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To be able to remain this in love to the very end seems -- in this day and age -- almost impossible to accomplish.  However, here is seemingly proof that true love can occasionally survive impossible distances and insurmountable obstacles.

Where I first fell in love with movies. The Latchis Movie Theater, on lower Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt.  With it's echoey, magical astrological stars on the rain stained ceiling...and it's roman fantasy side balconies... To the now gone, Paramount Movie Theater, on upper Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt.   Right next to the Woolworths store, which smelled like popcorn and bubble gum and had little green box turtles in the very back.  And it was right across the street from Dunkin' Donuts, on the corner next the the Brooks House, where I got my hair cut on the very tip, top of the building in the gondola room. The Paramount had 75 cent double features on Saturday afternoons.  Two movies and a pop corn for less than a dollar. I remember never being more scared than I was watching The Something of Dracula.  When Dracula drank blood his eyes got bigger and bigger till they exploded.  I was traumatized for life. But, the pop corn...Oh...

Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Robin Williams -- how many more talented, sensitive, articulate, brilliant people must we lose to the isolation of pain, depression and addiction?  It's all because the pain became too hard to cope with.  It's all about getting rid of the unbearable pain of despair.  And we lose all humanity if we presume to judge this condition. Pain steals all judgement, logic, strength and contorts them all into something small, slippery, and utterly impossible to manage on our own after a certain point.  And often, it's our most sensitive people who dare walk out to the edge of these places.  We need to call them back to us when they do.   It takes a village to save our friends from this place.  It only takes one moment to turn someone around, at least for that day.  They may continue to need turning around, but every day is a gift and worth fighting for. Clarity lies in knowing when a tolerable pain, which life is naturally filled...

"Video"  By Aimee Mann Tell me why I feel so bad, honey TV's flat and nothing is funny I get sad and stuck in a cone of silence Like a big balloon with nothing for ballast Labeled like a bottle for Alice Drink me down or I'll drown in a sea of giants And tell me, "Baby, baby, I love you It's nonstop memories of you It's like a video of you playing It's all loops of seven-hour kisses Cut with a couple near-misses Back to the scene of the actor saying: 'Tell me, baby, baby – why do I feel so bad?'" Tell me why I feel so bad, honey Fighting left me plenty of money But didn't keep the promise of memory lapses Like a building that's been slated for blasting I'm the proof that nothing is lasting Counting to eleven as it collapses And tell me, "Baby, baby, I love you It's nonstop memories of you It's like a video of you playing It's all loops of seven-hour kis...

If you went to the Orange County Fair last year on July 13, 2013 -- you just might find your photos, here. Again by popular demand -- A day at The Orange County Fair,  For MORE OF   Louise's visual journey of The OC Fair, 7/13/13 by louise larsen CLICK THERE ^