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Sunday, November 18, 2018

Renaissance Space Academy's Young Coders Club Launches. A New Record: 54 Young Coders in Grades 4 to 8. The Voyager Launches to Beetlejuice this Month. Wish the Cadets a Good Journey. Renaissance Space Academy Offers Officer Training. From the Archives. Imaginarium Theater

Ammon's having a great time learning the basics

     Early Saturday morning, 54 of Renaissance Academy's best took their future in their hands and joined the Space Academy's Young Coders Club.  Beginning coders got us off to a great start at 8:00 A.M.  With 34 enrolled in the Beginning Club, my desks and tables were full. I had to put five in the hallway. 

The Beginning Young Coders working on their music and sound coding
Too many for my classroom so five did their coding in the hallway

     The Intermediate Club has 20 Young Coders.  They meet Saturday mornings from 9:15 - 10:15 A.M.  Both clubs are using the GoogleCS curriculum.  Beginnings are enjoying the Music and Sound module.  Intermediates are doing the Sports module.

The GoogleCS Curriculum is outstanding.  The students learn from Google instructors by video,
then practice what they learned with their own SCRATCH accounts with MIT.

     I want to thank Patti Davis, Renaissance Academy's Office Manager, for saving my bacon.  Late Friday night, just as I was preparing for bed, I ran through what I had to do early Saturday to get set up for the club.  That's when I realized I'd forgotten to get the key to the computer cart. No computers, no coding club. I was in a pickle. Who ya gonna call?  Patti Davis was my Ghostbuster.

Charles is learning how to make his 'Sprite' perform tasks in SCRATCH

She assured me it wasn't a problem and she'd be there to give me the key at 7:30 A.M.  That is what I call going above and beyond. Thank you Patti.
     Helping me this year are two outstanding high school students, Alex Lyman and Livy Charles. They know how to code in SCRATCH so they handle the technical questions. I supervise, purchase the doughnuts, unlock the school, keep the class on schedule, and wander around the room offering praise and encouragement.  We make a great team.

Livy and Alex helping the Intermediate Young Coders group. The Intermediate Young Coders meet
right after the Beginning Club ends at 9:00 A.M. 
     The Renaissance Space Academy sponsors five youth clubs and programs: The Young Astronauts for grades 3-6. The Voyager Club for grades 7-8. The Young Coders for grades 4 - 8.  Farpoint Volunteers for grades 7 - 12, and Math Double Dosing for grade 6.  
     Renaissance Academy is a public K-8th grade charter school located across from IM Flash in Lehi, Utah. The school specializes in foreign language instruction and experiential learning.  It is home to the Starship Voyager simulator and the Space Academy.  Enrollment is open year round.
To learn more about the school visit the school's website,

The Space Academy's Young Astronauts and Voyagers Depart Outpost 14 this Month
Aboard the Jumpship Voyager. Destination: the Red Giant Star Beetlejuice.  Purpose: Classified Under Orders of the Terran Expeditionary Force  

The 6th Grade Tiger Expeditionary Group for School Year 2018-2019
     The 200 Young Astronauts and Voyagers at Renaissance Academy are spending November and December launching from Outpost 14. Their destination is the red giant star Beetlejuice. All twenty squadrons are under the command of the Terran Expeditionary Force, the scientific/military branch of Terran Space Command.

       On most weekday afternoons you'll find a Space Academy squadron on the Jumpship Voyager's bridge working through their checklist. Their goal is a flawless launch. Good launches lead to good points and good points will take them closer to the coveted Top Team award.  

Space Academy Officer Training Corps

Larry Vidinha 
     Larry Vidinha is the middle school science teacher at Renaissance Academy.  In his previous career, Mr. Vidinha was a Major in the United States Army.  Mr. Vidinha has been named Commander of the Space Academy's Officer Training Corps, a division of the Young Astronauts and Voyager Clubs.  Every Friday afternoon from 1:00 - 2:30 P.M. Major Vidinha will take two squadrons from the Young Astronauts and Voyager Clubs for officer training.  This will include military basics like marching, leadership training, survival skills (in case of a crash landing on an inhospital world), map orienteering, giving precise orders, delegation, etc.  Think of the Officer Training Corps as a mixture of junior ROTC with a heavy dose of science fiction.    

