. . . in the form of Blaine, Laurel, Baby James, and an encounter with Pottery Barn. Their marketing plan for overpriced Millennium Falcon Quilts? Get your picture taken with a Jedi and a Storm Trooper! Never mind that the Jedi looked like Al from Home Improvement - he had the outfit, and that's what counts. For bonus points, he left out the mullet. And the unbelievably strained and hokey dialogue.
You have never seen a prouder papa than Blaine holding his son holding a plastic lightsaber. You could almost feel the - what are they called, mitoclorians? Mitochondria? Anyway, you could almost feel them flowing.
We walked around the tourist trap village for a few minutes, then headed to the old Spanish fort for a cannon demonstration by volunteers in period dress. One of those cannon balls could be shot up to three miles.
For this week, our hope is that you will be just as relaxed as Papa Blaine is in this photo. A sunny day, a hammock, a straw hat, and . . . a cigar and a video camera? (And someone else in charge of the baby, we presume.)
