too late now....

We arrived in Springfield over an hour late of the original agreed meeting time. For those who have been to Springfield, the home of both Abe and Obahma, it isn't much to look at. The town is pretty much as flat and laid out on top of the land as cake icing. I'm a skeptic by nature, and couldn't help but think that the plain-jane atmosphere of Illinois would be any good as a "Midwest Hollywood", let alone any locale in the Bible Belt. So, Halice drives us down a to a typical middle-class neighborhood, nothing to write home about or even call about. These are nice homes, stucko, and brick mainly. Of course, with the rate and exactness of the venture so far, it was no surprise that the address of this "producer's" house was not included in the directions. In what can only be called a whim of dumb-luck we guess at the house. The house with the most cars would be the only thing to actract us to an answer. You know a producer would definitely have the most cars, both for himself and all the attention and business that would done on a day to day basis. If we were more attentive upon walking up to the front door was Deano's self-stamped director's/set folding chair placed carefully at a forty-five degree angle on the front stoop. With Halice's blind excitement, the door was opened without barely a doorbell chime. What stood in front of us was a plump, soft man complete with a charicature comb-over, squared off eyeglasses, a cellphone tightly attached to his right ear, and a pair of small cuts on his forehead....