Cadets from the Dragon Squadron learning how to parade in formation.

From the Archives. The Space Center Journal

What it takes to keep the Space Center running. 180 staff and volunteers make up the team. Mr. Williamson makes a big mistake on the overnight camp.  The Voyager is getting new chairs.  Goodbye office chairs. They are a nightmare.

The Crew of the Voyager. Summer Camps 2007

January 21, 2003

Hello Troops,
A quick journal entry for last week. We hosted classes from Barratt and Cherry Hill Elementary Schools. Our private groups came from Ivy Hall Academy in Provo.

The Odyssey Crew learn their stations. Summer camp 2007

The best news is that I had an office day on Wednesday! I reserve one day per week to do the Space Center's office work. Do you realize the amount of time it takes to keep the Center running smoothly? There is staff and volunteer scheduling (the Center has 180 volunteers and staff) and the maintenance of the Center's egroup and its databases. 
There is the financial side to Center operations and maintenance of the simulators and classrooms. We are working on the summer schedule and flyer. Once that is out -Watch Out for the incoming registrations.  Add to this mixture the fact that new missions must be written and produced. 

It's time for breakfast. It looks like the cadets slept well.

I have one day a week to devote to this and lately I've been giving away the business days to schools that registered late and cried and begged for slots . I'm not complaining - I do this to myself so I have no one else to blame for my circumstances. We have a popular program thanks to the work of many. Your awesome work and dedication to the Center has made it what it is today and that creates a ton of work for me. Maybe I should blame all of you for this! Naw - it is pretty cool though isn't it? A little elementary school in the middle of 
little Pleasant Grove has this one of a kind program maintained by dedicated staff and devoted volunteers. This is one of the best examples I know of selfless teamwork in action for a community's betterment.

Finishing up breakfast. From here, the cadets go to the gym to be divided into their simulators

It isn't often you see Mr. Williamson make a mistake during a mission but I did on the last overnight mission. I've given standing orders that all missions end by 9:45 A.M. on Saturday morning. This gives me enough time to give out certificates and have the student complete the questionnaires. Last Saturday we were rolling along with the mission on Saturday morning. I glanced at my watch and saw 9:45 A.M. and thought to myself that I had another 25 minutes. My brain was in total automatic mode geared to Friday night. 

The Odyssey Captain reading his orders of the day

On Friday we rotated at 10:10 P.M. The Voyager kids went to the Magellan and the Magellan kids came to the Voyager and Galileo. As the clock approached 9:55 A.M.The realization hit me that it was Saturday morning and the camp ended in a few minutes. You've never seen the staff of the Voyager move as fast as they did Saturday morning getting the kids out of their uniforms and to the gym. Nobody said anything to me but I noticed there were a few smiles on their faces. I think people like to see the boss slip up on the odd occasion. My staff have standing orders to remind me of the time - any time. 

An officer aboard the Galileo getting ready for launch.

We are ordering new chairs for the Voyager bridge. Those office chairs are not working out.They squeak and need constant oiling. They spin around tempting students to do just that.The spinning causes the back of the chairs to come in contact with the wood. That is why the furniture on the Voyager is missing so much paint on chair level. The new chairs are futuristic in design and best of all they don't spin. 

The forward section of the Galileo

Well, math is about to start so I've got to draw this entry to a close. Thanks all for another successful week here at the Happiest Place on Earth!

The Phoenix First Officer

Imaginarium Theater
The Best Gifs of the Week Edited for a Gentler Audience

Sunday, November 11, 2018

See What the Starship Horizon "Mission Mobile" is Up to in Washington DC. Happy Birthday Space Center! The Space Center's Jon Parker Celebrates His Birthday Too. The Odyssey is the Best! Matt Ricks Caught Imagineering. An Alien Seeks Brains at the Space Center. Theater Imaginarium.

