June 7, 2004

a.k.a. God

When one of my daughters was a wee toddler, her mother decided that she should learn a prayer. For a while thereafter, this adorable three-year-old when asked to say grace would bow her head, lower her eyes, and with perfect solemnity recite: "Scotty's good. Scotty's great; and we thank him for this food." One day she asked me who Scotty was, and I was unable to provide a satisfactory answer, even as I am today. I suppose it was inevitable she would grow up to become a Trekkie. After all, when Captain Kirk found himself in real trouble, he activated his communicator and reached out to Scotty to beam him up. It worked for him.

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