[Alert: this post has one mildly naughty word in it.]
It was the season for trick-or-treating in the neighborhood where we lived when our daughters were in middle school. This photo was taken 1982 at the home of my older daughter's best friend Kim. In the photo are Marti, our older daughter; me; and our younger daughter, Elizabeth.
I have to say I'm still impressed that I actually made those uniforms. If you don't recognize the uniforms, they are my best job of the Starfleet uniforms from Star Trek II: the Wrath of Khan. I don't sew, as a rule. I am not good at it and it's not really something I enjoy. But even if I do say so myself, I did a doggone good job with them.
Marti is Captain Kirk, though with a much fuller head of hair. She's reading A Tale of Two Cities, the book Spock gives to Kirk as a birthday present in the movie. Elizabeth is Lieutenant Saavik, Spock's full-Vulcan protege. I guess having made the uniforms makes me the Starfleet tailor.
Our family had a lot of fun with Star Trek. We watched the original series in syndication, and we watched the later series offerings, as well. We went to all the movies. We went to conventions and sometimes worked on convention staff. And we played games based on Star Trek. It has been a part of the glue that kept this family together all these years.
One game we played was a card game, in which, in our explorations, we got into a combat situation, a part of the game that the rules called The Last-Ditch Battle. Whoever had the most cards won the game. I was running the game, with Marti and Elizabeth, by that time, both in high school, playing with me. We went through all the levels and got to that last end-game part, and I announced it: "Now it's time for the last-bitch dattle."
I don't think we stopped laughing for ten minutes.
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