From Dream Flight Adventures. Musical Solar System Adventure Aboard the Mission Mobile
Today we’re delighted to highlight some of the exciting events that have been happening in the greater Washington D.C. area with the Explore! Children’s Museum’s Mission Mobile (a.k.a. IKS Horizon).
We all have a favorite artist and/or a favorite genre of music. Music’s inspiration comes from anywhere. We hear its varied inspirations in all music from the symphonies of Beethoven to the contemporary hip-hop on the radio. But how does that inspiration manifest? How does an artist move from inspiration to a fully realized composition that lives in our car or, alone, in our headphones?
Mission Mobile explores that very question. In its music composition activity, students draw inspiration from our very own Solar System. Mission Mobile invites students on board to create short compositions based upon each of the eight planets in our Solar System.
Utilizing the same critical-thinking, imagination, and collaboration that our simulated missions require, students answer and analyze questions like:
  • Saturn has rings made of ice. What does that sound like to you?
  • Mercury is the smallest and densest planet. Is that a big sound or a soft sound?
  • Venus’ day is longer than its year. Is that a slow or fast sound?
Guided by Mission Mobile’s Mobile Outreach Manager with his guitars and pedals, students build short compositions utilizing a plethora of percussion instruments. In just under ten minutes time, students go from nothing at all to the beginnings of a full planetary suite!
Recently the Mission Mobile took its musical solar system adventure to two different community events. Children at both Riverdale Park Station and the Shiloh Community Festival went on a journey around the Galaxy with opportunities to compose their own instrumental pieces inspired by the planets.
A Happy Birthday to the Christa McAuliffe Space Center from Lindsey Hatch
     Twenty-eight years ago this month I opened the doors of the Christa McAuliffe Space Education Center to the world for the very first time. Much has changed since then. From one simulator (Voyager) to over 60 in 28 years.  From one employee to who knows how many today. From one Space Center to multiple Space Education Centers in many schools worldwide.  From one vision - many.  
     It has been a wild ride, and along the way I've had the privilege of working with outstanding children, teens, and adults. Lindsey Hatch is one of those outstanding individuals who made a difference at the Space Center. 
     Lindsey posted a birthday greeting to the Space Center on her Facebook page that I'd like to share with everyone today. 
     I add my voice to Lindsey's and propose a toast to the Space Center on its 28th birthday. "God bless the Christa McAuliffe Space Center and all who sail in her."

A Very Young Lindsey in the Phoenix. She's all grown up now.

     I know I’m a day late in saying this, but Happy 28th Birthday to the Christa McAuliffe Space Center!!     Even though I may be far away in the tundras of Logan, this special place will always have a special spot in my heart. It’s been a wild ride, but I have been in love with it since the moment I first set foot in the Voyager 8 years ago.     I have met some of the best humans in the galaxy inside the walls of that space place, and I will always cherish every shared moment of bringing the Discipline of Wonder to life for our crews!      From one of my first flights to my last: I couldn’t help but smile and have a big thumbs up! I think even as a 12 year old, I knew I was part of one of the greatest programs in the galaxy and at the (2nd) Happiest Place on Earth!
     I’ve been taught a lot over the years through volunteering, supervising, and flying; but if I were to choose the most important and what I would want everyone to know when they come through our doors, it would be this:  “Inside you is the potential to make yourself better... and that is what it is to be human. To make yourself more than you are.” - Jean Luc Picard
     Being involved at the Christa McAuliffe Space Center has molded me and helped me to become who I am today, and I can’t wait to take my kids one day to one of the places that changed my life for the better!
     Happy Birthday, CMSC! Here’s to many more!

Jon Parker Celebrates his 28th Birthday, Born the Day After the Space Center Opened. Had I Known I Would Have Delayed the Grand Opening One More Day

I brought lunch to Jon on Saturday to celebrate his birthday. He was flying "Event Horizon" in the Magellan.
Jon is sporting a full, thick, and long head of hair.  I'm sure he does it to spite me.  As we all know, all those years of
stress, worry, and sleepless nights running the Space Center have taken their toll on my once lushly forested head top.
"Lookin a bit thin up top," he likes to say whenever I comment on his overgrowth.  I've learned to shut my mouth. 
      Everyone in the Space EdVenturing business knows Jon Parker. He's been around for years and years and years and years and is still hanging around the place.  Jon worked his way up through the ranks starting as a young black shirt Pioneer to a Voyager then a Blue Shirt Supervisor to a Flight Director and now Assistant Director of the Center.  
     It wasn't a smooth ride to the top for Jon. There were a few bumps in the road. I nearly showed him the door years ago when he let a real smoke bomb off in the Voyager. Of course he wasn't thinking of the consequences - like the fact that my desk sat in the Briefing Room next to the Voyager's entrance. Like I wouldn't smell a real smoke bomb. His numerous "Get Out of Jail Free Cards" saved him that day. He burned through all of them in that one moment of glory but it has made for a fun story even to this day. 

