rode through as "Rob Roy" we walked across the cobblestone courtyard and we saw this -

The dominant feature of the garden is a St Andrew’s Cross with the multiplex 17th century sundial at its centre. A strong north-south axis runs through the garden, down the impressive flight of steps to the sundial, through the classical archway and kitchen garden beyond, cutting a swathe through woodland before rising to the top of the opposing hillside. This idea of drawing the countryside into the garden is essentially French; however, Drummond is an eclectic garden and also rooted firmly in the Italian style with its fountains, terracing, urns and statuary.

It is simply stunning.

This is the view of the castle from the stairs.

As we walked the grounds we uncovered a greenhouse, a peacock and a marble bridge, with a great view of the castle and the keep.

We strolled through the garden for over an hour when we realized that it was near to 5PM, when the gatekeeper is slated to leave. We made our way back up the path and started the short journey back to the cottage. Along the way Andrew and his wife pulled up in the car. They needed to head home and wanted to say goodbye to David, Paolo and the wayward Americans. We bid them safe journey as we passed the cows once again.

Upon arriving at the Clark's house, dessert was ready. There was cheesecake (Marks & Spenser), coffee and scotch. I had all three. We sat and talked some more. Steven even told me the correct pronunciation of quaich. Basically, you have to roll the "ch" in the back of your throat. This would come in handy later, because I knew that I wanted to bring one of these home with us.

Around 7-ish, we realized that we had been here over 6 hours without missing a beat. We could have stayed a lot longer but we had a bus and a train to catch. Next thing we knew, they had arranged for a cab to pick us up and bring us back to Dunblane. Before we left, we wanted a photo of the family - minus Andrew and his family, unfortunately. They gathered at the back garden:

L to R:Steven, Douglas, David, Louis, Molly, Jackie, Kath, Helen & Paolo
I wish we could remember the dog's name. To quote Katie - "She was a cutie-pie!"

Our taxi arrived, Helen gave us a bag of sandwiches and snacks to bring with us. I paused and looked at the front garden in the evening light.

Somebody exitedly called out and pointed over the castle grounds. A rainbow had appeared and descended nearby. All agreed this was a good omen, indeed. With hugs all around, we got into the cab and waved goobye to the Clark's - people that I really hope that we see again.

And yet, our day was not over yet.

The cabride home was full of beautiful scenary:

Also, we had a cabdriver so full of local color he had his own pallette. He was 70 if a day and I remember him telling us that his wife had gone on vacation with their daughter. I asked when he would get his vacation and, with an accent as thick as haggis he said, "This is it. They're out of the house and its quiet for a change."

Needless to say, the ride back to Dunblane was full of laughter, too.

When we arrived at the train station the taxi driver told us that the fare had been paid by the Clark's. We silently thanked them and tipped him anyway. A very efficient rail employee told us that the bus wouldn't arrive for 25 minutes or so. After walking the tiny town square for a few minutes Steve and I decided to stop into the Village Bar for a quick pint while we waited for the bus. Katie, Dave and Lisa declined to join us. Lisa was particularly nervous about missing the bus so we put her on watch duty.

Steve and I crossed the street, walked through the door and bellied up to the end of the bar that was full of locals. We waited for a minute or so when a burly guy in a white shirt stepped in behind the bar. "Evenin' gents. What'll ya have?"

Steve ordered a Fosters (I think) while I asked for whatever he recommended on tap. He poured me an ale while I asked, "What is it?"

"I'll tell you in a minute" he replied good-naturedly as he continued to pour my drink.

After that minute passed he came over and introduced himself. We introduced ourselves to Tommy as we settled our tab. Tommy explained that it was an anniversary brew of a local ale. I cannot for the life of me remember its name. As I started drinking my beer Lisa came running into the bar and yelled "The bus is here!" and ran out again.

Tommy looked at me and then looked at my full glass. "Oh well", I said. "We can't let it go to waste" and I drained the glass in one long, continuous motion. Tommy nodded his approval; so did a couple of other patrons. We thanked Tommy for his hospitality and ran outside to catch the bus.

The wrong bus.

We looked at Lisa who said, "I thought it was the right one. The time is getting close you know."

Steve and I looked at each other and said, "We're going back to the bar."

We quickly told everyone how cool we thought the place was and Dave and Katie decided to join us. Lisa, ever-vigilant, remained on bus duty.

