Leonard Nimoy, the actor and director famous by his portrayal of Mister Spock on the original Star Trek television show, died yesterday. He was 83.
Star Trek was such a big part of my childhood. It was on TV then everyday in syndication and I watched each episode numerous times. I was Trekkie before I even knew what the term meant. I read all the books, first the James Blish adaptions based on the TV episodes and then the original novels. I built all of the AMT plastic models of the starships and had then hanging from the ceiling with fishing line in my bedroom.
Spock was just such a great character. He was the definition of what was cool long before Arthur Fonzarelli began showing up on TV in his leather jacket. Where Fonzi would constantly tell you how cool he was, and rightfully so, Spock was just Spock.
My love of Star Trek continued throughout my twenties. I owned many of the episodes on video tape. I continued reading all of the original Star Trek novels. I also attended a number of Star Trek conventions.
My interest in Star Trek began to wane in my thirties. Although I was a fan of Star Trek: The Next Generation and watched it faithfully, I was not a big fan of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine or Star Trek: Voyager. I hated the last TV series, Enterprise. I forced myself to watch it because it was Star Trek.
I was aware that Leonard Nimoy was sick, so the news of his passing wasn’t a total shock. Plus, he was 83. It still makes me feel a little sad.