Captain’s Log: Stardate 10247.9
Yesterday, several members of the Enterprise crew joined me on a landing party to the planet of Yonkers (pronounced “Yahnkerz” by local inhabitants) the homeworld of our very own Lt. Commander Dave Beaver.

Dave fired up the barbecue, passed out the drinks, and we enjoyed a pleasant summer afternoon retelling our past adventures and effectively terrorizing Lefty about sailing in the Around Long Island.

Richard, fresh from doing some maintenance on board the ship the day before, mentioned how impressed he was that Laura took the conn of the Enterprise and effectively piloted the ship through the sector. Solar radiation was at its strongest for the year, and, although the Enterprise is fine, Lt. Heald did suffer some radiation burns on her back and legs. The crew could not help giving her a pat on the back for a job well done.

Back to the barbecue…

First came the hamBORGers, delightfully marinated with hot sauce and Dave’s special seasoning that made assimilating them a breeze. Then, the hot dogs were put on, two of which had to be burnt as if they sent a week inside a warp core with malfunctioning coolant valves before Richard would eat them. Finally the steak, marinated by Laura (whom when asked if she would like onions on her steak, she replied that she likes straight meat. We know, Laur. But would you like onions on your steak?)

As future officer Cadet Dave Beaver, Jr. jumped around, the crew thoroughly enjoyed watching Dave, his wife Karen and Ensign Patty try to keep up – but the trainee wore out them all. He’ll make a good foredeck officer one day.

Left and Laura handed out desserts: a cheesecake filling in a graham cracker crust topped with blueberries and strawberries. Much as it was with the burgers, resistance was futile.