Ack! John Hughes just died. The poor guy was only 59 -- 8 years younger than my mom, ulp. And he was only taking a walk. Admittedly there are worse ways to go than fast while you're talking a walk in NYC, but I'd like to do it at 89, thankyouverymuch.
(On a selfish level, there goes my childhood. Not to mention my plans to write a 20-years-later rom com and try to convince him to direct.)
(On a selfish level, there goes my childhood. Not to mention my plans to write a 20-years-later rom com and try to convince him to direct.)