Jon back in his volunteering days with Stacy in the Briefing Room.  Stacy is quite bored and exhausted with Jon and his enthusiasm. "Please," her eyes are saying. "Please find something for him to do.
Maybe the Voyager could use another pirate?"

      Another of Jon's 'bumps' in the road hit him in the head like a ton of bricks. It was the Saturday morning of one of our weekly weekend overnight camps.  He was involved in a landing party - rushing down the hall where the old school meets the new addition. Someone kicked open the double doors striking Jon square in the head.  Jon and I spent the next hour or two at InstaCare for stitches.  So many stories we could tell about Jon; some I know and others I don't.  Over the years I've come to realize there are many stories about the staff and volunteers that never reached my ears. Perhaps for the best. 
     Happy Birthday to one of my favorite persons, friends, and allies in this Space EdVenturing endeavor.  With James Porter and Jon Parker at the Space Center's helm, what can go wrong? 
     James, keep him away from firework stands and watch him like a hawk the first week of July.  


"If You're the Best and You Know It Clap Your Hands.  Clap Clap."  And in the Odyssey's Case, You Show it On Your Trophy Shelf.
Saturday in the Odyssey's Control Room.  Tabitha and Mason are Flying "Heir to the Empire." There's an old
mission for you.  Notice the Space Center trophies weighing heavily on the top shelf.  The Odyssey wants all ships to know that it is the best, has always been the best, and will always be the best ship in town - bar none.  Natalie Anderson and staff are willing to fight anyone who says differently.

Matt Ricks Ever Tinkering with Bits and Bobs as He Imagineers the Next Generation of Simulator Dial, Switch, and Isolinear Chip Panels.

     Matt Ricks was found at the Space Center tinkering with cardboard bits and scraps on Saturday. 
     "I'm imagineering the next generation of ship panels," he said.  With the new Space Center's imminent construction rushing towards us, Mr. Porter has given Matt his marching orders.  Design the panels for the new simulators.  Design starts with hours of pondering, sketching, and finally building mock ups of those paper and pencil designs.  Matt is in the mock up stage. 
     The opening and closing panels are what I like about the new designs. They show promise and endless fun for the future ship engineers. I believe the Space Center's Engineering Department will build the panels. If not, Matt may have to step up to the plate. 
     Irregardless if whether or not the panels will ever be build, the cardboard versions are pretty cool in their own right. Hey, with a bit of lacre and paint, you could get them to look pretty realistic.

In the Just For Fun Category.
An Alien Hitches a Ride on the Phoenix, Reaches Earth, Attaches Itself to Victoria and Searches for Brians......

Cleary under the control of the alien visitor, Victoria snuck up behind Tyler. The alien sniffed and nodded in approval.
These brains will do just fine.
It was gruesome to watch so I snapped this last picture and retreated to the safety of the Magellan.
Magellan security arrived moments later to dispatch the alien. Tyler, while traumatized, is making a full recovery at Starfleet Medical. The alien was detached from Victoria and sent to the lab for examination. Victoria is resting peacefully at home
unable to remember anything from the previous day.

Imaginarium Theater

Thursday, November 8, 2018

The Christa McAuliffe Space Center Celebrates its 28th Anniversary Today. The Green Machine Fondly Remembers the Center in Its Early Years. The Imaginarium.

The Space Center in 1990 started with one simulator, the Voyager and the Briefing Room (currently where the
Odyssey and Phoenix are located. The picture above is me giving my bridge speech before the crew
launches on their field trip.  This picture was taken in 1990.

Hello Space Center Fans!
     Today, the CMSC celebrates its 28th anniversary.  Of course back then it was called The Christa McAuliffe Space Education Center. I named the Space Center after Christa McAuliffe, the teacher/astronaut who died on the Space Shuttle Challenger in 1986.
     That night, all those years ago, was absolutely insane.  We used the school's gym and library as the staging areas for tours of the USS Voyager Simulator (the Voyager Mission Simulator - VMS as it was called back in the day).  Both rooms were packed full of people with long lines down the school's hallway.  That night, Central Elementary School was the place to be. Senator Jake Garn was there to officially open the Center.  Our small staff of myself and several junior high Young Astronaut Club volunteers led the tours through the simulator.  It was a night to remember.    
     In honor of this milestone, The Green Machine - Jay Johnson - sent the following thoughts to share with you Troubadours.  Jay was one of our top volunteers back in the day and competing for the title of El Supremo Space Center Fan and Supporter today.  Please take a moment to read Jay's essay. You'll enjoy it.  Happy 28th Anniversary.

