Call it self-preservation, or even call it mutiny, but if you can't keep straight which "you" is you, then neither one has a chance.
It's the kind of confusion that often results when you step outside the box.I know because it's a position, maybe even a mind-set, I've adopted regularly as a reality check on this mighty medium. This incredible woman, who had escaped from Russia as a teenager, who had raised a child and run a company all by herself in America, could not figure out how I could be on the tube and standing in her apartment at the same time. I don't think she absorbed a word of my story. Back and forth throughout the entire piece with a bewildered look on her face. Clearly puzzled, she turned her head to look at me in real life.
Finally I saw it coming and alerted Diana.She looked at the screen, listened to my voice, saw me on camera. It had been finished much earlier in the day and was safely on videotape, which is why I could leave the office in time to watch with them. Letting her know when she could catch me in action on television was one of those rituals that just made me feel good.īut I'd never before been in the same room while it happened.Īs Larry clicked on the TV, I stood aside, watching Peter Jennings open World News Tonight and trying to recall where in the lineup my piece was running. I was in awe of her guts and her accomplishments, and I loved making her happy. A visit from her son always lifted her spirits the two of us together made her beam. By then in her late eighties, after a lifetime of success at a business she had created, her body was failing and she rarely left home. "Let's watch."Diana Hilford smiled with anticipation. "Lynn has a story on the news tonight," he told her.
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