30 Years
Thirty years have passed.
Thirty years, today.
I can’t really express in words how much Star Wars shaped my life. I honestly don’t remember a time without Star Wars. Granted, I was 3 1/2 when it came out. But that’s not the point.
I remember wanting to fly around in the Aluminum, er…sorry, the Millennium Falcon and climb into those cool gun turrets and blast away some Imperial Tie-Fighters.
I remember recreating the trash compactor scene with my buddy Matt Watkins in the muddy ditch in front of his grandmothers house, which I’m sure there may still be a couple of figures buried out there.
Playing with Paul Taylor and John Robert Jameson. Building scores of Tie-Fighters out of paper plates and Styrofoam cups, just to blow them up with firecrackers.
I remember waiting for my Dad to come home and give me a lightsaber. Which, I’m sorry to say, hasn’t happened yet.
Thirty years have passed.
Thirty years since a defiant young princess stood up to an oppressing galactic empire. Since two small, insignificant droids found themselves on a mission that would forever change the lives of all whose path they crossed.
Since a selfish smuggler found his place in the universe. Since a young man took his first step into a larger world.
Thirty years since George Lucas' sprawling space opera first inspired and amazed the world.
Here’s to another 30.
PS: Oh, and the rumor mill at Celebration 4 is that the Flannelled One just may announce this weekend that he wants to make another SW theatrical movie. This one set well before the Prequels. So, we’ll see…….
•••
In other news, well, let’s see. It took a couple of weeks longer than originally planed, but my company finally moved to Richardson. So far the lights still work.
The house is coming together quite nicely. We’ve cooked out on Darcy’s old grill a few times now, and the results have been very pleasing. Pep has taken full reign of the house, so much so that I’m worried about her reaction to her new housemates, when they finally arrive.
And speaking of which, yeah, this is my last week of bachelorhood. So far, I’ve been pretty calm about it. It’s a new chapter of my life, and I can’t wait to see how it reads.
May The Force Be With You!
-Jos
"What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen." ~Cynthia Ozick
Thirty years, today.
I can’t really express in words how much Star Wars shaped my life. I honestly don’t remember a time without Star Wars. Granted, I was 3 1/2 when it came out. But that’s not the point.
I remember wanting to fly around in the Aluminum, er…sorry, the Millennium Falcon and climb into those cool gun turrets and blast away some Imperial Tie-Fighters.
I remember recreating the trash compactor scene with my buddy Matt Watkins in the muddy ditch in front of his grandmothers house, which I’m sure there may still be a couple of figures buried out there.
Playing with Paul Taylor and John Robert Jameson. Building scores of Tie-Fighters out of paper plates and Styrofoam cups, just to blow them up with firecrackers.
I remember waiting for my Dad to come home and give me a lightsaber. Which, I’m sorry to say, hasn’t happened yet.
Thirty years have passed.
Thirty years since a defiant young princess stood up to an oppressing galactic empire. Since two small, insignificant droids found themselves on a mission that would forever change the lives of all whose path they crossed.
Since a selfish smuggler found his place in the universe. Since a young man took his first step into a larger world.
Thirty years since George Lucas' sprawling space opera first inspired and amazed the world.
Here’s to another 30.
PS: Oh, and the rumor mill at Celebration 4 is that the Flannelled One just may announce this weekend that he wants to make another SW theatrical movie. This one set well before the Prequels. So, we’ll see…….
•••
In other news, well, let’s see. It took a couple of weeks longer than originally planed, but my company finally moved to Richardson. So far the lights still work.
The house is coming together quite nicely. We’ve cooked out on Darcy’s old grill a few times now, and the results have been very pleasing. Pep has taken full reign of the house, so much so that I’m worried about her reaction to her new housemates, when they finally arrive.
And speaking of which, yeah, this is my last week of bachelorhood. So far, I’ve been pretty calm about it. It’s a new chapter of my life, and I can’t wait to see how it reads.
May The Force Be With You!
-Jos
"What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen." ~Cynthia Ozick
posted by Josh at
8:15 AM
1 Comments:
ohh I remember those thirty years...In fact for the past couple of weeks so many Joshhood memories have flooded my brain that I have laughed and cried replaying Joshypooh stories. I remember some of those explosions well. I also rememer the makeshift light saber. And no Santa Clause could not find one all those years ago... I remember a sweet infant smelling of baby powder bundled into a tiny yellow gown being brought home from the hospital in the middle of an ice storm...it felt like about three weeks later you were climbing onto the roof dressed in a superman suit with a red towel pinned around your neck and three imaginary sidekicks along for the voyage...a couple more weeks and you were driving...the next thing I knew college was over and you were actually getting up on time and going out into the "real world" and only a few short weeks ago you met the "princess" of your galaxy and in just days you will become a married man still filled with the awe of that same happy little boy who played with a makeshift light saber conducting his own "Star Wars". In the book of Mama you will always be that little boy.....Love MotherDear
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