If you could, would you be a movie star or
a rock star?
Good lord, no. I can't even imagine
living in a bubble like these guys do. I look at how they lose their
privacy and have seen how it destroys the lives of too many, especially
younger people. (Besides that, I have no talent!)
Have you ever been in the media (TV,
Radio, Papers)?
Well, I've been a theater critic for the
newspaper for 17 years, and have written various columns for the paper over
the years. I have been interviewed on the radio (and will be again
later this month) about local theater, and was on TV during my La Leche
League years--my chance to nurse a baby (David) on TV.
Do you know anyone who's been on a reality
TV show?
No. I think everyone in my life
has better sense. Though Ned loves Survivor so much, if he
weren't an old man (about to turn 50), he might enjoy being on that.
But I doubt it.
Have you ever met anyone famous?
I met Judy Garland when she was touring her
Carnegie Hall show in San Francisco. I sat with Carol Channing at a cocktail
party before an awards ceremony. I was tongue tied and very glad that
so many people were paying court to her that I didn't have to fill the
awkward silence. I got a kiss from my favorite D'Oyly Carte patterman,
John Reed, when we went with the Lamplighters to a Gilbert and Sullivan
festival in England. I once shook hands with Tipper Gore. I met
Piper Laurie when she directed my friend Jim's show Zero Hour (but we
couldn't have a conversation because of her deafness and the noise in the
lobby) And exactly how famous are my friends
Steve Schalchlin
and Jim Brochu anyway? or for that
matter, my friend David Gerrold (author of "The Trouble with Tribbles," who
introduced me to his colleagues, D.C. Fontana and Harlan Ellison, much more
famous Star Trek writers.
Who would play you in a movie?
Melissa McCarthy.
I confused my mother yesterday. She had
been looking at the pictures of her family on the wall and not so much
reminiscing (since she doesn't have firm memories any more), but saying how
lucky she had been to have such a good family, how much fun they had
together, etc.
She looked at me and said, "didn't we?"
I said "Well, I wasn't there, so don't know."
"You weren't there? Why weren't
you there?"
"I wasn't born yet!"
She was confused and she asked me how I got
there. I tried to talk around the subject but finally said "you had
sex with my father."
She looked shocked. "I had sex
with your father??? How could I ever have sex with your
father???"
I finally realized she didn't know who I was.
I asked if she knew who I was and she said. "Of course. You're
my sister."
I told her that no, I was her daughter.
She thought about that for awhile and finally said "I'm going to have to
think about that. I don't understand a word of what you're saying."
Sigh.
Not sure which is more depressing, visiting
my mother or not visiting my mother. I stayed home today to
watch the Comey hearings and this whole thing just makes me depressed over
and over again.
The worst part of all of this is that there
is a questionnaire circulating now about whether or not people would like to
see Trump impeached. But is it better that he stay in office, or that
he be removed and leave Pence in place. Or Ryan? Or Orrin Hatch?
Or Rex Tillerson? or Steve Mnuchin? Or James Mattis? Or Jeff Sessions?
That's the line-up. Which of them would be better for our country than
Trump?
The one consolation is that if you read
postings on Facebook, I was not the only one confused by John McCain's
questions. In fact, I didn't read a single post by anyone who
didn't wonder if he'd had a stroke or just lost it mentally.
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