I exchanged email with a female journalist Sunday evening. We’re getting together this afternoon. Perhaps we’ll do an interview.
I like female journalists. I love powerful women.
Early this morning, I had a dream that I was working for a TV production company. My assignment was to interview the most powerful news women at NBC, CBS and ABC.
The NBC woman came first. Meredith Veira from the Today show. She was nice. We did an interview outside this club. It was sunny. We stood beside flowers and hedges.
Then it was Katie Couric. We chatted a bit more. Then we did an uneventful interview.
I kept myself from asking how I could climb up to the level where they lived.
Then Diane Sawyer came over. She was chatty. She started giving me advice. She wanted to remake my life.
As I interviewed her, a friend videotaped me so I could put it on my blog.
Then Diane wanted to get something to eat with me.
I went inside the club with her. There was a strip show going on.
We finally found a table and she ordered. I explained I could not eat there. It was not kosher.
“Then let’s blow this joint,” said Diane.
We got up and left.
We were laughing like kids.
Then I woke up.
