i didn’t know f2fb # patrick nugent very well. he was a suit, somebody who came to meetings with his colleague f2fb #37 steve rahn at the institute for continuing legal education. they could also be referred to as “we teach lawyers stuff they didn’t get in law school”. i had, with a partner todd parkhurst, started a company called perfectly legal productions. we could have referred to ourselves as “people who want to put on plays about lawyers and maybe teach them something” . . . . match made in heaven. but in business, you wear a suit, you wear a poker face, you act professional. i never knew steve rahn had lost his son in a bike accident. i never knew patrick was a fun guy. i just knew we did business.
and i didn’t know how very perspicacious patrick is. he had read the blogs and had a pretty good idea of who i am.
he wanted to interview me for iicle’s television station–it’s a youtube channel IICLEtv. did he warn me? of course not, because he knew i’d get hives, come up with a great excuse to cancel, or i’d end up being so overwrought that i’d freeze on camera. instead, he told me to wear comfortable shoes (totally putting me off the track) and when i walked into the iicle offices, the receptionist knew who i was and was ushering me into a conference room. less than thirty seconds later, microphones in place, i was playing like i was a guest on THE VIEW. no fears, not a moment for panic, didn’t even think about where my inhaler and my ativan were.
and then he had another surprise. every person who lives in a city underutilizes the best they’ve got. how many new yorkers go up to the observation deck of the empire state? how many los angelenos go to the getty museum? and me? i’ve never been on this damn thing:
and then we went to the rooftop restaurant of the wit hotel. twenty eight floors up. patrick knows damn well i’m scared of heights. it’s just one of the panoply of fears. but since i had no warning i could only marvel:
then onward to the trump tower where we were joined by mike nowak who works at iicle and hosts his own gardening show on public radio. mike and patrick first met when they had a theater company together in chicago. mike is still hoping to produce a play he’s written about dummy hoy, the first deaf player in major league baseball.
the trump has lots and lots of staff members who are far too cool for me–but they lowered their standards and let us sit down.
the afternoon was so wonderful that i got a weird flutter in my chest. not a heart attack. not a panic attack. but the flutter one gets as one is about to get teary eyed with gratitude. this morning i had woke up thinking “i’m having lunch with a suit” — but when i said goodbye to mike and patrick, i realized i was saying goodbye to friends!