I spent one summer painting houses with a man named Pete Phillips. Pete was one of those small-town characters who seemed less like a person and more like a local weather pattern. You didn't hire Pete to paint your house. Pete happened to your house. But in the best way. He loved Star Wars with the kind of devotion usually reserved for religion, taxidermy, or hockey. Pete believed Star Wars contained practical life instruction, and because we sp…
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