Raising Luke Skywalker
Behind our innocent exteriors, however, my son and I are locked in a battle to the death, light sabers drawn, battling from the basement to the hallway of our house as though it were the dungeons and corridors of the Death Star itself.
There is a man who comes to my door asking for work on a regular basis. He’s about 29, strong, intelligent – and manipulative. He reminds me of my friend Jerry.