Captain's Log: Stardate 10977.0
Yesterday early afternoon, with winds holding steady in the 40's, several vessels around City Island broke loose from their moorings and drifted in the surf to the various land masses in the surrounding areas. One of them, unfortunately, was the Enterprise.

I'm told she broke free and took a direct course, shields down, to a beach just north of the Morris pier. SeaTow took notice right away, rescued the ship and brought her over to Consolidated shipyards.

By the time I got there (a half hour later) the Enterprise was already on land. The keel was a little bumped up, some cracks appeared where the keel met the hull, some scrapes along the port side and the rudder was bent -- slightly to be sure, but enough to warrant repairs. The mooring lines were severed THROUGH the chafing gear. Amazing.

The people at Travelers Insurance have been amazing thus far, as has Wes at Consolidated. I'm confident that the Enterprise will be "as good as new" by Spring, but our season has come to an end and winter storage plans are now up in the air (I doubt repairs will be done in time to haul at Morris.)

What's more amazing is that within minutes of the incident -- yes, MINUTES -- posting began on Sailing Anarchy regarding the Enterprise's drift in a post called "Klingons Attack" which is now, at the time of this log entry, 19 posts long. Blame has been placed on Klingons to fisherman to the J/105 fleet for wanting their rating changed (Actually, I could care less. That crusade is being led by Vince "Baby Daddy, Don't Call Me Nanny" Nanni.)

So here's my guess: These guys are all closet Trek fans and scared to admit it. They see a sailboat and they think Starship. They see their crew and think of THE crew. They drop their moorings (assuming they still have one) and they think of Boldly Going. Instead of passing waves, they imagine stars.

Don't be scared guys. There are plenty of us out there. Just because you're a fan doesn't mean you wear Starfleet uniforms to jury trials. Just because you're a fan doesn't mean you show up to each convention hoping to get Zachary Quinto's autograph. Most of the fans don't have the urge to touch themselves imagining a love scene between Lt. Commander Data and Tasha Yar. It's OK. Really.

You CAN go see a movie the day it comes out. We know you want to. You're not fooling anyone by waiting a few weeks.

And we know you love the Enterprise. Kirk's Enterprise, Picard's Enterprise. Even my Enterprise. It brings a smile to your face. It gives you a joke to say amongst your crew.

You wave, give a Vulcan "V" salute, even quote Scotty's "I'm givin' it all she's got, captain!"

You follow the log (hundreds of visitors a week - Worldwide!) and you share our thirst for adventure, teamwork and escapism.

Yes, the whole thing is tongue-in-cheek. But you know, as well as I do, "Starship Enterprise" is a great name for a racing sailboat. Enjoy it. We're enjoying it with you. We're not geeks, we're sailors. Sometimes we do well, sometimes not. We're all really about one thing - having fun.

Earlier in the summer, I was approached by an author who is finishing up a book on science fiction and its effect on society. He found this Captain's Log blog and wanted a photo of the Enterprise for his book as well as a brief write up by me as to why I chose to name the boat and what it all means to me.

So, here's what I wrote:

I was born just three months before "Star Trek" first aired on NBC, so I did not get to see the series as it was first presented. Like most, I watched rerun episodes in the 70's on afternoon television where the show really gained popularity. Looking back, I'd have to say that growing up on Long Island was pretty good. I had a great family, good schools and, if I had to admit it, was pretty spoiled all around. Still, as a kid, there are always problems with sibling rivalries, issues with friends, teachers and parents. But, no matter what, each afternoon, I would sit in the family den and be taken far away from all of that – to distant worlds and a healthy dose of action and adventure – all aboard a starship named Enterprise.

As I grew older, I began to see more of the details. I noticed how the characters of Kirk, Spock and McCoy fit perfectly into Freud's Id, Ego and Superego. I noticed how the crew was made up of people from different cultures (even species) and how they effortlessly found a way to work together towards common goals. I noticed how this vision of the future had no poverty, no hunger, and no more wars plaguing our planet. It was a future worth looking towards.

But 79 episodes can only get you so far. I admit, there was a time when I started to lose interest. But then, in late 1979, I went to a movie theatre to see some abysmal directing, some bad acting and a really stretched storyline in what was called "Star Trek: The Motion Picture". But, the star of the movie was the Enterprise. Almost totally new, I was awestruck and, once again, taken back to the nostalgia of this vessel that took me to other worlds and the ultimate "escape vehicle" from the daily drama that is life. I decided then, at 13 years old, that I wanted to have my own "escape vehicle", so I went to my 8-foot sailing dinghy (O'Day 7-11) in the backyard and with some vinyl letters my dad bought for me in an office supply store, I affixed the name ENTERPRISE to the stern. Now here was a ship of my own that I could "boldly go" on whenever I wanted (assuming it was warm enough outside.)

In 1984, I turned 18 and my father gave me the standard speech about how I was an adult now and had to take certain responsibilities in my life. On that same day, perhaps as an act of defiance, I and two friends cut out of school and went to the movies to see "Star Trek III: The Search for Spock". I think it was, probably, the worst birthday of my life. There, larger than life, I saw the Enterprise explode and burn up in the atmosphere on the Genesis planet. My childhood was over. I remember my friends looking over at me asking me if I was all right and, to be honest, I wasn't sure. It was the right time though. Adulthood was here. Responsibilities had to be taken on and maybe I should spend a little less time looking for an "escape vehicle."

But, as you know, films kept coming. A total of eleven by now. There have also been five spin-off television series. And in that time, we've seen, among other vessels, a total of nine different Enterprise's all doing the same thing -- protecting humanity, exploring worlds and experiencing different cultures. So, even in today's times, whether its work-related stress, threats of terrorism or rogue governments, the need for this "escape vehicle" is now clearer than ever.

And so I have a Starship Enterprise of my own and she's the third ship of mine to bear the name. My crew is made up of people in all age groups, backgrounds and races. We have bleeding-heart liberals and die-hard conservatives. Yet, we sail her all the time TOGETHER, escaping our daily lives and worries - all just for a few hours each week.

As a 140 year-old Dr. McCoy said while touring the Enterprise-D on the first episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, "Well, it's a new ship, but she's got the right name. You remember that. You treat her like a lady, and she'll always bring you home."


Our spirit has not been broken. And, even if this incident turned out to the be the end of this Enterprise, it would not be the end of our adventures. There are plenty more letters left in the alphabet. We'll be "boldly going" for years to come.