Two weeks ago I received an e-mail from Amanda Koval, an Iona College journalism student who wanted to interview me.
“Sure,” I replied. “Give me some dates.”
Amanda responded, and we agreed I would come to campus on a weekday morning. Fine. Great. No sweat.
Well, some sweat—I suck at keeping a schedule. On the agreed upon morning, I dropped my kids off at school, returned home and prepared to hit Starbucks for some writing. I checked me e-mail … CRAP. It was Amanda, reminding me she’d be on the third floor and …
I bolted out the door and jumped into my car. I forgot what Amanda was doing this for—print, web, radio. I arrive, and there’s a TV camera. I’m wearing my typical dirtbag attire. Gray sweatshirt with the pocket stuffed with wallet and cell phone. Baggy maroon hoops shorts, straight off the Marshall’s clearance shelf. Sandals.
Amanda did a wonderful job.
I look like a fool.
