There's nothing inspired in Woody's annual update.
Friday night, after we scored a couple of tickets to the star-studded new production of Arthur Miller's All My Sons, we were looking forward to elbowing our way past a mob of Guy Fawkes impersonators picketing the Schoenfeld Theater. A small force of representatives from the local Anonymous movemen ... More >>
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