I am a star!

Okay, so not yet, but I have been asked to tape an interview with PBS Arizona, so can fame be farr behind? Channel 8 asked for input on a 1970's feature they are creating, so I wrote this-

'I was a cowgirl, and I loved going to the Prescott Rodeo in July. My dad always worked the livestock pens, and we often were back there helping. As a young girl, it was scary to deal with the big bulls, moving them from one corral to the chutes, watching them crash into the fences, bending the wooden fences nearly over before they even met the cowboy that would ride them, or get bucked off. We went to many ropings around northern Arizona- Prescott, Kirkland, Cottonwood, Cornville, Dewey. Mormon Lake was the best, there was usually a dance after the rodeo, and everyone went, from the grandparents to the little kids. We were very involved with the 4 of July celebrations in Prescott, we usually entered the kids parade when we were small. As we grew up, our church had a booth on the Prescott square- my Mom made the best bread, and we sold fresh bread or sopapillas with butter and honey. After the rodeo, the highlight of the week for me was the street dance. It spanned Whiskey Row, which was closed completely, and had a band at one end. Thousands of people were there, and it was the greatest thing for we small town hicks! As a teenager, it was cool to drive over the hill to Jerome to people watch. At the time, the hippie communes were in full force, with very creative people selling art, ceramics etc. It was great fun to sit on the steps and watch people, lots and lots of hippies in psychedelic shirts or long, prairie skirts with hiking boots. I was too young to go into the Spirit Room, but the music and the bikers were usually spilling out into the streets. '

How surprised was I when they called last week, telling me they liked my story, and did I have photos or videos too? Then Marissa asked if I'd be willing to come down to Tempe and be interviewed on camera. What can I say, my public is waiting..... ha ha! Heather promised she'd drive me down if I'll go to Ann Taylor's with her later. Gee, tough decision, huh? I'll let you know how it really goes- I'll be attacked by the shy's, and get all nervous on camera. After all, I still see myself as young, like I was in the 70's, but the camera will see a 50+ year old woman with too many years and miles behind her. Oh so what, I don't care. I love an audience, even if it's a fisheyed camera instead of people. At least Heather will be there with me for moral support. Wish me luck!