Wednesday, June 8th, 2011
The timing of our Tampa, Florida show times this week is like making strawberry shortcake on Independence Day. Potentially organizing my packing will include shorts and a baggy, more open to massive waistlines perforated with finely sown on insignia labels of minor sports star designers, bathing suits. Lapping only Tracy and I on totally domesticated for tourists’ beach will be Harvey and Pascal in their originally made for Olympians running shorts.
Powers of suggestion on TV lead us to living our movie star lives out under the moon light except when we are pleased to sleep in our own beds back in Vermont. There the topnotch philosophy of including Larry and Tracy in every major newspaper except Fox news rags gives us the confidence to name ourselves movie, People magazine still needs to key a story on, stars.
Oprah Winfrey, of course, looking always for seriously earthshaking stories to move people’s emotions, pivoting on opinions about social issues, is really more used to jabberers both on her show and in her book club but we can pop corks of marvelously like champagne, bottled up for years but now like a dormant volcano exploding into the skies, ideas to get her attention.
Move over talk show hosts. We are ready for prime time.