I Missed the Fourth

I missed the Fourth. May the Fourth. (Or is it May the Forth?) Obviously I lived through it because I’m still here, but I missed all the opportunities to say, “May the Fourth (Forth?) be with you.”

And, equally as devastating, I missed all the occasions to be a good (but snarky) Presbyterian and respond with, “And also with you.”

I was so consumed with grading term papers and finalizing grades for graduating seniors that the significance of the day passed me by.