Sunday, March 27, 2016
Promptly at 10:30 by pre-arrangement, I found myself sitting in the rangers "Cube" at the Visitor Center waiting for the telephone to ring. It did. The caller identified herself as Zoe Donaldson of O Magazine (yes, that's Oprah's) and the interview began as planned. I'm being featured in the June issue along with other "women of inspiration." That's a bit much, right?
She opened showing little evidence that she knew very much about the National Park Service, but -- after all -- this would be my chance to speak with someone who had few preconceptions about the subject; which could be awful or great, depending upon where the chat would take us with so little to build upon.
The interviewer was obviously young and enthusiastic, and very easy to talk with. The usual tension experienced prior to these interviews was strangely missing. We covered an awful lot in the 30 minutes that we had in which to do so. Her questions were real and there was curiosity to match. I felt good as we signed off.
The last question was, "... if you could visit any park site of the entire 410 units now in existence, where would you wish to go?" Easy. To Hamilton, says I! That Broadway show crowds out even the 410 units of the park system these days.
Unfortunately, the night before the interview I'd seen a repeat of the Charlie Rose/Lin-Manuel Miranda 1-hour interview, and again I was reminded that I need to experience this phenomena while it's in its original cast form, and that my shelf life is growing too rapidly toward stale-date status, and that if I'm going to do that it needs to happen post haste, or it may not happen at all. That's even bigger than an interview with O magazine.
Last week there was a call from a NY filmmaker inviting me to come to the east coast to participate in a segment of a film now in production. It has to do with women in uniform, as I understand it, or how we respond to life depending upon what we're wearing. It's quite lovely, I think, something I'd be really proud to participate in. The caller free-lances for The New York Times, Vogue, Elle, etc., but the only thing I heard was New York. Could I tack this onto the upcoming trip to the WWII Museum in New Orleans in early June? That would get me to the East Coast and I could do this plus see Hamilton! But that would be a stretch even for Super Woman, right?
Am I obsessed? One might say that.
Heard from superintendent Tom Leatherman yesterday that I should return a call to British Airways. They would like an interview for their In-Flight magazine. That's on Tuesday at one o'clock (PDT). This appears to be my new normal. Find myself wondering how long it will take before I stop feeling like a faux celebrity?
... and I've not even mentioned to my supervisors the call from the NY filmmaker. I'm so fearful that given cataract surgery scheduled for April 4; Telluride Documentary Festival in Colorado on the Memorial Day weekend, and, the trip to the WWII Museum and a family reunion in New Orleans, Louisiana just 10 days later -- on June 10th ... what are the odds?
(... and when do you suppose it was that I crossed over into Neverland?)
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