Thank you,
Mr. Williamson 

The normal reaction to a Voyager mission

Memories on 28 Years
By The Green Machine (Jay Johnson)
     I'm old school Space Center, 24 years ago this year, actually.  I'm sure things changed substantially after I left. After all, the center was still finding its footing as an educational facility. But in my day, youngsters, it was nothing more than a playground. Some fond memories of mine (and Vic, some of these may require some explaining):
     Watching Bill running around the bridge as Mad Dog. I'm telling you, I still caught him dancing ever so slightly up the stairs the morning after that one overnight. Hand on the Bible truth. And nobody could dance to "Heart Of Glass" quite like Bill, whether he'll admit to it or not.
The old Galileo. The Captain waiting for launch.
     Playing the "Holographic Doctor" who almost always became involved in one of Vic's evil off-the-cuff schemes because he couldn't let the crew outsmart him (never did get over being locked in that closet, thank you very much).
     Kidnapping Captains and seeing the look of absolute amazement and awe in their eyes when they sat on the bench, watching the magic happen behind the curtain.

     Charging security dressed up as Roull, and hoping to God you didn't get your keister handed to you when the crew actually "got it" and drafted the two biggest, nastiest kids in the class as security guards. I was always a big kid, but man, some of those security monsters.. I didn't know they made them in those sizes. 
The original Galileo
     Finding yourself in the middle of the Voyager set and arguing with Vic in character over the intercom, desperately trying hard not to laugh because you knew what was going on.
     The Clown Mask. My, my. How many kids did we send home on overnighters because of the kitchen basement and the mask combination? I think, to a certain extent, we took it as a personal challenge to try and get at least one a month. 
     Crawling through the halls of Central at 10 at night to the Terminator 2 soundtrack. Nothing really compared. 
     Separating the saucer, and watching the ship crash to the Last Of The Mohicans soundtrack.
Vic's taste in music.
     Math class before the Center in the mornings. Vic still teaches Pre-Algebra from the very same book he taught me from 24 years ago. No joke.
     For a short period, being the only one on the staff who could manage all three of the major stations in the Voyager pit, including Video. By myself. I will never forget the expression both before and after that mission on Vic's face. 
     Taking over the communications computer, and watching the kid who's sitting there freak out on the monitor. Occasionally, we'd get a girl screaming.
     "Mr. Williamson." When you're a smart-alec kid who wants to feel like an adult, it was pretty easy for us to try and push it and call him Vic.. At 11 years old. I'm 35, and officially an old fart now, so I can get away with calling him Vic. Neah-neah!
Inside the Galileo back in the day.
     The morning siren, that used to run a half hour before the Blondie music hit. Man, I hated that thing. It still haunts my nightmares and occasionally keeps me awake at night.
     My first time ever seeing the Voyager's decon hallway. 24 years ago, that was amazing technology (even though it was just lights) and was incredibly fun to show up to the Center in the old speckled gray shirts. ("Look, I'm glowing!")
     Pillows in the lost and found. "Should I sleep on this?"
     When Vic calls you "Admiral."  Or when Vic calls you by whatever rank you were in the Outland Corps. Or when Vic calls you something other than "You!" That's the day you know you've officially arrived in the Center hierarchy.
     The chamber at the back of the ISIS that used to house my shoes. Not afraid to admit that when I was younger, I had feet that could kill a steer from a state away. It became commonplace that, whether I slept in ISIS on the overnighters or not, my shoes were locked in there. I've since taken care of that little issue. My feet now smell like daisies. And sometimes cinnamon.
The mid level of the Odyssey looking back toward the bunks and
       Wallace And Grommit, and the animation festival VHS tapes on the huge TV. Being an 11 year old smart-alec, as we've already covered, I was pretty sure that I knew everything there was to know about the world. Every night, after the crew was put to bed, we'd bust out the ice cream and watch some unique media entertainment. This was my first exposure to fractal animation, clay animation, puppet-warp style animation, and Lawnmower Man-ish CGI. I credit this directly, and Vic exposing it to me, with my love of art today. Much like many other things at the Center, this changed my life.     Trying to forge Vic's signature. Come on, we all did it. Everybody wanted to see if they could do the neat little thing he'd do on the credit sheets. Not for anything nefarious, mind you, but just to say that we could in case one day Vic's hand broke and needed us to sign something for him. Again, we were 10 and 11. What do you want from us?
