Kate's Point of View

The other day I was in quest of an older person to talk to for an article I was writing – the older the person the better as far as I was concerned. So I drove up and down streets like some weird pervert looking for gray hairs, preferably sitting on benches or somewhere where I could interrupt them. I saw one man strolling by an old theater in my neighborhood, looking like he was just window shopping. I immediately pulled over and approached him for an interview. The exchange went something like this:

Me: “I am writing an article for a local newsletter and was wondering…”

Him: “I’m a stranger here myself, can’t help you. I was just trying to figure something out.”

Me: “I’m from here, maybe I can help. What’s your question?”

Him: “Well, I was looking at this theater trying to find show times.”

Me: “They don’t play movies here anymore. They use it for musical acts and events. It’s verty cool inside though.”

Him: “Oh. It’s cold inside? Hmmm.”

Me: “No, It’s very neat inside.”

Him: “Okay, thank you. I better get going. My wife is sitting in that car and she is watching us right now.”

And then he proceeded to give me a look as if I really were a pervert out seeking old men!

I am a writer and have been since my nerdy little self was on a writing team in the seventh grade. (Laugh if you must, but I went to state and that sure as hell wouldn’t have happened in any athletic pursuit!) My professional life as a writer has been quite the letdown, if you must know. I have written a fair share of things, some of them even decent things, but I have not had that story. You know… The story. A story like this one.