Reliving Khan’s Wrath 

In the summer of 1982, my sister, Kelley,  took me to see Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. We somehow got the start time wrong and arrived too late to see the movie. Kelley quickly assured me that we could catch a later showing, so we went home with the plan of returning later that evening. At home, to kill some time before going back to the theater, we watched some TV. Coincidentally, a rerun of an old episode from the original ’60s Star Trek series was on. Better yet, it happened to be the episode that introduced the villain character, Khan, played by Ricardo Montalban. So, when we saw the movie later that night, we were probably the most prepared in the theater (with the exception of maybe some diehard Trekkies). It turned out to be one of my favorite movies from childhood, and I’ll always remember that my 19-year-old sister took her 10-year-old brother to see it. 

That fond memory resurfaced this morning when Kristine told me about an article she was reading discussing the controversy surrounding the realness of Ricardo Montalban’s pecs in Star Trek II. By all accounts, they were very real. In the course of our research, we realized that, to celebrate the movie’s 35th anniversary, a director’s cut version is playing in Bellingham’s movie theater. We immediately decided we needed to take the kids to see it tonight. Before going, I insisted Henry and Ruby watch the 1960s Khan episode, “Space Seed” – the same Star Trek episode my sister and I watched in 1982. 

Thirty-five years after seeing it for the first time, The Wrath of Khan was awesome. It was preceded by an interview with William Shatner, who vouched for Montalban’s pecs and told some good stories about the making of the movie. I’m pretty sure I was the most excited for the experience. Henry enjoyed it. Kristine made fun of some of the dialogue and special effects. Ruby fell asleep. 

There’s an old Klingon proverb: Revenge is a dish best served with buttered popcorn. 

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Family Trees 

The back side of Fry Lodge is a fish bowl. Up ’til now, with only a family of deer living behind us, this hasn’t been an issue. But we know it’s only a matter of time before we have neighbors staring into our back yard, living room and bedroom. This weekend we decided to invest in our future privacy with some tree planting. Each family member picked out, planted and named their own tree: Branchee (Ruby), Bobert (Henry), Katie (Kristine) and Howie (mine). The trees are supposed to grow at a rate of six inches per year. We should have a private back yard by about 2040.