An Oscar Hopeful's Very Special Mentor, and the Best Saturday Afternoon Ever
18.05.12
Posted February 22, 2012 at 6:39 AM
A writer writes.
He was 12 years old -- almost 13 -- that blustery winter weekend. It really seemed like it got much colder in L.A. back then, especially with the pelting rain and belting wind that howled like animals who were way too hungry.
“Can I read your story yet,” she asked. “I’ll bet it’s a good one.”
He said hold on, just a minute. He re-read it one more time and then said, “OK”
Here’s the story she read:
“Perhaps It Was a Mishap” was the title.
It was a balmy morning, that morn when he had spotted her out by the natatorium.
She stopped reading. “What’s a natatorium?”
“An indoor swimming pool.”
“Wow. Good word. How’d you know that?”
“They have an indoor pool at the Y. And there’s plaque by it saying when ‘This natatorium’ was dedicated.”
Source: Television Week (blog)