In 1977, a 22-year-old truck driver named James Cameron went to see Star Wars with a pal. His friend enjoyed the movie; Cameron walked out of the theater ready to punch something. He was a college dropout and spent his days delivering school lunches in Southern California’s Orange County. But in his free time, he painted tiny models and wrote science fiction — stories set in galaxies far, far away. Now he was facing a deflating reality: He had been daydreaming about the kind of world that Lucas had just brought to life. Star Wars was the film he should have made.
30 years ago, James Cameron was a dropout and a truck driver. How crazy is that?
A lot can change in 30 years. Or even 10. Sitting with old friends at a dive bar in the Mission this past weekend, we thought back to 10 years ago -- we were high school seniors. It is funny to think about how far we've come in 10 years... from fresh faced kids to building our grand plans. Its even more staggering to think where we'll be in another ten.
And what about another 10 after that? If we keep moving, who knows?