vixmom, one of the most mesmerizing pieces of theatre I ever saw was a production of Hiawatha done by the National Theatre. It used nothing but the poem and composed music and was bascially a holiday show for kids, but this adult was utterly enchanted by it.
WONDERFUL, WEIRD HOLLYWOOD: Yesterday I had a meeting right in the heart of Hollywood on Cahuengha right between Hollywood Blvd. & Sunset Blvd. After the meeting, I went to Hutson's B-b-q joint across the street right down from my favourite newstand. Hutson's ain't Dr. Hogly-Wogly's but it will do in a pinch when you don't want to drive all the way out to Sepulveda in the Valley. Inside Hutson's is Mickey Rooney, looking like a wrinkled little gnome, spilling b-b-q sauce on his pants. I guess he was with his one of his sons. Outside on the street was porn-icon Ron Jeremy chatting with ex-madame Heidi Fleiss sporting some of the worst plastic surgery I've ever seen, veering into Michael Jackson terrain in its extremity. Only in Hollywood. I remember back in the eighties, Mickey Rooney at one time had some sort of commercial stake in Hutson's and it was, for about five minutes, called Mickey Rooney's Hutson's B-b-q.