Two weeks ago the first installment of Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit was sliced out of first place at theaters by The Chain Saw Massacre, and thus the forces of good once again seemed in a terrible spot. True, there was some comfort knowing Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy raked in roughly three billion worldwide, but actual solace even today can only be found in one place. It’s a tiny hamlet called Bearsville, bordering the anomaly of Woodstock. Yes, it’s Bearsville, for only there might be found the one surviving pioneer of the Tolkien phenomenon.