I was contacted a couple of days ago by the filmmaker doing the PBS documentary on U. P. writers. She wants to interview me again. That's kind of flattering. So, I'm headed down to Lake Superior tonight to get on camera. I'll probably end up on the cutting room floor. (Actually, everything is digital now, so I'll probably end up in the trash box of some computer, waiting for someone to delete me.) Maybe I'll be able to come up with something eloquent and witty to say. Maybe I'll just point at the waves of Lake Superior and say, "Pretty." We'll see.
Saint Marty has to remember to check his fly before the filming begins.
|E. B. White with his fly zipped|