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Hedgewood exists so that we normal townies have a convenient local epithet for "crazy person."
E.g. My boyfriend wanders around town like a Hedgewood regular, taking pictures of anything in front of him. --Beacon Citizen Network, early 2009.
Worrying about accuracy of "rumors" and "real situations" regarding peanut butter and jelly sandwiches may put you on the short list for admission to this facility.
Personally, I find the residents of Hedgewood who walk the sidewalks of Rt. 52 to be a reassuring presence and a touch of humanity in an otherwise bleak landscape of car dealerships. The skinny guy with the radio has a new pair of boots that must have 8 inch heels. I still miss "Got a dollar?" David, a man with long white hair, a beard and a yellow raincoat, who often came into town to chat.
Not to add to the rumor mill, but I heard they serve Fluffernutters on holidays.