This week, Oprah had a couple of replays, shows originally aired as a result of shock-jock Don Imus, and the Kat insisted that I send Oprah a link to my "Why Empower Imus?" blog, although I contended that it was old news; nevertheless, at the Kat's insistence, I sent it. Hated to fill up Oprah's box will out-of-date material, but I caved.
In the mid-`70's, my office was across the street from WTVF-TV, Nashville's Channel 5, where Oprah was employed. My boss, a really sharp dresser and cosmopolitan-looking guy, asked me if I'd like to film a commercial, modeling a jogging suit. He told me it was a paying gig. I told him that's OK, I'll still do it. I learned that he had been offered the job, but he told me that being paid for modeling was something akin to using his body to make money. I had no such scruples, and, turning in my leave slip, I headed across the street for the filming on the following day.
Ruth Ann was applying make-up, and I must have been objecting to the method or the amount she was applying. Oprah came walking by and simply stepped in and took over, very quickly finishing me off with powder and brush so I didn't shine so much. I was surprised how she just stepped in and did the job very quickly, when she wasn't even involved with the commercial. It was like we knew each other, though we'd never met, and I had the feeling that I was in the presence of a perfectly efficient human being. I'm smiling, thinking about it. Oprah wasn't world-famous then.
But she was on her way.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
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