      ISIS ("Odyssey") at the back of the classroom. Trying to do much of anything with that ship was.. interesting. The packed quarters didn't make it easy.
     The Bat'Leth fights amongst the crew, and then having to face, as a combating Klingon, either the wild, mousey kid, or the monolithian brick they'd nominated as their champion. Also, the actual metal Bat'Leth that floated around the school, much to the dismay of the principal.
     Going from the gym to the Center via the "transporter." I get giddy just thinking about it. Roaming Voyager when nobody was on board, taking in all the sights and seeing all the love that had been put into the project.
     Bombardment. You know, I think I've still got permanent scarring on my face from where I've taken more than my fair share of hits. On at least two occasions, I took a full-on ball hit to the face from Roman Smart and Wendy Dillon. Both of them thought it was hilarious, and then the rest of the staff thought it was a riot when they found out that Wendy took me out. Never did live that one down during my entire tenure there. The staff would always try to get Roman or Wendy on the opposing team, and sic them on me. Caleb Lewis/Mock was pretty good too, but never took me out by smacking me in the face. I remember fondly that Vic used to sit in his plastic blue throne on the top of the gym steps, overseeing the games much like Shao Kahn in Mortal Kombat. I'd get nailed in the face, and rather than stand up in surprise, he'd smirk and ask me if I was dead. If I replied, he assumed I wasn't, and the games continued.
Here I am starting another overnight camp
     Vic once asked me why I was wearing Egyptian jewelry, because I lost it on the floor during a Shambattle game. 24 years later, I still don't have an answer to that question, although it has graduated from Egyptian to Celtic. I guess that's a good thing.     Mrs. Beers waddling into the Bombardment game when she was 80 months pregnant. "Don't bounce it off my belly and you'll live to see another school day!"
The Phoenix Crew getting their overnight camp briefing.
      Mr. Bagley getting involved in Bombardment, ever. When he'd show up for the after school games, the entire group would run backwards as one cohesive unit. Come to think of it, Bagley got me in the face at least once. I remember flying backwards, and it was the only time Vic actually laughed when I got injured during a game. He usually just smirked.     Ryan. Man, Ryan was everywhere. He was involved in every Bombardment game there ever was, which made him the undisputed King of the Bombardment Arena. It was not uncommon to see Roman, Michael, and Josh conspiring to try and take Ryan out right after the game started. There was at least one instance where he was hit with three balls, almost at exactly the same time, because everybody wanted to get the champion out of the game straight away. By contrast, I'd lost count of how many games Ryan won.     Crawling around in Mark's silver dome. There's no words to describe it; it simply has to be experienced.     The store, and buying my first Space Center shirt in it. I've still got that shirt, even though I don't fit in it. My wife does quite nicely though. Also, lots and lots of Corn Nuts. By the truckload. Photocopied. German. Money. 

     The Green Machine! When you're a young sprout, the idea of having to come up with some sort of costume/outfit is pretty out of the realm of possibility. Playing an Orion Pirate, I realized that I had to look like a scavenger -- so, for whatever reason, I grabbed my grandmother's green button-down shirt, and used it to clean off several dry erase boards. I then wore it, open, over a white tee, which .. Didn't really do much of anything except make Vic laugh. 24 years later, they still call me The Green Machine. Not a lot of people got a nickname coming out of there, but I'm proud to say mine still sticks a score later.
     Somehow getting elected to be the Captain on the back nine of an overnight mission. The details of this one escape me, but for whatever reason, I got nominated as the "go-to" guy to lead the Voyager crew the following morning and sitting in the Captain's chair. I was a very hands-on Captain, and didn't spend a lot of time sitting in the chair. I did, however, spend a lot of time telling Vic, in whatever character he was, where to stick it. I hung up on him more than once, to the point where he actually took over the comm system and forced me to listen to him. It was, shall we say, an unnecessarily hard mission, and we almost got blown into deep space a few times. I remember distinctly Vic saying that "no staff member was going to beat him at his own game." If he hadn't pulled a Kobayashi Maru and changed the rules, I would have. When it was all said and done, I was outside leaning on the bricks waiting for my ride, when a couple of kids came out and told me what an awesome Captain I was. Made my year. 
     The metal spiraling stairs on the Voyager deck. I have permanent scarring on my knee from jamming it into the stairs so many times, whether it's from slipping because of security chasing me, or slipping because I'm in too much of a hurry. Absolutely worth it. 

