Before twitter there were fan letters: Dear Mr. Redford

November 12, 1973 Dear Bob  Mr. Redford,I just had to write to tell you how hot and sexy talented, I think you are.  Laura and I bickered over who was more desirable — Robert Redford or Clint Eastwood — with as much fervor as we girls once debated who our favorite Beatle was, Paul or John, George or Ringo. Laura's mother, tiny Corky, curled up in her easy chair with a ciggie and a cup of tea, pronounced both actors 'tall drinks of water'. This was so long before  water became such a desirable commodity that we actually had to buy it by the bottle, back in the seventies when water was still free even in the once desert lands of Los Angeles, that I never quite understood the praise. But yes, Redford could put his shoes under my bed any time, as our mothers might have said, mostly about men whose paths they would likely never cross. I had it so bad for Robert Redford after seeing The Way We Were ; wishing I were Barbara Streisand with her impossibly long eleg

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Interviewing Jane Wells

I've been skittish for a week knowing today was coming. I had an appointment to interview a journalist for 805Living magazine. We're doing a new page for the end of the book featuring local people of note, be they celebrities or interesting, influential folks who live in the Conejo Valley area. My interview was with Jane Wells, an Emmy award winning, Peabody prize winning, super successful broadcast journalist on MSNBC.
And, yes I was nervous. It's not as though I've tried to pass myself off as a journalist. I'm not! I like to write personal essays, short stories, the occasional article and yes, I might have to interview someone in regards to that but HEY! Jane Wells reported on the OJ Case for pete's sake. What the heck did I know about interviewing someone like her?
In reality, the piece is intended to be fun and light, so there really shouldn't have been any pressure ... except the pressure I pile on myself!
I'd requested a bio which she emailed me and I went over it and over it.
I went over and over my questions.
I went over and over my wardrobe.
Finally I was ready. Jeans with a black shirt, brown suede boots and coat. Writerly, but fairly fashionable.
The nifty little digital recorder my husband gifted me with, tucked into one of the small inner pockets of my purse. Tres cute.
And I was on my way.
And you know what, as soon as I saw her, peering quizzically at me, as if to say, Is that you, I realized that it was going to go okay. Which, I'm happy to say, it did. The results will be in the April issue of 805 Living, if you live in our neck of the woods I hope you'll try and pick up the magazine and check it out.


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