Look, I'm not a sci-fi geek. But one of the greatest stories in pop culture is the story of redemption in Star Wars. When I was a kid, there was one solitary figure that embodied evil. Darth Vader. (Whoever came up with that name, by the way, nice job.) No one, and I mean NO ONE could strike as imposing a figure. And the director did this thing in the original, in Empire, and in the finale, Return of the Jedi, where when he entered the room, it scared the crud out of you.
I'm an adult now and I'm no longer scared of the dark. I no longer run up the stairs of the basement and I don't worry about what could be lurking in the closets. But when the good guys leave a room in Star Wars and just seconds later, Darth Vader comes in, right on their heels, it still gives me a bit of a scare. His entrance onto the Rebel ship in the original was our first glimpse. Then later in the film, Obi-Wan walks around the corner and runs into him and while Obi-Wan knew exactly what he was doing, no one else is feeling real good about being in the room with the baddest dude on the planet.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Guest Blogger - Tucker Heaton
My Dad
By Tucker Heaton
I love my dad. He gives me so much that I don’t need. He is just one of the important people in my life.
One of the things he gives me is to live in our house. I live with my sister, my mom, myself, and my dad. He pays for the food I eat every day. Now do you see what dads do for everyone? One of my favorite privileges my dad gives me is the ability to play sports. I have now been playing for 7 years! And I’m 10 years old!
I love my dad and I know he loves me and is proud of me every day.
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