The last time I saw a Star Trek movie for the first time on opening weekend, it was 1998 for “Star Trek: Insurrection.”
Ian Cullen, someone I have known since our days chatting in the Star Trek area of AOL, had made the trip from England to Orlando, and I was taking both him and his mom to see the film in a suburb of Tampa.
Sure, there’s only been three movies since then, so it’s probably not that major of a feat. But I’ve attended previews of “Star Trek: Nemesis,” the 2009 “Star Trek” and its sequel, “Star Trek: Into Darkness.” I was even invited to a preview of “Star Trek: Beyond,” but unfortunately I’m currently, should I say, geographically disadvantaged.
For the past year, I’ve been living in the amazing island nation of Grenada. We are in the southernmost part of the Caribbean Sea, and really as far south as you can get in North America before you cross into South America.
This is the same island that President Ronald Reagan invaded in 1984, an action that maybe half the island celebrates on a holiday known as Thanksgiving here (while the other half just ignores it).
I decided to take a break from my day job as a print journalist to spend two years here to help someone I care about deeply get through medical school.
