What Star Wars Means to Me
In honor of May the 4th, the nerdiest and thus bestest holiday
Return of the Jedi is the first movie I remember going to see.
My dad took me—my mom was the bigger Star Wars fan, but she must’ve stayed home with my brother, who was too little to witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battle station. My memories of the trip are vague and scattered, kaleidoscopes in the dark.
One cle…