We walked back in. Tommy asked loudly "What happened?" and the patrons laughed when we said "Wrong bus." Then I introduced Dave and Katie to Tommy and asked for another round. We talked to Tommy for 20 minutes or so. He asked us where we were from and told us that he was visiting with friends from America at the back table. Tommy was a congenial guy and a damn fine bartender. In short order he made us feel like we had been coming there for years.

Finally the bus arrived. Now comfortably full of scottish ale we boarded the bus to bring us to the train to bring us back to Murrayfield. We boarded the 2nd level of the bus and sat right up front. What a great way to sight-see.

In fact, we saw more than we bargained for.

Steve has an interest in engineering marvels. Apparantly one of the most innovative engineering designs is currently in Falkirk, Scotland. The Falkirk Wheel is a rotating boat lift connecting the Forth and Clyde with the Unions Canal. The difference in the levels of the two canals at the wheel is equivalent to the height of an eight story building. Steve managed to see this structure off in the distance and was very excited that one of the bus stops was in Falkirk. After we dropped of the passenger at Falkirk a voice rang out from downstairs. The bus driver had asked if Steve would like to get a closer look at the Falkirk Wheel. "Can we do that?" Steve asked.

"Sure - why not? We're not busy."

The bus turned around and made its way to higher ground, affording Steve some fantastic views of this magnificent structure.

We enjoyed the rest of the ride by marveling at how amazing this entire day had been.

We decided to walk back home from the train station and on the way we stopped at the Roseburn fora quick nightcap.

This is a great bar on a corner site near Murrayfield stadium. It is spacious with high ceilings, and lots of room at the bar. We sat at a booth near the door.

It was near to 10PM and the sky was still a deep blue, not quite night. This place reminded us of Doyle's somewhat, and we decided we would be back later in the week for a longer visit. We paid the tab and headed out into the cool, Scottish air. We made a leisurely pace down Corstorphine and finally arrived at home near to 10:30PM.

Exhausted, we headed to bed and went to sleep with full bellies and a lifetime of memories.

This was my favorite day of the trip.

June 4th, 1982

"At the end of the universe lies the beginning of vengeance!"

It was an overcast evening when Chris Richmond, George Withers and I pulled up to the Pembroke Cinema in George's 78 Impala - affectionately nicknamed "The Boat". We took the stairs two at a time, threw open the doors and asked for tickets to the 7:10 showing.

It was sold out.

Undaunted, we bought our tickets and sat down on some benches and prepared to wait the 2+ hours for the next showing. While we sat we talked about our expectations for the movie. "This one looks different." "Could it be better than the first movie?" "Do you really think he dies?" After a while the Burger King across the street beckoned to us. "Quarter Pounder with cheezzzze - come on over!" We were in the middle of deciding which one of us was going to make the food run when the portly theater manager shuffled over to say hi.

"You guys are real fans, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," we replied. "We missed the first show, though..."

"No problem, guys. Run over to BK and get something to eat."

"Nah," I said. "We want to keep our place in line.

The manager laughed. "Its no problem. I'll make sure you guys get in first. Go on - eat!"

Armed with assurances, we crossed Route 139 (never recommended at any time) and ordered food. My usual at BK? A Quarter-Pounder with Cheese (no tomato, extra onion), a large fries, onion rings and a large drink. I have no idea what George and Chris got, although George's order was usually "Hamburger. Plain. Nothing on it."

We ran back to the cinema, food in hand, to find that a line had formed. We took our seat on the benches and geeked out for another half hour or so, while we chowed. Finally, the first show was let out. By the time we finished eating, it was getting close to our showtime, so we got up and made our way to the head of the line. Some old guy (late 20's easy) said, "Hey. The line forms in back!"

We ignored him.

He raised his voice a bit and repeated himself. As I turned to say something to him the manager came out of nowhere and got right in this guy's face, stating "These guys have been waiting here since 7 o'clock. They're going in first" at which time he threw open the double doors with flourish and allowed us into the show - 2 minutes before everyone else entered. We strategically located ourselves six rows from the front in the center seats and sat down to finally - FINALLY - see our movie. The lights dimmed, the sound came up and the time had come.

Star Trek II - The Wrath of Khan had begun.

