When I was in high school the days of the week were pretty similar. Get up and go to school, get out of school, after school was either sports practice or hang out then head home. As long as I was home before my parents all was good. My parent commuted to work so they would get home together many nights while dinner was getting prepared I was starting a fire in the fireplace, which was my job, and the TV was on. My recollection was that reruns of the original Star Trek series was on. I know this show only ran for three years but I have watched the reruns for the last thirty-five years. I never got into any of the other variants and off shoots to me it was always the original. I know that I am not the only one. It is a great memory I have from my youth. Today when I went to Facebook, the feed is littered with the fond farewells to Leonard Nimoy, Spock to all the fans of the show. As I get older and older more of my childhood is being lost to time. Actors, places, music, cars. They all succumb to the inevitable fate none of us can avoid, time eventually will take it all from us including the memories. Today however I stop and look through all the pictures of Mr. Nimoy as one of my favorite characters from my youth and I smile. Thank you sir for those memories, thank you for not tarnishing that memory by doing stupid things with your personal life in your later years. I wish more of the heroes of my youth had simply done that much, you will be missed.