Steadfast in my desire to interview stand-out actors on the historical scene, I was understandably thrilled by the offer, from his ‘agent’, to have a nice sit-down with Mr. Standish.
Not-with-standing my Trumpesque ignorance of all the details of the man’s life: (I’d been hearing ‘more and more about the work he’s doing, along with that of the great, great Frederick Douglass)’ , I’d agreed to meet him, yesterday 2 PM at a cozy restaurant in Plymouth, Mass.
I withstood the embarrassment of hogging a reserved table-for-two in the corner of what turned out to be an almost standing-room-only hot-spot (so much for ‘cozy’) until 2:30, when I called my ‘contact’ person on my cell.
“Um, Standish has been kinda stand-off-ish lately..”, ‘Jim’ kinda apologized. “I’m working on it. Give him till four, and if he don’t show up, just leave the hundred bucks with the owner, and I’ll be in touch.”
The ‘click’ when he hung up was a perfect sound-effect for my ‘duh’ moment:
Had I been had? And the ‘finder’s fee hadn’t ever been mentioned!
Plus the long trip, Tel Aviv to Boston’s Logan airport, had me comparing the ride with the two-month voyage of the Mayflower. Unfavorably. (I flew ‘stand-by’, thinking it apt.)
Never mind, paying my bill for three cups of black coffee, I apologized to the owner for tying up a table for nought.:
“Who were you waiting for, if I might ask?” he asked diplomatically.
“Myles Standish!” I crowed, as if a bit of name-drop might repair my lost self-image.
“You’re kidding?!” the owner said, and I felt the hoped-for rush… until he added:
“He’s been dead for 360 years, Bud! Jim sent you?”
I hung my head.
Walking to the bus-stop, I had time for some soul-searching.
Why hadn’t I Googled the guy?!
Hadn’t I learned my lesson from the failed meet-up with ‘Edmund Hillary de Witt Clinton’? I’d prepared lengthy questions on Engineering, Mountain-climbing, and Politics after some too-hurried Wikipedia research.
“Oh well”, I comforted myself, “I’ll write the interview on the flight home.” ‘
Alternative facts’, they’re hot these days.
And that’s me in the corner, losing my pride.