I love the acknowledgment of the incredible amounts of screen time to show Woodstock's most mundane activities. It is about the journey. It reminds me of Charles Schulz when I was a child... He built an ice rink for us all to go to every weekend. I think it was for his wife... purely for her joy... just to go round... but we all did. And it was lovely.
We had mean kids in our neighborhood and they would chase me and my friend annie all over the place along with packs of dogs who may or may not have torn us apart if they caught us. Eventually, the mean, kids parents sent them over to apologize for harassing me and they brought their little brother who they pushed forward and offered up as someone I could beat up. If I wanted to. my mother was there during this. It was a very bizarre moment in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts. Then my parents got divorced and they both moved into really small apartments in Boston and Brookline. But I sure loved the peanuts
I love the acknowledgment of the incredible amounts of screen time to show Woodstock's most mundane activities. It is about the journey. It reminds me of Charles Schulz when I was a child... He built an ice rink for us all to go to every weekend. I think it was for his wife... purely for her joy... just to go round... but we all did. And it was lovely.
Wow, are you kidding me you knew the man himself? What was he like? Was he really funny?
I was a tiny kid—so not really—but I did go skating there every weekend :)
There were always great lessons in the Charlie Brown specials. I just wrote about the mean kids who never seemed to learn those lessons. Hehe.
We had mean kids in our neighborhood and they would chase me and my friend annie all over the place along with packs of dogs who may or may not have torn us apart if they caught us. Eventually, the mean, kids parents sent them over to apologize for harassing me and they brought their little brother who they pushed forward and offered up as someone I could beat up. If I wanted to. my mother was there during this. It was a very bizarre moment in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts. Then my parents got divorced and they both moved into really small apartments in Boston and Brookline. But I sure loved the peanuts