#snailmail Thirty-two years ago, Dad came home with what could only be described as the Holy Grail of my childhood—Boba Fett. Dad was the kind of guy who once called Kenner, under the auspices of a local newspaperman, to ask if they were making a Yoda action figure and when it would arrive. In secret, he also raked together four proofs of purchase and sent off a check to Kenner and gobsmacked me and my brother with Boba's surprise delivery. More »