An Old Treasure Rediscovered

Today I was practicing with my new phaser, and an astonishing thought occurred to me. Deep in the abyss of our attic, buried away and almost forgotten to the sands of time, was something of tremendous value and great interest. Eagerly I grabbed the ladder and headed up.

There it was! Hanging right where I left it, my red original series Star Trek shirt was beckoning me with its siren song.

I bought this thing yeeeaars ago, sometime during the four years that Keri and I were dating. We’ll have been married fifteen years come May, so I have had the thing a while. The problem is that about the time we got married, I changed jobs, going from being very active to pushing a pen as an insurance agent, and gained a lot of weight. The shirt hasn’t fit for I don’t know how long.

Jason and I used to film short videos for children’s church. We would do something goofy that had a vague correlation to what the topic was. This was three or four years ago. That was the last time the shirt had come out of the attic. Jason wore it for one of the characters; I couldn’t fit into it then.

But sixty pounds is a lot of weight, and the thing fits pretty good now. It’s a little tight around the gut, but I can suck in for now. As I lose more weight the shirt should start to fit better.

It’s pretty hard to tell in this shot, but that is an ensign’s stripe on the sleeve, and it is clearly an Enterprise issued uniform top. In case you haven’t guessed by now, that is my new phaser I’m holding. Too cool!

For those who are wondering, this is indeed a self portrait; I think I’ll use this shot for my FaceBook profile for a while.

Ensign Evans is back!