Dads often expect children to follow their favorite sports team. Or their college. Or even their favorite beer. It can be fanatical. Extreme. “You will get that Gator tattoo or you’re grounded!” “But dad, I’m only 7!” I’ve never been like that. Except … I do have one demand of my 8-year-old daughter. And it’s non-negotiable. She must be a “Star Wars” fan. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to make it happen. I was thinking about this while reading a story about the next installment of “Star Wars.” It told me nothing — only that it will be released in 2015 and is set 30 years after the original series. I read the story over and over again, hoping it held more information. Maybe a secret message. Maybe if I read it upside down. Maybe if I had a “Star Wars” decoder ring! In an instant I was blasted back to a galaxy far, far away. I was 4 years old in 1977 when the first “Star Wars” came out. I consider it my TRUE birth day. For the next decade I dreamed of light sabers. Millennium Falcons. Princess Leia sweeping me off my feet and feeding me grapes (imported from the Dagobah System, of course.) But my daughter couldn’t care less. So whenever I get the chance, I try to reel her in. Like when we’re buying something for a friend’s birthday. “We should get him a ‘Star Wars’ toy!” I suggest. “Oh yeah,” she says. “He’ll love […]
‘Star Wars’ tattoos and that fanatical force
It took me a couple moments to get what I was seeing — the girl with the “Star Wars” tattoo. They’ve become so commonplace, tattoos. So expected and ubiquitous that we hardly notice them anymore. Unless one is different, unexpected and on some level connects with us. I can’t remember the last time I saw someone with a character from “Star Wars” permanently etched on their body. This was a battle droid, and I must say … different, unexpected, and totally connected with me.