Silkie has taken us back to the future when candy was cheaper, radio played music, and Star Trek delivered on its weekly promise to take us where "no man has gone before."
(And, alas, treated us to yet another memorable moment of Jim Kirks pasty, white, incipient beer belly instead of Leonard Nimoy's the much tauter and more masculine pecs. Today, I finished the final season of the original series so this Vulcan madness should subside.)