Two movie makers most defined key aspects of my youth (Cameron Crowe being the other). They could always be counted on to properly bring context to the world I was attempting to discern. And if all else failed their work was the comfort I sought when that world was otherwise overwhelming. Thus, I am deeply wounded by the loss of one of the pillars of my generation's cultural standard. A hero of my imagination. A savior of my very sanity.
Mr. Hughes you shall be missed. But we will remember you often. And with gusto.
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