When I lived in Florida, I was fortunate to run into a very sweet couple at a local Star Trek convention. Their names were Norm and Denise, and they were involved in a Star Trek club. The club was called the USS Haven, and it is composed of some of the nicest people I’ve ever had the privilege to know. Norm basically runs the club, but he’s quick to point out that he doesn’t really consider himself “in charge.” He has always told the members that it is their club. His job “has always been to serve [the] Crew.”