October 7th, 2007

I had the distinct pleasure of being a part of the Lone Pine Film Festival this weekend. I was able to speak with several Western film legends and visit a part of California I’d never seen. The volunteers working with the festival were kind and generous. The ladies who hosted the Friday night meals were gracious as well. Chris Langley, the gentlemen in charge of the event, gave my little mock-u-mentary a showing at the Lone Pine Film Museum. I am sincerely grateful for that opportunity. With the exception of sitting on a panel entitled Crafting Written Film History, in which I was clearly out of my element since I do not write about film history or consider myself worthy of being on dais with such giants in the field as Holly George Warren and Petrine Mitchum, the event was delightful. The man who moderated the panel was aware that I didn’t belong there either. The back-handed insult at the onset of the discussion where he introduced me to the audience was proof of how offended he was at my being there. At least I like to think he was simply offended by my presence and not that he is a boorish, self-indulgent, know-it-all with the manners of a goat on a regular basis. I could be wrong. Anyway, I’m glad to have had the experience.