Funny thing about this August – I’ve had the chance to catch up in person with quite a number of high school friends – some of whom I haven’t seen in about 16-17 years. And it’s been kind of weird. When you go this long without seeing people, they tend to remain eternally frozen in the moment you last saw them. Think Han Solo in carbonite. Though hopefully without the look of intense pain. And somehow against all practical reality – despite knowing intellectually that a decade and a half of intense change have passed – some deep-seated, emotional part of you half expects that your friends will thaw out from that carbonite of time slightly worse for wear but fundamentally with the same boyish good looks, rakish smile, devil-may-care attitude and smartass remarks.
For a girl who never saw any of the Star Wars movies until she was in high school (and didn’t see the whole series until they were re-released), I’m a pretty big Star Wars fan. Yoda’s my favorite of course, but Han Solo’s pretty cool too. And I know some really big Star Wars fans. But driving home from work this week, I realized that there is a whole class of fans out there that no one I know touches: