My other vehicle is a starship

I met my best friend back in 1999, when I was doing Y2k consults. (Seems like another century . . .) As we got to know each other we became fast friends.

We had a lot in common: like me, he's a vet. Unlike me, he's a combat veteran and a Marine. He served in the First Gulf War back in the early nineties, and resigned his commission in '95 as a Captain.

Now he works in the IT field, and he is a computer god. He has forgotten more than I will ever know about networking and PCs.

He married after returning from the Gulf, but it was always a troubled relationship. A couple of years ago, they divorced after she left him for a woman from Lisbon, Portugal (!) It was pretty nasty, and left him devastated. She took him for a lot, so I asked him if he wanted to move in to my new place as a roommie. With the boys off to college there was plenty of room, and the house was kind of lonely.

The boys and I helped him pack up over Christmas, and he moved in early January. I wasn't sure how it would work out, frankly, but it's been really nice having a friend in the house again.

What's my friend's name, you say?

Hmmmm?

Well, his full name, with Marine rank, is Captain James T. Kirk.

No, I am not kidding. And now you know . . . the rest of the story.

Peace, out.