a little more help, please

The barbecue’s been ordered.
Thank you.

And this afternoon I interviewed two-time Space Shuttle astronaut, four-time mother Susan Still Kilrain.
Susan was my 225th 49 year old interviewed and, except for talking to myself tomorrow evening (an occurrence more rare than some of you might suspect), I may be done.
And I’m okay with that.
In fact, I feel pretty good about it.
Thank you.

But as we close in on the final hours of a rather involved project as well as a certain segment of life, it doesn’t surprise (me at least) that a certain woulda shoulda coulda tone has poked its nose through the barely open window.
And I’m okay with that.
In fact, I feel pretty good about it.

Along the way more than one person remarked how wonderful it woulda shoulda coulda been if this project had been filmed, made into a movie of sorts (maybe because people don’t read anymore (damn video games)) and I’ve never disagreed. I mean, sure it woulda shoulda coulda been completely impossible to cover 225 interviews with me and the 225 participants spread, literally, all across the world, but it sure woulda shoulda coulda been nice.

But Thursday we’ll be involved in some version of a celebration and I’ll be meeting, face-to-face, a number of the 225 49 year olds who were kind enough to share their thoughts and time and feelings with me for the very first time.
And that can be filmed and perhaps put to good use at a later time.

Does anyone have thoughts, time, feelings, suggestions and/or advice on how to locate someone (preferably with a video camera and some kind of talent to stand behind it) willing to affordably shoot a couple hours on the Lower East Side this Thursday evening in a grasp for the larger, artistic good?

Thank you.