As we left, I commented to Natalie that Anne and I had worried that the experience might not be as magical as it had been in years past. “Was it?” she asked. Oh yes. It was good to be back. This entry was posted inFriends of the Cafeand taggedAlabama Chanin Factory,Florence Ala...
The last time I saw the place the grass grew green where once stood the City Hall, the corn-stalks waved their banners on the very site of the old store–I ask pardon, the “Emporium”–of Jackson, Jones & Co., and what had been the square, staring white court-house–not a ...
It might be better if the admirable restraint was universal. Shubham Saraf’s Ophelia and Bettrys Jones’ Laertes both come across as hysterical in contrast; their roles are used as a foil to the royal family a little clumsily. And I suspect it will surprise no one that Pearce Quigley’s...