I’ve known for a long time that the people who played the crew of the starship Enterprise when I was a small child are getting old, but it still caught me by surprise Monday night to see a picture of a very old-looking Leonard Nimoy with the news that he has been hospitalized for severe chest pain.
When the celebrities of our youth grow old and start dying, we feel pangs of something. Is it regret? sadness? or something else? I’m not sure what to call it, but the feelings are ultimately about ourselves, not about the people who are dying.
James Doohan (Scotty) and DeForest Kelley (Dr. McCoy) are already gone. Nimoy (Spock) and William Shatner (Capt. Kirk) are old men. What does this say about me?
I know it sounds selfish to interpret someone else’s problems this way, but isn’t that natural? I didn’t know any of these people except as actors whose faces and voices were burned into my child brain. They only have meaning as reminders of the little boy who wanted to join them in space — away from the reality that seemed so unhappy down here.

Now that his wife is gone for good, man is left with memories and love
New information demands that I change some of what I think I am
Well, if you really want to know, this is what I’m still looking for
Ordinary miracles fill our lives, while we still demand wonders
Bias, incompetence or manipulation? Things aren’t always what they seem
Google’s new glasses: Geeky dream or just more information overload?
I have new book coming about living well in a broken culture
Why does most love hurt us? Because one usually loves more
Do you know your heart’s desire? Or are you just chasing a mirage?