Cheers to another "Summer of Love."

This hasn't happened since 1967.

Like the turning of the year, the return to Star Wars brings memories of past rituals (previous screenings; the much-maligned "Star Wars Christmas Special;" that plush Ewok you got that one year). It simultaneously gives us hope that, in each new trip to the theater, the bright light of the opening crawl will renew us again. It can make us what we think we were but have never really been.

I make lists. It is part of who I am when I am manic. I have always made lists and they vary in complexity and their relationship to reality depending on my ascent into mania.