Last night we saw a man with wavy grey hair and a full beard eating at the restaurant. He looked vaguely like somebody from around town in Duvall.
This morning I overhead some folks talking about meeting George Lucas at breakfast. Later in the morning we saw this party down the beach from us. Note that they didn’t spring for the cabana rent today.
I still wasn’t sure, but when he walked by talking, and I heard Earl Fordham’s voice, I knew that Star Wars III must be done; the director is on vacation.