Captain's Log: Stardate 10880.1
This past Saturday, several members of the Enterprise crew helped me bring the Enterprise over to spacedock so that the ship could be laid up for the colder months ahead and some minor refit before resuming her mission next year.

As all of the sails were folded and cushions organized into the shuttlecraft, I could not help but feel proud of the crew around me, giving up a part of their weekend to perform hard labor. Had it been two or three people, this would have been a good day, perhaps two. But, with several in attendance, things were done in just a few hours.

We certainly had enough to do the work, but missing from this year's final voyage of the Enterprise was Captain Dave, Ensign Brittany, Lt. June, Crewman Blake and Lt. Jonathan. While I'm not clear on most of the reasons for the absences, I do know that Lt. Jonathan was at yet another Bar Mitzvah (I suppose the first one just didn't take) and I can only guess that Lt. June spent the last several days and nights camped out in front of the Yankee Stadium box office waiting for postseason tickets to go on sale.

I must admit I was quite a bit uneasy as we backed the Enterprise into the slings and I was the only one still left on board. Even Glenn Vitaglione, the spacedock commander, said he didn't want to be on board when it drops. As the ship lifted into the air, I tried to suppress my fear as to the fate of the ship by glancing down at the "B" in NCC-1701-B on the stern and thinking to myself, worst-case scenario, there are plenty more letters in the alphabet and I'm thankful to be insured by Travelers and not AIG.

And, for the life of me, I could not explain how the idea of the Enterprise in deep space exploring distant galaxies was fine with me, but hanging six feet off the ground at the Morris Yacht and Beach Club in the Bronx was downright terrifying.

While my father, Lt. Ellen and I winterized the impulse engines, a group of what seemed like thirty people were working on finding a way to remove the front hatch. There was so much screwing, drilling and banging up there that the foredeck was beginning to look like a porn shoot.

Finally, it was Crewman Olivier (who is French and who never surrendered, by the way) that determined the best way was to drill away the rivets in the hinges put in by C&C Yachts over 18 years ago. In a few moments the hatch was off and getting ready to be shipped to Connecticut for repairs.

With all of the gear now safely stored near my office and all systems on the Enterprise shut down, we can now look back at the great season we had, knowing it was our best yet, and also enthusiastically look ahead to the 2009 season and beyond. As J.J. Abrams attempts to breathe new life into the franchise on the big screen, we, too, must also make sure that history never forgets the name Enterprise.