Thursday, February 05, 2009
In Texas circa 1978
In the late 70's I did a lot of travelling, showing films and talking about them. My own little vaudeville life. I came across this description of a campus visit in the file cabinet and thought I'd add it to the blog:
His name was Curtis and he was a history professor. His wife didn't like me. They lived in an immaculate house. "Would you like punch or coffee?" she asked me. He couldn't stop talking.
He told me of his plan to write a novel about a pair of Siamese twins in the Civil War, with divided loyalties. "Stop talking and eat your cake," his wife told him. I had my own tv tray for the cake plate and punch cup.
He showed me the books he'd written: books of inspirational sayings, historical books on the Confederates in Mexico, and joke books.
He glowed. "You'll have to forgive me for talking so much, but I just have to tell you this. When I saw 'The Three Little Pigs' for the first time in a theatre, it was one of the thrills of my life."
He was so round and shiny and full of good thoughts and things to say.