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If you didn’t think that Danny and I were dorks before, now there is no doubt in your mind. Tonight, as we were sorting our recycling and placing it in the appropriate bins at our apartment complex, Danny glanced over at the cardboard stack and noticed some large black shoes sticking out. He pointed this out to me and, of course, we start excavating the pile of trash to find the owner of the feet. It turns out that it was a life-sized cardboard cutout of Captain Picard. Aside from being a little dusty, it was in pretty good shape. We hauled our pilfered booty upstairs and placed him against the wall of our office. We just couldn’t let him be recycled with those moving boxes and soda crates. I mean, we’ve known the good captain for so long he’s practically family.