An Afternoon in Tattooine

       An Afternoon in Tattooine

     On a recent trip to Tattooine I ran into a friendly and rather cute Jawa;  The Force was with her.

       “Teedee tee dee!” She said. Translation:  Follow me to the Cantina.    

     Often my new Jawa friend would stop to scout for Sandpeople;  They always travel single-file to hide their numbers. 

I think she likes me.

      You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than at the cantina in Mos Eisley, but they serve a nice IPA. “We must be cautious” I thought.

    There was a lot of work to do with the rebellion battling the evil Empire but for now I would be content to knock back a few with my new friend. “Teedee tee dee”  She said.  Translation beer is good.

You can never let your guard down
in a place like Mos Eisley.