So Iâ€™m standing at the counter saying good-bye to my friends Mary and Primo. It is the last day of the season, and Iâ€™m making my final purchase at their general store, which wonâ€™t reopen until spring. I look at the man next to me, and it takes only a half second for me to realize that it is Jim Belushi.
I can feel my heart race, my head pound, and beads of sweat gathering like dark purple clouds before a summer storm. This is ridiculous. I donâ€™t even know Jim Belushi. I canâ€™t even name one movie heâ€™s Read more