Sometimes Hollywood imitates small town life and sometimes small town life imitates Hollywood. Why were we so accepting of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death due to heroin, but can’t comprehend that Woody Allen can’t help his accused, unnatural behavior? We have to believe the reason of Hoffman’s untimely death because there was proof. Proof is very believable. In a world where we only believe solid, unmitigated proof, one accusation is not enough to turn the public’s head to demand justice.

I’m learning to fit my school schedule with 3 busy kids, a husband with his own agenda and everything else that needs to be done in ONLY 24 hours! I clean, I craft, I bake, I root LOUDLY for my BoSOX! I scrapbook, I’m in love with the theatre. I memorize movies. I sing and dance in the car. I read magazines backwards, and love road trips.Always keeping one hand on my geeky roots, while the other has a firm grip on God.
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Monday, February 3, 2014
Woody Allen and Small Town America: Shameful Things We Have in Common
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By now you may wonder how I wound up here. Or, maybe not. Maybe you wonder how silly putty picks crap up from comic books. The point is, I don't see another freaking narrator, so pipe down.
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