I remember seeing “Star Wars” for the first time like it was yesterday.
My dad used to do a lot of business in Washington, D.C. and every summer, he would take me with him for a two or three day business trip.
In July 1977, when I was 13, we were in Washington. After a couple of morning meetings, my dad came back to the hotel and asked what I wanted to do that day.
I said let’s do a museum and then catch that new “Star Wars” movie before dinner. (Remember – this was back before movies were in and out of theaters in two weeks. I think “Star Wars” played in theaters for six months.) As we walked out onto the street after the movie, President Carter’s motorcade went speeding by. For me, that was almost as cool as seeing the movie.
While most people will be noting the 35th anniversary by talking about “Star Wars” as the cultural icon it has become, I will remember it for what it means to me: a summer day, at the movies, just me and my dad.