Dear Diary: May the fourth be with you! I have loved
Star Wars since I saw it as a kid at a
Kenyan, Indonesian Hawaiian drive-in movie theater where the choom gang would sit-- for free- in the undergrowth to one side of the cars, and get high.
Star Wars on choom was an unforgettable experience. We spent most of it giggling helplessly. I wasn't until seeing it sober, years later that I realized it wasn't a comedy.
I won't be sorry to bid farewell to President
Chihuahua Chinchilla and fly out of Latin America later today. These Hispaniolas mean well, but the make me feel uncomfortable because they don't always understand their own language and are unaccountably puzzled by my beautifully-enunciated Spanish. But enough about me.
