Too many ‘Star Wars’ tie-ins? Never!

Brooklyn, 1984. My cousins Craig and Phillip hover around a pile of Star Wars action figures like convicts around a square meal. Craig’s favorite is intergalactic bounty hunter Boba Fett. Having only seen bits and pieces of the first two films—oh, and having two X chromosomes—I’m not terribly interested in making whooshing noises as plastic TIE Fighters bear down on Luke and Han. For me, the drama starts when my cousin’s dog creeps in unnoticed and sweeps up Boba, retreating to a corner while Craig shrieks and wails, until my Uncle Eddie pries the figure from Fido’s jaws.