For the next 113 minutes I sat transfixed - in awe, really - of this film. This was a character driven film, made obvious by the fact that as the movie begins Admiral James T. Kirk is spending his 52nd birthday reviewing a training exercise. As expected, Lieutenant Saavik has lost the "no-win" Kobayashi Maru scenario, "a test of character" rigged so that every cadet fails. When she questions her performance, Kirk assures her that "A no-win situation is a possibility every commander may face." Further, he counsels, "How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life." Little does Kirk know that he will soon face his own "no-win scenario". Outside the training room, Kirk thanks Captain Spock for his birthday gift - an antique copy of A Tale of Two Cities.

Wow! In 15 minutes we had more characterization than in all of Star Trek - The Motion Picture.

Gone were the lifeless sets and performances from Star Trek - The Motion Picture. In its place was fantastic Enterprise bridge, Kirk's apartment in San Francisco, Romulan Ale ( for "medicinal purposes"), The Kobayashi Maru scenario, Lieutenant Saavik, (She has pointy ears and she said "Damn"! What's up with that?) the "red jacket" uniform (a red double-breasted tunic over a color-coded turtleneck shirt), the USS Reliant (first time a different starship design was ever seen on-screen), Project Genesis being run by molecular biologist Dr. Carol Marcus (Kirk's old flame??), her son, David Marcus (guess who dad is?). Chekov's realization that he and Captain Terrell were on the "Botany Bay" and, finally, Khan.

Khan steals the Reliant, eager to claim Project: Genesis as his own. Admiral Kirk and the Enterprise are responding to the distress call from Dr. Marcus and meet Khan en route. Kirk ignores standard starship protocols and Khan unleashes hell upon the unshielded Enterprise. I watched transfixed - in horror - as phasers sliced through the unprotected hull of the Enterprise.

This was new.

Before this film I had never seen the physical scarring resulting from this type of damage. We’d never seen the ship in pain. We’d never seen “cool” space battles resulting in burned and bloodied crewmen on Star Trek before. What used to be fun was now a bit scary - and I loved it.

Kirk used a little-known trick to fight off the Reliant and limps back to Regula 1 and Project: Genesis. I won't bore you with all the details but the movie climaxes with a battle inside the Mutara Nebula, where Kirk subsequently outmaneuvers Khan by taking advantage of all three dimensions of space. The scene where the Enterprise and the Reliant are stalking each other is very reminiscient of a WWII Destroyer seeking a submarine that is running silent. It was a tense, edge-of-your-seat fight, made even better when Kirk finally outmaneuvers Khan and the Enterprise rises up from behind the Reliant, ready to strike.

The audience went wild with applause, even as Horner's score rose higher and higher to drown us out.

As an aside - This was the first movie soundtrack that I ever purchased. The James Horner score is markedly different from Jerry Goldsmith's score for Star Trek - The Motion Picture, switching from Goldsmith's dark, heavy themes to a sound evocative of seafaring and swashbuckling. Horner has said that when he wrote the score he envisioned the Enterprise not as a space ship, but as a mighty sailing ship at sea during the Napoleonic era and that he wanted the music to reflect two ships at sea in a fight to the death. The opening and closing titles also feature the return of the well-known Star Trek theme. The music absolutely helped raise this film to new heights.

Anyway...

With the Reliant disabled and about to be boarded, Khan sets the Genesis Device to detonate. The Enterprise lost warp power in the initial battle, and on limited impulse, has no chance to escape.

Kirk calls down to Engineering. "Scotty. I need warp speed in three minutes or we're all dead."

Spock, unnoticed in the desperation, goes down to Engineering. He is about to enter the reactor room when McCoy stops him, saying "No human can tolerate the radiation that's in there!" Spock replies that as McCoy himself frequently points out, he isn't human; he then distracts McCoy and nerve-pinches him, apologizing that he has "no time to discuss this logically." Pressing his hand against McCoy's forehead to initiate a mind-meld, Spock intones "Remember". Spock then enters the room and successfully makes repairs amidst heavy radiation streams.

On the bridge, a cadet monitoring the Engineering station announces that the main engines have come back online. "Bless you, Scotty! Go, Sulu!" With seconds to spare, Kirk orders Commander Sulu to engage the warp engines, and the Enterprise narrowly escapes just as the Genesis Device detonates.

