Don’t Get Cocky, Kid!
Yet another reblog, since I had to shelve a previous draft for a wholesale rewrite. 😦 So, since I’m halfway through Chris Taylor’s marvelous Star Wars book, here’s a blast from the past. Enjoy. 🙂
On the night of June 15, 1977, there was a disturbance in The Force.
I even described it in the next day’s diary entry: “I had a very strange dream last night: that the world was being completely annihilated and there was an escape (a world directly after). Strange, eh?”
It was officially summer, the school year done, and I didn’t have a job. But I busied myself with a short story I’d started in Creative Writing class, based mostly on the story Pete Martin told me about the Swedish girls he’d met many years before.
Mom even popped for rental of an electric typewriter from an office supply store in Wayzata. Typing at the desk in my bedroom, I was never happier.
And I was still hoping for a reconciliation with Kim, especially when our family joined my brother at the Lake Koronis summer camp he…
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