The Interview

photo: lhwilkinson (flickr)

I’m so nervous. It’s 1933 and I’m about to interview Adolf Hitler. I have written him a letter telling him that I work for a Dutch newspaper, how much I admire him, and that I’d love to interview him.

Once Upon a Time

Having hit fifty a few months ago, I find myself increasingly looking to the past, at the people, places, books, music, and movies that helped shape me. It used to be, I’m sure, a time for musing, wondering what happened to those elementary school friends, trying to conjure up faces on favorite television series watched as a child in a different country, remembering only the feelings provoked by movies that impressed at age fifteen. The past moved further and further back, getting smaller as—inevitably–less of it was remembered.