I wanted to write something about John Hughes today, about how seeing boobs in "Sixteen Candles" made me excited to have some one day, how I have shown "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" on many a field trip to urban kids who have never seen the movie but then ADORE it (who doesn't love a story of skipping school, dysfunctional families, and overzealous school administrators?), etc....
But then my friend Mary posted this girl's blog post on Facebook and I read it and got teary.
Quite a glimpse of John Hughes the man instead of John Hughes the brilliant movie-making machine that defined my generation. This post is additionally a tribute to the now somewhat lost art of letter writing and how letters simply resonate in a way emails/tweets/blogs just can't. Beautiful.
Thanks for sharing your story with us, Alison.
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