It was totally weird, but a great experience in the end. The night started out with me getting their two hours early (earliness being a chronic affliction I live with). The floor people were busy with shooting the pledge drive during an Andreas Bocelli concert. The Paul Green School of Rock kids and staff were manning the phones. They were pretty much "all business"… Not too interested in lonely little ole me. As time went by, I began to think about how I could get out of it… Maybe fake a sore throat, or break a finger or something… No dice.

Then, someone banging on the glass in the front of the building sent alarm through the floor people. They were live on the air, after all. Lo and behold, it was Pierre Robert. In walked this crazy man, with his crazy hair and beard (and a huge brush to maintain it all). The place came to life. He was outgoing and sweet. Very interested and lively. He cursed every now and then.

Sure enough I was no longer thinking things like, "the door slammed in my face, that's how I broke my nose… Sorry I'll have to be going… Don't worry I won't sue… I love public television…" This aired in the first break of the Bob Dylan documentary. I was home no
more than 10 minutes later. Amy and I were watching the program and at the final break, while I was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of soup and a sandwich, Pierre Robert said a special thanks to Brian McTear.

No sweat, Pierre!