Happy Star Wars Day. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you need to get your Geek on.
In 1977 I was in Air Force Basic Training at Lackland AFB, Texas. When we got a town pass, most of us were to going to San Antonio to get laid. I had my date and I took her lunch and a movie. This new movie was debuting. Star Wars. In the next year, I wound up watching Star Wars 13 times.
But let me back this story up about a few months. Yeah I was 19 but I still collected comic books. But I was 19, not a kid. I had a system. Like I had for years, I would go to the Food Corral and buy two of any comic that had a #1 on it. So I bought two comics of this things called Stars Wars. One to read and one to bag in plastic. I wasn’t impressed with the story line. It was a “space opera” but they had laser swords instead of pistols. WTF? On top of that, the story line centered on two robots. One who was obviously GAY and the other was a mobile trash can and you couldn’t understand what the hell it was saying.
Needles to say I fell in Love with the story like just about everyone else on the planet.
When “The Empire Strikes Back” came out, I was stationed at Kunsan AB, South Korea. It started playing in the base theater at midnight and kept playing as fast as they could rewind the film. All weekend long, 24 hours a day. Yes, I was there at midnight. Because it was a military theater the National Anthem was played before the movie. this showing we were so pumped up that we SANG (yes the entire audience) the Star Spangled Banner.
Two years later we took our two year old son, Brian to see Strikes Back so that he would know what
Dad he was getting for his birthday.
In 1985 Brian’s baby brother got Jedi stuff for his birthday. He found the treasure trove in (where else) Dad’s closet and had everything ripped open and was playing with it on Mom and Dad’s bed. Needless to say we had to go back to Wal Mart and get more. By this time his older brother was handing out action figures. “Please don’t beat me up, here’s Luke Skywalker”. That made Dad start his own collection. We had them all. During the divorce we didn’t argue about who would get the kids or the car or anything else. Well, except for the dolls and the action figures. Specifically one action figure.
So Happy Stars Wars Day. Throw it in the DVD player and feel free to watch it over and over.