NORTH CAROLINA PUBLIC TELEVISION?
I got my day in court with Muffy and her mom. I was networking again just pleased as punch, communicating with other people who basically wanted to kill me.
“Why are you here, young lady?”
“He owes me money.”
“She didn’t show up for work, anywhere,” I said.
The Judge threw the case out–Done.
Craig Epsom-Nelms was yellow the last time we had lunch with BG at a soda fountain in Carey. We had hamburgers and chocolate malts. He was still willing to go on camera. I had a part written which I had shaped to his background. I pressed the woman from public TV for a crew and post production. I told her time was running out. She told me to buy Beta tapes for their camera which I did. I wanted to shoot in film but she had only video to offer.
“This is a drama,” she said referring to the script.
“Of course,” I said. “What did you expect?”
BG went with me to interview a mother with a nine-year-old child for the short video. I had sent the last of my money to pay for the computer. We had our range of generations from the hemophilia community from the new generation to Warren Jewett, representing all the eras from pre-treatment to the present day. The entire history of hemophilia was a drama. That’s what drew me to the story. The fact that we could portray it in documentary style using very capable people made it all the more appealing. We also had Dale Brisson and Brent Runyon and Craig Epsom-Nelms from the North Carolina Hemophilia community, and Richard Atwood and Stephen Pemberton representing the history and treatment break throughs, and possibly a Clotter from Greenville who would be the white coat. After the meeting with the young mother and child BG, Linda Robertson, took me out for sushi, more like a last meal than a celebration.
“I go into hibernation in the winter,” she said over raw cod and ice cubes.
“Take a Librium,” I said.
And then she stopped taking or returning my phone calls. Click.