“Sorry About the Mess”: Star Wars and the Virtues of Garbage

I learned to love Star Wars through my Gen-X brother’s stories, his scuffed Kenner toys, and worn VHS tapes with the originals recorded off of HBO. I wasn’t there in ’77, ’80, or ’83, but I had a homemade Ewok costume in ’86. I was an eager convert. I was there at midnight for the…