I would like for someone – anyone, really – in Hollywood to stand up and tell the truth. Just come right out with it.
“Y’all,” I’d like to hear them say. “We have slap dab run out of ideas in Hollywood.” Well, they probably wouldn’t say it with a Southern accent, but you get the point.
I loved Halloween when I was a kid. It was a fun chance to dress up as a character you loved, but more importantly, it was a chance to get hyped up on sugar in a way your mother wouldn’t let you any other day of the year.
It was a surreal sight, those first images I saw of the neighborhood in Blakely, down in the heart of Southwest Georgia where I grew up. It looked like a bomb had gone off. It didn’t look real. But it was.