HOLLYWOOD — “I’ve got the license and the faggot letter if you want to look at them,” Anthony Sullivan said cheerfully.It’s a glorious California day, sunny and breezy, and a wind chime clangs relentlessly outside the vine-covered apartment building where dancer Ann Miller once scuffed the hardwood floors and the Hollywood Ten met in the basement.Read full article >>
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