On Friday, my boss came in to the office with a devious grin on his face; the kind that tells the rest of us in the office, "uh oh, he's up to something." Usually, this means he has an impossible task in mind to assign us or he's coming to us with a last minute deadline we have to meet, meaning we have to drop everything else we've been doing until now. But instead, it was a devious grin for a good cause, the best cause. Because instead of an impossible task, he'd brought us all Star Wars: Rogue I tickets at the iMax theater later that day. So naturally, our entire staff dropped everything and piled into two cars, and away we went. With buckets of popcorn in hand and slushies for everyone, we all piled in to our seats, everyone beyond excited for the latest Star Wars installment.

At the time, I was so excited about the movie that I didn't even take in the most remarkable fact of the day: that my boss, a middle-aged man, bought Star Wars tickets for his staff, who range from 22 years old to 37 years old, and every single one of us was excited beyond belief for a new Star Wars movie.

There isn't an age barrier when it comes to this timeless classic; my 14 year old cousin is no more excited than my 27 year old cousin about a new Star Wars movie. My 66 year old dad and 19 year old brother have plans to see it together, and I'm not sure whose happier about the fact. At the theater, we saw people from every single walk of life, every single age demographic represented.

Lately, we've all been very divided by the political climate; the election has brought out the worst in everyone, and tensions are insurmountably high. But in the midst of this heavy climate that I myself have been so involved and invested in, it was a very heartwarming thing to see, to think about. That even if we have fundamentally different views, even if we don't agree on everything, the one thing America CAN seem to agree on is our mutual and complete love of Star Wars.