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Show Lost at Sea When I am eleven I marry Mark Hamill, the actor who played Luke Skywalker in the original Star Wars trilogy. The wedding is simple, no music, the ring from the popped top of a tennis ball can wrapped in wildflowers serves as my wedding band. My friend, Stacy Kaup, the only witness. We hold the ceremony near the Tennis Court Tree, a block from my house in Maloelap, under the bright Hawaiian sun, and afterwards I help my new husband haul himself into its yoke. Not knowing what to do next, we retreat to our bedroom, a rotting piece of plywood that sits across one of the fatter limbs, and kiss. For my birthday that year, my friend, Suzette, gives me a sky blue Hanes t-shirt that reads "I LOVE MARK HAMILL" in fuzzy iron-on letters. In return, I present her with a similar shirt that proclaims "I LOVE BARRY MANILOW." For days on end, I wear my new shirt, even after one of the L's falls off Still, this doesn't seem enough, so one afternoon I cut 8 Vi" by 11" red letters out of construction paper-one block letter per sheet-and outfit the entire wall of my room with the same statement. Where open space remains, I collage my Mark Hamill picture collection: Mark in The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia, Mark with his light saber, Mark lying on a rug wearing a blue striped shirt that is open to the middle of his hairless chest, Mark sitting in the cockpit of his X-Wing. I leave no doubt of my allegiance to any who walk into my room. My marriage lasts until next winter when I am vacationing with my family on the Big Island at KMC, the military camp/resort that sits next to Hawaii Volcano National Park and learn from Tiger Beat that Mark Hamill is already married, that he has several 130 |