By Matthew G. Moross
SCHENECTADY — I have always been convinced that the only production of the musical “Annie” I could truly enjoy was the one where Miss Hannigan, not the orange-haired pixie and her bald pated patron, emerged victorious.
Through countless productions I have waited, ever hopeful, for that alternate ending to be staged. But the end of Act 2 has never brought us to Miss Hannigan’s Meat Pie Shoppe, where the proprietress grinds that perky red haired bundle of optimism into a paprika sprinkled meat pie. What might have been. The corrective justice lost.