Well, I had to change my first choice, the one called A Writing Life. Sometimes putting together a blog is a long process; in A Writing Life the photo suddenly disappeared. So I went back to the photo I secretly like…my glamor girl picture of me at my computer. I’ve always been a bit timid and never wanted to be a showoff. So OK; I owe it to myself to loosen up a bit.
This is the start of a wonderful week, I hope. The weather is perfect and Michael is coming to visit for a day and then overnight.
This is going to be the beginning of making real an idea I’ve had for a long time. One of my heroes, now dead, is Studs Terkel and he had a radio show out of Chicago for over forty years. He was the master interviewer and could make anybody talk about anything, especially themselves. I know a lot of interesting women who mostly live around Bloomsburg; also a cousin in Boston, two friends in Philadelphia, and several in Pittsburgh. My idea is to interview them and compile the interviews in a series. But I’m sitting here thinking: why not include men? This is something I must ponder.
The title of this blog is a little strange sounding. It’s a line from a song written and recorded by Gordon Lightfoot, the folk singer from Canada. I know I’ve felt like a ghost at times, somebody not quite real. The wishing well part makes the vision more poetic.
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