If you have seen J.J. Abrams’ Star Trek, then you will know that the Kirk family has something of a heroic tradition. I could watch the first ten or twelve minutes on an endless loop for a couple of weeks and not get tired of it.
With that in mind, I would like to share the following humorous conversation I had a day ago.
Chris: I think we should name our first son George Kirk.
Wanda: I am going to pretend that you did not say that.
Chris: What? Why not? George Kirk is the fucking man.
Wanda: No, the writer who created that scene is the fucking man. George Kirk doesn’t actually exist.
Chris: Well… he’s never going to unless somebody names their kid after him!
Chris is most often found flying a desk, but he delights in studying the Golden Age of Aviation (1919-1939). He admires all the pioneering men and women who navigated the skies with nothing more sophisticated than a map, compass and sextant—and the conviction that there was no place they could not reach.
