STAR WARS Episode VIII: The Last Straw
It was the summer of ’77 when my father, recently divorced and living in a trailer park, came to pick my brother and me up for a weekend visit. We piled into the white station wagon and went off to the movies. Not wearing seat belts, we leaned over the front seat asking him what we were to see. Dad told us, “It’s a movie about a guy whose desk catches fire.” Groaning with disappointment,…