The Voyager Crew lined up in the Voyager hallway ready for boarding
 The stars laserdisc.     "Pause!"     "Front!" "Stars!" "Back!" "Next card!"     Tex. Oh, how I miss Tex. 24 years later, and I can still hear it: "Ya got Tex!"     The smell of the proverbial urine and fecal matter on the bridge when Vic would yell at the Captains from time to time. Being 10-11 years old and having some anonymous voice yell at you was a pretty good way to wet the chair or fudge your Huggies. We always watched the monitors to see who took it the hardest, and spent the rest of the mission torturing them. And laughing about it. When you say it out loud, it makes it sound like we were a bunch of sadistic kids.     "Environment first! Environment first!"     "Roull.. Are you out there, Roull?"     "Gas, Captain.. I've got gas."     All together now: "Target that explosion and fire!"     I loved the Klingon phasers, and the sounds of the bigger guns security used to use. Still do. 
The Voyager's Security Station

     Knowing that my sister will be going to one of the Space Camps for her class field trip this year, and that she'll be able to have at least a small portion of the experience I did. That thought brings the biggest grin you could possibly imagine to my face. Very Cheshire Cat. I'd love nothing more than to know when and where so I could be there, but if I don't, just knowing that she's going to be there is incredibly satisfying to me.
     Graduating 6th grade. The conditions of being able to work in the Space Center were that you kept your grades up, and as soon as they went down, you were out. I was spending all my time in the Center -- literally going from math class back to home room to drop off my books, back to the Center, to lunch, and then back for an afternoon mission. On Fridays, it'd be home for a few hours, and back to the Center to do an overnight, and sometimes a day mission right after that. I wouldn't make it home until 6pm on Saturday. I'd pass out and dream about Monday, when it'd all start anew. There was some concern because of how much time I spent in the Center vs how much time I spent in class, but not only did I graduate, but my name is still on the plaque at the school with the other honor society members who graduated that year. Ask Vic, he'll show you where it's at. He was very proud of me.
     Family. Looking back on my time at the Center, the one thing that comes to mind very strongly was the overwhelming sense of family we had. Vic was Dad, and Mark and Bill were the cool older brothers with all the neat toys. I don't remember half the people I went to high school with (come to think of it, I don't remember 90% of them), but I remember Robbie Duclos ("Dew-CLOSE, not Dew-CLAWS!"), Matt Bezzant (I ran into Matt during the rally at the Alpine School District offices, and he summed it up well: "Don't you feel like one of the oldest people here?"), Josh Webb, his brother Alex, Roman Smart, Wendy Dillon, Robyn Avenetti, Caleb Lewis (now "Mock"), Victor Williamson, Mark Daymont, Bill Schuler, and countless others who helped shape my life into what it is today. It feels like it was yesterday every time I think about it, and it makes me smile no matter what kind of mood I'm in. 

The Front of the Odyssey

     I know it's cliche, but my fondest memory about the Space Center is what it did for me to help me become who I am today. All of these experiences combined helped set me on a course to where I am right this very moment (which, unfortunately, is somewhat irresponsibly writing this communique from my office when I really should be working, but don't tell anyone -- it's something I learned from Vic!).
     A lot has changed in 28 years, whether it's the cast, crew, construction, or the way the Center's viewed. Voyager is now a thing of the past, and the Center's not quite the playground it used to be, but it's evolved into something better, and will continue to touch every life that comes through there. 
     I hope these memories have been as interesting to you as they are as cherished to me.  And, honestly, I hope Vic can explain some of these that need explaining. He may not have any idea.
The Green Machine
Jay Johnson

The Imaginarium