As Kirk would soon learn, it wasn't Scotty who saved the ship; it was Spock. Kirk races to engineering, arriving only in time to exchange a few brief words with his former first officer and closest friend. After Spock satisfies himself that the ship is out of danger, he states that it was "logical" because "the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Spock then declares his friendship for Kirk, offers the traditional Vulcan greeting ("Live long and prosper") and then dies. The two men, seperated by the glass of the chamber, sat as mirror images of each other.

It was heartbreaking. As was Spock's brief memorial service and his "burial at sea" as Scotty played "Amazing grace" on the bagpipes and Kirk declared "Of all the souls that I have encountered on my travels...his was the most human."

The final scene on the Enterprise features a captain's log voice over entry by Kirk (indicating the Enterprise will head to Ceti Alpha V to rescue the Reliant's stranded crew), followed by a brief conversation between Kirk, McCoy, and Carol on the Enterprise bridge as they wistfully watch the new Genesis Planet on the view screen. Both the log entry and the conversation are steeped in symbolism, and muse provocatively about how Spock's death may not be an end:

Kirk (voice over): "Captain's log, star date 8141.6. Starship Enterprise departing for Ceti Alpha V to pick up the crew of U.S.S. Reliant. All is well. And yet I can't help wondering about the friend I leave behind. 'There are always possibilities,' Spock said. And if Genesis is indeed life from death, I must return to this place again."

McCoy: "He's really not dead, as long as we remember him."
Kirk: "'It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done before. It’s a far better resting place that I go to than I have ever known.'"
Carol: "Is that a poem?"
Kirk: "No. Something Spock was trying to tell me on my birthday."
McCoy: "You okay, Jim? How do you feel?"
Kirk: "Young (voice cracking). I feel young."

We see the surface of the new Genesis planet, with Spock's torpedo tube lying in a clearing in the middle of one of the newly created forests. Then, at the end, the Genesis planet and its primary sun are shown, with a voiceover from Spock saying those immortal words:

"Space...the final frontier. These are the continuing voyages of the starship Enterprise. Her on-going mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life-forms and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone... before."

The audience applauded loud and long. We were stunned by Spock's sacrifice even as we immediately began to discuss the possibilities that Kirk mentioned. Could Spock somehow be alive? What about Kirk's son? What would become of the Enterprise now? The mind boggled. Even as the movie ended I knew that I had seen magic.

We drove home eagerly anticipating our next viewing of this movie. I would go on to see "The Wrath of Khan" four more times that summer. I watch the movie yearly. This is one of my all time favorite movies and I saw it for the first time on June 4, 1982.

The Wrath of Khan is in some ways a story of Kirk's mid-life crisis. Unsure of his place in the world, unable to break out of his rut as an admiral, it takes his encounter with Khan and his assumption of responsibility for an untried crew to show him where he truly belongs. Unfortunately, the price is high.

Ultimately the film is about life, death, and rebirths, and the relationships between two generations: Kirk with David, his son; Scotty with Peter Preston, his nephew; Spock with Saavik, his protege; and Khan with Joachim, one of his henchmen.

The Kobayashi Maru test is representative of the no-win scenario. As a cadet, Kirk essentially cheated by secretly reprogramming the simulator so that he could win. In doing so, he missed the whole point. Kirk has made a career of being able to gamble and win, of outwitting his opponents and always having a clever, ingenious trick up his sleeve, even when his opponent is smarter and stronger than he. Kirk himself sums it up: "I've cheated death, tricked my way out of death, and patted myself on the back for my ingenuity. I know nothing." Because of this, he feels that he has never truly faced death because he has been cheating it all his life. Spock's ultimate sacrifice taught him the true lesson of the Kobayashi Maru test: "How we face death is at least as important as how we face life."

A lot has changed in my life since 1982. And, 25 years later, I’m finally beginning to appreciate my age ("it’s not the years, it’s the mileage" - name the movie!). I’ve seen friends come and go, and people I cared for - family and friends - have left me for the Undiscovered Country. I think about life, death, and the universe a bit more these days – how they relate to each other, and how I understand very little about what comes next.

25 years later and I still don't have all the answers. I never will. However, I believe in the message that I learned all those years ago - "There are always possibilities."

I didn't understand that in 1982. I see it much more clearly in 2007.

There are always possibilities.