There are some strong women in this world. Can “Columbiana” pack a punch, or is “Irene” dropping the hammer?
It was a frighteningly stormy Sunday morning. This wacko named “Irene” had been working her way up the coast and had just entered the peaceful town of Norwood, Mass. I looked out the window, and I’m not kidding you, crazy Irene was snapping tree branches like they were toothpicks! She was tossing lawn furniture like Bobby Knight coaching at an Indiana Hoosiers basketball game! At one point I think I saw a cow fly by my sliding glass door, just like a scene out of “Twister.” I could feel it in my bones, this lady was coming for me. Continue reading Columbiana vs. Irene