... as if I didn't live life in a constant state of surprise ... there was still the unanticipated, totally out-of-the-blue and spectacular introduction of this bizarre chapter in the ongoing saga called "... So You Think You've Seen It All!"
It was an ordinary afternoon of rangering at the Visitors Center when my cellphone vibrated in my pocket. Surely this was another of the frequent calls from Dorian -- calls that I've had a lifetime of having to accept. My daughter is incapable of understanding that there are hours in the day when Mom is inaccessible -- and Heaven knows this time it just could be that emergency that is always in the wings waiting to happen ... but it was my niece, Gail, calling from the Out Back, a little dress shop where she works part time -- and that is the informal Point Richmond gathering place for some of the community's most interesting women.
Leslie, one of the Out Back patrons and her husband had recently purchased at auction, the Sea Shadow. This is a secret ship developed by the CIA at Lockheed during the Seventies. It is currently housed in the humungous hangar-type Howard Hughes-built structure in which it was constructed, and that now sits on a great barge moored at Treasure Island in San Francisco Bay. Intrigued? So was I.
|After make-up session, waiting to go on ...|
We gathered last Wednesday at the site; Faith, a statuesque and stunningly beautiful model and her little daughter, 6 year-old Athena; Leslie, who -- with her husband -- is the current owner of the ship; Dori, the beautiful District Attorney of Marin County; and Betty, the ridiculously late-blooming author of this blog! Dori and Leslie were wearing masks and wings, but my mask was my own, and my wings were the white scarf that would allow me to feel airborne -- and it did.
It was early evening, and we were being filmed underneath the Sea Shadow with the Oakland skyline behind us through the opening of the HMB-1 superstructure that held us all. As a tape of exotic music played and under glaring lights, we (the spirit-fairies), would emerge from the shadows and dance toward the cameras. It took only a few minutes to accomplish, but -- in my "fashion-forward" chiffon garb with a filmy scarf I emulated a kind of ectoplasmic ethereal Theodora Dumbkin spirit. What a wondrous experience! It felt great to be dancing after years of wall-flowering! I may be the only 91 year-old fairy you'll ever see, but let me tell you -- it was absolutely magical!
Photo: Leslie Cameron photo. Gail Clifton in background.